The Diary of Mrs. S

Friday, May 26, 2006

I found this information on some random blog I came across. I usually don't include this sort of subject matter on here, but I it struck my fancy. I had never heard of the sheriff. Supposedly, there is a Maricopa County (Arizona) Sheriff Joe Arpaio who's known as "America's Toughest Sheriff." I actually did a search for this Sheriff and found plenty of websites containing information about this man. Apparently, he exists and if he does, Maricopa County is better for having him in charge!

He created a "tent city jail" to replace comfortable, air-conditioned cells.

He has jail meals down to around 20 cents a serving and charges the inmates for them.

He stopped smoking and porno magazines in the jails.

He took away inmates' weights.

He cut off all but "G" movies.

He started chain gangs so the inmates could do free work on county and city projects.

Then he started chain gangs for women so he wouldn't get sued for discrimination.

He took away cable TV until he found out there was a federal court order that required cable TV for jails (which is really, really stupid). He hooked up the cable TV again, but only let in the Disney Channel and the Weather Channel. When asked why he allowed the Weather Channel he replied "So they will know how hot it's gonna be while they are working on my chain gangs."

He cut off coffee since it has zero nutritional value. When the inmates complained, he told them "This isn't the Ritz/Carlton. If you don't like it, don't come back."

He bought Newt Gingrich's lecture series on videotape and pipes it into the jails. When asked by a reporter if he had any lecture series by a Democrat, he replied that a Democratic lecture series might explain why a lot of the inmates were in his jails in the first place.

With temperatures being even hotter than usual in Phoenix (116 degrees had just set a new record), the Associated Press reported that about 2,000 inmates living in a barbed-wire-surrounded tent encampment at the Maricopa County Jail had been given permission to strip down to their government-issued pink boxer shorts. On one day, hundreds of men wearing boxers were either curled up on their bunk beds or chatted in the tents, which reached 138 degrees inside the week before.
Many were also swathed in wet, pink towels as sweat collected on their chests and dripped down to their pink socks. "It feels like we are in a furnace," said James Zanzot, an inmate who has lived in the tents for 1 year. "It's inhumane." Joe Arpaio, the tough-guy sheriff who created the tent city and long ago started making his prisoners wear pink, and eat green bologna sandwiches, is not one bit sympathetic

He said that he told all of the inmates: "It's 120 degrees in Iraq and our soldiers are living in tents too, and they have to wear full battle gear, but they didn't commit any crimes, so shut your damned mouths!"

Maybe if all prisons were like this one there would be a lot less crime and/or repeat offenders. Criminals should be punished for their crimes - not live in luxury until it's time for their parole, only to go out and commit another crime so they can get back in to live on taxpayers money and enjoy things taxpayers can't afford to have for themselves.

On Sheriff Arpaio's website he says "Under my watch, prisoners are treated like criminals and not like guests at the country club."

Because I Needed to Write Something

Everyone else was doing it, so why not me.

I am – keeping a secret
I want –the best for my family and friends
I wish -my sister would buy the house down the street from me
I miss – the confidence I used to have
I fear - failure, death, and car accidents
I hear – "Will and Grace" on the TV
I wonder - where I'll be in 10 years
I regret – getting a BA in Psychology
I am not – an abstract person
I dance – when I am home along cleaning listening to my country music
I sing – in the car, all the time
I cry – over Chemistry
I am not always – nice
I make with my hands – what I can't with my toes
I write – notes to remind myself of things
I confuse – elderly people at work when I talk too fast
I need – to slow down
I should – start on my scrapbook from NYC trip
I start – looking forward to Spring the first day of Fall
I finish – most things I start

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

You know you are from Memphis.....

You know what every member of the Fleming Family looks like.

You know that MusicFest = Mudfest

You've had your picture taken by the begger on Beale street or you have taken your picture with him.

A basketball game has more attendance than a football game.

Prince Mongo & Jerry "the king" lawler are on the mayors ballot.

You want to see the Watson's girl in a bikini to see how fat she is getting each year.

You went to the Mall of Murder and ice skated and survived.

You have waited for 4 hours to get a drivers license or have your car inspected.

Beale street is what you look forward to when you turn 21.

You know what real Barbecue is.

You're scared of Germantown & Bartlett Cops.

Someone in your family has an Elvis story.

Our tap water is like your Evian.

Our mayor does drugs, how hardcore is that?

Goin muddin' is a sport.

You drive like your gonna kill everyone else.

The weather doesn't go with the season.

You just call the Mississippi "The River."

You didn't know that the Old Bridge and the New Bridge had names.

All year long you look forward to May... because Memphis in May is da bomb: Rajun Cajun, Musicfest, Greekfest, BBQfest, and Italianfest.

You've had to switch the thermostat from heat to air in the same day.

You can say "Take Poplar" and get anywhere from anywhere.

You know you can make it anywhere in memphis in "about 15 minutes."

You call the city a dump, but you'll fight any out-of-towners that agree with you.

You know Going South or to the boats means you are going to the casinos.

You know what is means to "Bleed blue and grey."

You still call it Memphis State.

You call the Nonconnah the "autobahn" instead of 385 or Bill Morris Parkway.

You know what and where Orange Mound, Nutbush, and Voodoo Villiage are, and that you should avoid them at all costs.


Alot of these are very true. I don't live within the city limits of Memphis. I'll just stay right where I am for now. I live in a "surburb" (quote of the Memphis mayor) of Memphis and am quite happy with that. I guess I just have to be careful of those Bartlett cops! Oh, and yes, we know what REAL barbecue is, our water is VERY good and Poplar does take you anywhere you want.

