"What is the phone number to the alarm company?" CA Cop has asked me this a few times, well actually he has been asking me to call and I keep forgetting, "Will it be on the sign in our front yard?"
You see there has been a RASH of home burglaries in Baytown (technically in the entire bay area and certainly including our home town).
"I've seen the emotional damage..... and that's my main concern." Then he went on to list the items in our home that may be of interest to the dirtbags.
He is wanting to order another motion detector or two for our home to patrol our darkened rooms while we sleep or to help shore up the castle walls while I am running errands during the day.
His sleep has been bothered. He dreams of break ins. Often. Very. Often. A gust of wind rattling a door caused him to spring up in bed with a "WHAT WAS THAT?" Only to retreat back to his pillow equally as fast with no recollection of it the next morning.
But sometimes he does recall the dreams. They are vivid as he scrambles to protect his family.
He changed all the batteries in our smoke detectors the other day.......
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Figuring It All Out
"I think I've figured it out!" He announced this as he came into the kitchen. Arms crossed, he leaned back against the counter.
I had no idea what he was talking about, but clearly it was something that had been causing him some mental conflict.
"I think I have such little patience for the kid's noises because I can't escape noise all day long. Baytown has a nonstop stream of radio traffic flowing from the dispatchers to my radio and then directly into my eardrum. It never stops."
I wrinkled my brow at him, sad that he was feeling inadequate in his parenting and also really finding an understanding in how freaking annoying that would be. I mean seriously, on a 12+ hour shift his radio is never turned off, not for lunch, not for bathroom break, not for a quick phone call to me, not for any reason. And so the incessant noise oozes into that amazing brain of his, via his custom fit ear piece, all the while he multi tasks.
Thanks for giving me that little nugget of perspective. I can be a better wife to you when I know where you're coming from and something as simple as that bit of enlightenment helps me understand just that much more about your day and what you need when you get home.
I had no idea what he was talking about, but clearly it was something that had been causing him some mental conflict.
"I think I have such little patience for the kid's noises because I can't escape noise all day long. Baytown has a nonstop stream of radio traffic flowing from the dispatchers to my radio and then directly into my eardrum. It never stops."
I wrinkled my brow at him, sad that he was feeling inadequate in his parenting and also really finding an understanding in how freaking annoying that would be. I mean seriously, on a 12+ hour shift his radio is never turned off, not for lunch, not for bathroom break, not for a quick phone call to me, not for any reason. And so the incessant noise oozes into that amazing brain of his, via his custom fit ear piece, all the while he multi tasks.
Thanks for giving me that little nugget of perspective. I can be a better wife to you when I know where you're coming from and something as simple as that bit of enlightenment helps me understand just that much more about your day and what you need when you get home.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Enlighten Me.....Job Realities
My legs were draped over the armrest of the recliner as I sipped from my water bottle and began to unwind from the long day. The squeals of "Daddy, yay, daddy," flowed past her closed door, down the stairs, and were audible over my blaring TV show. The sheer joy was contagious. I could picture her probably standing on her pink canopy bed shuffling her curtains to the side to catch a glimpse of him pulling into the driveway. She had heard the garage door open. I stood up to greet him. Arms full he made his way in through the garage. He threw his duty belt down and began peeling off the layers. I put my hands around his neck and kissed his cheek. The little footsteps could be heard making their way down the stairs. She rounded the bottom step and came flying into the family room. She and I smiled at each other as she flung herself at her target. He scooped her up with a kiss on the top of her shiny brown hair. We both completely adore him. Even through her chatter about the day you could see the stress and exhaustion on his face. His blue eyes don't hide much. She scampered up the stairs in front of him. She knew he would sing to her and tuck her back in,
He was expressionless as he came downstairs, grabbed the laptop, and collapsed on the couch.
He was quiet for some time before he spoke.
"I can't get it off my mind.... that case today."
I knew it, baby, you didn't even have to say it out loud. It was displayed in the worry lines on your face, in the heaviness of your shoulders, the near dragging in your steps.
I moved from the recliner to the couch and put his sore feet on my lap to help relieve his concerns in the small way I was capable of.
She was a 7 year old girl and he was her uncle, they were inside a car in a parking lot, and I am sure you can figure out the rest. Witnesses called Baytown PD and CA Cop was the first on the scene.
