Umbee's blog

Now that I have children of my own, the boy has just recently developed an interest in video games; I have increasingly become interested in what makes a Timmy become a Timmy. Mostly I dwell on this thought because I really don’t want my son to become one. But I am beginning to understand, much to my chagrin, that this may be utterly unavoidable. I make this statement after witnessing firsthand a loveable, well-mannered, respectful, kindhearted, and mellow little boy turn into a raging emotional madman when playing Frogger

Tuns out, now that the tapes and such have been reviewed, that the thing started out over a basketball game. Seems as though it got a bit heated, and tempers flared.  There were only about 25-30 inmates involved, and it was contained to the outside recreation yard.  All staff were and are safe and uninjured.  This is 100% due to the professionalism maintained during these types of situations. I have been here 4 years, and I can tell you now, this one made me pucker up pretty tight at first. That is one hell of a phone to get on a Friday evening.

So, I just got back from vacation, and then the shit hits the fan.  In case you haven't read my occupation to the left there, I work in a prison.  I actually wrote and cognitve behavior based reentry program, as well as manage its day to day operations.  I am real proud of the fact that I not only wrote the program but also that the OK Department of Corrections has recognized it as a strong reentry program.  Anyway, I was chilling out Friday evening at about 730 central time, and had just fired up the 360 for COD 2, when my phone rings.  It was my buddy Cameron.  Funny thing is, about 90% o

These were taken with a camera phone, so they arent all that clear: