I think it is a little funny how a job title will change how people look at you. Being a cop seems to bring a lot of extreme reactions. Sadly it seems so few take the job, or at least the people doing the job, seriously. Few even respect the job. There are the few people who respect the job, take the officers seriously and care. But it is hard to find. I guess going back to my home town for the holiday made me think about how far T-rex and I have come, and yet we still face some of the same issues we did in high school. Maybe that is just the effects of going back to a small town, or maybe that is just something that happens when we deal with the effects of his job. I don’t know. But it sure seems like the cop life is always going to be a part of our life. Like it is something we can never get away from as long as people know what T-rex does for a living. It also kind of seems like T-rex can’t get away from it. Nothing is as fun as watching him hit the dash looking for his lights until he remembers that he is in his personal car!
PS. I love you T-rex
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Should be charged!
T-rex was telling me of a few cases where parents were just being dumb. Sad part is half the time they don’t get into any trouble for their stupid actions, even if the actions put the kids in danger. I get a kick out of the mom who drops her young child off at the home of a wanted man. Then gets all upset because poor little Jonny had a gun pointed at him when the SWAT kicked in the door. Well, yeah that does suck goat balls lady but if you KNEW he was wanted, you KNEW he was a criminal then why in the world would you just drop your kid off?
Or the drunken lady who drives around town all pissed off at her husband, and she “forgets” to put her baby in the car seat. Oh she did get charged, but that didn’t stop the stupidness from keeping her children, with no parent classes.
The dad who helps his son get beer and condoms so he can be a “real man” at 16 years old. Only to have said son try and drive home after drinking too much and as far as I know not finding a good use for the condoms. Sure dad and son might have gotten charged, but who cares, the same lack of parenting is going to keep going on in that house.
Then there are the general stupid things, like letting you daughter out of the house dressed like that and then wonder why everyone calls her bad names. Or letting your underage child drive because you are too hung-over or drunk. I mean really people!
I always hated when people would say “everyone should take an IQ test before having children!” I know some very “blond” people who would make silly mistakes all their lives, but they are also the best parents ever! I know some very smart people who just can’t be parents, they would mess a child up so bad. But still there should be something, some kind of way to prevent children from having to have parents who are criminal in their raising.
I don’t question why parents who are trash tend to have kids who are trash, it makes me feel bad for the kids, but at some point the children need to make up their mind to not be like their parents. I am sure it is hard, but I know my own parents looked at their own crappy parents and said “Um NOT me!” They changed the family tree so to say, they learned from the parents total mess ups and picked to be better, to do better. It can be done, and at some point you can’t say it was your parents fault.
**None of the "cases" listed above are ones that T-rex worked, or that happened here, however some could be just like the cases listed above ;) ***
That was me covering my butt just so ya know.
Or the drunken lady who drives around town all pissed off at her husband, and she “forgets” to put her baby in the car seat. Oh she did get charged, but that didn’t stop the stupidness from keeping her children, with no parent classes.
The dad who helps his son get beer and condoms so he can be a “real man” at 16 years old. Only to have said son try and drive home after drinking too much and as far as I know not finding a good use for the condoms. Sure dad and son might have gotten charged, but who cares, the same lack of parenting is going to keep going on in that house.
Then there are the general stupid things, like letting you daughter out of the house dressed like that and then wonder why everyone calls her bad names. Or letting your underage child drive because you are too hung-over or drunk. I mean really people!
I always hated when people would say “everyone should take an IQ test before having children!” I know some very “blond” people who would make silly mistakes all their lives, but they are also the best parents ever! I know some very smart people who just can’t be parents, they would mess a child up so bad. But still there should be something, some kind of way to prevent children from having to have parents who are criminal in their raising.
I don’t question why parents who are trash tend to have kids who are trash, it makes me feel bad for the kids, but at some point the children need to make up their mind to not be like their parents. I am sure it is hard, but I know my own parents looked at their own crappy parents and said “Um NOT me!” They changed the family tree so to say, they learned from the parents total mess ups and picked to be better, to do better. It can be done, and at some point you can’t say it was your parents fault.
**None of the "cases" listed above are ones that T-rex worked, or that happened here, however some could be just like the cases listed above ;) ***
That was me covering my butt just so ya know.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Emergency!
So, T-rex has had a few strange calls to go out too. Mostly I find the “cow out” calls to be funny! He doesn’t work dispatch so he does not have to deal with that kind of crazy call! Thank Goodness because I have heard people calling in for some very stupid things! One that sticks in my mind is a woman calling because the fast food place would not give her what she wanted (I don’t think it was burger King BTW.)
Well today we had our own little emergency. Rae ran out of Gummy snacks! You know the little fruit flavored colored squishy things. They come in all kinds of different shapes. We like dinosaurs and Dora, I like the bears (something about biting a bear head off is very satisfying) they taste like junk but Rae will only eat gummies! One time I sent T-rex to the store to get gummies and he came home with the gummy lifesavers. Rae was just fine with this but they are known as Squishy snacks.
Today we had to run to the store just for her snacks. I don’t promote junk food, but we do have some snacks around the house for afterschool or when Rae has to sit still for her sisters’ projects. I know that I cave too much. But if you had seen how devastated she was you too would have ran out to get the silly little snacks. It was as if she just lost her best friend, the world was ending, and there was a fire! I felt so bad. Once we got to the store she ran right to where they are and picked out some Curious George ones. I approve. She got to hold them all the way to the check out and the gal who checked us out was so smart, she asked Rae for them and then gave them right back. It was great. And well worth it.
However, it did get me thinking about the things people care about too much. For us it is Gummies. We put too much stock in colored squishy stuff. There is the guy who came into my work and got all pissy because of pickles. You know the little green thing you can PICK off your food. I really wondered if his parents cut up his food for him until he was 16. Then there is the other gal who orders the most complicated drink ever and yet no matter how much I mess it up she thanks me and drinks it with a smile. Yeah we know what we like, but most people can just move on deal with it. T-rex also deals with this stuff all the time. There was a guy who made T-rex write a damage report on something to that costs less than $2.00 to replace. It was old and worn out anyway but because some punk kids were being punk kids T-rex has to deal with some old guy who can’t seem to just let stuff go. Or the people T-rex pulls over, so far most of them have said “Thank you” after getting their ticket. But still the look of “how can you give ME a ticket” gives T-rex a laugh.
I know I am not immune to the issue of silly things being important. I still have MY blanket, and I freak out whenever T-rex sits on it. Lilly can’t have her food touch, and Dino loves Ramen. T-rex even has his little things that matter, and if it does not go right there is a little meltdown. But I don’t think any of us will be silly enough to freak out so much that we call the cops or go off on an employee doing their job. Then again, people are crazy.
Well today we had our own little emergency. Rae ran out of Gummy snacks! You know the little fruit flavored colored squishy things. They come in all kinds of different shapes. We like dinosaurs and Dora, I like the bears (something about biting a bear head off is very satisfying) they taste like junk but Rae will only eat gummies! One time I sent T-rex to the store to get gummies and he came home with the gummy lifesavers. Rae was just fine with this but they are known as Squishy snacks.
Today we had to run to the store just for her snacks. I don’t promote junk food, but we do have some snacks around the house for afterschool or when Rae has to sit still for her sisters’ projects. I know that I cave too much. But if you had seen how devastated she was you too would have ran out to get the silly little snacks. It was as if she just lost her best friend, the world was ending, and there was a fire! I felt so bad. Once we got to the store she ran right to where they are and picked out some Curious George ones. I approve. She got to hold them all the way to the check out and the gal who checked us out was so smart, she asked Rae for them and then gave them right back. It was great. And well worth it.
However, it did get me thinking about the things people care about too much. For us it is Gummies. We put too much stock in colored squishy stuff. There is the guy who came into my work and got all pissy because of pickles. You know the little green thing you can PICK off your food. I really wondered if his parents cut up his food for him until he was 16. Then there is the other gal who orders the most complicated drink ever and yet no matter how much I mess it up she thanks me and drinks it with a smile. Yeah we know what we like, but most people can just move on deal with it. T-rex also deals with this stuff all the time. There was a guy who made T-rex write a damage report on something to that costs less than $2.00 to replace. It was old and worn out anyway but because some punk kids were being punk kids T-rex has to deal with some old guy who can’t seem to just let stuff go. Or the people T-rex pulls over, so far most of them have said “Thank you” after getting their ticket. But still the look of “how can you give ME a ticket” gives T-rex a laugh.
I know I am not immune to the issue of silly things being important. I still have MY blanket, and I freak out whenever T-rex sits on it. Lilly can’t have her food touch, and Dino loves Ramen. T-rex even has his little things that matter, and if it does not go right there is a little meltdown. But I don’t think any of us will be silly enough to freak out so much that we call the cops or go off on an employee doing their job. Then again, people are crazy.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
recap
So, things are just going along. Nothing to exciting going on around here, other than a sleep deprived T-rex asking if we had to pay anything to check books out at the Library. That was kind of funny. But people do and say silly things when they have not had a lot of sleep.
Talking about sleep, we are getting a new bed! In all the years we have been married (7) we have never gotten a new bed! It has always been a hand me down from someone who had their bed for 40+ years and they NEEDED a new one, well being young and poor we NEEDED any bed! We went downtown today after I got off work and found one we just love! It will be much better than this waterbed frame with a used waterbed mattress (It’s a “real mattress” just made to fit in a waterbed). It will come after the first of the year, and we will pay for it then, so it is going to be our “new thing for the new year” like I did as a kid!
Work has been kicking my butt! I hate to say this but I am a big baby. When get busy and I still get a little overwhelmed. Then there are the teenagers who stand there and look at me getting busy and still do nothing. Or the girl who I nearly slapped in the face! Ugh. I asked her to drop more fries for me (I even said please!) she said “I just dropped some”. I said “I know please put more down I will need them” and what do you know, I end up having to wait on fries because this punk kid would not do anything and I was busy running my butt off, oh to top it off the whole time she was standing there looking at the oil. This is just a small portion of what I deal with at work. I thought it was going to be better than dealing with 6 year olds all day, I was wrong. They listen about the same. I just know that if I acted like that when I was in high school working at fast food place my dad would have come into the store and pulled me out by my ears. You don’t bring shame to your family like that.
But then again I look back on my High school years and yeah I may have been working at work, and I may have always helped the customer by my coworkers hated me. I was bossy and mean, and well they still annoyed me. I guess it is good to know that I have grown up a little, but not too much. I would hate to act all grownupish!
The kids are doing okay, they like that I am working. But they are also acting out a lot more than normal right now. Mostly Rae, I think she is having a hard time with me not being home as much. But she is home with daddy and we have been able to avoid getting a babysitter or daycare so far. I don’t think we will have to get a sitter too much if at all. But T-rex’s job still comes first and I don’t want to miss my work just because he gets a call out.
I missed the Christmas program the kids put on at church, which kind of made me sad. Not because I really wanted to go. I am sure that if I were home I would have tried to get out of it. But I guess I got sad not being able to go. T-rex said he really liked getting to go he often times has to miss the little plays or programs the kids put on because of work. I think that him being home with the kids more and not being able to take on all the extra little jobs is going to be nice. Still there is that chance that he is going to get a call out when I am at work and we will have to deal with that. I don’t want to lose my job because of his, yet I know that his is way more important to the family and to him than mine is to me. I don’t know I guess I am feeling a little guilt about not being able to be there for everything in my kids’ lives. Yet I know it will not kill them, and it might even be good for all of us.
Well just some thoughts going around in my head right now. Nothing too big to report. OH! I got a C in my Spanish class, and I am not upset about this at all! But I did have a dream I only got 2 points on my last big paper for Social inequality, which was upsetting. Grades are not going to be posted for another week, I hope I don’t have any more bad dreams.
Talking about sleep, we are getting a new bed! In all the years we have been married (7) we have never gotten a new bed! It has always been a hand me down from someone who had their bed for 40+ years and they NEEDED a new one, well being young and poor we NEEDED any bed! We went downtown today after I got off work and found one we just love! It will be much better than this waterbed frame with a used waterbed mattress (It’s a “real mattress” just made to fit in a waterbed). It will come after the first of the year, and we will pay for it then, so it is going to be our “new thing for the new year” like I did as a kid!
Work has been kicking my butt! I hate to say this but I am a big baby. When get busy and I still get a little overwhelmed. Then there are the teenagers who stand there and look at me getting busy and still do nothing. Or the girl who I nearly slapped in the face! Ugh. I asked her to drop more fries for me (I even said please!) she said “I just dropped some”. I said “I know please put more down I will need them” and what do you know, I end up having to wait on fries because this punk kid would not do anything and I was busy running my butt off, oh to top it off the whole time she was standing there looking at the oil. This is just a small portion of what I deal with at work. I thought it was going to be better than dealing with 6 year olds all day, I was wrong. They listen about the same. I just know that if I acted like that when I was in high school working at fast food place my dad would have come into the store and pulled me out by my ears. You don’t bring shame to your family like that.
But then again I look back on my High school years and yeah I may have been working at work, and I may have always helped the customer by my coworkers hated me. I was bossy and mean, and well they still annoyed me. I guess it is good to know that I have grown up a little, but not too much. I would hate to act all grownupish!
The kids are doing okay, they like that I am working. But they are also acting out a lot more than normal right now. Mostly Rae, I think she is having a hard time with me not being home as much. But she is home with daddy and we have been able to avoid getting a babysitter or daycare so far. I don’t think we will have to get a sitter too much if at all. But T-rex’s job still comes first and I don’t want to miss my work just because he gets a call out.
I missed the Christmas program the kids put on at church, which kind of made me sad. Not because I really wanted to go. I am sure that if I were home I would have tried to get out of it. But I guess I got sad not being able to go. T-rex said he really liked getting to go he often times has to miss the little plays or programs the kids put on because of work. I think that him being home with the kids more and not being able to take on all the extra little jobs is going to be nice. Still there is that chance that he is going to get a call out when I am at work and we will have to deal with that. I don’t want to lose my job because of his, yet I know that his is way more important to the family and to him than mine is to me. I don’t know I guess I am feeling a little guilt about not being able to be there for everything in my kids’ lives. Yet I know it will not kill them, and it might even be good for all of us.
Well just some thoughts going around in my head right now. Nothing too big to report. OH! I got a C in my Spanish class, and I am not upset about this at all! But I did have a dream I only got 2 points on my last big paper for Social inequality, which was upsetting. Grades are not going to be posted for another week, I hope I don’t have any more bad dreams.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Why I hate Christmas/ There is no Santa!
(I am sure I am going to get some degree of hate mail for this, and a fair amount of “you’re wrong Yellow”)
The thoughts of a Christian. . . .
I grew up not celebrating Christmas or Halloween. All other holidays were fair game, and Thanksgiving was my Mothers Favorite, followed closely by Easter (which was a chocolate collection never to be topped). It was not really a religious thing; I grew up going to the Nazarene church or a Baptist Church from time to time. So we were outcasts around Christmas. I didn’t like it and I thought my Parents were just mean for too many years. For that I am sorry, because now as I am older and wiser (or so I like to think) I agree with my parents 100%
So before you call me a mean nasty Grinch who hates happy times let me explain. And as for the “gifts” many years we would a new thing for the New Year, and at some point near High School we started to celebrate Hanukkah in honor of my Mom’s side of the family. Gifts for Hanukkah are little things like Chocolate, and money.
