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Monday, September 28, 2015

Rhymes With Duck Sh*t

My Facebook quote inspired by the spammish quizes sent around which then puts malware and spybots all over your computer...gave me this today as MY quote...

"Dance like nobody's watching. Love like you've never had a broken heart. Sing like nobody's listening and live like there's no tomorrow."

Duh.

That is EXACTLY me. Weird.

Marketing software. It's kind of creepy.



I try to keep upbeat even though sometimes my life goes on a disaster train.

It's funny how I've met someone exactly like me in that fashion and is a copper. Two cops who ride the disaster train? Say it isn't so. I wish I could. However, I have meltdowns. I believe these started at a young age and advanced into adulthood.

Like me, his supervisor told him the same thing I was told once...that when things were not going the way I planned, I broke my crayons. Apparently, so does he. Maybe that's why we make such good fishing buddies. We both have crazy exes. He is wound tight as a cop just like I was.

That says a lot about someone's personality even if we all want to be in denial. Why do good people pick the wrong people to be with? Why do we wind ourselves up so much over things and things have to be "just so"? Why do we keep a balance of turmoil versus ordinary in their lives? I always thought that work was my dose of turmoil by dealing with crazies all day...then I got to go home to the ordinary. Kind of like a thrill ride. But that changed when my home life up and left me. Then I had husband number two. Whiskey-tango-foxtrot.

Now after being out of the copworld for almost THREE effing years, I have lost a lot of that anxiety and the feeling of being wound super tight, with an overachieving mind and ambition drive. Not that I still don't take on a lot, but I have mellowed out a little. I still don't relax over teenager issues. They set me off like crazy whores in a crackhouse. But I'm working on it. Baby steps.

Just like the saying up there says, I will do exact that. Why? Because that is just who I am...flying by the seat of my pants trying to experience everything in life before I become unable.

Who says I can't do something?

Yeah.

Well, for one...my Jiu-Jitsu instructor who just kicked me out of future classes because of my bad rotator cuff.

Well, that's just super. 


Poop Shit. There goes my MMA fighting days, Bitches.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Jeremiah Was A Bully Frog

It's really hard to gauge which hardships in life shape us in a positive or negative direction. Did I get bullied? Sure. Did I bully people? Sure. I remember some of the incidents so I guess they stay with you in that respect. However, I think all of the events made me stronger or learned me a lesson.



Never in those dark moments or despair did I think life was over or become disconnected. I had a strong family structure and after short periods of time, those issues dissolved. Sometimes I changed my behavior because of them and sometimes I took it in stride. Many times I had my feelings hurt. But I got over it. And when I was the bully, I think I felt bursts of power or accomplishment that I squashed something or someone. That is unfortunate. People suck sometimes, but we are human and to be human is to err.

It's different through the looking glass as an adult. If your child is the brunt of the words, it really hits you in right the feelers.

This week has been difficult.

My relationship with my daughter in the teenager stage is a struggle. I am taming the beast inside me when she pushes my buttons by gritting my teeth and breathing big gulps of air before my ninja reflex skills send her to the next planet. It's really the first urge to curb back talking and sass. At least it's my first urge. It is my hot button.

Despite all that, she is a really good kid. She works hard in school and sports. She just sasses the mother which creates THE MOMSTER. It happens. I hate the conflict. NOT because I don't like conflict...but because teenagers should be respectful and when naught...I get fuming pissed. I don't like myself like that.

But...what's worse?

When your kid gets bullied and it hurts your heart. Like hits you right...there.



This week two incidents happened at school. She sat next to a girl in the cafeteria with her lunch and the girl and her friends left the table to sit elsewhere. Then, in the gym, she sat next to one of her friends and a group of girls left. Her friend told her they didn't like her because she is pretty and dresses nice. Well poop shit. How do you answer that?

My cute Bug


I told her she couldn't make people like her. I told her to be kind. I said she is beautiful and they are jealous. Wait until they meet THE MOMSTER. Not really. It just is my first instinct...protect your young. But I will not interfere in this one and let my daughter sort it out.

Bitches. Girls are mean.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Hello Darkness My Old Friend...

Hello darkness my old friend...I've come here to talk with you again...


