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Sunday, August 4, 2019

We have moved.

We have moved. By this, I mean-me, myself, and I. So, if you feel inclined, please join me over there.The connecting link is at the bottom.

Yes, I am leaving this site just as it is so if you are really bored, you can continue to read the goodies but oldies. Also, I am keeping my content in an archive of sorts, so I have it for future needs.

It was time for me to grow and change with my life outside of law enforcement. Oh yes, the new site is still all about the old me, but with a fresh twist. Don't worry, if you don't like it, you don't have to follow along. But I hope you do.

I am going to try to keep regular just like a good bowel movement in the morning.

Bring coffee. Or something stronger. I won't disappoint. Well, except maybe the first 2 posts.

I now own the domain: https://theboogiemanismyfriend.com/blog

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Must Love Dogs


Wow. It sure has been quite in here. Thank you to my faithful followers for sticking around. Maybe I should write better and have something more important to say. It is funny how cop stories and the daily reality I used to write was so popular, but  my ordinary life it not. Sigh.


For the next 3 weeks I am free and clear of school and work. I have to finish reading 2 books and do reviews. I am also reading a 3rd one my friend recommended. Whew. It is so weird to sit and read. I feel I have so much to do that I am feeling lazy not getting it done.

Fatness-the college 50

Hopefully, I can get back on the fitness bandwagon. Have lots of troubles with my asthma and defective heart valve. Oy.

Writer's Block

Still plugging away at the articles. This last one really sucks. Somehow I need to find my knack again. Maybe I have been swamped by too many academic papers. Go read it anyway. The last 3 of you, fans and friends, make a difference. I appreciate the traffic. If I do not get traffic, I do not get paid. Is that desperation or begging? LOL.

I would welcome your input. The suggestion about police advice to rookies did very well. What's on the top of your mind with cops? Anything humorous? Or tellworthy?

Newsworthy stuff

I have applied for my doctorate. Now I wait and see. Bug goes off to the Navy soon. I have taken all my books from available to unpublished. They will be no longer.

The political climate continues to run on chaos. I prefer to scroll on by anymore. But, interestingly enough, many people I know are getting deployed, including reservists. This means something is up. I suspect the Iran issue is heating up.

My garden got destroyed by farmer overspray. I only have pumpkins left. That really sucks.

We have trespassers. I do not people. The nephew caught the prints on camera after he was fishing and it did not bode well with me. Of course, he had to interrogate the neighbors and I felt back because I wold have shut him down if I knew what he was up to. I don't think 80 year old cripples would dare. Lately, two bum looking fellers have been walking down the road. Not sure where they came from. Never seen em before. I must investigate. They don't know me very well.

Here are some cute dogs in a construction site.
My heart is happy. Love, love~

Well, that's all, folks. Onward and upward. Don't worry, I will have some follies to share. It is just too soon. πŸ‘ŠπŸ‘Š

Sunday, July 21, 2019

What's new, Pussycat?

Needed some Tom Jones, eh? No, I'm not from Canada. Probably can't use that term, it's cultural appropriation. Suck it!

Watch your mouth, Fargo. So rude!

Moving on to Tom.

Now I know you can't get that song out of your head? Never heard of it? Pshaw. I know all my readers are old like me. So, in case you skipped the 60s, I have included it for you.
How can you go wrong with a classic? Nowadays, you might not be able to say pussycat in reference to a woman. Wait for it. Will Tom Jones be censored? Hmm. I might be about as thrilled as Baby, It's Cold Outside nonsense.

Here is where we veer off course... 

This post is brought to you by the confines of my office. Why? Because I can see the grand sunset up here, that's why. And because I am the boss of myself...at least today.

Right here we have a doings of a barnburner storm where the ship is out to sea...

Haven't enjoyed much of the heat. Not. at. all. You can have it. I was going to move to Alaska until I saw they were having 90s. Gah.

And here we definitely took a detour...

Speaking of censorship and PC...the universities are going bat shit crazy. I am not sure how much longer I can work in academia before I am killed. Killed by liberal redonkulousness. I really got nothing. Who decided these small groups were going to rule the world and ban words. I understand we can all speak and choose our words carefully and keep in mind offensiveness.

I'm sorry. I cannot control where my mind goes. It goes awry and often. Back to our sponsored story...

But if we ban manpower and manmade and la la la, we have only belittled ourselves. If our skins are so thin, then we are doomed. Additionally, why would you let a word offend you to the point you stomp on it like it never existed? I don't think of the word manmade or manpower as exclusive of women or those in between. My dad is surely rolling over in his grave over all this political chatter spatter. He was a huge fan of political discourse, but not a fan of overreach of any kind. Academia and a few small groups of same thinkers are ruling the world of words! What power they have! Don't let them have it!

Maybe I have voices in my head. My professor said I have problems because I discussed me being a teacher and finding my new purpose. He said I was the addiction type who needed adrenaline because I told him I loved learning. Am I missing something here? Anyway, I digress....again.

