Evidence 101

EVIDENCE 101...Wherever you go, there you are...

Friday, January 30, 2015

Danger Will Robinson...Dog Down! Dog Down!

Heavens to Mergatroid!

"The puppies are falling off the cliff. Grab them! Grab them! Don't let them fall!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I scrambled to save them from falling. The emotions were high. I was sweating and struggling so hard but my rescue attempts were to no avail at least as far as a permanent save goes. It was like herding cats. The saves were temporary in nature.  I would barely catch them in time before they plunged over the edge surely to their deaths into the black unknown beneath the clouds. We were way up high on the mountain. I was reaching for the little fur balls with valiant efforts to save them. My knees were scraped and my arms were bleeding. It was reminisce of a white knight's duties. Only I was a girl. I am a girl. I still am a girl.

I must have reached maximum capacity before implosion.

Bug came rushing in and told me I was stupid and the puppies were fine. In fact, they were all on my bed. Go figure.

BUG: EEEEKKKK! Mom! Your eyes are bloody! Oh my gosh! Mom! You are dying!

(Added melodrama of a teenager and crying profusely)

ME: Whatever. Get ready for school.


Ok. So that pic was a fake dramatic demo. It looks more like this...and I'm not smiling.

ME: All be darned. Probably stroking out from all the stress. I haven't looked this bad since college.

BUG: OH NO! MOM, did I do this to you? Did I cause you to stroke out?

ME: Yes.


ME: Relax. I am not feeling anything. 


ME: Yeah. It's a warning you should be nice to your mom and do your chores. Be good.



So I had to have a chat and tell her I was kidding. Although I am not so sure I wasn't. Last night my anxiety level with her was at the limits where I just sent her to her room. 

So eye doctor bound I went.

Yeah. Hypertension and stress related. I had no trauma to the eye. My blood pressure and anxiety, stress level is through the roof. I refused the drugs. I don't like them. I just need to take a breath and relax...mentally get a grip on myself. Yikes. Here is my sleep chart...

What a mess. Ms. A...I am loading up on double the cherry stuff. 

No need to panic.The Harry Potter House is going through some decompression tonight. 

Stand down. 

Fargo is not going to implode just yet. It will look like this for 2 weeks. 

Great conversation piece.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Review Mirror

Today is the day I wrap up the book I am reading. So tomorrow...be ready for a book review. It's going to be off the grid as far as any other book review I have done.

Speaking of reviews...here is one on some things spotted at the SHOT SHOW by 5.11 Tactical. Click on the link below the pic.

And a review about American Sniper you might find interesting can be found HERE. 

Apparently, overall my sleep is not as efficient but it looks like I slept mostly through the night. The 4:15 am wake up is dog pee time as usual. Sigh. Note the slight awake time during the witching hour of 0300 again and I don't remember a thing about it. Creeeeepy?

Several have brought the new surge of protests I fondly call the, "App Attack", to my attention through emails, blog posts (great write up by Mr. G) and Facebook. This topic has created a firestorm in the media and with the public. I think we need to worry about other things. Who cares about an app? There is always going to be some type of technology these days which give the public one up. It still deters traffic violations. How? You slowed down, didn't you? It is similar to a radar detector. There is also talk about how this app will create opportunity for police ambushes and giving up their positions. What do you think?

Monday, January 26, 2015


Are you lying in wait for the next big news blast on cops?

Or a new riot to break out?

How about the storm to hit the east coast?

Come on. You have thought about this...How many of you think it is karma biting The Patriots in the butt for cheating? It was a thought.

How many of you are waiting for your city or state to fix the potholes? I almost got swallowed up by one yesterday...

For a break...take a look at my latest serious side...follow along if you like...

It's quiet out there. Shhhhh. Don't say the "q" word. I know. I know.

A few random schmandoms today:

New vocabulary:

impo ent (two words due to the pause): spelled i-m-p-o-r-t-a-n-t--im·por·tant
  1. of great significance or value; likely to have a profound effect on success, survival, or well-being.


