Murder, Death, Kill!

That's what S calls me whenever I am reading whatever latest true crime book has currently engrossed me. Lately it's this story. I've watched the 2-DVD documentary of it, read the Dateline transcript of the show they did on it, and am now reading the book about it, Written in Blood. I even found a neat website that tries to discredit the Oscar-winning makers of the documentary. Oh, it's a bloody mess. And yes, I firmly believe this guy is guilty. It just makes no sense for someone to fall down the stairs and create a pool of blood like that. And that's just the beginning of this sordid story.

Got yet another busy weekend ahead. I am going to spend some time being jealous of R., who is in Baltimore getting to see John Waters speak in person; tomorrow I have to work at Job #2 in order to make up some of my hours in April when the library is going to be closed for Easter and San Jacinto Day; Sunday I'm going on patrol with my "Coffy Brown" partner; then Sunday night M. and I have to head to the sports bar way early, like 4:30, in order to get parking and seating for Wrestlemania! S and "his" M. will meet us there. We are going to sit on our butts for over 4 hours and eat and drink a bunch of unhealthy yet tasty stuff!

I'm excited b/c today S bought us a digital camera. Finally, we have one! Are we the last people in North America to get one? Anyway, it was waaaay on sale for $88. I'd been waiting to find one for less than $100 and at long last we did. I can't wait to start playing with it and posting more pic's to this blog.

Accidental discharge note: The Sgt. called me yesterday just to check up on me, which was nice. He told me some bizarre news: my ex-Major from when I was on Marine shot himself in the foot! And he did it while he was at his day job! Fortunately it was only with a .380, or what I call a mouse gun. The Sgt. says they Life-flighted him--oh brother! I can't stand that Major. He threatened to tow my car one time and I barely escaped a violent tongue-thrashing that day. I was wondering why he was in a cast and crutches the other night at the monthly meeting. That was a good meeting, nice and short! The Lt. brought his 2-year old with him. The Lt. pointed at me, told his son what a cool name I have, and said, "She's the Man!"