How are we to talk about anything if we can't utter words? Are people still free to sign them? I mean really, does it reach into braille and sign language, other languages? Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

Not only is our written language changing, but how do you say r*pe, *m*npower, w*men, m*n? It's just a question. What are we going to call ourselves if we can't define us by pronouns? That's another question. Don't you think books will sound weird? Is THEY the only choice?  Asking for a friend.

We have lost our shit. Seriously. I can't even wrap my head around it.

Well, let me take a try.

Sheriff Wheezy took Ben Patty to jail, they was custodialized for assault and battery, r*pe of a minor, and general mayhem. Sheriff Wheezy had to call for more human efforts because Ben Patty was on the former substance known as PCP with a touch of Sudafed made concoctions formerly known as m*th, those doctor given circles of life altering materials, and some other dr*gs. They was a handful for Sheriff Wheezy. They were not considered a criminal dr*ggie, but a poor, lost addict who needed some therapy. They was a mama's boy. The feels almost got to Sheriff Wheezy. However, Sheriff Wheezy could not erase the bad deeds they did. So, they was booked in on all charges, but surely they were only going to face probation in the short coming days. Sheriff Wheezy got theyself in hot water for calling them a cr*ckhead which was incorrect and not appropriate like ten fast and in a hurry. Sheriff Wheezy had to make a public apology to the people of Smalltown and resign from theys position.  That's what Sheriff Wheezy gets for being a cow people. Damn cow people think they can do anything they want just like they cops who work for them. 

Say, do you think we cried blue tears as people called us pigs, fuzz, cops, popo, hogs, etc.? No. We turned that frown upside down and owned them and then used the words against them. See what I did there?

I can't deal.

May your week be full of joy! Now, go get along and be productive citizens full of human efforts!

I wonder if I can say girl power anymore? It's just a thought.

American thems, stop being a bunch of pansies!


It's just a flower.

Saturday, July 13, 2019

Obvious in Observations

Have you ever noticed that book authors are beautiful people? I have no idea about the inside, other than what is reflected through their writing, but the author page and images portray attractive and professional looking people. They are never shown in their writing garb which might be pj's or birthday suits or Walmart attire. Their hair is not out of place nor is there a blemish. I realize photo shop can take care of imperfections, but why not show us the true selves? Perhaps no one would buy a book depicting a disheveled author.

It is just a question. Many of them circle my mind and on occasion, they get out. Sorry not sorry.

Have you been in tune with the Dems imploding?
Wow- is an understatement. First time I agree with Pelosi in that these internal jabs are not productive.

Sorry, Woody and Buzz, I just couldn't help it. I realize it is a blow to your reputation to have these talking heads photo-shopped on your bodies. But....so appropriate.

 I think the Republicans went through a disruption or two, but I don't recall such viciousness reminiscence of high school tactics.

Did you notice they are all women? Egads, you say! Of course the chatter is running rampant in house, that the schoolgirls are destroying all the equality, respect, and professionalism prior women legislators had earned and established.

Mean girls!

I am not sure how this is going to end, other than voting them out. Is it the future of politics?

FMITA. Another distraction while some government agency works behind the scenes to pass things by us without our knowledge until it is too late. I wonder what it will be this time.

I gauge political sense and sanity on the wise words of Trey Gowdy. I sure wish he would run for president.

Bam. He has balls and brains. Twofer.

"Facts are neither Republican or Democrat".

"The notion that the First Amendment has no limitations whatsoever is balderdash."

"You may be less likely to pick on someone if you don't know what's in their briefcase or purse."

Besides that, he is steadfast in the rule of law and believes investigations should be factual and not politically driven. 


I think he is holding out for 2024. 

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Robert McCaw's Off The Grid

Already at the dedication, you can tell Robert McCaw has a soft spot for love. From the devotion to his wife to the exquisite setting in Hawaii...I'm beginning to think he is somewhat of a romanticist.

Off The Grid really is not a love story, but the author's personality is evident from the beginning to the end-which might include some traits of a dreamer. He also gives attention to finite details. I say all this as a compliment.

But, do not let my teasing fool you. You should know by now, I am not a fan of romance novels, so why would I start now? Exactly. Off The Grid is a murder mystery.

McCaw writes a vivid tale which flows like butter and plays to your imagination.

I am not even exaggerating.

You also should note that I am booked with applying for admission to a doctoral program, teaching, research, and working on my thesis for my second master's degree. Why is that important? Well, I do not have a lot of time for pleasure reading anymore which is a crying shame. Therefore, I have delayed my readings. I have picked up many books without completing them. The bookmarks in them tell the sad tale.

Nothing gets a book worm like the feel of a good book...the pages, the weight, the smoothness of the paper. The cover is so beautiful. The colors. Yes, I sound like a sicko. If you are a nerd, you will understand.

I took a day off of school to have some "me" time.  I could not put Off The Grid down.