Okay so why do I hate Christmas? So many reasons! Let’s start with the reason my parents gave me as a child, well most of the time they gave me this reason. . .
Jeremiah 10:1-5 "Hear ye the word which the LORD speaketh unto you, O house of Israel: "Thus saith the LORD, Learn not the way of the heathen, and be not dismayed at the signs of heaven; for the heathen are dismayed at them. For the customs of the people are vain: For one cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe. They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers that it move not. They are upright as the palm tree, but speak not: They must needs be borne, because they cannot go. Be not afraid of them; for they cannot do evil, neither also is it in them to do good."
Okay let’s look at that first. It says not to take a tree from the forest. Lilly tried to tell me that our tree came from the store so it’s not the same thing. I hope most people are smarter than my smart 6 year old and can gather that it is still the same thing. Next it says not to deck it with gold and silver, hum. . . what color are most of your ornaments? What about the fact that we are still decorating it look all nice? (BTW I do love looking at the trees, they are pretty). What about not nailing it down so it cannot move? Yep they even make fancy little stands for the real trees, and all the fake tress I have ever seen come with a fancy little stand thing.
To be fair all of this is talking about not making an idol out of a tree. So many Christians say it is not that big of a deal. But, then why do it? And isn’t putting gifts under something or at the feet of something kind of like worshipping it? If it is not then really forgoing the Christmas tree should not be that big of a deal.
***For some reason it seems to me that versus is kind of like God’s warning to us all, and the writers of the time were all like “What in the world is God talking about, why would anyone do something so silly” so they downplayed it. But God was all like “trust me they will come up with a reason to make this normal and okay, heck they will even do this silly thing in my name, making all the worse.” So the little thing got stuck in the bible and the people back then thought it was crazy, after all only a heathen or loon would go pick a tree to decorate it and put gifts under it. *** (I have a fun imagination)
The next big thing my parents would say to me was ‘If this is to be Jesus birthday then why are YOU getting presents?” Well as a kid I never did have a comeback for that other than, because Jesus wants us to be happy. And I am still sure that God wants us all to be happy and have nice things, but if we are going to really Celebrate this holiday as Jesus birthday then we really should not be worried about getting gifts, I mean it’s like saying to Dino “It is your birthday so we are going to take all your friends out to the pool.”
Now people say it is about Giving, yeah I don’t really get into that. Not at least for the young kids who are only really worried about what they are GETTING. Never have I heard kids around 6 years old tell Santa what they want to give. Rather, we go around and ask for stuff, make lists, and tell some fake dude what we want. It’s wrong.
Which bring me to my two second issues, first it’s about the Greed. I am sure that some adults can forgo the greed of “I WANT” for the holiday, and some really do think about what they are getting other people, but for the most part it is just about greed. I think greedy people are nasty. I don’t care if people say “oh they are only kids” kids cannot learn to not be greedy if we always ask them what they want, let them tell strangers what they want, and then get what they want. Also it is not just the kids! I have seen too many adults who are greedy around this time of year, now sure there is typically some giving going on, almost always someone is shopping for someone else, but there is still a lot of greed and guilt going on there. People shop for others more out of obligation around this time of year than just because; in fact some people never shop for others unless it is a young person’s birthday or Christmas.
Then there is the whole “Santa” Thing. Why is it okay to lie to children for the sake of the “holiday spirit” Which as far as I know the bible only talks about the Holy Spirit, but eh. Year’s later children find out that Santa is not real, and then there is some drama to deal with. Sure most take it easy, but I also hear too many stories of kids getting upset. Well I would be upset if my parents lied to me too. So in that end there is NO Santa in my house, my children 6, 5, 3 all know that there is no real Santa, no magic little people making gifts all night, no flying reindeer. We also have no tooth fairy, no Easter bunny, and so on.
Then there is always the fact that Christmas started out as a way for the church to gain more membership, or at least not upset the status quo by using Pagan holidays. Not that I am saying Pagan holidays are evil (that may be one area I will never be a “good Christian” in; I don’t think different is bad). I am just saying that is what it was. FACT. And the “Good Christians” who say it is about Jesus are misinformed at best, and stubborn or greedy at worst. Saying it’s not like the Pagans because you are trying to Celebrate the birth of Christ is like me saying I am not doing anything wrong just because I am in a crack house, checking out the crack, and hanging out with crack heads an drug dealers. Um, sure. I can call an orange an apple all I want; it will still be an orange.
There is always the argument that people don’t know when Jesus was born, because there is no real date in the bible (Sheppards out with their sheep can happen in the dead of winter?!) It is just natural that the Celebration takes place around the time of other holidays. Um, yeah does not really fit, not if one were to be true to the holiday.
So I don’t get this celebration. The facts of the holiday do not mesh up with what Christians say about the holiday. In many ways it seems to be going against the word of God, at the very least it is currently against the spirit of God.
So as my 3 year old told the girl at McDonalds today “Santa is not real, and I am good all the times”. That is how it should be, or at least I think so. Yet I sit here to type this out next to our tree, with gifts wrapped nicely under, and a stack of Christmas cards to go out as soon as I get to the post office. It just seems to be the most hypocritical holiday ever, and I am not really into the lies or greed. BTW all three of the girls are not getting what they want but something I know they will like and enjoy; something that is fun, something that says it is a party after all!
PS: Oh Dad are you going to get lights up this year? Ha ha ha! Yeah me neither!
*also, don't you ever wonder why suicides are the highest around this time of year? Yes, the lack of light plays a part, but there is also the guilt that seems to come with holidays, and the feeling of being alone.
The thoughts of a Christian. . . .
I grew up not celebrating Christmas or Halloween. All other holidays were fair game, and Thanksgiving was my Mothers Favorite, followed closely by Easter (which was a chocolate collection never to be topped). It was not really a religious thing; I grew up going to the Nazarene church or a Baptist Church from time to time. So we were outcasts around Christmas. I didn’t like it and I thought my Parents were just mean for too many years. For that I am sorry, because now as I am older and wiser (or so I like to think) I agree with my parents 100%
So before you call me a mean nasty Grinch who hates happy times let me explain. And as for the “gifts” many years we would a new thing for the New Year, and at some point near High School we started to celebrate Hanukkah in honor of my Mom’s side of the family. Gifts for Hanukkah are little things like Chocolate, and money.
Okay so why do I hate Christmas? So many reasons! Let’s start with the reason my parents gave me as a child, well most of the time they gave me this reason. . .
Jeremiah 10:1-5 "Hear ye the word which the LORD speaketh unto you, O house of Israel: "Thus saith the LORD, Learn not the way of the heathen, and be not dismayed at the signs of heaven; for the heathen are dismayed at them. For the customs of the people are vain: For one cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe. They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers that it move not. They are upright as the palm tree, but speak not: They must needs be borne, because they cannot go. Be not afraid of them; for they cannot do evil, neither also is it in them to do good."
Okay let’s look at that first. It says not to take a tree from the forest. Lilly tried to tell me that our tree came from the store so it’s not the same thing. I hope most people are smarter than my smart 6 year old and can gather that it is still the same thing. Next it says not to deck it with gold and silver, hum. . . what color are most of your ornaments? What about the fact that we are still decorating it look all nice? (BTW I do love looking at the trees, they are pretty). What about not nailing it down so it cannot move? Yep they even make fancy little stands for the real trees, and all the fake tress I have ever seen come with a fancy little stand thing.
To be fair all of this is talking about not making an idol out of a tree. So many Christians say it is not that big of a deal. But, then why do it? And isn’t putting gifts under something or at the feet of something kind of like worshipping it? If it is not then really forgoing the Christmas tree should not be that big of a deal.
***For some reason it seems to me that versus is kind of like God’s warning to us all, and the writers of the time were all like “What in the world is God talking about, why would anyone do something so silly” so they downplayed it. But God was all like “trust me they will come up with a reason to make this normal and okay, heck they will even do this silly thing in my name, making all the worse.” So the little thing got stuck in the bible and the people back then thought it was crazy, after all only a heathen or loon would go pick a tree to decorate it and put gifts under it. *** (I have a fun imagination)
The next big thing my parents would say to me was ‘If this is to be Jesus birthday then why are YOU getting presents?” Well as a kid I never did have a comeback for that other than, because Jesus wants us to be happy. And I am still sure that God wants us all to be happy and have nice things, but if we are going to really Celebrate this holiday as Jesus birthday then we really should not be worried about getting gifts, I mean it’s like saying to Dino “It is your birthday so we are going to take all your friends out to the pool.”
Now people say it is about Giving, yeah I don’t really get into that. Not at least for the young kids who are only really worried about what they are GETTING. Never have I heard kids around 6 years old tell Santa what they want to give. Rather, we go around and ask for stuff, make lists, and tell some fake dude what we want. It’s wrong.
Which bring me to my two second issues, first it’s about the Greed. I am sure that some adults can forgo the greed of “I WANT” for the holiday, and some really do think about what they are getting other people, but for the most part it is just about greed. I think greedy people are nasty. I don’t care if people say “oh they are only kids” kids cannot learn to not be greedy if we always ask them what they want, let them tell strangers what they want, and then get what they want. Also it is not just the kids! I have seen too many adults who are greedy around this time of year, now sure there is typically some giving going on, almost always someone is shopping for someone else, but there is still a lot of greed and guilt going on there. People shop for others more out of obligation around this time of year than just because; in fact some people never shop for others unless it is a young person’s birthday or Christmas.
Then there is the whole “Santa” Thing. Why is it okay to lie to children for the sake of the “holiday spirit” Which as far as I know the bible only talks about the Holy Spirit, but eh. Year’s later children find out that Santa is not real, and then there is some drama to deal with. Sure most take it easy, but I also hear too many stories of kids getting upset. Well I would be upset if my parents lied to me too. So in that end there is NO Santa in my house, my children 6, 5, 3 all know that there is no real Santa, no magic little people making gifts all night, no flying reindeer. We also have no tooth fairy, no Easter bunny, and so on.
Then there is always the fact that Christmas started out as a way for the church to gain more membership, or at least not upset the status quo by using Pagan holidays. Not that I am saying Pagan holidays are evil (that may be one area I will never be a “good Christian” in; I don’t think different is bad). I am just saying that is what it was. FACT. And the “Good Christians” who say it is about Jesus are misinformed at best, and stubborn or greedy at worst. Saying it’s not like the Pagans because you are trying to Celebrate the birth of Christ is like me saying I am not doing anything wrong just because I am in a crack house, checking out the crack, and hanging out with crack heads an drug dealers. Um, sure. I can call an orange an apple all I want; it will still be an orange.
There is always the argument that people don’t know when Jesus was born, because there is no real date in the bible (Sheppards out with their sheep can happen in the dead of winter?!) It is just natural that the Celebration takes place around the time of other holidays. Um, yeah does not really fit, not if one were to be true to the holiday.
So I don’t get this celebration. The facts of the holiday do not mesh up with what Christians say about the holiday. In many ways it seems to be going against the word of God, at the very least it is currently against the spirit of God.
So as my 3 year old told the girl at McDonalds today “Santa is not real, and I am good all the times”. That is how it should be, or at least I think so. Yet I sit here to type this out next to our tree, with gifts wrapped nicely under, and a stack of Christmas cards to go out as soon as I get to the post office. It just seems to be the most hypocritical holiday ever, and I am not really into the lies or greed. BTW all three of the girls are not getting what they want but something I know they will like and enjoy; something that is fun, something that says it is a party after all!
PS: Oh Dad are you going to get lights up this year? Ha ha ha! Yeah me neither!
*also, don't you ever wonder why suicides are the highest around this time of year? Yes, the lack of light plays a part, but there is also the guilt that seems to come with holidays, and the feeling of being alone.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
I am DONE!
I just got all my finals done! I am so happy that stress is done with for about a month or so. My last semester of college starts January 10th. Well I hope it is my last semester, but there is a good chance I am going to go for my masters in a few years. But I am going to take a few years off. This has kicked my butt.
This semester has been the worst yet, with a lot of last minute test taking, and reports written at the very last minute. Adding work into the mix sure did mess up my last minute system. Next semester I am adding an extra class so I can be done. I hope that I am able to keep up on my work. Spanish should not be too bad now that I am getting some of it. The grammar part still does not click, but hey it does not click for me in English either.
So today I am off to sell back my books, then I work for like ever, and before I even get home T-rex is going to work for the P.D. at some grant rate pay! His pay is great when he gets to do that. All just in time for the holidays! I hope that I have some time off around Christmas, but if not at least when I get home from work I can spend time with the kids or clean the house and not write some report about how people are only deviant because we say they are. Yeah some deep thinking going on (Not really).
Here is to letting my brain go dead for a few weeks! Hope that everyone is having a great time with the holiday stuff. Should be a fun year around here.
This semester has been the worst yet, with a lot of last minute test taking, and reports written at the very last minute. Adding work into the mix sure did mess up my last minute system. Next semester I am adding an extra class so I can be done. I hope that I am able to keep up on my work. Spanish should not be too bad now that I am getting some of it. The grammar part still does not click, but hey it does not click for me in English either.
So today I am off to sell back my books, then I work for like ever, and before I even get home T-rex is going to work for the P.D. at some grant rate pay! His pay is great when he gets to do that. All just in time for the holidays! I hope that I have some time off around Christmas, but if not at least when I get home from work I can spend time with the kids or clean the house and not write some report about how people are only deviant because we say they are. Yeah some deep thinking going on (Not really).
Here is to letting my brain go dead for a few weeks! Hope that everyone is having a great time with the holiday stuff. Should be a fun year around here.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
So, this is what it is like
Wow, never have a laughed so hard at something so stupid!
I was all excided to get to have dinner with T-rex. The kids were going to be at youth group, I was off work (in what seemed like the first day in forever, even if it was only two days), and T-rex was going to be on the road on a Wednesday night, so not too busy. I called him to let him know to be at subway around 5 and we could grab a bite to eat.
He was late, I was getting sad thinking he was going to “stand me up.” Even if it is work related it doesn’t feel any better to not have him around. I still get sad that we can’t make real plans, even if I know he is working. I deal with it and move on. He called and was able to make it out just a little late. As soon as he gets there I ask if he is going to get a call out as soon as we sit down. He gave me a nasty look, knocked on wood, and said he sure hoped not!
But then things took a comic turn for the worst.
Drunk old guy: “Hey are you sheriff?”
T-rex: “Yes I am.”
Drunk old guy : “well, I am too drunk to ride my bike back home, P.D. Officer will give me a ride sometimes.”
T-rex: “Yeah, do you have any I.D. on you?”
Drunk old Guy: “Yeah, I aren’t no terrorist. I own the house even. I just am too drunk to ride home, I am old my body isn’t so good.”
T-rex: “what’s the address and your date of birth?”
Drunk old guy: “March 5th 1743 I mean 1942 no 1949”
ME: “hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha” (sad look at T-rex)
T-rex: “Go sit down right there I am going run this and we will get ya home.”
