Whoops, forgot to add the blog yesterday.
Well, I'm not positive, but I think I'm pregnant. My boobs are huge (comparatively speaking, of course. I'm not a big person to begin with), I'm exhausted, and well, let's just say we've been very active lately, so the chances are pretty strong. I don't want to ge all excited and hyped up if I'm not, but I guess it's too late.
My cousin's baby was born late last week. He is HUGE! And he looks just like his daddy. However, they posted a bunch of photos to shutterfly, and there's one photo which is a bit questionable. I understand the fact that in the delivery room, you're in a pretty compromising position, but I'm wondering if she knew what she was posting when she threw them up. I told J if a photo like that of me is ever put on the internet, it would be grounds for divorce.
I bought another book Monday night, "The Thinking Woman's guide to a Better Birth." I am one of those people that likes to be as educated as possible about things i'm getting into, and this book is pretty in depth about different approaches to birth, such as elective c-sections, labor induction, mid-wives, epidurals, etc. And it has quite an exhaustive appendix of sources cited, studies used, and supporting professionals. I already had the initial reaction that hey, women have been giving birth since time immemorial, so just let it happen the way it's supposed to happen. This book is helping to solidify that philosophy for me. Basically (right now, anyway) I feel like I don't want medical intervention (i.e. surgery) unless it's absolutely necessary. I don't want to have a cesarean, I don't want to be flat on my back, I don't want chemical induction, etc. Now, if it comes down to it, and my hips just aren't big enough, or the baby is backwards, breech, in distress; fine, cut her out. But I have a hard time with having medical treatments "Just because," and that includes cutting a baby out. Hell, I don't even want to have my metal illings replaced with ceramic ones. This metal one is working just fine, thank you. If it starts to fall out or disintegrate, we'll talk then.
The book talks a lot about the use of oxytocin (Pitocin) to increase contraction strength, which increases pain but in theory decreases time in labor. I'm sure they don't tell you about the pain increase, though. They're just interested in speeding up the birth as fast as possible. Then women turn to epidurals to relieve the pain, which increases the need for Pitocin because your body just isn't reacting as well anymore to the contractions, plus you can't push as strongly..Basically obstetrics creates this vicious cycle of medical intervention for birth. I'm sorry, but women have been doing this FOR EVER! Plus, it used to be routine to give birth at home. I can't say as I'm going that route, because I'd like to be near the help if I need it. Nothing wrong with that. But it turns out there is actually no solid proof that maternal and infant mortality rates dropped when it became the norm to give birth in hospitals. They actually stayed the same, and in some cases, increased.
It's a neat book. My goal is to go about it as naturally as possible.
But things change. Plus, I could be just fat right now. I have been eating a lot lately....
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Dear Penthouse Letters
haha, fooled you with that one. Was that mean?
I have a compendium of thoughts today....
First of all, how did I miss President Bush getting caught saying shit on tape? Apparently, it's all the buzz and I didn't hear a thing about it until this morning.
This video of the uber-viral mentos/soda 'myth' debunking is pretty amusing. Guys I work with already tried this stunt in back of the building...I can only say I wish I'd been notified before, but at least someone caught it on video and it's been circulating the department. The thing is to put a full package of mint mentos in a 2-liter of soda (apparently diet works better) and you have an instantaneous fountain of soda 15 feet in the air. It works for the same reason a root beer float does, only on steroids. I'm not going to link to them; go to Google video and search for mentos + soda. You'll have nothing short of a million videos to watch of people doing this.
Clerks II comes out today. Hubby and I want to see it. We're pretty big fans of Kevin Smith and the whole View Askew crew. I have to say that the funniest thing I've heard about this movie so far is that movie critic Joel Siegel walked out 40 minutes into the screening. Apparently he was being loud and obnoxious about a joke that he misunderstood, and didn't even stick around to hear the punch line. How is he going to review the movie now?
The Onion has some pretty amusing articles sometimes...Bush rolls back death toll in Iraq to zero.
Got the Post Secret book yesterday. Had dinner and pottery painting with several of the girls in my family. None of them had ever heard of PostSecret, so I shared the book with them and we all discussed if we knew what our own secret(s) would be, and if we knew how we'd decorate them. One cousin said she knew (almost immediately) what her secret would be. SIL still couldn't think of anything by the time the night was over. Fun exercise, though.
