Hello folks! I hope you are all having a great day so far. I have been doing excellent myself and what makes it even better is the warm weather. Well…as of right now it’s raining but the weather has been great. I have had the chance to grill a few times and if you know me, you know that I love to grill! With that said, I have decided to share a quick recipe with you. Now before I share it I have to say that the video that comes with this is somewhat choppy. I’m not sure why it’s this way but if you remember Max Headroom from either HBO or Cinemax then you’ll get the picture.
The video was hidden within my YouTube library. It’s a demo speech presentation that I had to record for my Oral Communications class about 4 or 5 years ago. I sound like a fool and overall it’s informative but funny so at least I’ll be able to make you laugh. I hope you enjoy the Infused Beer Brats as much as I do and happy grilling. Cheers!
Infused Beer Brats –
2 bottles of your favorite beer (I use Honey Brown)
Package of Brats (I use Johnsonville)
Half Onion (sliced)
Add all ingredients to a medium saucepan, bring to boil, and then cover and simmer for 20mins at low heat. After the 20mins, add brats to an already heated grill and cook to your liking. Enjoy!
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By Ricardo — 7 years ago
Hello all and Jabber Log is back with another story from the past. A funny story involving my brother, myself, and the State Police of Michigan. It was February of 1999 and I was getting out of school for the day. I had been debating on whether or not to bring my Tommy Hilfiger jacket with me or not and finally I decided I had enough crap to take home with me so I left it in my locker. I waited for my brother to get out of class and we got out of the parking lot and fast. For the past month or so I had been defying authority by parking in the teacher’s parking lot and I felt like I could get away with anything. With my cocky attitude I was just begging for Karma to kick me in the ass.
My brother Fernando (Nando for short) and I were cruising in my 1983 Z28 Camaro to South Haven so that I could get my senior pictures taken and we were enjoying ourselves. I had an excellent sound system in my car and I was bassing it all the way to our destination. The sounds of “F Da Police” by N.W.A. were blaring through my speakers and I turned to the left to see a state trooper pass by me going north. I didn’t care though, nothing could stop my good mood and I thought, “F Da Police” just like the song.
Well in my stupid teenage, not giving a crap mood, I failed to notice that the trooper had whipped around and was now on my ass. For whatever reason I sped up a little and looked over to tell Nando that we were going to get pulled over but he was passed out. I slowed down and I began to sweat, I mean really sweat. It was that kind of sweat that creates spots in unflattering areas. I was looked in the mirror and noticed a second trooper catching up to us. For a moment I thought they were heading to something else and then I about soiled myself when one of them pulled up next to me and they both hit their lights with the one next to me motioning to me to pull over. My attitude changed and I could barely breathe. I pulled over, shut my car off, and put my window down.
“How’s it going,” asked the trooper.
I could barley speak, “Um..alright I guess.”
“You know why I pulled you over?”
“Let me see your license and registration.”
I gasped and I swear my ass puckered when I flashed back and realized that I had left my stupid license in my Tommy jacket. I was sure I was screwed.
“I don’t have it…I left it in my other.”
“Get out of the car!”
I got out of the car and I held back my emotion. I was so scared and pissed that I wanted to cry like a fool. The trooper nudged me toward the back of my car as I dragged my feet.
“Get up against the car!”
“Did I stutter boy?”
Never in my life did I think I was going to be in this situation and I grit my teeth, placed my hands on the car and spread my legs.
“How old are you”, the trooper asked as he searched me.
“I’m 17 sir.”
“Yeah? Do you deal at all?”
“Why would you ask me that?”
“You fit the description of a drug dealer we’re looking for.”
I stood with no response as he pulled out my pager and cell phone.
“Hmm…you have a cell phone, a pager, and this nice car and you don’ t deal?”
“My parents have to keep track of me somehow and I work and get good grades man.”
“Uh huh, so if I search your car I won’t find anything right?”
Without missing a beat I blurted out, “Well it’s my dads car so if you find anything it belongs to him.”
The troopers laughed as I stood there trying to stop myself from wetting my man-shorts.
“So who’s that guy in the passenger seat and what’s wrong with him? Is he on drugs or something?”
“What? No sir, that’s my little brother he’s just tired.”
The trooper had me stay with the other one in back of my car and he tapped on the window. Nando didn’t move a muscle and after tapping the window a little harder he finally decided to open the door. Nando was so tired his ass fell out of the car and onto the road. I had not thought we could be screwed anymore than we already were until Nando fell out of the car. He looked cracked out, drunk, and his hair was mangled.
“Get up and go over there with your brother”, yelled the trooper.
Nando jumped up and ran toward me. “Oh my god dude what’s going on!?”
I shook my head and looked up into the sky. Lady Karma had arrived and it was time for me to get mine. The trooper had destroyed the inside of my car and I was freaking out. We were told to get back in the car and we did as we were told. We waited for the longest time and finally the trooper came up to give me a ticket for the tint on my windows. Apparently that was the real reason for pulling me over and since I did not have my license on me he could have arrested me for it. The trooper let us go and I was so happy. The following day I was a little pissed that I would have to take off my tint but was happy that if I did I would not have to pay the ticket.
Later that day I went to the eye doctor and I told him my story. Before I left his office he gave me the note pictured above. He told me to present it with my ticket and I would be rewarded. I went to the post and brought my father with me. When we got there the trooper who had pulled me over happened to be there and I turned in my ticket and showed my doctors note. He grit his teeth and I thought he was going to blow a gasket when he ripped it up in front of me. I couldn’t help but crack a smile as he gave me the look of death. I said thanks and walked off in a blaze of glory. I was pretty happy with myself since I had put it to the man.
