One of my friends is having a breast cancer scare. One of my other friends' grandmother died yesterday. And I have been in constant communication with both of them and I just feel all bummed and angsty. Because I am feeling very fragile these days too, due to problems with S, financial woes, and now this bullshit transferring procedure that I am having to deal with.
I spent a good part of yesterday trying to track down a new marriage counselor. I had to find a woman, but not an old woman per S's request (he doesn't want "old school" but prefers someone with "fresh ideas"). Then it had to be someone who accepts my insurance. Then it had to be someone who was hopefully pretty close to either home or Job #2 and it also had to be someone who has appointments after 6pm so S can go when he gets off work. Someone that operates from a Christian standpoint would have been nice, but I had to let something go or I was never gonna find someone. It took hours to find someone and I finally found someone who fits all those requirements, but I am a little worried b/c she seems like she might be a little too liberal for S, seeing as how she also treats GLBT folks and is into art therapy as well. But that's the best I could do for now; I have a totally open mind and I figure she might be able to help us regardless of her personal viewpoints. Now we'll just have to wait and see if S likes her or not. We see her next Weds. night.
Mudflap is also quite frustrated with S. S made him mad the other morning when they were talking and S expressed that he was worried that my recent dog-bite-incident-transfer-situation might reflect badly on him and his pending application to the Reserves. Mudflap felt that S was acting selfishly and kept trying to reassure S that my situation had nothing to do with him. But, as we all know, sometimes S does not listen to reason.
S had yesterday off from work too, which was 2 days in a row which has never happened. He went up north to have lunch with the baby at school and then just stayed there in The Shitslands to fart around with 2 of his buddies. Having 2 days off means his next paycheck will be even less than usual. I didn't even see him last night as I was already in bed when he got home. Tonight however, he wants to go see The Wrestler. Although we typically go see movies at matinee times, I agreed b/c otherwise there is no good time to go see it since we have the baby this weekend. I'm excited b/c we're going to go see it on the big screen at the River Oaks (where I saw Milk the other night, except Milk was on one of the smaller screens, boo).
Trying to keep it together, trying to think positively, trying not to crack.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Well, Well.
This morning this email was sent out to everyone in my district from my Lt. I appreciate it. I really do and I am surprised by it. I am still transferring though.
"I want to clarify a point from last night’s meeting. First and foremost I want everyone to understand that the example of Deputy Adela's call for service where another deputy’s face was bitten by a dog and requiring that deputy to be transported to the hospital for treatment was in no way intended to question Adela’s actions. In fact, her performance was reported to me by the scene sergeant to be equal to that of any deputy in a similar situation. She followed the directions of the supervisor, helped her partner through the medical process and completed her shift.
"I want to clarify a point from last night’s meeting. First and foremost I want everyone to understand that the example of Deputy Adela's call for service where another deputy’s face was bitten by a dog and requiring that deputy to be transported to the hospital for treatment was in no way intended to question Adela’s actions. In fact, her performance was reported to me by the scene sergeant to be equal to that of any deputy in a similar situation. She followed the directions of the supervisor, helped her partner through the medical process and completed her shift.
Under the normal circumstances at that time that would be the end of the story however the than incoming and now current leadership has shown a much greater interest in the welfare of the deputies and through some miscommunications was informed that the injured deputy was a reserve from our district. A member of the sheriff-elect’s transition team contacted me to inquiry as the status of the deputy and the events surrounding the incident. I was unable to answer the questions and it required a number of telephone calls and some time before I was able to determine that it was not a reserve deputy that was injured.
The sole reason I brought this example to the group was to demonstrate that we, as a group, need to understand that events which in the past would not normally require any notification to the reserve supervisors now require notification. If you are not sure if the event requires a notification call than you should call your supervisor for guidance.
Let me reiterate that Deputy Adela's performance should not be questioned or seconded guessed as she did her job and followed the correct protocol that was in place at the time this occurred.
Please contact me if you have any questions or wish to discuss this further."
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Transfer Time?
So today I submitted my transfer papers to my Lt. so I can be transferred AWAY from him and my bitchy Sgt. Before I did so I composed an email to my Lt. saying that I did not appreciate their asshole-ism (I didn't state it that way literally but figuratively). They apparently feel that they were the victims of malicious and deliberate obfuscation and want to publicly blame me for it, so screw them and their psychological issues.
