I mean for crying out loud, we had the air on last night. It's supposed to be about 30 degrees plus rainy by 4pm today and it was in the 70's last night. I finally got out my new umbrella the Blood Center sent me as a gift for being a good citizen and donating a lot of blood. It has been riding around in the back of my car in the box they mailed it in and finally this a.m. I opened it (with my new knife!). Man, it's a big ol' umbrella! And very nice! Vented, rubber handle, carrying case w/strap--not too shabby. One good thing about the weather I'll say is that I have not been on the Kleenex like I typically am every 15 min. There's something going on outside that is agreeing w/my allergies.
Poor DH went home from work yesterday early b/c his back was hurting from working on his car the day before. So last night I eschewed all my after-work errands and picked up Boston Market for us, using a $2 off coupon since these days I'm the coupon queen. But I really, really needed some ice cream after we ate, and I have found The Best Ice Cream in the Whole World: White Chocolate Raspberry Ribbon or something like that. Oh lord, but it's good... and it's HEB brand!!! Normally I allow myself to only eat desserts on the weekend (disregard the carrot cake I had the other day, that was a much-needed exception!) and that is one way I keep to my fighting weight, but I absolutely had to have some last night. And instead of the usual 3-4 scoops, I had about 6. The upcoming holidays just might do me in as far as my clothes fitting well! For some reason last night I wasn't feeling completely well. I did not feel hot, but was sweating while about to leave work, and felt a little weak. Then in the car I knifed myself accidentally with my new knife. Fortunately we keep lots of bandaids in the car since baby likes to play with them. It was just my thumb knuckle but it would not stop bleeding no matter how much pressure I applied! It was my own stupid fault, and I had told myself that I probably shouldn't be driving while holding my open pocketknife, but did I listen?NO! It's just that I was trying to cut the Boston Market coupons so they'd be ready by the time I got there since I wasn't feeling too good. Strangely, I felt much better after the ice cream...
DH and I tried last night to watch Clerks II, and while I was enjoying it, I fell asleep maybe 1/2-way through. I can't believe I caught a Star Wars joke before DH did. The Jason Lee character tells Dante and Randal that all they do is argue about who shot first, Han or Guido? I cracked up but DH looked confused, and I had to explain that it was from the great bar scene in Star Wars!!! He said he never knew that was Guido's name and I said I did b/c it's a funny name.
I've got a lot of errands to run tonight after work: hopefully pick up the DVD from my brother of footage of us having fun w/baby (I have to deliver it to my lawyer tomorrow, along with some other stuff and $5,000 that I don't have), then go grocery shopping. In the freezing cold! Ugh.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Hard Ass
I remember M. saying that after he became a reserve deputy sheriff in East Baton Rouge Parish, LA, his friends told him he became an asshole. I swore that would never happen to me (although my politics have definitely shifted away from the left in a lot of ways and I now vote for the wo/man, not the party anymore), so to all my friends and loved ones, please let me know if that happens to me! But I don't think I have too much to worry about, since I always had a zero-tolerance policy on certain things, such as certain kinds of people and certain kinds of behavior, way before I became a cop, thanks to having the father that I have. Still... last night made me wonder about this.
Now that I'm working p/t at the public library and now that I have cop-training, I've become a lot more bold about dealing w/misbehavior. When I worked f/t at the public library in 1996-2002, I let some problem patrons slide b/c I just didn't want to deal with them. Well, no more! This woman came up to me at the desk and started talking to me in Spanish. I usually can communicate about 85% of the time w/Spanish-speaking folks, but I just did not understand what she was trying to ask me--something about the computers. So she looked kind of annoyed (which already irked me, as if *I* was the one who should be speaking Spanish, and not the reality that *SHE* should be the one speaking English!!!!!!!) and called her teenage daughter over to translate. Turns out the daughter had to type a paper, so I directed them to the computer lab up front, where the computers have Word. They left.
A little while later, this man came up to us at the ref desk and said to my colleague that there seemed to be "some kind of conflict" in the back, that some kids were cussing out a woman, or something like that. I was actually already standing up heading somewhere else, so instead I took a detour and went to the teen section in the back to investigate. I had to ask the man specifically who was causing the trouble and where they were sitting; he pointed towards the teen computers, saying it was the girl in the white headband, who was surrounded by several teen boys. I went over to her and said sternly, "Have y'all been cussing?" She said no, it was the lady at the other computer--the one who couldn't speak English to me earlier--who had cussed them out. She was sitting at the computer across from them with her daughter (the teen computers have Word on them too) and from what I deduced, I believe they were all being disrespectful towards each other and probably both had cussed each other out. I told the lady in Spanish to not talk at or look at the other girl, and I told white-headband girl to do the same or I would throw them all out. Then I walked away--but as I was getting back to the desk, a different man walked by and said, "They're still back there doing it." I said, "After I left???" and he said yes. So now I'd had enough (this is that cop stuff kicking in, how pissed I get when people don't do what I tell them to do! Does this make me an asshole--or am I right?!?!?!?). The old me would've just sighed and hoped that they stopped soon, but the new me stomped right back there. Since this was the teen area, and since this woman should have been the adult and known better, I told her and her daughter they had to leave and go up front to the computer lab, also since that's where I told them to go in the 1st place! Fortunately (for them!!!) they didn't argue with me, simply gathered their things and left, me following them. The end.
So anyway, I hope I handled it the best way. I hope being a cop hasn't turned me into too much of an intolerant hard-ass, but my gut tells me I'm right and that there are, indeed, too many assholes walking around this earth that need to be taken down. I was talking to L. last night and told her that when she starts dating again, just to bring the prospects to me and I'll decide if they're good or if they're shit. I've always been able to decide within 2 min. or less if I like someone, and I swear I've only been wrong 1-2 times in my entire life.
Speaking of L, this hard-ass can't wait to go to the gun show w/her and buy her a gun! Then teach her how to shoot it! I'm so glad she's ready to do all this!
Now that I'm working p/t at the public library and now that I have cop-training, I've become a lot more bold about dealing w/misbehavior. When I worked f/t at the public library in 1996-2002, I let some problem patrons slide b/c I just didn't want to deal with them. Well, no more! This woman came up to me at the desk and started talking to me in Spanish. I usually can communicate about 85% of the time w/Spanish-speaking folks, but I just did not understand what she was trying to ask me--something about the computers. So she looked kind of annoyed (which already irked me, as if *I* was the one who should be speaking Spanish, and not the reality that *SHE* should be the one speaking English!!!!!!!) and called her teenage daughter over to translate. Turns out the daughter had to type a paper, so I directed them to the computer lab up front, where the computers have Word. They left.
A little while later, this man came up to us at the ref desk and said to my colleague that there seemed to be "some kind of conflict" in the back, that some kids were cussing out a woman, or something like that. I was actually already standing up heading somewhere else, so instead I took a detour and went to the teen section in the back to investigate. I had to ask the man specifically who was causing the trouble and where they were sitting; he pointed towards the teen computers, saying it was the girl in the white headband, who was surrounded by several teen boys. I went over to her and said sternly, "Have y'all been cussing?" She said no, it was the lady at the other computer--the one who couldn't speak English to me earlier--who had cussed them out. She was sitting at the computer across from them with her daughter (the teen computers have Word on them too) and from what I deduced, I believe they were all being disrespectful towards each other and probably both had cussed each other out. I told the lady in Spanish to not talk at or look at the other girl, and I told white-headband girl to do the same or I would throw them all out. Then I walked away--but as I was getting back to the desk, a different man walked by and said, "They're still back there doing it." I said, "After I left???" and he said yes. So now I'd had enough (this is that cop stuff kicking in, how pissed I get when people don't do what I tell them to do! Does this make me an asshole--or am I right?!?!?!?). The old me would've just sighed and hoped that they stopped soon, but the new me stomped right back there. Since this was the teen area, and since this woman should have been the adult and known better, I told her and her daughter they had to leave and go up front to the computer lab, also since that's where I told them to go in the 1st place! Fortunately (for them!!!) they didn't argue with me, simply gathered their things and left, me following them. The end.