Therefore, my studies suffered a little. The good news is the font size is perfect for old eyes so I could actually read without a magnifying glass. Like I said, the cover is beautiful. The words are like perfect choreography if words could dance. It grips you.

He puts you there: in the shoes of the main character, Chief Detective Koa Kane.

Something refreshing was the melting pot of players and cultural aspects in the book.  It wasn't flat. The portrayals were endearing as if the author had an affinity to the lands and people.

To set the entrance scene, McCaw describes Detective Kane's first view as: the "plume of smoke steam rising like a sulfur cloud from a volcanic vent".  Picture yourself in your company ride pulling up to the fiasco, exiting the car, and scanning to get a first glimpse of the response location. Wow.

Yes, this is his first impression of a crime scene. It grabbed me right away and I started to put myself in character as Chief Detective Koa Kane.

As you walk along with Kane, you want to identify the victims as much as it gnaws at him. The unknowns and the suspense keep you interested. Little by little, Kane puts it together.

McCaw's meticulous writing came with every page, from the character building to the proper accents on Hawai'i...all with a dose of tropical presentation. He tells a story very well.

The law enforcement side is relatable to those of us in the profession which even includes how accurate the LEOs' dialogue would be between peers: both recruits and veterans.  Koa and I are on similar pages.

For example, "he believes in rigorous training, but it is no substitute for brains." Exact words. He gives you a detailed manifesto of his competencies he expects out of rookies and other officers. Of course, they are noble qualities and he has little tolerance for boob boots...just like me.  His jargon is on point as are his police procedures.

Perhaps I am more like Joe who is described as an obese man who moves like Spiderman. He curses like me, too. Nope. He is too tech savvy to be a Fargo. Joe is a fantastic addition, bringing in no nonsense, technological know-how, and humor.

I really enjoyed the international intrigue and the realism of government interference which added to the unexpected twists.  You hate them, you love them, then you hate them all over again. Different missions. Are locals supposed to mesh with the feds? The jury is still out on that. But what if the feds are inherently bad? Additionally, the Chinese government officials add to the mix.

If this isn't enough, a big deal political rally is being held, so the security of public officials is key. Furthermore, public safety is always an issue. Coordinating through all the rhetoric and government run-around seems about par for the course. Kane keeps stumbling on to new leads which steer him into unanticipated directions.

Detective Kane even has retrospective points where he thinks back on a previous memory and plays the "what ifs". Like when he envisions the killer planting the bugs which is a risky move in the first place, but yet, it is more than that. It is a true violation of space and privacy, the kind that gets you in the gut.

Off The Grid is contemporary with real world mirroring of political chaos, policing, and spy issues. McCaw's conspiracies seem authentic which might come from his work experience.  Rooting for Kane to get to the bottom of every puzzle was fun. There were instances when I was tense and times I was relieved. Those are great reader moments.

McCaw has a unique artistic talent. Off The Grid is smart, crafty, and original. I would highly recommend you pick up a copy on Amazon.

(It is even reasonably priced for the quality of story and length-bonus!)

You won't be disappointed...well, except when you finish it. Putting this book down is like missing a best friend. 

************************About the Author**************************

From his bio: 

"Robert McCaw grew up in a military family traveling the world. After graduating from Georgetown University, he served as a lieutenant in the US Army before earning his law degree from the University of Virginia. Thereafter he practiced as a partner in a major international law firm in Washington, DC, and New York City—and maintained a home on the Big Island of Hawai’i. McCaw brings a unique authenticity to his Koa Kāne Hawaiian mystery novels in both his law enforcement expertise and his ability to portray the richness of Hawai’i’s history, culture, and people. "

Friday, June 21, 2019

IRAN so far away...hey, hey...

Back at the grindstone of studies. Now I am onto thesis proposal and archaeology. They don't match much, even though my area of concentration is Archaeology. My thesis is more along the lines of my expertise which is biological anthropology: infant deaths. So, not sure how that will pan out, but my advisor is on board. Here goes a year long research project. Now, if it doesn't fly at the end, I have failed and will not get my master's. Therefore, I must.

Meanwhile, I am trying to generate some traffic on my latest article which was written with sarcasm to cover up the heartfelt points of this post. Read on for more about rookie advice here.

A book review is in the works. Yes, I had time to squeeze one in between summer school sessions.

It's the first day of summer and possibly the only day of this week without rain. Woohoo! Love it.

Today is the first day also, of my bad carb, sugar free meal planning. I have started the day out with many a headaches, which is expected. Wish me luck. I need to kick these asthma medications and choking problems at night. Gah. Getting old is luck getting stuck on the crapper without toilet paper.

Meanwhile, the WH has been wishy washy in the "measured" response to Iran. Are we using baking utensils to do so? I was expecting something secret such as a surprise attack and then claim it before ISIS does, but we seem to announce everything in advance. Why don't we just say..."Hey, move everyone and everything near and dear to you out of this area, because it is now going to become a big lake. Sorry about your buildings."


