Here are the cabinents out ready for the rest of the flooring to be ripped out. This is really a slow process since I am being so lazy about it.

Eeeerie sky...

I took this a few weeks ago around 2100. It was right before a big storm that blew through here.

 

Meet Jack

Jack is the newest addition to the Obergas household. He is a 17 week old giant schnauzer that I got two weeks ago. Fitz is two years plus and as you can see Jack is almost as big as him. The difference between the two is that Jack is an American coated Schnauzer (softer less likely to loose hair in clumps), Fitz is a German coated schnauzer (more wiry coat and tends to loose hair more often.) The thing about it is that Jack will be about 30-40 lbs bigger than my first boy. More pictures to come...

 

A picture does not justice

 
This picture of the damage does what happened or how bad it was in person no justice.

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 

Cars and bikes

I was just coming back from vacation. I had left my car at work to get tires put on the car. The work on the car ended up not being done. I got dropped off at work to pick up the car and I was going to get some food. It was around 2015 and I though it was so nice out that I would put the top down on the car. I put the top down and was planning the rest of the night. I left work and got less than a mile away from work when it all happened and everything wen horribly wrong. I was behind an ice cream van. I had got behind him on Chattahoochee AVE and he was about ten car spots ahead of me. I saw nothing coming and looked left. I did not see anything on the road I was about to turn on so I looked back left towards on coming traffic and did not see anything. I looked back left and still nothing so I started my turn. Once I started my turn I looked back to oncoming traffic and that is when I saw a crotch rocket veer around from the side of the van. I had zero time to react. I saw the biker looking over his shoulder and coming at me so fast I had no time to react. I looked back to where the car was going to try and ensure that I was not going to run into anything else and before I could turn back around I was hit. I looked back around to see the biker coming to a halt without his bike and way away from where it all happened. I could not believe it just happened. My head dropped and from there everything went into slow motion. I ran over to the guy expecting him to be dead or non-responsive. I asked him if he was all right and then dialed 911. My worst fears have all come true.I hate bikers in Atlanta. Now, I am looking at a gentleman laying on the ground and he hit my car. This was the most scared I have ever been in my life. All the accident scenes I have rolled up on and helped out now it was my turn. I was involved in a car accident and I had to react. This was in the middle of a very busy road so I knew right away with 911 on the phone I needed to secure the scene to the best of my ability. Cars came flying at me over the hill an I had to stop them some way some how. I jumped in front the the man and started running towards the cars and flailing my arms. They had to hit me before anything else was going to happen to this man laying on the ground. The phone dropped 911 so I called K to get my camera and frantically tell her what happened. I told her where I was and that 911 was coming back on the phone and I had to go. 911 called back and was talking to me to go back to the accident victim and try to talk to him and ask him his name. That is the only thing I know about this gentleman. That is it. Now, I can hear the distant sirens. I told him that they where almost there. He removed his helmet on his own accord. He was dizzy and wanted his head propped up. I let him prop his own head up. I told him that he needed to be as still as possible. The sirens grew closer and closer and then the firetruck breached the hill. As soon as the firetruck breached the hill from the opposite direction the police car came from opposite direction. I walked away from the injured and went back to my car. I was still so nervous and still so worried about the guy. It is then that I started walking back to my car past him busted bike and noticing the bike leaking fluid. I followed the fluid trail to his shoe that had flown off his foot after hitting my car. The cops and now the paramedics are on the scene. They start tending to him and then come over to me. Asking me to go with them to the hospital to be treated. I told them I was fine nothing happened to me what so ever. That is when the paramedic looked at me and told me I was really lucky. He said that I could have been easily decapitated from the bike or his body that had been turned into a projectile. Around this time K arrived on the scene with my camera. I started documenting everything as much as possible. I wanted to be able to reconstruct the accident scene as much as possible. I was protecting myself. I will admit wrong when it is time to admit wrong but at no time was I wrong about this. I cannot believe this is all happening to me.

I hate following people to close... With a passion. I hate people not using a turn signal. I am as careful as I can be in Atlanta but people here are just so aggressive and dangerous.

Last night I could not sleep. I kept waking up with different news from different people about the accident.

One scenario a doctor came and told me that he had died, go back to sleep and then the cops show up at my house to tell me that the guy cannot walk the rest of his life.

I had numerous scenarios last night and all today. I feel so bad because I feel that I could have done something different to maybe avoid this. I have replayed the accident and the events leading up to it a million times over and over and over again in my head. To no avail. I could not have done anything different.