A Florida family is without a home after the residence burned down on New Year’s Day. Of course, being Florida, there is always a catch.
Members of Clay County Fire Rescue were called to the house fire in Oakleaf just before 1:30 a.m., according to a post on the organization’s Facebook page.
Four people were in the home when the fire broke out, firefighters say. Everyone was able to get out safely and there were no reported injuries. The family is now working with the Red Cross for temporary housing.
Firefighters say they determined the cause of the fire was hot fireworks that were disposed of in a garage trash can.
How do people not know to douse their used fireworks in water? Cripes, we have the kids put their sparklers into a bucket and let them sit there overnight.
Well, our long national nightmare is over. 2020 is dead and buried, which makes me happy because it has been the worst year of my life.
I’d like to think 2021 will be better, but I’m a realist. The Democrats will continue their lockdowns – “for the children” – Joe Biden will likely be allowed to steal the 2020 election, and progressives will continue to try and rule our lives.
That said, we still live in the greatest country on Earth – for now – and while things are pretty terrible right now, they will most definitely get better.
Stay the course, give no quarter, and hang tough.
P.S. – I’m pretty sure Philly hit 500 homicides for the year. I’ll post the final number the second I get it.
UPDATE: Okay, so what I’m being told is we hit 500 homicides yesterday, but they held over #500 until after midnight so they could claim it was the first murder of 2021. As usual, they are fudging the numbers – in reality, we’re WAY over 500 – because I guess they think 499 is better than 500.
That said, I’m logging 500 into the Homicide Tracker, because I know the city is lying.
So last night Kyle went to his friend’s house for New Year’s Eve. A half hour after he left, he called me – which is never a good sign – and said his tire blew out. I had to go get him, on New Year’s Eve, when I was in pajama bottoms and my fabulous Florida Gators hoodie I got for Christmas.
I get to the lot where he parked and he was alone. He was supposed to be taking his friend to the party, so I asked, “Hey, where’s Nate?” “Oh, Ant was close by so he picked him up and took him to the party.”
Okay, it’s 8pm, you’re in a dark parking lot with a flat tire, and dude leaves you there alone? Beautiful. Kyle gets in the car and asks me to take him to the party. I’m highly annoyed at this point, but it’s easier to take him than bring him home and sulk all evening. As we’re driving, Kyle gets a text from his friends, saying the party is being moved to Alyssa’s house. Fine. I ask where Alyssa lives and Kyle says, “In the suburbs.”
Can you be more specific, because I’m about to run the Jeep into a ravine?
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Happy 2019, everyone! It’s a new day and a new year. Personally, I hope 2018 burns in Hell, as it was arguably the worst year of my life, with the possible exception of 2013. Between the heart monitor, the prostate cancer scare, and my mother’s memory issues, this has been an awful, awful 365 days.
Now that’s all behind us, and we can look forward to bigger and better things. (None of which should be our waistlines.) On that front, I had a decent year. According to Map My Walk, I participated in 72 workouts, traveling 546 km (339 miles). Probably would have been better if I hadn’t had all the health issues. I intend to smash those numbers this year, and will hopefully hit the pavement today.
The blog is running smoothly. We’re averaging about 100,000 visits a year, which is fine. I’m too old to blog as often as I used to, and there are so many other things going on to blog as often as the big guys.
In short, I’m moderately happy. While the stress is still prevalent, the depression subsided, and even though there are days I want to ignore this place, I still blog for the joy of it all.
I want to wish you all a happy, healthy, and safe 2019. We’re all getting older, but that doesn’t mean we have to slow down. Treat every day as a gift from God.
Today we say goodbye – and arguably, good riddance – to 2017 and welcome in the new year. Hopefully, it will be a year filled with joy, triumphs, and accomplishments for all of you.
For Me? Well, I’ll be happy if I can get my World of Tanks player rating (WN8) over 1200. Yeah, I’ll take the small victories.
I hope you all enjoy a happy and healthy 2018. The world is yours.
Goodbye 2016, hello 2017! I hope everyone has a happy, healthy, and terrific year. I’ll do my best to keep you entertained for another 365 days. (Barring days off for my honeymoon with Kate Winslet.)
2016 is upon us! It’s the Year of the Monkey, countless unimaginative superhero sequels, and the end of Barack Obama’s reign. It is also the year I finally get my dream date with Ronda Rousey. (I figured the head trauma she sustained in her last fight will weaken her defenses.)
I don’t usually do New Year’s resolutions, and since I lost a ton of weight this fall, I haven’t much use for the most popular soon-to-be-broken promise. I do, however, plan of keeping the blog alive and entertaining through 201 and beyond. I also plan to finish at least one – hopefully both – of my two books by year’s end. We’ll see.
I hope you guys have a happy and safe 2016, find love – or at least rent it – and win the lottery… before sharing a good chunk of it with your favorite blogger. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.
Now go back to sleep. That hangover isn’t going to fix itself.