That's What Drugs Will Do

Here are some things that have happened around the area where I live:

1.  A guy who has been accused of making meth was found hiding under his house.  He had a trap door in a bedroom, so when the police came knocking, he went through the door and hid under the house.  Yep, they caught him.  Looks like he left his friend to fend for herself; she was being held with some meth-related charges.

2.  Two former workers at a Tiger Sanctuary decided to "get to drinking" (that's what the paper said...no lie!), then run naked (or would that be "nekked" since they were up to something?) through their former workplace.  They also vandalized the on-site trailer they lived in.

3.  (This doesn't have anything to do with drugs, but they do have drugs in a hospital, so maybe it does!)  Bedbugs were found in a chair in a local hospital.  None were found in the bed, but they fumigated several rooms, then were given an "all clear".

4.  A woman called 911 and reported herself as driving under the influence.  She called and said that she had too much to drink and shouldn't be driving, and apologized for getting behind the wheel.  The local police used the GPS on her phone to determine her location, and an officer who was in the area found her, ran her plates to make sure it was her, and pulled her over.  The lady said she had only had one beer, and while the officer was informing her of her rights, she was making all kinds of noise so he couldn't get through the implied consent.  The unruly behavior continued and she was put in a restraint cell.

And finally:

5.   In a Nashville area high school, ten high school boys were caught smoking pot in the locker room. Before a game.  They were expelled.  One of the comments:  The team's fight song was changed to "Puff The Magic Dragon."  (The team lost the game 38-0.)

In the words of Ron White:  "You can't fix stupid." 

Sidenote:  Last night, the high school football players for the small school in the small town wore pink socks during the game for Breast Cancer Awareness.  The mother of one of the boys that MS graduated with lost her battle a couple of weeks ago.  Nothing was mentioned in the paper about the pink socks.  Now, if one of these boys had gotten in trouble it would've been front page news.  Sad...

Fave Fives of the Week

I'm going to grace you with my Fave Fives of the Week, but I've decided not to link up with Susanne.

1.  Sisters' Weekend.  What a great weekend!  If you missed the post, you can read it here.  Here's a picture from a couple of years ago of all of us, minus one sister:

2.  Cool weather...finally.

3.  Taking a walk in the park with my sweetie.  It was really good to just take an impromptu short walk after dinner.  He didn't want to take the girls, but I knew if we didn't we'd still hear them in the park.  They were pretty well behaved!

4.  Dinner with MS & my oldest sister.  My sister was leaving Monday morning to get on the big bird to go home, and MS came home to do laundry and get his car checked out.  I wanted to her to see how big YS had gotten over the past year or so...he's quite a giant!  


5.  A new youtube video to laugh at.  I saw it while I was reading Random Dozens.  If you haven't ever visited The Hays Crew, take a few minutes to visit...she is a hoot!

Okay,  I lied!  I have a couple more:

I couldn't leave out the last day of school before Fall Break!  WOO-HOO!

AND, I have the best bloggie friends EVER.  Thanks to all of y'all that left a comment yesterday to let me know that it's okay not to follow people who are following me, and that my family and house should come first!  Y'all are the BEST!

Guilty

I'm feeling guilty.  I love to participate in blog hops, but when someone follows  me, I feel that I have to reciprocate and follow back.  That means getting even more behind in my blog reading.  That means neglecting house chores.  And, if I do house chores, I feel guilty because I'm not reading posts, or writing my own posts.  I need to remind myself why I started writing a blog.  
So, when I started my blog, did I care how many people were following?  (The answer is 'no'.)  I couldn't (and still can't) believe how many great blogs there are to read out there.  Some of you guys are terrific writers, and I'm very, very envious.  Me?  I hope that when you read my posts you feel like you're talking to a friend. Maybe your best friend, or your sister ('cause if you know anything about me, you know that I don't have friends, I have sisters!).
How many of y'all  have met people in real life that you've "met" through blogging?  I may have an opportunity to meet a terrific lady that I've been reading since I discovered blogs, but,to tell you the truth, I'm a  little anxious about it.  What if we don't have anything to say once we actually meet? (I really don't foresee this happening, though)  Then there's a fairly new blogging friend who lives across the county. We've been at the same place at the same time, and we've known we'd be there, but haven't actually met yet. How weird is that?  We just can't seem to get it together. 
Okay, now be honest:  How many of you talk about people you read in your real-life everyday conversation?  I find myself being careful when I talk about something I've read.  I don't want to seem like a weirdo or a person without a  life, so I'll say things like "I read somewhere...", or "Somebody said..."  Then I feel a little guilty because I feel like I've let somebody down by not giving them the proper credit.  
I'm just a guilt-ridden woman.  Must be the ol' Catholic Guilt thing.  Speaking of which, I feel guilty not posting about my faith enough.  The only explanation I have for all of this guilt is hormones.  Or lack of. 
Now, to top all of the blogging guilt, MS called last night. His rugby team is having a family reception at one of the coaches' houses.  On Friday night.  When there's a home football game.  When the band boosters take care of the concessions.  Did I mention it's Fall Break for them so we're already going to be short-handed?  He said he wants one of us to be there, and CH runs the chains, so guess who it's going to be?  (Breathe, Mary, Breathe)  I can do this:  I can leave work, go the high school, get the condiment table ready, wrap some hamburgers, then go to the reception.  I may even be able to make it back to the game when it's over to help clean up.  Maybe.  But not likely.  This is a good thing, yet a bad thing about MS going to school so close to home.
Back to blogging guilt:  CH asked me to get him some water.  Did I?  Uh, no.  I was too busy writing this post, and kinda forgot about it.  (Yes, I realize this post is all over the place, but I will not feel guilty about it!)
And now I'm going to go to bed, 'cause this guilt thing has worn. me. out!