War is so weird now. Not that I welcome one, because I don't. However, we seem to be taking a lot of hits as of late without showing them who is boss. Is it because our allies have gone missing? I know it isn't because we talk things out nowadays, because that doesn't work either.

I guess I will impatiently wait and bunker down. Yes, I am protecting myself against 'nado activity and awaiting our political response to foreign enemies. It might be a while. I better grab some snacks. BUT...in the nonprocesses, nonbadcarb and nosugar form.

Happy 1st day of Summer!

Thursday, June 20, 2019

And the Trophy Goes to...

Have you ever read the news and found nothing uplifting? LOL. Of course. Everyday, right?

Sometimes when my newsfeed is saturated with negative stuff, I envision the awards for journalists in an event of pomp and circumstance. And the following goes to so and so for...

1. The Doom and Gloom Award
2. Fake News Trophy
3. Unhumanitarian Award
4. Cloak and Dagger Reporting
5. Chicken Little Commendation
6. The Unlying Politician Trophy

For the most part, the weather has been a soap opera and is more fascinating to watch than anything. Especially since I live in tornado alley. I am glued to the radar. My vision is seeing red, green, yellow, and orange blips everywhere. It's quite annoying.

Yes, I know. I have a little sarcasm going on. I get sick of all the misery, really.

As a cop, I saw it every day, but it was little miseries and local.

It didn't seem to trigger me at all like the way news is portrayed. Everything triggers someone. And yet, I can't even piece the truth together with five articles about the same thing. Gah.

So, I have been diving into archaeological studies and research as a student should and burying my head like an ostrich.

The best thing is being on the back of my horse and forgetting about all this raucous everywhere. Fo' get about it! You know, text impersonating a mobster might not even be politically correct anymore. 

Maybe I should go back to bastardizing celebrity quotes and making a mockery of a story. There's a thought.

Sadly, Game of Thrones is over. Fineeshed. Poo. TWD new season? I wonder how many more of those they will produce. The Vikings? It is fineeshed too, I believe. Gah. I need a life.

Are you ready for a new election season. What? Already? Yes. It's coming. Brace yourselves.

Monday, June 17, 2019

Round 2 of CMS

CMS-Crazy Mom Syndrome

Some days are like Mary Poppins.
(Photo by Edu Canton, Unsplash)

WSF asked if I had been on a mushroom trip. No. But my brain is mush, so part of the phrase is applicable.

See how my brain is working? It isn't! Short circuiting causes wires to be crossed and then nonsensical happenings abound.

Yesterday, I just happen to put people's famous quotes in a silly story and spin the words. It made no sense, just like the politicians in this world and my brain right now. My brain on school. No decisions. No progress. Just back and forth.

School is kicking my butt. I had to write 15 (4-6 pages each) papers, 4 (7-8 pages each) big papers, create a 75 minute class to teach, read a book and do a 7-8 page book review. All in 5 weeks. Beat me. I finished, but I was toast. I overloaded assignments the week before graduation so I could focus on Bug's graduation, but it was too late. I was useless. Then I had another class which required weekly assignments toward a thesis and a proposal, etc.

On top of that, Bug's graduation was something I had been planning for a year, but I left too much for last minute.

I completely checked out at the graduation open house. Completely...like all the way... checked out. It resembled one of those 40s movies when the beautiful heiress is locked up for shock therapy and is found sitting on a bench outside...empty. Shut down.

I am sure most of Bug's teachers and guests figured I was trashed. Not a drop. I was lethargic, in a daze, and slow reacting. I pretty much stood there, staring into space. And I could not connect the dots.

So, I know I hit a breaking point. My body and mind could not take any more stress. Usually, you envision this is because you saved 3 babies from a raging river and the world from a psychopathic killer, but not from yourself. Most everyone just made fun of me being an unorganized mother. It was a lot to do by myself while working full time and taking an overload of classes. At least that is what I tell myself.

Hidden in all the agendas, I still am responsible for finishing a painting for a friend's baby room. I am now in the middle of a new book which I am anxious to share with you when I am finished. I am writing for Law Enforcement Today each month and the last two articles have flopped. No traffic. Nuts. Here is the latest one on future crime fighters.

So, you see, yesterday's post made perfect sense. LOL.

You have to read it with a sense of humor and maybe recognize the actual quotes from famous people I put in there. Or not. I wanted you to get in the mind of someone who has had too much information shoved in there in too short of a time. It's a psychological science experiment. Think of yourself as a student. Mwahhhahaa! Or you could just go down the same road...Fargo has snapped.

But that was yesterday and today I have regrouped and started new classes for summer. I am not sure if I will take summer school again. The first time I took it, I told myself never again and then I had 2 years between and decided...oh, sure. Egads. Stupid.

I think it takes about 6 years to finally break from the "good 'ol days" of being a cop. I have a totally new focus and interest which still relates back to being a cop, but doesn't.

Age has finally crept up on my as well. I have started to do special exercises to prevent me from being a cripple, not to be in shape to be able to protect myself. It's weird. And sad.

