Friday, July 29, 2011

Yeah, I know, All Cops are Jerks.

Title says it all right?

I was talking with a friend of mine, who did not have a good experience with cops and as she was telling me her story all I could think was yeah it sounds like that officer(s) is a total jerk. And although I can see why a police officer would take the stand he did. I don’t think it is right.  Furthermore it was not just one officer being extra safe with his life it was 4 officers not looking at the situation, and just treating everyone like a criminal.

Don’t get me wrong, I would rather T-rex look like a jerk and come home than be extra nice to everyone and get himself hurt.  But there is balance. And I am sick of hearing stories that make me think cops are just being jerks. 

Even more than that I hate the fight this starts with T-rex and I.  It is petty but he is unwilling to listen to anything where the LAWs in place are wrong, where the cops should just chill out, and where what he might have done is not something I agree with.  I support my husband all the way, but I also know him, and I know he is kind nice and loving and anything less that than, even for the job, can be upsetting. 

Still, stay safe guys, but don’t treat the criminals like they are less than human; unless they really are. . . .

Thursday, July 28, 2011

You guys will think I am crazy.

I have avoided posting this for a few reasons.  But you know when you find something life changing you just want to share it with everyone?  Well that is what has happened to me.  I am sure some of my readers are going to think I am crazy, but really that is not anything new.
I recently joined a company named Livinity.  I am loving all of it!  I could spend hours talking to people about it, but I am not going to have Livinity take over my blog.  Still I would feel bad if I didn’t share this great deal with everyone I know.
First let me tell you a little about me and the history I have with the company.  2 years ago I was sick of being stuck at home and making no money, and just stressed from the husband’s job and two little kids.  I was looking at all kinds of work at home jobs, most of them just didn’t fit with me, cost too much to get in, or like the few I did do it was very hard to make any money. 
 My girls dance teacher told me a little about Livinity, she asked me to come see a presentation and I feel in love. However, it was going to take me a few days to get the funds to join. During that time life happened and I never did join.  A few weeks later the company announced new bonuses that everyone who was in the company already would qualify for. I felt like I had missed my chance.  A year later the company ran a promotion which I misread. I walked down to join but was $30.00 short.  The husband didn’t get paid for two more days, a day after the promotion ended. I had missed it again.  The same day the company announced that anyone currently in the company was going to get a % of the company’s profits for life.  Now sure it might be just .004% or whatever, I don’t know but the fact that the company does that is really cool.

So when they announced that anyone can join right now for just $10.00 I jumped on it. I did whatever I could to get in. I figure at this point even if something happens and I hate it I am not out that much, but I know the potential this company has.  If anyone is looking for a part time gig to get some extra money, or something to do during the day, or motivation or whatever check it out.  I am sure some are going to think I have lost it.  But I have never felt better in my life.  The promotion ends the end of this month. So I am sorry I have taken so long to share it.

Oh and in other news T-rex even likes it which is strange.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Idiots Happen

Yesterday I was talking to T-rex’s mom.  I was telling her how t-rex was going to be in this little town at 6 when he got off work so he could pick up and bring home food from a great restaurant at 6 when they open. The town is about 20 minutes away and the guys get to bring their trucks home. So he was just going to stop charging the S.O. for time at 6 like normal pick up the food and drive right home.  It was not a busy day and he was not likely to get called out to anything.

But he was late.  Very late. Every few minutes when I was talking to T-rex’s mom I told her he was late. I guess it really was starting to get to me.  She said I should I call him, she was sick of me whining.  I told her my crazy reason for never calling when he is late.  She said to just call him.  I did call him. I ended up calling both phones he has, he didn’t pick up. Yes, let the panic set it!  It was past 7, he should have been home at like 6:30. Something happened.  I was a worried mess, it does not help that the road to that town freaks me out. 

It took him a whole 5 minutes or more to call me back.  All he said for himself was “Idiots Happen.” Turns out that on his drive home some well known clients stopped him on the side of the highway drunk beyond reason and said they needed a ride into town.  Then he started to tell me the technical stuff like how he dealt with it and calling someone on duty and blah blah, but because he was in his work truck and in uniform he had to stop and help.  And he couldn’t pick up the phone because he was telling the new officer what was going on.

When he did get home 15 minutes later he said this was bound to happen, we tried to cheat the system to get food home.  not that what he did was all that bad, we have seen the guys stop to get milk if they live out of town, or run a simple errand if they have time. It is not that big of a deal. But T-rex has always made sure he is out of uniform as soon as he can be, and the one time he plans something, he gets work to do.  He said he couldn’t bring himself to change the S.O. for it.  Karma I guess, although not really.  I mean Idiots are going to happen, and in his line of work idiots happen alot, and in our small town idiots seem to be able to find us.  But whatever.