Drunk Old Guy: “Yeah my body aren’t too good”
Me: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” (laughing at T-rex) “Can I get some money? I will just bring your food home.”
T-rex: (hands me some money, gives me a dirty look and then gets on the radio) “Dispatch this is 123, . . . . . .” (Cop talk follows. I don’t)
T-rex got the drunken guys bike put in his truck and was off. I was still laughing my butt off. I cannot do this drunken guy justice. He was far too funny! Rubber bands on his pants, dirty cloths, a book bag full of God knows what, and a gruff unshaven face complete the drunken look. I guess T-rex didn’t knock on wood soon enough. Or it was just a sign I should not get all happy about a date!
I still think T-rex should have written him a ticket for public intoxication. But, as T-rex said “At least the guy didn’t end up a stain on the road that I would have to deal with later, I would rather do this.” Well I would rather people don’t get so drunk that they can’t ride a bike home! I mean really Old Drunk guy you were able to make it out to get something to eat.
I was all excided to get to have dinner with T-rex. The kids were going to be at youth group, I was off work (in what seemed like the first day in forever, even if it was only two days), and T-rex was going to be on the road on a Wednesday night, so not too busy. I called him to let him know to be at subway around 5 and we could grab a bite to eat.
He was late, I was getting sad thinking he was going to “stand me up.” Even if it is work related it doesn’t feel any better to not have him around. I still get sad that we can’t make real plans, even if I know he is working. I deal with it and move on. He called and was able to make it out just a little late. As soon as he gets there I ask if he is going to get a call out as soon as we sit down. He gave me a nasty look, knocked on wood, and said he sure hoped not!
But then things took a comic turn for the worst.
Drunk old guy: “Hey are you sheriff?”
T-rex: “Yes I am.”
Drunk old guy : “well, I am too drunk to ride my bike back home, P.D. Officer will give me a ride sometimes.”
T-rex: “Yeah, do you have any I.D. on you?”
Drunk old Guy: “Yeah, I aren’t no terrorist. I own the house even. I just am too drunk to ride home, I am old my body isn’t so good.”
T-rex: “what’s the address and your date of birth?”
Drunk old guy: “March 5th 1743 I mean 1942 no 1949”
ME: “hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha” (sad look at T-rex)
T-rex: “Go sit down right there I am going run this and we will get ya home.”
Drunk Old Guy: “Yeah my body aren’t too good”
Me: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” (laughing at T-rex) “Can I get some money? I will just bring your food home.”
T-rex: (hands me some money, gives me a dirty look and then gets on the radio) “Dispatch this is 123, . . . . . .” (Cop talk follows. I don’t)
T-rex got the drunken guys bike put in his truck and was off. I was still laughing my butt off. I cannot do this drunken guy justice. He was far too funny! Rubber bands on his pants, dirty cloths, a book bag full of God knows what, and a gruff unshaven face complete the drunken look. I guess T-rex didn’t knock on wood soon enough. Or it was just a sign I should not get all happy about a date!
I still think T-rex should have written him a ticket for public intoxication. But, as T-rex said “At least the guy didn’t end up a stain on the road that I would have to deal with later, I would rather do this.” Well I would rather people don’t get so drunk that they can’t ride a bike home! I mean really Old Drunk guy you were able to make it out to get something to eat.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
People are Crazy!
Well it is true, people are crazy.
My family is no exception, but I hear it skips a generation. . .my parents are normal . . .I am screwed.
But please tell me if I ever get as bad as one of the customers I dealt with last night!
Customer makes some crazy sandwich order, add this don’t put that on it etc. . .
ME: “Okay if everything looks correct on the screen please pull around.”
COG (Crazy Old Guy): “What’s that nugget things? I didn’t order no chicken! Just two fries and my senior coffee!” (There were NO nuggests on the order, just the two chicken sandwiches he had ordered)
ME: “Um okay? What were the two sandwiches you ordered?”
COG: “NONE!”
Me: “Okay if everything is now correct please pull around.”
COG gets to the window pays, I then hand out his food and he asks. . .
COG: “DO you have my SANDWICHES?!”
ME: “No, I tried to ask what they were at the screen. What can I add on here for you?”
COG: repeats the SAME sandwiches I had to take off the order just moments before.
ME: “Okay that will be x.xx”
COG: “WHAT? I have to pay for them?! “
ME: “Yes, and we are busy with orders that are behind you, they ordered at the SCREEN, so after you pay please pull forward and we will bring that out too you just as soon as we can! : )”
COG was not happy with this new development. But the drunkenness in his voice made me not really care. However, it was in that moment that I had a GREAT idea! You see I think all the cops should work undercover at the local fast food places, one Friday night and I bet you can write at least 30 tickets for random things like no seatbelts, 20 or so for open container, and a good 15 or more for pot smokers.
Until then I think I will just sit back and enjoy the show that is society. And hope that if I ever get that crazy people put me in a home, a nice one with locks on the doors.
My family is no exception, but I hear it skips a generation. . .my parents are normal . . .I am screwed.
But please tell me if I ever get as bad as one of the customers I dealt with last night!
Customer makes some crazy sandwich order, add this don’t put that on it etc. . .
ME: “Okay if everything looks correct on the screen please pull around.”
COG (Crazy Old Guy): “What’s that nugget things? I didn’t order no chicken! Just two fries and my senior coffee!” (There were NO nuggests on the order, just the two chicken sandwiches he had ordered)
ME: “Um okay? What were the two sandwiches you ordered?”
COG: “NONE!”
Me: “Okay if everything is now correct please pull around.”
COG gets to the window pays, I then hand out his food and he asks. . .
COG: “DO you have my SANDWICHES?!”
ME: “No, I tried to ask what they were at the screen. What can I add on here for you?”
COG: repeats the SAME sandwiches I had to take off the order just moments before.
ME: “Okay that will be x.xx”
COG: “WHAT? I have to pay for them?! “
ME: “Yes, and we are busy with orders that are behind you, they ordered at the SCREEN, so after you pay please pull forward and we will bring that out too you just as soon as we can! : )”
COG was not happy with this new development. But the drunkenness in his voice made me not really care. However, it was in that moment that I had a GREAT idea! You see I think all the cops should work undercover at the local fast food places, one Friday night and I bet you can write at least 30 tickets for random things like no seatbelts, 20 or so for open container, and a good 15 or more for pot smokers.
Until then I think I will just sit back and enjoy the show that is society. And hope that if I ever get that crazy people put me in a home, a nice one with locks on the doors.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Yet another new first. . . .
I wanted to write something funny, something entertaining, maybe even something educational. I have even put pen to paper, or fingers to keys, in an attempt to write out what has been going on in a way that would, you know, not suck. The 13 pages of words I have saved in a folder called “BAD DON’T POST!” Do not do my thoughts justice.
This past week T-rex saw his first dead body. There it is said it is out there! But as it is his first dead body it is my first time being the support. And in many ways I feel like I get the short end of the stick here. He is now “one of the guys” well more “one of the guys”. In many ways it is just one more thing that they guys deal with that makes them more of a secret club. It is one more thing that they hold in common, that they can all relate too. It does nothing but furthers my alienation from society. (As if being married to a cop was not bad enough!)
He has a team of people telling him what might happen to him, how to deal with it, and what things to look out for. I have my little self-help books and sociology background. Mostly I am alone. Even other police wives have little advice other than to follow his lead, don’t push him to talk about it, listen when he wants to talk. I am new to this too. And I am sure that the changes this will bring in my life are nothing compared to what T-rex is going to have to deal with, there still are changes in my life because of this. I am now here to deal with whatever fall out there maybe.
Truth be told, I think that T-rex is going to deal with things very well, all things considered. This was not just a normal looking body, but as I have gathered one that was not in a state for an open casket or anything. I am sure that has to take some toll on him. I am grateful I have not had to see this. But then again T-rex is a fan of the gory movies, and I think in part he has desensitized himself to gore and death. And although he says the smell might get to him I think his gas has prepared him for that too! But there is no real training a wife can take to prepare herself for the changes a husband goes through when being a cop. Everything has changed, and keeps changing. I worry sometimes that he will become cynical like so many do, or that he will see the world as full of cops and criminals. I have hope that he will not, I know that he is a strong caring man, and that he understands that there is good in the world, but it is getting harder and harder to see.
The day after dealing with the dead body T-rex had to work a petty property damage case. He was conflicted, or at least sounded that way, and as any wife would tell you what a man says and feels are not always what a woman hears and thinks. But he made a note of saying that it was dumb, this guy could replace the property for under $20.00 and yet was all upset about it. T-rex could not find the empathy when all he could think about was how quick life could end. On the good side he did say he found greater joy in the small things like Rae coming down to sleep with him (even if she was to get him up) the hugs of a 5 year old brought a great big smile to his face. I guess that is good for we all often forget how quick life can change.
For me I just sit back and hope to not see any signs of stress from T-rex. I hope that he does not get angry, or gain what I call the “Jerk disorder.” There are a million books out there that will tell me how this might affect him, but none can really say how this might affect me. I know now and for the rest of my life that my husband has had to see something that I would not be able to handle. And not only has he had to see it but he has had to come home to his family and children and not be able to talk much about it, has had to deal with it on his own, and has to get up and keep going each day. I can do nothing but worry how this will affect him later in life. I cannot help the new worry.
So it’s not funny, entertaining, or even really educational. But it is what I am dealing with right now. It is what is going on with the cop’s wife. In many ways it is why this blog is here. I don’t want other wives to go around thinking it’s odd that they are upset their husband had to deal with something nasty. I am affected by some of the things that go on at his work. He does not try to bring it home, but if it is going to have an effect on him it will have an effect on me.
This past week T-rex saw his first dead body. There it is said it is out there! But as it is his first dead body it is my first time being the support. And in many ways I feel like I get the short end of the stick here. He is now “one of the guys” well more “one of the guys”. In many ways it is just one more thing that they guys deal with that makes them more of a secret club. It is one more thing that they hold in common, that they can all relate too. It does nothing but furthers my alienation from society. (As if being married to a cop was not bad enough!)
He has a team of people telling him what might happen to him, how to deal with it, and what things to look out for. I have my little self-help books and sociology background. Mostly I am alone. Even other police wives have little advice other than to follow his lead, don’t push him to talk about it, listen when he wants to talk. I am new to this too. And I am sure that the changes this will bring in my life are nothing compared to what T-rex is going to have to deal with, there still are changes in my life because of this. I am now here to deal with whatever fall out there maybe.
Truth be told, I think that T-rex is going to deal with things very well, all things considered. This was not just a normal looking body, but as I have gathered one that was not in a state for an open casket or anything. I am sure that has to take some toll on him. I am grateful I have not had to see this. But then again T-rex is a fan of the gory movies, and I think in part he has desensitized himself to gore and death. And although he says the smell might get to him I think his gas has prepared him for that too! But there is no real training a wife can take to prepare herself for the changes a husband goes through when being a cop. Everything has changed, and keeps changing. I worry sometimes that he will become cynical like so many do, or that he will see the world as full of cops and criminals. I have hope that he will not, I know that he is a strong caring man, and that he understands that there is good in the world, but it is getting harder and harder to see.
The day after dealing with the dead body T-rex had to work a petty property damage case. He was conflicted, or at least sounded that way, and as any wife would tell you what a man says and feels are not always what a woman hears and thinks. But he made a note of saying that it was dumb, this guy could replace the property for under $20.00 and yet was all upset about it. T-rex could not find the empathy when all he could think about was how quick life could end. On the good side he did say he found greater joy in the small things like Rae coming down to sleep with him (even if she was to get him up) the hugs of a 5 year old brought a great big smile to his face. I guess that is good for we all often forget how quick life can change.
For me I just sit back and hope to not see any signs of stress from T-rex. I hope that he does not get angry, or gain what I call the “Jerk disorder.” There are a million books out there that will tell me how this might affect him, but none can really say how this might affect me. I know now and for the rest of my life that my husband has had to see something that I would not be able to handle. And not only has he had to see it but he has had to come home to his family and children and not be able to talk much about it, has had to deal with it on his own, and has to get up and keep going each day. I can do nothing but worry how this will affect him later in life. I cannot help the new worry.
So it’s not funny, entertaining, or even really educational. But it is what I am dealing with right now. It is what is going on with the cop’s wife. In many ways it is why this blog is here. I don’t want other wives to go around thinking it’s odd that they are upset their husband had to deal with something nasty. I am affected by some of the things that go on at his work. He does not try to bring it home, but if it is going to have an effect on him it will have an effect on me.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Work
Today was my first day working outside of my house in over 3 years. Now I cannot say with a straight face that it is a “real job” I am working Fast Food when T-rex is home with the kids, but it is something to get me out of the house and maybe a little shoe money! I worked at the same chain store in a different town when in High School so I was sure I would be able to get things down fairly fast. I was surprised.
First I have learned that in general people do not get any smarter, old people do not get any faster and mean people still breed.
But that aside, I had a great time. I picked up a lot of the stuff fairly fast, although there is still a lot I still need to learn. Like all the new drinks, and there are a few other things that have changed over the years. T-rex was kind to point out to me that I don’t know everything and I should not act like I do on the first day. Well that was nice, he forgot to point out that there is that mean nasty person working at every place, and that my pee would no longer be mine to control but the clock that moved ever so slow on the first day!
And even though part of me wants to scream “I am better than this!” I know that right now finding a place that will work around T-rex’s crazy hours, my children, and my schooling is important if I want to work, and I do want to work! I want a few hours where I am not thinking about my husband and kids! I am sure that sound selfish and like I am a bad mom, but ya know what. . .I don’t care! After 6+ years of working only for the family, or not working, of giving up everything for my kids and my husband I want something MINE. I am not mad or resentful that I have given up working where I want, going to school how I want, living where I want and so on. I know that it is the right thing to do and it makes me VERY happy that I have been able to stay home, but I want shoe money! Okay I really just want a conversation about something other than 6 year heart breaks and 5 year olds snot! So I am working at a silly fast food joint for shoe money, me time, and maybe to relive some of my High School days?! I noticed that today. . I worked there in High School, then I graduated, got married, had my first child, and became a mostly stay at home all within a year.
So oh well! I don’t care. That was the second thing I noticed today. I am not going to be the peon, I am not looking for a promotion, I am not going to bust my butt for this job like I did before, I am not going to give a darn what the others think about me, and I am going to go in to do my time, enjoy no children (although I have found that my children are smarter than some of the masses!), and get my pay twice a month and go get some shoes or something LOL!
I also noticed that I might not be well liked because of who T-rex is. . Oh well! I don’t care. I am not there to nark on the pot heads or underage drinkers. That’s the cops’ job and truth is I just don’t care! I am just going to put in my time, and have fun :)
First I have learned that in general people do not get any smarter, old people do not get any faster and mean people still breed.
But that aside, I had a great time. I picked up a lot of the stuff fairly fast, although there is still a lot I still need to learn. Like all the new drinks, and there are a few other things that have changed over the years. T-rex was kind to point out to me that I don’t know everything and I should not act like I do on the first day. Well that was nice, he forgot to point out that there is that mean nasty person working at every place, and that my pee would no longer be mine to control but the clock that moved ever so slow on the first day!
And even though part of me wants to scream “I am better than this!” I know that right now finding a place that will work around T-rex’s crazy hours, my children, and my schooling is important if I want to work, and I do want to work! I want a few hours where I am not thinking about my husband and kids! I am sure that sound selfish and like I am a bad mom, but ya know what. . .I don’t care! After 6+ years of working only for the family, or not working, of giving up everything for my kids and my husband I want something MINE. I am not mad or resentful that I have given up working where I want, going to school how I want, living where I want and so on. I know that it is the right thing to do and it makes me VERY happy that I have been able to stay home, but I want shoe money! Okay I really just want a conversation about something other than 6 year heart breaks and 5 year olds snot! So I am working at a silly fast food joint for shoe money, me time, and maybe to relive some of my High School days?! I noticed that today. . I worked there in High School, then I graduated, got married, had my first child, and became a mostly stay at home all within a year.
So oh well! I don’t care. That was the second thing I noticed today. I am not going to be the peon, I am not looking for a promotion, I am not going to bust my butt for this job like I did before, I am not going to give a darn what the others think about me, and I am going to go in to do my time, enjoy no children (although I have found that my children are smarter than some of the masses!), and get my pay twice a month and go get some shoes or something LOL!
I also noticed that I might not be well liked because of who T-rex is. . Oh well! I don’t care. I am not there to nark on the pot heads or underage drinkers. That’s the cops’ job and truth is I just don’t care! I am just going to put in my time, and have fun :)
Monday, November 29, 2010
Holidays and Home work? I would rather someone get drunk.
I feel like I just came back from some very strange vacation. Only on this vacation there was a lot of work, or rather a lot of trying to get out of work.
Holidays! Oh yes that is where it started, the mad dash between home and family, the running around trying not to tick anyone off and yet failing to be in a million places at once, it starts with T-rex working. It ends with T-rex working!
Then off to write papers for classes for college for a degree in something for work. . ahh one day work! Two more papers, a unit of Spanish and 3 or 4 tests to take, then I am done until early January!
Right after all the papers are written guess what comes up? HOLIDAYS! Yippy, another mad dash to please people, only this one T-rex has off. I am sure I will have it off too. . Oh yeah did I forget to tell you? I got a job! I am just working at some fast food joint here in town, but with the young kids and the husbands crazy hours it seemed like the best idea, and because I still have a year more of schooling! I go in for training or something on Wednesday, so I am looking forward to that, not the whole working part, not the whole fast food part, but the whole "I-get-out-of-the-house" part. I mean that part is going to be GREAT!!!!
so where was I? Oh, yeah, Holidays! T-rex gets Christmas off this year, which is great. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday with the husband!! But then to make up for his lazy Christmas self, he gets the joy of working New Years Eve, which is a FRIDAY this year. .. . Which is code for "going to be a pain in the butt" I don't feel that bad for him!
You see when I was VERY pregnant with Lilly, T-rex, Mr "snores when is awake", had a part for his 21st birthday, a very drunken party and I could not get drunk, so I got to see sober how drunks act. . . I got to see sober how my husband acts drunk . .I wish this on no woman, and although it was the only time I ever saw him drunk (if I was sober or not) I hope he pays for it for the rest of his life. (Or at least a few more times so I have something good to write about. . .shhh!)
Well, as you can tell things are busy and I should be doing homework or writing a paper or something, but I have two days before anything is due so I am going to look up more Fringe on Hulu and just chill out for the rest of the day.
Holidays! Oh yes that is where it started, the mad dash between home and family, the running around trying not to tick anyone off and yet failing to be in a million places at once, it starts with T-rex working. It ends with T-rex working!
Then off to write papers for classes for college for a degree in something for work. . ahh one day work! Two more papers, a unit of Spanish and 3 or 4 tests to take, then I am done until early January!
Right after all the papers are written guess what comes up? HOLIDAYS! Yippy, another mad dash to please people, only this one T-rex has off. I am sure I will have it off too. . Oh yeah did I forget to tell you? I got a job! I am just working at some fast food joint here in town, but with the young kids and the husbands crazy hours it seemed like the best idea, and because I still have a year more of schooling! I go in for training or something on Wednesday, so I am looking forward to that, not the whole working part, not the whole fast food part, but the whole "I-get-out-of-the-house" part. I mean that part is going to be GREAT!!!!
so where was I? Oh, yeah, Holidays! T-rex gets Christmas off this year, which is great. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday with the husband!! But then to make up for his lazy Christmas self, he gets the joy of working New Years Eve, which is a FRIDAY this year. .. . Which is code for "going to be a pain in the butt" I don't feel that bad for him!
You see when I was VERY pregnant with Lilly, T-rex, Mr "snores when is awake", had a part for his 21st birthday, a very drunken party and I could not get drunk, so I got to see sober how drunks act. . . I got to see sober how my husband acts drunk . .I wish this on no woman, and although it was the only time I ever saw him drunk (if I was sober or not) I hope he pays for it for the rest of his life. (Or at least a few more times so I have something good to write about. . .shhh!)
Well, as you can tell things are busy and I should be doing homework or writing a paper or something, but I have two days before anything is due so I am going to look up more Fringe on Hulu and just chill out for the rest of the day.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
The cooking is the easy part!
I have come to accept that T-rex will not get to be home for every any holiday. But I still have my way of doing things and I like them that way. For instance on Thanksgiving my side of the family all gets together. It is our one big holiday and it means a lot to me and my mom. Christmas is T-rex’s side of the family, although because of his working we have had to stay home a few years, we always make a trip up to see them shortly after.
Well this year T-rex is working Thanksgiving. This makes me sad because I love Thanksgiving. But this was not going to kill me, we were going to have thanksgiving at my house and T-rex can swing in for something to eat when/if he is not busy. Sounds easy enough right? I get my family, my kids get Grammy and Papa, I even invited T-rex side of the family over, but they are all going to Oklahoma.
Well then my sisters let everyone know that they are going to their husbands sides of the family for Thanksgiving, but we might be able to get together Saturday. I was a little upset that they pulled out of “my Thanksgiving” my parents were still going to be here so I thought it would be okay, we will make it work.
Then I had to do the right thing and tell my parents not to come. Not because they didn’t want to come, but because I know they wanted to be home to feed the people who don’t have family, who don’t have the money for a great dinner, and who can’t have a great holiday like I have been blessed with nearly every year.
So, it was going to be me and the kids, alone, on the best holiday of the year! I cried, I am not going to lie, I cried a lot. I wanted my sisters, my parents, my husband all here to eat great food! We always get caviar for thanksgiving (thankful we can get it once year, and thankful it is only once a year we are silly enough to spend that much money on fish eggs, and mind you this is like grocery store brand caviar!), I didn’t want to eat it alone, we always write a “thankful for list” and read it around the table, I didn’t want to read alone. I wanted MY holiday back!
T-rex said I should go see my mom and dad for Thanksgiving and help out around the church where they are doing the dinner, so I told them I would. But I felt so guilty about leaving T-rex here. I know he is going to be working, but whenever there is something big going on I am the one at home holding down the fort. It felt like I was abandoning him because I want my mommy. Yep I felt about 7 years old.
So to make up for it I made T-rex a whole Thanksgiving dinner Monday. Or that was the plan. But you see like all great plans T-rex got a call to go out with the S.O.G. to do something (kick bad guy butt). I get a few hours notice that he will be gone, and then NOTHING else, I never even know when he is going to be home.
I cried again. I called my mom and cried (she said she could not understand me, which is code for Stop whining at me and get your big girl pants on). I know he cannot control the bad guys, I know he is going to have to deal with call outs, and as such I am going to have to deal with call outs, but I mean really?! They had to do it when I was going to cook a great big meal for him? It was around 4 when I decided I was going to have Thanksgiving dinner at home like I planed even if he was gone.
So that is what I did. Well, okay, I had a lot of help form Rae, Lilly, and Dino. The girls worked on cleaning the house, making hand turkeys, and they even did a “thankful for” list with me. Dinner was going to be late, as I didn’t make anything all day, started late, and was doing all the cooking alone. But it was done around 7, just a few minutes after T-rex got home.
I had my big family meal, complete with caviar, and it was great! I didn’t burn anything, we have a lot of food, most of it my mom had gotten for us, and so in some ways it was like she was there too. There will be food here for T-rex when we are gone, and I can go help my parents help others, which is a great Thanksgiving blessing.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! What are you thankful for?
Well this year T-rex is working Thanksgiving. This makes me sad because I love Thanksgiving. But this was not going to kill me, we were going to have thanksgiving at my house and T-rex can swing in for something to eat when/if he is not busy. Sounds easy enough right? I get my family, my kids get Grammy and Papa, I even invited T-rex side of the family over, but they are all going to Oklahoma.
Well then my sisters let everyone know that they are going to their husbands sides of the family for Thanksgiving, but we might be able to get together Saturday. I was a little upset that they pulled out of “my Thanksgiving” my parents were still going to be here so I thought it would be okay, we will make it work.
Then I had to do the right thing and tell my parents not to come. Not because they didn’t want to come, but because I know they wanted to be home to feed the people who don’t have family, who don’t have the money for a great dinner, and who can’t have a great holiday like I have been blessed with nearly every year.
So, it was going to be me and the kids, alone, on the best holiday of the year! I cried, I am not going to lie, I cried a lot. I wanted my sisters, my parents, my husband all here to eat great food! We always get caviar for thanksgiving (thankful we can get it once year, and thankful it is only once a year we are silly enough to spend that much money on fish eggs, and mind you this is like grocery store brand caviar!), I didn’t want to eat it alone, we always write a “thankful for list” and read it around the table, I didn’t want to read alone. I wanted MY holiday back!
T-rex said I should go see my mom and dad for Thanksgiving and help out around the church where they are doing the dinner, so I told them I would. But I felt so guilty about leaving T-rex here. I know he is going to be working, but whenever there is something big going on I am the one at home holding down the fort. It felt like I was abandoning him because I want my mommy. Yep I felt about 7 years old.
So to make up for it I made T-rex a whole Thanksgiving dinner Monday. Or that was the plan. But you see like all great plans T-rex got a call to go out with the S.O.G. to do something (kick bad guy butt). I get a few hours notice that he will be gone, and then NOTHING else, I never even know when he is going to be home.
I cried again. I called my mom and cried (she said she could not understand me, which is code for Stop whining at me and get your big girl pants on). I know he cannot control the bad guys, I know he is going to have to deal with call outs, and as such I am going to have to deal with call outs, but I mean really?! They had to do it when I was going to cook a great big meal for him? It was around 4 when I decided I was going to have Thanksgiving dinner at home like I planed even if he was gone.
So that is what I did. Well, okay, I had a lot of help form Rae, Lilly, and Dino. The girls worked on cleaning the house, making hand turkeys, and they even did a “thankful for” list with me. Dinner was going to be late, as I didn’t make anything all day, started late, and was doing all the cooking alone. But it was done around 7, just a few minutes after T-rex got home.
I had my big family meal, complete with caviar, and it was great! I didn’t burn anything, we have a lot of food, most of it my mom had gotten for us, and so in some ways it was like she was there too. There will be food here for T-rex when we are gone, and I can go help my parents help others, which is a great Thanksgiving blessing.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! What are you thankful for?
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Where did time go?
This week has been busy and fun! Yet, every night I would look at the clock and whine “It is only 9?”
T-rex is out of Training! He has been having a great time on his own. He likes to come home and tell me about pulling someone over for something. I don’t understand half the lingo he uses. But I get that some people drive too fast.
The kids are doing okay with the changes in his hours, and the Dog. Well kind of. One of the Police wives blogs said her husband was told “If you look like food you will be eaten” when he was in the academy. I think applies all too well to my kids. The kids run around and whine at Radio, so she takes charge. The only one who Radio does not pick on is the little Rae, who will yell at the top of her lungs and walk away like she owns the place. The other two act all afraid and scream like babies. I don’t know how to get the older girls to just lay down the law with the dog. Oh well, so far things are going great.
Today is my little sister’s birthday!! For years I thought she was 12, until she was about 16. I guess that is a sign that I didn’t pay attention to her much. But we have always had a good relationship. Well, mostly I think. Maybe she puts up with me, and I put up with her because we are family? Ah no matter I love her. She is turning 21! So I want to wish her a Happy Birthday! Today I hope my other sister comes to town, she has my turkey for Thanksgiving Maybe we will then call little sister and tell her happy birthday!
Sitting down and thinking about my sisters has made me see just how lucky I am. My family seems to understand, for the most part, what it is like being married to a cop. I don’t have to make too many excuses for T-rex being gone, or Dino knowing how to shoot, or Lilly saying words like detain. I am happy they put up with me, and try to understand.
Image by freakgirl via Flickr
T-rex is out of Training! He has been having a great time on his own. He likes to come home and tell me about pulling someone over for something. I don’t understand half the lingo he uses. But I get that some people drive too fast.
The kids are doing okay with the changes in his hours, and the Dog. Well kind of. One of the Police wives blogs said her husband was told “If you look like food you will be eaten” when he was in the academy. I think applies all too well to my kids. The kids run around and whine at Radio, so she takes charge. The only one who Radio does not pick on is the little Rae, who will yell at the top of her lungs and walk away like she owns the place. The other two act all afraid and scream like babies. I don’t know how to get the older girls to just lay down the law with the dog. Oh well, so far things are going great.
Today is my little sister’s birthday!! For years I thought she was 12, until she was about 16. I guess that is a sign that I didn’t pay attention to her much. But we have always had a good relationship. Well, mostly I think. Maybe she puts up with me, and I put up with her because we are family? Ah no matter I love her. She is turning 21! So I want to wish her a Happy Birthday! Today I hope my other sister comes to town, she has my turkey for Thanksgiving Maybe we will then call little sister and tell her happy birthday!
Sitting down and thinking about my sisters has made me see just how lucky I am. My family seems to understand, for the most part, what it is like being married to a cop. I don’t have to make too many excuses for T-rex being gone, or Dino knowing how to shoot, or Lilly saying words like detain. I am happy they put up with me, and try to understand.
Image by freakgirl via FlickrHAPPY BIRTHDAY JOY BOY!! I LOVE YOU!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Radio!
We got a dog! She is a coonhound named Radio. So far she is GREAT! She is 5 months old and almost potty trained. We have only had two accidents, but we have also only had her two days now. She goes outside well but does not ask to go out. I think she does not like the back door. The first night we didn’t have a crate for her so T-rex let her sleep on the bed, tonight she really wants to be back on the bed.
But, I am a little sad. You see I hate dogs. They jump, bark, poop, and all that stuff. Yet I fell deeply in love with her! She is so cute! However, the feelings are not mutual. She, like the girls, loves T-rex way to much! He left today and she whined at the door for him for a few minutes, and then pouted on the couch. And I know we should not let her on the couch but she is afraid of the vacuum and I felt so sad for her. She did not bark or run and hide she just looked so sad. How can you say "no" to something so cute? I tell you, you cannot.
But, I am a little sad. You see I hate dogs. They jump, bark, poop, and all that stuff. Yet I fell deeply in love with her! She is so cute! However, the feelings are not mutual. She, like the girls, loves T-rex way to much! He left today and she whined at the door for him for a few minutes, and then pouted on the couch. And I know we should not let her on the couch but she is afraid of the vacuum and I felt so sad for her. She did not bark or run and hide she just looked so sad. How can you say "no" to something so cute? I tell you, you cannot. Anyway she is fitting in nice with everyone. I hope that we are quick to training her, she does not even seem to know her name, which was the name she was give at birth, not one we just picked out now. I wonder if that is normal. I know nothing about dogs and had sworn we would never get one, but with T-rex working nights and the kids getting older we just really were ready for one. I am so happy we got her. I know it’s odd, but just having her has kind of helped lift me out of the funk I was in.
Now to get her to like me more than she likes T-rex and we would be all set!
Friday, November 12, 2010
More thoughts from my head. . .
That mostly stay there. . .
1. I really hope that was food Rae just ate
2. That’s a perp.
3. I hate the word perp, it sounds like a kinky thing people do alone in their beds.
4. I love to show off and brag about my husband to random people.
5. I secretly think I can do T-rex’s job better than he can. . . you know if there were no drunks, dead animals, runaway cows starting a beef, shooting, pepper spray, and driving on dirt roads at night. Yeah then I would so be a better cop than he is.
6. I look good in jeans and a t-shirt, as long as I have that super great extra push push-up bra on.
7. People who can’t say “I am sorry” are mean.
8. Girls are prettier than boys, because girls also come with way more drama!
9. How can my kids get half their DNA from Me and half from T-rex and still be so different?
10. My kids are equal parts cute and disgusting. “That’s disgusting” was Lilly’s first sentence.
1. I really hope that was food Rae just ate
2. That’s a perp.
3. I hate the word perp, it sounds like a kinky thing people do alone in their beds.
4. I love to show off and brag about my husband to random people.
5. I secretly think I can do T-rex’s job better than he can. . . you know if there were no drunks, dead animals, runaway cows starting a beef, shooting, pepper spray, and driving on dirt roads at night. Yeah then I would so be a better cop than he is.
6. I look good in jeans and a t-shirt, as long as I have that super great extra push push-up bra on.
7. People who can’t say “I am sorry” are mean.
8. Girls are prettier than boys, because girls also come with way more drama!
9. How can my kids get half their DNA from Me and half from T-rex and still be so different?
10. My kids are equal parts cute and disgusting. “That’s disgusting” was Lilly’s first sentence.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
It’s just who I am. . . Now how am I going to deal with this?!
I am self-centered, over dramatic, stressed, moody, and let us just call it focused.
It’s just who I am. The self-centeredness, drama, stress, and moodiness have all gotten much better with age, for the most part. The “focused” part has not really gotten any better. I blame my mother, but only because that is what Freud would do.
Maybe we can’t really call it “focused” I seem to fixate on things. Like when I lost my keys. I blocked everything and everyone out and tore my house to shreds looking for my darn keys. I got ticked off, nothing else mattered, I think my cat could have died (if I had a cat) and I would not have even noticed. I end up yelling at the kids, and poor T-rex (anymore he ignores me, which makes me madder, but he does not notice). I do this when my kids misplace their things too, I guess on some level (okay almost every level) I freak out.
I am not really sure why. I just don’t usually misplace things. But it goes beyond that, if something is broken I stay focused on it until it is fixed, or really, really broken because I have no clue how to fix a washing machine. Well this week has already had more than one case of Yellow Focus. (Almost as bad as yellow fever!) Lilly had her issues at school Monday. Tuesday she lost her homework folder, I tore the house apart had a hard time sleeping and the whole thing. Then the great day of Wednesday . . . . the basement flooded because of the storm early in the morning (like there is no time the clocks are even asleep this early) which had Dino up, which soon got Rae up, which got Lilly up.
I called the landlords; they said that I had to get the water out of the basement. So I fully started focus mode. I was mad, I should not have to do that when we are renting. UGH. But I thought I dealt with it okay. A call to the cops to get a wet-dry vac and I was in business! (Yes the cops are also handymen if anyone wanted to know. . go ahead a try this at home. . .And then tell me about it because I could use some comic relief this week!!)
I then spent several hours trying to get the carpets cleaned, the rooms put back together, and because of the Focus the rooms now have to be just right, even though they never are.
All of this is fine, it’s part of who I am. The people who love me get this. But how in the world am I going to deal with T-rex being a cop?! He is going to get hurt, or something at some point, or even if it’s just in my head, I am going to focus on it for ever and there is no way I can put it all back together just right.
It’s just who I am. The self-centeredness, drama, stress, and moodiness have all gotten much better with age, for the most part. The “focused” part has not really gotten any better. I blame my mother, but only because that is what Freud would do.
Maybe we can’t really call it “focused” I seem to fixate on things. Like when I lost my keys. I blocked everything and everyone out and tore my house to shreds looking for my darn keys. I got ticked off, nothing else mattered, I think my cat could have died (if I had a cat) and I would not have even noticed. I end up yelling at the kids, and poor T-rex (anymore he ignores me, which makes me madder, but he does not notice). I do this when my kids misplace their things too, I guess on some level (okay almost every level) I freak out.
I am not really sure why. I just don’t usually misplace things. But it goes beyond that, if something is broken I stay focused on it until it is fixed, or really, really broken because I have no clue how to fix a washing machine. Well this week has already had more than one case of Yellow Focus. (Almost as bad as yellow fever!) Lilly had her issues at school Monday. Tuesday she lost her homework folder, I tore the house apart had a hard time sleeping and the whole thing. Then the great day of Wednesday . . . . the basement flooded because of the storm early in the morning (like there is no time the clocks are even asleep this early) which had Dino up, which soon got Rae up, which got Lilly up.
I called the landlords; they said that I had to get the water out of the basement. So I fully started focus mode. I was mad, I should not have to do that when we are renting. UGH. But I thought I dealt with it okay. A call to the cops to get a wet-dry vac and I was in business! (Yes the cops are also handymen if anyone wanted to know. . go ahead a try this at home. . .And then tell me about it because I could use some comic relief this week!!)
I then spent several hours trying to get the carpets cleaned, the rooms put back together, and because of the Focus the rooms now have to be just right, even though they never are.
All of this is fine, it’s part of who I am. The people who love me get this. But how in the world am I going to deal with T-rex being a cop?! He is going to get hurt, or something at some point, or even if it’s just in my head, I am going to focus on it for ever and there is no way I can put it all back together just right.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Yellow’s day in Cops terms/ T-rex’s day in mommy terms.
**This is crazy long, but it is not that long to read.**
Yellow:
07:00 ~ Get inmates dressed out for “work release”
07:30 ~ Transport oldest inmate to “work”
07:40~ Prepare nutritional meal for remaining inmates.
07:50 ~ Clean up kitchen and “mess hall” (never has a name been so fitting)
08:00 ~ confiscate weapon of mass destruction (blue marker on walls)
Apprehend suspect for questioning.
Extend sentence 5 minutes in solitaire
Guard cell (time out corner) for visitors bringing in contraband (little sister: red pen)
Book in “visitor” for position of a controlled substance.
Release blue marker suspect to free up solitaire for red pen bandit.
08:25 ~ Resume maintenance on building. Including but not limited to, washing dishes, picking up toys and bringing out trash.
09:00 ~ Get called to a domestic. Both parties crying.
Take statements from both parties.
Gather evidence
Book em both on grounds of noise violations. Time outs to last 5 minutes on the couch T.V privileges revoked.
09:15 ~ discover toxic gas and investigate ~spend time questioning inmates all questions are answered from what sounds to be a drunk “huh? What smells? I don’t smell anything? Did you know you can taste what you smell? You are eating it too! I didn’t poop!”
09:37 ~ Find smell. It appears someone was making hooch out of their apple juice left in a cup on top of the hot DVD player. Question suspects again. Restate the rule that cups are not to be in the living room. Be ignored.
10:00 ~ Hand out food provisions to the “starving” after being called mean for not having cookies hand out “gummies”
10:45 ~ respond to a theft report. “Barbie was stolen!” and “I had it first”
Take item into evidence.
Give warning of more fines to pay (toys)
11:25 ~ Prepare lunch, which goes without incident, clean kitchen and mess hall again.
12:00 ~ transport inmates to “work release” after picking up another inmate from a neighboring “jail”
12:34 ~ arrive back to enjoy a moment of peace before getting the youngest inmate to nap.
13:00 ~ put youngest into sleeping room, and pray.
13:03 ~ yell “when I say lights out I mean it!” catch up on whatever work needs done, laundry, extra training, and preparing the “jail” for the big guy to arrive
15:00 ~ redress youngest for transport duty again
15:30 ~ Pick up older two inmates and transport them back
15:43 ~ Help with training of inmates, provide food stuff.
16:00 ~ Big guy awakes from his hole in the “jail” greet him and “act like you got your jail running great”
16:04 ~ locate missing items for big guy, things such as socks, pants, and belt keepers (secretary Duty)
16:30 ~ prevent domestic over space issues before violence occurs.
16:35 ~ Prepare last meal for everyone. Keep in mind every ones dietary needs.
17:00 ~ Eat, enjoy the conversations of inmates, self incrimination abound .
clean kitchen and mess hall
17:35 ~ Send off the Big guy.
17:45 ~ Confiscate another controlled substance (glue)
18:00 ~ ask what the smell is again, hear giggles as one inmate announces “I farted”
18:12 ~ Break up a bar fight over a girl. (AKA pushing and hitting over a Barbie)
18:13 ~ Take Barbies away, and remind inmates to get their juice out of the living room
18:14 ~ Put a band-aid on cut from fight
18:15 ~ Catch the graffiti artist red handed (green crayon)
Sentence inmate to a hard 10. (second offence and all that)
18:35 ~ Start the washing of inmates. Supervise that proper procedure is conducted, and splashing stay to a minimum.
18:56 ~ Brush the hair of 3 girls! Dude, there is no cop term for this, Not even a cop would do something like this! Ugh
19:12 ~ Repeat no bedtime snack rule, repeat it about 73 times before inmates seem to get it.
19:34 ~ lock down all inmates.
19:43 ~ deal with a jail break.
20:00 ~ write reports for the day, plan the budget for the jail, work on training, read a book or watch a show after work is done
02:00 ~ decide that all the “other stuff” will have to just wait until tomorrow and clock out.
T-rex:
7:30 am – 3:40ish pm ~ sleep
3:40-4:30 play on computer, scratch self, drink coffee
4:30-4:45 use the restroom
4:45-5:00 eat the meal that was cooked for you
5:00-5:30 Get dressed for work, have wife bring you everything you cannot find
5:30pm-12:00am Drive around in the dark, with your friends, looking for “stuff”
12:00 am -1:00 am ~ Come home. Eat something from the microwave, or something the wife made at 12 for
1:00-1:30 Play with farm animals
1:30-3 Drive around some more, stop at the office to BS with friends
3:00 get a call about a deer accident; move deer off road take report
4:00 back to the office to write journal.
4:30 pull someone over for driving bad
5:00-6:00 Drive around some more
6:00-6:18 BS with the guys getting on the new shift.
6:18-7:00 Play games on the computer or PS3 or something.
7:00 Turn on the light so wife will get up.
Yep T-rex just drives a lot! LOL
Yellow:
07:00 ~ Get inmates dressed out for “work release”
07:30 ~ Transport oldest inmate to “work”
07:40~ Prepare nutritional meal for remaining inmates.
07:50 ~ Clean up kitchen and “mess hall” (never has a name been so fitting)
08:00 ~ confiscate weapon of mass destruction (blue marker on walls)
Apprehend suspect for questioning.
Extend sentence 5 minutes in solitaire
Guard cell (time out corner) for visitors bringing in contraband (little sister: red pen)
Book in “visitor” for position of a controlled substance.
Release blue marker suspect to free up solitaire for red pen bandit.
08:25 ~ Resume maintenance on building. Including but not limited to, washing dishes, picking up toys and bringing out trash.
09:00 ~ Get called to a domestic. Both parties crying.
Take statements from both parties.
Gather evidence
Book em both on grounds of noise violations. Time outs to last 5 minutes on the couch T.V privileges revoked.
09:15 ~ discover toxic gas and investigate ~spend time questioning inmates all questions are answered from what sounds to be a drunk “huh? What smells? I don’t smell anything? Did you know you can taste what you smell? You are eating it too! I didn’t poop!”
09:37 ~ Find smell. It appears someone was making hooch out of their apple juice left in a cup on top of the hot DVD player. Question suspects again. Restate the rule that cups are not to be in the living room. Be ignored.
10:00 ~ Hand out food provisions to the “starving” after being called mean for not having cookies hand out “gummies”
10:45 ~ respond to a theft report. “Barbie was stolen!” and “I had it first”
Take item into evidence.
Give warning of more fines to pay (toys)
11:25 ~ Prepare lunch, which goes without incident, clean kitchen and mess hall again.
12:00 ~ transport inmates to “work release” after picking up another inmate from a neighboring “jail”
12:34 ~ arrive back to enjoy a moment of peace before getting the youngest inmate to nap.
13:00 ~ put youngest into sleeping room, and pray.
13:03 ~ yell “when I say lights out I mean it!” catch up on whatever work needs done, laundry, extra training, and preparing the “jail” for the big guy to arrive
15:00 ~ redress youngest for transport duty again
15:30 ~ Pick up older two inmates and transport them back
15:43 ~ Help with training of inmates, provide food stuff.
16:00 ~ Big guy awakes from his hole in the “jail” greet him and “act like you got your jail running great”
16:04 ~ locate missing items for big guy, things such as socks, pants, and belt keepers (secretary Duty)
16:30 ~ prevent domestic over space issues before violence occurs.
16:35 ~ Prepare last meal for everyone. Keep in mind every ones dietary needs.
17:00 ~ Eat, enjoy the conversations of inmates, self incrimination abound .
clean kitchen and mess hall
17:35 ~ Send off the Big guy.
17:45 ~ Confiscate another controlled substance (glue)
18:00 ~ ask what the smell is again, hear giggles as one inmate announces “I farted”
18:12 ~ Break up a bar fight over a girl. (AKA pushing and hitting over a Barbie)
18:13 ~ Take Barbies away, and remind inmates to get their juice out of the living room
18:14 ~ Put a band-aid on cut from fight
18:15 ~ Catch the graffiti artist red handed (green crayon)
Sentence inmate to a hard 10. (second offence and all that)
18:35 ~ Start the washing of inmates. Supervise that proper procedure is conducted, and splashing stay to a minimum.
18:56 ~ Brush the hair of 3 girls! Dude, there is no cop term for this, Not even a cop would do something like this! Ugh
19:12 ~ Repeat no bedtime snack rule, repeat it about 73 times before inmates seem to get it.
19:34 ~ lock down all inmates.
19:43 ~ deal with a jail break.
20:00 ~ write reports for the day, plan the budget for the jail, work on training, read a book or watch a show after work is done
02:00 ~ decide that all the “other stuff” will have to just wait until tomorrow and clock out.