There really is such an ugly medley of evil that our officers must extinguish or contain each and every relentless day. My concern is can they really remain stoic and unscathed with all the exposure? Does it slowly tear into their foundation over time or if they build the walls tall enough through God and family can they keep the fortress strong?
I guess I'm asking for some enlightenment....I would love to hear from officers and family members walking in all different stages of this life. Are you affected by what you see? In a permanent way or is it more temporary? Have you noticed differences in your officer the more they are exposed to or as each year passes in this profession?
They just see and hear so much.....
He was expressionless as he came downstairs, grabbed the laptop, and collapsed on the couch.
He was quiet for some time before he spoke.
"I can't get it off my mind.... that case today."
I knew it, baby, you didn't even have to say it out loud. It was displayed in the worry lines on your face, in the heaviness of your shoulders, the near dragging in your steps.
I moved from the recliner to the couch and put his sore feet on my lap to help relieve his concerns in the small way I was capable of.
She was a 7 year old girl and he was her uncle, they were inside a car in a parking lot, and I am sure you can figure out the rest. Witnesses called Baytown PD and CA Cop was the first on the scene.
There really is such an ugly medley of evil that our officers must extinguish or contain each and every relentless day. My concern is can they really remain stoic and unscathed with all the exposure? Does it slowly tear into their foundation over time or if they build the walls tall enough through God and family can they keep the fortress strong?
I guess I'm asking for some enlightenment....I would love to hear from officers and family members walking in all different stages of this life. Are you affected by what you see? In a permanent way or is it more temporary? Have you noticed differences in your officer the more they are exposed to or as each year passes in this profession?
They just see and hear so much.....
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Duty
CA Cop rubbed his eyes. Not even 1/3 of the way through his shift and he was starting to feel worn out. It was a busy night. A warm night. The summer air kept Baytown warm enough to wear short sleeves all night long. He had been going from call to call and was finally taking a moment to chat with some of the guys back at the station. He pulled his phone out of his front pocket and glanced down at the time. He excused himself from the conversation and made his way outside to his patrol car. The moonlight reflected off the shine on his boots as he lifted his right foot and then his left into the car. He adjusted in his seat to find the most comfortable position to sit with his full duty belt around his waist, gun on one side, taser on the other. He rolled up his windows, pressed his speed dial and made the call.
Miles away, I was kneeling at the side of the bed she would be sleeping in for the night when I heard the phone ring. Shasta was standing up in a port a crib protesting his captivity. Sierra knew his ring and knew why he was calling, he promised her he would.
He spoke gently to me as we exchanged brief information about our activities since we had last spoken. He offered to help soothe Shasta and then to speak to Sierra.
She laid on her pillow and I strained my ears as I heard him sing to her a lullaby. The lullaby he sings to her each night. I could picture him in my mind as he sang, in his full uniform, badge over his heart, singing to his baby girl. As she whispered to him and told him goodnight the smell of bubblegum toothpaste filled the room. He softly expressed to her his love and wished her good dreams.
As I got back on the phone with him I heard the radio traffic in the background beckoning him to another call. And we hung up.
I know that sometimes his duty to his job will keep us apart physically, but I am grateful that his duty to his family will always keep us close.
Miles away, I was kneeling at the side of the bed she would be sleeping in for the night when I heard the phone ring. Shasta was standing up in a port a crib protesting his captivity. Sierra knew his ring and knew why he was calling, he promised her he would.
He spoke gently to me as we exchanged brief information about our activities since we had last spoken. He offered to help soothe Shasta and then to speak to Sierra.
She laid on her pillow and I strained my ears as I heard him sing to her a lullaby. The lullaby he sings to her each night. I could picture him in my mind as he sang, in his full uniform, badge over his heart, singing to his baby girl. As she whispered to him and told him goodnight the smell of bubblegum toothpaste filled the room. He softly expressed to her his love and wished her good dreams.
As I got back on the phone with him I heard the radio traffic in the background beckoning him to another call. And we hung up.
I know that sometimes his duty to his job will keep us apart physically, but I am grateful that his duty to his family will always keep us close.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Problem Solving
The other night CA Cop and I did a vehicle swap that resulted in him forgetting his house keys.
I. Lock. Up. Every doorknob, every deadbolt, every latch, and I top it off with the motion detector on our alarm set and active. This eventually lead to CA Cop staring up at his house at 3:00 AM while his family was locked tightly inside engulfed in peaceful slumber.
This was his process: He texted. He called. My vibrating phone didn't have the ability to wake me up after what seemed like a week of sleepless nights. I was finally in dreamland. Then I heard it, the tapping at my window. My second story window, mind you. Over and over. I jolted out of bed and tried to figure out where the sound was coming from and how. It was clear that it was an intentional disturbance. I instinctively reached for my phone and saw the two text notifications and a missed call. Even in my delirium the puzzle pieces came together quite rapidly. I called my stranded prince and ran downstairs to unlock the castle doors. He met me at the door with a closed lip grin and I planted a kiss on his cheek.
He told me that when he got into the backyard below our windows he looked around at our landscaping rocks then up at the target window. He just didn't feel that hurling the solid rock at our unsuspecting window would result in the outcome he was hoping for. He remembered that he had a bag of almonds he was snacking on in the car. The almonds became his ammunition of choice as they were fired up at the double pane glass. They made the perfect amount of noise without risking the integrity of the window.
Its not every night one gets the luxury of waking up to flying almonds.....At least he's a problem solver, right?
I. Lock. Up. Every doorknob, every deadbolt, every latch, and I top it off with the motion detector on our alarm set and active. This eventually lead to CA Cop staring up at his house at 3:00 AM while his family was locked tightly inside engulfed in peaceful slumber.
This was his process: He texted. He called. My vibrating phone didn't have the ability to wake me up after what seemed like a week of sleepless nights. I was finally in dreamland. Then I heard it, the tapping at my window. My second story window, mind you. Over and over. I jolted out of bed and tried to figure out where the sound was coming from and how. It was clear that it was an intentional disturbance. I instinctively reached for my phone and saw the two text notifications and a missed call. Even in my delirium the puzzle pieces came together quite rapidly. I called my stranded prince and ran downstairs to unlock the castle doors. He met me at the door with a closed lip grin and I planted a kiss on his cheek.
He told me that when he got into the backyard below our windows he looked around at our landscaping rocks then up at the target window. He just didn't feel that hurling the solid rock at our unsuspecting window would result in the outcome he was hoping for. He remembered that he had a bag of almonds he was snacking on in the car. The almonds became his ammunition of choice as they were fired up at the double pane glass. They made the perfect amount of noise without risking the integrity of the window.
Its not every night one gets the luxury of waking up to flying almonds.....At least he's a problem solver, right?
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Enlighten Me.......Observations
Driving down the freeway, kids in tow. We had a picnic lunch in the trunk and our hiking backpacks loaded with water bottles. The thermostat read 80+ degrees and the kids cheeks were already slightly pink from being outdoors the day before.
The new bottle of sunscreen rolled around my feet and I looked forward to kissing their foreheads and smelling the aroma brought on by that protective layer of lotion.
We cruised down the freeway with CA Cop's preselected tunes serenading us. Shasta's eyes were already growing heavy as he snuggled in his car seat, his head turned the direction of the window. Despite the sleep beginning to overtake him a small smile would creep the sides of his lips upward with every garbage truck that we passed. He loves them, dearly. Sierra flipped the pages of a book and read to her stuffed animals to keep them entertained on the drive.
With near silence from the back seat, a rarity, CA Cop and I began discussing various topics. I was asking him questions about police work. Specifically how he communicates with dispatch during a traffic stop and what kind of information he knows, if any, prior to approaching a vehicle.
As he answered my questions and our conversation continued he would point out various cars ahead of us on the freeway. He would state different facts about the vehicles and their drivers.
I sat in silence. I didn't know what to say. I realized at that moment he knew exactly who was driving every car that had passed us and probably some behind us as well. He had just rattled off, in casual conversation, the ethnicity, gender, and approximate age of all the drivers of the vehicles within eyesight along with the makes and models of the cars they were driving. Now, make and possibly models I could have pointed out, but descriptions of the drivers.......I guess I was too busy waving to the garbage trucks. It was fascinating to me to see how and what that brain of his is now storing and compartmentalizing.
So am I right to conclude that they never really turn "it" off? Even on their days off? They are still scanning for the bad guys? Sometimes I watch CA Cop look into vehicles as we pass by them and I can just see him salivating, thinking about how he would like to get into that car.
I don't know? Enlighten me.... Is this a rookie thing? Or is the level of alertness just something that develops into a character trait?
(PS. Could the views from our hike have been any better?)
The new bottle of sunscreen rolled around my feet and I looked forward to kissing their foreheads and smelling the aroma brought on by that protective layer of lotion.
We cruised down the freeway with CA Cop's preselected tunes serenading us. Shasta's eyes were already growing heavy as he snuggled in his car seat, his head turned the direction of the window. Despite the sleep beginning to overtake him a small smile would creep the sides of his lips upward with every garbage truck that we passed. He loves them, dearly. Sierra flipped the pages of a book and read to her stuffed animals to keep them entertained on the drive.
With near silence from the back seat, a rarity, CA Cop and I began discussing various topics. I was asking him questions about police work. Specifically how he communicates with dispatch during a traffic stop and what kind of information he knows, if any, prior to approaching a vehicle.
As he answered my questions and our conversation continued he would point out various cars ahead of us on the freeway. He would state different facts about the vehicles and their drivers.
I sat in silence. I didn't know what to say. I realized at that moment he knew exactly who was driving every car that had passed us and probably some behind us as well. He had just rattled off, in casual conversation, the ethnicity, gender, and approximate age of all the drivers of the vehicles within eyesight along with the makes and models of the cars they were driving. Now, make and possibly models I could have pointed out, but descriptions of the drivers.......I guess I was too busy waving to the garbage trucks. It was fascinating to me to see how and what that brain of his is now storing and compartmentalizing.
So am I right to conclude that they never really turn "it" off? Even on their days off? They are still scanning for the bad guys? Sometimes I watch CA Cop look into vehicles as we pass by them and I can just see him salivating, thinking about how he would like to get into that car.
I don't know? Enlighten me.... Is this a rookie thing? Or is the level of alertness just something that develops into a character trait?
(PS. Could the views from our hike have been any better?)
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Year One
Now that CA Cop has worn the badge for a year I thought I'd post on how he's changed and how I've changed directly related to that shiny piece of metal.
Me:
More independent- Being a cop's wife has made me step up and do things on my own that I may have otherwise not bothered doing. The kids and I have gone on beach trips, zoo trips, and family parties without our main man. I've flown solo to weddings, dinners, and get toghethers. If you want to survive shift work, you have to be able to live a little while he sleeps a little.
Less Social- At the same time that I am willing to do a lot more on my own, there is a lot less to do or that I can do with sleeping kids at home and CA Cop out working. Also, there are some things that you just need to do as a couple. CA Cop's schedule seems to be opposite the 9-5ers and so we end up missing a lot of dinner dates with friends, hosting other couples, and being invited to do much of anything with anyone as a couple.
More of a caretaker- With CA Cop sleeping and waking at all different hours it has changed my role in the house a bit. I feel like it is my job to make sure he gets as much sleep as possible and I feel like I failed when he's up early. Plus you never know what a cop is going to want to eat and at what time. I'm always worried about his driving late at night and whether or not he has rested enough.
I'm not really sure how else I have changed. Overall, I like our life in connection with all things blue. I appreciate what he does. I don't feel like his job comes first. I feel like as much as he loves his job, he still loves his family more. My goal is to maintain that.
CA Cop
More Tired- CA Cop has always been one of those guys that requires his 8+ hours. Now he seldom gets that and so he always seems to be dragging a bit. Shift work is tough in the sleep department especially when every 3 days or so he switches back and forth from days with the family to nights at work.
In Charge- CA Cop seems a little more prone to ordering rather than asking. I think he's just used to telling someone to do what he needs them to do. Sometimes the lines get blurred at home.
More Concerned- He is far more concerned with where I'm going and when I'll be home than he used to be (not that I do much). Occasionally, he even has an opinion on my plans as far as whether or not he wants me to go.
Road Rage- He is FAR less patient when we are driving around. I think it has something to do with while at work he usually has somewhere to be quickly and every one slows down when they see a cop. I might start requiring the kids to wear ear plugs when we are in the car with daddy.
Less Social- His schedule just really doesn't coincide with most of our friends and family. Although he doesn't really seem to hang out with many other cops they are the ones he is communicating with the most either on the phone or texting.
Family Time- He's all about it. I know it has a lot to do with not seeing his babies for a handful of days at a time. But he seems to soak up the time he has with the little ones and even his wifey. We have a weekly date night now and we both really look forward it. I think we are less social as far as having many friends that we get together with, but we are closer as a family and as a couple because we always hang out together on his days off. Not too many people are home from work on a Tuesday so that just leaves us to entertain each other and have conversations together.
More Organized- This has always been in his nature, but since the academy I've really noticed it again. Every thing must have its place and there is a place for everything.
Overall Happier- He likes doing what he does. He likes being a cop. He wants to be out there chasing down the bad guys.
Less Stressed- As a contractor and a landlord it was easy to see that he stressed about what he was doing. He always worried about making every project perfect. As a cop, yes there is a lot of stress that comes with the job, but he seems to carry it differently. He is not visibly worried about his decisions each day. I think he trusts his judgement out on the streets more than in any other jobs.
Overall CA Cop seems to have adjusted well over the past year. The biggest adjustment has definitely been learning how to function around shift work. Being that he was self employed for the last few years prior to becoming a cop we had a little more freedom in the schedule area. So we are learning the pros and cons of each shift, and trying to focus on the pros.
Me:
More independent- Being a cop's wife has made me step up and do things on my own that I may have otherwise not bothered doing. The kids and I have gone on beach trips, zoo trips, and family parties without our main man. I've flown solo to weddings, dinners, and get toghethers. If you want to survive shift work, you have to be able to live a little while he sleeps a little.
Less Social- At the same time that I am willing to do a lot more on my own, there is a lot less to do or that I can do with sleeping kids at home and CA Cop out working. Also, there are some things that you just need to do as a couple. CA Cop's schedule seems to be opposite the 9-5ers and so we end up missing a lot of dinner dates with friends, hosting other couples, and being invited to do much of anything with anyone as a couple.
More of a caretaker- With CA Cop sleeping and waking at all different hours it has changed my role in the house a bit. I feel like it is my job to make sure he gets as much sleep as possible and I feel like I failed when he's up early. Plus you never know what a cop is going to want to eat and at what time. I'm always worried about his driving late at night and whether or not he has rested enough.
I'm not really sure how else I have changed. Overall, I like our life in connection with all things blue. I appreciate what he does. I don't feel like his job comes first. I feel like as much as he loves his job, he still loves his family more. My goal is to maintain that.
CA Cop
More Tired- CA Cop has always been one of those guys that requires his 8+ hours. Now he seldom gets that and so he always seems to be dragging a bit. Shift work is tough in the sleep department especially when every 3 days or so he switches back and forth from days with the family to nights at work.
In Charge- CA Cop seems a little more prone to ordering rather than asking. I think he's just used to telling someone to do what he needs them to do. Sometimes the lines get blurred at home.
More Concerned- He is far more concerned with where I'm going and when I'll be home than he used to be (not that I do much). Occasionally, he even has an opinion on my plans as far as whether or not he wants me to go.
Road Rage- He is FAR less patient when we are driving around. I think it has something to do with while at work he usually has somewhere to be quickly and every one slows down when they see a cop. I might start requiring the kids to wear ear plugs when we are in the car with daddy.
Less Social- His schedule just really doesn't coincide with most of our friends and family. Although he doesn't really seem to hang out with many other cops they are the ones he is communicating with the most either on the phone or texting.
Family Time- He's all about it. I know it has a lot to do with not seeing his babies for a handful of days at a time. But he seems to soak up the time he has with the little ones and even his wifey. We have a weekly date night now and we both really look forward it. I think we are less social as far as having many friends that we get together with, but we are closer as a family and as a couple because we always hang out together on his days off. Not too many people are home from work on a Tuesday so that just leaves us to entertain each other and have conversations together.
More Organized- This has always been in his nature, but since the academy I've really noticed it again. Every thing must have its place and there is a place for everything.
Overall Happier- He likes doing what he does. He likes being a cop. He wants to be out there chasing down the bad guys.
Less Stressed- As a contractor and a landlord it was easy to see that he stressed about what he was doing. He always worried about making every project perfect. As a cop, yes there is a lot of stress that comes with the job, but he seems to carry it differently. He is not visibly worried about his decisions each day. I think he trusts his judgement out on the streets more than in any other jobs.
Overall CA Cop seems to have adjusted well over the past year. The biggest adjustment has definitely been learning how to function around shift work. Being that he was self employed for the last few years prior to becoming a cop we had a little more freedom in the schedule area. So we are learning the pros and cons of each shift, and trying to focus on the pros.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Reflections
Last month CA Cop and I celebrated our 7th anniversary. This month we'll mark the completion of his first year on the job. Thus, the "reflecting". As we sat next to each other at one of those restaurants where they cook the food in front of you and make the onion into a smoking volcano we talked about our last 7 years. The homes we've had, the places we've lived, the vacations we've taken, the births of our children. All the milestones that we've seen come and go. We talked about what we want out of the next 7 years. Where we want life to take us and what we'd like to experience on that journey. If any more little ones will be planned.
Now I know that 7 years is still just the very beginning, but I really feel that we have learned exactly how we function best as a family. I have so much joy in my life completely centered around him and our children. I feel like we are a really good team. Like any team, albeit baseball or soccer, there are certain positions that must be filled in order for the team to play successfully. Two people couldn't play pitcher at the same time because that would leave a space in the outfield vulnerable. That is kinda how our family works. We have positions. And when we are fulfilling our designated position our household just seems to run so smoothly. Especially with the crazy schedule and random overtime it has been really important that we work as a team. We know that we can count on each other.
CA Cop has proven to me that with him at the reigns our family will always be taken care of. Always, he will do what it takes. CA Cop, because of you I want for nothing.
I know this is a touchy feely post. But I just wanted to have these thoughts to reflect on in the future.
I am so grateful that 7 years ago we made a commitment to each other. Truly, CA Cop, with you, eternity is not long enough.
I love you, baby.
Now I know that 7 years is still just the very beginning, but I really feel that we have learned exactly how we function best as a family. I have so much joy in my life completely centered around him and our children. I feel like we are a really good team. Like any team, albeit baseball or soccer, there are certain positions that must be filled in order for the team to play successfully. Two people couldn't play pitcher at the same time because that would leave a space in the outfield vulnerable. That is kinda how our family works. We have positions. And when we are fulfilling our designated position our household just seems to run so smoothly. Especially with the crazy schedule and random overtime it has been really important that we work as a team. We know that we can count on each other.
CA Cop has proven to me that with him at the reigns our family will always be taken care of. Always, he will do what it takes. CA Cop, because of you I want for nothing.
I know this is a touchy feely post. But I just wanted to have these thoughts to reflect on in the future.
I am so grateful that 7 years ago we made a commitment to each other. Truly, CA Cop, with you, eternity is not long enough.
I love you, baby.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Squash the Litterbug
CA Cop asked her to step out of her vehicle. The unlicensed driver laid on the attitude real thick as she let him know he was racist for pulling her over for a broken tail light. She was more manly than CA Cop and her biceps were measurably larger.
As he searched the vehicle he found a pill bottle with some weed stuffed inside. Now this is California folks, and weed out here "ain't no thang". He handed her the bottle and told her she needed to dump the weed and stamp it out.
Well she did. And then she threw the bottle. Her arm was decent so the bottle flew with speed down the grass embankment leading up to the freeway on ramp that they were standing on.
CA Cop smiled as he gave her a couple options:
A.) She could take a merry little hike down the embankment and locate the pill bottle or
B.) She could enjoy paying her few hundred dollar littering fine after he wrote her a citation.
He leaned, casually against his patrol car as she searched through the grass for the bottle. The bottoms of her shoes caked with mud as she waded through the marsh-like area, trying to avoid the puddles, and trying to keep the mud from suctioning her shoes off.
People tossing garbage out their car window or on the ground is something CA Cop has little tolerance for. I despise it as well.
As he searched the vehicle he found a pill bottle with some weed stuffed inside. Now this is California folks, and weed out here "ain't no thang". He handed her the bottle and told her she needed to dump the weed and stamp it out.
Well she did. And then she threw the bottle. Her arm was decent so the bottle flew with speed down the grass embankment leading up to the freeway on ramp that they were standing on.
CA Cop smiled as he gave her a couple options:
A.) She could take a merry little hike down the embankment and locate the pill bottle or
B.) She could enjoy paying her few hundred dollar littering fine after he wrote her a citation.
He leaned, casually against his patrol car as she searched through the grass for the bottle. The bottoms of her shoes caked with mud as she waded through the marsh-like area, trying to avoid the puddles, and trying to keep the mud from suctioning her shoes off.
People tossing garbage out their car window or on the ground is something CA Cop has little tolerance for. I despise it as well.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Have Mercy......Please
CA Cop and I were getting ready to go out on the town, just the two of us. Shasta and Sierra were carted off to my brother's house to enjoy some time playing with their beloved cousins.
As I was switching purses...you know, to match my outfit, and to unload diapers, wipies, fruit snacks, and loose cheerios that wouldn't be required, I turned to CA Cop.