Do your husbands’ come home in uniform, or with their patrol car?  Do they ever stop to get milk on the way home?  Is it really that strange that T-rex did this? He is able to be in any town in our county when working, so stopping work and driving right home wasn’t like he was adding more miles or using the car to run a lot of errands or anything. 

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

How to Iron a Uniform (updated)

1.       Don’t do it!

If you find that you Have to do it because of one of the following reasons go to step two:

1.       Your husband ran over his own hand

2.       Your husband recently bunt his hand making you food at midnight at your request

3.       You woke up to find that your husband has cleaned the whole house, dumped all the trash, did the wash, folded it and put it all away, the bathroom is clean, and the kids are dressed and matching!

I also say if this ever happens have your husband stay out of lighting and got a lotto ticket, or you do, because one of you has some very strange luck

2.       Don’t Do IT!  Take the uniform the dry cleaners!

Few things should stop you from being able to take the uniform to the cleaners. If however you find one of the following please go to step three:

1.       The drycleaners was a target for some ninja spies and now is just a pile of rubble

2.       A swarm of killer bees has taken over the whole block and you are highly allergic

3.       Your husband has recently arrested the dry cleaner, his wife and their teenage son, they also look like the type to know how to put out a hit.

Now depending on where you live number 3 might be a possibility, but again if the first two happen go get a lotto ticket and stay out of storms.
3.       Don’t do it!

Here are a few ways to still avoid the iron, some may work for you, some may take too much time, but all worth a little effort.

1.       Go visit your mother or mother –in-law if you can, mother-in-laws might love the opportunity to show you how you have been messing up her sons uniform.  Enjoy it, you get out of ironing.

2.       Buy him a new uniform from a company that already sends the pants out pressed.

3.       Before the terrible things could happen to make you HAVE to iron spray everything with a lot of starch and only wash when you HAVE to.

4.       Join the city commissioners or city council or whatever group votes on silly things like uniforms and push for soft, wash and wear uniforms.  .push hard.

5.       Drive the hour to the next closest dry cleaners

If all of that fails you can try your best to iron the thing, send him off to work in it anyway. Then go out and get a new newspaper and some coffee. Highlight all the drycleaners in the area, a few new places to rent for cheap, and whatever jobs you or he might be interested in.  Have all of this ready for your husband when he comes home from work all upset that he got grief for his uniform.

Friday, July 15, 2011

A year Ago

It was one year ago that I posted my first post in the blog world. I thought that I would, ya know, write something deep and profound. I have not. I have had fun instead! I have loved getting to know other police wives. I have really liked making fun of T-rex ;)

A lot has changed in just one year. Last year at this time T-rex was gone for his 6 months of training. We were new to the whole being a deputy thing, now it is old news. He knows his job now, and I know most of what to expect. . . .Which is don’t have any expectations.

I remember the first time he put on his uniform for work. Just so you know he still looks as hot as ever all dressed up. I wish I could say that all the fears went away, but just like the giddy feeling when he is dressed and ready to go it stayed.

I still worry that he is going to get hurt at work, I still stress when I don’t see him, and I still hate the fact that I don’t get to have dinner with him every night. I guess some things don’t really change. Yet, I don’t worry or stress near as much as I once did. I have learned to just let go of that and keep going.

I wish I knew what helped get past some of the silly worry. Just time I guess. Time has changed a lot. The department he works for has dealt with a lot of changes the last year, our family has too. I have worked, gone to school, stayed home with the kids, and held down the fort. Still we are growing also.

As long as we keep learning, and keep going forward I think we are doing great. Still it is nice to look back on the year and laugh at some of the silly things that happened, some of the silly things I have stressed about. And just enjoy that this year T-rex is home.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Why T-rex will stay in the basement from now on.

T-rex and I have this grill we have been trying to sale. In a last ditch effort I put it online, really cheap just to get the thing out of here. We got one call on it. The girl really sounded like she wanted it. T-rex said he would hold it for her. She came to get it today. It went something like this:

Nice Lady: “Hi! I am just going to run and get some cash, this is a really nice grill!”

T-rex: “Oh that sounds great. . . .um. . .” (He is looking her over, and she is looking him over.)

Nice Lady: “Do I know you from somewhere?”

