Ingredients:
1 box of graham crackers
1 jar of marshmallow fluff
1 jar of Nutella
Glass of cold milk

Nutella

If you have never had Nutella, you’re missing out. It’s a very creamy, chocolately, and hazelnut-y. There are 50 hazelnuts in every 13 ounce jar. Nutella is great on toast or crackers, and a Nutella and banana sandwich can’t be beaten.

Marshmallow Fluff

Marshmallow fluff is also a great ingredient. It’s  a creamy marshmallow spread that’s a great replacement for jelly in a PB&J sandwich. (There’s a recipe on the back of this jar for marshmallow fluff brownies that I think I’m going to try.)

Graham Crackers

I don’t think this needs a description.  I watched an episode of Good Eats the other night about crackers. Alton Brown said that the creator of graham crackers (a Mr. Graham) created them as a food to keep people from lust. The original recipe called for wheat and water.

Step 1: Spread the fluff on a cracker.

Step 2: Spread the Nutella on another cracker.

Step 3: Combine crackers.

Step 4: Pour a glass of milk and enjoy.

Tips:

The Bathroom

There had been 4×4 white tiles on all of the walls, and 12 inch laminate tiles on the floor. The sink was old and run down, and the vanity barely supported itself. There had been a pedestal sink in the basement which was not being used. We tore out the old sink and replaced it with the pedestal. Then all of the tiles came down, along with the rotten and moldy walls we found behind the tiles. The cast iron tub, the sub-floor, and the ceiling were the only things to stay.

New tile went up in the shower area and on the floor. The studs were covered with wainscoting on the bottom half, plain plywood on the top, and separated with a chair rail. The top half of the wall was painted a dark green, and the bottom bright white. A white cabinet was hung above the toilet, and a white storage shelf was added to the room as well. The bathroom is only 5 feet by 5 feet. The bathtub takes up about two fifths of the room, so it was very cramped and tedious working in such a small space. After we finished all of the work, I was ready to give up on home renovations. So the next thing we did was design and build a pantry. (Since I started writing this, Michelle has decided to change some more things about the bathroom. I’ll post pictures once it’s completed again.)

The Kitchen

There was no storage in the kitchen for our food, so Michelle and I (with a lot of help from Dad) designed a pantry, and then built it. The pantry takes up one entire wall that was not being used in the “eat in” portion of the eat-in-kitchen. The pantry provides plenty of room for our dry food, overflow from the kitchen cabinets, as well as a broom closet. Once the work was done on the pantry, I decided to give up on home renovations. That’s when we started tearing apart our kitchen.

The counter tops consisted of 4×4 inch tiles. They looked okay, but were impossible to keep clean (and sanitary). The matching backsplash was never completed. The cabinets were original to the house, and were in good condition other than being greasy and an ugly color. Michelle took it upon herself to rip out the backsplash one day, and the next project was officially under way. We took off all of the cabinet doors, degreased them, sanded them, sanded them again, and then added two layers of primer and a couple layers of Sherwin Williams Duration Home paint. I highly suggest this line of paint. It’s environmentally friendly, and it’s incredibly easy to clean. Dirt and grease just wipe off with a damp cloth.

We threw away the old hardware from the cabinets because it looked like it came from a barn door, and replaced it with new hardware that matched the look we were going for. Michelle made a trip to Ikea with her family and purchased three pieces of oak butcher block counters. Dad and Mark came by one day, and as a team, we removed the old counters and installed the new ones.

New 1×2 inch slate tiles went up as a backsplash with an off white grout. It reminds me of brick, which I’ve always thought looked great in kitchens. My partner in (fighting) crime donated about 20 18 inch slate tiles. Home Depot only sold 12 inch slate tiles, so Michelle and I worked out a design that would incorporate the 18 and 12 inch tiles.

Dad and I began to pull up the laminate tiles that were on the kitchen floor, but found it easier to take out the plywood that the tiles were glued to. The original laminate floor was under the plywood. It was still sufficiently adhered to the floor, so we laid the slate floors directly on it. The spaces between the tiles was filled with a grey grout.

Michelle and I had seen an episode of Design on a Dime (HGTV) where they purchased a dishwasher for $15. Since then, she had been determined to pay not a dollar more on a dishwasher. One day, we were driving through town and saw a yard sale in front of a business. She said, “Turn around, there was a dishwasher.” We went back and left with a somewhat used dishwasher for $35. It was a little more than twice what was paid for on Design on a Dime, but it was still much cheaper than a new one.