Had a couple (more than two) questions on email to address:

1) What are your plans? Are you happy? What is in your future?

I first took this as a questionnaire resembling what you would fill out on an online dating site, but then I knew that was not true because I have never been on an online dating site. So...I wouldn't know. It just sounded like something you would fill out. Are you asking me out?

Must love dogs. Must embrace crazy. Must be able to keep up. Must have a job. 

There...I shaved my list of requirements way down from the original 40.

1-I have many plans, some of them are spinning in place, some in motion.

2-I am happy most of the time because I am crazy like that. I do get sad on occasion and have other emotional episodes including drama because I am a girl, but I act like most normal types. My daughter would say I have stone face and resting bitch face. That applies to some situations. I like to laugh a lot. Life is good.

3-If only I had a crystal ball...

2) Why do you defend cops when you know they are moving toward a police state right now?

That is a loaded question, isn't it?

I believe most cops are inherently good. It's funny how the media spins every move they make now into one end of the spectrum or the other which I think influences the public to one way or the other as well.  I am pretty much sick of it. Let's move on. Weed out the dirty cops. Get rid of them. But most are good. Don't give them all a blanket party. As far as police state? Bwahahaha. Don't make me laugh. You people don't even know what a police state is. Yes, I said, "you people" which is only directed at those liberals who think we have a police state with our law enforcement. I wish the cops could be left alone to do their jobs. Right now they are under a microscope. Perhaps this is warranted with the way the world has changed and if they are doing their job and by the rules, no worries. Right? Wrong...because they still get criticized. Society as a whole doesn't just chew off the top layer, they want the officer naked. It is to the point, I think many forget they are human beings in a uniform...no perfect robots walking black and white with no grey matter. Grey matter is sewer, but in this case I am referring to those cases where there is no black and white answer or solution. I suggest attending a citizen's academy or some law enforcement event. Get to know your community instead of being on the sidelines. I could go on, but why bore you on a Monday?

3) Where is that book review you promised?

Yes, it is soon. Patience, grasshopper. 

Honk A Boy

A little this and that and a round of crazy. Actually, crazy is my circle of life. That's my life. Welcome to Crazytown. Who wants normal? Those boring people.

I was excited to make a fast run to Minnesota to see my family. I learned they are doing well and I miss them very  much...to a point, in fact, I wanted to be there longer. Sometimes I think I should live there, then it gets windy. I don't mind the cold and snow. I don't miss the wind.

However, school and college life called us back home. Dang jobs and schools.

I discovered my mother is somewhat of a rebel. When I went into her laundry room, I noticed a pellet gun and pellets just sitting out there like she was a thug. Apparently, she shoots out the back quite often at starlings and pesky birds which disrupt her song bird watching. Now...never mind it is illegal in the city limits, but straight up starling genocide. She laughed at my lecture as did my brother who got her started on this hobby. I guess it will keep her young at heart. Yes, I am kin to the Clampetts in case you were wondering.

My child's mind is going in strange directions. For instance, last night she quizzed me on how puppies behave.

BUG: Mom, the puppy is mean to Moose. He runs up to him, bites his pee pee...like honk...and runs away. Why would Moose just lay there? Doesn't it hurt him?

ME: Well, maybe he likes to be honked.

BUG: Mom, that is so gross. Really, be serious. Why would he not get mad or cry because it hurts.

ME: Honey, it goes like this. Men like to play honk and run. The world has people with left brain and right brain thinkers. On top of that...men have a top brain where the left and right thinking occurs and a bottom brain. Girls only have a top brain unless they were a man who becomes a woman...you know, dude looks like a lady...or they have an operation..which I think technically...would they have the bottom brain disconnected? I don't know. It is complicated. Well, anyway...that is out of the box. So, Moose is thinking with his bottom brain and that is why he likes it. 

