Mr. Robert Browning, Citizen of the Month

Yesterday (I'm not really sure if it was yesterday. I have worked 2 nights in a row and have lost track), while I was at work, Danny witnessed a "domestic dispute." Our next door neighbors threw down. Danny heard yelling and derogatory language and stepped outside to investigate. Not having much experience with outrageous-hotheaded-not-thinking-logically arguments he tried to reason with them. There was physical contact between the couple, punching and slapping and guys pulling them apart, so Danny called the police. Let me just also mention that we have heard these neighbors through our walls, which I have shamelessly listened to, argue with overly dramatic crying and ultimatums. Also, they are a lesbian couple.

Today (I do know for a fact this was today), as Danny and I were going to the mall, we noticed a lot of smoke it the brush at the edge of the parking lot. I said "boy scout, you better call the fire department." 911 was called and after a few minutes repeating the same information to the dispatcher..."I don't actually see a fire, but there is enough smoke to indicate there is definitely a fire. Yes, the SW side of the mall. Yes, by Sears. Yes, southwest. Well, like I said, I don't actually see any flames, but there is a fire in the brush. Yes, by Sears. There is a lot of smoke. Yes, the Volusia Mall." Within minutes we saw a fire truck. Citizen Browning saved the day again.

After all the fire business Danny said that was the first time he had called 911.
Me: Really? What about the lesbian's fight?
D: I called the police department
Me: where did you get the number? (kind of a stupid question, I know)
D: I programmed it into my phone when we moved here.

And he always carries a flashlight, a pen and a lighter.

Also, it is Bike Week here and we plan to go downtown into the madness Thursday night. I will let you know if Citizen Browning strikes again.

What day is it?

I have asked Danny this question so many times I'm getting on my own nerves. Working nights has really messed with my head. Getting off of a 12 hour shift at 7:30am then telling people "Good Morning" in the elevator can do that. Morning is now 5 in the evening and night is now 8 in the morning. It's even more confusing trying to figure out when to sleep on my days off then transition back to nights when I work again. This can lead to entire 18 hour stretches in bed, and/or being wide awake and on Pintrest at 3am.

Working Nights

The Pros:

• I am so awake at work. I think its official: I am a night person. It is not hard at all for me to stay up all night.


• I have much more time to get ready before work. I really like to dawdle when getting ready in the "morning." I hate to be rushed. Getting up at 3:30 in the afternoon is much better than 3:30 in the morning.


• The shift differential

The Cons:

• A confused brain.


• Trying to sleep when maintenance men are replacing all the patio railings in our apartment complex.


• Vic is going to get so fat and lazy. He sleeps with Danny at night, then when I get home just stays right where he is and sleeps with me until I wake up at 4pm.


• I really haven't cooked lately, something I really enjoy doing. The timing is just always wrong to cook and eat a meal with Danny.

Thank God for blackout curtains (which I fashioned together with duct tape the other day) and ear plugs.

Pintrest recipe fail

"Skip the icing. Add a marshmellow 5 minutes before the end of cooking time."
Yeah right.