Dad and I cut out a couple of cabinets, and I hooked it up to water supply a plumber had installed. The dishwasher did not have the drainage hose with it, so we had to purchase one. Unfortunately, Home Depot did not carry the specific connection, so I improvised. (And it worked.)

After all of that, I decided that we would take a break with the home renovations. Shortly thereafter, we started on the basement.

The Basement

The basement consisted of cement floors, and cinder block walls. No insulation, and no interior walls other than those that surrounded the staircase in the middle of the house. Dad and I studded half of the basement. We replaced the window that was in that half of the basement. The one that was there was broken. Michelle’s grandmother said that it had been that way as long as she could remember. We also installed two doors leading from the soon-to-be finished half to the non-finished half. Michelle and I insulated once the studding was finished, and put furring strips on the ceiling so we could later cover it with plywood. Dad and I did some electrical work to fix the lights, and made them function with a light switch. We then covered the walls and ceiling with plywood, and used 1×4s as molding around the room, doors, and window. We plan to stain the cement floor, though we haven’t decided on a color.

The new room in the basement includes a laundry area, and a place for all of my police crap.

The Pictures

There will be more to come, now that I’ve found the battery charger for my camera.

A close up of the backsplash above the stove.	A close up of the backsplash over the stove.	Backsplash and stove. The backsplash glows nicely due to the lights under the microwave.
We took the backsplash up to the top of the cabinets on the walls that did not have any.
A close up of the backsplash next to the new wall color.
New counter top, backsplash, and wall color.	The cross that was given to us at our wedding by Fr. Tim. It has interlocking rings on it. It’s proudly displayed above the sink and window.	This is one of my favorite shots of the kitchen. You can see the butcher block counter tops, the backsplash, the refinished cabinets, and the new hardware.
Above the window, I used some scrap pieces of the counter top (from the sink/stove cut outs) to make a valance.
	I love the colors and the irregularities in the backsplash. Some of the pieces were thicker than the others, and some much thinner. It gives it a nice depth.
		A wider angle of the kitchen showing almost all of the improvements.

In the picture below, you’ll notice that half of the trip to Tate City involves driving through another county.

We don’t have to respond to Tate City often. Since I’ve been with this department, I’ve only been there twice. Both times were regarding guns. We recently responded to Tate City when a man purposefully shot his brother in the arm.

The worse part about responding to Tate City, is that there is no cell phone or radio service there. On a good day, dispatch might be able to hear static when you try to speak on the radio. If you need help, too bad. Also, depending on how many are working at the time, when an officer responds to Tate City, it might leave the rest of the county to be covered by one officer.

I’m not complaining about Tate City. I’m just constantly amazed at how remote some places still are, and I wanted to share it. I grew up in Hiawassee and I never even knew where Tate City was. If you had told me about Tate City when I was working for Cobb County Police, I probably would have laughed and been in awe. Now, when I’m told I have to go to Tate City, I just cry a little inside.

From the article:

It took me three days to figure out that there was another side to the tape. That was not the only naive mistake that I made; I mistook the metal/normal switch on the Walkman for a genre-specific equaliser, but later I discovered that it was in fact used to switch between two different types of cassette.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/8117619.stm

Also, I was involved in a serious accident while at work yesterday. I hydroplaned and struck a stopped vehicle at 60 miles per hour. I’m incredibly sore, but no one was seriously injured. I’ll also write more about this incident and post pictures of the vehicle once I get approval from my department.

A self portrait from 2:00 am. I felt as tired as I look.

It’s nice though. I use to get terrible headaches everyday and I lived on migraine medicine. Since moving back to Hiawassee, I haven’t had any bad headaches. That either means that the headaches were stress induced, or the tumor that was causing them miraculously disappeared. It’s also been greet to be able to stop at home and eat with Michelle or stop at my parent’s house for coffee.