This all stemmed from the incident on Christmas Eve when I drove my fellow deputy to the hospital after he got bit in the face by a rottweiler. Yes dear readers, some of us are still obsessing over this...????? Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ! I thought this was resolved a month ago. I took my bitchy Sgt.'s lecture and beratement on Christmas day (her attitude towards me, even though she did admit that I had done nothing wrong, seemed to be, well, you did nothing wrong and you don't deserve a lecture but I'm gonna give one to you anyway) and even though I didn't appreciate it--none!--I simply let it go. And moved on with my life as I got way bigger fish to fry than that worthless bitch. She and the Lt. were just, as S likes to say, "butt-hurt" b/c they got phone calls about it and they didn't know what had happened--and the reason they didn't know what happened is b/c I did not tell them what happened and the reason I did not tell them what happened is b/c there was nothing to tell! Yes, it was a major incident. YES, ***I, DEPUTY ADELA*** WAS ***NOT*** INVOLVED BEYOND DRIVING THE POOR KID TO THE HOSPITAL AND STAYING WITH HIM AND SQUEEZING HIS HAND WHILE HE GOT SHOTS IN THE FACE. The. END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cut to our monthly meeting last night. Even S was there so he could meet our new Chief, check on the status of his application, and disseminate some police package motorcycle flyers from his work. We were in our section meetings which follow the general meeting. My Lt. and Sgt. were standing together, addressing us on several items, when all of a sudden out of left fuckin' field comes that damn dog incident again!!! They warned us all that if we were involved in anything major that we needed to notify them immediately. Then, I couldn't believe it--I was stunned--my Lt. says, in front of everyone, "Adela was involved in a dog bite incident and we didn't know about it." Everyone looks at me. I was shocked and appalled. Bitchy Sgt. then goes on to say how they look bad when they get calls from "up above" and don't know what's going on. This goes on for another couple of minutes and I was just horrified. Finally, the capper: Lt. looks me right in the eye and lies to me. He says, "The call I got initially was that you were the one that was dog bit." That is so untrue I can't even fathom it b/c I had told Mudflap what happened; Mudflap told KM, incidentally who is now our new Chief as of Jan. 1, what happened; then later on that day I told KM directly what happened. I KNOW neither of them got the story wrong and neither of the full-time Sergeants got the story wrong b/c they were both there with us at the hospital. So who else from "up above" could have possibly called him? Liar. Hysterical exaggerator. Drama queen!
As I told the Lt. in my letter, "If the rumor mill got out of control, that is certainly not my fault." Bottom line is, I did nothing wrong, I committed no breach of reporting procedure (b/c again, I was NOT involved), I broke no chain of command, I did nothing wrong. They just had hurt feelings b/c I had not called them up like we're all buddies or something and told them all the minuscule details about my night out on patrol. Get lives! Get bent! Get *&%^ed! And to UNFAIRLY make an example out of me at the meeting in front of my husband and my peers, leading everyone to wonder what I did that was so wrong, that was wrong indeed and I am finished with those pieces of shit. Because frankly, now it is no longer safe for me to work with them. If we're out on the street together and they need help, I cannot guarantee that any will be available from me.
So now the waiting begins. If I get any resistance at all on my transfer request, if I hear any lip from anyone about this, I am unfortunately going to have to go talk to KM, our new Chief. Last night he brought the new Sheriff to talk to us at the meeting (we were all pretty impressed, truthfully) and said that he has an open door policy. And after all, KM was the one that kind of started this shit storm and created this mess for me in the first place since he is so tight with the Sheriff and Mudflap, who was the one that brought this incident to KM's attention b/c he was bragging about me! I have asked to be transferred to District 2, which is northeast Houston. I will be under the command of my former Sgt., my good buddy. This is also the territory that holds the infamous Mexican flea markets where Mudflap and I worked many a happy shift from 2007-2008. I would rather not leave my district, but I refuse to work under those 2 little petty bitches any longer.
Siiiiiiiiigggghhhhh. I am having major computer problems at Job #1. I took yesterday off b/c I had to go do library research instruction for the new studes at Job #2. That was very painful since the first of the 2 instruction sessions took place at 7:15 in the freakin' a.m. It was horrible being awake and working at that hour. I did a 2nd session at noon which is a much more decent hour. I took a brief lunch and let myself get off at 3:30 pm, at which time I decided I deserved a treat and I took myself out on a date to see the 4:15 showing of Milk, which I'd been dying to see. It was sublime! It was fun getting away in the afternoon! And I was done with the movie at 6:30, just in time to run to the Reserve sheriff's meeting from HELL.
Today S took my car to get something fixed again. I am tired and stressed from paying hundreds of dollars on car repair which we can ill afford. I picked him up for lunch and we had Vietnamese which was good food but communication and conversation between us was strained. S and I are still trying to find a new marriage counselor and believe me, we need it. I have to admit, these past few days have been so incredibly trying. Today I was contemplating either booze or Valium to help ease the pain. I'm not feeling desperate yet but I'm seriously wondering how much more I can take. I do desperately need some mental health days off from work b/c the stress is manifesting itself in several disturbing physical ways, (I may have to see a doctor yet) but there really is just no convenient time to do so as I have got some major responsibilities both this week and next. I don't want the booze or the Valium. I'd rather take myself to go see some of these Oscar contenders and, as the song says, "make the world go away."