Let me just add this:

East Parkway runs north/south, North Parkway runs east/west.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Four Things

Okay, so I thought I would do this too.

Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. Dixie Cafe (hostess) in high school
2. Asst. Manager at Holliday's
3. Teen Counselor for Drug and Alcohol abuse
4. Pharmacy Technician

Movies I would watch over & over:
1. Hope Floats
2. Jerry Maguire
3. Finding Nemo
4. Shrek

Places I have lived:
1. Moscow, TN
2. Pinson, TN
3. Jackson,TN
4. Bartlett, TN

Four tv shows I love to watch:
1. Grey's Anatomy
2. Desperate Housewives
3. House Hunters
4. Dr. G Medical Examiner

Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Destin, FL
2. Smokey Mountains
3. New York City (weekend vacation)
4. DisneyWorld

Four websites I visit daily:
1. Myspace
2. refer to My Blogs of Choice
3. Amalah.com
4. Dooce.com

Four of my favorite foods:
1. Potatoes
2. Chicken on the grill
3. Pickles
4. Cheese

Four places I would Rather be right now: (I'm at home, so knock that off the list)
1. At the beach
2. In New York City
3. Sitting with Dave
4. In my comfy bed, I guess

Four songs that make me cry:
1. Have You Forgotten
2. When You Say Nothing At All
3. In My Daughter's Eyes
4. My Sister, My Friend

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Try Again

Ok, I'm going to give it another try. Click here to see the first one, and here to see the other one. I am so going to order one of these! Call me crazy.

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Monday, May 15, 2006

Two Words:

Grey's Anatomy. I don't know if anything has ever tugged at my heart as much as Doc having to be put to sleep. I just kept thinking about my Cody. One reason I did not want a dog was because of the inevitable. As many know, death scares the hell out of me. Or maybe it's just cause it hurts too damn much. Dave and I often avoid the subject of Cody getting old. He's almost 6 now. Still young, but he is part of Dave and I. He is our illegitimate dog and my mom's first granddog. We were engaged and living together when we got him. When Cody gets in trouble, I still call him by my maiden name! Dave always corrects me though. Stop it, Jana. Don't even think about it. Anyway, Blue and I were talking after the show. The part in the Vet's office was the hardest for us both. Crazy?! I was babysitting my niece and nephew while watching the show. I was trying to hide it from them that I was crying....over a dog. Whew, I looked and they were both asleep. I just knew I would get the third degree. With JJ, he would make sure he told everybody that Aunt Jana cried when the dog got put to sleep.

Periodically, Dave and I talk about getting another dog for Cody to play with. Seeing dogs play together makes us feel bad for not having Cody a friend. He's been an only dog for so long. We are starting to seriously discuss it again. The cons about getting another dog are 1) Two big dogs to feed 2) Two big dogs to board when we go on vacations 3) The vet bills for TWO dogs. If we do decide to get another dog, it won't be until after we get back from Destin later this summer. It's something to think about.

I know I don't have any children to talk about so bear with me when I talk about my Cody Pie! Yes, Cody Pie. We often sing "Cody Pie, Honey Bun". Don't ask.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Poker Night

We finally did it. We had poker night at our house. We finally used the upstairs room for the first time since we remodeled it last summer. I had a lot of fun. I didn't play poker. I mainly just drank. And that's where I ran into a problem. You see, I'm not much of a drinker. I'll drink at parties and occasionally when we go out to eat, a daquiri. I love the Schmirnoff twisted coolers. Grape and Orange espcially. I.drank.too.much. I got sick. Thanks to Chrissy for holding my hair! OMFG, I am too old to be doing that. The last time I got sick was when I was 18 or 19 (ehhemm, Chrissy). We went through a lot of beer and Schmirnoff Saturday night. It was fun though! Can't wait to do it again, without getting sick. Anyway, thought I would share some pictures of the gang.



Me and Chrissy before too many drinks.












My preggo sister. You can't see her lovely baby bump in this picture.










Okay, this one is funny. Those dresses, they are our Senior prom dresses. We had had several drinks by now, though not too drunk. Like the socks?














A few of the people playing poker.












What you can't really see in this picture is my wonderful husband giving the camera the bird. Gotta love him.











I accidentally took a picture of my buns, but if you look on the right side, you can see my sister's baby bump. 13 &1/2 weeks and counting!

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Aargh! I'm trying to post some pictures and it's giving me a hard time.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Title Schmitle

I really have nothing to say. I can only think of things when I am unable to blog. I can't exactly get on the internet at work. At least I don't think I can. Even if I tried, I'm sure they would know it. Who am I kidding? I don't have time to even think about the internet at work. Maybe I'll try one day. There has to be a way.....
I also have discovered this myspace thing. I didn't think I would care for it, but I like it. It has allowed me to reconnect with alot of people that I used to work with or go to school with. It's a whole other universe. I wouldn't say I am addicted to it, but it is quite fun in a sitting at the computer kind of way. I'm pretty nosey, so I like to randomly search for people. Some I have found, some not so much.


This is completely off the subject. My mom called me last night to tell me what my little niece wore to church. Get this, she wore an old Snowflake dress of mine! Maybe I should repeat...My 7 year old niece wore a dress that I wore in.high.school, in 1995 to be exact! Actually, I can still wear the dress. It wasn't a really fancy one, it was short, but it did have some sparkle to it. If I had a scanner, I would scan the picture of me wearing it 11 years ago. Holy crap, did I just say 11 years ago. I'll just pretend I didn't. My niece made sure she told everyone at church that she was wearing her aunt's dress. I love my girl!