Monday, July 18, 2005

Chocolate Martinis and Crashing Weddings

Okay, no post for awhile, but I was in training last week and it sorta sucked my will to live. I am calling Metro PD today and seeing if there is anything I can do to speed up the background check process. Training sucked badly, made more so by a horrible trainer with much more attitude than knowledge who seemed to have it out for yours truly. I guess she was mad that she was an unattractive, middle-aged trainer at a Missouri food stamp office and I was in the back row flirting with a cute blonde and obvious in my intent to leave this place as soon as possible. But I digress...

I'm not going to rehash the boring week I had, except for one part about going to SLU across the street and feeding the ducks and fish in the big pond near the gazebo. A friend and I did that on our lunch breaks, and while it was nice, it made going back to training all the more unbearable...

But anyway, Friday night Jen came over and we hung out. We sorta just took it easy. I fell asleep on the couch with her rubbing Cocoa Butter on my feet around 7:30 and never really regained consciousness until the morning. Nice.

Saturday Jen and I went to Courtesy Diner, then I took her to work. After that I rode to Farmer's Market, got my veggies and some cherries for Krystal, then I cleaned up and worked out. Later that night Brandon, Krystal, Jen and I all went to the Chocolate Bar. It was very hip on the inside, and they specialize in chocolate (duh), cheeses, wines, martinis, and beers. I drank a Chocolate Mexican Martini that had tequila in it and reminded me of airplane fuel. But by the time I finished it I loved it. We drank a lot and ate even more cheese - it was quite the evening. Kudos to Krystal on her first night out away from Zenora - she didn't freak out once (Krystal, that is).

On Sunday Jen and I went to Target and the Galleria. At the Galleria we saw Wedding Crashers - 7 out of 10, with most points going for outrageous humor and most points lost by a second half that meanders a bit much. Then later that evening I made dinner and my parents stop by on their way home for a party to pick up the Cardinals' Brick I've mentioned before.

Oh, the Cardinals swept Houston! Carpenter rocked the mound. The Cy Young Award should be a lock.

I watched a great program on PBS about the Newark, NJ mayoral election in 2002 that makes Karl Rove look like an alter boy... and I should now, I used to be one. Check it out at

Okay, that's it for today. I'll post more tomorrow or the next day. Something deep, maybe political. I feel like I'm not really living up to the Sociology title of this blog otherwise. Anywho...

Lilly says hi!!

Monday, July 11, 2005

Odd Todd and Other Things...

Hey all you Odd Todders! Leave a comment or two! I want to hear from you!

While last week this blog received the somewhat dubious distinction of being the Riverfront Times blog o' the week, this week I am much more proud to announce that I am the Sunday Blogger at!!!

If you haven't yet checked out OddTodd, you are missing out dearly. It's the first site I check when I get in to work on Monday. Seriously, go check it out. And while you are there, help support Rob MacNeal - there is a link on his page. Hell, here's one to make it even easier:

Okay, now that the props have been given out, here's what has been going on - er, that is, not much. I am in training this week and right now I am sitting in an empty training room, the first one here. After having to sit in the front row during the last training session I made a concentrated effort to get here first this time so I could sit in the back. Besides, that's where all the cool kids are, right?

Bastille Day was celebrated in Soulard, and it was a flop. For some reason they only partied on Friday night. So Jen, Melissa, Krystal, Brandon, and Myself walked to the Farmer's Market on Saturday to find it completely dead. It was a bummer, but Jen, Melissa and I went to 1860's Hard Shell and had a few drinks. Then we headed back to my place and watched a DVD of Triumph the Insult Comic Dog. It was the best DVD I saw this year... FOR ME TO POOP ON!!

Sunday we went all domestic and went shopping at Target. I got Lilly a bag of chicken basted bones, Jen a new remote, and nothing for myself...

I finished reading Catcher in the Rye Sunday. I hadn't read it in about four years, so I jumped into it Wednesday of last week. I forgot how immensely readable it is. A great thing about Catcher is how your perspective of the story changes as you grow a little older and come back to it. Go read it! Now!

Rockhead was caught, and was brought in alive. Kudos to the police, and to all the people out there who have helped to raise money for the family of the slain officer. If you would like to make a donation to the fallen firefighters and police of the St. Louis area, please visit this site:

They are legitimate, and they use there money to help the families, not on bumper stickers. Check them out!

Let's see, that's about it for an early Monday morning. Oh wait, I almost forgot! I got my brick in the mail! That is to say, the brick I ordered for my father to be put in the sidewalk of the new Busch Stadium. It has the StL Logo on it and says the following:

Thomas DeRousse
Father, Husband
Mentor, Friend

They send you one for your house as well... it's actually the size of two bricks. Pretty cool!

Cardinals are 11 1/2 games in the lead in the central going into the break. Go Cards!

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Lilly says hi!!

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Sitting in the Sun, Smiling at the Sky.

Wow, what a weekend. I had to take Tuesday off just to help recover from it all. It was a blast, let me tell you... so much so that I am actually just a little bit happy to be sitting here sipping weak coffee at my desk, just so I can get some rest.