BUG: I don't get it. Men don't have a bottom brain. And how could anyone think with a bottom brain? You mean the penis has a brain? Ew. Gross. It thinks?

ME: Well, they do. Men often walk around life penis first. Boys like it when girls play honk and run. It is naughty, but the boys like it. But I don't ever want you to honk a boy.

BUG: Oh, nasty, Mom. You are sick. 

ME: Ok. This is getting weird and uncomfortable for mommy.  I don't even understand where this conversation is going. Let's just watch the puppies play. This will all make more sense when you are older. 

In other news...non-penis related...my sleep pattern was going well until last night...

I don't remember any of this except the 4:50 am get up and pee the dogs episode. I got home very late after driving 9 hours on a 5 hour road trip due to in-climate weather. Let me just say...idiots who cannot drive on snow and ice should not be on the road. This would include the too slow and the too fast. I got a little road rage last night which carried over this morning on the way to work. )&#Y$()*&#)$(*#(*#@$& I think my blood pressure was sky high. Beat me.

Also it is good to note that speed limit signs in Chicago are guidelines... 55 miles per hour means 80. 

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I think I am digressing backward into my twenties; not the looks, but the attitude and lack of patience. Perhaps I need some range time. It has been entirely too long.

I did see American Sniper by myself. I would recommend it. It was a good movie. I didn't get all hyped up about the fake baby scene. It didn't ruin the movie. Did I notice? Yes. I also noticed the real baby they used was an ugly thing...poor baby. Really, it was. Not attractive. And I love babies. At a distance. Or someone eles's. Anystars, go see it. At the end, when the credits rolled and the movie was obviously over...no one moved. It was silent. We all sat there and tried to absorb what we just saw. Then slowly people started to get up. It had an impact. And would it surprise you that Piers Morgan slammed Michael Moore and Seth Rogen, stating Chris Kyle was a hero.

Yes, I almost ran naked in the street in disbelief.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Mental Funk Junk

Life of Meh and melancholy continues. Even though I am in a mental junk funk, I have been going according to plan for marathon training. Exercise is the most underutilized anti-depressant and attitude adjustment drug.

You see, I would get into a relationship with you, but the way my gym schedule is set up...

It is a different world training inside for most of the winter versus running in the open air and views of the country. It's a forced issue for me to run inside. Once I get to the gym, I start to ease up on the brakes. It would be easy to deter me right now and lure me from the gym by using shiny things. Or wine.

In between running (or fat jogging), I am doing some strength training and Piloxing. Strange exercise, but I love it. I embrace the weird.

Photo credit: Pinterest

It brings my attitude up during lunch.    Intertwined in my schedule after work are a couple of Bootcamp classes. Love the university benefits. Normally, on my budget and income, I would not be able to afford these classes or opportunities. Grateful note. I am thankful.

On the eat lean poop green plan, I have become accustomed to all the fresh food. So what happens? Disaster struck around noon yesterday. I took a friend out to lunch for her birthday. She picked Fazoli's. Cue hate mail, but I do not like their food. It's too heavy and greasy.

Hakuna Matata.

Well, I accommodated her since it was her choice. The bathroom accommodated me for the rest of the afternoon. Like a rock it sat until it came out at rocket speed. I know, TMI. Again. I share.

Miserable, I was. Now I hate the place.

Today is a new day and minus any butt explosions, it looks grand outside! I have issues with my wardrobe, however. I need a hairbrush to alleviate the chaffing and irritation done by my tight jeans. It's like a yeast infection minus the jizz.

This is how these jeans roll...too big in the waist...JLO booty just right...ride up the crotch...butt crack moments of bliss at bends. Who the hell creates jeans? Do they know how a woman is built? Maybe I need to go to the JLO big booty section where Meghan Traynor, Nicki Minaj, and Mary J Blige shop. They have nice booties. Mine is just big. Just observations.