T-rex:
7:30 am – 3:40ish pm ~ sleep
3:40-4:30 play on computer, scratch self, drink coffee
4:30-4:45 use the restroom
4:45-5:00 eat the meal that was cooked for you
5:00-5:30 Get dressed for work, have wife bring you everything you cannot find
5:30pm-12:00am Drive around in the dark, with your friends, looking for “stuff”
12:00 am -1:00 am ~ Come home. Eat something from the microwave, or something the wife made at 12 for
1:00-1:30 Play with farm animals
1:30-3 Drive around some more, stop at the office to BS with friends
3:00 get a call about a deer accident; move deer off road take report
4:00 back to the office to write journal.
4:30 pull someone over for driving bad
5:00-6:00 Drive around some more
6:00-6:18 BS with the guys getting on the new shift.
6:18-7:00 Play games on the computer or PS3 or something.
7:00 Turn on the light so wife will get up.
Yep T-rex just drives a lot! LOL
Monday, November 8, 2010
Is it creepy?
Maybe a little.
Dino has an odd habit of meeting the trash guys and yelling Thank-you at them as loud as she can, which really is not as loud as she can, but more like as loud as she feels comfortable yelling at grown smelly men picking up our trash.
How did this strange habit start you ask? Well about a year ago we were outside when the trash guys came to pick it up, I went to the street to get my cart back and said thank you. To which there were a million questions by Dino to follow. “Who are they?” and “why do they do that?” My reply was simple, “Isn't it cool that they do that?! They take our trash away for us.” Never did I think it would turn into a weekly ritual.
Every week she stands at the door and yells thank you to the big smelly men picking up our trash. She no longer gets sad when they don’t say anything back to her; she gets that they are busy working, and likely don’t even hear her. But she still goes to the door. In the last few weeks she has started to bring the trash cart back up to the house. Which I love! But I wonder if it is a little creepy that my daughter waves and smiles so big at the trash guys. They don’t even seem to notice her anymore. I wonder if it ever made them happy to see that someone is thankful for the work they do. I know we really are!
I mean really we could be like the town next to us, their trash trucks all say “Satisfaction guaranteed or double your trash back!” I would hate to have a disagreement with their trash service.
So, thank your trash guys! In fact it got me thinking, often times the service workers are taken for granted. Thank them all when you can. Let’s get being nice out of the creepy category and into normal. I know some of the cops out there would love to be told Thank you. . .and not just after you only got a warning!
Dino has an odd habit of meeting the trash guys and yelling Thank-you at them as loud as she can, which really is not as loud as she can, but more like as loud as she feels comfortable yelling at grown smelly men picking up our trash.
How did this strange habit start you ask? Well about a year ago we were outside when the trash guys came to pick it up, I went to the street to get my cart back and said thank you. To which there were a million questions by Dino to follow. “Who are they?” and “why do they do that?” My reply was simple, “Isn't it cool that they do that?! They take our trash away for us.” Never did I think it would turn into a weekly ritual.
Every week she stands at the door and yells thank you to the big smelly men picking up our trash. She no longer gets sad when they don’t say anything back to her; she gets that they are busy working, and likely don’t even hear her. But she still goes to the door. In the last few weeks she has started to bring the trash cart back up to the house. Which I love! But I wonder if it is a little creepy that my daughter waves and smiles so big at the trash guys. They don’t even seem to notice her anymore. I wonder if it ever made them happy to see that someone is thankful for the work they do. I know we really are!
I mean really we could be like the town next to us, their trash trucks all say “Satisfaction guaranteed or double your trash back!” I would hate to have a disagreement with their trash service.
So, thank your trash guys! In fact it got me thinking, often times the service workers are taken for granted. Thank them all when you can. Let’s get being nice out of the creepy category and into normal. I know some of the cops out there would love to be told Thank you. . .and not just after you only got a warning!
Friday, November 5, 2010
I know, but really that's what happened. . . .
No, REALLY, I ran into the door. Twice actually. Or maybe the door ran into me? But really!
Okay so I was trying to get the bedroom door closed. There was a shoe in the way and the door bounced back hitting me in the head. In anger, I was just all like “oh let’s see what happens if I slam the door even harder.” Just so you know the door bounces back even harder if you do that!
You will be comforted to know that the big nasty red lump on my cheek is not noticeable right now, although it hurts.
Maybe it is because I am married to a cop but I am going to have a very hard time telling people what really happened. I am so afraid this is going to bruise. I can hear it now!
“She said she ran into a door”
“Yeah like we have never heard that one before?”
“I know, and her husband is a cop!”
It kind of makes me laugh. But it also gets me thinking of all the times I lied to my parents about different stuff. I know now that they had to have known I was lying, but at the time it sounded good to me. I now also understand why sometimes when I was telling them the truth they thought I was full of it. Sadly right now any lie I can come up with for the bruise on my cheek sounds just as dumb and lame as the truth. So as lame as it sounds, I ran into the door. Twice.
Okay so I was trying to get the bedroom door closed. There was a shoe in the way and the door bounced back hitting me in the head. In anger, I was just all like “oh let’s see what happens if I slam the door even harder.” Just so you know the door bounces back even harder if you do that!
You will be comforted to know that the big nasty red lump on my cheek is not noticeable right now, although it hurts.
Maybe it is because I am married to a cop but I am going to have a very hard time telling people what really happened. I am so afraid this is going to bruise. I can hear it now!
“She said she ran into a door”
“Yeah like we have never heard that one before?”
“I know, and her husband is a cop!”
It kind of makes me laugh. But it also gets me thinking of all the times I lied to my parents about different stuff. I know now that they had to have known I was lying, but at the time it sounded good to me. I now also understand why sometimes when I was telling them the truth they thought I was full of it. Sadly right now any lie I can come up with for the bruise on my cheek sounds just as dumb and lame as the truth. So as lame as it sounds, I ran into the door. Twice.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Police wife Interview
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| MRS. FUZZ |
I was given the great honor of interviewing MRS. FUZZ!! She too is a police wife, blogger, and mom. And so much more! Reading her answers I was all like "dude that is so me!" I hope you feel you can relate to her as well as I did, and go check her out!! A Police Wife
Why and when did you start blogging?
I started blogging January 2009. HF was halfway through with the academy and I was quickly entering uncharted territory. I had a lot of questions, a lot of worries, but mostly I was just plain curious about what life was like for officers and their loved ones. I did a lot of internet and blog searches and came up mostly empty handed. The first police wife blog that I found was called "Married to the Law". (unfortunately she is no longer blogging). I reached out to her and she answered and addressed all my questions and her blog helped to replace a lot of my fear with calm. What I was feeling was pretty normal, and I didn't need to freak out.
I also desired to document HF's experience on becoming an officer. Not only did it end up being therapeutic, but it gave me a way that I could be involved in what HF was doing and support him even if I didn't understand everything that was happening to him. The network of police and police wife/girlfriend bloggers quickly expanded and I found that I could list all the police related blogs and websites I could find so I had sort of this hub of support and information for anyone that was looking for what I had been looking for at the beginning.
I just got to know, where did the name Mrs. Fuzz come from?
Well, other than my favorite nickname for the police being, "The Fuzz", I had recently watched the movie Hot Fuzz and the main character, Nicholas Angel (played by Simon Pegg), totally reminded me of HF. Not in his appearance, but because of his hilarious over the top "super" cop reactions and abilities. While we were watching it, I was like, "That is totally you!" HF is a very rigid rule keeper and takes rules very seriously. And I don't mean as a cop. He has his whole life! So you can imagine that as a cop he knows how to take care of business with sometimes hilarious results. Remember the duck incident? Shared similarities to the goose scene in the movie.
What is your typical day like?
Goodness. Right now it is CRAZY because our kids have been CRAZY. But a typical day for me starts out about 7:30 am. We go go go all day long. We try not to wake up HF since he works graves and sleeps during the day, but our kids have two volumes. Loud and louder! We don't know where they came from because both HF and myself are pretty quiet, laid back, and reserved. We have a dent in the wall above our bed from the baby hitting his head on it while wrestling his big brother. There are handprints on the walls from the kids and whatever they've gotten into. I feel like I could be cleaning all. day. long. But we try to have fun. I love to cook and the kids love to "help out". We have a lot of beautiful parks and hikes to search out, museums, friends to visit, etc. But really, three kids under the age of 8 keeps me going all day. Our favorite time of the day is waking up HF. Sadly he is usually woken up in a violent manner. That shows him how much we love him, right? Right now the kids really have us scratching our heads with their behavior so I am that mom with a stack of parenting books on my nightstand. But if they are good at one thing, it is going to bed! So at 8 'oclock or so I relax and work on projects of my own and always end the day with a hot cup of tea or cocoa and a funny video off of You Tube or a tv episode on Hulu. But all this will change in January when HF begins working swings. Something I've been dreading (other than the at home in bed with me part). So ask me again in January what my typical day is like.
What are some of the blogs you love to read and why?
This is a hard question to answer! There are so many. I have to say that I love a lot of the cop bloggers. What better way is there to get into the mind of a police officer than to read their blogs! Motor Cop is a fun read, Squad Car Theology and Raindog Blue are great because they are poetic and thoughtful and I love RDB's photos. Slam Dunks will always be a favorite read. He's a former cop and many of his posts are law enforcement related. Always interesting, funny, or inspiring. I always see what the police women have to say (Cop Mama, The Boogie Man is my Friend, Public Safety Parody, Behind the Blue Line).
Don't get me started on the police wife blogs. I can look through my blogroll of police wives and girlfriends and immediately think of why I love that particular blog/blogger. There are the hilarious story tellers, the super sweet and inspiring girls, the moms in the same stage of life as me, the religiously devoted, the new to police life, etc. I love them all.
***To find all the great Blogs check out Mrs. Fuzz's profile****
So with 3 kids under 8. . .like myself. . .I feel your pains! But do you find it tempting to be just another mommy blogger?
Or rather what would YOU say your blog is about? Do you try to stay on the cop topic most of the time, or do you just blend your life, all of it, into your blog?
Hmm. I never thought about my blog as a mommy blog, but looking at my posts for the last month it definitely appears to be one! I guess my intention is for it to stay mostly on the cop topic in one form or another with ocassional insights into my personal or family life. I guess the title of my blog says it all. I'm just one police wife of many. This is my story and how I deal. My life did change when HF entered the academy and will always be a little different than a lot of other people's lives because of that. As time creeps on, I find myself less and less impacted by HF's career on a daily basis and life is somewhat a normal blend of the day in and day out stuff. That is what I noticed about the more seasoned police wives and what I wanted for myself. And seriously, when your life from 8 in the morning until 8 at night involves screaming, destruction, fighting, graffiti, teaching & training, and general barbarism, how can I not mention it? Oh, and I was just talking about being a mom there and not police work.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Enjoy!
What is sad is I could really see T-rex doing this, or getting this done to him. Ohh I wonder if the cops ever grow up? I also hope that he does not do this to some of the guys there, who would likely shoot first and ask questions later!!! But until he does something this crazy I will sit back and enjoy it! :)
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Q & A With Yellow & T-rex
As a cop’s wife I get asked a lot of. . .let us just call them odd questions. . .. I am sure that some people really want to know, and sometimes a person just needs to know! So I will take a moment to answer some of the questions I get.
1. Don’t you worry some crazy drunk will shoot him?
Well now that you bring it up!! What does your husband do for a living? Oh he works at the post office? You know there was a whole new word created just for the crazy type of people who work there? But no I don’t really worry someone is going to go postal on my husband!
Okay all my snarky sarcasm aside, I do worry something is going to happen to him. And then I remember that T-rex has a lot of training and will stay as safe as he can. It is no different than any other job, only with this one he is looking out for the dangers of the world, not just hiding behind his banker suit. Besides if I worried about it all the time I would never get any sleep. So, even though it does cross my mind I try to not worry about it.
2. How do you deal with all the girls hitting on him?
I don’t get to see all the girls hitting on him. We don’t go out together that much and he is too cool to notice some bimbo hitting on him. I am sure if he noticed he would make a point of bragging about it to me, for weeks! But to the badge bunnies I just laugh! They think the uniform is cute . . . well they need to learn about Velcro! I don’t think the badge bunnies realize it is not like being married to batman or something that cool.. . .okay, who am I kidding it is that cool! But there are a lot of hard things to deal with.
Oh and who ever thought of the slogan “feel safe at night, sleep with a cop” needs a hard slap across the face!! HAHAHAHAHA married to a cop and getting to sleep with him! Two very different things! T-rex is on night or “split” shift over half the year, and he is a lucky one who changes shifts every month, some guys get stuck on nights for YEARS at a time, family or not. The saying needs change, to something like “feel safe at night, have a cop teach you how to pie a corner and shoot his off duty, because you will need to know how to use it because he will be gone at night” but I guess that is too long for a t-shirt.
3. You know, there are a lot of dirty cops.
Okay, that is more of an accusation than a question but, allow me to respond anyway.
Why? Don’t they shower? I get mad if T-rex does not shower before dinner. Should we have a soap drive for the cops you know?
I am not an idiot, I know that there are a few, bad cops out there. Just like there are criminal bankers, lawyers, teachers, doctors, post office workers, and so on. I know T-rex is not a dirty cop, and I know the people he works with are not dirty cops (besides the fact that their wives are also picky about the soap use before dinner!). I just don’t get why one profession has to have the spot light so bright that it casts a shadow of doubt on everyone. Oh yeah, that’s because MOST cops are good people who would die to do the right thing, who would give up their life to save the life of the dumb people who say this stuff. The cops put the spot light there, they hate dirty cops way more than you could imagine. So stop assuming all cops are bad.
Look for more questions and answers soon!!
1. Don’t you worry some crazy drunk will shoot him?
Well now that you bring it up!! What does your husband do for a living? Oh he works at the post office? You know there was a whole new word created just for the crazy type of people who work there? But no I don’t really worry someone is going to go postal on my husband!
Okay all my snarky sarcasm aside, I do worry something is going to happen to him. And then I remember that T-rex has a lot of training and will stay as safe as he can. It is no different than any other job, only with this one he is looking out for the dangers of the world, not just hiding behind his banker suit. Besides if I worried about it all the time I would never get any sleep. So, even though it does cross my mind I try to not worry about it.
2. How do you deal with all the girls hitting on him?
I don’t get to see all the girls hitting on him. We don’t go out together that much and he is too cool to notice some bimbo hitting on him. I am sure if he noticed he would make a point of bragging about it to me, for weeks! But to the badge bunnies I just laugh! They think the uniform is cute . . . well they need to learn about Velcro! I don’t think the badge bunnies realize it is not like being married to batman or something that cool.. . .okay, who am I kidding it is that cool! But there are a lot of hard things to deal with.
Oh and who ever thought of the slogan “feel safe at night, sleep with a cop” needs a hard slap across the face!! HAHAHAHAHA married to a cop and getting to sleep with him! Two very different things! T-rex is on night or “split” shift over half the year, and he is a lucky one who changes shifts every month, some guys get stuck on nights for YEARS at a time, family or not. The saying needs change, to something like “feel safe at night, have a cop teach you how to pie a corner and shoot his off duty, because you will need to know how to use it because he will be gone at night” but I guess that is too long for a t-shirt.
3. You know, there are a lot of dirty cops.
Okay, that is more of an accusation than a question but, allow me to respond anyway.