So anyway, I hope I handled it the best way. I hope being a cop hasn't turned me into too much of an intolerant hard-ass, but my gut tells me I'm right and that there are, indeed, too many assholes walking around this earth that need to be taken down. I was talking to L. last night and told her that when she starts dating again, just to bring the prospects to me and I'll decide if they're good or if they're shit. I've always been able to decide within 2 min. or less if I like someone, and I swear I've only been wrong 1-2 times in my entire life.
Speaking of L, this hard-ass can't wait to go to the gun show w/her and buy her a gun! Then teach her how to shoot it! I'm so glad she's ready to do all this!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
My influence
I like to think I have left my stamp on the hearts of many. I found this today in an entry from J's blog, dated August 2005:
As Adela would say, in her fake Kentucky-Fried southern accent, "Times is hard".
How cool! Anyway, I have to confess: I stole that line, as well as the accent, from the excellent movie Crossroads. Go see it!
As Adela would say, in her fake Kentucky-Fried southern accent, "Times is hard".
How cool! Anyway, I have to confess: I stole that line, as well as the accent, from the excellent movie Crossroads. Go see it!
Free stuff; it's quiet; I just missed the shooting
Cool, it's like Christmas! I went to the hospital cafeteria and got the following for free: salad, carrot cake, and roll! The lady's cash register wasn't working so she just said, "Go, go, it's free." You never saw someone (i.e., me) shuffle away so fast in pumps! And I spoke to DH who got the new Superman rented free w/our Blockbuster coupon, so I'm looking forward to watching that later.
Now it's nice and quiet around here as I saw 3/5 of my dept. leave for lunch together. I'm gonna enjoy a long lunch and get back to work when they get back.
Yikes, I just missed a shooting this a.m. as I was leaving my neighborhood. Some gang kid got shot outside the high school near our house and on chron.com there's a picture of our street sign in the background of the main photo. I guess it's a good thing I seem to be crime repellent.
Now it's nice and quiet around here as I saw 3/5 of my dept. leave for lunch together. I'm gonna enjoy a long lunch and get back to work when they get back.
Yikes, I just missed a shooting this a.m. as I was leaving my neighborhood. Some gang kid got shot outside the high school near our house and on chron.com there's a picture of our street sign in the background of the main photo. I guess it's a good thing I seem to be crime repellent.
I love the smell of new knives in the morning
Yay! Last night at the sheriff's meeting I was presented with a new pocketknife! I was so tickled, especially since I had hinted to my Dear Husband that I needed a new knife for X-mas since I keep losing my other one. My old Lt. (Marine Div.) gave it to me in front of my new Lt. (Patrol) and he also gave me a nice certificate of appreciation in a nice folder. New Lt. looked at the knife and said that it was a nicer knife than he was given when he was on Marine! Hee hee. I kept playing with the knife all night, including at dinner afterwards at the Hard Rock where I usually go with M. and D.C. I was practicing my "quick flick." Of course, then I got knive envy when D.C. pulled his knife out--a Kershaw w/spring-loaded blade! Coincidentally, the other D.C. had advised me earlier that evening to invest in a Kershaw. I just might have to someday!
Then, true to my nature, this a.m. I was looking for the new knife and I don't know where it is. Typical! (However, pretty sure it's at home on the ottoman.)
Then, true to my nature, this a.m. I was looking for the new knife and I don't know where it is. Typical! (However, pretty sure it's at home on the ottoman.)
Monday, November 27, 2006
Long day today
Tonight is our last monthly meeting of the year for the sheriff's dept. since we don't meet in December. So I'll work until about 6ish, then head downtown early to find free street parking. After the meeting I usually go eat with M. and D.C. Tonight I get to sit in my new section, now that I've officially transferred from the Marine division. I told M. yesterday that I hope I don't have to stand up when they make the announcement in front of everybody! I still feel bad for leaving Marine. Oops! I forgot to bring my old uniforms to turn in! Maybe it won't be brought up... Tonight's topic is "Locating Human Remains"! Should be interesting! Crap, I also forgot to bring M.'s engraver and my handcuffs. S totally distracted me this a.m. I fell asleep downstairs on the couch last night; he joined me later but made me hot, so I moved to his recliner and curled up in a little ball. He says that I am totally hilarious when I sleep, making all kinds of whimpering noises and twitching. Then when I get too hot I throw blankets around and lord help anyone in my way. And I do get amazingly hot when I sleep, in terms of body temperature! Sometimes S will join me and when he slides in and connects, has to jerk away from the intense heat. He says I almost literally burn him. I usually give my standard reply when he complains about something regarding me: "You married it!"
I'm just glad S has a day off, both today and tomorrow. He worked so hard since Friday, which is why he and baby ended up not coming with me and R. to see El Vez on Saturday night. I debated still taking her with me anyway, but decided in the end it would be too crazy trying to keep an eye on a 4-year old by myself. She pouted and fussed at not being able to come with me, and was even acting snotty towards DH b/c she wanted to be with me, but of course she finally came around a little while after I left. She has really become attached to me, and even fussed about going to AutoRama w/S b/c she wanted me to come with them, which makes me feel so good, but bad for S. When baby and I were at the zoo on Sat. I told her that the next time she came to the zoo Daddy would be bringing her. She wanted to know if I would be coming too (which I won't b/c I'll be at work) and said she wanted me to come with them. It's so sweet, (and sooooo good for our court case), and I know in my heart it's b/c I pay so much attention to her and she just doesn't get that from anybody else in the world. I don't believe in just plopping her down in front of the tv (like I'm sure the whore does), and I get down on the floor w/her and play w/her, and make her tell me stories, and put her in my lap and read to her, and talk to her and listen to her, etc. etc. I'm trying to cultivate a growing brain and a tender young mind here, and these years are so valuable for that! And even despite, or hell, maybe even because of, my being a little strict with her in terms of discipline, I think that even helps our relationship. I think kids really do want guidelines and boundaries--b/c it shows that we care. And I'm not even that strict in a lot of ways, I mean I definitely am when it comes to things like manners, and her being too bossy, picking up her dirty clothes, not eating candy, and things like that. But I'm very, very lenient when it comes to something where she's being creative, or is learning a sensory experience or something educational like that. For example, when R. came over to baby-sit, and I let her and baby make the little foam shapes that you put in water and they turn into objects, cars, boats, etc. They were on the floor using a big bowl of water, and I told R. it was ok if she spilled water, since I considered this activity to be a learning, creative experience. And then at the zoo on Sat., I let her run amok at the water park. So many parents were telling their kids they couldn't play in the water park b/c they would get wet. I didn't get that--what's wrong with getting a little wet? So they walk around for an hour in damp clothes, what's the big deal? (However, I will bring a change of clothes next time, just so she doesn't have to stay wet all day!) I think if you're playing hard outside, you need to get dirty and/or wet. That's how you know you're doing it right! That goes for us grownups too, ha ha!
Anyway, soon S will have his quality time with her. We have her next from Sunday-Tuesday, and it's all him on Monday and Tuesday since those are his days off. So hopefully she'll get just as attached to him as she is to me. And she used to be that attached to him--it's just that he works so much now when we have her. I already got her on tape this past weekend saying she wants to stay with us every single day. I can't wait for the court to hear that.