OK so last night (really this morning), the dogs all wake me up. It's roughly 5:15. And storming outside. So I figure either the storm is making them frazzled or they have to potty. I dutifully crawled out of bed, and we traipse (more like thunder; 18 legs isn't tiptoeing) down the stairs. All 4 dogs go out, do their business, and come back inside. I crawl back in bed, joined by my little girl pup, who snuggles right up to go back to sleep. Charlie flops down on his bed. JoJo, one of my dogs-in-law, tries to hop up on the bed, and due to his wet feet I kick him off. Repeat with Gio. Then Gio sits next to the bed whining and crying. I yell at him to lay down. A full size bed is barely enough for one person and one medium size dog, so the 90 lb lab/shepherd mix is going to have to suck it up on the floor. Whine, whine, whine. Then it stops. Miraculously there is 30 seconds of peaceful quiet. then I hear rain inside the house. Wait, we just had the roof replaced 3 months ago. That's not rain, THAT'S GIO PEEING IN MY HOUSE AGAIN. Apparently he hadn't gone outside. Now, if I hadn't let him out not LESS THAN 2 MINUTES PRIOR, I could see not being angry, especially if he tried to wake me and couldn't. But now I have been woken up two hours prior to my alarm, and I have to clean up stinky dog piss. Again this week. How am I going to go back to sleep after waking up enough to clean that up? I proceed to let fly a stream of colorful phrases. I put Gio in the crate so I can clean up without him in my face. Charlie is now hiding from my wrath in the back bedroom. Holly is standing close by, waiting for the appropriate moment to help me calm down. I think JoJo was hiding in the bathroom at this point. And Gio keeps whining. So now I'm thinking, maybe he didn't let it all out on my (fabric) chair and 90 year-old hardwood floors. I take him back ouside. the fucker takes a look around, and then has a seat on the porch. You have GOT to be kidding me! By the time I get him back inside, I am seeing red, and my blood pressure is so high I'm bordering on an aneurysm. Holly keeps giving me kisses and hugs and tries to get me to relax. She cuddled next to me until I got another nap of a half hour or so. Ugh.
So it wasn't the best start to my Friday. I would love to see video of Colin Farrell getting harangued by some random woman at a taping of the Tonight Show, though, so if anybody knows where to find it....
There have been quite a string of shootings, homicides, and accidents severe enough to shut down the freeway lately in Cincinnati...is it the heat wave? Or is it coincidence that they're all happening in immediate succession? I mean we're talking a shooting-related death three separate days in a row, and four (at least) severe accidents days in a row.
*update*
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So since I posted this, Gio has attacked JoJo, his 'brother', once unprovoked, and attacked Charlie an hour later. Charlie was putting up a good fight though, and J and I were pretty scared. JoJo leaped into the fray and dragged Gio down by the scruff of his neck, which ended the fight after that. I was pretty impressed with JoJo's actions, since he tends to be below Gio in the pack order. I am beginning to fear something is wrong with Gio health-wise; perhaps his eyes or back or something. Dogs in pain are known to become aggressively defensive; this is why they tell you if you don't know what you're doing, not to approach a dog that's been hit by a car. And the first thing they dow ith seriously injured dogs is to muzzle them. I even know how to create an impromptu muzzle with a towel or t-shirt. So I call my mom to tell her this, and she snaps at me "I can't get him checked out now, I'm in the middle of Times Square."
Well no fucking shit, genius, I didn't expect you to fly back to Ohio from NY right this second. I had to hang up on her before I started yelling at her to stop being such a bitch. We aren't going to be able to watch her dogs anymore, because now I'm afraid he's going to bite one of us in a fight, or seriously injure Holly, who knows. I don't think he's going to bite one of us randomly, but when they jump into a fight like this, it's almost impossible to see it coming. And we've been standing right there with them half the time. I guess she's being defensive. But if she doesn't get some therapy soon, and stop acting out on all her rage, she's going to alienate herself pretty damn quickly.
I have a compendium of thoughts today....
First of all, how did I miss President Bush getting caught saying shit on tape? Apparently, it's all the buzz and I didn't hear a thing about it until this morning.
This video of the uber-viral mentos/soda 'myth' debunking is pretty amusing. Guys I work with already tried this stunt in back of the building...I can only say I wish I'd been notified before, but at least someone caught it on video and it's been circulating the department. The thing is to put a full package of mint mentos in a 2-liter of soda (apparently diet works better) and you have an instantaneous fountain of soda 15 feet in the air. It works for the same reason a root beer float does, only on steroids. I'm not going to link to them; go to Google video and search for mentos + soda. You'll have nothing short of a million videos to watch of people doing this.
Clerks II comes out today. Hubby and I want to see it. We're pretty big fans of Kevin Smith and the whole View Askew crew. I have to say that the funniest thing I've heard about this movie so far is that movie critic Joel Siegel walked out 40 minutes into the screening. Apparently he was being loud and obnoxious about a joke that he misunderstood, and didn't even stick around to hear the punch line. How is he going to review the movie now?
