Be cows nothing can stop the man....

Awhile ago a post was done here and then followed up on my blog of a little writing amusement found within the bars of prison. Last night The Recalcitrant Beagle brought home another sweet note of entertainment. We love this guy, he's a raving moron of epic proportion. I think he's in for attempted murder but I forget. He's in for life though and really that's all that matters. Here I have scanned in his most recent pre-school writing nightmare. I had to stare at it for a few seconds because my brain kept doing this auto-spell spell self correct and all I could see was what should have been liter. But no he meant letter. GOOD GAWD WTF? Gow's? GOW'S?! Who the hell doesn't know how to spell goes? Oh that's right, max security morons who insist that it wasn't them that did the crime. As far as I'm concerned I could care less if he did it, spelling like this should not be allowed into the general population. Ever. And these guys have access to schools, reading material and what not. Do they use it? I guess not. Probably too busy enjoying their summer camp like atmosphere in the lovely Texas Dept of Criminal Justice. Where they are not allowed cell phones but instead recently had phones installed in their day rooms. Shit my college dorms weren't as sweet. Probably just as high likelyhood of getting raped though huh?

OBrien's: fine beer, tasty food, and good company

OBrien's is my father-in-law's favorite haunt. He's there every day. OBrien's pours great local beers, prepares some outstanding pub fare (burgers, hot sandwiches, and salads) and is filled with what can only be described as a warm, neighborly crowd.


Evie and Mom graciously allowed me to accompany them to OBriens today for lunch with Tom, the previously mentioned father-in-law. We were joined by our friend Jason (one of the only people about whom Michelle actually speaks kindly) and a few of Tom's friends.


Tom extolling the virtues of one of the many exquisite beers poured at OBrien's, likely Pliny the Elder. I admit, I am a convert. The Elder is an out-of-this-world double IPA with a full-course meal in taste.



Jason showing Mom his cool Amazon Kindle.



Here is Evie delivering a look to yours truly stating very clearly: Get your own damned lemonade!

That's it for now. Off to the Plunge!
B.

OK I'll pose, but don't expect me to smile!

Afterall, I haven't yet had my morning coffee.

Some of the best things in life are...in San Diego

Our first evening in town. They picked me up from the airport, wnad we headed straight to Jimmy Carter's. A plate of Dulce's sublime carne asada, a pint of Arrogant Bastard, and a table full of my wonderful and sorely missed family.


The Man Himself: Jimmy Carter, treating his nephew to a hometown meal and showing of his curling locks!


Evie with Olivia, my niece by way of my cousin Betsy.
An adorable little imp!

Behold...the Golden Egg, the Grail, the Alpha & the Omega

And don't worry, this precious cargo is coming back to San Antonio with us, where it will be loved, care for and appreciated.

Texas needs teachers? Really?

I don't really have the words to properly articulate the sublime blend of amusement and dismay I felt upon reading this letter, sent to my department at the prison.
Instead I'm simply going to share it and let you experience it for yourselves.



Ouch.

I'll add a translation later, "be cows" some of my readers may have some difficulty with this...dialect.

This really does drive home the need for literacy development.
I wonder if that point might be relevant to my current job search.
;)

B.

Back to a normal work schedule...

Next stop, back to a normal workplace.

I'm officially off the 12 hour, 4 on 4 off shift at Connally. I acquired a post as a Law Library officer, which means I monitor the offenders while they sit in the little Law Library and research ways to overturn convictions and help other offenders do the same. Lovely, that they are afforded such an opportunity, que no?

On a related note, the fracking offenders are getting telephones put into their dayrooms.

Yes, the conversion from maximum security prison to day camp is almost complete.

*Back to my new post*

I could hear a collective sigh of relief coming from the offenders knowing that I wouldn't be available to conduct cell searches , thereby depriving them of their tattoo machines, hooch, and assorted contraband. Not that I'd been on the buildings too often for the last couple of months. The shift captain had decided to have me trained to run the Central Control picket (pretty much what it sounds like, a picket for the whole prison, providing access between the public/administrative side and the inner, secure side, as well as tracking all the keys, tools and use of force equipment for the prison). If it sounds like a PITA that's because it is. Lately the only time I've been able to get onto the building to work my "old beat" was when one of the lieutenants took pity on me and shuffled me around on the roster.

My main reason for wanting an H card position (M-F, 8-5) was wanting my weekends back and desiring to get more than 4 hours of sleep per night. My first choice was the Extortion officer post working with my old building sergeant but I didn't get that, and the Law Library supervisor, a very cool and sharp woman, asked me to apply for Law Library.

In other news, I've received my 12 month teaching credential/certificate from the State Board of Education. I'm getting closer.


Cheers,
B.

There are other reasons