Monday, December 30, 2013
Love me some CHOCOLATE! Love Robyn!
It was hard at times. Now, with teenagers, it was a perk. You can really keep an eye out on your kiddo, embarrass them as much or as often as you like. What was difficult to swallow was when cop's kids were ashamed of their parent's profession out of fear of peer pressure. Top that with all the dynamics at home and work and it makes a woman crazy. Plus, it is different being a cop mother than a cop father. Reality, but truth.
So...next time you look at a women in blue with a shiny badge, think twice about all the outside forces, home life, or motherhood affecting her every minute of the day. Think about how she keeps all that together at home-her personal life, her work situations, the pressures of every day life, citizen pulls, and administration pushes, just so she can be a good, stable cop and outstanding law enforcement officer to her community. Chances are...being a mother is first on her mind and she has to put that aside to focus on the task at hand...fighting a bad guy, arresting a child molester, making a traffic stop, talking to a parent, buying a glass of lemonade at your kid's lemonade stand...or maybe in this weather...hot chocolate.
And yes, cops are moms and dads, too.
- Liability Trends and Issues
- New Case Law
- High Risk Personnel and Administration
- Fit for Duty, Fitness Programs, Wellness
- Character/Integrity Issues Of Police Officers From The Bottom Up
Friday, December 27, 2013
Also...because it's Friday fun day...The Boogie Man Is My Friend goes on Kindle Countdown sale on December 29th for 99 cents which has nothing to do with a Friday.
My wonderful friend has a better deal. Hers is free-NOW! Get it! It's great! I dubbed it AWESOME SAUCE! You will like it, too!
Thursday, December 26, 2013
On the forefront today...Yuri found a good topic of discussion as I thought he might. Let's see how you like it...
Ok. First story. What do you think? Some things to ponder...
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
In 1984, my parents separated right after Christmas and I can still feel that gut wrenching feeling from that Christmas. I try not to go there. Each year mom and dad went to great lengths (not financially) to make Christmas time bright again. Mom would find the biggest and fattest Christmas tree and decorate it until nothing green showed through. Dad would get creative and add new lights each year.
One year when I came home from college, he had chopped down a sagebrush, painted it with spray snow and put umpteen lights on it, topped with an angel and chuck full of ornaments. He made an injected turkey and a feast for a king.
Each year, he would rack his brain to come up with special gifts. Most often it was gun related. I was very happy with that choice. This particular Christmas I came back for spring break and the tree was still up, all the other decorations were put away, but the tree was still up and he plugged it in every night. I thought my dad had lost it. I asked him what in the world was going on. He said it was so pretty, he couldn't take it down and enjoyed it every night as it reminded him of Alex and I that Christmas day and the happiness in the house. I talked him into taking it down and moving on with spring. He was sad that day I packed everything away and took the tree out. Maybe he knew. It was the last Christmas we had with him. Four short months later, my dad passed away in 1989.
From then on, even while married, I couldn't get into Christmas. Mom tried. My friends tried. I tried. The spirit was gone.
In 2000, I had Bug. She brought the Christmas spirit back. Each year, the spirit has grown more and more and I found I still BELIEVE. With each year passing, I felt my parents' Christmas spirit and magic that they passed down to us kids finally coming back.
She was supposed to be in Wyoming with her dad this year, but he cancelled those plans, so I knew I had to make it extra special. I got out all the decorations and had her help me with the tree and the house. She plugs the lights in at night, she lights candles, she plays Christmas music. This year was the first year she found out how Santa Claus traditions are carried out. It broke my heart. I knew it was coming, but throughout the years, I was a good story teller. She told me it was OK. She still knew the true meaning of Christmas and talked about Jesus. She said she still BELIEVES in Santa Claus, even if she knows his legend lives on through her parents. After giving me hugs and telling me how special her Christmas has been, I too, still BELIEVE.
I have had a very special Christmas time. I hope you and yours still BELIEVE in the magic of Christmas, even if it was reinvented again like mine. Be a kid again. Have fun. Show your love for others. Don't be a poopy pants sissy la la bedwetter. I was and I was miserable for many years past. I'm glad it is just that...in the past. If you love, you will get love in return.
