My mother-in-law invited us over to her place last night to pick up an extra TV. The TV was a bribe to get us out there so she could see her grandkids, but my oldest son, (who is three and a half) hates going to grandma’s place. My mother-in-law lives in a nursing home. She has an advanced case of MS, and it has become necessary for her to receive a little more assistance.
We only stayed fifteen minutes. Max screamed the whole time, and it wasn’t like he screamed because he was unhappy, he sounded like someone was trying to kill him. In a nursing home with death at every corner, we felt that it was best to take the dying three year old home.
On the way out of the home I had the TV in one arm and the three year old in the other. Several occupants were making their way back from the dinning hall as I passed them on my way out. One woman, with frizzy white hair, screwed up her face at me and shook her head in disgust.
It isn’t often that I feel that I can read a person’s mind but I felt like this woman with the frizzy hair looked at me as if to say, “I don’t know you personally, but I can tell that you’re a creep! Look at you. You made your son cry. You took away somebody’s TV and in a place like this. WE LIVE IN HELL, AND NOW YOU WANT TO TAKE AWAY SOMEBODY’S TV? IN THIS PLACE OF ALL PLACES, YOU WANT TO TAKE AWAY TV?”
Little does this woman know that my mother-in-law has a state of the art flat panel in her room down the hall. This beast I have in my arms, not the child, is destined for the dust heap, or worse, my room.
I’m not a bad guy. It only looked that way.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Bountiful Department of Public Saftey
I’ve been thinking about my mother’s love for the Bountiful Police department, and by love I mean hatred. It’s a loathing that goes to the very core of her being. Apparently she has been pulled over no less than three times, and depending what kind of mood she’s in, or what phase the moon is in, she has been pulled over a maximum of six times. I know she’s been cited once, to which she purports she was only two or three over the speed limit.
The other night my mother’s husband, Kevin, was on his was home from the hardware store. As he pulled into his drive way he turned off his headlights just before he had come to a complete stop. A Bountiful patrolman saw this and immediately thought my mother’s husband, Kevin, was some criminal trying to avoid the flabby arm of the law. Kevin got out of his truck and the Patrolman shouted at him.
“Get back in your vehicle!”
Kevin answered, “I live here.”
I appreciate the fact that the BPD is doing their best to protect and serve, but I wish they would spend a little more time solving real crimes and a little less time harassing people on their way home from the hardware store.
When we lived in Kalamazoo, the Kalamazoo Department of Public Safety made regular stops at our apartment complex to break up fights, arrest spousal and child abusers. The KDPS used to be called the KPD, but they changed their name in an effort to brighten their public image. They no longer police the citizenry; they provide public safety. But, then again, if you spent you’re days dealing with people that beat their loved ones, you might be a little jaded.
Jaded or not the KDPS has a little more on their plate than the police here in Bountiful. As a result, they spend a little more time worrying about real crime and a little less time pulling over people for pulling into their driveway with their lights off.
The good news was that after Kevin proved that this was where he lived the police office let him off with a warning.
The other night my mother’s husband, Kevin, was on his was home from the hardware store. As he pulled into his drive way he turned off his headlights just before he had come to a complete stop. A Bountiful patrolman saw this and immediately thought my mother’s husband, Kevin, was some criminal trying to avoid the flabby arm of the law. Kevin got out of his truck and the Patrolman shouted at him.
“Get back in your vehicle!”
Kevin answered, “I live here.”
I appreciate the fact that the BPD is doing their best to protect and serve, but I wish they would spend a little more time solving real crimes and a little less time harassing people on their way home from the hardware store.
When we lived in Kalamazoo, the Kalamazoo Department of Public Safety made regular stops at our apartment complex to break up fights, arrest spousal and child abusers. The KDPS used to be called the KPD, but they changed their name in an effort to brighten their public image. They no longer police the citizenry; they provide public safety. But, then again, if you spent you’re days dealing with people that beat their loved ones, you might be a little jaded.
Jaded or not the KDPS has a little more on their plate than the police here in Bountiful. As a result, they spend a little more time worrying about real crime and a little less time pulling over people for pulling into their driveway with their lights off.
The good news was that after Kevin proved that this was where he lived the police office let him off with a warning.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Addison's Birth
Here are some photos of the new addition to our family. As Shakespeare said "here's the straight poop."
Name: Addison James Goff
Birth Date: 9-5-2008
Birth Time: 8:06 in the a.m.
Weight: 8 lbs 7 oz
Length: 21 inches
Hair: Brown
Eyes: open if he happens to be hungry. This kid is an eating and pooping machine.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Big Bend Apartment Fire 08-25-2008
Its been a while since I put up a post. My camera has been on the fritz. I'm need to have it working by the time number two gets here. In the mean time here's something for you to look at. There was an apartment fire here at my apartment complex yesterday. Don't worry we're okay.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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