Years later I look back at this incident and I think, “What the F was I thinking?” I could have gone to jail but when you’re that young you don’t care until it’s right in your face. What sweet irony this turned out to be since I now work for the man. Ha! I now understand why officers do what they do and if you had told me back then that I would be working for the police as an adult I would have told you, “F Da Police”.Post Views: 141
By Ricardo — 6 years ago
How many of you have gone out to a bar for a good time? How about with a group of friends? I’m sure we all have at one time or another but how many of those bar nights ended in chaos? Can you count those nights on one hand? Now, I’m not trying to judge anyone here and say that anyone drinks too much but what I’m getting at when I ask about chaos is the always popular bar fight. So let’s run through it, shall we? You start out good and everything is going great but by the time last call comes around, some people seem to be pissed off and ready to fight. So what do you do? Do you jump in or do you step back and let them go? I guess it all depends on the situation and I don’t think it’s funny for anyone to get hurt but sometimes…sometimes the story behind it all is too funny to resist writing about and laughing.
So let’s take a trip back in time. A time when social media was not king, a time when Nextel reigned supreme. It was back in the winter of 2001 when I worked for a small police department in Florida as a 9-1-1 dispatcher. I used to ride along all the time with one of the female officers. The town was small so not a lot went on but there was a small dance hall where Mexican dances were held every weekend. We went there all the time to break up fights but there was one incident that I will never forget. It was a Saturday night and we were called out to a disturbance. We were hauling butt to get there and when we pulled in the officer I was with got out to help with crowd control. I sat there as people ran out of the dance hall and at the end of the group was a security guard and someone bleeding from the nose. I had to chuckle a little at the chaos but what I saw and heard next made me laugh so hard I about peed myself.
In back of those two was another guy. He was walking by himself and seemed to pose no threat to the people ahead of him but out of the corner of my eye I saw another guard who ran out with a can of pepper spray and nailed the non-threatening man directly in the eyes. The guard then went to the guy ahead of him and sprayed him as well. I quickly put two and two together that the men that were hit were the ones who had been fighting, but why spray the guy that wasn’t doing anything at the time. I was confused as it happened but the man who was calm screamed out as his eyes burned out of his head. Picture a monk walking out of a building and being pepper sprayed. The man could only yell out in agony…and in Spanish.
“¿Por qué Dios! ¿Por qué”, or “Why God Why!”
I shouldn’t laugh but it was funny and a crazy sight. I mean, the guy wasn’t doing anything and he gets sprayed before the guy in front of him who was actually trying to pull away from security. And then to hear him yell out to God was the funniest thing but in Spanish it made it even more funny. The night definitely ended in chaos but the chaos was hilarious! Another incident that happened was more recent. It was the night I graduated, so it was about 3 weeks ago or so. My siblings and I had gone to a bar on the water with a couple of their friends called, “Old Man Franks”. The place was somewhat of a hole in the wall type bar but those are always the best right? It looked like something Captain Hook would be proud of and the people who were there fit right in. The night was pretty good but as time progressed some people were obviously on edge and upset. At one point I found myself playing the role of peace maker between a friend of mine and a group of ladies who were ready to cut him because they thought he was trying to cut in line at the pool table. Luckily they understood my broken Spanish and everything was good.
The end of the night was a bit different. As people enjoyed the last half hour of the bar being open, a couple of girls were talking smack to each other. There were two security guards there and one of them told them to take it outside. Around that time my party was ready to leave. I remember hearing the girls outside scrapping and one of the security guards ran passed us with a quickness. He had ninja like movements and we got out of his way. The guard pulled out his pepper spray and nailed both females and they began to scream! I swear I heard one of them yell,
I could be wrong though. I could have been just hearing things since I had a couple drinks but it was funny either way. Now as crazy as that sounds something worse happened. As I walked towards the parking lot I noticed that my brother was walking out of the bar. One of the girls who had been sprayed was walking back in and bumped into him. She pressed her face against his chest and began to cry. Now let’s think about this situation. I mean, what would you do? Would you push her off or awkwardly comfort her? Well my brother decided to be a gentleman and decided to comfort her. It was very brief and he moved on. What sucked was that since he had been sweating from being inside the hot bar, he needed to wipe his face off. Well he ended up wiping his face with his shirt and guess what was on it? Yep, you guessed it…
“What the $%#& is on my face!? It burns and…”
“Oh $h%^! I bet it’s the pepper spray from that girl man”, I responded.
“God, I can taste it!”
In the beginning it was funny but after we found out that my brother was feeling it too it sucked. Do you have any awesome stories of this nature? If you do I want to read them! In the end, fights are fun to watch but when the pepper spray comes out you better watch out. Sometimes the chaos ends with someone getting hurt and that’s never a laughing matter but sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they end up being hilarious and when added together, pepper spray and bar fights equal a winning combination.Post Views: 182
By Ricardo — 5 years ago
Good afternoon everyone! I am back again with another great episode from this weeks NENA conference in Lansing, Michigan. In this episode Mike of St. Joseph County Fire Dispatch in South Bend, Indiana, joined me along with Ron, Executive Director of Kent County Dispatch Authority and Nancy, Dispatch Operations Manager of St. Joseph County in Indiana. Episode 21 is jammed packed with useful information and a must listen. We touch on several dispatch stories as well as a mention of the Denise Amber Lee Foundation that Ron is a part of. One of the major points in this episode is a standardization of training for 9-1-1 professionals.
Episode topics –
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- How each guest was introduced to emergency services
- 9-1-1 standards
- How 9-1-1 is seen as a profession
- 9-1-1 stories
- Odd names such as “Cop Shop”, “Actin’ a Fool” and “Done Fell Out.”