There are some drawbacks to moving back to Hiawassee though. I took a 50% pay cut. This blow was softened with a take home car, a county cell phone, and a free house (provided by Michelle’s grandmother, not the county). It’s also difficult to police in the town you grew up in. I’ve had to arrest a former classmate, and I know most people I pull over. If I don’t know the people I come across at work, then they either know me or my family. I’ll be talking to someone, and they’ll suddenly say, “Are you Stephen Smith’s son? He taught me algebra when I was in high school. He was the best teacher I ever had, and the best thing to happen to the school.” It’s hard to write a ticket to someone after they say something like that, but I manage anyway.

I responded to a report of an accident with injuries one afternoon. When I arrived, I found this Honda wrapped around a telephone poll. The teenage driver was miraculously not injured. The telephone poll snapped in half, and the top half came to rest feet from the car, still standing. It took the EMC hours to fix the problem.

On February 28th, I was dispatched to a call where a 24 year old male had fallen unconscious and stopped breathing. One of his friends, Friend 1, called 911. The other friend, Friend 2, started CPR. I had been at a coffee shop nearby when the call went out, so I arrived quickly. Typically, the fire department arrives at medical calls before the police do. They’re usually dispatched first, and they are usually on scene doing what they can do before I ever roll up. When I pulled into the subdivision, I heard the fire truck behind me. I pulled up to the house and Friend 1 ran outside. I took the stairs to the front door three at a time and ran in the house. The Friend 2 jumped up and ran to me, telling me what happened. I’m not sure what he said, because I immediately took his position on the floor next to his dying friend. His face was deep blue. I started with chest compressions. After 100 compressions, the man took a breath. At that time, the fire department came in with all of their medical equipment. I did 30 more compressions and he took another breath. The FD checked for a pulse and found one. He still wasn’t breathing well, so they began pumping air into him and monitoring his pulse.

I caught my breath and went to talk with Friend 1 and 2. They said that they hadn’t seen their friend in a couple of weeks. He came by the house today randomly. His lips were blue when they answered the door, and he asked for a cigarette. After he put the cigarette in his mouth, he passed out and the rest of his face turned blue. They said that he was a heavy drug user, but they weren’t sure if he was on anything at the time. While the FD started an IV, I searched his pockets, but didn’t find anything that would have killed him. I asked dispatch to have a detective call me, and I started searching his car for any clues.

The ambulance pulled up while I was searching the car and brought a stretcher to the stairs. I spoke with the detective and told him what was going on. He said he would notify the family, and asked that I call him if there were any major changes in his condition. By the time I finished speaking with the detective, I saw the paramedics wheeling the stretcher back to the ambulance, but there was noticeable lack of a body on it. I went back into the house and the dead guy was standing up, rubbing his chest and scratching his head. I went back outside and called the detective. Once I convinced the detective that I wasn’t joking, the fire captain came outside and told me that the guy was refusing to go to the hospital. Unfortunately, we can’t force someone to go to the hospital unless a doctor or judge orders it. The fire captain called Kennestone Hospital and spoke with a doctor while I went inside to talk to the no-longer-dead-guy.

He told me that he felt fine, and didn’t need to go to the hospital. We tried to explain to him that whatever he had taken that killed him was still in his system. When the medicine from the IV and whatever shots they gave him wore off, he would likely die again. He continued to assure us that he was fine and didn’t need to go to the hospital. The captain came in and said that the doctor said that he would order the committal. When faced with a three day committal, or a voluntary visit to the hospital, the no-longer-dead-guy chose to walk to the ambulance.

The fire captain told me that it was because of my effort with the CPR that the man lived. He later emailed my lieutenant, informing him of the work I did.

When I left the scene, one of the first thoughts I had was, “This would make a great Facebook status update.” So I updated my Facebook status to say, “Paul just brought someone back from the dead. CPR works wonders.”

Since then, I’ve had a great excuse for getting out of chores I don’t want to do. I simply hold out my hands and tell Michelle, “Honey, these hands give life. They don’t do dishes.” When she presses me further to do the dishes, I again hold out my hands as if in awe of them and say, “Honey, these hands give life. They can take life too.” She laughs at me and I end up doing the dishes anyway.

]]> http://amipow.com/2009/03/these-hands-give-life/feed/ 4 http://amipow.com/2009/02/the-tale-of-three-iphones/ http://amipow.com/2009/02/the-tale-of-three-iphones/#comments Wed, 11 Feb 2009 17:00:57 +0000 amipow http://amipow.com/?p=733 Michelle and I purchased our iPhones when Apple released the 3G model in July of ‘08. It is hands down, the best gadget I have ever owned. Shortly after the new year, I noticed that there was a stuck pixel on my iPhone’s screen. The pixel would always be the opposite color of whatever it was supposed to be. Shortly after I noticed that pixel, I noticed another that was stuck.