I'm just glad S has a day off, both today and tomorrow. He worked so hard since Friday, which is why he and baby ended up not coming with me and R. to see El Vez on Saturday night. I debated still taking her with me anyway, but decided in the end it would be too crazy trying to keep an eye on a 4-year old by myself. She pouted and fussed at not being able to come with me, and was even acting snotty towards DH b/c she wanted to be with me, but of course she finally came around a little while after I left. She has really become attached to me, and even fussed about going to AutoRama w/S b/c she wanted me to come with them, which makes me feel so good, but bad for S. When baby and I were at the zoo on Sat. I told her that the next time she came to the zoo Daddy would be bringing her. She wanted to know if I would be coming too (which I won't b/c I'll be at work) and said she wanted me to come with them. It's so sweet, (and sooooo good for our court case), and I know in my heart it's b/c I pay so much attention to her and she just doesn't get that from anybody else in the world. I don't believe in just plopping her down in front of the tv (like I'm sure the whore does), and I get down on the floor w/her and play w/her, and make her tell me stories, and put her in my lap and read to her, and talk to her and listen to her, etc. etc. I'm trying to cultivate a growing brain and a tender young mind here, and these years are so valuable for that! And even despite, or hell, maybe even because of, my being a little strict with her in terms of discipline, I think that even helps our relationship. I think kids really do want guidelines and boundaries--b/c it shows that we care. And I'm not even that strict in a lot of ways, I mean I definitely am when it comes to things like manners, and her being too bossy, picking up her dirty clothes, not eating candy, and things like that. But I'm very, very lenient when it comes to something where she's being creative, or is learning a sensory experience or something educational like that. For example, when R. came over to baby-sit, and I let her and baby make the little foam shapes that you put in water and they turn into objects, cars, boats, etc. They were on the floor using a big bowl of water, and I told R. it was ok if she spilled water, since I considered this activity to be a learning, creative experience. And then at the zoo on Sat., I let her run amok at the water park. So many parents were telling their kids they couldn't play in the water park b/c they would get wet. I didn't get that--what's wrong with getting a little wet? So they walk around for an hour in damp clothes, what's the big deal? (However, I will bring a change of clothes next time, just so she doesn't have to stay wet all day!) I think if you're playing hard outside, you need to get dirty and/or wet. That's how you know you're doing it right! That goes for us grownups too, ha ha!
Anyway, soon S will have his quality time with her. We have her next from Sunday-Tuesday, and it's all him on Monday and Tuesday since those are his days off. So hopefully she'll get just as attached to him as she is to me. And she used to be that attached to him--it's just that he works so much now when we have her. I already got her on tape this past weekend saying she wants to stay with us every single day. I can't wait for the court to hear that.
Post-Good Times
Great past few days! Busy and activity- and fun-filled! Tiring, but worth it. Highlights include:
- T-giving at our aunt's house. Much eating and movie watching. Baby wore her pink princess outfit and took to everyone immediately, especially Uncle J. who is famously wonderful w/animals and children
- Me and baby seeing the movie Happy Feet, buying a little fiber-optic X-mas tree, doing a little shopping, visiting PetSmart to see the animals
- Baby and DH going to AutoRama and me enjoying my alone time at the house!
- Me and baby going to storytime and spending a few hours at the library, going to the zoo where we had an excellent time and she ended up soaking wet from the water park
- Me and R. having an excellent time going to see El Vez at the Continental and me seeing a lot of old friends as I always do when I go there
- Me and baby going to see my mom and grandfather, then going to Chuck E. Cheese where we had a stupendous time. Visiting M.'s house and his wild rottweiler puppy Lucy who loves to jump on us
- Enjoying the WWE PPV Survivor Series last night w/DH, M. and M at the sports bar. I have to say, it was a good one!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Just found out re: Autorama!
that Batista will be there on Saturday. Sadly, S has to work! He and the baby are going tomorrow night, but I will pass. I went last year and while it was ok, this year I want to save the $14 admission. Actually it's $16 to get in at the gate, but I found out that O'Reilly Auto Parts has discounted tix and I'm going to get S's tonight for him. This is my new hobby, saving pennies and dollars here and there! Hey, that $2 saved is almost my whole toll on the Hardy Toll Rd., which I have to use to go pick up baby in the Woodlands.
p.s. It's nice and quiet around here. There are almost no cars in the parking lot. I have worked every holiday season for the past several years and it's pretty cool to be the only one (or almost) here! I get caught up on a lot of my personal reading, emailing, and Internet-surfing! Hey, that's the perks of holding down the fort while everyone else is out and I feel no guilt about it.
p.s. It's nice and quiet around here. There are almost no cars in the parking lot. I have worked every holiday season for the past several years and it's pretty cool to be the only one (or almost) here! I get caught up on a lot of my personal reading, emailing, and Internet-surfing! Hey, that's the perks of holding down the fort while everyone else is out and I feel no guilt about it.
Getting ready to feast
...and I deserve it after my dentist appt. earlier today! Now I'm good to go for another 6 months, and it'll be nice to start w/Thanksgiving! Tomorrow S, the baby, and I will take little brother with us to my aunt's house where there will be much feasting. I will bring my famous sausage balls. Then it'll be a long weekend where the baby and I will do a lot of fun things, as always! I even want to take her with us to see El Vez on sat. night--her 1st concert, and at the tender young age of 4! Hell, I got started early, if it's good enough for me it's good enough for her. I have waited years to see El Vez in concert again and I can't wait!
Last night was amusing as, knowing our eggs were almost ready to expire, I decided to make egg salad. It was my 1st time, and of course, I found the easiest recipe possible on the Internet. However, I truly don't think I've boiled an egg since I was a little kid making Easter eggs. It took me 2 tries, let's just say. S was no help. BUT--it turned out deliciously, and I'd planned to bring a big ol' sandwich to work today for lunch, but it's gonna have to wait until tonight b/c I had too many errands to run this a.m. before work (dentist, etc.) and couldn't keep it in the car. I will be the only one eating it as S hates egg salad and I don't know if I'll have a chance to give any to the baby.
Well, back to work for now. My esteemed Dr. P, a local famous dr. in his field, called me, his personal librarian, this a.m. for a lit search to be faxed to him TODAY! It's a tricky one, and I've only done 1/2, so I better get back to it. In a little while I'll sneak out for lunch and an eyebrow wax. I'm starting to look like Ernest Borgnine!
Last night was amusing as, knowing our eggs were almost ready to expire, I decided to make egg salad. It was my 1st time, and of course, I found the easiest recipe possible on the Internet. However, I truly don't think I've boiled an egg since I was a little kid making Easter eggs. It took me 2 tries, let's just say. S was no help. BUT--it turned out deliciously, and I'd planned to bring a big ol' sandwich to work today for lunch, but it's gonna have to wait until tonight b/c I had too many errands to run this a.m. before work (dentist, etc.) and couldn't keep it in the car. I will be the only one eating it as S hates egg salad and I don't know if I'll have a chance to give any to the baby.
Well, back to work for now. My esteemed Dr. P, a local famous dr. in his field, called me, his personal librarian, this a.m. for a lit search to be faxed to him TODAY! It's a tricky one, and I've only done 1/2, so I better get back to it. In a little while I'll sneak out for lunch and an eyebrow wax. I'm starting to look like Ernest Borgnine!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Shocking!
So this is the time of year when I seem to get shocked at every miserable turn. Follow me around for a day and you will see me with my keys in my hand, touching each door handle with them and then jumping back at the spark of electricity no matter how often it happens! I guess this is due to my long hair, the lining of my leather jacket, and my general unfortunate biological makeup, however, today my hair is wet and up and I still keep getting shocked out there. I really hate this dry, cold weather. Give me 90 degrees and humidity anyday! This is one reason why I live in Texas, yes???
We just had a nice little holiday luncheon here at work in our dept. It was much appreciated b/c I was starving, having fasted since last night so I could go give urine and blood samples this a.m. for a life insurance policy. Now that I'm a wife and homeowner, I want to do everything I can so that in case something were to happen to me, beloved DH is well-taken care of, especially when you consider my extracurricular activities. While there I found out that my weight is still down a few pounds (thanks, chronic stress) (and that comment is made unhappily) and they think I'm a shorter height than I truly am! I'm sorry, but that nurse and her tape measure are wrong. I am the exact same height as D.C., my fellow deputy, and I know he would have a problem with hearing this, too! Anyway, while there, I kept thinking amusingly of the movie Along Came Polly, which I saw on Sunday, and that crazy guy they were trying to insure.
Last night I watched Holes, which is a wonderful movie and a beautiful book! It won the Newbery Award, which is like the Academy award for children's books. The movie also has a great soundtrack, including my boy Keb Mo.
Sad note: Robert Altman died today. We are big Altman fans in my family.
Another sad note: The Pig Stand #7 closed after many decades. This is where DH and I had lunch after our famous 14-hour 1st date.
Theft note: To whoever left the little unopened package of Holiday Candy Cane Hershey's Kisses at the ref desk at my 2nd job, I am so sorry but you honestly cannot expect a normal, red-blooded American woman such as I to sit idly by and let those things live a second longer than they deserve to. Let this be a lesson to you and all Hershey's Kisses everywhere!
What is wrong with this world note: (Obviously you can tell I'm at my 2nd job at present time) I swear this lady just called and asked if we have the movie To Kill a Mockingbird because her son has to do a book report on it and they "don't have time to skim the book."
I weep for this world; on the other hand, I bet her idiot son will have a bright future in the ditch-digging business someday.
We just had a nice little holiday luncheon here at work in our dept. It was much appreciated b/c I was starving, having fasted since last night so I could go give urine and blood samples this a.m. for a life insurance policy. Now that I'm a wife and homeowner, I want to do everything I can so that in case something were to happen to me, beloved DH is well-taken care of, especially when you consider my extracurricular activities. While there I found out that my weight is still down a few pounds (thanks, chronic stress) (and that comment is made unhappily) and they think I'm a shorter height than I truly am! I'm sorry, but that nurse and her tape measure are wrong. I am the exact same height as D.C., my fellow deputy, and I know he would have a problem with hearing this, too! Anyway, while there, I kept thinking amusingly of the movie Along Came Polly, which I saw on Sunday, and that crazy guy they were trying to insure.
Last night I watched Holes, which is a wonderful movie and a beautiful book! It won the Newbery Award, which is like the Academy award for children's books. The movie also has a great soundtrack, including my boy Keb Mo.
Sad note: Robert Altman died today. We are big Altman fans in my family.
Another sad note: The Pig Stand #7 closed after many decades. This is where DH and I had lunch after our famous 14-hour 1st date.
Theft note: To whoever left the little unopened package of Holiday Candy Cane Hershey's Kisses at the ref desk at my 2nd job, I am so sorry but you honestly cannot expect a normal, red-blooded American woman such as I to sit idly by and let those things live a second longer than they deserve to. Let this be a lesson to you and all Hershey's Kisses everywhere!
What is wrong with this world note: (Obviously you can tell I'm at my 2nd job at present time) I swear this lady just called and asked if we have the movie To Kill a Mockingbird because her son has to do a book report on it and they "don't have time to skim the book."
I weep for this world; on the other hand, I bet her idiot son will have a bright future in the ditch-digging business someday.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Patrol and weekend
Yesterday was nice. I slept in until about 11, then spent 2 hours just relaxing, surfing cable and reading my book, Detectives, about real-life NYPD detectives. Then I dusted, swept, mopped, and cleaned the entire downstairs. Then I did my nails, which were looking like crap, relaxed, read, watched more cable, and ended the evening getting Chinese from across the street (eh) for dinner w/S when he got home from work.
Patrol on Sat. night was a hoot, except for I had to wait at the station from 7-8:30 while I was waiting for my partner to write 2 damn reports. Fortunately, he turned out to be a pretty fast typer and writer, and sharp to boot for being a young guy of 27! We had some fun and got to go on 2 priority 1 calls (driving w/lights, siren, and fast as hell). I guess the highlight would be when he saw out of the corner of his eye these knucklehead teens driving a fucking ATV on the street!!! I was amazed, for I never even saw it. We pulled up on them so fast it made their heads spin. The 16-yo driver fucked himself by lying to us, saying he and his buddies lived at the house they pulled into. So we cuffed his dumb ass and threw him in the back and my partner cussed him out as well. THEN we called a tow truck to haul the ATV just a few blocks away to the kid's house, at $150--ouch! Boys and girls, DO NOT lie to the police, it makes us really pissed. We were just gonna give the kid a lecture and follow him while he drove the ATV home and give him a ticket, but nooooooooo, now he was fucked. And oh lord, he fucked himself again when we all got to his house and he lied about his last name, which was really stupid b/c the false last name he gave belonged to his dirtbag uncles and cousins who are all always getting picked up by us for various crimes. Then his scary momma came out of the house (my partner: "Go get your momma and do NOT run or I will Tase your ass!") and although being 3 yrs younger than I, she had this 16-yo knucklehead son, a baby in her arms, more kids in the house, and was so trashy even I was scared. She cussed her son out up and down and left and right, right in front of us, in Spanish. Lots of "perro" and "verga" and "pinche" and I felt bad for anyone having to grow up in her house. I wanted to grab the baby out of her arms and kidnap it. The grandma came out too and even though was only in her 40's, looked 70, no kidding. They scraped together the $150 and got their ATV dropped. Before we left we gave dumbass 3 tickets, but we could've given him about 8, and sent him off to be beat up by momma.
Unfortunately, my partner got off duty at 10. He was fun and very cool, and we will ride again together, I hope! But he handed me off to his colleague, and we went out for more fun. He was tickled to find out I was a librarian (most deputies are) and couldn't reconcile the image in his mind. Me neither, bub, me neither! We went on 1 priority 1 call that turned out to be B.S. The highlight of this shift turned out to be the last call I went on before I called it a night close to 1am. We pulled over on this certain road that is dark and 30 mph. The very 1st car that came whizzing by us at 50 mph (!) came just a minute after we parked. We pulled them over and became a little nervous as we saw both the driver and the passenger holding their hands up in view. Uh-oh, they've had experience dealing with the Po-lice, not a good sign! I watched the passenger as my partner pulled the driver out and cuffed him b/c we both smelled pot emanating from the vehicle. I could see the passenger was a big boy. But when we pulled him out, yikes. He was A. BIG. BOY. I would guess about 6'8" and 400 lbs. We kneeled him down to cuff him and he was almost as tall we were, and he was kneeling! My partner told him that he was too big for us to fight him, so he better be cool or we'd shoot him. That's exactly what I was thinking!!! However, he was pretty docile and looked like Baby Huey in the face. He barely fit in the back of the patrol car. We searched the car, and I spotted it: a tiny baggie with crack on the front floorboard. We did the field-test on it, and our Q-tip turned a bright blue, bingo! Off to jail! And at 19 years old, Baby Huey, who told me he was already on probation for delivery and now b/c of this would be sent up the river for the rest of his life, was dumb enough to have more crack hidden in his underwear which of course we discovered at the jail when we strip-searched him. He should've given it up at the beginning, b/c anything found at our jail gets automatically upgraded to a higher charge. And gets you a big cussing-out.
What is the matter with people??? Part of me wishes everyone on earth would just act right, but the other part of me realizes that will never, ever happen and to be glad that I have job security (so to speak) being a cop.
Financial note: This weekend BOA put $78 of their money in my savings account as part of the "Keep the change" deal after 1 year. Not bad! However, those bastards will probably 1099 me, but still, $78 shouldn't mess up my taxes too bad. Now I'm just trying to predict how much S and I will spend next year on medical expenses so I can get my FSA submitted in Dec. I did find out that they count buying Benadryl as a reimburseable expense! My, how liberal!
Patrol on Sat. night was a hoot, except for I had to wait at the station from 7-8:30 while I was waiting for my partner to write 2 damn reports. Fortunately, he turned out to be a pretty fast typer and writer, and sharp to boot for being a young guy of 27! We had some fun and got to go on 2 priority 1 calls (driving w/lights, siren, and fast as hell). I guess the highlight would be when he saw out of the corner of his eye these knucklehead teens driving a fucking ATV on the street!!! I was amazed, for I never even saw it. We pulled up on them so fast it made their heads spin. The 16-yo driver fucked himself by lying to us, saying he and his buddies lived at the house they pulled into. So we cuffed his dumb ass and threw him in the back and my partner cussed him out as well. THEN we called a tow truck to haul the ATV just a few blocks away to the kid's house, at $150--ouch! Boys and girls, DO NOT lie to the police, it makes us really pissed. We were just gonna give the kid a lecture and follow him while he drove the ATV home and give him a ticket, but nooooooooo, now he was fucked. And oh lord, he fucked himself again when we all got to his house and he lied about his last name, which was really stupid b/c the false last name he gave belonged to his dirtbag uncles and cousins who are all always getting picked up by us for various crimes. Then his scary momma came out of the house (my partner: "Go get your momma and do NOT run or I will Tase your ass!") and although being 3 yrs younger than I, she had this 16-yo knucklehead son, a baby in her arms, more kids in the house, and was so trashy even I was scared. She cussed her son out up and down and left and right, right in front of us, in Spanish. Lots of "perro" and "verga" and "pinche" and I felt bad for anyone having to grow up in her house. I wanted to grab the baby out of her arms and kidnap it. The grandma came out too and even though was only in her 40's, looked 70, no kidding. They scraped together the $150 and got their ATV dropped. Before we left we gave dumbass 3 tickets, but we could've given him about 8, and sent him off to be beat up by momma.
Unfortunately, my partner got off duty at 10. He was fun and very cool, and we will ride again together, I hope! But he handed me off to his colleague, and we went out for more fun. He was tickled to find out I was a librarian (most deputies are) and couldn't reconcile the image in his mind. Me neither, bub, me neither! We went on 1 priority 1 call that turned out to be B.S. The highlight of this shift turned out to be the last call I went on before I called it a night close to 1am. We pulled over on this certain road that is dark and 30 mph. The very 1st car that came whizzing by us at 50 mph (!) came just a minute after we parked. We pulled them over and became a little nervous as we saw both the driver and the passenger holding their hands up in view. Uh-oh, they've had experience dealing with the Po-lice, not a good sign! I watched the passenger as my partner pulled the driver out and cuffed him b/c we both smelled pot emanating from the vehicle. I could see the passenger was a big boy. But when we pulled him out, yikes. He was A. BIG. BOY. I would guess about 6'8" and 400 lbs. We kneeled him down to cuff him and he was almost as tall we were, and he was kneeling! My partner told him that he was too big for us to fight him, so he better be cool or we'd shoot him. That's exactly what I was thinking!!! However, he was pretty docile and looked like Baby Huey in the face. He barely fit in the back of the patrol car. We searched the car, and I spotted it: a tiny baggie with crack on the front floorboard. We did the field-test on it, and our Q-tip turned a bright blue, bingo! Off to jail! And at 19 years old, Baby Huey, who told me he was already on probation for delivery and now b/c of this would be sent up the river for the rest of his life, was dumb enough to have more crack hidden in his underwear which of course we discovered at the jail when we strip-searched him. He should've given it up at the beginning, b/c anything found at our jail gets automatically upgraded to a higher charge. And gets you a big cussing-out.
What is the matter with people??? Part of me wishes everyone on earth would just act right, but the other part of me realizes that will never, ever happen and to be glad that I have job security (so to speak) being a cop.
Financial note: This weekend BOA put $78 of their money in my savings account as part of the "Keep the change" deal after 1 year. Not bad! However, those bastards will probably 1099 me, but still, $78 shouldn't mess up my taxes too bad. Now I'm just trying to predict how much S and I will spend next year on medical expenses so I can get my FSA submitted in Dec. I did find out that they count buying Benadryl as a reimburseable expense! My, how liberal!
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Guess it was bound to happen
While working here at the public library has been relatively sedate and easy so far ever since I started in September, today has been a pain in the ass. 1st a nasty irate lady called up today and was unnecessarily rude, so I put her on hold until she hung up. Now I'm back from lunch (Whataburger at P.'s house w/Ma) and people have been calling with the stupidest questions! "I want you to tell me about Linda Evans. She was on a mini-series with a talk dark-haired lady--what was her name?" "I heard a word on tv, 'dyslectomy', what does it mean?" "Is the college on Spencer closed today?" And of course, none of these questions are very reasonable. The taxpayers are just trying to get their money's worth, I suppose. I feel like Peter Falk in Murder By Death: "I work hard for $50 a day plus expenses."
And now I've just experienced an over-hour long conversation with a very interesting older patron who proceeded to tell me almost his life story. Fortunately, I did find him interesting and we actually had some things in common, such as music, Dave Ramsey (see below), Christianity, and parenting styles. It was funny though b/c once he took a break from me to go renew his library card, 3 library staffers rushed me at the desk to ask if I needed to be rescued, i.e, "called" to the back so I could get away! I said no, that I was fine. I really kind of liked hearing him talk. I know there are patrons whom we need rescuing from, from time to time, but I was fine with this old man.
Tonight I'm going on patrol. I'll work here until 5, then rush home, change into all my cop gear, re-load my shotgun Vasquez with approved ammo (I keep double-aught buck in it at home for protection, mwah-hah-hah! But they make us patrol w/#4 buckshot, so we are playing nicely out there, I guess), rack Woodrow my trusty sidearm, try to remember my watch and flashlights, inhale something to eat, cross myself, and head over to the substation by 7pm. Tonight I'll be with a regular, someone I've never met before, that the Sgt. set me up with, which was nice. I'll patrol until about midnight or 1am, whenever I get too sleepy for it to be safe.
Fun note: there was an article today on Msn.com money that talked about what professions were the safest drivers, in terms of not getting into accidents and not getting tickets. Librarian and Law Enforcement Officer were right at the top of the safe list, in fact, they were right next to each other. So boo! to all you friends and husbands of mine who accuse me of being a crazy driver! Love you, though! :-P
And now I've just experienced an over-hour long conversation with a very interesting older patron who proceeded to tell me almost his life story. Fortunately, I did find him interesting and we actually had some things in common, such as music, Dave Ramsey (see below), Christianity, and parenting styles. It was funny though b/c once he took a break from me to go renew his library card, 3 library staffers rushed me at the desk to ask if I needed to be rescued, i.e, "called" to the back so I could get away! I said no, that I was fine. I really kind of liked hearing him talk. I know there are patrons whom we need rescuing from, from time to time, but I was fine with this old man.
Tonight I'm going on patrol. I'll work here until 5, then rush home, change into all my cop gear, re-load my shotgun Vasquez with approved ammo (I keep double-aught buck in it at home for protection, mwah-hah-hah! But they make us patrol w/#4 buckshot, so we are playing nicely out there, I guess), rack Woodrow my trusty sidearm, try to remember my watch and flashlights, inhale something to eat, cross myself, and head over to the substation by 7pm. Tonight I'll be with a regular, someone I've never met before, that the Sgt. set me up with, which was nice. I'll patrol until about midnight or 1am, whenever I get too sleepy for it to be safe.
Fun note: there was an article today on Msn.com money that talked about what professions were the safest drivers, in terms of not getting into accidents and not getting tickets. Librarian and Law Enforcement Officer were right at the top of the safe list, in fact, they were right next to each other. So boo! to all you friends and husbands of mine who accuse me of being a crazy driver! Love you, though! :-P
Friday, November 17, 2006
Bummer re: my excellent boss
I don't post a lot about work b/c it's just my day gig, but I found out last night that D, my loyal boss, is looking at Dec. 15 to be her last day. This is not good. She was the best boss I ever had: hands-off, respectful, fun, supportive, all the good stuff you would want. There's also a rumor that her position will be phased out, which is strange. I'm scared that will mean our dept. will now be under the rule of the idiotic jerk of a socially-retarded bonehead named Deb. H! Whom, I might add, I've had to file a grievance against this year for being a slanderous asshole! Also, while in the midst of auditing records on my health website I have had to fix so many records of hers due to typos, misspelling, and general incompetence. She's input about 3,000 records--I've had to fix over 1,000 of them. Idiot!!!
