Ain't no rest for this Wicked Army...

Yeah, campy corny musical playlist references abound, boo-hoo, whatever...



SO yeah, the original start to this blog post got eaten by STUPID IE8 (flipping school computers have epic hardware, but sucky software) but thankfully I was only a paragraph into it...



So it's the end of the month, January, 2012, the starting point for me getting my life up and running properly the way I'd like it. So far this year, I've endured more pain than I'd expected, but in a good way, for a good, but suckish reason, I've gotten my Level 3 Security certification completed, so I am now an armed Security Officer/Guard, I shared a sudden, pointless, and asinine personal crisis with my love, discovered my inner cowboy (again), and have plotted out some very pointed, very epic, and very top secret plans for the future, I missed the first day of class, worked some very odd hours, bought a Glock 17, and started working a post that's both very inconvenient for me (its 40+ miles from where I live x_x ) and is also apparently next door to a Dallas top 10 crossroads for drug activity and I have figured out how I'm going to be spending a good $425 over the month of February to further my epicness-- I mean, job security and possible income, by getting my baton, and Pepper Spray certificates, as well as my Level 4 S.O. (P.P.O. aka "bodyguard") license, AND my CHL card... nice thing is I can save about $125 or so doing it at the same place I got my level 3 done at. I am also looking for my own place for some time in May.

I also missed my SECOND day (week) of class, and am pushing a line of exhaustion since I am scheduled to work at this semi-nice shit-hole Apartment complex ALL FLIPPING week until Thursday...

I'm mildly worried, because while I do have a gun, I do not have a vest, yet, and the apartment complex next door has been a source of trouble in the past, and while there have not been any major issues on-site over the last two or three months... I really aim to go home every morning the way I showed up; in one piece, and with all my bodily fluids inside where they belong.

I will however, shoot the fuck outta anyone who try's to harm me or my partner, without hesitation, I qual'd on my class 3 by scoring a 94 outta 100 on the test, and shooting a 244 outta 250... that means that out of 50 shots fired at ranges from 3 yards to 15 (that's 9 to 45 feet btws) all but 2 hit in center mass, and 25+ hit dead center within a 5x6 oval centered over the heart and lungs. I can also shoot someones eyes out at 45 feet if I want too.

I'm not scared, and I'm not afraid. I'm worried...


Because she worries... And I don't EVER want to leave her alone in the world... I know what that would do to her... As much as I would gladly lay down my life for her, shed every drop of blood for her sake, and breath my very last breath just for her life and well being, my only hesitation to do so, would be due to the pain it would cause her to loose me...


Fuck it, I'm MAD...

Her dad pulled a total dick-head move last weekend, scared her totally speechless (which I believe is damn near impossible, or at least no mean feat) and damn near gave me a heart attack when I hear from her what he had said... I will not go over that here and now, it is not my place, but I will say that it enraged me to a level I've not been at in a long time, and I'm still aching over it... Not making any promises, but next time I see that man, her father, I will be SORELY tempted to teach him some proper manners, Texas style motherfuckers...

When I'm in uniform, you can say or do whatever you want, so long as its not against the law, or violating the property I am guarding. But when the badge and the monkey suit is gone, you had BEST remember that there are three things you DON'T cross the line over with me; My Mama, My Sister, and My Girl.
You get some warning when you get close to that line, then you cross that line, and you get ONE final warning, and if I don't like your attitude when after I've given you your one last warning, or you cross the line anyways?

Just make sure your health insurance is paid, and the cops are en route, that or you got a bigger set of balls or chops then me, because I will end you by my massive hairy knuckles...


Hot damn that felt good to say, even if only in my head/via text.


I want ice cream now.


Hope you enjoyed it interwebs, if not, well you can go someplace and do something with yourself when you get there,p and don't forget to write!

Music
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Love
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Life

Endure,
~Caleb