So, this creates those problems such as the sneak and pull, corner yank, and thigh slide. To describe, you are walking as the seam is riding up your hoohah creating discomfort. It is an immediate release problem. It does look offensive in public so it must be done with slight moves. You can also do the shake and walk, but you look like a dink. It is imperative to be stealth about digging garments out of the va-jay-jay. You have to have class. Women are not like men where we grab our junk in front of God and everyone. Spanks might work to create a crawling barrier, but then you are sucked in and the furnace does not get vented. It is important to keep it vented and dry. Humidity-bad.

In other news...my office manager had never heard of snow shoeing. So I had to show her via Google. Result-turned up nose and "why would anyone want to do that? That is too much work."

*head desk*

Also I am learned: new Indiana words:

manase: spelled m-a-y-o-n-n-a-i-s-e

noun-salad dressing, white jizz whiz which goes on sammiches

cran: spelled c-r-a-y-o-n

noun- a wax art instrument in various colors.

drawling: spelled d-r-a-w-i-n-g
  1. 1.
    a picture or diagram made with a pencil, pen, or crayon rather than paint, especially one drawn in monochrome.
    "a series of charcoal drawings on white paper"
  2. 2.
    the selection of a winner or winners in a lottery or raffle.
    "entrants need not be present at the drawing"
    synonyms:rafflelottery, sweepstake, sweepballotlotto
    "she won the Christmas drawing"

  3. Have a Happy Friday! I'm gonna go dig the drawlers out of my hoohah in the most discrete manure, Indiana style.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Life Of Meh

Life is a story. Mine is somewhat thriller, suspense, comedy, and lots of drama. Not sure what they call that category of entertainment,  but it has plot twists.

The latest in the eat clean, poop green lifestyle changes have been leaving me very blah feeling. Trying to consume the recommended water allotment is making me feel like Humpty Dumpty minus the wall. Raspberries are my favorite but seem to leave me with diarrhea explosions. (I know TMI). I won two months free membership to the local CrossFit gym in town through my university's working well program. I am eager to meet some new people and most of the them are cops and firemen, so maybe I can relate. Perhaps they will also push me to lose this extra weight I have accumulated. 

Sleep is strange...

Sometimes I wake up feeling like I am at home and other times I feel like I don't belong where I am. Did you ever go through those episodes in life? 

I have a happy kiddo and happy dogs. My house if full of joy. I love my house, just not sure this is the location where I am supposed to be in life. Maybe it is temporary. I don't know where the road of life is going to take me next. You think you plan it out...then whammo. 

My awkward feelings could be a combination of relating to people around me. 

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Part of me wants to be in Minnesota with my family and also wanting to be in Wyoming, wanting the fairy tale. Reality then sets in and you can't turn back time, only plod forward. Bug even asked me the other day if I could turn back time, what would I do differently? That is a loaded question. I didn't answer it.

How about that State of the Union address? I didn't watch it. I figured it will be misery as usual and just went out and bought another jar of Vaseline. I clicked on for two seconds, saw Obama's extremely long pauses, hated the clap (the disease of fake politicians enjoying a presidential address), and he looked orange. Hollywood make up artists failed him. It is the first speech I have missed. I refused to suffer through and watched Downton Abbey instead ON DEMAND. 

I was asked the other day if I miss cop work, a common occurrence about every three months. People are just curious like that. I suppose a lot of it has to do with the current events. I miss the fun, the nights, and the bizarre. I don't think it will be like that ever again and being a cop right now is like walking a tight rope. It is pretty much ruined for me. What I would like to do is some consulting on child crimes investigating procedures and multi-agency jurisdictional issues. No one really is interested. I see over and over again how many states suffer from good plans in process and really don't care to change even if it is a free change. Change is scary. I just never understood why you would not embrace getting better, especially at the price of nothing in order to save even one child. 

I am a difficult person, this I know. Maybe that is why I am alone.

Maybe I don't want to settle anymore. Maybe some things are just not good enough. 