I like to give. I like to show my love for my family, friends, and even strangers. We took toys to the fire station, gave cookies to the neighbors, dropped change in the Salvation Army buckets, put money in the firefighter boots, and spent time with friends delivering cheer. The family...well, they got what I could deliver with sparkle farkle and in a blingy Santa hat.
I was lucky to watch Martina McBride's Christmas concert with two of my most favorite people this year and she performed an amazing show! Here is my favorite one she sang, but let me tell you, in person, in Emens, it was much more amazing!
May all your Christmases be BRIGHT! Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
May your holidays be Merry and Bright!
Hope everyone is getting into the craze of the "Elf on a Shelf" and let me tell you, I think that was a tradition started a long time ago by parents in the 50s. It's been reinvented and making millions. Whodathunk.
I know we had one. I still have it and although it's been through a flood, he still hangs on, but looks very vintage. I like the word VINTAGE. It's classy...old but good...or timeless history. Perhaps that could be used to describe myself.
For some reason...what really comes to mind when people talk about the word is a whole different gamut of things. Such as, I really think of "vintage" as old, worn out, and not worth much, but interesting nostalgia. Now, when you say ANTIQUE...I get excited. It's old, cool, pretty, and usually worth a lot if it is in good shape.
Another discovery I am really upset about that I did not capitalize on is the new craze of boxed drinking/spring water. They are selling like hot cakes on campus. Seriously?
Why did it take so long to get produced? I mean, we have been making boxed juices, coconut water, and other delights FOREVER or at least a while. And why didn't I think of that? Poop. Shit.
Well, what I can contribute to everyone on here still reading my fodder is some news. New news. I am getting books in like crazy and some reviews are going to be forthcoming. Probably not in time for Christmas gift recommendations, however. Sorry.
I LOOOVVVEEEE Christmas. I am not a Christmas party pooper. I used to be. I will share the meaning of my Christmas and my journey to reinvent it to you in the next post. This one is all about new things you need to know. Why? Because I said so and it is THE LAW!
A big thank you and curtsy goes to Jewells of LensTripping Photography ( a long time reader of this blog fodder- crazy girl) who Art Ambushed me. What is that you say? It is so cool. I am going to give you the link because it is that special of a project. She sent me a package in the mail with the Art Ambush card because she felt I needed an act of kindness. Not only that, it was art and I LOOOVVEE and appreciate so many artists and all kinds of media. This is hers and she is fantastic! Let me share my humbling experience with you...
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Discussion with some of my peeps lately has opened my eyes once again to the public's perception of law enforcement. I continue to be amazed at the lack of educated minds in my field. It is not because people are stupid. It is because they believe a certain way or they lack education on the subject.
For instance, the Knightstown Chief of Police recently got tased for charity to earn money for his department to afford equipment. Thank you, baby Jesus, our Chief never sacrificed the lambs of CPD for this event, nor ever had to do it himself, although I would have paid to see it. We always had large grants or a nice fat budget. Here, in Indiana, I am seeing that they have neither. I don't know if they just don't go after the grant money available, don't qualify, or don't know about it. It's out there. You do, however, have to fill out piles of paperwork and some things have strings. Maybe not all of it applies or departments don't want to comply with grant requirements. Our state offered a LOT of money in alcohol and tobacco grants as well. Not sure this state does that. I am surprised, however, at the continual lack of funding for first responders? Where is all the money going? We even have casinos and lottery here. It surely isn't going for road repair and infrastructure. Someone needs to dig deep into the state funding and cut the fat, and get to crackalackin' before things get real tough around here...like we have to have officers take a bullet for charity or something real stupid like that.
Knightstown was successful and the community also got an education in the Taser. This brought up lively discussion amongst my friends and coworkers who know I am a former cop. They told me, "You know, it is really nice that police have Tasers so they don't have to shoot people." The discussion led to the fact that a lot of people believe a Taser should always be used to disarm someone who is threatening an officer or person with a knife. I said, "No, mostly I would shoot that person."