"Hey hon, is there any reason why I would need to bring my wallet?" Apparently this was a question that I have asked a time or two during similar situations. His response:
"You should always have your ID with you, I'm not going to tell you again."
I choked back the laughter and gave him a serious nod. Perhaps I raised an eyebrow at him, just ever so slightly.
His face broke into a smirk as he took me by the hand and opened the car door for me.
Help us all, if he brings his cop talk home! I'd like to think I'm slightly cuter than most the felons he deals with. Perhaps an extra spritz of body spray and a glossier lipstick will help him remember the difference next time.
But hey, if not, a little tough guy talk now and then will just allow me some internal chuckles throughout the day.
Love. Him.
As I was switching purses...you know, to match my outfit, and to unload diapers, wipies, fruit snacks, and loose cheerios that wouldn't be required, I turned to CA Cop.
"Hey hon, is there any reason why I would need to bring my wallet?" Apparently this was a question that I have asked a time or two during similar situations. His response:
"You should always have your ID with you, I'm not going to tell you again."
I choked back the laughter and gave him a serious nod. Perhaps I raised an eyebrow at him, just ever so slightly.
His face broke into a smirk as he took me by the hand and opened the car door for me.
Help us all, if he brings his cop talk home! I'd like to think I'm slightly cuter than most the felons he deals with. Perhaps an extra spritz of body spray and a glossier lipstick will help him remember the difference next time.
But hey, if not, a little tough guy talk now and then will just allow me some internal chuckles throughout the day.
Love. Him.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
CA Cop Retells
"The suspect fled from the still running vehicle. I jumped out of my patrol car and my boots slammed against the pavement as I pushed my body to run faster and stronger. He turned a corner and I was determined not to let him evade me any longer. Despite the gear weighing me down, my speed picked up as I rounded the same corner. A brick building. That's when it happened. He had a black pistol aimed right at my chest. I instinctively reached for my gun. My training took over as I pulled it from the holster. Survival set in. He fired. Twice. I felt the bullets approach my vest. Right in the middle of my chest. Then I heard the sounds from the gun that fired them. And the sounds, the deafening noise, woke me up from my sleep." CA Cop was grinning as he told me his dream and why he had shot out of bed so quickly.
"Wow, hon, that sounds pretty intense." My eyes were wide. My hand rested over my lips. My mind searched for something to say. Is that okay? Does it mean anything that he had this dream? Is this normal?
"It was just strange that it seemed as if the gunshots are what woke me up."
.......He's still smiling........hours later.......I think he likes his new ability to run through scenarios even while he's sleeping.
"Wow, hon, that sounds pretty intense." My eyes were wide. My hand rested over my lips. My mind searched for something to say. Is that okay? Does it mean anything that he had this dream? Is this normal?
"It was just strange that it seemed as if the gunshots are what woke me up."
.......He's still smiling........hours later.......I think he likes his new ability to run through scenarios even while he's sleeping.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
CA Cop, inside out
So Mrs Fuzz posted here recently all about Hot Fuzz and what he's like beyond the badge. Things that are very "uncop like". I enjoyed reading it and thought I would follow suit and give you all the low down on CA Cop.
So CA Cop in a nutshell... where do I begin?!
He's a former baseball star. Quite the skilled shortstop and pitcher. Jr Olympics, League World Series champ, collegiate pitcher. Those were the glory days. Such a stud. He loves to coach. He has coached at the JV and Varsity High School levels and has been invited to coach Junior College, but frankly doesn't have the time anymore. He'll play softball occasionally, but he found even that difficult to really commit to these days.
He has his bachelors degree in sociology. He was originally thinking he might become a teacher seeing as how he loved to coach and works really well with the youth. I have a suspicion that he'll get assigned as an SRO for a period of time.
When we first were dating I was shocked to see his closet. Not only were his shoes perfectly lined up, but all of his clothes were hung up and facing the same direction. He informed me that he always knew when his brother "borrowed" a shirt because it would be hung up differently. LOL. Some of that OCD left him for a short time after we wed, but has since returned.
He loves shoes and jackets. I think he gets at least one new jacket every year. He has so many ties, I don't think it would be possible to count them.
He can build you a house, but never a car. He went from a carpenter building scaffolding up the sides of tall sky scrapers and bridges in San Francisco and San Jose to becoming a general contractor running his own business doing custom remodelling for beautiful homes. He has made a couple homes we've purchased stunning; however, we pay to have our oil changed and panic if the check engine light appears. Let's just say cars aren't his strong point.