Before I start, let me say that Officer William McEntee was killed in the line of duty last night by some scumbag named "Rockhead". My deepest sympathies go to Officer McEntee's family and friends. When they catch Rockhead I seriously hope he doesn't get the chance to make it to trial.

Vengence aside, here's how the weekend went - Saturday Jen, Lilly and I went to my parent's 240 acres on Mark Twain Lake with Krystal, Brandon, Mai-Ling, Nikka, and the baby Zenora. Mai-Ling and Nikka are dogs, so you know. We get there and right off the bat my mother has cooked enough food for an army. We eat, then we go to a bar-b-que. Standard 4th stuff, so I won't bore you, but when we got back we realized that we could see about four different firework shows from my parent's deck. We drank and watched them all.

The next day we went to the beach, ate and drank. More fireworks. Oh, and Tommy Boy was on TBS!

On the Fourth we all came home, and watched the fireworks downtown from my rooftop in Soulard. We had the best viewpoint possible, with no crowds, free beer, good friends, etc.

That's it. I may edit this post later to add more, but I am realllly tired and just want to put my head on my desk for about half the day...

Lilly says hi!

Friday, July 01, 2005

Baseball and Breastfeeding

"I love the smell of hops and barely in the morning...."
-AB Neighbor

Questions to ponder today while working in an empty office:

Why did the Cardinals get spanked by the Rockies?

Why did Albert Pujols get 2nd Place in the All-Star Voting?

As I was explaining to a coworker yesterday who came here from Yugoslavia, talking about the Cardinals is like talking about the weather - you can walk up to just about anyone in the city and start a conversation about the Cards and find common ground. I spent $360 to buy my dad a personalized brick on the sidewalk around the new stadium for father's day. It was worth every penny...

Of course, one of the best places to talk baseball is the Soulard Barber Shop. For $7.00 you get a haircut at a place frozen in time. It's the one right next to Farmer's Market... not only do you get a great haircut, but they trim the hair on your neck with a straight razor, and will give you a shave for $5.00. Their number is almost impossible to find, but it's 241-5106. Try it. It gets bust on Saturday morning due to the Market foot traffic, and I have never once seen a female there, but that's not always a bad thing. And remember to grab a number when you go inside - you can always tell the newbies when they go in and just sit down.

Not much going on in the personal sphere today, just cleaning and packing for the weekend. Mark Twain Lake is a great place, sorta like Lake of the Ozarks without all the tourists and tourists traps. I like looking at Lilly Dog knowing that she is clueless, in no way comprehending the fun that awaits her in 24 hrs... this is what happens when you don't have kids, people. Your parental instincts get diverted...

My knee feels a lot better, but there is something sorta.. Rattling inside it. But I guess as you grow older that stuff starts to happen. Huh.

I had a case the other day that was difficult, and while I can't really talk about it here, let me say this: If your husband / boyfriend / significant other is beating you, TELL SOMEONE. File complaints. Make it known - because if you don't, and you defend yourself later on, they will call you a liar to your face. 'Nuff said.

I'm against breastfeeding in public. Sue me. These "Lactavists" (ugh) always argue that they can't control when the baby will want to feed, and it's totally natural, and people who are against it are the ones with the problems. Well, I can't control when I have to piss, it's totally natural, and yet I still leave the room to do it. Which reminds me, I saw a homeless man whip it out on the sidewalk this morning in Grand Center and let it flow... very disturbing, right next to SLU with cars just driving by. Maybe he was a "Pissavist". Actually, it was right up the street from where someone carved "Big Dick Rob" in the sidewalk. But I'm pretty sure it wasn't him...

Lilly says hi!

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Pabstsicle Parties and Tuna Tacos

So Jen and I went to dinner last night in Collinsville and while eating several different people came up to us to say hi to her. But what they don't realize is that Jen doesn't really remember random people from her high-school days. Hell, I barely do and I'm not the one who had four strokes...

This happens a lot in Collinsville, as everyone there seems to know Jen and her story. But what struck me as odd last night was that one of the women who "introduced" herself made a point to mention almost immediately that her four-year old daughter standing with her had leukemia. Now, that's horrible, no question there. But I found it odd the way it was brought up, as if her mentality was along the lines of, "I know something horrible happened to you, here's what horrible that has happened to us." The girl looked very healthy, and was a little annoying before I knew her backstory.

After I got home I called Launa to see if she needed help moving the couch again (fingers crossed) and to find out if she had any fried green tomatoes left. Her, Kate, and Sarah were all laying in her bedroom drinking wine through straws. So I went over, got some wine and a straw, and we hung out for awhile. We talked about movies, friends, and a particularly heartwrenching case I had earlier in the day, and afterwards Launa and Kate introduced me to their new invention - The Pabstsicle.