If you think about it, most of our lives are more than half over at the age of 50. I need to start cherishing them. All I do is work to get myself out the hole I put myself in when I moved here. The light of day is approaching, but there was much hole to dig. Yoda.

I hope to be out of my mind weirdness soon. The Bug is graduated and headed off to be a sailor. Her success makes everything right.

No regrets. Never look at your life with that lens. Look forward. Learn from the past. Be kind.

Yes, I am making political bumper stickers now.

Sunday, June 16, 2019

Close Encounters of the Strange Kind

The noise was so loud, it overpowered the yappers in the room. There were a bunch of them. All huddled together. Mother Nature was showing her temper quite well by the sounds of thunder. It was surprisingly heard through the room which was supposed to be sound proof. 

"Don't you think we should check the weather and possibly seek shelter. They said there would be tornadic activity today."

No one really seemed to respond to me. 

"Hey, yo. Tornadic weather out there. Spins. Whirls. Throws shit around, including cows and people. No joke."

"Tornadic is not a word. See. The translation on the computer underlines it in red."

"Well, I'm a scientist, and clearly I can coin it. Maybe it just isn't in your Googlcabulary." I took out my phone and started a search. " See, look at my phone. It says 'of or related to a tornado'. Told you."

"Ms. Fargo, the internet is just a world passing notes around in a classroom."

"Whatever dude.Google says, therefore it is."

"I thought you said you were a scientist. I don't think you qualify."

" I am.  Look at Google: 'a person who is studying or has expert knowledge of one or more of the natural or physical sciences'. Bam. Fuck you. I'm a scientist."

The figure in the corner stepped forward and with a raspy voice addressed us, "Why does she have her phone?" 

"Finally, the dark figure in the corner speaks. I was beginning to think the Shadow knows."


"You know, who knows what evil lurks within?"

"Shut up, Fargo. Take her phone. She gets nothing, not even a paper or pen."

"No doodling? I surely cannot even think without that opportunity. Surely, you do not seek the truth if you won't let me doodle. Drawing is the highway to my mind. Maybe I will be able to focus better. " 

I was just being annoying. It was my nature. Jon seemed to be anxious to interview me. Nervous actually. I know. I am pretty intimidating. I took advantage of his weakness. 

"Ms. Fargo, you don't get to doodle in my interview. I've been to Canada and I got the impression I could take over the entire country in about 2 days."

"Jon, may I call you Jon? I am Irish and German. I don't have a dog in the fight with Canada. So, you insulting Canadians, really makes no sense."

"Ms. Fargo, I've got all night. Insomnia is my greatest inspiration."


"Ms. Fargo. Unemployment is at an all time low because everyone has two jobs. I cannot afford to mess up this interview. You must cooperate."

"Don't call me Ms. Fargo. This is really not formal. It's like you are building up this wall of inferiority with me, looking down at me. Maybe you need more practice talking to people."

"Ms. Fargo. Is it tru..."

"Look, Mr. Stewart, you gave a very emotional and bravo worthy speech in front of Congress for the 9/11 benefits. It was much needed. I think you were impactful. However, I am not normally a fan of yours. And, on this one subject, we can agree. But, I am not interested in being your guest on your show. So, I will decline. Thank you, though, for the invitation."

"Ms. Fargo, you are not on my show. You are in a locked down interview room with some key players and they hired me because of my quick abilities and hard charging interviewing skills."

"Like I said."

"Yesterday, the president met with a group he calls the Coalition of the Willing."


"Um, Yeah, Jon, not sure what you are referring to, so I'm out."

"I was told you know."

"No idea."

"Ok. I don't know why they would have me ask you questions you don't know the answers to. Maybe I have the wrong questions. I was given them in advance."

"You are just a puppet. I think they set you up to be the fall guy. Blame it on you. Poor skills, second rate. It's how the species eat their own."

"The species?"

"Yeah, the Democrats."

"Probably. I was born with an adult head and a tiny body. Like a 'Peanuts' character."

"Ok, sir. Um, yeah, Ok. I didn't noticed until you pointed it out. Kind of Charlie Brownish."

"Give me some credit. I can get this done and do as they expect. McVeigh's lawyers got him the death penalty, which frankly, I could have done."

"Uh, alrighty then. Can I go home?"

"No. Why would you even ask that question?"

"It's kind of along the lines of hostage negotiation training. You always want to ask them if they want to come out in the beginning and periodically, because sometimes no one asks and they are just waiting for a peaceful exit. i am using reverse psychology."

"No. Answer still is no. You still have to find a way to pay for cheaper rent."

"Yeah. Not sure. Not computing that, Jon."

I could tell they were going to wear me down with their crazy talk, make me lose my mind, go insane for just a minute, and try to extract some information. What information, I did not know.  Little did they know, I had already lost my mind years ago. I understood you could not do it twice. So, there was no chance they were going to win. 

"Fargo, you did know the last time the United States had an existential threat was at Devil's Tower when close encounters of the third kind almost intercepted our banking systems."