People don't like to change nor do they want to do anything that might draw groans from a crowd or whispers. So they just stay miserable in place.  

I usually embraced changed, especially when I could see a different or positive outcome ahead. The change I did not enjoy was major life changes which were insecure or involved risk, but I still did them. Some worked out, some did not. Now, looking back...I am glad I am not afraid because if something detrimental happens, I just cry in my Wheaties and move on. 

So what do you do when you are on forward motion and everyone around you is pulling on your pants in the opposite direction or just refuse to join the direction you go and turn right? 

I just never had that attitude of "mediocre is fine" in law enforcement or anything, really, (except husbands), so I can't comprehend why anyone else would either. Mediocre sucks, especially in husbands. 

I didn't even settle for mediocre donuts.

Friday, January 16, 2015

My Name Is Jehezimiander. How Can I Help You?

Sometimes technology is my friend. Today it was not. I had to chat online with robots to fix a billing issue on my account with a utility company. It took 1.5 hours.

Here are the mystery guests I spoke to:


I imagine either they are foreigners or Americans impostoring goofy online names or robots. I am going to go with robots because the English was super proper.

I thought they were robots from India or Pakistan because there were super generous amounts of "please, thank you, I see, I understand your concerns."

I derive at the guesstimation because Indians and Pakistani are very gracious in the telephone solicitation biz and billing centers.

But they were slow robots. It was freaking ridiculous.

I miss real people.

The End.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

It's Damn Good Police Work, You Namby Pambies!

I have a stick in my craw. Always hated that little quip because although craw is a stomach or insect, it sounds like butt or crotch and, by golly, that's gotta hurt. Or at least be "durned" uncomfortable. My stick is the way things are twisted these days. The GunDiva posted a diddy on PC and microaggressions yesterday I found interesting. Candy asses. Now that is a word of the future: microaggressions. Dufaq, you say! 

Let me have Wikipedia define it for you because all things are true on there: "Micro-aggression is a form of "unintended discrimination". It is depicted by the use of known social norms of behavior and/or expression that, while without conscious choice of the user, has the same effect as conscious, intended discrimination. "

Well, my aggression is macro because I go big or go home. Really, I have no intent to ponder that theory, I just found it interesting the world is dissecting every word we say and all of it or some of it is going to offend some daisy out there. Well, sue me. You can't squeeze blood out of a turnip. 

What is "aggressing" my craw is the media spinning a good thing into a bad word which sparks everyone around you to shush you when it is uttered: PROFILING.

Profiling is just damn good police work, you namby pambies. 

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Let me direct you to Google for this definition: "the recording and analysis of a person's psychological and behavioral characteristics, so as to assess or predict their capabilities in a certain sphere or to assist in identifying a particular subgroup of people."

Oh, and I found a ditty on the definition of "profiling" from Urban Dictionary which shows what dopes they really are: "Basically stereotyping for police. It's when an officer think a person is committing some sort of crime simply because they are of a certain race, culture, etc. And as Ron White would say it, it is wrong.They pulled me over, but they were stopping everyone on that sidewalk, and that's profiling, and that's wrong."

All I can say is the dudes behind Urban Dictionary are just dingbats and have no clue about word verbage and their definition would more likely fit "racial profiling",  a much different term.

Raise your attention to all alarmists! The police are coming! The police are coming! 

(jazz hands and chicken dance, circling in panic)

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So if I was walking late at night or jogging (great cover for a burglar casing a joint), and got stopped by police, I would have no problems with that and comply. Why? I have nothing to fear, it is not considered a burden to me, and I have done nothing wrong. Would I consider it harassment? No. Maybe I am alone in that line of thinking.

