UPDATE : Joanna’s X-ray’s came back negative and all she has now is some deep tissue bruising.

The rest of the story: Normally on days when she has school she takes my 2007 Ford Fusion because on the 30 mile hikes it is better on the gas mileage.

But today instead of taking it , she took her truck.  I had been joking around that I was getting used to driving a truck around, that even the bosses noticed.

She was T-boned by a 1/2 ton truck.  If she had been in my car, God only know what would have happened.

I just thank the Lord that she is alright and is resting at home in bed.

As for everything else, I’m going to let insurance and if necessary, the lawyers handle it.

Has bruising on her legs and lacerations.

She is being watched by her friends and co-workers as she doesn’t want to go to the doctor.  I rushed by her side and have now returned to work because there is nothing I can do and “I don’t want to be mothered by you. Go back to work.” She is sitting at her desk typing in course records and trying to do whatever it takes not to get taken to the hospital.  Her boss is keeping me updated.

I would like her to get checked out, but the EMT’s said that she was just bruised and scratched up. All that the ER is going to do is put ice on her bruises and try to give her pain pills that she can’t take because she is allergic to most of them.

If her condition worsens we will be rushing to the emergency room.

Please keep Joanna in your prayers.

All that matters is her well being.

As a post note, the 4 guys in the truck that hit her are all ok even though the front end of their truck was destroyed.

Lubbock Traffic Control was notified because the lights went Green to Red and then gave her a Green Arrow.  They have told us that “there have been reports of problems with the light” and that they are going to look at it now.

The amount of rage that I have was enough for me to spit.  If they knew there was a problem and they didn’t address it, it is NEGLIGENCE on the cities part in my opinion.

But all I am doing now is trying to do a radio show when all I want to say how the City of Lubbock fucked up my wonderful wife.

I get to see her in 2 hours.  My bosses told me I could take the rest of the day off, but what am I going to do? Stare at her while she rests?  She won’t rest anyway. I know her. She is stubborn like me.

So I will go bring her lunch and if necessary take her to the hospital for her legs.  She is sore and the cuts on her hands are band aided up.

There is nothing I can do and I feel so helpless.

But the first words out of her mouth was “I was in an accident”.  My response, “Are you OK?” Her response scared the crap out of me, “what answer won’t get me in trouble?” I go to the accident scene as soon as I could, less than a mile from the house.  All she could do was cry and let me hold her.

I don’t care about the truck.

I don’t care about the insurance rates.

I don’t care about the expenses of getting the truck to the repair shop or the insurance bill.

All I care about is Joanna.

How she is hurt and how I can make her better.

That’s all that matters.

p.s. Special thanks to Jeff Krueger who helped me get the wrecker and repair shop lined up and truck delivered to.  You are a TRUE friend!

I enter something kind about Wawfuls and the blog crashes. Ominous huh?

Some people dream of a million dollars,

some people dream of divorcing their cheating spouse.

I have a dream of being able to make some of the gatherings of my friends that I have missed.

But my friend Waffles has a dream.

Of an apartment… (more…)

So the last month since I’ve gotten married, I’ve gotten comfortable.

And that means once thing and one thing only.

I’ve gained weight.

So I’m back on the diet and back on the Wii with the EA Sports Active workouts.

So my goal was to try to lose the weight I gained in January in February.

Especially the “OOOh” sound as I get on the Wii balance board.

That kinda gets obnoxious.

At work…

At the General Managers conference in Mexico, I was mentioned and brought up as a key member of the Lubbock team.  So as we come closer to the big fundraiser at the end of the month, corporate has nothing but good things to say about me.

That’s good in my mind.

Hiding…

I’ve spent less time online, more time playing with the dogs and reading than I have been doing writing and the break has done me good. I’ve have a lot of ideas that I’ll be sharing with you dear readers in the next couple of days.

Retribution!

So I have to tell this story before I tell it on the air tomorrow.  I was driving down the street to work one morning while it was pouring , when a woman, crossing in the middle of the street (NO CROSSWALK for a block either way) tried to cross in front of me after dodging 5 lanes of traffic.  I gave her a courtesy horn (the New York way of saying, move your ass lady) and she replied by ducking in between lanes and giving me the finger.

Now I’m ashamed of what I did next.  I circled the block trying to cool myself down and then came back to see what she was in such a hurry for.

She was standing on the sidewalk holding a sign panhandling.

So I did what every mean awful person would do.

(more…)

My friend Carol K and I think F-Train will be playing in the LA Poker classic  Omaha tourney today.

Hopefully they will both cash!

GO TEAM!

Meet Aengus and Keegan (Keegan has the red collar)

Whatever Lola wants…

How many times have I said no since Joanna and I started to mourn the loss of our wonderful family member Mugsy Red Raider Von Lubbock?

It was closing in on a cool 10K when I talked to my mom.

She was the former breeder and knew all the places to find good dogs and where to separate the wheat from the chaff as my late grandpa might say.

So, one night before Christmas, right before mom was to go onto a trip to Switzerland and Germany to go to market, I brought up the idea.

She was cautious but excited.