This all stemmed from the incident on Christmas Eve when I drove my fellow deputy to the hospital after he got bit in the face by a rottweiler. Yes dear readers, some of us are still obsessing over this...????? Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ! I thought this was resolved a month ago. I took my bitchy Sgt.'s lecture and beratement on Christmas day (her attitude towards me, even though she did admit that I had done nothing wrong, seemed to be, well, you did nothing wrong and you don't deserve a lecture but I'm gonna give one to you anyway) and even though I didn't appreciate it--none!--I simply let it go. And moved on with my life as I got way bigger fish to fry than that worthless bitch. She and the Lt. were just, as S likes to say, "butt-hurt" b/c they got phone calls about it and they didn't know what had happened--and the reason they didn't know what happened is b/c I did not tell them what happened and the reason I did not tell them what happened is b/c there was nothing to tell! Yes, it was a major incident. YES, ***I, DEPUTY ADELA*** WAS ***NOT*** INVOLVED BEYOND DRIVING THE POOR KID TO THE HOSPITAL AND STAYING WITH HIM AND SQUEEZING HIS HAND WHILE HE GOT SHOTS IN THE FACE. The. END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cut to our monthly meeting last night. Even S was there so he could meet our new Chief, check on the status of his application, and disseminate some police package motorcycle flyers from his work. We were in our section meetings which follow the general meeting. My Lt. and Sgt. were standing together, addressing us on several items, when all of a sudden out of left fuckin' field comes that damn dog incident again!!! They warned us all that if we were involved in anything major that we needed to notify them immediately. Then, I couldn't believe it--I was stunned--my Lt. says, in front of everyone, "Adela was involved in a dog bite incident and we didn't know about it." Everyone looks at me. I was shocked and appalled. Bitchy Sgt. then goes on to say how they look bad when they get calls from "up above" and don't know what's going on. This goes on for another couple of minutes and I was just horrified. Finally, the capper: Lt. looks me right in the eye and lies to me. He says, "The call I got initially was that you were the one that was dog bit." That is so untrue I can't even fathom it b/c I had told Mudflap what happened; Mudflap told KM, incidentally who is now our new Chief as of Jan. 1, what happened; then later on that day I told KM directly what happened. I KNOW neither of them got the story wrong and neither of the full-time Sergeants got the story wrong b/c they were both there with us at the hospital. So who else from "up above" could have possibly called him? Liar. Hysterical exaggerator. Drama queen!
As I told the Lt. in my letter, "If the rumor mill got out of control, that is certainly not my fault." Bottom line is, I did nothing wrong, I committed no breach of reporting procedure (b/c again, I was NOT involved), I broke no chain of command, I did nothing wrong. They just had hurt feelings b/c I had not called them up like we're all buddies or something and told them all the minuscule details about my night out on patrol. Get lives! Get bent! Get *&%^ed! And to UNFAIRLY make an example out of me at the meeting in front of my husband and my peers, leading everyone to wonder what I did that was so wrong, that was wrong indeed and I am finished with those pieces of shit. Because frankly, now it is no longer safe for me to work with them. If we're out on the street together and they need help, I cannot guarantee that any will be available from me.
So now the waiting begins. If I get any resistance at all on my transfer request, if I hear any lip from anyone about this, I am unfortunately going to have to go talk to KM, our new Chief. Last night he brought the new Sheriff to talk to us at the meeting (we were all pretty impressed, truthfully) and said that he has an open door policy. And after all, KM was the one that kind of started this shit storm and created this mess for me in the first place since he is so tight with the Sheriff and Mudflap, who was the one that brought this incident to KM's attention b/c he was bragging about me! I have asked to be transferred to District 2, which is northeast Houston. I will be under the command of my former Sgt., my good buddy. This is also the territory that holds the infamous Mexican flea markets where Mudflap and I worked many a happy shift from 2007-2008. I would rather not leave my district, but I refuse to work under those 2 little petty bitches any longer.
Siiiiiiiiigggghhhhh. I am having major computer problems at Job #1. I took yesterday off b/c I had to go do library research instruction for the new studes at Job #2. That was very painful since the first of the 2 instruction sessions took place at 7:15 in the freakin' a.m. It was horrible being awake and working at that hour. I did a 2nd session at noon which is a much more decent hour. I took a brief lunch and let myself get off at 3:30 pm, at which time I decided I deserved a treat and I took myself out on a date to see the 4:15 showing of Milk, which I'd been dying to see. It was sublime! It was fun getting away in the afternoon! And I was done with the movie at 6:30, just in time to run to the Reserve sheriff's meeting from HELL.