I would appreciate it in my neighborhood. I would also appreciate them checking to see if I was alright. After all, I did a lot of that during in-climate weather or odd hours of the evening. Unfortunately, you often discover victims of violent crime, domestic violence, or homelessness as well. Yes, all persons are checked for warrants and I logged their information. It was very helpful at times when our logs would assist during armed robberies or we just so happened to cross a fleeing suspect and did not know it until later. However, that intelligence was revisited and we were able to locate the persons to recontact and arrest. Those are just some examples. The police are not the enemy, however, it seems like the media want to portray them this way.  Especially, with recent events, the police are under fire from all different sides, even their friends. 

I digress.

Let me add in that racial profiling does not count white people. Why? Because in the color wheel, white is not a color. White is the absence of color. It is also considered a shade in the art world. So racial...just means "people of color." Let's say you are a white dude targeted in Chinatown communities...say of L.A. or the Projects of Detroit or Chicago. If you are white and targeted by police because you look out of place (white person roaming around in a different cultural neighborhood)...it is still not racial profiling. It does not apply to white people. OK. Point made. Hey...it's not my definition.

Let me get your awareness modules up by showing you the ACLU version of  their definition of "racial profiling":"Racial profiling is a longstanding and deeply troubling national problem despite claims that the United States has entered a "post-racial era." It occurs every day, in cities and towns across the country, when law enforcement and private security target people of color for humiliating and often frightening detentions, interrogations, and searches without evidence of criminal activity and based on perceived race, ethnicity, national origin or religion. Racial profiling is patently illegal, violating the Constitution's core promises of equal protection under the law to all and freedom from unreasonable searches and seizures. Just as importantly, racial profiling is ineffective. It alienates communities from law enforcement, hinders community policing efforts, and causes law enforcement to lose credibility and trust among the people they are sworn to protect and serve."

I have to agree with Sunil Dutta who said this in an article: "True racial profiling, in which people are targeted solely because of race or ethnicity, is both illegal and immoral. It destroys public trust and reduces the effectiveness of the police. There is no place for it in law enforcement. "

Add a word "racial" in front of it and it becomes a big  no-no. It is wrong to target someone solely based upon the color of their skin. That's not what I'm talking about. 

I mean to speak of the times an office is patrolling his/her area and looks around...notices odd behavior, one thing doesn't look like the other, persons walking around late at night, or that one car when you glance and you go...hmm..."probably up to no good". It also sets well in the hearts of veteran cops to know when you observe things in your area, you can pick out those dealer cars, those vandals, robbers on their way to robbing, etc. Isn't that something all of America would like? 

Communities United For Police Reform say this:  “Stop and frisk” and other discriminatory policing practices have spiraled out of control."

So what do officers do? 

What is profiling, really? And how do officers stop doing it? Should they stop doing it?

They watch, they surveil. 

Profiling all by itself with no adjective,  is made up  of observations combined with street knowledge, emotional intelligence, and situational awareness. It helps to add in years of experience on the job and time in a certain area, recognizing crime patterns and target places. Then you have a good Fox Moldy and a Danish Scully officer who really has some substance. 

But we are told this is bad?

If the person commits a traffic infraction, police might use that opportunity to get some Intel, pull them over. Perhaps they just let the bad guy know they are there, give them a warning and let them go on their way. Maybe...maybe...they smell drugs in the car. Or better yet, the person has a warrant. 

What about the person walking down the street at 3:00 AM?

Duh. "It's the witching hour, let them thar warlocks go on their way, stop at Mini Mart, and get  a cup of coffee. But any other times, it is good to stop and chat 'em up." 

No not really. You contact them. It isn't harassment. It's damn good police work.

Most of the contacts are just that...a simple and brief contact...perhaps offer assistance... and you wish the person a good day or evening or safe travels. WHAT IS THE BIG FAT HARRY DEAL?

Sure, you have issues when the police go over the scope, harass, act like assholes on every contact, shake up the town, and go beyond legalities to push too far. I get that. Those are bad things. But the every day regular Joe Cop isn't a bad guy nor does he need disciplined because he follows the rules. Rules of police work work properly if followed correctly. Say that five times fast. And good cops prevail. 

So what now?