These words have nothing to do with depression...at least not today. Neither did they when Simon wrote these lyrics. Many associate it with Kennedy's assassination while he attributes it to his bathroom escapades of writing. Interesting history. Google it. 

While it may be true Simon and Garfunkel intentions of the song are open to interpretation...these words refer to one thing here. Maybe you will figure it out. I will start at the end before I go back to the beginning. It might be worthy of multiple posts. Maybe not. Not sure yet. Making sense? I thought not. It's a riddle. 

I rather like the fact that it was written in the john with the lights off. Not in the toilet, but near the toilet. 





He ran up to me when he saw me and greeted me with familiarity. His black face was full of dust, but it made no nevermind to me. I hugged him. It was a bittersweet reunion. I cried. Actually, I sobbed like a big baby and I think my emotions scared him a little, but he came right back. We rubbed noses and I kissed his entire face. He felt a little smothered. Too bad but I continued to be all over him. He looked really good but I wished he had somewhere to run and wasn't locked up in that small area. But it was nice. And he had a nice barn, too. Nothing tugged at my heart more so than seeing him and longing to change the past...just a little...so that I could have him with me now. It was really eerie not seeing his brother there, knowing he had passed away. At least he was at home and well taken of and living the rich life.

Yeah.

It still makes my heart heavy.

Horses.


Thursday, September 10, 2015

Welcome, Tribe Of Banded Weirdos

It's inevitable I might hit a nerve or two and of course; not everyone agrees with me. Imagine that. Sometimes I'm very opinionated. Sometimes I am just informative. Both times I would hope most who frequent this blog would feel they can tell me off or have a discussion. Apparently, that is not the case. I do encourage opposition because you can't have a good discussion without it. But then again, that's why it's my blog. It's me. It's my opinions. It's my life. If you don't speak, it's a little one sided.

Last night I received a Twitter notification of a tweet from a reporter type person:


*blink*blink*

At first I favorited it, then I was going to retweet it, then I decided against that. No sense being a smart ass and I thought I should just let it go.



For some reason the author has since deleted the tweet. Maybe because it was really mean. Bwhahaha! It's OK. I actually am grateful for the words.



Oh come on, you knew I would bring Elsa into this. 

This tweet was surely spurred by my post I SEE BLUE. I did edit out some of my ghetto attitude for the sake of being nicer because my "Grandma G" came down from heaven and scolded me for being so ugly and vulgar. I also added some paragraphs explaining some gaps which were missing.

There are few who will understand what the police go through and what they sacrifice for their community. There are even less who will appreciate it. Overwhelmingly, the majority of officers are very good people and fight to keep evil at bay. We're pretty lucky in the USA. Not so appreciative, though. Boobs.

She said "boobs." 

I suppose it is the same response for all first responders including the military. Except firemen. Everyone loves the firemen.

Alas, I'm feeling like a Nazi today and "NO LET IT GO FOR YOU!" Besides, it makes for good blog fodder. One clarification- I don't think The Boogie Man Is My Friend is quite like Nazi Germany. That's a little extreme, but maybe ANerbovig was angry.

I think this blog...is...well...it's more a gathering place for my tribe of weirdos.

"Dissenters are demonized." I actually agree this happens sometimes. I see it on other blogs as well, so it's not just a "Fargo phenomenon." You have followers of the same opinion, and so they might leave comments much the same and maybe with more passion. I read blogs with differing opinions than my own, but I don't usually follow them. I follow ones I like to see in my feed. It doesn't mean I don't get outside my little box.

Does it mean I might change my mind by listening to those with differing opinions? Sure. It might. It might not. That's why people have communication and problem solving stems from those conversations many times. It's positive discussion.

I am steadfast on a lot of moral, legal, and ethical viewpoints and of course...my conservative values.

Anyone is welcome here.

Welcome, my tribe of banded weirdos! 

Disclaimer: If you agree, we open our arms and rant together. If you disagree...we throw *record scratches* and *blink blinks* out there. Be warned. But welcome anyway.

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Update: Nazi Germany has now been blocked. 






