It is NOT in the genes!

I've been skulking around on this earth for damn near 45 years and have yet to find myself incarcerated, unless you count an hour spent in the Stone County Jail waiting for my Mother and Father to pick me up after getting caught with a bottle of Jack in the then dry county. That being said, I am at a loss to explain why, after much counciling about the proper way to conduct oneself, two of my brood have managed to spend time behind the iron bars of the local county jail. One was for petit theft and I am quite sure that the lesson was learned in that case. The other for losing control of her emotions and smackin the @#&! out of her boyfriend in front of a cop. I regret to say that the lesson here will, in all likelyhood, not be learned, and indeed, blame transposed to the other individual.
I suffer from the same lack of control, although for the most part, the transgressions are very few and far between. And none of my episodes have landed me in the pokey. When they do erupt, it is usually after an extensive barrage of stress and unrealistic deadlines are heaped upon me. In these cases, I usually know quite well in advance that I am becoming un-glued and take the proper steps to ward off a meltdown.
My only hope is that the experience of sitting in a iron-latticed cell will lead to an epiphany and the offender will take steps to gain more control over her emotions..... BUT...I'm not gonna hold my breath.

Greeting from perhaps the most humid and unhospitable place on earth. Nothing much has happened here lately, probably because it's too damn hot to do much of anything, besides *werk*. It seems that no matter what else is going on, I can count on werk sucking up my time. How I long for the olden days, when you ate what you grew or killed, drank what you brewed, and the vast majority of time was spent just trying to survive. There was no time to stick your nose into your neighbor's business, much less worry about the petty things that seem to occupy our thoughts today. Maybe I should move to Montana, brew my own beer, and concentrate on being a zero-net-add human. That means that I would only consume what I produce and produce only that which I consume. Jeez what a concept. Only drawback there is that my wife would probably revolt and return to the truly American way-of-life; Mass consumption.