Apparently these two girls have figured they want to make popsicles of Pabst Blue Ribbon and Cosmopolitans (quite the combo). They didn't have cash to get ingredients for the Cosmopop-itans or whatever they call them, but they sure could afford a can of PBR! I was given an ice tray full of frozen beer with toothpicks coming out of it. It was gross, though not quite as bad if you didn't chew the ice. I told them they should freeze little Hoosier-Prizes in the middle, like tickets to a tractor pull or something.

Then the girls made Tuna Tacos - Tuna, Mayo, something green, and pepper in a tortilla. In reality they made wraps, but they insisted on calling them Tuna Tacos, so whatever. Then we hung out some more, Kate and Sarah went home, and Launa came over so I could loan her my collection of old VHS movies - Ghost Workd, Big Chill, Planes Trains and Automobiles, Beautiful Girls, etc. Stuff I hadn't watched in awhile. Although Jen loves Beautiful Girls, and better than what I thought it would be - Rosie O'Donnel notwithstanding.

Lilly says hi!!!

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

A Bad Knee and Blog o' the Week...

Well, balls...

The Riverfront Times went and made me the Blog o' the Week. Great. So now if I lose a job or a girlfriend I'll know who to blame...

Okay, a few things that have happened since last time:

The neighbor didn't die. Instead, he is back home using a walker. Funny thing is that I felt sorry for him after seeing him with the walker... up until then I didn't give a damn. Go figure.

I've been bit by a dog, got a flat tire, and screwed up my knee. I also went swimming, drank too much beer, and got too much sun. Fun times!

got a new bone and promptly devoured it.

Okay, so details. On Saturday I went over to see Chris and Chrissy's new home. It's really nice, though way the hell out in West County. But after all the looking around and mindless, "Yeah, that's nice" chatter, we went to the pool and drank. It was a good time, but I got drunk on Fat Tire and laid out in the sun too long. I didn't burn, but I got sick later in the day.

After swimming Chris had me help him move some furniture, and his dog Valerie bit me in the knee. She's a little shit... and it's not the first time that dog has bit me. Then Chris actually wanted me to pet it to show the dog that everything was okay! Something like, "Hey, I know you just put three holes in my knee, but no hard feelings, okay?" I told him it would be best if I didn't touch the dog, for both our sakes...

Saturday Jen spent the night and I made a pizza from scratch. The crust was too thick and I used to much red curry paste in the sauce, but it was okay. I had bought some fresh mozzarella from Farmer's Market that morning and I realized something - I greatly prefer store-bought, prepackaged shredded mozzarella.

On Sunday, same old thing - Courtesy for breakfast, then Target. I bought some Fix a Flat for my tire that has had a screw in it for some time. It didn't work. But Firestone Tire downtown fixed it for about $17.00, which wasn't too bad. Anyway, we watched TV, laid out in the sun, and had a good time all in all.

Then came Monday night... I was helping Launa dumpster dive for a blue loveseat. I lifted it up, my right knee went out to the side, and POP! I was down in the alley in a heartbeat. I'm talking PAIN, knee pain that would not go away. Launa helped me back to my place, and I sucked it up, but damn...

So Tuesday I freaked thinking that I had tore my ACL or something. Fortunately it never swelled up, and after using a knee brace for awhile a majority of the pain went away. I guess I dodged another bullet, though I went back to the alleyway today and checked it for Kryptonite.

Krystal, Brandon, Zenora, Jen, and I are going to my parent's place on Mark Twain Lake this weekend, and I hate being all gimped out when I see my mom. Thankfully I should be fine by then. Too many times my mom has seen me with black eyes, fractures, stitches, etc. Sorry, Ma!

So on the Fourth of July I'm going to watch the fireworks from my rooftop in Soulard. We should be back in time...

Lilly says hi! Check out Odd Todd! And don't get me in trouble for all this stuff! Ugh....

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Life, Death, and Helping Friends Move.

Well, the neighbor didn't die. Hmmm. I wish I wasn't just a little disappointed, as it is making me seriously question the depths of my morality. I saw him walking in the backyard yesterday. He looked a little odd, but he looked odd before the hospital, so whatever. Oh well...

I spent last night moving my computer and setting up my workout bench, since there is no decent gym in Soulard to join. Afterwards I helped Launa move across the street - I am the Hunk that moves the Junk in Launa's Trunk. That's actually a lot funnier and much less disturbing when said during the actual moving process.

Oh, I watched some show last night about the Top 100 movie quotes, and The Godfather was well represented. I missed a lot of it, but the top three are apparently:

3. I coulda been a contender (I think that's the one, it was Brando for sure)
2. I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse. (Brando again!)
1. Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. (Good line, but GWTW is waaaay overrated)

I also went to lunch with a coworker yesterday... we went to India Rasoi in the CWE and talked about kids - her having a daughter, and me being eternally perplexed about the desire to have children. Rasoi is good, but Pryiaa in West County is the best Indian food around. House of India is garbage, and the idiots who vote it number one each year in the Riverfront Times are being blinded by location.

Lilly says hi!

P.S. - Pull Mulder off the mound for christsakes!! It was just not his day!!!