“He would want you to move on…, ” she said with a tone in her voice that I have heard many times but ignored.

I let it go and never brought it up again until Friday night as a lark.

“Why don’t you find us a puppy mom?”

“Two,” Joanna said with the tone of more of a wish, than a request.

“ONE, no more. No less.”

So Mom was off and Friday was a bust, her usual suspects were either out of the business or had changes their number.

I had completely forgotten about it, and Joanna was sad, but knew that when the time was right, we’d find the right dog.

Now, my mom had started again on Saturday and had asked of me and Jo our favorite things to look for. Joanna wanted a Black and Tan Dachshund, but it didn’t matter to me. It was about the personality that had molded me from Brooke, grandpa’s black lab, to Mugs, that to this day must not be taunted.

“When you see my dog mom, you’ll know. You’ll see something in his eye, a fire that won’t quit. If you see that. You will have found my dog.”

I had forgotten about that early in the day call, knowing that no matter what, if something was going to happen, it would happen when I least expected it.

Joanna and I were having a late dinner at On the Border (sorry FTC, no payment by them here) when Mom called. I had my mouth full and I missed the call and just thought that I would call her back.

Then she called again.

Something was up.

“You have a new baby dachshund, a black and tan dapple. Beautiful markings and Sean, I saw a couple of others, but this dog had fire. He was fearless in playing with the dogs much larger than he.”

Joanna and I had some names in mind, but I never named a dog without looking at him, I mean, there are some dogs that are named SPOT for a reason.

Joanna HAD to go to Petsmart, then Target (dog Woof!) to get the animal all sorts of appropriate items. She looked at dog clothing but my John Casey growl caused her to walk away.

So we went to the house staying up till two in the morning, cleaning the house preparing for one dog.  Joanna wanted to get the dog right then, but I thought that we should wait until the 30th and I would pick up the dog while she was doing a jewelry party in San Angelo. However, life isn’t how we plan sometimes.

And along came Keegan

The next morning as we woke up to go to church my dad and mom called.

One of my nieces, Kaitlyn had fallen MADLY in love with “Spotty” as she called him.

“If you don’t come and get him today, you’ll lose him. I can guarantee that,” my dad said.

My dad rarely kids.

I told my mom that we really wasn’t prepared to go.

She was disappointed and I took a shower trying to figure out how I could get the dog on Saturday after my promotional remote for work.

I had things that I had to bring my Mom and Dad, gifts from Angel Fire and from the wedding that somehow wasn’t given to them.

And I left them all on the counter.

I had brought a dusty soft plastic dog kennel and a blanket and we had reached a little past Abilene when my Mom, who had given in and went to get my niece Kaitlyn her own puppy, called and asked the question that has turned this family upside down…

“Would you like another one? Someone to play with while you two are at work?” There was nothing I can do, but hand the phone to Joanna and a glint in her eye of pure joy began.

“You need to work on the fence tonight,” she said as she hung up the phone.

I had a premonition that no matter what happened, that I wouldn’t be working on the fence that night.

So as we got to my parents house Dad opened the door and ignoring requests for hugs until we forced them on him, led us to the cage.

Led us to our dog.

Now he was the our one choice, the perfect dog. And Aengus is gaelic for One Choice so Aengus McGee joined our family.

We played outside and had some fun and Mom brought in our second dog. He shook and shook , scared as he could be.

But when we let him down to potty he became an Olympic athlete.  He darted from here and there, wiggling out of peoples hands and he was so smart that he would do things so we wouldn’t catch him (i.e. hiding underneath the truck).

We named him Keegan Patrick, Keegan for his fiery personality and speed, and Patrick for my late brother, who seemed to always be wiggling out of situations.

After dinner and hugs, we started for home.

But we had to drop off a thank you note at Joanna’s Aunt’s house and while the dogs both enjoyed the use of her yard to relax and piddle, I watched the 3rd quarter of the Saints game.  Joanna showed her aunt pictures of the wedding on their computer.

We , since the dogs were tired now and kenneled up in their travel carrier, headed home, stopping twice more to let them out for stretching and doing their business.

Finally home.

We finally got home at 2 A.M. and took them to their new huge box and crashed watching them look at us and then crawl into a ball on their blanket.

We took them to the vet because Aengus had a very bloody stool this afternoon and we were concerned.

The vet gave both dogs medicine for Aengus’s bacterial infection and said that they thought Aengus may have worms but they thought it was just a hair.

Joanna came home to study for her EMT exam, as I reorganized the newly improved kitchen  cabinets when Joanna called me to help clean up dog poo.

And TRAGEDY, as I saw the little signs of a puppy who has worms.

So tomorrow we have to notify the vet, that they were wrong and that the dogs both need to be dewormed AGAIN.

We notified my mom to have her have the other dogs that were bought from this breeder checked out.

And I find quite ironic, that the dog that we named for the Wiggle Worm, may not have worms, but the “One Choice” did.

And that my friends is just another story that once again you can’t make up.

There are a bunch of things I’d like to see for my Palm Centro.

The Palm App store is ok, but I’m going to work with a programmer to make a better app.

I could tell you more, but I’d have to kill you.