Why? Don’t they shower? I get mad if T-rex does not shower before dinner. Should we have a soap drive for the cops you know?
I am not an idiot, I know that there are a few, bad cops out there. Just like there are criminal bankers, lawyers, teachers, doctors, post office workers, and so on. I know T-rex is not a dirty cop, and I know the people he works with are not dirty cops (besides the fact that their wives are also picky about the soap use before dinner!). I just don’t get why one profession has to have the spot light so bright that it casts a shadow of doubt on everyone. Oh yeah, that’s because MOST cops are good people who would die to do the right thing, who would give up their life to save the life of the dumb people who say this stuff. The cops put the spot light there, they hate dirty cops way more than you could imagine. So stop assuming all cops are bad.
Look for more questions and answers soon!!
Monday, November 1, 2010
Chicken detector
I swear T-rex’s sheriff has a chicken dinner detector!
Sheriff J. is a nice man, I am sure he is a good man. But I am just as sure that he was sent here to mess with me!
You see I know how to cook ONE meal. Well only one meal that tastes any good. It is Baked Chicken, and stuff to go with it. It is so good, like I could sale it good! Yeah it is that good!
I made it twice last week, and each time I have made it T-rex has had to stay late at work. Well guess what I made today? Yep, baked chicken. Guess who called to say he would be late? T-rex! I wonder if I burn it will he come home? Maybe if I feed it to the stray cats in the back yard he will show up quickly? No matter, I have resigned myself to the fact that I don’t make baked chicken. No, I make “T-rex is going to be late, and I need a few more hours missing him, worrying, and general stressing out dinner.”
In my mind Sheriff J and I actually get to talk about this:
Me: “What is that thing Sheriff J?”
J.: “Well Yellow that’s the chicken dinner detector. It lets us know when T-rex is going to have good food at home, when it goes off we make some stuff up to keep him here another few hours. It’s part of the initiation.”
Me: “WHHHHATTTTT?”
J.: “Ohh don’t worry we have one for Bob, it tells when his wife is in a good mood, he has not stayed late too much. And one for Mighty Mouse, it lets us know when his mind is in the gutter, It blew up after the first day, we just make him stay late all the time now.”
Yep I knew they had some evil plan in place to keep me from having a good dinner with T-rex. I think Sheriff J is out to get me. I have a plan to destroy the Chicken dinner detector and have dinner with T-rex again. Or if nothing else I am just ordering Pizza from now on.
Sheriff J. is a nice man, I am sure he is a good man. But I am just as sure that he was sent here to mess with me!
You see I know how to cook ONE meal. Well only one meal that tastes any good. It is Baked Chicken, and stuff to go with it. It is so good, like I could sale it good! Yeah it is that good!
I made it twice last week, and each time I have made it T-rex has had to stay late at work. Well guess what I made today? Yep, baked chicken. Guess who called to say he would be late? T-rex! I wonder if I burn it will he come home? Maybe if I feed it to the stray cats in the back yard he will show up quickly? No matter, I have resigned myself to the fact that I don’t make baked chicken. No, I make “T-rex is going to be late, and I need a few more hours missing him, worrying, and general stressing out dinner.”
In my mind Sheriff J and I actually get to talk about this:
Me: “What is that thing Sheriff J?”
J.: “Well Yellow that’s the chicken dinner detector. It lets us know when T-rex is going to have good food at home, when it goes off we make some stuff up to keep him here another few hours. It’s part of the initiation.”
Me: “WHHHHATTTTT?”
J.: “Ohh don’t worry we have one for Bob, it tells when his wife is in a good mood, he has not stayed late too much. And one for Mighty Mouse, it lets us know when his mind is in the gutter, It blew up after the first day, we just make him stay late all the time now.”
Yep I knew they had some evil plan in place to keep me from having a good dinner with T-rex. I think Sheriff J is out to get me. I have a plan to destroy the Chicken dinner detector and have dinner with T-rex again. Or if nothing else I am just ordering Pizza from now on.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
When a family drive turns into work. . . . .
Maybe the city readers will not fully understand the Sunday drive. Some might even ask why a person would willingly get into a car to drive around with no goal in mind for a few hours. Well . . .I don’t really know much myself. We just do it!
As a kid my parents would take us for a Sunday drive, although, not always on Sunday. The goal was to get out, look, and see new things. As a teenager the “main drag” was Main Street of my small town. I do know of people driving like that to get out of the city for a few hours . . . so maybe it’s not that strange.
Anyway, T-rex and I will go for a drive every now and again when he is off, and there is nothing to do. The protests of Lilly, Dino, and Rae never last too long. They love the hills and the dirt roads (something I HATE), and this time of year the trees are so pretty. I love looking at the old farm houses, and seeing the little towns made up of a few blocks.
With T-rex working the whole county our drives have started to turn into work. He wants to take us to some place he found when at work, only to miss the turn, and we end up lost. Only he says we are not lost! The little town he wants to find is not even on the GPS! Yes this is how sad it is. Hours of driving soon take a toll on all of us, but T-rex is determined to find what he is looking for . . . which literally is a house in a mountain of hay!
Good comes out the trips, for he now knows where some small farmer diner is. The food was great, the old famers who came in got a kick out of the girls, and the little gifts were just what I was looking for. Maybe this country life will not be so bad. He is getting to learn more about the whole community, and I am getting to find some rare treats that one cannot find in the city or even in town for that matter.
Just today he came running home with some meat from a small country butcher. The sausage and bacon tastes so much better than the super markets. I just look forward to the day when the Sunday drive is less work! I want to drive around so we can drive again not so T-rex can learn the county. Then again, I don’t know if he will ever be totally off duty anymore. I wonder if that is just a cop thing; to always have part of the mind in cop mode. I guess I can learn to live with it if he keeps bringing home the bacon!
As a kid my parents would take us for a Sunday drive, although, not always on Sunday. The goal was to get out, look, and see new things. As a teenager the “main drag” was Main Street of my small town. I do know of people driving like that to get out of the city for a few hours . . . so maybe it’s not that strange.
Anyway, T-rex and I will go for a drive every now and again when he is off, and there is nothing to do. The protests of Lilly, Dino, and Rae never last too long. They love the hills and the dirt roads (something I HATE), and this time of year the trees are so pretty. I love looking at the old farm houses, and seeing the little towns made up of a few blocks.
With T-rex working the whole county our drives have started to turn into work. He wants to take us to some place he found when at work, only to miss the turn, and we end up lost. Only he says we are not lost! The little town he wants to find is not even on the GPS! Yes this is how sad it is. Hours of driving soon take a toll on all of us, but T-rex is determined to find what he is looking for . . . which literally is a house in a mountain of hay!
Good comes out the trips, for he now knows where some small farmer diner is. The food was great, the old famers who came in got a kick out of the girls, and the little gifts were just what I was looking for. Maybe this country life will not be so bad. He is getting to learn more about the whole community, and I am getting to find some rare treats that one cannot find in the city or even in town for that matter.
Just today he came running home with some meat from a small country butcher. The sausage and bacon tastes so much better than the super markets. I just look forward to the day when the Sunday drive is less work! I want to drive around so we can drive again not so T-rex can learn the county. Then again, I don’t know if he will ever be totally off duty anymore. I wonder if that is just a cop thing; to always have part of the mind in cop mode. I guess I can learn to live with it if he keeps bringing home the bacon!
Monday, October 25, 2010
Why I don’t call T-rex anymore.
When T-rex was in the Jail I could call him just about any time I liked. I would easily spend 30 minutes at night on the phone with him. Or I could call just to tell him that the pie I made was really good. Anything I wanted I could call about. It was very nice to know that most of the time he could talk, and in the few minutes when he could not talk he would just say “I am busy, call you soon.” And he would call me back!
T-rex: “hey”
Me: “Are you busy?”
T-rex: “Yeah I am booking in a cow”
Me: “Um. . . . .okay, call me when you are not busy?”
T-rex: “Okay”
Now he was kind of out of breath, talking fast, and I was on the cell phone, so I was not really sure what he said. But it really really sounded like he said he was booking in a cow. My mind went wild! Why would someone book in a cow? I could picture how big the cell would need to be for a cow, hay on the floor, and a water thing. I wondered what crime the cow could have committed. T-rex helped clear that up when he got home.
T-rex: “No, I said we were putting in a cow! You don’t listen really well, why would I book in a cow. . . . . Unless, it started a beef with us!”
I nearly died! I am sure it is corny, but it was funny!
Well now he is on the road and I fear he is always busy. I have not called much, but when there was a lot I wanted to tell him I went ahead and called, I always figured he could just let it ring if he was really busy, or tell me he was busy. 
Image via Wikipedia
Image via WikipediaT-rex: “hey”
Me: “Are you busy?”
T-rex: “Yeah I am booking in a cow”
Me: “Um. . . . .okay, call me when you are not busy?”
T-rex: “Okay”
Now he was kind of out of breath, talking fast, and I was on the cell phone, so I was not really sure what he said. But it really really sounded like he said he was booking in a cow. My mind went wild! Why would someone book in a cow? I could picture how big the cell would need to be for a cow, hay on the floor, and a water thing. I wondered what crime the cow could have committed. T-rex helped clear that up when he got home.
T-rex: “No, I said we were putting in a cow! You don’t listen really well, why would I book in a cow. . . . . Unless, it started a beef with us!”
I nearly died! I am sure it is corny, but it was funny!
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Velcro. . and more Velcro
The longest HOW to ever.
I am going to have to have T-rex write this one. I don’t know all the little details.
I know that it starts with a lot of Velcro. For all I know there is not much else to it.
Image via WikipediaHow to get dressed like a cop:
1. Velcro
2. Velcro
3. Velcro
4. Velcro
5. Velcro
6. Velcro
7. Velcro
8. Velcro
9. Shirt
10. Pants
11. Velcro
12. Velcro
13. Velcro
14. Velcro
15. Velcro
16. Velcro
17. Velcro
18. Velcro
19. Belt keepers
20. Boots, with Velcro
21. Hat with Velcro
22. More stuff for a belt, some of it Velcro.
23. Badge, where you still manage to poke yourself, even though there is so much Velcro to keep you “safe”
How do I know about all this Velcro? Well it is what wakes me up at 5 am, the sound of Velcro going veeer sheeeeer. A million times over and over again.
I know he looks cute in his uniform, but it is one of those things where if you know how it is done it losses all its appeal. If the getting dress is not enough to turn someone off then getting out of a uniform, which is just as bad and twice as smelly will surly kill any mood left.
I am going to have to have T-rex write this one. I don’t know all the little details.
I know that it starts with a lot of Velcro. For all I know there is not much else to it.
Image via Wikipedia2. Velcro
3. Velcro
4. Velcro
5. Velcro
6. Velcro
7. Velcro
8. Velcro
9. Shirt
10. Pants
11. Velcro
12. Velcro
13. Velcro
14. Velcro
15. Velcro
16. Velcro
17. Velcro
18. Velcro
19. Belt keepers
20. Boots, with Velcro
21. Hat with Velcro
22. More stuff for a belt, some of it Velcro.
23. Badge, where you still manage to poke yourself, even though there is so much Velcro to keep you “safe”
How do I know about all this Velcro? Well it is what wakes me up at 5 am, the sound of Velcro going veeer sheeeeer. A million times over and over again.
I know he looks cute in his uniform, but it is one of those things where if you know how it is done it losses all its appeal. If the getting dress is not enough to turn someone off then getting out of a uniform, which is just as bad and twice as smelly will surly kill any mood left.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Why cops don’t take vacation
Their wives might kill them!
T-rex took a week vacation when he got home from the academy. It was actually a little longer than a week. It was very nice to have him home, and also very stressful. Don’t get me wrong being away from each other for so long did make it really nice to have him around. But at the same time he just got in the way a lot more. He does not pick up the way we do, there are more dishes, more laundry, more people to shower, and I think I just get so busy being with him that I never do get house work done.
It took a few days but I think in the end we found a pattern that works for us. Sadly that was near his last days home. Now he is back at work and we have to readjust to that again. First thing the kids asked when I got them up for school, a job that was T-rexs, was “where is daddy?” When I told them he was at work they got very sad thinking he was not going to be home again for a long time. I had to remind them that he would be home for dinner.
I hope he is having a great time at work. I know I am happy he is back at work; I might get more done around the house! And it is also nice to see him all dressed up in uniform! I still get giddy when he puts on his belt, and his badge. I am sure that will go away with time, but until then I am going to enjoy seeing him go to work .. . . for so many reasons.
T-rex took a week vacation when he got home from the academy. It was actually a little longer than a week. It was very nice to have him home, and also very stressful. Don’t get me wrong being away from each other for so long did make it really nice to have him around. But at the same time he just got in the way a lot more. He does not pick up the way we do, there are more dishes, more laundry, more people to shower, and I think I just get so busy being with him that I never do get house work done.
It took a few days but I think in the end we found a pattern that works for us. Sadly that was near his last days home. Now he is back at work and we have to readjust to that again. First thing the kids asked when I got them up for school, a job that was T-rexs, was “where is daddy?” When I told them he was at work they got very sad thinking he was not going to be home again for a long time. I had to remind them that he would be home for dinner.
I hope he is having a great time at work. I know I am happy he is back at work; I might get more done around the house! And it is also nice to see him all dressed up in uniform! I still get giddy when he puts on his belt, and his badge. I am sure that will go away with time, but until then I am going to enjoy seeing him go to work .. . . for so many reasons.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
The mean things they do. . .
About a year ago T-rex was working in the Jail. He was able to call me all the time, so it was no big deal to see his cell phone call mine. I would pick up and just chat away about my day. So he called one day. . or rather HIS phone called mine.
His phone: “Hey, whatcha wearing?”
Me: “Um, clothes, duh.”
His Phone: “Oh.”
Me: “yeah, the kids got into flour today, and I am trying to get homework done.”
His Phone: “Um, okay”
Me: “So, I will let you go, Love you bye”
His Phone: “Um okay Bye.”
It was not until I hung up that I realized that was not T-rex. T-rex did call back right away.
T-rex: “So you love Mighty Mouse?!”
Me: “You little . .. I thought that was you! OMG he asked what I was wearing!”
T-rex: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah! You said you love him!”
All I can say is I am happy I did not have to see Mighty Mouse for a few weeks! Although he did not let me forget! I was reminded of my love again when I had to go up to the office for something. And the fact that I wear clothes still seems to be a point to laugh about.
His phone: “Hey, whatcha wearing?”
Me: “Um, clothes, duh.”
His Phone: “Oh.”
Me: “yeah, the kids got into flour today, and I am trying to get homework done.”
His Phone: “Um, okay”
Me: “So, I will let you go, Love you bye”
His Phone: “Um okay Bye.”
It was not until I hung up that I realized that was not T-rex. T-rex did call back right away.
T-rex: “So you love Mighty Mouse?!”
Me: “You little . .. I thought that was you! OMG he asked what I was wearing!”
T-rex: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah! You said you love him!”
All I can say is I am happy I did not have to see Mighty Mouse for a few weeks! Although he did not let me forget! I was reminded of my love again when I had to go up to the office for something. And the fact that I wear clothes still seems to be a point to laugh about.
Well, we are going in the right direction . .. I think. . .