Or add in the new language...we now have categories..."criminal profiling" versus "racial profiling".  Oh, and the little old ladies book club applauds and  thinks "criminal profiling" is OK because the word "criminal" makes it worthy.  

Can we just stop with the semantics and word juggling all the damn time? PC is getting ridiculous and everyone is now transparently thin-skinned. Or do we have to be that specific?

I am just worn out with the blanket parties of people thinking "police" is a dirty word. 

I also despise the PC takeover and reformation of dumb things by Namby Pambies. Stop it. 

Trite. That's a word.

Focus on things that matter. Oh, and by the way, most police organizations have asked for reform for years in the form of training and equipment. It just takes money. Now it's someone else's great idea and the FEDs will throw money at them. Hopefully, they will not come up with overly mandated programs with under funding. Again. 

Also...to prevent bad cops...it takes great leaders and role model examples in several positions. 

Basically, leaders...get your balls out of your purse.

Monday, January 5, 2015

The Questionaires

Being bombarded by Questionaires is sometimes a welcomed problem as it invites healthy discussion. This is not to be confused by the written version, questionnaires, but the people version. It's a club.

Questionaires are those who look at you with keen interest, wheels churning, then lay it on you, "Can I ask you a question?"

Inevitably, it is a cop question.

I go into defensive mode right away given current social problems.

Here goes...waiting...waiting...

1. What do you really think about gun control? I mean, do you really think it is necessary for people to have assault weapons? 

At this time, I really want to run and hide, avoiding a heated discussion. I have a headache. It happens to be the time I am supposed to eat my healthy snack on my new eat clean, poop green food plan.

My answer: I really don't think much about my grip anymore, it's automatic. As to your second question, I don't know. It depends on the Zombie Apocalypse. Do you want to be standing around with your hands in your pants going pew, pew, pew or rattattatatatatatatat, blam, done?

The response: I'm serious.

My answer: I was serious.

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After eating my apple and filling up on earth's goodness to alleviate my headache, I was once again prodded.

So I answered it a different way...

You can skew a study or statistics any way you want to jive them, so don't go to one of those fancy pants sites to get your facts. First, when I was a cop, I was not taking assault weapons off the street. Crooks used "regular" guns and altered rifles and shotguns by sawing them off. Criminals are always going to get guns legally or illegally. Laws don't apply to criminals until they get caught.

Gun control limits the good citizens and stifles their 2nd Amendment rights. Crimes still happen in places where guns are limited. Let's look at other countries and especially use the country of Chicago as an example.

Limiting gun control to assault weapons again just benefits the prices of them and collectors. It also limits our 2nd Amendment rights again. I ask, why not? It's just a firearm device which fires more rounds. Whooptiedoshit. Ban it because of the way it looks? Pshaw.

I have found armed citizens (responsible ones) are a huge benefit. I can tell you once my ex-husband was assisted by a band of merry men (ranchers) as backup. Problem got solved peacefully. I can say once a concealed carry dude helped me out in a pickle. I thanked him and wanted to get his name so I could send him a proper thank you from my department and he declined, saying it was his citizen duty. I have seen many crimes deterred or citizens stopping bad guys (felony levels) or holding them until police arrive and this has been tremendously grand. The media just doesn't like to report these things much. These types of situations would be eliminated and the bad guys would win again.

The second amendment is not just limited to home defense, although gun control freaks would like you to think that is the best solution. Keep them at home is their sound piece. The 2nd amendment was also intended that the US would not be overtaken by militant force-foreign or domestic. And those worried about a police state? Well, take away the citizens' guns and what do you have? Duh. What is everyone afraid of, black helicopters? Big brother? Nothing is private anymore unless you go off the grid. Who cares? And if I am not doing anything wrong, I have nothing to fear.

