Saturday, May 19, 2007
Daily Docket Doozie
Because the past few days have been filled with newsworthy items, I have failed to acknowledge one of the daily docket entries that appeared in the same newspaper edition as the story of the baby in the park and the Post Office bomb scare.
I can only imagine what this guy smelled like after this little stunt:
A motorcyclist - balancing a pizza on his lap - was arrested Tuesday for drunken driving and having no motorcycle endorsement in the 700 block of Western Avenue. Prior to refusing a breath test, the man consumed garlic sauce from the pizza box.
And from today's edition, here's another definition for "skid marks:"
This dude probably got about 2 gallons of gas in this incident:
A report that a man had been hit by a car on Sherry Street at 8 p.m. Thursday and had "tire tracks on his back" proved to be unfounded. The man had apparently jumped on a car, and fell off, after a girlfriend had taken it without his permission.
A man in a Ford Taurus fled Site, 1303 N. Main St., without paying for $40.01 worth of gasoline at about 11:45 a.m. Thursday.
Labels: daily docket
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
A sign of the times
You know it is going to be a good day when....
Has anyone seen my son's walls?
No wonder the roads are all messed up
Good morning, Starshine! The earth says hello!
They say its his birthday
and another thing...
Fog Throws a Cog in the Works
Guess what I missed last night?