Wednesday, September 2, 2015

The Vigilance Hours: The New Age of Police and ILLfacts

We should be more connected to the issues at hand in the nation plaguing our police officers. On average, one police officer dies every 58 hours. In the month of August, can you give me the number of how many were killed on duty? 14. Since August 26th? 5. Yet, the nation as a whole seems remotely aloof and continues on a disconnection path to the changes we are seeing in human behavior and mental breakage. Only those close to us know the real danger and horrifying truth of the matter.



And where is the president? Why hasn't he made a statement?

Am I surprised? No. Do I think he is anti-law enforcement? I think that might be a leap, but I am concerned he has an agenda which is not to publicly support the fallen officers' and their families nor rally for law enforcement... but to rally for fallen black citizens. What does this mean?

I can only give you my opinion since I can't read his mind. I am very talented, but I don't have ESP, only ESPN...which I discontinued because well, I cut off a lot of cable to downsize my television package to save some money. Anycrazyleadership, I think he wants to portray himself as a president who put civil rights and black lives matter movement above everything else. Maybe he places himself in a catagory with Martin Luther King.

*Record scratch. *

Erch. The wheels on the bus don't go round.

I am a naysayer and say his place in history would be more along the lines of Al Sharpton where a skewed view of right and wrong override the actual issues. The false narratives begin to take place and are dictated to the masses in a media viral rampage to make a statement of illfacts. That's a new word.

ILL=bad, imperfect, wrongly

Facts=reality, genuine or true

So in a general sense, it means bad reality or wrong reality...bad truth.

How do we combat bad truth? How do we retain law and order amongst the people? The only answer is to act. 




If you are law enforcement, you must be vigilant. You must lead by example. You must be alert. In the words of Lt. Col. Dave Grossman, you must be a "sheepdog."

As a police officer, your hightened awareness will possibly save you. Why are you being less than 100? I don't know. You can't afford to be. Why are you being negative, Fargo? Because right now, ambushes can happen in a matter of seconds and are unprecedented in numbers. Your career is more dangerous now than it was a year ago....five years ago.

People you think you might be able to read or thought you knew, are no longer readable. Be alert. 

Back your fellow officer on calls, stops, and report writing parking areas.

Patrol diligently.

Train tough. Train mean.  What do I mean by this? Don't half ass your training. Don't sleep in class. Get physcially fit. Learn or brush up on martial arts. Wear your vest. Carry off duty. Have all your gear in proper working order and top quality condition. Don't settle for broken down or mediocre.  Spend some money on you. It could save your life.

Make sure your vehicle is maintained and in top working order. That doesn't cost you a dime. It's all on the people.

Can you really afford to eat that donut? Assess yourself.

Go home to your family every night and be proud in uniform.

What have I done for law enforcement support? Not enough. 

(1) I pray every day for the safety of our law enforcment officials (2) I have placed a St. Michael's medallion inside an officer's vest when he lost his. Did I tell him about it? Yes. Is it silly? No. Every officer should have one. (3) I have put things on social media. (4) I have spoken out against those naysayers in person and on the internet. (5)I proudly display blue lights and flags at my home. (6) I teach my child to love and respect officers and obey the law. (7) I thank them in public for their service. (8) I respect them in private and public. (9) I donate to their charities and to the fallen by my service to their organizations, an item of need, or even a little monetary donation on occasion when I can.

If you are a citizen, you can promote through marketing of yourself and others the rights and not allow the wrongs of the situation. Executions of officers are not acceptable. To anyone. They should not be.

Citizens must unite to show support. However it is done...through an editorial in your local newspaper, Facebook, social media, letters to our national leaders, holding a sign on the street, talking to the news, decorating your house, your car, etc. You can do something if you feel compelled.

Or you can choose to do nothing and watch future events unfold on the news.

And why do we sit on our hands?

Oh, it's true that some across the nation have taken up in arms against this nonsense, but not the majority. Why aren't you out there shouting, protesting, spreading a message against this violence? Why are you silent? That is all I inquire.

Why are we silent?

We must not be anymore. We cannot afford to sit idlely by and hope for the best. We have to make positive change and try to prevent or reverse further damage to our country's state of mind.

And you must believe that if all good men do nothing, evil will prevail...because it will.