T-rex: “I was thinking the same thing. . . .. I work for the Sheriff’s department.”

Nice Lady: (stomps foot, hand on the hips) “You pulled me over! Last week you pulled me over!”
T-rex: (Look of doom) “Um yeah, on 40?. . . . Hey I gave you a warning!!!” (Some how that made everything better.)

Everyone then laughed as the nice lady just had a look of shock on her face saying “you pulled me over!” often. T-rex was very red in the face. It takes a lot to shake the man, but I don’t think he saw this one coming.

I told him he might want to give out a few more warnings, if that is what saved his butt. Or saved the sale. Still left him red faced. I think it might be best if he stay in the basement until we know he has not pulled our guests over.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

What does a cop do to spend time with his family?

Why go to the shooting range, duh!

Well at least that is what T-rex did with his day off. Now picture this, a 7 year old who is afraid of, well almost everything, a little 3 year old who is just as cute as can be, and then Dino the 5 year old tom boy in a pink tutu.

Dino is daddy’s little girl. Dino went on the bullet at the fair with her dad, she likes purple dresses, playing in dirt, and now we can add shooting to the list!

She started out great with my old single shoot .22. It was the only gun my dad could get me to shoot and he gave it to me when I moved out on my own. I guess it was his way of getting me to protect myself, and he knew that is all I would ever shoot; too bad the sights are off on it. Dino shot that just fine, then the AR came out. T-rex got her to lie down and shot. She did great! She also got to shot his off duty something or another pistol. Yes I don’t know. Anyway here is a short video of my little 5 year old having a great time with some ammo!

You can see her little feet go up in joy.  She loved it!!

One of the casings came back and hit her in the leg; she had a little burn from it and still kept going. I wonder if I should worry or just be happy she is taking after her father. My parents say when she is president at least we would have the NRA vote and the right to keep our guns! Oh yeah you didn't know, My parents are starting Dino's Run for the presidency already. 2040!!! 

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Why I hate the news . . . . .

There are too many reasons to list

Every now and again a story will hit close to home for me. It might be about a child, and every mother feels for children who are hurt. It might be a story about something from my home town, or worse yet a town close to here. It doesn’t really matter what the story is, sometimes the news just gets to me.

I know a family that watches the news every day, ALL day. I also know a family that does not watch the news at all. They are like 3 days late to BIG news! I don’t really know the connection but the family that does not watch news is far more successful than the family that does. Still I think we as a nation need to be informed. The news doesn’t really do that, but it is the best thing we have so far.

I try to follow news stories that apply to me and my family. So local news, news about cops, news about sociology (HA! Yeah right, I already get enough of that in college), and news about family stuff and such. I let the rest alone. The bad thing about local news is it all hits close to home, the bad thing with news about cops is um, that also hits close to home.

So far I guess I should count myself lucky there have not been any local news stories about cops . . . well other than that one and it was not too good.

After I posted this me and the family went on a walk and it hit me that I left this with the thought that Our Local cops here in my town had some bad news.  No, they did not.  It was Local in the idea that we sadly knew of some of the people and we could drive there. . . In a small town like this that is close to local ;)  T-rex's department has not had any bad news in the time he has been here.  I hope it stays that way. 

Monday, July 4, 2011

Here let me share my husband with you and your family.

T-rex had to work the day our town did the fireworks. He pulled 15 hours, gone from his family again. He spent his celebration time chasing cows, dealing with drug dealers, warrants and everything else. Still he was able to stop by where we were sitting to say hello before the fireworks started. Even in that moment he was my husband second and a cop first.

When a “civilian” stopped him with a question he had to stop being husband and father and be cop. The switch was so fast. He was cool and sexy and professional. I was left in the background. The whole time I was ready to cry. The person talking to him just kept on talking without a thought that this was the only time I would have a minute to see my husband all day. They didn’t care that it was rare for us to have a chance to see each other, it never occurs to other people that his job takes him to places where it’s posted “extreme danger: Stay Back!” That I worry even if it is something silly. That I go days without seeing him at all. He got a call on his radio and was gone before I could say goodbye.

He spends his days going to solve and help the issues of other families. We stay back until he can be dad and husband again. Out in public people only see his uniform. He is only a cop, nothing else to them. I see a father and a husband, the man I love. Still I have to share him.

In our small town everyone knows who the cops are, so even if he is out of uniform he is a cop to everyone in town. People don’t see the father, or the husband, they only see the cop. It is sad to be second at times, and yet it makes me so proud. No one sees it but, he is my husband!