I called the nearest Apple store and made an appointment to meet with someone to discuss my pixel issue. The next day Michelle and I went to a very crowded Apple store and looked at all of the beautiful electronics until my name was called. I showed the Apple employee my phone and told him about the problems. He also pointed out some dust that had apparently gotten under the glass screen. He said he needed to talk to someone else about it, then went into the back room. A few minutes later he came back out with a small box. Inside that box was a brand new iPhone. He slid a piece of paper in front of me, and I initialed twice and signed twice. He then handed me my new phone and wished me a happy day. 

Michelle was a little annoyed that my phone was now newer  and shinier than hers, but I she got over it. I, too, quickly got over the excitement when the screen stopped responding the next day. I thought that maybe the phone was just frozen. (iPhones aren’t perfect, they freeze on occasion and have to be rebooted.) I pressed the sleep button on the top of the phone, and instead of the screen turning black, it turned white. I did a hard reset (turned it all of the way off, then let it reboot) and that seemed to fix the problem. Until the next day. Apparently it was a reoccurring problem, and no matter how many reboots I performed, the issue remained. At times I was even unable to turn the phone off. So I called Apple support. They suggested that I restore the phone to factory conditions to see if the problem still persisted. When I plugged the phone into my computer, iTunes did not recognize that anything was plugged in. After more troubleshooting with Apple support, I finally got the phone to be recognized and restored. 

As soon as the phone booted up, it locked up and turned white. Apple support determined that it was a hardware problem, and suggested I take it to an Apple store to have it replaced. So, I made another appointment at an Apple store to meet, once again, to have my phone replaced. Michelle and I arrived 15 minutes late for my appointment. If we had arrived one minute earlier, they would have seen me right then and there. Unfortunately, due to the high volume of traffic in the stores, I was placed on standby until a space opened up. We played with the computers for about 30 minutes until someone else missed an appointment. I handed the phone to an employee. He went into the back room and brought out another brand new iPhone. I initialed and signed twice more, and walked out of the store with another new phone.

This phone, fortunately, has not caused me any problems. Until I dropped it in a cup of coffee a week ago. I was sitting in the living room playing on the phone and drinking a cup of coffee (brewed with my Keurig coffee maker). Somehow, (no thanks to gravity) I dropped the phone into the coffee. It fell top end first into a half empty* cup. The music immediately stopped playing (I cussed profusely), but the screen did not seem affected. I quickly dried it off,  turned off the power, and took out the SIM card. I had been saving all of the silica gel beads I could find for just an occasion. I emptied the beads into a tupperware container and tossed in the phone. After a while I took the phone out and used a cotton swab to dry out the earphone jack and the SIM card slot as much as possible. Apple places a small piece of paper in the bottom of the earphone jack that is white, until it gets wet, at which point it turns red. This way when someone brings in a broken phone, they can look to see if it had been dropped in the toilet, or a cup of coffee. Amazingly, the water sensor was still white. Unfortunately, and unsurprisingly, the speaker was still not working. The phone went back into the silica gel beads while I scoured the internet for solutions. Most forums suggested using compressed air or a hair dryer. One person said he put his in the oven. Since I didn’t have any compressed air, and I didn’t want to bake my phone, I tried a hair dryer. 

The phone worked fine, other than the speaker issue. I couldn’t hear anybody on the phone, so I grabbed my bluetooth headset and went to work. After using the headset a couple of times to make and receive phone calls, the speaker miraculously began working again. 

And I lived happily ever after.

The picture above was slightly time consuming. There’s the large iPhone, which has this page displayed on it. The iPhone in the iPhone also has this page displayed, as well as the one inside of it (even if you can’t see it). The things I do to entertain myself…

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I switched my web site’s servers over the past couple of days. For the most part, everything went smoothly. Unfortunately, all of the photos that were in my posts are now gone. I’m not sure where or why they went, but they’re gone. I don’t intend to get them back. The ones that were hosted on other web sites are still intact, but mine are gone. The Photos page was unaffected because it’s just a portal to my Picasa pictures.