Enter shocked looks and dropped jaws.
I gave a scenario...
A Taser would only be used in a very rare circumstance, like I shot the person holding a knife in the back while the cover officer had a gun on him and we could do it fast enough not to get cut. Rare instance.
Enter shocked looks and dropped jaws.
I don't know if I could ever convince the public with the preconceived notions in their heads. Many I work with or know around here think all cops are crooked. Why? Because some of them around here are. But some aren't.
Here's what police training with a Taser looks like...
I told them to erase the thought that the cops they know are crooked and look at it with new light, putting out scenarios, showing them videos. They really don't know how fast someone could kill with a knife and many think 7 feet is a safe enough distance to not get stabbed. Wrong.
The Taser does not replace a gun or even come close. We don't use Tasers instead of guns and most often not in life threatening instances or against deadly weapons. Tasers are mostly used for non-compliant individuals that get physical, fleeing unarmed felons, or suspects who resist, fight, or threaten to fight, for examples. We use Tasers instead of beating them with nightsticks when possible. It's just a tool on our belt. It's not the SAVE-ALL device of the world.
Yeah, sometimes the Taser doesn't work.
Yes, because it doesn't work on all persons because of pain tolerance, alcohol or drug induced individuals, or missed shots, or other problems including device malfunctions or operator errors.
Beat them? Shoot them?
It's a tool. It's not the Light Saber. It's not the answer to a deadly situation. Some people will be killed by cops. It's the way it is.
Use of Force. Google it.
And what if a cop doesn't have a Taser?
Yeah. Some departments don't have them. Some cops don't have them. We aren't required to use Tool 1 then Tool 2 in the continuum of Use of Force. You may have to skip tools. That's why cops are trained very well for the situations they may face and should recognize what they have to do. Sometimes, yes, they make mistakes.
Don't be so judgy. That is a word.
Ok. I feel better now. Whew. Like I had been tased or something.
I really am lucky to be able to have my daughter's college tuition paid for as long as I am employed by the college. I see myself there for quite some time and I want to get my Master's as well.
It is and has been a struggle going from a very nice income to poverty level. What is more eye opening, is your dreams failing right in front of your eyes. It is a very humbling experience.
Record scratch, back up the bus...I am damn LUCKY to have a job here. Period. Just thought I would throw that in. With the failure of one dream or others, comes the opportunity for new ones. People like me (crazy and stubborn) don't stay down for long and don't give up, but maybe make a right turn, Clyde, or take the 4th tunnel instead of the 1st one.
The stories I hear from locals brings home the tragic turn of events when the Industrial Age crashed in the Midwest. I was in Wyoming and far removed from an economic crash, although I worked through recessions and three busts in the oil field. Wyoming really didn't get hit as hard as the Heartland and being a cop was job security where we couldn't keep enough help. I went from a department where we hired 1 or 2 annually for about 8 years to a department that hired 15-20 annually. I couldn't have imagined losing everything until I came to Indiana.
Believe me, I have lost a lot, but not everything and not my home, yet. I say yet because we never know the turn of events in our lives that may hit us. Although, I have strived at one time to keep everything afloat, I then learned to let go of what had to be cut even if it affected my reputation and my credit rating. Many of you may not be aware that I have had to lean on family and friends, go to the food bank, go on assistance with gas and electricity when my 2nd marriage went into the tank and when child support wasn't paid on time, if ever.
I'm not proud of those moments. It took a toll on me mentally and physically (still is) and I found myself in situations I never thought I would be in at this age. The difference is it was NOT the economy or world events that changed my financial future, it was me. I chose to move here, leaving my security and career. Even though the chain of events went down in a much different scheme than my dream of moving here had been planned out, it was meant to be. I think I did things for the right reasons.
Despite the hardships, I am making my way back up and fighting out of the bottom. It's what I do. It's what I have to do for my daughter. The many people that have yelled, belittled, judged, scolded, and rolled their eyes at me are astounding and surprise, surprise...have been some family and friends. In those rants people told me my decisions should never be made because of my child and to sacrifice everything security-wise was stupid. When I was in my darkest moments, I started to believe them. All it took to snap me out of that was to look at her accomplishments in school, her personality, her church activities, and the growth she has made mentally. She has not lived without frustration and stress.