Today S took my car to get something fixed again. I am tired and stressed from paying hundreds of dollars on car repair which we can ill afford. I picked him up for lunch and we had Vietnamese which was good food but communication and conversation between us was strained. S and I are still trying to find a new marriage counselor and believe me, we need it. I have to admit, these past few days have been so incredibly trying. Today I was contemplating either booze or Valium to help ease the pain. I'm not feeling desperate yet but I'm seriously wondering how much more I can take. I do desperately need some mental health days off from work b/c the stress is manifesting itself in several disturbing physical ways, (I may have to see a doctor yet) but there really is just no convenient time to do so as I have got some major responsibilities both this week and next. I don't want the booze or the Valium. I'd rather take myself to go see some of these Oscar contenders and, as the song says, "make the world go away."
Thursday, January 22, 2009
About To Get Funkified
Although it is a Thursday night I am going to see Papa Grows Funk tonight at the CC! I am not sure who else of my friends that I invited will be there too. I think I talked Auntie J. into going though. S will be watching the new Underworld werewolf movie somewhere tonight with Mano. Good for them, I have no interest!
I guess I have time to go home after Job #2 since the show does not start until "10". I have taken tomorrow morning off from work. I am looking forward to tonight! I just wish more of my friends (not naming names) were not so lame and valued live music shows as much as I do and did not act like such old fuddy duddies and refuse to go out just because it's a Thursday night. Do we want to be old AND act old??? Fornicate that!!!
It was 74 degrees today and I was loving it. Yesterday was nice too. Because I was running around like a madwoman and had meetings/presentations at 3 different locations at 9am, 12pm, and 2pm, once my 2pm meeting was over I gave myself a treat. I went to the newly renovated library that I used to work at many moons ago since I had not been there since it was renovated and it is located very close to Job#2. I had the work laptop with me so I found a table by a huge, sunny window, checked my work email, and relaxed a little before going to Job #2. It was fun and while I was there I even found 2 books to check out, like I need any more reading material.
Also yesterday S went up north to have lunch with the baby at her school. Later on he met his mom for dinner and finally asked her to apologize to me for all her crap she's pulled and all the bullshit she's said. He reported back to me that she does not even remember the incidents. I'm sure she doesn't! However he said that she would apologize anyway. I hope she does b/c I am tired of hating her. I would like to evolve from despising her to having no feelings for her whatsoever. Still, in the future, when we are someday in the same room together or at the same event, I will continue to watch my back around her and I will also have very little to say to her. Additionally, I will believe very little--if anything--of what comes out of her mouth. I am serious. She could say there are more mashed potatoes in the kitchen and I will just blow her off and ignore her. I don't mean I will have an attitude around her. I will simply be imitating a potted plant. A pretty one!
Therapy note: S and I are between marriage counselors, though our uncle did offer to talk to us this coming weekend. For now S and I are trying to be "just friends" and work on our foundation of friendship. It's an interesting process and I hope it works.
I guess I have time to go home after Job #2 since the show does not start until "10". I have taken tomorrow morning off from work. I am looking forward to tonight! I just wish more of my friends (not naming names) were not so lame and valued live music shows as much as I do and did not act like such old fuddy duddies and refuse to go out just because it's a Thursday night. Do we want to be old AND act old??? Fornicate that!!!
It was 74 degrees today and I was loving it. Yesterday was nice too. Because I was running around like a madwoman and had meetings/presentations at 3 different locations at 9am, 12pm, and 2pm, once my 2pm meeting was over I gave myself a treat. I went to the newly renovated library that I used to work at many moons ago since I had not been there since it was renovated and it is located very close to Job#2. I had the work laptop with me so I found a table by a huge, sunny window, checked my work email, and relaxed a little before going to Job #2. It was fun and while I was there I even found 2 books to check out, like I need any more reading material.
Also yesterday S went up north to have lunch with the baby at her school. Later on he met his mom for dinner and finally asked her to apologize to me for all her crap she's pulled and all the bullshit she's said. He reported back to me that she does not even remember the incidents. I'm sure she doesn't! However he said that she would apologize anyway. I hope she does b/c I am tired of hating her. I would like to evolve from despising her to having no feelings for her whatsoever. Still, in the future, when we are someday in the same room together or at the same event, I will continue to watch my back around her and I will also have very little to say to her. Additionally, I will believe very little--if anything--of what comes out of her mouth. I am serious. She could say there are more mashed potatoes in the kitchen and I will just blow her off and ignore her. I don't mean I will have an attitude around her. I will simply be imitating a potted plant. A pretty one!