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Michelle and I went to Hiawassee for Christmas. It was the first time since I’ve started this job that I’ve had Christmas off. We love going to Hiawassee. We love it so much, that we’ve decided to move back at the end of March. We’re going to finish Michelle’s grandmother’s basement, and make it our home. The planned layout for the basement is pictured below. I used floorplanner.com to create it. The left side of the picture is the front of the house. That is the only wall of the basement that is underground. The basement is completely unfinished. The only walls are the cinderblock walls on the perimeter.

We plan on framing, insulating, dry walling, and carpeting. There’s only one bathroom in the house, and it’s upstairs. We’ll install a bathroom in the basement underneath the existing bathroom so we don’t have to do too much plumbing work. We may or may not put in a kitchen. We don’t plan on the basement being completely independent from the rest of the house, but it would be nice to have a small kitchen in case it was needed. The area in the diagram labeled “Storage” has no floor. It’s just dirt. Since we’ll be living on a farm, complete with vegetable gardens and fruit orchards, we’ll line that area with shelves for storing canned fruits and vegetables.

Click on the picture below for a larger view. Click here to take a 3D tour of the floor plan.

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I’ve always enjoyed a good cup of coffee. When I was little, my mom would make us what we called “coffee milk”. It was coffee, milk, and a lot of sugar over ice. Whether or not she knows it, my mother is responsible for my addiction to coffee. After high school I got a job at the Mystic Mountain Coffee House in Hiawassee. This only fueled my addiction. Not only was I introduced to a whole different world of coffee, but I learned how to prepare these coffees. 

Anytime I go into a store that has kitchen appliances, I always linger in the coffee maker aisle. I own a four cup coffee pot, a 12 cup coffee pot, an espresso maker, as well as an assortment of coffee presses. I’ve been intrigued by the single serve pod coffee makers. The idea of just popping in a pod, pressing a button, and having an instant cup of coffee seemed like a great idea. Unfortunately, the coffee makers and the pods were too expensive for my taste. Taste was another thing that I was worried about. How good would the coffee be? Would it be worth the cost-per-pod? I decided that I would put off on buying this new coffee toy. 

A couple of days ago I was at BJ’s Wholesale and saw a special edition Keurig. Not only was it discounted from its regular price, but it came with 88 pods. I did some research and found that Keurig makes a reusable pod. The regular pods are use-once-then-throw-away. The reusable one is basically a small filter that you use in place of the pod. The research (which was conducted on my iPhone) also revealed overwhelmingly positive reviews of the Keurig products. 

I’ve been very pleased with the purchase so far. The drinks have all been enjoyable, and it makes them incredibly fast. As soon as you hit the button, the drink begins pouring out. The water pump is a little loud, but bearable.

Michelle doesn’t drink coffee, but she was pleased that it came with tea pods and hot chocolate pods. 

When I knocked on the door, he came out and said, “It’s the stucco house on the corner!” I asked him what was going on, and he said that they were shooting fireworks, and we never do anything about it. He then said that if we didn’t do something to stop the fireworks (which were not going off at the time) that he was going to take a baseball bat to his neighbors.

I decided at this point that this man needed to go to jail. He had already made a threat in the presence of the 911 call taker on a recorded line, and he made a threat in front of three officers, who were all recording as well. We were standing on a porch that was about four feet wide. The man was about six feet tall and 300 pounds.

We then attempted to place him in handcuffs. He immediately said that he was claustrophobic and began resisting arrest. When a 300 pound man doesn’t want to move, he doesn’t move. During the process of arresting him (which took about five minutes) each of us had been thrown off of him. My parter ended up tearing his ACL in the process and is going to be at a desk for several months while he heals.

In the end, we were able to trip him and dog-pile on top of him. I charged him with two counts of terroristic threats (felonies), three counts of obstruction (felonies) and one count of aggravated battery (felony) for tearing my partner’s ACL. Aggravated battery on an officer carries a minimum of ten years in prison. This guy is going to jail for a long time, and all because of fireworks.

I later spoke with the neighbors and told them not to shoot fireworks anymore.

Arresting someone means a lot of paperwork. There was the arrest report, the warrant, the jail papers, the use of force report, and a report of injury report; plus, each of the other officers wrote supplemental reports. 

I clocked out at 4:00 am, after 14 hours of work.