Makes my head hurt.

(This post began Wednesday October 27th)

I just have to say this... women give me a headache. An all out put-a-gun-to-my-head-and-pull-the-trigger-to-please-make-it-all-go-away headache.

Today was just a normal day at work... only it wasn't. Today, one of our summer interns came in to work temp for a little extra cash. Although their internship is officially over, some of them still come into the office and work, and the two girls from our section usually come in on Fridays. Well, this intern (Call her Intern 1, or I1 for short) was off today at school, so she decided to come work.

The problem... I haven't seen much of this intern for the past month. That in itself is not the problem, it's actually been a bit of a blessing. You see, I1 and I dated briefly. And by briefly I mean we partnered up when our groups of friends went out for about three months and had four or five actual dates over the course of two months. We shared our first kiss standing in a rainstorm while listening to The America Wind Symphony Orchestra play. We wouldn't "date" at first because we worked together and she was an intern, but we always partnered up and flirted around anyway. Then we actually went out in a few actual dates.

But then I had to go out of town, and while I was gone, she decided we shouldn't date anymore. No big deal, or so I thought.

But I kept right on flirting with her, and she flirted right back until one day she admitted that she kinda missed me, so we went out on another couple of dates.

But then I had to go out of town, and while I was gone, she decided we shouldn't date anymore. Am I repeating myself here?? Seems to be a pattern.

Anyway, we stopped dating. That's been over two months ago, and as I said earlier, I've only seen her probably three times in that two months.

But she came to work Friday last week... the first time I've seen her since I started seeing the girl I'm seeing now. She asked me about the new girlfriend. I told her. However, I didn't tell her that even though I'm seeing the new GF, I still think about her.

But I told her today.

(Continued Sunday October 31)

See, I1 invited me to her Halloween party... told me to bring the GF. I told her that would not be a good idea since I would be there with GF and be thinking about being with her.

That's when she admitted that she still thinks about me a lot too. WTF?????

She breaks up with me, not once but twice, because "she doesn't think she can give me what I'm looking for" even though I can't get her to explain what she thinks that may be. "She doesn't have time for a relationship" because of school and work and her internships.

But now she's ditching the guy she has been seeing because he is too young and is annoying her... and she still thinks about me and wishes I was coming to her party so there will be another adult there (I1 is 29 and thinks of her classmates as kids since most of them are 20-24 years old).

Now, I really like GF. She is good for me in ways that I1 never was. GF is much more open talking about her past relationships and what she wants out of ours while I1 always skirted around the issue. GF and I1 are both very affectionate, which I like, but GF is quick to tell me how attractive/handsome she thinks I am while I1 gave vague complements and never came out and told me how attractive I was to her.

But truth be told, I like I1 better. I1 and I are closer in maturity levels while GF is quite a bit younger than me. I1 and I can talk about a lot of different things concerning movies, music, books, while GF talks mostly about work, her family and her cats.

But GF is there for me, hasn't run away from me when I start getting close, which is what I'm beginning to think is what I1 has done. At first I thought that I1 just didn't like me enough, but she keeps coming back and she keeps thinking about me so that leaves me wondering.

And all this wondering is what is giving me the headache.

Where am I??

Well, folks. This was an unusual morning for me. The alarm clock went off this morning and my first thought was, "That's not my alarm clock" followed closely by "This isn't my bed."

"Where am I??"

But then the morning fog burned itself out of my mind and I remembered being invited to stay with my girfriend last night. Last night was the first night she offered, even though I've been hinting for a week. So we've taken a new step in our relationship... the sleepover.

Now, in one of my earlier blogs I talked about the evils of snooze alarms. I've discovered that snooze alarms are that much more evil when a pretty girl is snuggled up against you in the morning. Especially when today is her off day and she can go back to sleep, which she promptly did as soon as I got up to take a shower! The only thing that would have made it worse is if I had woken up this morning with a NAKED pretty girl snuggled up against me. I think I would have had to call in sick or dead... or at least come in late. My boss would have understood. Hell, he probably would have told me to take another hour or two!! I have such a good boss.

Well, this is a short post, but I'll be back soon. Keep in touch and keep a lookout for new posts.

Hello Again.

Hello all you bloggers, I'm back!

I know I've been neglecting my blog a little, but I've been a little busy. You see, I've been dating a new young woman and since things are so new and fresh, we've been spending a lot of time together. As in, over the weekends I wasn't getting home until about 2:30 in the A.M. and during the week I've been getting home about 12:30. Lack of sleep has played an important part in my life for the last week. Since she had to work until 9:30 P.M. last night, I took the night off and was in bed at 9:00.

Dating is a wonderful thing, but I'm getting to old for this shit.

Honestly though, I'm pretty happy to be dating someone since I haven't had much luck in the dating scene for the last ten months. The problem is, she is being "Good". Now don't get me wrong, I like nice girls, but she is being good to the point where she doesn't want to have sex... she wants to make love.