Believe me, she is getting a lesson in being the Master of Disasters and still we keep trucking on. Why? Because life is wonderful! We can handle it. At least that's what I am told. I always do what I am told.
It's going to be a great Christmas, even if it is a Charlie Brown one. I have a lot to be thankful for and life is grand!
Thursday, December 5, 2013
I am so sad and broken hearted. Tonight I got a call that one of my horses, MiSue Time Traveler (Traveler) died at the River War Haus. It happened three weeks ago, but no one wanted to tell me. The vet thinks he had West Nile and tests are pending.
Knighthawk is being tested as well, but appears to be fine, just lonely. Now he is all that is left. MiSue Knighthawk (the black horse), my Mounted Patrol and Search and Rescue Horse (retired), his brother, is also a grand horse and the best patrol horse I could have asked for. Someday, I will release the story of a grizzly hunt we were on with the Game and Fish and how he saved my life.
MiSue Time Traveler (chestnut) passed away at the age of 11. Above, he and Knighthawk (Smoke) were left to chow on grass while I retrieved the saddles for a ride the last summer I was in Wyoming. I didn't have to tie them as they didn't wander far from grass.
He was registered American Morgan Horse Association and bred in Montana by Dr. Don and Eileen Barnes near Seeley Lake. Even at a young age, he was noticed right away as a sweet soul, truly gentle, and kind. His brother was the working one and protector, Traveler was the "Curious George" type. I had him since he was two.
His training was a push and pull of sorts and we paired him with a trainer that was gentle but firm. I showed him for about two years, mostly staying the western states and often in Denver, Colorado at various Morgan shows.
I was proud to own the breed that was most widely used in the Calvary during the Civil War, an American horse. Good, solid mountain horses, Morgans are a fine breed useful for many things. Not only do they give everything to their rider and prove to be a good working and pleasure horse, but they are loyal to a good owner. Only a horse owner would understand that trade.
Above all else, Traveler was loved. I guess I gave him that.
Events like this makes me really regret not bringing them with me. Perhaps it wouldn't have mattered, but I think it would have. I found out the new owners didn't know horses needed annual shots, despite my references and list of people to call and what to do. They didn't mean any harm, they just didn't understand.
They are kind people and Traveler's new purpose was to be a horse for kids at a church camp. Selling them with the place broke my heart in two and was very difficult but at the time it made financial sense. It felt better they were going to be used and loved by children.
If only I could bring back Smoke now, I would be on the first plane. However, I can't. Sometimes things just suck but they are the way they are. I had snuck out for one last visit before parting to Indiana, and the new owners were very generous with me returning anytime for horse love.
Traveler was buried on the property at the River War Haus which was where he loved to run when I let them out of the small lot where they stayed while I was at work. He would pick up his tail and show off his true Morgan blood. He did well in all his halter classes when he was shown and it was fitting that he wanted to look pretty even in the pasture.
Rest In Peace, Traveler. You will be missed.
Tonight I have to tell Bug. Poop. Shit.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Yes, I trained him. He gave me permission to use his pictures and write our rookie training stories like they were.
His exact words were, " Go for it. I want you to know that I don't care how embarrassing it gets. Be real and raw. It will read better with no makeup. Use any pic of me you want."
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Now...I am quoting this reader's question to the magazine. Don't laugh, but I think she is a virgin...
Q: I enjoy sex, but how can I tell if I'm really having an orgasm? I'm just not sure if I'm experiencing the ear-shattering type of orgasm that everyone talks about.
Take some time to explore your body on your own through self-stimulation. Once you know how to achieve orgasm on your own, it will be easier to show your partner how to do so. By stimulating your clitoris, either manually or with a toy, you should be able to reach orgasm — and when you do, you know for once and for all what one feels like!