Therapy note: S and I are between marriage counselors, though our uncle did offer to talk to us this coming weekend. For now S and I are trying to be "just friends" and work on our foundation of friendship. It's an interesting process and I hope it works.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
I Like To Sleep Late in the Morning
I don't like to wear no shoes
I make love to the women while I'm livin'
Get drunk on a bottle of booze!
--David Bromberg
Right now the baby is asleep in her room. S is out on a ridealong with his constable friend. And I'm wishing I could stay up as late as I want tonight and sleep late tomorrow! Alas, it is not to be... I've got a full day tomorrow of working from home followed by a shift at Job #2. It's also my grandfather Popo's 93rd birthday and I want to hunt down a pineapple upside down cake for him, his favorite! Ah well, I can sleep in late on Sunday (not really very much on Sat. b/c the baby always wakes me up so I can get her cereal--God I can't wait 'til she's old enough to do it herself! Well, maybe I can wait a little while longer).
I make love to the women while I'm livin'
Get drunk on a bottle of booze!
--David Bromberg
Right now the baby is asleep in her room. S is out on a ridealong with his constable friend. And I'm wishing I could stay up as late as I want tonight and sleep late tomorrow! Alas, it is not to be... I've got a full day tomorrow of working from home followed by a shift at Job #2. It's also my grandfather Popo's 93rd birthday and I want to hunt down a pineapple upside down cake for him, his favorite! Ah well, I can sleep in late on Sunday (not really very much on Sat. b/c the baby always wakes me up so I can get her cereal--God I can't wait 'til she's old enough to do it herself! Well, maybe I can wait a little while longer).
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I'm a Rebel and I'm Never Gonna Be Any Good
I'm sitting in my office with my heater warming my feet instead of being "out there" like they've requested. Ah, well!
S and I went for a run last night after "Idol." It was about 40 freakin' degrees. I tried some backwards running, which was fun. I know you're not supposed to do this, but b/c of the run last night I let myself eat 4 small desserts at today's lunch meeting. Tomorrow I have yet another lunch meeting and word on the street is it will be catered by Chic Fil-A. [Slobber]
In other news, here's my new favorite blog! My mother will enjoy reading it, too. It is totally sublime and written by a longtime musical pal from back in the days when I was a club type. Someday soon G. and I will go down to Marfa, TX and visit him, should he not be able to hide his tracks and avoid us.
S and I went for a run last night after "Idol." It was about 40 freakin' degrees. I tried some backwards running, which was fun. I know you're not supposed to do this, but b/c of the run last night I let myself eat 4 small desserts at today's lunch meeting. Tomorrow I have yet another lunch meeting and word on the street is it will be catered by Chic Fil-A. [Slobber]
In other news, here's my new favorite blog! My mother will enjoy reading it, too. It is totally sublime and written by a longtime musical pal from back in the days when I was a club type. Someday soon G. and I will go down to Marfa, TX and visit him, should he not be able to hide his tracks and avoid us.
Monday, January 12, 2009
I Done Good, Mostly
This past weekend was awesome. I even worked out both days, yay for me! Although on Saturday I especially needed to since G.'s birthday brunch was totally decadent. I ate: banana and syrup covered waffle, plenty o' pineapple, papaya and strawberries, scrambled eggs, bacon, potatoes, sweet potatoes, some kind of sweet cornbread thing, and for dessert, Eggs Benedict! (I avoided the banana bread, yay for me again!)
After brunch a group of us went to the Menil with my bro for the Max Ernst exhibit, which was sublime. I realized that THAT is the kind of thing I need to be doing more of this year: more trips to museums, art and otherwise, for art and culture therapy. It feeds my soul and calms me down, that's for sure. I may even buy a membership to the science museum; I am sorely tempted and keep revisiting the idea. They've got some awesome exhibits coming this year: Genghis Khan, diamonds, and the Terra Cotta warriors!
Yesterday S and I went for a run, although I seem to have twisted my ankle about 3 weeks ago (more ridiculous injuries that show I ain't as young as I used to be--I was getting out of bed and my foot just collapsed underneath me! It apparently was asleep and I didn't realize it!) and it continues to slightly ache on and off. So I only ran 1 lap and walked the rest. Later we watched more 30 Rock, our new favorite show, on DVD. We lounged around until it was time to meet Mano at the Movie Tavern for Benjamin Button. We knew that since that movie is about 4 hours long we better watch it at a place where we can order a meal! BB was good and sublime, but the ending depressed S and gave him a headache and put him in a foul mood the rest of the night. Now the season begins where I attempt to watch as many Oscar-contenders as possible, so I'm glad I got this one out of the way.