"Ok. Now you are just hurting my head. I think I would like some time in solitary. I don't want any visitors. I don't want internet access."

"Ok. I'll let them know. Maybe they can get back to running the country."

"Oh yeah. I feel safer already. By the way, Jon, they have been watching the whole time and the shadow is still here. You don't have to let them know. They heard you. The shadow knows."

"Yeah, Fargo. I really don't get the shadow thing. I get Atlanta, not only for the love of strip clubs, but the shopping is great, too."

*blink * blink*

Monday, April 29, 2019

Blogger Blips and New Ships

It is the struggle bus. End of semester for school and teaching. I am exhausted and cannot keep up. So, it looks like I will have no income over the summer due to enrollment issues with summer classes. I have jumped on the wagon and hustled for a graduate assistantship to survive being a full time student this summer. Wish me luck. I am tired, excited, but scared. I might be at Biolife to get gas money.

In other news, the kiddo graduates soon. She has already checked out of high school and life with parents. I think she has that "I'm thirty now bug" which is really irritating. I am sure I skipped it and was the most wonderful child. I don't recall being an asshole.

In yet some more other news, the Navy has lost 2 in boot camp. Yikes. Now they are reevaluating their processes. Was the health screening a failure? Was it a fluke? Was it the physical endurance? I cannot imagine it becoming a problem just now and had been in place for decades. I think they might have missed some kiddos with heart issues. Just a guess. Scary. Prayers up for the families and may the sailors rest in peace.

For some uplifting reading, check out my latest on Law Enforcement Today. I bet you might remember some of these if you have been a long term reader of my fodder. If not, you are welcome! Even if you don't like it, thanks for reading. Traffic is the only way I get paid. At this rate, this article is going to bring in negative dollars. I am not striking a chord.

I am going to be headed to your blogs and keeping more active this summer. I do look forward to that in so many ways! I have missed the connections.

Saturday, April 20, 2019

Prime Time

Stand by for NEWS!
Meanwhile...you can check out what my figure should look like, but at this time does not resemble:

Hmm..seems I have having difficulty loading these inappropriate pictures. I guess perhaps Big Brother has put a block on them. You know, it is getting more and more censored out there. 
Nothing is for free and oh wait. That ain't workin', that's the way you do it.
Money for nothin' and your chicks for free. You know where to find the rest. 

Anyhoozle, after this coming weekend I will hopefully have some pics to share and some exciting news about one of my graduate courses. Right now it is flooding, but we are supposed to have a reprieve tonight. Yay.  

Spring semester is almost finished and on to summer. And now for a continuation of my monkey paper which is due in Primatology class. Do you know how hard it is to write about something you know nothing about? Egads. And do it without wine? Usually I write drunk and edit sober. Not really, but it might work better. 

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

The Place of Brotherly Love

There is a lot on my mind lately, but most of it is overshadowed by my brother's fight for survival. He has always been so strong. In the last few communications, he has expressed his exhaustion in fighting all that Chrohn's has given him which is more than enough for an army to endure. I can't let him give up and I can't accept it when he is tired, although I cannot fathom his pain. It is a hard reality to face and so I choose not to and hold out for hope. Below is a FB post from my sister in law. I am sharing it here in hopes you might share it as well and perhaps a miracle or a donor would appear. My brother is pretty great. If I could trade him places, I would in a heart beat even though I am secretly a pussy and hate to be sick. He is so worthy of good health. Aside from all the pain and discomfort he feels on a daily basis, he does so much for so many and is always active in his community. I could only aspire to be a fraction of his goodness.

April is Donate Life Awareness Month; it seems most fitting today to update everyone on Alex Marschalk.
We visited Thailand in January in an attempts to halt or hinder his liver disease (Primary Schlerosing Cholangitis). Again, I want to mention this liver disease is NOT related to a drinking history, it is an autoimmune disease. It seems the stem cells have been ineffective at this point. Alex's liver is failing quite quickly currently.
He has been in the hospital again recently due to internal bleeding (varicies) and now has developed a blood clot in his portal vein which is not completely occluding the vein but if it does he is toast. AND, due to compromised circulation to his abdomen his stoma ( ileostomy (shit bag) he has due to he had to have his colon removed three years ago) is losing circulation. It is very painful. And finally. all his lab values are declining and showing his liver is deteriorating quicker than before. He is being evaluated this Wednesday for a stent to be placed in his liver to relieve some of the pressure in his circulatory system. It's a little risky...
So, Alex has been on the liver transplant list for two years and remains in the middle of the list. Most daunting is that he is of 0 negative blood type. He has a 13% chance of receiving a cadaver donor (for example someone dies in an accident and is a donor)
SO, it has been recommended that Alex pursue a living donor. This would involve someone of 0 blood type between the ages of 18-60, willing to donate part of their liver, the donors liver starts to grow back within the first week and fully in a couple of months.
I am going to post the contact number and link for those that are interested in becoming a living donor. It is all confidential, we are never told if anyone or no one offers to donate.
or call toll free 866-227-1569
or email at livingdonororgantp@mayo.edu
We are hopeful otherwise life would be quite bleak. Alex is the most humble, helpful, unassuming , kind man and a proud father of delightful Eva who is 10. He is so deserving of good things and good health, a chance at a long life.
Thanks for your consideration.