But, I digress. I will miss my wonderful boss D. terribly. She always stood up for us when Admin. and Deb H. tried to bully us around. She and her husband took me shooting so I could try out his Ruger .45 when I was trying to decide what kind of gun to buy during the Academy. She came to my graduation from the Academy and my wedding. This sucks!
Also, and I have no idea why they would do this, but 97.5 talk radio has removed my favorite radio program, Dave Ramsey, off their lineup! He's now apparently on 740 AM from 10p-midnight?!? Why, 97.5, why? I know he had great ratings! He was on weekdays from 11-2 and I always listened to him either in my office or when I went out for lunch. Sometimes I'd drive through somewhere and park at the local university to eat and sit in my car and listen. The show was so inspiring and I learned so much about money management and debt reduction, my new obsessions thanks to our court case which is bleeding us dry. Oh well, at least I still have my msn money message boards which I also read religiously daily (specifically, Your Money and Women In Red).
DH just called me 4 times but I couldn't answer b/c I'm at the desk and was helping 2 folks at once. Then I called him back but he didn't answer. Hate that! I bet he got lost--he was in the company van going down to Stubb's on the south loop. Even though I was mad at him yesterday I went to the store last night and got him some more Capri-Sun (Cherry) and some bread and butter pickles. I get over being mad at him sooner than I do most, which is a good sign! Then when he got home I was over it, and we ate tamales and watched violent, bloody TNA wrestling! I slept a lot last night which I really needed after the insomnia of the night before.
But, I digress. I will miss my wonderful boss D. terribly. She always stood up for us when Admin. and Deb H. tried to bully us around. She and her husband took me shooting so I could try out his Ruger .45 when I was trying to decide what kind of gun to buy during the Academy. She came to my graduation from the Academy and my wedding. This sucks!
Also, and I have no idea why they would do this, but 97.5 talk radio has removed my favorite radio program, Dave Ramsey, off their lineup! He's now apparently on 740 AM from 10p-midnight?!? Why, 97.5, why? I know he had great ratings! He was on weekdays from 11-2 and I always listened to him either in my office or when I went out for lunch. Sometimes I'd drive through somewhere and park at the local university to eat and sit in my car and listen. The show was so inspiring and I learned so much about money management and debt reduction, my new obsessions thanks to our court case which is bleeding us dry. Oh well, at least I still have my msn money message boards which I also read religiously daily (specifically, Your Money and Women In Red).
DH just called me 4 times but I couldn't answer b/c I'm at the desk and was helping 2 folks at once. Then I called him back but he didn't answer. Hate that! I bet he got lost--he was in the company van going down to Stubb's on the south loop. Even though I was mad at him yesterday I went to the store last night and got him some more Capri-Sun (Cherry) and some bread and butter pickles. I get over being mad at him sooner than I do most, which is a good sign! Then when he got home I was over it, and we ate tamales and watched violent, bloody TNA wrestling! I slept a lot last night which I really needed after the insomnia of the night before.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
News, good and baddish
Well, I don't really know how baddish this is, maybe it's just weird news, but our lawyer emailed me today to say that the whore is requesting a jury trial. Our lawyer knows why--b/c the whore's lawyer knows that the judge will see past the whore's lies, but that a jury might not--and says that the whore's lawyer must be handling her case for free or something. This makes me think a jury trial is more expensive than a judge trial??? I don't know. The other thing our lawyer told us a long time ago is, "Juries are crazy." She says they fall for dramatic acting, but also points out that the whore is a very bad actor and witness. She also, bless her, said not to worry, that she wants to win this case as much as we do and will try to work weekends off the clock for us. I will try my best not to worry. I don't know how successful I'll be. I had insomnia just last night and S had it the night before, along with throwing up.
This is all just too insane. Well... as we all know now, I'm an excellent witness so if we can just work on hubby, then I still think we've got this case won and, like, in the bag. I will appeal to that jury and make them love us!!! Please God, don't let any cop-haters get on the jury!
Good news: the crock pot worked beautifully last night. I got home and the house smelled like dinner! The rotel tomatoes were slightly bubbling and the chicken was so tender it started to fall apart when I poked it. I actually said out loud even though I was alone, "Ooooooooooooooooooh!" Then S got home and we ate it with rice, corn, salad, and rolls. I'm just happy that I found a meal I can cook for him that doesn't make him sick (please hold the jokes until I explain!). See, all I knew how to cook when we met was rice and pasta, so I attempted to branch out a little. I once made a wonderful cheesy beefy Mexican casserole--he got sick. Then I made a delicious cheesy, beefy penne pasta casserole--he got sick. He does love my crispy enchiladas and when I make tostadas, but I can only make those so often. He possesses the most tender of stomachs, is the problem. He's got ulcers and can't eat any kind of pasta w/sauce, which is my favorite food. So I'm still exploring, with the help of Allrecipes!
Had a little bad Karma today, maybe from bitching at S this a.m. for throwing away all my coupons when he cleaned my car the other day. I had a lunch meeting w/the Hispanic Health Coalition, of which I am a board member. We had sandwiches brought in and I grabbed a box marked, of course, chicken salad. But when we all settled down and the meeting began and I opened my box, it was some kind of pink meat, maybe ham! Ugh. But I had no choice, as there was nothing left but pastrami and veggie, no thanks. Still--I had told S not to clean my car but since he was driving it that day, he said he couldn't stand it and had to. Oh well, the sandwich wasn't too terrible after all and the cookie was delicious, so maybe I only had 1/2 bad Karma.
This is all just too insane. Well... as we all know now, I'm an excellent witness so if we can just work on hubby, then I still think we've got this case won and, like, in the bag. I will appeal to that jury and make them love us!!! Please God, don't let any cop-haters get on the jury!
Good news: the crock pot worked beautifully last night. I got home and the house smelled like dinner! The rotel tomatoes were slightly bubbling and the chicken was so tender it started to fall apart when I poked it. I actually said out loud even though I was alone, "Ooooooooooooooooooh!" Then S got home and we ate it with rice, corn, salad, and rolls. I'm just happy that I found a meal I can cook for him that doesn't make him sick (please hold the jokes until I explain!). See, all I knew how to cook when we met was rice and pasta, so I attempted to branch out a little. I once made a wonderful cheesy beefy Mexican casserole--he got sick. Then I made a delicious cheesy, beefy penne pasta casserole--he got sick. He does love my crispy enchiladas and when I make tostadas, but I can only make those so often. He possesses the most tender of stomachs, is the problem. He's got ulcers and can't eat any kind of pasta w/sauce, which is my favorite food. So I'm still exploring, with the help of Allrecipes!
Had a little bad Karma today, maybe from bitching at S this a.m. for throwing away all my coupons when he cleaned my car the other day. I had a lunch meeting w/the Hispanic Health Coalition, of which I am a board member. We had sandwiches brought in and I grabbed a box marked, of course, chicken salad. But when we all settled down and the meeting began and I opened my box, it was some kind of pink meat, maybe ham! Ugh. But I had no choice, as there was nothing left but pastrami and veggie, no thanks. Still--I had told S not to clean my car but since he was driving it that day, he said he couldn't stand it and had to. Oh well, the sandwich wasn't too terrible after all and the cookie was delicious, so maybe I only had 1/2 bad Karma.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Being domestic and Borat
So after the hell of yesterday (see posting below) despite our victory, I'll write today of nice things! 1st, all of you who "knew me when"--and you know what I mean--would be quite amused to see the picture of me last night and this morning. Being a wife, mother, and homeowner has really changed me. Last night I made S a grilled cheese sandwich, after which I got out some fruit, chopped it up, and made a tasty fruit salad for us! I even used nice knives which we got for our wedding AND a cutting board, of which I have 2 different sizes! Then, this morning, I got out some chicken breasts, defrosted them, and put them with some rotel tomatoes into the Crock Pot, which we also got for our wedding, 9 months ago! (True confession time: this was my 1st time ever using the Crock Pot! Better late than never!) Tonight when I get home from work, we'll see how it all ended up. Yes, I even remembered to turn the crock pot on!