The Onion has some pretty amusing articles sometimes...Bush rolls back death toll in Iraq to zero.
Got the Post Secret book yesterday. Had dinner and pottery painting with several of the girls in my family. None of them had ever heard of PostSecret, so I shared the book with them and we all discussed if we knew what our own secret(s) would be, and if we knew how we'd decorate them. One cousin said she knew (almost immediately) what her secret would be. SIL still couldn't think of anything by the time the night was over. Fun exercise, though.
OK so last night (really this morning), the dogs all wake me up. It's roughly 5:15. And storming outside. So I figure either the storm is making them frazzled or they have to potty. I dutifully crawled out of bed, and we traipse (more like thunder; 18 legs isn't tiptoeing) down the stairs. All 4 dogs go out, do their business, and come back inside. I crawl back in bed, joined by my little girl pup, who snuggles right up to go back to sleep. Charlie flops down on his bed. JoJo, one of my dogs-in-law, tries to hop up on the bed, and due to his wet feet I kick him off. Repeat with Gio. Then Gio sits next to the bed whining and crying. I yell at him to lay down. A full size bed is barely enough for one person and one medium size dog, so the 90 lb lab/shepherd mix is going to have to suck it up on the floor. Whine, whine, whine. Then it stops. Miraculously there is 30 seconds of peaceful quiet. then I hear rain inside the house. Wait, we just had the roof replaced 3 months ago. That's not rain, THAT'S GIO PEEING IN MY HOUSE AGAIN. Apparently he hadn't gone outside. Now, if I hadn't let him out not LESS THAN 2 MINUTES PRIOR, I could see not being angry, especially if he tried to wake me and couldn't. But now I have been woken up two hours prior to my alarm, and I have to clean up stinky dog piss. Again this week. How am I going to go back to sleep after waking up enough to clean that up? I proceed to let fly a stream of colorful phrases. I put Gio in the crate so I can clean up without him in my face. Charlie is now hiding from my wrath in the back bedroom. Holly is standing close by, waiting for the appropriate moment to help me calm down. I think JoJo was hiding in the bathroom at this point. And Gio keeps whining. So now I'm thinking, maybe he didn't let it all out on my (fabric) chair and 90 year-old hardwood floors. I take him back ouside. the fucker takes a look around, and then has a seat on the porch. You have GOT to be kidding me! By the time I get him back inside, I am seeing red, and my blood pressure is so high I'm bordering on an aneurysm. Holly keeps giving me kisses and hugs and tries to get me to relax. She cuddled next to me until I got another nap of a half hour or so. Ugh.
So it wasn't the best start to my Friday. I would love to see video of Colin Farrell getting harangued by some random woman at a taping of the Tonight Show, though, so if anybody knows where to find it....
There have been quite a string of shootings, homicides, and accidents severe enough to shut down the freeway lately in Cincinnati...is it the heat wave? Or is it coincidence that they're all happening in immediate succession? I mean we're talking a shooting-related death three separate days in a row, and four (at least) severe accidents days in a row.
*update*
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So since I posted this, Gio has attacked JoJo, his 'brother', once unprovoked, and attacked Charlie an hour later. Charlie was putting up a good fight though, and J and I were pretty scared. JoJo leaped into the fray and dragged Gio down by the scruff of his neck, which ended the fight after that. I was pretty impressed with JoJo's actions, since he tends to be below Gio in the pack order. I am beginning to fear something is wrong with Gio health-wise; perhaps his eyes or back or something. Dogs in pain are known to become aggressively defensive; this is why they tell you if you don't know what you're doing, not to approach a dog that's been hit by a car. And the first thing they dow ith seriously injured dogs is to muzzle them. I even know how to create an impromptu muzzle with a towel or t-shirt. So I call my mom to tell her this, and she snaps at me "I can't get him checked out now, I'm in the middle of Times Square."
Well no fucking shit, genius, I didn't expect you to fly back to Ohio from NY right this second. I had to hang up on her before I started yelling at her to stop being such a bitch. We aren't going to be able to watch her dogs anymore, because now I'm afraid he's going to bite one of us in a fight, or seriously injure Holly, who knows. I don't think he's going to bite one of us randomly, but when they jump into a fight like this, it's almost impossible to see it coming. And we've been standing right there with them half the time. I guess she's being defensive. But if she doesn't get some therapy soon, and stop acting out on all her rage, she's going to alienate herself pretty damn quickly.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
If it pays a lot, there's a reason. it usually sucks.
Damn blogspot. I just composed a really good entry, only to have it disappear when I hit "publish". Grr.
Negative, Ghostrider has a good post today about the 9/11 movies coming out. you should read it. If only I could figure out how to permalink to the post...
