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Thank you Royal for actually doing something even though I didn't need the points this week.Yeah, by all means. Please, please be sure to kick the ball to Eddie Royal. Nice decision Norv Turner.
Well, two weeks ago a major terror plot was uncovered and so it makes sense that the border patrol was at a heightened state of alert. This week, meh, they already let in thirty or forty others whose last names end in "o," so what's one more?So two weeks ago, going to/from Canada, I got the 3rd degree from both of the border patrol officers working at customs. Two weeks ago, it took almost 30 minutes to get back into the US because the International Bridge was backed up because of the US border patrol. They were asking lots of questions and looking in everyone's trunk. Usually I get asked where I live and other random things like that.
Tonight going TO Canada, I presented my license to the Canadian border patrol officer. He asked where I was going, swiped my license, and told me to have a good night. That was it. Going back into the US I handed the officer my license, got asked what I was doing as he swiped my license, and told me to have a good night.The whole thing took seven minutes, and that includes waiting in line for the few cars that were ahead of me.
<------ needs to be at the airport tomorrow at 5:15. 5:15AM.
whine whine whine. I've FLOWN an airplane at 5:15 am.
But you also regularly go to bed at 4pm.
I don't live like an 80-year-old and wait to go to bed until at least it's dark out.
I don't jockey a forklift in a boiling hot warehouse with a *khead boss. I wake up early, get my *t done, and go to bed at a reasonable time. Like right now. Peace, homey.
To answer the question you had on Friday night...I don't jockey a forklift in a boiling hot warehouse with a *khead boss. I wake up early, get my *t done, and go to bed at a reasonable time. Like right now. Peace, homey.
Apparently my dad's in the hospital...90% blockage of his right main artery. Had an angiogram and apparently everything went fine and he will be staying overnight. Off to the hospital...
20 bucks says he goes straight from the hospital to work tomorrow...
Thanks everyone. He'll be home tomorrow. He blames it on the Saturday Sioux/Gopher game.
He had pain in his left arm at work, tells the receptionist to let a coworker know that he can't give him a ride home*...and drives himself to the emergency room. His boss' wife (also good family friends) was absolutely furious with him that he drove himself (For reference TC people...he works around The Local and is at Abbot Northwestern). Abbot's new heart wing is really nice. My brothers and I found it funny that for being one of the top heart hospitals in the country the only food choice there after the cafeteria closes is...McDonald's.
As for work. He probably won't go back tomorrow. But, he will probably have my mom run downtown to his office to get work for him to do and work from home and be back Wednesday. He'll go crazy if he's stuck at home with nothing to do all day.
*This coworker is also a good friend of the family and he lives fairly close to us. He called my mom on her phone and got the news that all was well. Then calls our home phone and says "Tell your dad thanks for the ride...I have to walk home now." Then let my brother know he knew he was ok.
Maybe I'll go there and visit some sick people, just out of the kindness of my heart, and try to cheer them up. Possibly play some cribbage with some senior citizens or make balloon animals for sick children.
whine whine whine. I've FLOWN an airplane at 5:15 am.