He is a total family man and most of the time would rather be with us than his buddies. His little girl is treated like a princess and his son gets hugs and kisses. I love watching him with the kids. On his days off Sierra insists that he is the one to put her to bed. He propels her into sweet dreams with stories of little animal adventures or lately, Santa Clause. He sings her "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" every night. Shasta is loved by his dad in a way that makes me melt. He has no qualms about giving his son affection. Of course he makes sure to tackle him every so often as well.
He listened to so much rap music in high school and junior college. I'm talking big speakers in the trunk of your lowered Honda kinda rap. HA HA HA!
He is a hunter. He LOVES hunting. Get the man into the woods with a tree stand and a gun and you won't see him for days. That was a very frequent hobby when we lived in a different state for a few years. Its harder to exercise that passion in the bay area. So he concludes that now he mostly just "hunts people."
This same guy who listened to the rap music wore a straw hat and drove a tractor when we lived in the other state. We bought a house with 10 acres and I learned things about CA Cop that I never knew! We bought an old Ford truck which he promptly named "Billy Bob" and filled our barn with farm animals and chickens that we gave names to. I loved watching the city boy turn country. I always knew I had it in me, but was pleased to see him bucking hay, with a grin, right beside me.
He's my sweetheart. Slow to anger (unless he accidentally bumps his head or hurts himself, lol). Real easy to get along with and very observant. He's a great father, a good son to his parents, and an excellent husband, besides all the detac he tries to test on me.
He's all these things..... Oh yeah, he also happens to be a cop.
So CA Cop in a nutshell... where do I begin?!
He's a former baseball star. Quite the skilled shortstop and pitcher. Jr Olympics, League World Series champ, collegiate pitcher. Those were the glory days. Such a stud. He loves to coach. He has coached at the JV and Varsity High School levels and has been invited to coach Junior College, but frankly doesn't have the time anymore. He'll play softball occasionally, but he found even that difficult to really commit to these days.
He has his bachelors degree in sociology. He was originally thinking he might become a teacher seeing as how he loved to coach and works really well with the youth. I have a suspicion that he'll get assigned as an SRO for a period of time.
When we first were dating I was shocked to see his closet. Not only were his shoes perfectly lined up, but all of his clothes were hung up and facing the same direction. He informed me that he always knew when his brother "borrowed" a shirt because it would be hung up differently. LOL. Some of that OCD left him for a short time after we wed, but has since returned.
He loves shoes and jackets. I think he gets at least one new jacket every year. He has so many ties, I don't think it would be possible to count them.
He can build you a house, but never a car. He went from a carpenter building scaffolding up the sides of tall sky scrapers and bridges in San Francisco and San Jose to becoming a general contractor running his own business doing custom remodelling for beautiful homes. He has made a couple homes we've purchased stunning; however, we pay to have our oil changed and panic if the check engine light appears. Let's just say cars aren't his strong point.
He is a total family man and most of the time would rather be with us than his buddies. His little girl is treated like a princess and his son gets hugs and kisses. I love watching him with the kids. On his days off Sierra insists that he is the one to put her to bed. He propels her into sweet dreams with stories of little animal adventures or lately, Santa Clause. He sings her "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" every night. Shasta is loved by his dad in a way that makes me melt. He has no qualms about giving his son affection. Of course he makes sure to tackle him every so often as well.
He listened to so much rap music in high school and junior college. I'm talking big speakers in the trunk of your lowered Honda kinda rap. HA HA HA!
He is a hunter. He LOVES hunting. Get the man into the woods with a tree stand and a gun and you won't see him for days. That was a very frequent hobby when we lived in a different state for a few years. Its harder to exercise that passion in the bay area. So he concludes that now he mostly just "hunts people."
This same guy who listened to the rap music wore a straw hat and drove a tractor when we lived in the other state. We bought a house with 10 acres and I learned things about CA Cop that I never knew! We bought an old Ford truck which he promptly named "Billy Bob" and filled our barn with farm animals and chickens that we gave names to. I loved watching the city boy turn country. I always knew I had it in me, but was pleased to see him bucking hay, with a grin, right beside me.
He's my sweetheart. Slow to anger (unless he accidentally bumps his head or hurts himself, lol). Real easy to get along with and very observant. He's a great father, a good son to his parents, and an excellent husband, besides all the detac he tries to test on me.
He's all these things..... Oh yeah, he also happens to be a cop.
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