call 911.

You can take all the CPR classes in the world but nothing will prepare you for the real deal.

This past Wednesday, I experienced the real deal. It all happened in slow motion. The patron collapsed just 10-15 feet away from me. I saw it happen - he slowly put his head down, and then fell to the ground! His head snapped back, jaw dropped open, and eyes rolled to the back of his head. Without a second thought, I had one of the part-timers call 911. I then immediately called down for a lifeguard to assist.

Did I make the right decisions? Was my course of action correct? I had such a hard time sleeping Wednesday night. I could not get the wife's voice and facial expression out of my head. The look on her face said it all - help me! somebody please help me!

I wanted to help. I wanted to do all I could to help. I know I could have done more - but what should I have done? All they teach you in class is, "Hey, hey, are you okay?" What the hell. Was I supposed to start CPR? Should I have checked his vitals before calling for help?

I can only hope the man is okay; EMS took him away.

I am the winner!

Cowboys victory over the Eagles sealed the W for the week...

pick 'em.

There is a boy at work that interests me. I, however, do not interest him as much.

Tom Brady out for the season?! Damn. Sucks for all the people who had him on their fantasy team!

It has not been done since college, but it finally happened again. I accidentally drove off with my drink still resting on top of my car. Damnit.

The TV is always on when I am home now. Between football season and Fall shows starting up, the TV has my undivided attention.

Anyone know where I can get a new set of eyeballs for a good price?

It did not dawn on me until the other day when I heard my neighbor's baby crying upstairs. If I can hear the baby cry at night, can they hear my TV on at 2 in the morning? Can they hear my alarm go off at 3:45 am on the mornings I have to be at work by 5?

The one time you feel appreciated (almost) makes up for the multiple times your hardwork is overlooked.

Post-hurricane weather is absolutely gorgeous. Too bad I will spend most of the week indoors at work instead of outside in 80 degree weather.

I'm winning this week's pick-ems!!! This is, of course, incomplete with tomorrow's Cowboys/Eagles game still to be determined, but I am so excited because I will probably never win another week the rest of the season!!! Check it...

I am sorry for your loss.

During my twenty-some years of existence, I have only suffered losses of friends. That is not to say that no one of family has died. I have just never 'suffered' as a result of their death, until now.

Yesterday my grandfather suffered a stroke. Following the stroke, MRIs were done to determine the effect of the stroke. Half of his brain was destroyed. The other half was a mess. Doctors projected he had but three to four days to live. My father, aunt, and uncle immediately bought airline tickets to Hong Kong. I can only imagine that their one wish was to make it across seas before my grandfather passed; a chance to hold and touch their father's hands before the blood stops circulating and the palms turn cold.

My grandfather has passed, and at this very moment in time my father is stuck at the airport because of a layover in Los Angeles. How fucking shitty is that?

I do not believe in a particular higher being, but if I did I can tell you I would be doubting all that it stands for right now. I have never felt this sort of pain for anyone before. The pain I feel for my father outweighs any pain I have for myself. Before he left I called him just to let him know I knew of the situation. Of course the conversation was just that - an acknowledgment of the facts and nothing more. Prior to hanging up he told me to take care of myself, as he did not want to have to worry about me, as well. My heart sank.

I hate that I feel, but cannot express. I love you, Dad. I am so very sorry for your loss...

pharmacy funny.

A slow Friday night at the pharmacy...

Me: What's that one saying? Something old, something blue..?

Jill: Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Why? You getting hitched?

Me: Ha - Yeah, to Bill.

Bill: I'm the something old.

Jill: And Viagra is the something blue.