Happy birthday Caitlin!

Love, John and Dominic

Dominic and I were in NY for the past few weeks visiting and helping my mother after her Bilateral knee replacement.  We had a great time.  Dominic started standing unsupported and added a few new words to his vocabulary.  He can now say Daddy, Doggy, and All Gone! When he says all gone he holds his hands up and shrugs his shoulders.  He also is very good at sharing everyone elses food.  The moment he sees or smells it he gives a little scream and makes his way over the the food to have a bite.

 We found the website of a folk singer that had his own tv show and tapes that I used to watch and listen to when I was little.  So I emailed him and he emailed back!  I also bought the CD with all the songs that I loved for Dominic’s first Birthday.  Now we can sing them at the top of our lungs to annoy John. 

Speaking of Birthdays:

HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY JOHN DOMINIC KILGORE!

Love, Mommy and Daddy

Normally while on an phone call engagement at work speaking with a company about doing a server install I take notes on what we’re talking about so I can remember what kind of solution I need to devise for them. Today I finish my phone call and I’m working a proposal when someone comes to my office to ask me a question, gives me a really awkward stare and looks at my notes.

Well, I guess I can see why I got that awkward stare…

Helloooo Mr. JOSE LAVEL WILSON

I think they ran out of lines on the docket book online that posts what they charge him with.

P.S. - feel free to photoshop this guy!

Today I have two stories to share and they are both about drivers.  One is about golf, the other is about a car.

Story One:

So I recently ordered a new (new to me) Taylormade R580XD driver off of ebay for a pretty decent price.  I get the exact loft and degree that I wanted this time, because in case you don’t remember Airtran gave my last driver the shaft (literally) and broke it in half on the plane, so i was forced to order one I really liked.  Well, I ordered it June 25th and it somehow has been stuck in Portland, Oregon since the 27th.  After taking a tracking record, I sent an email to the seller on ebay and he replied with:

Hi, your not going to beleive this but i just got off the phone with Fed Ex and they told me the whole trailer your box was in caught on fire and now we have to file a claim…anyway freak accident and let me know whay you would like us to do..ie..ship another club or just refund you…thanks, Matt

Umm.  Yeah.  Great.  So he’s shipping me a brand new and even better club after speaking with him on the phone.  Still, a weird situation, it’s like the golf God’s are smiting me.

 

Ok.  Story #2.

So I’m leaving the driving range today (without my new driver of course) and I’m driving home when I get behind this early 90’s black Lincoln Towncar.  Matter of fact, the guy just whips right out in front of me and starts driving really fast.  We drive down the road a few miles and I notice him riding the butt of the guy in front of him, and what it appears like at first is that he is trying to pass him because he is weaving in and out of the lanes.

Then I figured out, hey, people don’t normally pass each other in the dirt off the side of the road - much less hit a mailbox while doing it.  So at this point I’m pretty aware that the guy in front of me in the towncar is having some driving issues, so I give him the benefit of the doubt a few more miles until he runs some people in the oncoming lane off the road.

I call 911 to report this suspect driver.  When I call I don’t even get a live person - I just get “Please hold for Gwinnett County Emergency Dispatch.  Please do not hang up”.  I hold for 2 minutes.  Then finally the dispatcher gets on the line and I explain the situation.

By the time I’m speaking to someone at 911 his driving has become uncontrollable.  He has run at least 2 more people off the road into a ditch and has almost wrecked himself several times.  People are pulling off the side of the road to let him by, but I keep following him.  I’m pretty scarred at this point that I’m just following him to eventually help someone bleeding on the side of the road that he hits.  The dispatcher tells me that they’ll send someone and lets me go.  She also tells me not to follow him anymore and that I should just let him go and they’ll find him.

I can’t stop following him.  Something in me tells me it’s not right to just leave it up to fate for cops to find him and pull him over - he could make many turns and they wouldn’t find him.  So I keep following him at speeds around 85mph (well, I wasn’t going that fast, he was).  I follow him another 10 minutes and pass 2 cops that don’t stop him.  I call back into 911 and explain the situation more clearly and this time the new dispatcher stays with me the whole time.

The driver makes a U-turn in the middle of a 4 lane highway because he’s figured out that I’m following him.  I of course, not wanting him to get away, make a legal U-turn at the next available spot.  He sees me doing this an pulls into a burger king parking lot, but I still follow him.  I pulled around the back of the lot and watched him get something out of the trunk of his car and run inside.  About this time 911 lets me know that I should just wait there and if he comes out before the police get there I should call back, so they let me off the phone.

Five minutes later this guy comes RUNNING out of Burger King and as he reaches his car the Police cruiser pops in the parking lot.  The cop jumps out of the car and starts yelling at him and as the suspect refuses arrest and cooperation the Cop tackles this dude and cuffs him on the ground then pulls him up to the car and throws him over the hood, sprays him with mace, and then throws him in the back of the cruiser.  I’m walking up to scene all the while this is going on because the officer motions for me to come over.  He tells me to check on the people in Burger King (because we both thing he’s robbed the place).

Everyone is Burger King is frantic.  I’m checking to see if everyone is OK, but it turns out he told everyone in burger king he had a bomb in his jacket and then stole a Whopper. 

Yes, this idiot stole a whopper with a fake bomb. 

After all was said and done about 4-5 police cars were on the scene and all the officers thanked me for following this guy as long as we did.  They all shook my hand and thanked me, but I was mostly thanking them for taking this crazy mofo off the streets.  Matter of fact, whenever the first officer arrived and arrested him I almost burst into tears for how thankful I was that he nabbed this guy for putting so many people in danger.  The police on the scene made me fill out a bunch of paperwork and statements, all the while this guy in the back of the cop car is yelling at me and spitting on the window and calling me names.

They had chased this guy 2 nights ago because of his bad driving and had to end the chase because it got to dangerous to follow him.

The suspect was taken to jail and charged with:

1. DUI
2. Wreckless driving
3. Speeding
4. Resisting arrest
5. Armed robbery
6. Terrorist threats
7. Being a general douche bag

I figure I’ll have to testify in court or something soon for all of this.  Oh, and Steven (my good friend here that’s a Cop), I can’t wait to do a ride-a-long with you soon.

“I’m a beauty queen, i don’t do dishes!!!!”

Ok, I’m a pretty big sucker for reality TV, but this is definitely going to be a great show to watch.  I can’t wait to see how this is all done.  Make sure you watch the video all the way, there’s a pretty good heartfelt moment at the end.

So Cait is leaving town tomorrow morning to go to NY for her mother’s knee replacement surgery and in the midst of her getting ready and us cleaning before she left we forgot to eat dinner tonight.  So about 30 minutes ago she says to me, “Hey do you want some pancakes for dinner?”

“Well, sure!” says I.

15 minutes ago the pancakes were put on the table so I headed to the kitchen table to chow down on some tasty fluffyness.  She’s finishing cooking her pancakes as I’m eating mine and finally gets to the table with hers and I’m about 1/4 done with my instantly gratifying cakeness.  We continue to eat together, and all the while my cakes are falling apart as I eat them - but I don’t think anything of it.

I’m almost done and she turns to me and says, “Man these pancakes are really fluffy!”

“I know!  I feel like they’re choking me,” I said.

“Yeah, well I didn’t… umm… have any milk,” she says. (while laughing)

“Haha, yeah, so what did you do, use water?” I said.

More laughing insues and she finally stops to say, “No, not water.  I used…..”

“DOMINIC’S FORMULA?!!?!?!” I said.

“……yes.”  (hysterically laughing)