Is there anything wrong with that? Not really, not just because of that anyway. But I know that as of right now, I don't love her. I really like her, and I'm very attracted to her. We kiss and make out and both end up very hot and bothered at which point we have to stop and cool off (usually at her request). But it goes no further than that.

I only thought I was sexually frustrated before this. This is more like sexually tortured!

And even worse, I'm being the one who stops things to cool off more and more because I know that she isn't going to be satisfied with "I really like you and I'm attracted to you so lets go at it". I never thought I'd be the one to stop a make-out session!

Well, until next time...

Happy Birthday to Me!

Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me!
Happy Birthday to PC.
Happy Birthday to Me!

Yes, it's me. I'm back from my business trip. It sucked. Thanks for asking. If you didn't ask I'll tell you anyway.

[If you are new to my blog, go back and read "My Day In Court". It will tell you about what my "business" is so you understand why I've been doing what I've been doing.]

I was summoned to sunny Georgia for court. The District Attorney's office made arraingenments to fly me down on Tuesday so I could be in court first thing Wednsday morning. They picked me up at the hotel at 8:30 in the morning and we went straight to the courthouse. And there I sat... and sat. Finally at around 10:30 that morning, they came and told us that they are still picking a jury, so they would take us all back to the hotel and pick us up at 12:30 after lunch. Being the experienced witness that I am, I had a book with me. So it was no great loss to me, I just took my book back to the hotel and kept on reading.

After lunch we all rode back to the courthouse. And there I sat... and sat... and sat.... You get the picture. It turned out that after they finally picked the jury, they had seven pre-trial motions that needed to be decided. So we sat... and, never mind.

At just after 3:00 p.m. the Assistant District Attorney came to talk to me and the first three words out of his mouth were "I'm really sorry..." I knew I was screwed.

The judge had released everyone early for the day and decided that opening arguments would start at 9:00 on Thursday morning. So I had sat in a hard-ass chair in a suit on and off all day for nothing. And the worst part is, I knew I was going to get screwed when I came in that morning and they hadn't even started picking a jury yet. But I had to sit there.

Since I was eighth in line to testify, I also had to sit all day Thursday. And there wasn't a break to go to the hotel for a while. This was sit in the courthouse and wait.

All day.

Until 3:00 p.m. when I finally got on the stand.

Do you want to know how long I was on the stand for. About ten minutes. The defense attorney didn't ask me a single question.

My flight schedule got me home at 10:45 last night, actually about thirty minutes ahead of schedule.

11 hours on various planes and in various airports
11 hours total wait time on hard-ass courthouse chairs
11 minutes of testimony

Anyone want to trade jobs??

Thought for the day.

Just a quick thought for the day... I NEED A NAP!!!

I barely dragged myself out of bed this morning after being awakened at 3:30 this morning with a raging case of heartburn and not getting back to sleep until around 4:15-4:30. My 5:30 alarm didn't get my dragging ass out of bed until 6:18. Snooze buttons are either a wonderful thing or tremendous evil, I haven't decided yet.

I'm now in the middle of post-lunch daze. Somehow, stopping for lunch makes it so hard to get going again. You all know what I'm talking about. The work is still waiting on me. It's right where I left it at 12:00. But a full and digesting belly somehow switches my conciense lever from "Dedicated Worker" to "Don't-give-a-S**t-and-you-can't-make-me"

Here's to a long day!

My day in court!

I know I haven't talked about it so far on my blog, but I'm a gun guy... and I don't mean a typical everyday gun enthusiast. I'm a professional gun guy. I have the certificate and everything!

All kidding aside, I am a Court Qualified Expert in the field of Firearms and Toolmark Identification. In other words, I am a forensic scientist for the State Crime Laboratory and it is my job to examine firearms and firearm related evidence to provide useful information to investigating agencies and the court system.

Now, today I had to go to court. Without going into too many details, the accused shot a neighbors truck with his deer rifle, a 30-30 Winchester. Now for you C.S.I. watchers, you're probably thinking I did this complicated examination to identify the fired bullet and cartridge case to the rifle used. You'd be thinking wrong.

To be honest, there wasn't enough left of the bullet to look at and there weren't any marks on the fired cartridge case that I could use to identify it as being fired in the rifle. So i really couldn't say anything with any certainty. Or that's what I thought.

I got called in to court because the Prosecutor wanted to establish that this rifle was capable of easily hitting any of the five trailers in the trailer court. Now, the 30-30 Winchester is capable of firing a bullet at over 2200 feet per second, which means the fired bullet can travel over 700 yards (the length of seven football fields) in one second. The furthest trailer in the park was just over 400 feet away (just over the length of one football field). So anyone can easily see that a fired bullet from this rifle could have easily reached even the furthest trailer.

Now why did I get called into court over something so obvious? Because that is the way the court system works now.

A judge recently rulled in a nearby town that the Prosecutor couldn't add assault with a deady weapon to the charges against a defendant because they didn't proove that the bullet that was surgically removed from the victim had been fired from a gun.

I guess it could have always been fired from a potato.