It makes me think dryly of another kind of hell, when I was forced to live with my father at ages 16-17 so that I could attend the performing arts high school in Houston. He made a couple of attempts to be domestic, making lentils and garlic bread, and even eating them on our Walmart plastic dishes at the tiny table we had in our little kitchen. I snapped a picture of him doing this because the idea of my father being domestic was so absurd. And it was only a couple of times that he attempted it. HOWEVER--I think I'm doing a pretty good job at this domestic stuff, even if the same things said about my father could be truthfully said about me even just a short time ago.
Ok, so I made S go with me to see Borat. We went Monday night and even though it was pretty funny, I realized that I made the mistake of knowing way too much about the movie beforehand, as I knew what was going to happen before it happened, and thus, took away some of the enjoyment. S did not like it. He thought it was stupid and that Borat was annoying, which is true, so S obviously just did not get it. Now he says I owe him, and is going to make me take him to see his favorite actor Christian Bale's The Prestige. I have no problem with that, as I used to be an amateur child magician!
It makes me think dryly of another kind of hell, when I was forced to live with my father at ages 16-17 so that I could attend the performing arts high school in Houston. He made a couple of attempts to be domestic, making lentils and garlic bread, and even eating them on our Walmart plastic dishes at the tiny table we had in our little kitchen. I snapped a picture of him doing this because the idea of my father being domestic was so absurd. And it was only a couple of times that he attempted it. HOWEVER--I think I'm doing a pretty good job at this domestic stuff, even if the same things said about my father could be truthfully said about me even just a short time ago.
Ok, so I made S go with me to see Borat. We went Monday night and even though it was pretty funny, I realized that I made the mistake of knowing way too much about the movie beforehand, as I knew what was going to happen before it happened, and thus, took away some of the enjoyment. S did not like it. He thought it was stupid and that Borat was annoying, which is true, so S obviously just did not get it. Now he says I owe him, and is going to make me take him to see his favorite actor Christian Bale's The Prestige. I have no problem with that, as I used to be an amateur child magician!
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Enforcement! (long drama)
So today S, Ma, and I went to court for the enforcement hearing on the Egg Donor/BM (bowel movement/birth mother) and WE WON--but there was never any doubt we wouldn't win since, um, she was, in fact, in contempt of court. Her ancient doddering fool of a lawyer (80 yrs old) tried to act like we only missed 2 of our visitation weekends, instead of the actual 6 we were petitioning for, but their BS was not stood for by the court. The judge found the ho in contempt of court for 5 violations which means 5 makeup weekends for us, and she has to pay our lawyers fees of $2,048, and she is ordered for 90 days to the Harris County jail AND on probation for 180 days. Unfortunately, they waived the jail time unless she does not give us our makeup weekends. So the next time she tries to pull her crap, off she goes! Buh-bye!
The whole proceedings were really quite amusing. The 1st witness was the girl who works at the daycare who testified that we were there to pick up baby, but baby was not there. The next witness was S who got a little testy under cross-examination by the old fool and our lawyer leaned over to me and whispered that he needs to work on not being so angry b/c he needs to get on the judge's good side. The 3rd witness was Super Adela, and after all the lecturing to me by S about my temper, I got up there and was a model witness: even-tempered, articulate, accurate about dates and times, and "yes sirred" and "no sirred" the doddering fool and the judge to death. The best part was when our lawyer played the tape of the whore saying we could not see the baby anymore and she didn't care about any court orders, and hanging up on me several times, refusing the talk to me and being completely uncooperative! As an added bonus, the amicus attorney was there (the baby's attorney) and since this was the 1st time we all got to meet him, his 1st impression of the whore is her getting held in contempt of court for withholding visitation--a BIG no-no in Family Court from what our lawyer says. Oh--and lying on the stand to boot! She was an absolutely horrible witness--lying left and right, getting the dates that we'd already established for the record completely wrong, and a bunch of "I don't know" "I'm not sure" "I don't remember", which usually means a witness is lying, especially when S and I had all our dates and facts and places in stone. In fact, at one point she lied and said that I had called her a bitch on this one occasion, and of course I had covertly taped the occasion in question and I begged our lawyer to play that tape too since it would show the whore lying yet again--but our lawyer whispered back that she thought the judge had already made his decision b/c he was furiously writing away during the whore's testimony. In fact, she said we had won our case after our testimony, even before the whore got up there and lied away. Her sorry ass just nailed her own coffin after we closed the lid! I mean our lawyer had to object left and right during the whore's testimony b/c her testimony was so fucked up and the judge sustained it every single time.
THEN... the whore's ancient old bag of a lying witness attempted to testify as well, and she was almost an even worse witness than the whore. She also lied left and right and also got many "objection"'s and "sustained"'s! It was great. But this woman, who S and I had never ever seen before, made us all realize today how insane she truly is, just like the whore. She is also already in a heap of trouble for cussing out our lawyer before and refusing to attend her own deposition--she may not even be allowed to testify/lie for the whore come trial in January. After we had won and were leaving the courtroom, I gave her a huge shit-eating smile with lots of big Adela teeth (I couldn't help it, hee hee) and she said real nastily so everyone, even the judge could hear, "What are YOU grinning about?!?!" Then outside the courtroom when our lawyer was talking to us, the whore and the dod. fool and the old bag came outside and as they walked down the hall, the old bag yelled at all of us, "We haven't even begun to fight!" and some more nasty comments that I won't even dignify by recording here. Our lawyer told us not to respond but I wasn't about to pay any attention to a lying old bag anyway.
So now we get to have the baby almost every weekend until trial in mid-January, even Thanksgiving which will be so much fun! And our lawyer says if the whore fucks up even ONE time, she's off to jail. Ha. Plus, if she doesn't pay our atty's fees of $2,048 by April 16, 2007, she's off to jail. Double ha!
My poor Ma was there as a rebuttal witness but we ended up not needing her. By the end of court (c. 1pm) my head was about to explode from all the lying liars and the lies they tell (thanks, Al Franken) so we went to have lunch and relax at our house. Now I'm at work at my 2nd job but it's nice and slow here so I have blog time.
I'm pretty drained, but victory is sweet and triumph against evil is the best.
The whole proceedings were really quite amusing. The 1st witness was the girl who works at the daycare who testified that we were there to pick up baby, but baby was not there. The next witness was S who got a little testy under cross-examination by the old fool and our lawyer leaned over to me and whispered that he needs to work on not being so angry b/c he needs to get on the judge's good side. The 3rd witness was Super Adela, and after all the lecturing to me by S about my temper, I got up there and was a model witness: even-tempered, articulate, accurate about dates and times, and "yes sirred" and "no sirred" the doddering fool and the judge to death. The best part was when our lawyer played the tape of the whore saying we could not see the baby anymore and she didn't care about any court orders, and hanging up on me several times, refusing the talk to me and being completely uncooperative! As an added bonus, the amicus attorney was there (the baby's attorney) and since this was the 1st time we all got to meet him, his 1st impression of the whore is her getting held in contempt of court for withholding visitation--a BIG no-no in Family Court from what our lawyer says. Oh--and lying on the stand to boot! She was an absolutely horrible witness--lying left and right, getting the dates that we'd already established for the record completely wrong, and a bunch of "I don't know" "I'm not sure" "I don't remember", which usually means a witness is lying, especially when S and I had all our dates and facts and places in stone. In fact, at one point she lied and said that I had called her a bitch on this one occasion, and of course I had covertly taped the occasion in question and I begged our lawyer to play that tape too since it would show the whore lying yet again--but our lawyer whispered back that she thought the judge had already made his decision b/c he was furiously writing away during the whore's testimony. In fact, she said we had won our case after our testimony, even before the whore got up there and lied away. Her sorry ass just nailed her own coffin after we closed the lid! I mean our lawyer had to object left and right during the whore's testimony b/c her testimony was so fucked up and the judge sustained it every single time.