Hunting? That is the old stand by the liberals will save the guns for...putting meat on the table. It's OK in their books to feed their family, but for sporting? They might want to nay say trophy hunting. What about predator control? Where do you draw the line? Why draw a line? It is pertinent for wildlife management and serves another purpose if you use or donate the meat. And I like fur coats and rugs, by the way. Have you ever had sex on one? Yeah, you have to throw it away, but that one time...

Oh, finally, the publicized accidental deaths and tragedies are going to be a spin for gun control freaks. Those are always going to happen. Things just do. They are sad and mostly preventable. I don't dare say natural selection because they are tragic but driving a car is the same way. Some have crashes.  You can't have perfect attendance with anything and to expect perfectionism when you oppose something is asinine. Safety, proper storage, and firearm instruction and safe practice is key. Safe practice makes perfect. If you want to go there, go there. You must also teach it to your children.

And that was enough said. I wore myself out. I think the questions often come from those who are unfamiliar or scared of firearms. I grew up in an environment (family and career) which trained me the right way with weapons and I learned respect. I also learned they are a necessary tool. I have many. I like them. They are pretty. They are fun. Shiny things attract me. Yes, I passed a psyche test.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

The Creepers

January 3 sleep graph. Showing a weird pattern. Does anyone else find it odd that I am waking up at 3:00 a.m.? I don't recall anything at that time. I do remember waking up around 4:50 to potty dogs and such, so that section is not goofy. Hmmm...

Can anyone else say...CREEPY?

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Amazzzzzing Electronics


How did I get to the point where I don't feel healthy anymore?

I have no idea. It slipped past me like a mickey.

Last night while doing squats with a medicine ball, I felt great again and wanted to keep doing them. Who wants to keep doing squats? Weird.

My natural concoction of ginger root and WSF's secret remedy is working on the back and right shoulder. The pain is less and I feel like it doesn't dominate my thoughts any more. Score!

I am enjoying little Murphy. We are bonding. He is one of those wait and see types of dogs who lays around watching before he decides it is OK to snuggle, be around this chick, and get close. He is now my buddy. He reminds me of Otis. He likes love, just not too many hugs. He sits or lays on my feet...and just has to touch me, but not too close. Naughty puppy tricks are happening also. I had the same issue with Moose. He has to be directed on the right things to chew. Moose survived and now I can trust him with anything. For some reason, Murphy is fixated on my rug from Afghanistan. Naughty.

So I got a Fitbit for Christmas. I love it! I am still learning about all it's functions, so I am slow on the uptake. I also got a running watch to pace myself and map my runs. Very exciting.
My sleep patterns are most interesting. Here I thought my sleep sucks. Actually, it is pretty good. This is actually embarrassing to show how lazy I am on vacation. I will give you some examples:

December 31 Sleep
January 1 Sleep
January 2 Sleep
First, December 31 and January 2 the dogs are in my room sleeping. January 1-they are with Bug. Interesting, yes? I bet movement wakes me up. I have no recollection of these times I woke up in the middle of the night. It is funny how approximately 1:00 am and 3:00 (witching hour)-4:00 am I have been stirred awake in a pattern. But on the bright side, I am sleeping much better than I did in Wyoming working as the PoPo. I guess that is a "duh" moment.
I dreamt about Wyoming the other day during a day nap. Like I said, this holiday break vacation of sorts is lazy days of crazy. The dream was one of those which felt real and I felt exhilarated and new, very happy to be there, like I was home. I must be more homesick than I thought.
During the awake times of the day, (haha-when I'm not lazy) I have been very busy training the pups and cleaning the house, putting things away. The kid-not so. We have been at war. I think she gets things taken away and spends time out in her room more so than I see her. Now going to her room is not punishment because she likes it. It is vacation for me. Peace and quiet downstairs. That's how I roll.
The meaning of this post? I really have none. I just wanted to share my neat electronics. We have a lot to discuss this week. I also have one more book review to post soon. Stand by for news. (That was in my best Paul Harvey inner voice).
As I type this right now, Murphy is attacking the Afghanistan rug again. I am off to spank (swat and redirect) the Irish.