Land the plane.

Time lapse since my last blog and with a no good reason.  He moved out.  So hopefully that will change.  Relationships are "Enter At Your Own Risk".  There is no downside to being single.  If you are lonely get a dog, if you are allergic get a "Petville".  There is something out there to occupy your time.  Try work.  It kicks my ass over 40 hours a week.  And kids? Jesus, what a mess they are.  I positively love this child.  Going a week and a few days without seeing him killed my soul.  I thought I wasn't going to make it. Until yesterday I only thought I 'got it'.  When he got in that Jeep after having gotten busted riding his 3-wheeler to CHURCH...well I couldn't have been more proud.  Of course he was in big deep shit with his Dad, whom I failed to notice.  Now this baby had ridden his 3-wheeler on the side of the highway to get to church.  I'm thinking if you are going to get busted for something, get busted while headed to church. Priceless.  I got him and we're headed down the road and he tells me the whole story.  It was all I could do to hide my tears of joy. I told him I was proud he was going to church and not to get beer and cigarettes.
So call me what you want, put me through this and that.  Talk is cheap, why didn't you just land the plane and tell me what was really going on? I could have been this happy a long time ago.

(shirt Mom brought me from California. How fitting. above)

Joy and dismay! Another day of work today. I almost threw several fits yesterday and then raced home to the tunes of AC/DC and wouldn't you know it... Oh gotta go, late for work! I be bck.

Granny Posey

My Granny Posey and Grandpa Clifford at the beginning.


Elva Lee Posey Packer was lovingly known to her many friends as “Posey” and to her grandchildren as Granny Posey. The name she took great pride in was being known as mother and as the wife of the late Cliff Packer. She loved life as strongly as she loved her husband and children, Trena, Drew and Glynda.

A Benton area resident for six decades, Posey Packer died Tuesday, June 3, 2008, at the age of 86 with a lifetime of memories filled with church, family, politics, travel, dogs, horses and Arkansas’ legendary Cliff Packer Auto Ranch.

A true steel magnolia with a clever wit, until her recent serious illness, she often voiced a quick laugh and a twinkle in her brown eyes. A breast cancer survivor, she was diagnosed with bone marrow carcinoma in February 2008.

Born in Carroll, La., in the Red River Parrish near Coushatta La., she met and married Cliff Packer while working in the ticket office of a theater in Longview, Texas, around 1942. While he served in the Army for five years, she worked alongside her parents, the late Clarence and Daisy Posey, in the East Texas Ammunitions Plant doing their part for World War II.

In the early 1950s, the young couple moved to Arkansas, which proved to be their land of opportunity. They set up several entrepreneurial businesses near Little Rock and Benton, including Cliff Packer Auto Ranch, Trailer Sales, Service Station and Restaurant. Visionaries about the importance of the land at the Pulaski-Saline County lines, the Packers were among the first to purchase property there and build a business in the area. With a love of history and tradition coming from her Louisiana roots, they bought and renovated an 1890s-era home they lovingly called the “Stagecoach House” on old Highway 5. Much of the land they owned is now the Interstate connecting Little Rock and Benton. They established and managed KKDI-FM radio station in Sheridan for several years.

While she admitted to riding a horse “only a couple of times,” she was a renowned “ground level” expert who helped her husband and children with horsemanship and training tips. The Packer family traveled throughout the United States and were known for their excellent riding ability. They enjoyed an extended family of friends acquired through involvement with the Civitan Club, Saline County Fair, saddle clubs, cutting horse associations and the Arkansas State Fair. Mrs. Posey, as she was known at the Arkansas State Fair, was a founding member of the Arkansas State Cutting Horse and Quarter Horse Associations. She was a founding member and chaired the Arkansas State Fair Rodeo Queen Pageant for 25 years. Until her illness, she was active with the State Fair Board of Directors and the Arkansas Republican Party.

She was an integral part of the Arkansas State Republican Party and Saline County Republicans for more than 25 years. Together, the Packers chaired numerous committees and were avid fundraisers for the Grand Old Party. Additionally, they were National Convention delegates and attended inaugurations for Presidents Ronald Reagan and George Bush. It was not uncommon to pass by the Packers’ home en route to Hot Springs and view a huge banner endorsing Arkansas Republican candidates from congressmen to governor.

The many contacts she made through business, horseback riding and politics often were drop-in guests. She was a fine Southern lady who enjoyed playing impromptu hostess to these well-known guests and learned fast how to stretch a meal. “It was not unusual for Daddy to call and say he was bringing someone for dinner and 10 minutes later Ken ‘Festus’ Curtis, Roy Rogers and Dale or Glen Campbell or even Jerry Lee Lewis or Tanya Tucker would walk in,” she recalled recently. Other times it might be the governor, a senator or Win Paul Rockefeller.