J got forced into overtime again this morning. He works midnight to 8 am, and comes home to go to sleep on a normal day. This means he sleeps all day while I am at work, and is up around the time I come home. We have dinner, spend time together, run errands or watch TV. today he got stuck working till noon, which means he is dragging ass. And is still asleep at 6:30 while I write this post (again, I might add). I always accept this and work around it, but dammit I want to bitch about it today! I want to spend time with him! Thbbt.
OK, I'm done.
Clicked over to TechEBlog's top 5 Strangest Military Gadgets today. Pretty cool stuff. My favorite is the BigDog, but I can see the most benefit out of the Cornershot. Correct me if I am wrong, but doesn't it look like a regular handgun snaps into that thing? It basically enables you to fire around corners using a digital imager to see what's there. My main concern is that the targets are painted bright green, while civilians/hostages have red 'vests'. Do the targets need to be that distinctive from the non-targets? That could be pretty bad. But I could imagine the benefits would far outweigh the drawbacks of this weapon.
Negative, Ghostrider has a good post today about the 9/11 movies coming out. you should read it. If only I could figure out how to permalink to the post...
J got forced into overtime again this morning. He works midnight to 8 am, and comes home to go to sleep on a normal day. This means he sleeps all day while I am at work, and is up around the time I come home. We have dinner, spend time together, run errands or watch TV. today he got stuck working till noon, which means he is dragging ass. And is still asleep at 6:30 while I write this post (again, I might add). I always accept this and work around it, but dammit I want to bitch about it today! I want to spend time with him! Thbbt.
OK, I'm done.
Clicked over to TechEBlog's top 5 Strangest Military Gadgets today. Pretty cool stuff. My favorite is the BigDog, but I can see the most benefit out of the Cornershot. Correct me if I am wrong, but doesn't it look like a regular handgun snaps into that thing? It basically enables you to fire around corners using a digital imager to see what's there. My main concern is that the targets are painted bright green, while civilians/hostages have red 'vests'. Do the targets need to be that distinctive from the non-targets? That could be pretty bad. But I could imagine the benefits would far outweigh the drawbacks of this weapon.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Sex, drugs & rock n roll. OK, no drugs.
Today I heard the song "Inside of You" by Hoobastank again. That song rocks! Kinda goes along with "Crazy Bitch" by Buckcherry.
J was off last night and again tonight. But we were talking about sexual harassment and he mentioned that if someone wasn't used to it, and they walked into the barn (their name for the station), they'd be horrified. I admit I am pretty used to crass discussions, and in the right mood I can add my own $.02, but technically that constitutes sexual harassment. I wouldn't personally be offended and report somebody for talking about general topics. But if I was really offended I would probably call that guy out on the floor and tell him to shut his mouth because he's being an idiot. Then again, I don't really have to worry about that kind of thing, working in the corporate world. I only have to worry about letting the occasional 4-letter word slip through. Jim, on the other hand, never has to watch his mouth at work. I have suggested to him that perhaps he ought to keep it clean around the public, but I think I got laughed at.
Anyway, I am not bothered by someone talking about general sex. I tend to not get offended by much until they start to talk about stereotyping, or talking down about women to perpetuate the "barefoot and pregnant" bullshit.
J says nobody does it as harassment. There are a few female deputies at his post, and they seem to chip in as much. I think that would be a common defense against it. I get that it's not intentional. But the line gets drawn when someone doesn't appreciate that kind of banter, and is too intimidated, I guess, to say something about it. It makes for an uncomfortable work environment. But it seems the guys were all like that at his last department, too. There were no female officers there. And firemen also tend to have potty mouths, at least in my limited experience. Is this something that perpetuates itself in a largely fraternal environment? Are most departments like that? Is it stress relief?
Anyway, the only time it becomes a problem is around our nieces, who are not-quite-2 and 4 1/2 years old. Since he doesn't have to watch his mouth at home, or at work, it seems to be next-to-impossible for him to watch it around the girls. Since the younger niece is at that "I repeat EVERYTHING" stage, it's a problem again. The best was when his sister called and left this message:
"Hey J it's your sister. I just had to let you know the choice phrase your niece used the other day, and I KNOW she learned it from you. And I quote, "Mommy, this movie is fucking silly. Thanks a lot." Click.
I had to laugh because in this family, J is definitely the only person who would use 'fucking silly'. If you've never heard the wav file "Usage of the word fuck", you definitely need to enlighten yourself. J has probably used it in every possible way. Adjective, adverb, noun, verb...so does it shock me that they all talk this way on his shift? Is it par for the course?
