Ferret Friday #28-Basket Case

A E Ferret's favorite object to "steal" is plastic water bottles. Here he is in the recycle bin feeling a bit forlorn since it was recycle day and there were no water bottles to be found. His despair had only just begun because I had further plundered his hoard by gathering a full trash bag of bottles from the hidey spots in the depths of my closet.

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Ferret Friday #16-Hey, that is my sock...

Before heading back to school after Spring Break, I said one last goodbye to the ferrets. It wasn't until I was back at school that I noticed that one of my socks had made its way into their cage.

Albemarle County Ordinance Update

A dministrators of false alarm units are often called on to present information to the local government officials. In preparation for my debut briefing the Supervisors in my county, I visited Albemarle County last week for their Board of Supervisors meeting . The Albemarle County Police Department was before the board to present some updates to their false alarm ordinance so it was a good opportunity to witness public reaction. The great thing about local government is that the public has the opportunity to participate. Albemarle County and many other counties allow citizens to have their time to air their opinions simply by signing up before the meeting begins. The number of people who sign up, determines how much time each speaker is given. For this meeting, there were so many people signed up, that the time limit was reduced to two minutes each. The agenda for each meeting is generally posted in advance but the public commentary doe...

Queen of the Dairy

Did you know that the Dairy Queen Blizzard turned 25 last year? I remember when the Blizzard was introduced which makes me officially...old. Anyway, there was no Dairy Queen in the town where I grew up but there was one where my great grandfather lived. Do you remember when a trip longer than 15 minutes lasted fuh evah? When I was little, the 65 minute drive to my great grandfather's small town felt like an eternity. Maybe it felt so long because I was hoping for that extremely rare occurrence of a stop at the Dairy Queen. My parents were teachers and the budget was always tight, but occasionally we would stop at DQ and we could get a small cone. We never got to choose--it was always just that small vanilla cone, but it was a treat nonetheless. Once I was able to drive and had a job, those stops at DQ were almost mandatory when I ventured on my own to my grandparents house. I probably tried something different each time-...

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