T-rex had the last of his training thing stuff today. He was doing some kind of paintball exercise thing, where they act out “hot calls” or something, and he shoots or gets shot or ya know. Sounds just like a lot of playing around if you ask me! He used to love paintball so I don’t see how this counts as work, even though he says he works so hard at training. (Insert sarcastic laugh here)
We had talked about how he is not to call to tell me he “Got dead” any more. Well I don’t think our last conversation was really that much better, but at least he didn’t “get dead”
T-rex: “Hey babe, I didn’t get dead today!”
Me: “Oh that’s good! What happened?”
T-rex: “Well I shot 3 suspects, total of 4 kills.”
Me: “Oh that’s good. . . hang on you killed 4 people but only 3 suspects?”
T-rex: “Well yeah. . . . .. I didn’t shoot first . .I don’t think. . . I am pretty sure. . . “
Me: “So you killed a bystander or something?”
T-rex: “Well kind of. We got a call that there was a man with a gun at this place, and when we get there this guy comes running at us yelling, he was hysterical! So I think I shot because the other guys on my team shot. But I know I was the only one to shot twice. . . I put him out of his misery (which with paintballs really means T-rex caused him more pain!). But I think I just shot because the other guys were, kind of made me jumpy. But now I know.
Me: “um. I guess I should be happy you didn’t get shot, but that is what we would call a bad shot hun.”
T-rex: “Hey consider it public education! Now people know they should not come running and yelling at cops!”
Me: “Um, I better get lunch ready”
Well hey, this is training and this is what it’s for! I am happy he didn’t get shot so he is working on that! I also know that a lot of the other teams did the same thing, or got killed themselves. So I try to keep that in mind, I also try and remember that I would have died the first time out! They make some of the training where you have to mess up. One of the things he did MADE him get into a car crash; the computer would not let him avoid it. I wonder if he didn’t shot the guy if they would have made him the bad guy. So sometimes there is just no winning. A big part of me can’t help but feel happy he didn’t get shot. . Better the other guy!
We had talked about how he is not to call to tell me he “Got dead” any more. Well I don’t think our last conversation was really that much better, but at least he didn’t “get dead”
T-rex: “Hey babe, I didn’t get dead today!”
Me: “Oh that’s good! What happened?”
T-rex: “Well I shot 3 suspects, total of 4 kills.”
Me: “Oh that’s good. . . hang on you killed 4 people but only 3 suspects?”
T-rex: “Well yeah. . . . .. I didn’t shoot first . .I don’t think. . . I am pretty sure. . . “
Me: “So you killed a bystander or something?”
T-rex: “Well kind of. We got a call that there was a man with a gun at this place, and when we get there this guy comes running at us yelling, he was hysterical! So I think I shot because the other guys on my team shot. But I know I was the only one to shot twice. . . I put him out of his misery (which with paintballs really means T-rex caused him more pain!). But I think I just shot because the other guys were, kind of made me jumpy. But now I know.
Me: “um. I guess I should be happy you didn’t get shot, but that is what we would call a bad shot hun.”
T-rex: “Hey consider it public education! Now people know they should not come running and yelling at cops!”
Me: “Um, I better get lunch ready”
Well hey, this is training and this is what it’s for! I am happy he didn’t get shot so he is working on that! I also know that a lot of the other teams did the same thing, or got killed themselves. So I try to keep that in mind, I also try and remember that I would have died the first time out! They make some of the training where you have to mess up. One of the things he did MADE him get into a car crash; the computer would not let him avoid it. I wonder if he didn’t shot the guy if they would have made him the bad guy. So sometimes there is just no winning. A big part of me can’t help but feel happy he didn’t get shot. . Better the other guy!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
It’s not that hard!
This weekend I wanted to sleep in. I think getting up with the kids every day Monday through Friday has earned me the right to sleep in every now and again. Even if T-rex will disagree.
I think he has a mission to make me pay every time I have him get the girls ready. Now I understand that they are girls and guys are typically not the hair expert they need. However, I don’t think getting them dressed should be this hard!
I made the mistake of telling T-rex he can get them dressed in “whatever”. I know all the moms out there are laughing their butts off at me right now. I have learned my lesson!
Lilly~ Pink, bright pink sweat pants. Matching Pink, well a different shade of just as bright pink, baby doll long sleeved, shirt. No shoes, no socks, hair a mess.
Dino~ Black sweat pants. Brand new long sleeved school shirt. (did not go together that shirt needed jeans, fact sweats go with nothing but her TKD clothes) No shoes, no socks, hair standing up.
Rae~ Pants a size to small, last year’s long sleeved shirt (you know the one with the big stain on it, that is kept for play clothes, which would be the weekend only we had places to go this weekend!) no shoes, no socks, a knot in the hair so big I really think a bird was making a nest.
I know this may not sound so bad to some of the guys out there. . but it looked really bad. So here are a few pointers. .
First PINK AND BRIGHTER PINK Do not make an outfit not matter how much the 6 year old tries to tell you it does. Pink marshmallow is not attractive on anyone ever!
Shirts with the tag still on them should be left alone, it above your pay grade!
Pants should not show 2 inches of leg.
Stains are okay for play clothes on weekends ONLY when we are not going out.
Socks are required for tennis shoes.
Combs have teeth, yes it is true, but they don’t bite! Use one. Pulling hair up maybe above you but brushing it should not be.
But I have learned my lesson . . . Before I have “vacation” I will set cloths out, just stick to what I say, and don’t let the kids fool you into thinking red spandex and green sweaters work.
I think he has a mission to make me pay every time I have him get the girls ready. Now I understand that they are girls and guys are typically not the hair expert they need. However, I don’t think getting them dressed should be this hard!
I made the mistake of telling T-rex he can get them dressed in “whatever”. I know all the moms out there are laughing their butts off at me right now. I have learned my lesson!
Lilly~ Pink, bright pink sweat pants. Matching Pink, well a different shade of just as bright pink, baby doll long sleeved, shirt. No shoes, no socks, hair a mess.
Dino~ Black sweat pants. Brand new long sleeved school shirt. (did not go together that shirt needed jeans, fact sweats go with nothing but her TKD clothes) No shoes, no socks, hair standing up.
Rae~ Pants a size to small, last year’s long sleeved shirt (you know the one with the big stain on it, that is kept for play clothes, which would be the weekend only we had places to go this weekend!) no shoes, no socks, a knot in the hair so big I really think a bird was making a nest.
I know this may not sound so bad to some of the guys out there. . but it looked really bad. So here are a few pointers. .
First PINK AND BRIGHTER PINK Do not make an outfit not matter how much the 6 year old tries to tell you it does. Pink marshmallow is not attractive on anyone ever!
Shirts with the tag still on them should be left alone, it above your pay grade!
Pants should not show 2 inches of leg.
Stains are okay for play clothes on weekends ONLY when we are not going out.
Socks are required for tennis shoes.
Combs have teeth, yes it is true, but they don’t bite! Use one. Pulling hair up maybe above you but brushing it should not be.
But I have learned my lesson . . . Before I have “vacation” I will set cloths out, just stick to what I say, and don’t let the kids fool you into thinking red spandex and green sweaters work.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
I got dead today
So T-rex is still out doing training. So I don’t really worry about him that much, but miss him more than if he was at home working all the time. I love getting to hear about what he is learning, well most of it anyway. Today he called to tell me all about his great training.
T-rex: “Yeah I did pretty good. Messed up a few times, I got dead once.”
Me: “WHAT?”
T-rex: “Yeah I got dead, this guy was suicidal, but then he turned the gun on us. I didn’t feel right shooting a guy who was going to shoot himself, but now I know.”
Me: “Don’t ever call me to tell me you got dead! (LONG pause T-rex starts to giggle) Oh well I mean I guess if you can call me you’re not really dead, and that is better than you just dyeing and not calling me, but still!!”
T-rex: “Um okay. If I ever die I will not call you. . .. “
UGH I just can’t win. It is not normal for a husband to call his wife and say “I got dead” And yes it was “I got dead” not “I died”. I guess that might make a difference.
T-rex: “Yeah I did pretty good. Messed up a few times, I got dead once.”
Me: “WHAT?”
T-rex: “Yeah I got dead, this guy was suicidal, but then he turned the gun on us. I didn’t feel right shooting a guy who was going to shoot himself, but now I know.”
Me: “Don’t ever call me to tell me you got dead! (LONG pause T-rex starts to giggle) Oh well I mean I guess if you can call me you’re not really dead, and that is better than you just dyeing and not calling me, but still!!”
T-rex: “Um okay. If I ever die I will not call you. . .. “
UGH I just can’t win. It is not normal for a husband to call his wife and say “I got dead” And yes it was “I got dead” not “I died”. I guess that might make a difference.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Toys
I wish I had a job like T-rex where I could buy toys and say they are for work.
T-rex: “I need this new clipboard”
Me: “Why?”
T-rex: “It’s for work.”
I later find out it has lots of lights, which makes it a toy.
T-rex: “I need some ammo”
Me: “Look in the dryer!”
T-rex: “No, I really need some ammo, I have to go shoot so I can practice for qualifications”
Me: “No, really, go look in the dryer”
No one can tell me a guy needing ammo is anything other than for fun, and that makes ammo a toy.
T-rex: “I need a new flashlight”
Me: “Why? You already have one the department gave you”
T-rex: “Because Popeye has one that is brighter.”
Oh my gosh! Again with the lights, shinny things count as toys!
T-rex: “Look at this cuff key, I want one.”
Me: “No, you already carry 3 with you at all times, the guys in your class even made fun of you for it”
T-rex: “Yeah but I will never not have a cuff key, and this one is cool”
Okay anything he already has 3 of and calls cool is a Toy!!
T-rex: “I need a new gun”
Me: “Oh really? What is wrong with the ones you have, you only have two hands!”
T-rex: “I don’t have a XYZ 900, and it would be better for (whatever he said) and the one the department gave me is (whatever he didn’t like about it)
Me: “um . . . . . . .”
Yep it’s a toy!
How lucky he is! I want toys too! But if he talks about getting me a gun for my birthday again I might just kick him!
T-rex: “I need this new clipboard”
Me: “Why?”
T-rex: “It’s for work.”
I later find out it has lots of lights, which makes it a toy.
T-rex: “I need some ammo”
Me: “Look in the dryer!”
T-rex: “No, I really need some ammo, I have to go shoot so I can practice for qualifications”
Me: “No, really, go look in the dryer”
No one can tell me a guy needing ammo is anything other than for fun, and that makes ammo a toy.
T-rex: “I need a new flashlight”
Me: “Why? You already have one the department gave you”
T-rex: “Because Popeye has one that is brighter.”
Oh my gosh! Again with the lights, shinny things count as toys!
T-rex: “Look at this cuff key, I want one.”
Me: “No, you already carry 3 with you at all times, the guys in your class even made fun of you for it”
T-rex: “Yeah but I will never not have a cuff key, and this one is cool”
Okay anything he already has 3 of and calls cool is a Toy!!
T-rex: “I need a new gun”
Me: “Oh really? What is wrong with the ones you have, you only have two hands!”
T-rex: “I don’t have a XYZ 900, and it would be better for (whatever he said) and the one the department gave me is (whatever he didn’t like about it)
Me: “um . . . . . . .”
Yep it’s a toy!
How lucky he is! I want toys too! But if he talks about getting me a gun for my birthday again I might just kick him!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Well . . . I guess I am not perfect. .WHAT?
If I could win an award for putting my foot in my mouth the most in one day I would have an award!
Let’s start with the fact that this week, and last week, and maybe even the week before have just stunk. And in many cases literally!
Okay so I have been a little quick to anger with all the stress. Yes, and I must not be getting sleep, and any other excuse you can come up with. I pled with you dear readers don’t blame me!
You know how I got an F on my deviance proposal. . . Yeah that thing, the teacher was so mean right. Yeah stay on my side! Well I got an email back. . Bout time!
Teacher: “The 3 sentences you sent in did not cover anything in the assignment. If you would like to look over the assignment and send in a full proposal I would be happy to look at it.”
My head: “Gosh they let anyone be a teacher. Can’t even keep her students right, did she not read? HUH? Three sentences my foot (Okay I didn’t think foot, but yeah).
I wrote: “My proposal was 407 words long, a full page. It is attached again, if you can’t see it all please let me know and I will send it in an email not an attachment. Thank you again for checking into this”
Okay I can say it was a little snotty sounding, but I did try!
I then checked my sent messages, and opened the original attachment I sent. IT WAS ONLY 3 SENTENCES LONG!!! It was a VERY rough draft of my project idea! Truly I have no idea how that happened as the full thing is saved to my computer, and nothing else.
And even with that she gave me like a 40% I should be happy!
T-rex said this is why cops wait until they get all the facts before they start jumping to conclusions about people or things. I say PLAH.
I quickly emailed the teacher back explaining that she was right, and I was wrong, and I don’t know how that happened etc. She replied back that she will change my grade accordingly tomorrow. So I will not know how I did until tomorrow afternoon.
Right now I will be happy with a C (which I would only really be happy with if this was Spanish class!).
Sadly this is only the latest of my social mess ups. . . I guess I am more deviant than I thought!
*** I got an A on the proposal and am cleared to give it a go!! I even got a 100% So even with messing my brilliance is great! hahaha okay so I not so sure about that either! ****
Edit 9/30/2010
Let’s start with the fact that this week, and last week, and maybe even the week before have just stunk. And in many cases literally!
Okay so I have been a little quick to anger with all the stress. Yes, and I must not be getting sleep, and any other excuse you can come up with. I pled with you dear readers don’t blame me!
You know how I got an F on my deviance proposal. . . Yeah that thing, the teacher was so mean right. Yeah stay on my side! Well I got an email back. . Bout time!
Teacher: “The 3 sentences you sent in did not cover anything in the assignment. If you would like to look over the assignment and send in a full proposal I would be happy to look at it.”
My head: “Gosh they let anyone be a teacher. Can’t even keep her students right, did she not read? HUH? Three sentences my foot (Okay I didn’t think foot, but yeah).
I wrote: “My proposal was 407 words long, a full page. It is attached again, if you can’t see it all please let me know and I will send it in an email not an attachment. Thank you again for checking into this”
Okay I can say it was a little snotty sounding, but I did try!
I then checked my sent messages, and opened the original attachment I sent. IT WAS ONLY 3 SENTENCES LONG!!! It was a VERY rough draft of my project idea! Truly I have no idea how that happened as the full thing is saved to my computer, and nothing else.
And even with that she gave me like a 40% I should be happy!
T-rex said this is why cops wait until they get all the facts before they start jumping to conclusions about people or things. I say PLAH.
I quickly emailed the teacher back explaining that she was right, and I was wrong, and I don’t know how that happened etc. She replied back that she will change my grade accordingly tomorrow. So I will not know how I did until tomorrow afternoon.
Right now I will be happy with a C (which I would only really be happy with if this was Spanish class!).
Sadly this is only the latest of my social mess ups. . . I guess I am more deviant than I thought!
*** I got an A on the proposal and am cleared to give it a go!! I even got a 100% So even with messing my brilliance is great! hahaha okay so I not so sure about that either! ****
Edit 9/30/2010
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