J was off last night and again tonight. But we were talking about sexual harassment and he mentioned that if someone wasn't used to it, and they walked into the barn (their name for the station), they'd be horrified. I admit I am pretty used to crass discussions, and in the right mood I can add my own $.02, but technically that constitutes sexual harassment. I wouldn't personally be offended and report somebody for talking about general topics. But if I was really offended I would probably call that guy out on the floor and tell him to shut his mouth because he's being an idiot. Then again, I don't really have to worry about that kind of thing, working in the corporate world. I only have to worry about letting the occasional 4-letter word slip through. Jim, on the other hand, never has to watch his mouth at work. I have suggested to him that perhaps he ought to keep it clean around the public, but I think I got laughed at.
Anyway, I am not bothered by someone talking about general sex. I tend to not get offended by much until they start to talk about stereotyping, or talking down about women to perpetuate the "barefoot and pregnant" bullshit.
J says nobody does it as harassment. There are a few female deputies at his post, and they seem to chip in as much. I think that would be a common defense against it. I get that it's not intentional. But the line gets drawn when someone doesn't appreciate that kind of banter, and is too intimidated, I guess, to say something about it. It makes for an uncomfortable work environment. But it seems the guys were all like that at his last department, too. There were no female officers there. And firemen also tend to have potty mouths, at least in my limited experience. Is this something that perpetuates itself in a largely fraternal environment? Are most departments like that? Is it stress relief?
Anyway, the only time it becomes a problem is around our nieces, who are not-quite-2 and 4 1/2 years old. Since he doesn't have to watch his mouth at home, or at work, it seems to be next-to-impossible for him to watch it around the girls. Since the younger niece is at that "I repeat EVERYTHING" stage, it's a problem again. The best was when his sister called and left this message:
"Hey J it's your sister. I just had to let you know the choice phrase your niece used the other day, and I KNOW she learned it from you. And I quote, "Mommy, this movie is fucking silly. Thanks a lot." Click.
I had to laugh because in this family, J is definitely the only person who would use 'fucking silly'. If you've never heard the wav file "Usage of the word fuck", you definitely need to enlighten yourself. J has probably used it in every possible way. Adjective, adverb, noun, verb...so does it shock me that they all talk this way on his shift? Is it par for the course?
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Life of a Wife
Been surfing a lot of the other cop blogs out there, especially LAPD wife. Found this post, which is pretty damn funny and also really true. It's things that only a police spouse is bound to hear. I have to say the only one I haven't heard (or heard a variation of), is asking a prostitute what she's doing later. Then I read this post about police wives in the media. Made me think of the time I spoke to the news reporter outside the station (boy was J not happy about that) about the illustrious mayor of our little burg calling the police chief on the main line to the station (the lines are all taped going in and out) and calling my husband and a few other guys there assholes and bragging that they would soon be gone, etc. He was pissed because, shortly after attempting to get my husband and two other cops, as well as four of the firemen all laid off because he'd rather "kick off parades and kiss babies" than actually protect the people who elected him; well, he was pissed because then he tried to wave to J and (shock!) J didn't wave back. so he decided to call the station and start swearing up a storm, claiming he was being followed around town home from the bars, etc....anyway, I don't want to get into all that bullshit. But it made me realize it's probably a pretty good thing I didn't do this blog then. I would have used up all the free space blogger has to offer me with a lot of swear words. (Wouldn't you know it, I can't find an archived article anywhere about that situation.) Anyway, her post is really about how police wives are portrayed in Hollywood, and how we don't really fit any of those stereotypes. I have to say I don't think I've ever met a police wife who fits any of those stereotypes. No badge bunnies, only one partnership that was two officers, and, by and large, strong, supportive women with lives of their own. I'd like to think that I support J as much as I possibly can. I don't harangue him when he doesn't get chores done because of overtime (and the overwhelming need to actually attempt to get a few hours of decent sleep), I listen to him rant when he runs into the supreme a-holes on the street, and I try to be his best friend. God knows he is my best friend beyond anything I ever could have expected. I just hope I am being that for him.
Just found another blog, although it doesn't look like she updates very often.
http://behindthebadge.blogspot.com/
Frone is a cute phonetic mis-spelling of freund, the german word for friend. You have to have seen the show Animaniacs when it was on to get the joke, but J's screenname, when we first met (in person, not online) was Fronelavin. Eventually I became Froneamy, and I've been Frone online for a long time now. So it seemed to fit when I started the blog. But in the process of nurturing this little blog, I'm seeing the need to change it. I'm debating changing the name of my blog to Badge Bunny. But I know that can be a derogatory term so I'm still debating it. Although he didn't become a cop until we'd been together five years already, J had always, from the day I met him, wanted to be a police officer. And we've been married over three years now, and he's been a cop for four. And I have to be honest, I like cops. They're great guys! They're hysterical, honest, hard working...hmm, seems like I have a theme of 'h' adjectives going here...so have I become a badge bunny from being around them, seeing behind the scenes, and so on? Definitely. Have I become a badge bunny in the sense that I will go after a hot cop just because he's in uniform? Ew, no. nevermind the fact that I am married! But in the sense that I go after a cop whenever I'm in the mood? Well...I can only say he loves it!
