What I don't need are any more of these delightful Honolulu cookies that my colleague brought back from the conference they were all at this week. They are half-dipped in chocolate (the cookies, not my colleagues). It's official: I need to lose 10 pounds. Even S is making comments. My response: "You like big butts and you cannot lie!" He is down to 201, so he's lost about 15-20 lbs or so. It helps when you've spent the last 5 months working out every single day! When I was done with my academy I too was trim and muscle-y! But now all I do is sit at Job #1, sit in the car on the way to Job #2, sit at Job #2, sit in the car on the way home, sit on the couch at home! F**K! I am, however, going to the gym after Job #2 this evening.
I've decided after 4 long months it's time I got my big butt out there on patrol. I guess I'll go tomorrow. It would be nice to have tomorrow to decompress, go patrol on Sunday, and then have the Monday holiday to decompress again but S is going to be busy tomorrow with his job hunting so I might as well get out there too. That way he and I will have Sunday and Monday to spend together. I think Monday we'll go see the new Indiana Jones movie. Tomorrow I am going to hit it hard. I plan to be at the substation around 9am, then I'll patrol until 10 or 11pm. That way I in get as many hours in as possible and only have to drive out there once this month, due to outrageous gas prices.
Monday night we will finally have the chance to go shooting, though ammo prices are even more outrageous than gas prices. I was at the gun show last Saturday (it was held at the same location as the exhibit I was working) and almost pissed my pants when I saw that bulk ammo prices have literally almost doubled since I last purchased. 34 cents/bullet, I shit you not. When I questioned my fellow gun show-ers they attributed it to the weak dollar, cost of copper, etc. My wallet will feel every single bullet that comes out of my barrel at that muthafucking price. Chris Rock once joked that we should put high prices on bullets instead of having gun control to prevent gun crime. "I'd cap your ass if it weren't so expensive!" Uh, we're almost there!!! Thank God my instructors at the academy who think I'm cute gave me a crapload of targets for free so I can save $ there! But we will finally shoot S's new gun for the first time. He refuses to give it a name, but I am secretly calling it "Trigger" after the horse and Willie Nelson's guitar.
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