Monday, March 25, 2019

Catch The Ball!

Well, it has taken me 6 years to get here: to the ledge of the hole. I'm still hanging on by the fingernails, but I am determined to stand my feet on firm ground again. One more year should give me a better position.

Six years of struggles, poverty, and even food banks and assistance in 2013. Not many people know that. It feels pretty amazing to be here today and look back. 

I prayed and continue to pray every day. I thank God for all of you and my family who helped me in one way or another by lifting me up or helping me out. How do you return in kind all of that? I think of all of you often. Kindness in many forms.

As the world goes, I am certain many people facing the same things I did will not get out of poverty because they do not have the same skills. This is where we have to step in as a nation and do better. They do not have grit, determination, and a fabulous support system-both known and unknown. Some have mental illness or disorders. If I had those, I am not sure where I would be today.

Yes, I know. You are saying, "But, but-you crazy!"

All kidding aside, I have not been diagnosed with that.

My situation and case in point concretes the fact if we all did a little something to help someone and reach out to strangers when the opportunity arises, we can make a difference. You did. There were moments I felt like throwing in the towel and just hiking across America and living out of a dumpster. But, then there were those things like germs and diseases and bugs which deterred me.

Great people like me are still out there struggling. When someone is there throwing the ball, you just have to catch it! And sometimes you have to bury your pride and suck it up.

I try to give back when I can and reach out as much as possible. Sometimes it is obvious to me and I need no prodding. Other times, I go to churches and charities. Don't worry, I will never forget where I come from-my childhood, my family, moving into the upper poverty socio-economic status, and here. It grounds you forever. It was a good lesson. However, one I do not want to repeat.

There is more to my madness. Stay tuned.

Now, today, to give back. Here is a story I thought I would share with the world which happened last week. Enjoy!

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Fargo blurbs

Hello, friends.

We see some crazy stuff in our lives. I am always amazed even when I believe I have seen it all. Never say that. It's like saying the Q word when you are on patrol nights about to get off shift.

This week pretty much stinks. I am moving past it onto next week. Fast forward.

My school projects are creeping up on me. Yikes. Not ready for that! Where did the time go? I fear I will not have a summer off. It is going to be hectic.

Farewell, nice, quiet life. Hang on to your shorts.
The ride is about to become epic.

The kid is graduating.

I'm going to miss having her around and now it is time for her to adult. Yikes.

She is still a baby to me...which she constantly reminds me she is not.

Did I tell you she joined the Navy?

Friday, March 1, 2019

Monkey Bitness

Moving further toward springs seems to be favorable. However, Wyoming wind seemed to follow me here this winter as we experienced it and then some. I am trying to box it up and send it back. It is like wrangling cats.

School is approaching spring break, a much needed hiatus.

My brain is between exploding and becoming mush.

This morning, I just finished a 7 paper summary of monkey research.

Yes, it blends with public administration and anthropology. In more ways than one.

If you are bored, here are the latest on Law Enforcement Today.

I appreciate all the traffic and support.

My recent articles need some boosts as they seem to have fallen on deaf ears, or fell hard and fast. It seems I have lost my writing mojo. I must go find it. Here you are, you faithful readers. Enjoy!

7 things they can't take the fun factor out of policing

Copabilities-You Can't Do It

Friday, February 22, 2019

The Theory of Explosions

My dogs have found a new pastime: raiding the garbage. Like I starve them. They are fat and get fed every day with real dog food. Somehow, they have discovered that people food is dessert. Gah. That gets followed by rapid butt explosions that yours truly then has to clean up. Gross.

That's the excitement in my life. School, work, butt explosions.  There are times I feel like I have it together and other times when I think I might short out. You should be jealous.

My act is not together. I am certainly slipping in mental capacity. I stress about my memory in class. Right now, I was studying for a test today (last minute cram) because if I walk 5 feet, I have forgotten everything. And as I was concentrating on monkey species, I blew up a pan of tomato soup on the stove. Like everywhere. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

Yep. Beat me. I hate to clean.

Is it stress overload or the beginning of dementia? That is my fear in life: losing my mind for reals. I can deal with the cancers, the heart, the kidneys, the liver, everything else. Two ways I do not want to go is by suffocation (asthma related illness) and Alzheimer's or dementia.

So back to the present: I have to go buy a new pan. It was my only saucepan. But first, clean. Yuck.

So, the moral of this story is that bad decisions lead to unexpected explosions. Make better choices. Maybe I should tether myself to the stove when I start cooking. One thing is for sure, I am not going to be home when the butt explosions kick in. I might leave that for the rest of the household.

Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Taxes and anyhoozles

I did not die.