I just realized I'm sitting here blogging in one of his academy t-shirts that I inherited when he got back. Yeah, I think I'm changing the name.
Dammit, I want a better cutesy nickname than badge bunny! why don't cops wives have a nickname this catchy?
Just found another blog, although it doesn't look like she updates very often.
http://behindthebadge.blogspot.com/
Frone is a cute phonetic mis-spelling of freund, the german word for friend. You have to have seen the show Animaniacs when it was on to get the joke, but J's screenname, when we first met (in person, not online) was Fronelavin. Eventually I became Froneamy, and I've been Frone online for a long time now. So it seemed to fit when I started the blog. But in the process of nurturing this little blog, I'm seeing the need to change it. I'm debating changing the name of my blog to Badge Bunny. But I know that can be a derogatory term so I'm still debating it. Although he didn't become a cop until we'd been together five years already, J had always, from the day I met him, wanted to be a police officer. And we've been married over three years now, and he's been a cop for four. And I have to be honest, I like cops. They're great guys! They're hysterical, honest, hard working...hmm, seems like I have a theme of 'h' adjectives going here...so have I become a badge bunny from being around them, seeing behind the scenes, and so on? Definitely. Have I become a badge bunny in the sense that I will go after a hot cop just because he's in uniform? Ew, no. nevermind the fact that I am married! But in the sense that I go after a cop whenever I'm in the mood? Well...I can only say he loves it!
I just realized I'm sitting here blogging in one of his academy t-shirts that I inherited when he got back. Yeah, I think I'm changing the name.
Dammit, I want a better cutesy nickname than badge bunny! why don't cops wives have a nickname this catchy?
Friday, July 14, 2006
Yay!
Look, I found some other cop blogs!
http://jmenad.typepad.com/lapdwife/
http://coppersblog.blogspot.com/
http://law-chronicles.blogspot.com/ (this guy's funny)
http://negative-ghostrider.blogspot.com/ so's this guy. Plus my husband would love all his pop-culture references. YOU BOYS LIKE MEXICO???
http://copscopblog.blogspot.com/
http://jmenad.typepad.com/lapdwife/
http://coppersblog.blogspot.com/
http://law-chronicles.blogspot.com/ (this guy's funny)
http://negative-ghostrider.blogspot.com/ so's this guy. Plus my husband would love all his pop-culture references. YOU BOYS LIKE MEXICO???
http://copscopblog.blogspot.com/
The ups and downs of summer
Well my birthday was two weeks ago...considering it's been a month since I updated I guess that's not really a surprise. Lots of birthdays have been occurring. It was fairly good; we had a fire in the pit, Scott, Alison, Andrew, Justin, and my mom all came over. We went out after that, and boogied down. It was good. Then my mom got super-emotional from the alcohol at the end of the night and was crying about being pregnant with me at 21 so she couldn't drink, and why don't people like her, etc. I get that people do that when they drink, sometimes, but it was a lot to deal with. And it got in the way of J's amorous intentions that night, too. The following night we went out again, but this time she wasn't in a sad mood. She was easily pissed off, and the night ended with her yelling at some random guy. Yikes.
On the plus side, it's been two weeks since my birthday and I haven't lost any friends! Of course, when you don't have many friends it's statistically easier to not lose them but....it's a good start to this year of my life.
Earlier this year, a police officer was shot in the face here in Cincinnati. The shooter was sentenced earlier this week, to 33 years in prison with no possibility of early release for good behavior. That's a relief, at least. She survived only because his gun malfunctioned when he tried to shoot her again. I cannot tell you how relieved I am that she survived, and how angry this makes me. She was shot because she was doing her job, and because she represented something this young man didn't like. You don't get that with many professions.
Another officer in Cincinnati was shot this week, but fortunately his vest saved him. He was shot in the abdomen when he tried to talk to a guy who was LITTERING! Honestly, pick the damn can up and throw it away, it's definitely not worth someone's life over it! I don't think J knows how much this shit scares me sometimes. I'm glad he works in an area of town where he doesn't get flipped off on a daily basis. I worry a little less. When he worked closer to the center of Cincinnati, well, let's just say this isn't a very police friendly city. At least they're doing something about the second shooter.