After brunch a group of us went to the Menil with my bro for the Max Ernst exhibit, which was sublime. I realized that THAT is the kind of thing I need to be doing more of this year: more trips to museums, art and otherwise, for art and culture therapy. It feeds my soul and calms me down, that's for sure. I may even buy a membership to the science museum; I am sorely tempted and keep revisiting the idea. They've got some awesome exhibits coming this year: Genghis Khan, diamonds, and the Terra Cotta warriors!
Yesterday S and I went for a run, although I seem to have twisted my ankle about 3 weeks ago (more ridiculous injuries that show I ain't as young as I used to be--I was getting out of bed and my foot just collapsed underneath me! It apparently was asleep and I didn't realize it!) and it continues to slightly ache on and off. So I only ran 1 lap and walked the rest. Later we watched more 30 Rock, our new favorite show, on DVD. We lounged around until it was time to meet Mano at the Movie Tavern for Benjamin Button. We knew that since that movie is about 4 hours long we better watch it at a place where we can order a meal! BB was good and sublime, but the ending depressed S and gave him a headache and put him in a foul mood the rest of the night. Now the season begins where I attempt to watch as many Oscar-contenders as possible, so I'm glad I got this one out of the way.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Serenity Now!
Oh man, what a week this has been. I have been multi-tasking like a madwoman at Job #1. I've got 3 different grants I'm working on, 2 different budget revisions, vendors in New Hampshire to work with on my kiosk project, higher-ups that I'm trying to keep happy with all of the above, and then the cherry on top was that our slave I mean administrative assistant for the High-spanic Health coalition up and QUIT on us yesterday!!! So guess who gets to take up her slack re: our upcoming meeting next week and the RSVP's and all the little bullshit emails that were coming her way??? Yeah, the Secretary of the HHC!........ me!
Last week was just so blissful with the sleeping in and eating and not having any heavy duty responsibility. The cakewalk is officially over. Literally. I am trying to, if not totally get off of bread and cupcakes, to significantly limit my intake of them. S and I ate with Mudflap on Wednesday night at Cafe Express. I had my beloved chicken salad sandwich on fabulous ciabatta bread and I forced myself to tear off the corners and not eat 100% of the bread. As always, S got the soup and salad and offered me his garlic bread which in the past I was always happy to devour. This time I choked down a sob and refused it, passing it onto Mudflap who of course, was happy to take it. Sniff!
This weekend should be a good one, though. I have given myself the whole weekend off and we don't have the baby with us so it's going to be all about me on Saturday. I will begin by sleeping in, then I have a birthday brunch to go to that should be a lot of fun. After that I want to go see the Max Ernst exhibit at the Menil collection b/c my mom and brother keep raving about it. Tomorrow night I may or may not go to a memorial service for one of my favorite Majors, whose father just passed away. I had to meet my Lt. last night on the Beltway in a gas station parking lot so he could re-administer my oath of office--since we now have a new Sheriff, we all must do this and apparently we must do it this week. My Lt. kept me and S, who was nice enough to come with me, waiting for almost an hour b/c he was visiting the aforementioned Major. I told S that the Lt. owes me big-time for that and consequently, I don't want to hear anymore bitching about anything for awhile. (Not that he ever bitches me out, just once he asked why I only worked one shift one particular month and it was b/c I was so busy doing all those damn health fairs on the weekend for Job #1. I resented the question b/c there are so many of our Reserve deputies who NEVER work their shifts and NEVER bother to attend our monthly meetings and I was just like, WTF?!? [Then again--I can't blame them for having high standards for me! After all, I'm me!])
Friday night, come quickly!
Last week was just so blissful with the sleeping in and eating and not having any heavy duty responsibility. The cakewalk is officially over. Literally. I am trying to, if not totally get off of bread and cupcakes, to significantly limit my intake of them. S and I ate with Mudflap on Wednesday night at Cafe Express. I had my beloved chicken salad sandwich on fabulous ciabatta bread and I forced myself to tear off the corners and not eat 100% of the bread. As always, S got the soup and salad and offered me his garlic bread which in the past I was always happy to devour. This time I choked down a sob and refused it, passing it onto Mudflap who of course, was happy to take it. Sniff!