Right now I should be doing research, but instead I am writing about the latest and greatest in news, politics, and policing.

Today's post is brought to you by a glass of Gnarly Head red wine. DO NOT even go there. It's good wine. And cheap. Stop. It.

I have a couple book reviews to post but due to my yucko schedule, I am not sure if I will get to them for a couple weeks.

Last night while doing homework, I watched the State of the Union address. It amused me. I trolled Twitter and the interwebs to see the critics go to work. Oh boy did they. But what did they report?  A 76% American public approval rate and no Pinocchios. In fact, not much to give the Democrats anything to scoff at which made them even more upset. Oh there were a few groans and frowny faces, but not your usual hell, fire, and damnation.
Can I write off this speech? Hmmm. I might list it as a deduction.
Nuts, I should have purchased a new necklace instead of stringing dice. 

Nanci Pelosi took the house with Most Animated Facial Expressions and the Rudetooti Honor. The woman and papers at SOTU. I mean, was she doing her taxes? Was it a thank you list for Christmas presents? Was she writing a letter of apology for being stubborn during the shutdown?

Why would you rattle a bunch of papers unless it was for rudeness factor? And what was that condescending clap thing about? Like her approval is going to make a difference to the American people? I'm sorry I try, but I can't like her for anything.
It's this big and collapsing. 
The amount of money I will give you for the wall.

Kamala Harris won the Grumpalumpagus Award. She could kill me with one look. It was obvious she was miserable and dying a slow, painful death. Could you imagine her as a prosecutor? *shudder* She actually has a pretty good court room interrogation presence.

AOC took away the Stone Face Crown. However, I think it was done in order not to smear her perfect application of lipstick.

It did pop! She can wear it and look amazing and even appear to have some fashion class. But, only if she doesn't speak.

Oh, the men were there.

Meanwhile Schumer got the Sch-muck of the Night. Is it just me or does he remind you of the face of irrelevant? Is it just me? It is, isn't?

I know if I stare with demon eyes, it will make POTUS uncomfortable 
just as it worked in Kindergarten when I didn't get my way.
I can pierce him! I know it! Fire up the laser!

Yes, I did also pay attention to the Republicans. They cheered a lot even if they did not pay attention. I think they were just following along with the wave. Hatch and McConnell and others were probably holding their breath in anticipation that Trump followed the teleprompter.

After all, he tends to go off the rails.

I hope they think about how long they can pause breathing. At their age, it might be dangerous. Actually...(just remember "actually" is a sign of lying) the old guys are important to level out the young cuckoo types (AOC). I think POTUS made a stab at socialism for Bernie and AOC. They did not flinch a muscle. It's like they had starch in their faces. You would think tho, that it would have worked on Bernie's wrinkles. Ah, you gotta love the guy. He looks like a crazy science teacher.

Orin: "Please God, let him follow the red bouncy ball on the screen to the nice words. 
We can say "God", right Mitch?" Mitch: "Not sure. I will get back to you on that."

On the other hand, Ted Cruz appeared to act like he had a bowl before SOTU or tucked a little flask  in his jacket or something as he was gleeful the entire time. I mean, how can you be that happy.

Perhaps the up and down and clapping after every 3rd word was similar to elementary games in PE. It brought back happy memories.
Look. The left is terrified of this beard. My purple tie. All of it. But it's inclusive.
Happy day, happy dance. I'm pretty sure all the Democrats are mad today. 
And that's Ok with me. Texas is big. It's my state. We got some Texas points tonight.
Do you think the beard makes me less political and more cowboy, if that's a thing in Congress? 

Well, anyhoozle. Here I am. It is time to hit the hay. More for another day. I will get around to reading my peeps more often. I have been around seeing your things, just not getting a chance to comment. I also have some more stops to get to as I have been taking the short train to get through the days since I am working about 12 hours or more a day.

It's the American dream.

I'm not complaining. I'm employed and insured and digging myself out of a hole after starting over. It's all going to be excellent! I am in the right place, molding young minds. Like moldy. For reals.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Happy New Year!

I hope you have a blessed year ahead of you and that 2019 brings you joy. What have I done for the new year? I have gotten my house in order or at least started. I have made no resolutions. Just goals. Psych. They are same-same, yes?

Are those the same thing? Perhaps. I think.

It cracks me up that people get so hung up on the word. Have a plan or don't have one, but resolutions or goals make no never mind.

What have I done? Made some plans. Goals. Changes. I have downloaded daily devotionals to pop up daily for the good Word. I have added 5 minute meditation to each morning before coffee. Coffee is my reward. Yes, losing weight is on the list. I don't feel good. I can't breathe. It is time to shed the fat. Goals, peeps, goals. I set up some gym stuff and in-home exercises. Go me! I have many more plans.

Oh, and school.

More sharing later. But first, coffee.

So, here is to you. May your year fill you with happiness!

Meanwhile, if you are bored, or need reading material for the backed up turkey amd ham, here is my latest on LET.All about deviants...read here