Finally signed up for my 401k yesterday. Why did I wait so long to do it? I'll tell you why, because you need a damn 40 hour course on learning what the hell you're actually getting into, that's why. 'Nuff said.
Well, it's a Friday night. I get my mom's two dogs on Sunday, since she and Cate are jetting off to NYC to dance. so I think I'm gonna go out....J had to work til noon today, he slept 8 hours and then woke up to go straight back to work at 9. Fun.
Oh, on another side note, I'm debating opening a myspace. Why? Because Ask Rocco has one, and Cate has one, and Nicole has one, and a couple businesses around town have one....and EVERYBODY'S DOING IT!
*nah*
On the plus side, it's been two weeks since my birthday and I haven't lost any friends! Of course, when you don't have many friends it's statistically easier to not lose them but....it's a good start to this year of my life.
Earlier this year, a police officer was shot in the face here in Cincinnati. The shooter was sentenced earlier this week, to 33 years in prison with no possibility of early release for good behavior. That's a relief, at least. She survived only because his gun malfunctioned when he tried to shoot her again. I cannot tell you how relieved I am that she survived, and how angry this makes me. She was shot because she was doing her job, and because she represented something this young man didn't like. You don't get that with many professions.
Another officer in Cincinnati was shot this week, but fortunately his vest saved him. He was shot in the abdomen when he tried to talk to a guy who was LITTERING! Honestly, pick the damn can up and throw it away, it's definitely not worth someone's life over it! I don't think J knows how much this shit scares me sometimes. I'm glad he works in an area of town where he doesn't get flipped off on a daily basis. I worry a little less. When he worked closer to the center of Cincinnati, well, let's just say this isn't a very police friendly city. At least they're doing something about the second shooter.
Finally signed up for my 401k yesterday. Why did I wait so long to do it? I'll tell you why, because you need a damn 40 hour course on learning what the hell you're actually getting into, that's why. 'Nuff said.
Well, it's a Friday night. I get my mom's two dogs on Sunday, since she and Cate are jetting off to NYC to dance. so I think I'm gonna go out....J had to work til noon today, he slept 8 hours and then woke up to go straight back to work at 9. Fun.
Oh, on another side note, I'm debating opening a myspace. Why? Because Ask Rocco has one, and Cate has one, and Nicole has one, and a couple businesses around town have one....and EVERYBODY'S DOING IT!
*nah*
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Bad way to begin summer
Well I haven't updated in a while because I've been busy. Busy with what? Well, J's grandmother wasn't doing so well, so we were visiting there a lot. She passed away on June 4th. We used to go over almost every Thursday and do grocery shopping for her and Aunt Edna, and then go to dinner. It was really really sad, but she went very peacefully, and all her grandchildren got to come see her before she died. It was about as good as it gets.
I was talking to my mom, who recently decided she didn't need the security system on her house, when I realized I could share with you another cop perspective. J will go on a rant every time one of the Brinks home security commercials comes on. They show a woman in her house, doing dishes, and a man kicks in the door. The alarm company calls IMMEDIATELY, to send someone out. Now, there's a whole separate reality to this. First of all, they don't call you IMMEDIATELY. The alarm has to go off for a full minute or something, whatever the allowance is if you accidentally set it off yourself. Then they call you, and they have to wait for you to answer and give them the code, or ask for assistance, or for you to *not* answer. Then they have to call the proper authorities. So in other words, if your alarm goes off, it's going to be probably 10 - 15 minutes before someone is on their way to your house. If someone's breaking in, they'll most likely be gone before the police get there. If your house is on fire, the firemen may get there in time to save the entire place from burning down, or from catching the neighbor's house on fire. But don't let the commercials fool you into thinking that the cops are going to show up a minute after the alarm goes off. Sure, they're a good thing to have, and it's a damn sight better than nobody showing up at ALL. But be realistic.
I had something else to update about but for the life of me I can't remember it. I am sick right now, with what J is calling a summer cold. My throat is sore, my glands are swollen, and my entire body feels raw and bruised. My sinuses aren't feeling too hot either. So while the weather is still gorgeous here in OH and not the nasty August sweltering heat we get, I am stuck inside in bed or on the couch.
Sort of on the baby-kick thing again. I think it has something to do with wanting another person in our life to love. I am really into families now. Sure, my family's pretty messed up. But Jim's family is so warm and loving and, I don't know, just the way you think family should be. They love you, shortcomings and all. And we can't get enough of Emma and Catie. So I think that's a pretty good reason for me and Jim to want a baby. Nevermind that I think I will be one of those darned cute pregnant girls. :) We'll see. In another month or so I could realize we can't afford a baby, and maybe I ought to go back to school, and on and on. But you live life in the NOW, right?