I just LOL'd all through the conversation. Why? Because I'm immature like that. Because we laugh talking boy shop. We get detailed. It was a three way convo minus the third gal who didn't come into the conversation, but we talked about her anyway, sorta. She's the three asterisks up there. We hang like that. Anyway, her final answer was this...
Yes. We get excited just talking about it. The real deal, not the fake ones.
The last buddy that got back to me was a man...one of my faves and yours...
"Pressure builds up and it is like a rush coming down the pike. Like a water hose and then the equation. Then you get a sandwich and take a nap."
I don't know. Does it matter what kind of sandwich? Like is a club better sex than a grilled cheese? And is a longer nap needed if it was a better orgasm? And what's up with the math? Equation? Again, not sure.
He said I could post his name for all he cares, but then we wouldn't all be related by the same name, ANONYMOUS.
No one else answered me. In time.
The story of my sex life.
Anyway, I am now ignoring my email, because I will surely get spam for phone sex, porn sites, and sex pots galore after reading that article on Women's Health. I don't know how I got subscribed to it anyhow, but it says so on 09/23/13. It's bullshit. I didn't push any buttons or click anywhere. Probably someone spammed me on Facebook.
Is that the same thing as you know what in my face...no....not going there. That is nasty. And why do men find that appealing? That's somebody else's blog post, Coffeypot! You were thinking it.
Now I have to go take a shower. We will not explore this again. Not even alone. No exploring!!!
Ok. Everything is coming out phallic or sexual. Beat me. See. Ok.
Have a nice day!
Friday, November 29, 2013
Tonight...because Bob G. is getting impatient...I have some gun control issues to talk about and some stories. I am banging my head right now in anticipation. Hopefully my green helmet protects me.
Catch you on the flip side of sunset on Eastern time!
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
The book has some new things. The sequel is going to be a shocker! Get it now. Read it now. OR get it now, read it later. Just a suggestion. While you can. This is the only time it will be free. Then it goes back up to regular price.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
The second electrician showed up today. He was the one, from the same company, that came here when I purchased the house and took the lamp cord out of the wall in the kitchen that was left from 1900s or so...hot...mind you...in the wall....where I could burn down. That was a procedure of surgery.
So...John noticed I was watching The Dead Files and he came around the corner and told me he loved that show and Amy was "spooky." I said it was one of my faves. The conversation then moved on to ghost hunting shows and the paranormal.
I have never felt the Harry Potter house was haunted. It has a feeling of joy. At first, John looked at the breakers and could not find they had tripped this time. Which meant I was a liar pants. I had not even gone down there to look after the third time, I just called them. When the heater didn't work for the umpteenth time, I just assumed it tripped the breaker again. He said it was a bigger issue.
I also explained the chandelier issue and showed him the explosion of light bulbs from last night there and in the bathroom. While explaining the power surge and then the popping, he raised his eyebrows. The two are on different circuits. He asked if I lost power recently. I said, "no."
He looks like a clean Grizzly Adams with nice white teeth.
I pointed at him, he is much taller than me, and said, "And my house is not haunted. I am not bringing Amy and Steve to investigate." [Big cheesy grin]
Mady has been talking and walking in her sleep again. Mostly talking about her love for green beans. She hates green beans. It must be bothering her because she fell asleep on the bus two days ago and her friend McKensey told her she was talking about how she loved green beans. Strange.
Squirrel!! Be right back.
Sorry, I had an interruption. The town just drove by my house with a "GIANT VAC" on a dump truck. I had no idea I could rake my leaves into the street and they would vacuum fume them up. Nifty.
Any poltergeist, John laughed and said if I did, to call him and we could sell tickets. He said he would like to watch them work. I told him I would sell beer and popcorn as well.
When it was all said and done, the heater is now working and I have to watch it to make sure it won't trip anything. He said the next step might be rewiring some things and that is ugly expensive. Beat me.
I told him that was not in the budget. He said I could just turn it off if the heater caused a problem, but rewiring was serious and not to be messed with. Beat me. However, he left me his personal cell number to call him and update him with the thermostat issue and let him know in a couple days if that is working.