This weekend should be a good one, though. I have given myself the whole weekend off and we don't have the baby with us so it's going to be all about me on Saturday. I will begin by sleeping in, then I have a birthday brunch to go to that should be a lot of fun. After that I want to go see the Max Ernst exhibit at the Menil collection b/c my mom and brother keep raving about it. Tomorrow night I may or may not go to a memorial service for one of my favorite Majors, whose father just passed away. I had to meet my Lt. last night on the Beltway in a gas station parking lot so he could re-administer my oath of office--since we now have a new Sheriff, we all must do this and apparently we must do it this week. My Lt. kept me and S, who was nice enough to come with me, waiting for almost an hour b/c he was visiting the aforementioned Major. I told S that the Lt. owes me big-time for that and consequently, I don't want to hear anymore bitching about anything for awhile. (Not that he ever bitches me out, just once he asked why I only worked one shift one particular month and it was b/c I was so busy doing all those damn health fairs on the weekend for Job #1. I resented the question b/c there are so many of our Reserve deputies who NEVER work their shifts and NEVER bother to attend our monthly meetings and I was just like, WTF?!? [Then again--I can't blame them for having high standards for me! After all, I'm me!])
Friday night, come quickly!
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Hilarious Moments from New Year's in NOLA
In no particular order and before I forget them!
J1, me, Bean, Brandon, J2 aka Jillus, and Jean in a cigar shoppe on Decatur St.,
approx. 11:30 pm, Dec. 31, 2008.
- Bean inventing and eating most of a "Fry-brow po-boy."
- "Headless" "street performer" on the side of Jackson Square. (Me: "Some people will do anything to make a buck!" Brandon: "Downside is, you can only do that trick once!")
- Bean, Jillus, and me doing sit-down table "break-dancing", and passing the dance onto each other.
- Bean, Jillus, and Jean playing the washboard with the cajun band. (I played too but I was brilliant, not hilarious.) Ok, Jillus wasn't too bad.
- Jean calling us "spoiled brats" for not wanting the beads lying in the wet, dirty French Quarter gutter.
- Me donning my new gorgeous vintage gray crystal necklace (see photo) and Bean asking, "Are you wearing a lei?"
- Bean taking a bite out of a beignet and powdered sugar cascading all over the front of his dark sweater.
- Noticing how close the fireworks are to the French Quarter, Brandon making up a fake future headline, "French Quarter Demolished by Fireworks Flames" and Bean amending it to, "It is now the French 1/8th!"
- 90% of the shit Bean says and does anyway!
J1, me, Bean, Brandon, J2 aka Jillus, and Jean in a cigar shoppe on Decatur St.,approx. 11:30 pm, Dec. 31, 2008.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Merry New Year!
"Happy New Year. In this country, we say Happy new Year."
"Ah HAHAHAHAHAH HA HAHA HA!"
I've been saying that all week. It cracks me up every time! It's from the movie Trading Places, an all-time fave.
So it's Jan. 3 or something like that and I'm at work (Job #1). I got back from New Orleans at around 1opm on Thursday night and went on patrol yesterday since I had the day off from both librarian jobs. Today I've got a couple of patrol-related injuries but I never mind those b/c I feel like a stud, even if one of the injuries is my fingernail getting torn off from trying to put the patrol car key on my keyring. The other injury is a slightly scraped shin from chasing a suspect through a ghetto apartment complex and tripping and falling while running through the mud. (And oh my God I kept thinking of Officer Abernathy while I was running through that complex--I did not have my weapon out but I opened my holster and ran with my hand on the grip in case I had to pull it out at any moment.) I tell you what though, since this chase happened while my partner and I were literally on our way home and I had already turned back in my radio at the station, I had to stay with my partner since it would have been too dangerous for me to be alone. But when we took off running, as slow as a runner as I am I was totally leaving my partner in the dust b/c he is a big fat guy and I had to slow myself down and wait for him which kind of bummed me out!!! I wanted to run and catch that damn turd but here I was waiting for my partner to catch up with me and he was majorly a'huffin' and a'puffin'. In the end, about 20 other deputies came out to try and catch the turd and also K9 and a DPS helicoper but we never found him. Turd!
So I've had a pretty fun past week, even if S couldn't make it to New Orleans with me after all b/c he had to work. I even called up his boss and pleaded my case, but it was a lost cause. I was very sad to leave S behind in Houston and I was not happy about driving to NOLA by myself but it was all made up for by the good times had in NOLA with Jillus and Bean!!! I swear, all we did was eat, drink, walk around, and eat and drink. Bean and I both woke up with Hurricane hangovers on Wednesday. I ate at Cafe Du Monde twice. I made Jillus swear that we would not go another 6 years without seeing each other again! And Bean even shared my hotel room with me for both nights so he would not have to drive all the way to his Metarie hotel room and it was nice to not be alone and I did not even feel like strangling him in his sleep as I have felt like doing when we have shared hotel rooms in the past! The only real bad thing was I did not get to enjoy a shrimp po-boy while I was in NOLA due to various reasons beyond our control, but I did get a decent catfish po-boy at one point. Good times, good times. Merry New Year!