I was talking to my mom, who recently decided she didn't need the security system on her house, when I realized I could share with you another cop perspective. J will go on a rant every time one of the Brinks home security commercials comes on. They show a woman in her house, doing dishes, and a man kicks in the door. The alarm company calls IMMEDIATELY, to send someone out. Now, there's a whole separate reality to this. First of all, they don't call you IMMEDIATELY. The alarm has to go off for a full minute or something, whatever the allowance is if you accidentally set it off yourself. Then they call you, and they have to wait for you to answer and give them the code, or ask for assistance, or for you to *not* answer. Then they have to call the proper authorities. So in other words, if your alarm goes off, it's going to be probably 10 - 15 minutes before someone is on their way to your house. If someone's breaking in, they'll most likely be gone before the police get there. If your house is on fire, the firemen may get there in time to save the entire place from burning down, or from catching the neighbor's house on fire. But don't let the commercials fool you into thinking that the cops are going to show up a minute after the alarm goes off. Sure, they're a good thing to have, and it's a damn sight better than nobody showing up at ALL. But be realistic.
I had something else to update about but for the life of me I can't remember it. I am sick right now, with what J is calling a summer cold. My throat is sore, my glands are swollen, and my entire body feels raw and bruised. My sinuses aren't feeling too hot either. So while the weather is still gorgeous here in OH and not the nasty August sweltering heat we get, I am stuck inside in bed or on the couch.
Sort of on the baby-kick thing again. I think it has something to do with wanting another person in our life to love. I am really into families now. Sure, my family's pretty messed up. But Jim's family is so warm and loving and, I don't know, just the way you think family should be. They love you, shortcomings and all. And we can't get enough of Emma and Catie. So I think that's a pretty good reason for me and Jim to want a baby. Nevermind that I think I will be one of those darned cute pregnant girls. :) We'll see. In another month or so I could realize we can't afford a baby, and maybe I ought to go back to school, and on and on. But you live life in the NOW, right?
Thursday, May 25, 2006
nothing much but a rainy May evening
Haven't updated because there's been nothing to update. Work is long these days. My project seems to be going nowhere. For quite a while now, the prozac seemed to have been helping. This week it doesnt seem like it is so much. I am constantly irritated by little things. I found out today that Meagan was married three weeks ago. I am happy for her, but deeply saddened that we are no longer friends. It is 11 months now since we've spoken. Part of me still wants to remember how she treated me on our last visit. But most of me has forgotten that, and just misses my best friend. I still can't figure out why exactly she got it into her head that I didn't like Sacha. I didn't love him, but we barely knew each other. I can't say as I felt very welcomed by him, either. Que sera, sera, right? Seems she actually got to have her vows on the beach.
I've been drawn into Lost a lot these days, adding to the forums on The Tail Section and The Lost Experience where I can add some value. But that ended this week. So did 24 and House. I find myself restless during the evening, but not wanting to do any hobbies. Don't have much to read. Nothing good on TV. I want to shop but we don't have the money to shop right now, and I don't need anything.
Not sure what anyone would want to read here, but this can't be very uplifting. sorry.
I've been drawn into Lost a lot these days, adding to the forums on The Tail Section and The Lost Experience where I can add some value. But that ended this week. So did 24 and House. I find myself restless during the evening, but not wanting to do any hobbies. Don't have much to read. Nothing good on TV. I want to shop but we don't have the money to shop right now, and I don't need anything.
Not sure what anyone would want to read here, but this can't be very uplifting. sorry.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
fucking women's lib
Well today I had one of those "Oh you're a girl we're going to sit you in the corner and ignore you until we need copies" days. It's a long story, but I was given a project to LEAD at work, and sent to training for it, and then someone with seniority over me decided to take over my meeting and lead my project team in a different direction than he gave me. He tends to do this to other women in the department. Right now there's only 3 women in a 45 person department. Gee, sense an imbalance here? There's a lot more details that I dont' want to get into right now, but I spent an hour and a half after work ranting about it to anyone who would look at me, and feeling like feminism has died and how the hell can we expect gay people to be allowed to get married when women are still treated like complete crap in the corporate workforce?
To add insult to injury, I had quite a horrible acute allergy attack an hour before my meeting that has left my throat sore, and my nose burning. Not my best day ever.
But we're going to see Cate dance this weekend so that should be really fun. Ed's supposed to go also, but he's such a flake anymore that who knows.
Ugh...I need a tissue.
To add insult to injury, I had quite a horrible acute allergy attack an hour before my meeting that has left my throat sore, and my nose burning. Not my best day ever.
But we're going to see Cate dance this weekend so that should be really fun. Ed's supposed to go also, but he's such a flake anymore that who knows.
Ugh...I need a tissue.
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