Why, Monday, Why?

It's Monday again and it seems like just an hour ago it was Friday! Why does this always happen to me??? Anyway, it was an awesome weekend. The show on Friday night was IN-CREDIBLE. B. and I are our other friends were Right Up Front and danced all night. It was a heavy duty music show--big time Louisiana Cajun Blues! I was about 4 feet in front of the legendary Cyril Neville and my new heartthrob crush, Tab Benoit. So strange that my dad took me to see him play about 15 years ago and I wasn't all that moved at the time. Yet this past Friday night I fell in love! Of course, it's a fool that looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart, heh heh.

Saturday I qualified ok, no prob's so I didn't bother to count up my score this year. Today though my right arm still hurts from Vasquez, my shotgun. The Sgt. was encouraging me to do a combat load (hold the shotgun up with your right arm and aim at your suspect, load shells underneath with your left hand) to prove I was serious, but the shotgun is just too heavy for me. He said I was too small, which I guess is true. And getting smaller! I lost another pound recently. But I shot the hell out of that target including 4 slugs from 30 yards to center mass, so that's what counts!

Saturday night I ended up riding with Mudflap for the special assignment. We were SOOOO looking forward to finding some drunks so we could practice our new skills, but since I was out there the criminals stayed in as they always do. We switched off on driving and at one point I had to go get us a fried apple pie to split. We wrote some tickets but otherwise just drove around all night in our assigned area, scaring off the illegal street racers. The Chief took some pictures of us while we were doing some traffic stops.

Yesterday I stayed home all day long and needed to and enjoyed it. Did some light housework, watched 2 Blockbuster movies (Sunshine Cleaning and Rudo y Cursi), did some reading, finished getting the documents ready to mail to my attorney. Had a couple glasses of wine, talked to some friends. Tonight is the monthly sheriff Reserve meeting and although I am irked at the thought of S being in the same room with me, it doesn't bother me as much as it did last month. Jerk! I'm so over having his shit in my house. I'm thinking of getting together with J. on one of her garage sales since most of his crap is not selling on Craigslist.