So...I am praying for a fix and no-no to the need for rewiring parts of the house. I'm off to watch more Dead Files, drink coffee like it's crack cocaine, and ponder my next life without so many issues. Even the great Mr. Fire Chief is raising his eyebrows at my naked streak of bad luck.
Anyway...I was lucky enough to have a couple of books come out by the great Mr. Emery and let me tell you...they are much different, but deep. Emery writes with great description and detail, drawing you in and carrying suspense until the very last chapter. It's a sign of intelligence and imagination all wrapped up in one. Bravo, Bill! You can get them both on Amazon for a really nice price...let's dig into this..
Your book illustrations on both Magic For Hire and Murder One are unique. Tell us more about them.
Yes, Tina has joined us for her artistic expression on her works. Tell us what inspired you.
Oh, boy. Those investigators letting the cat out of the bag. LOL. Do you have plans for future works? If so, can you tell us some snippets about them?
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
I am giving a shout out to this man below for a very nice review of The Rookies. All books, including the new one, The Last Song of the Meadowlark are on Kindle cheap cheap right now and the paperbacks will be going on sale for Christmas! Get them while they are hot or not!
The sequel to The Last Song of the Meadowlark is due out soon.
And I am going to get around to all of your blogs. I am so far behind I'm ahead of the slowest leader. OR SOMETHING!
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Two phrases are a means to the madness..."symbolic racism" and implicit racial attitudes." To define: symbolic racism as defined by UCLA (yeah...there is the first problem...UCLA? Well, it wasn't Berkley)....is well, then they go on about "old-fashioned racism." Ok. Record scratch.
Symbolic racism: Wikipedia (so it must be true)
"Symbolic Racism (modern-symbolic racism, symbolic prejudice) is a coherent belief system which reflects an underlying unidimensional prejudice toward Blacks. These beliefs include the stereotype that Blacks are morally inferior to White people, and that they violate traditional White American values such as hard-work and independence. These beliefs may cause the subject to discriminate against a certain race and to justify this discrimination as a concern for justice. However, these beliefs operate to maintain the racial status quo in a manner described by Social Dominance Theory. Some prejudiced people do not view symbolic racism as prejudice since it is not linked directly to race but indirectly through social and political issues."
Old fashioned racism: "blatant racial prejudice". Well, that's helpful. Let's try again: Encyclopedia Online says: "Old-fashioned racism-Blatantly negative stereotypes based upon White racial superiority, coupled with open opposition to racial equality."
Well, they seem to have a common word. Let's just not get fancy and refer to things as racism or not racism, shall we? No need to go college on us and come up with ridiculous new phrasism and verbage. It doesn't make the scholar look smarter. Next thing you know they are going to put people's color in categories called pale, egg shell, and beige. Let's get the right SHADE. Can you see that racism makes me mad. Why? I think it is out there for sure. It's just shallow. I think we are beyond this and if we keep treating people as oppressed no matter for what reason, they are going to stay there. Let's get out of it, shall we?
So what does this article and experiment results mean in regards to guns? Only whites carry guns? Because they are racist? Or is America's gun violence racially motivated? It's common knowledge most of the mass shooters are white. And serial killers are mostly white. IS that because there are more of us? Or are we a morally bankrupt color? Or do we have more money and it is a financial issue? Or does it go back to the days of plantations and civil war? Come on. Aren't we past all that? Are the guns targeted against one people? Are racists gun owners? Or are gun owners racist? OR... Is this just a liberal article written with poor resource and experimentation process meant inflame conservative thinkers?
You tell me.
My life is settling down. Many of you may not know, but I chose to close the shop, Jailhaus Rocks. I got me a job. With benefits. Nice benefits. I found along the way in my new book of life, that some asshole had ripped out some pages, so I had to take some detours to get to the next chapter. Finally, here I am.
Anycraziness, here is my first fiction...The Last Song of the Meadowlark. I don't know if anyone will like it. It's a short story. I guess you will tell me, good and bad.
Monday, November 4, 2013
* Pay it forward.
Great ones! I like the last the best.
Yes. I do. I can make about anything custom. Your wish is mostly my command. LOL