THEN... the whore's ancient old bag of a lying witness attempted to testify as well, and she was almost an even worse witness than the whore. She also lied left and right and also got many "objection"'s and "sustained"'s! It was great. But this woman, who S and I had never ever seen before, made us all realize today how insane she truly is, just like the whore. She is also already in a heap of trouble for cussing out our lawyer before and refusing to attend her own deposition--she may not even be allowed to testify/lie for the whore come trial in January. After we had won and were leaving the courtroom, I gave her a huge shit-eating smile with lots of big Adela teeth (I couldn't help it, hee hee) and she said real nastily so everyone, even the judge could hear, "What are YOU grinning about?!?!" Then outside the courtroom when our lawyer was talking to us, the whore and the dod. fool and the old bag came outside and as they walked down the hall, the old bag yelled at all of us, "We haven't even begun to fight!" and some more nasty comments that I won't even dignify by recording here. Our lawyer told us not to respond but I wasn't about to pay any attention to a lying old bag anyway.
So now we get to have the baby almost every weekend until trial in mid-January, even Thanksgiving which will be so much fun! And our lawyer says if the whore fucks up even ONE time, she's off to jail. Ha. Plus, if she doesn't pay our atty's fees of $2,048 by April 16, 2007, she's off to jail. Double ha!
My poor Ma was there as a rebuttal witness but we ended up not needing her. By the end of court (c. 1pm) my head was about to explode from all the lying liars and the lies they tell (thanks, Al Franken) so we went to have lunch and relax at our house. Now I'm at work at my 2nd job but it's nice and slow here so I have blog time.
I'm pretty drained, but victory is sweet and triumph against evil is the best.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Whoa long weekend
Long, busy weekend to report! But fun as baby and I did a lot of fun things. I had my brother's camera with me so I could record video of us enjoying life. I got footage of us being silly at home, the albino alligator (crocodile?) and snakes and fishes at the zoo, us rolling down the hill at the park, her dressing up as a princess, me reading the Jungle Book to her yet again, her eating ice cream with Daddy, etc.
Still trying to work on things like manners, being a child of her word, not being so bossy, and having good integrity. I know she's only 4 but I truly believe it's never too early to start on being a stand-up citizen. My parenting philosophy can be summed up in 3 words: Firm, Fair, Fun! Although she's quite a handful and I usually end weekends with her pretty wiped out, somehow I always miss her when she's gone and wish she were there so I could tell her I love her yet again. I had to listen to KTSU gospel (awesome Sunday music!) last night on the way home from dropping her off to try to create peace within myself.
I told S that tonight we are going to see Borat and that's pretty much all there is to it! Now it's showing at the theater down the street from our house so he has no excuse to bow out. I can't wait. He owes me anyway since we missed our swank dinner on Sat. night. Since we were all dressed up anyway we ended having a quick sushi dinner date, which was lovely. I needed and had a small sake. :-) But I missed not being able to go to the dinner at the Hilton. :-(
Still trying to work on things like manners, being a child of her word, not being so bossy, and having good integrity. I know she's only 4 but I truly believe it's never too early to start on being a stand-up citizen. My parenting philosophy can be summed up in 3 words: Firm, Fair, Fun! Although she's quite a handful and I usually end weekends with her pretty wiped out, somehow I always miss her when she's gone and wish she were there so I could tell her I love her yet again. I had to listen to KTSU gospel (awesome Sunday music!) last night on the way home from dropping her off to try to create peace within myself.
I told S that tonight we are going to see Borat and that's pretty much all there is to it! Now it's showing at the theater down the street from our house so he has no excuse to bow out. I can't wait. He owes me anyway since we missed our swank dinner on Sat. night. Since we were all dressed up anyway we ended having a quick sushi dinner date, which was lovely. I needed and had a small sake. :-) But I missed not being able to go to the dinner at the Hilton. :-(
Friday, November 10, 2006
Man is it cold in here and shout out
1st of all, they shoulda warned me in Library school that I will be cold for the rest of my professional life. This is ridiculous. I'm reduced to sitting on my damn hands in between typing.
Shout outs are in order to my blog visitors A in CA even though I'm mad at him for forgetting I got married this year--and also to C-L in NE even though I'm mad at her for never hearing from her. She's got a good excuse though, having recently become a mommy just like me! (Well, I've had over a year to get the hang of it, she's just past the learning curve!)
Just got off the phone w/my lawyer and I've been given more errands to take care of, which is fine. I rather like this investigative crap, as we all know. On a side note, my lawyer charges $195/hour. I was watching a segment on tattooing on the wonderful Sunday early morning show recently where they interviewed a tattooist in CA who has a 2-year waiting list (he does lots of dark, gray artistic tattoos for celebs, rockers, etc) and he said that while he won't disclose how much he makes, he charges more than his lawyer.
Shout outs are in order to my blog visitors A in CA even though I'm mad at him for forgetting I got married this year--and also to C-L in NE even though I'm mad at her for never hearing from her. She's got a good excuse though, having recently become a mommy just like me! (Well, I've had over a year to get the hang of it, she's just past the learning curve!)
Just got off the phone w/my lawyer and I've been given more errands to take care of, which is fine. I rather like this investigative crap, as we all know. On a side note, my lawyer charges $195/hour. I was watching a segment on tattooing on the wonderful Sunday early morning show recently where they interviewed a tattooist in CA who has a 2-year waiting list (he does lots of dark, gray artistic tattoos for celebs, rockers, etc) and he said that while he won't disclose how much he makes, he charges more than his lawyer.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Finally I will update the blog today
I think this blog is going to be a good way for folks to keep up with me and my goings-on if they should so choose, so I better update it finally on today, Nov. 9, 2006. Here goes, beginning with bad stuff, ending with good stuff (ah, such is life):
Today was stressful. I had to go downtown for a deposition related to our court case and the ED (egg donor) was there with her boyfriend/common-law husband, Dickhead. She told many lies, contradicted herself left and right, made up stories, etc. It was actually great because our lawyer is now going to use her fabrications to crucify her in court come January. Still, it was stressful to have to be there although I'm glad DH (dear hubby) didn't have to endure it due to him not being able to get away from work at the last minute. It's ok, I'll take any pain so that he doesn't have to!
So now I'm at work doing the evening desk shift at Job #1. For those of you not totally up to speed, I now have a F/T job and a P/T job. This is to pay our lawyer's bills. Today's deposition should run me about $700 just to give you an idea of what we're up against. I'm trying to get a 3rd P/T job but don't know if I will manage to swing it when you factor in my Volunteer Job (sheriff stuff) on top of everything else. But I'm trying! My mom always worked 2-3 jobs so I have inherited her and my grandfather's amazing work ethic and energy.
Good stuff: Looking forward to going to the zoo again this weekend, and looking forward to getting my free meal Saturday night at the Hilton at a swank dinner enjoyed with DH where we get to dress up and everything.
Lord, that's enough for now. To be continued...
Today was stressful. I had to go downtown for a deposition related to our court case and the ED (egg donor) was there with her boyfriend/common-law husband, Dickhead. She told many lies, contradicted herself left and right, made up stories, etc. It was actually great because our lawyer is now going to use her fabrications to crucify her in court come January. Still, it was stressful to have to be there although I'm glad DH (dear hubby) didn't have to endure it due to him not being able to get away from work at the last minute. It's ok, I'll take any pain so that he doesn't have to!
So now I'm at work doing the evening desk shift at Job #1. For those of you not totally up to speed, I now have a F/T job and a P/T job. This is to pay our lawyer's bills. Today's deposition should run me about $700 just to give you an idea of what we're up against. I'm trying to get a 3rd P/T job but don't know if I will manage to swing it when you factor in my Volunteer Job (sheriff stuff) on top of everything else. But I'm trying! My mom always worked 2-3 jobs so I have inherited her and my grandfather's amazing work ethic and energy.
Good stuff: Looking forward to going to the zoo again this weekend, and looking forward to getting my free meal Saturday night at the Hilton at a swank dinner enjoyed with DH where we get to dress up and everything.
Lord, that's enough for now. To be continued...
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