Pulled Over!

I got pulled over on the way to Job #2. Afterwards I had to immediately call Mudflap to brag. He is jealous. He deliberately tries to get pulled over so he can "badge out" but has only been pulled over one time to my four! (Five if you count when S was driving once.) And it was a motorcycle cop to boot! He said I "ran a red light" when I was making a right turn; I said I had no idea I'd done that. That's not really running a red light in my book, though! It was more like a California roll/stop into a right turn. He kinda looked disappointed when I badged out, but told me it happens to everyone and to have a nice day. I apologized and said I'd be more careful. I do hate to waste my fellow peace officers' time.

Speaking of Mudflap, that fool almost got killed yesterday. I have nagged him time and time again to carry an off-duty weapon on his person but he has never investigated doing so. Well, yesterday he was looking out of the 3rd-floor window of his office building and observed a turd down in the parking lot trying to break a window of a car. Mudflap yelled to his coworkers to call 911, and he ran down into the parking lot. He STUPIDLY showed his badge to the turd and ordered him to stop and to not move. Well, being UNARMED at the time there was little he could do except get out of the damn way when the turd jumped in his car and tried to run Mudflap over!!! Mudflap's coworker, who was behind him, almost got hit too. The fuzz was there in about 5 min. and got the license plate # from Mudflap. They said they'd go pick up the turd and would file Aggravated Assault on a Peace Officer, since Mudflap did show his badge to him.

I carry Gus, my trusted .38, on me at all times, no exceptions, even when we go jogging!!! (Although Gus remains in the car.) Our fellow deputies also always carry guns on them, usually in the waistband. (I never wear belts so I usually don't carry that way.) Mudflap agreed it was time for him to start carrying his little friend on him as well. This is the 2nd time he's had an extremely close call, the last time being when he walked into a store that had seconds before been robbed at gunpoint. I know I've had enough of hearing of Mudflap's close calls. He is my partner, after all!

This past weekend was very nice. It was the 1st Saturday in 3 months that I had a Saturday off with just S, and no baby. We slept in--bliss. Later we went to see 3:10 to Yuma with R. and her man. Splendid western! (Why do trains run at the 2:10, 3:10, 4:10 time? What's up with that? I want to know.) Sunday we tried to go to church. Lord knows, we tried! But we couldn't make it on time. I really wanted to hear the marriage sermon, too. But I hadn't finished cleaning my gun, Esteban, and I slept really late, too. I needed to! Mudflap and I headed out for an early shift at the Mexican Flea Market b/c we needed to leave early in order to meet S and Mano at the sports bar for the wrestling PPV. The Flea Market scene was pretty sedate, for once. Is our crime prevention special assigment working? I did give 1 guy 3 tickets, though. He was driving a big stupid Chevy Suburban with big stupid expensive rims so he can afford lots of tickets, in my opinion!

Poor S took today off b/c he hurt himself at work yesterday. Unfortunately our big tv also is on the fritz. We believe the transformer may be out. I refused to be too upset about it, although I was pretty down about it when it happened, having just spent almost $200 on the thing. Sometimes you just have to say, it's just money. I refused to be pissed, refused to be depressed, and just told S it was his project so he gets to do the research on fixing it and to just let me know how much it would cost. I have too many other things, more important things, to care about.

For example, getting S to apply to the peace officer program at the local university! It will cost us $1800. I can swing at least half of that if I start now and be creative with the budget. We'll earn it all back and then some after he graduates!!! The program is full time from January-May, so 5 months of roughing it financially, which will be more than worth it in the end. It's like the bumper sticker I saw today: "If you think education is expensive, try ignorance." But he will have to quit his job in order to do this, with my blessings. I didn't have to work too much when I was in school, and so I would like to allow him the same luxury. He will, however, need to get some kind of part-time job, b/c I will need some help with the household expenses. And by that time we should, God willing, be getting child support from the whore, which will help too.

Time for cake. There's apparently a whole unopened one in a box in the back. (Job #2 had their groundbreaking ceremony today.) Maybe that should be the title of my autobio: Time for cake.