So now that I believe I have gained about 5 pounds in the last week, and also being horrified at the poor running performance of my fellow deputy yesterday, my first New Year's resolution is to spend less time this year eating cake, bread and cupcakes (sniff! sob!) and more time jogging. Like they told us in the academy, every day that you don't work out, someone else (i.e., a turd) is. I'm thinking I've gotta get out there at least 3 times a week. My second resolution is to spend more time doing what I really want to do and less time doing what I think I should be doing. For example, more time spent reading and less time spent... not sure yet but I still want more time for reading! I also want more time to patrol. I'm thinking of taking a day off from work every so often just to go out and patrol, that way my weekends are more freed up and I'm not so stressed out all the time about when I'm going to get my shifts in for the month. In fact, that sounds like a capital idea!
So after I get off work today Boof and Tony should be getting into town again for a visit. They are supposedly bringing with them our old friend Hand, who was yet another big brother I had in college! So I guess this means my 2009 health plan will have to begin on Monday since I know I will be forced to take them out for Mexican food and margaritas!
"Ah HAHAHAHAHAH HA HAHA HA!"
I've been saying that all week. It cracks me up every time! It's from the movie Trading Places, an all-time fave.
So it's Jan. 3 or something like that and I'm at work (Job #1). I got back from New Orleans at around 1opm on Thursday night and went on patrol yesterday since I had the day off from both librarian jobs. Today I've got a couple of patrol-related injuries but I never mind those b/c I feel like a stud, even if one of the injuries is my fingernail getting torn off from trying to put the patrol car key on my keyring. The other injury is a slightly scraped shin from chasing a suspect through a ghetto apartment complex and tripping and falling while running through the mud. (And oh my God I kept thinking of Officer Abernathy while I was running through that complex--I did not have my weapon out but I opened my holster and ran with my hand on the grip in case I had to pull it out at any moment.) I tell you what though, since this chase happened while my partner and I were literally on our way home and I had already turned back in my radio at the station, I had to stay with my partner since it would have been too dangerous for me to be alone. But when we took off running, as slow as a runner as I am I was totally leaving my partner in the dust b/c he is a big fat guy and I had to slow myself down and wait for him which kind of bummed me out!!! I wanted to run and catch that damn turd but here I was waiting for my partner to catch up with me and he was majorly a'huffin' and a'puffin'. In the end, about 20 other deputies came out to try and catch the turd and also K9 and a DPS helicoper but we never found him. Turd!
So I've had a pretty fun past week, even if S couldn't make it to New Orleans with me after all b/c he had to work. I even called up his boss and pleaded my case, but it was a lost cause. I was very sad to leave S behind in Houston and I was not happy about driving to NOLA by myself but it was all made up for by the good times had in NOLA with Jillus and Bean!!! I swear, all we did was eat, drink, walk around, and eat and drink. Bean and I both woke up with Hurricane hangovers on Wednesday. I ate at Cafe Du Monde twice. I made Jillus swear that we would not go another 6 years without seeing each other again! And Bean even shared my hotel room with me for both nights so he would not have to drive all the way to his Metarie hotel room and it was nice to not be alone and I did not even feel like strangling him in his sleep as I have felt like doing when we have shared hotel rooms in the past! The only real bad thing was I did not get to enjoy a shrimp po-boy while I was in NOLA due to various reasons beyond our control, but I did get a decent catfish po-boy at one point. Good times, good times. Merry New Year!
So now that I believe I have gained about 5 pounds in the last week, and also being horrified at the poor running performance of my fellow deputy yesterday, my first New Year's resolution is to spend less time this year eating cake, bread and cupcakes (sniff! sob!) and more time jogging. Like they told us in the academy, every day that you don't work out, someone else (i.e., a turd) is. I'm thinking I've gotta get out there at least 3 times a week. My second resolution is to spend more time doing what I really want to do and less time doing what I think I should be doing. For example, more time spent reading and less time spent... not sure yet but I still want more time for reading! I also want more time to patrol. I'm thinking of taking a day off from work every so often just to go out and patrol, that way my weekends are more freed up and I'm not so stressed out all the time about when I'm going to get my shifts in for the month. In fact, that sounds like a capital idea!
So after I get off work today Boof and Tony should be getting into town again for a visit. They are supposedly bringing with them our old friend Hand, who was yet another big brother I had in college! So I guess this means my 2009 health plan will have to begin on Monday since I know I will be forced to take them out for Mexican food and margaritas!
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