A master of landscape architecture, she had no formal training but learned by “digging, planting and watching.” She enjoyed vegetable gardening, growing muscadines and flowers and shrubs. Her thumb was equally green in cultivating African violets, Easter lilies, orchids and her favorite pinkish-peach-tipped roses. She could root anything into a beautiful flower or shrub.

A favorite pastime, when she wasn’t watching her “story” — “General Hospital” — or game shows, where she could answer most any question, was listening to music CDs. She loved the close harmony quartets like the Gaither vocal band and the Gatlin Brothers as well as patriotic melodies and hits by Patsy Cline and Michael Buble.

All my love to Grandmother Posey Packer. Lost her second battle with cancer 6-3-08 on her and my grandfather's 66th wedding anniversary. He was waiting on her. Today they celebrate their third anniversary in Heaven.

For the love of...

The rat bastard that we all know killed the girl in Aruba has been arrested for another murder of a Peruvian girl. He's en route from Chile to Peru. Surprise, surprise. Blanche, from Golden Girls has died at 76. "Saturday night? Kid stuff. Get lucky on a Tuesday morning then call me." Loved Blanche. 
Work is going to make me lose my mind.  There is a sweet woman.  I wish she knew everything I know about dispatch. I wish I could place it in her head. She is so sweet.  She is like my grandmother.  My grandmother does not dispatch.
I can't watch the news. Or don't, rather. Though I'm glued to Nancy Grace.  The daily breakdown of local and national news as a whole is just more than I want to hear, without more than the recommended dose of my meds. 
BP is in big deep shit. Enough said. Our beaches are becoming an oil slick and it looks like the west coast is going to be the popular water attraction this summer.  Where's my travel agent's phone number? I need a plane ticket to Cali and a room at aunt Joyce's house.
I've got rotten dogs.  A 12 year old that is in my life  and he is a total trip.  I was a piece of work at that age and invented most of the shit he is pulling.  However I didn't have all the advanced technology.  He's fun. We're fun. Life's a ball and it keeps on rolling.  Make the best.  The comet's gonna come anyway.

Pray

Sgt. Brandon Paudert, 39, (left) and Officer Bill Evans, 38.

Killed in the line of duty May 20, 2010. 

There are no such things as "routine traffic stops".

These men and women put their lives on the line every day not knowing what may happen next.

Thank a police officer today.

Pray for the officers whom were slain in West Memphis. Pray for their families that will never be able to see the "bad guys" brought to justice.  Pray for the officers that took on fire as they fired upon and eventually killed the gunmen that had executed their fallen brothers.  All involved had loved ones.  All involved had friends, family, children, mothers, aunts, uncles and cousins.  The list of people this tragedy has affected will never end.

About to take the boy to school. He has 9 more days, I think. He's funny, he has to be there at 7:30a.m. sharp. Breakfast at school with all his frappy little friends, I guess. Or maybe he buys his girlfriend french toast and orange juice. Who knows what goes on now. Scares the hell out of me, and this is grade 5!

Facebook anomaly

Oh GREAT news here.  Mom just posted the link to this blog on her Facebook wall for about, "five minutes", she says.  I told her if she had any groupies out there subscribed to her automatic sms status updates...IT DIDN'T MATTER IF SHE ERASED IT OFF HER PAGE, it hit ALL their cell phones. I didn't even ask to WHOM she was sending it, originally.  I'm tired.  I'll be working a shift that is in another world come Sunday. The horror!

First mobile blog entry success? Lol!

(yes, first mobile blog uploaded!)

Bare Ears

After the earring scare this morning, I chose not to wear my earrings. Damn that was close. Could have been up all day looking for that damn thing.  Thank God I found it.  Mother gave those to me on my birthday. I'd being less than truthful if I were to try and recall which one.  I don't know.  There is a necklace that has a third diamond in it, with a ring around it.  The ring is the actual wedding ring she wore when she was married to my father.  It's very neat.  All three diamonds should stay together.  At least that's what I think, but it's a good damn deal that they didn't. From what I understand, but that is a completely different blog.  Neat story with the diamonds though.  They were given to my Dad by my Grandma Posey.  She gave three to each of her three children.  So my father made my mother's engagement ring out of his.  Years later Mother would split them up into birthday gifts for me. Very unique.

Stud

Couldn't find one of my diamond studs this morning, after taking Austin to school. It was a real "On the ground F5 tornado," while I tore all the couches apart, put them back together and there it was in the floor. Duration of event: about an hour.  

Speaking of studs, Austin is going to grow up to be a total stud.  No, he's not my biological child.  He's my baby though.  His little friends will pop up on Facebook asking where he is and if I know all there drama.  It is one of the funniest things I have ever experienced.  I've learned if you want to really get to a kid for doing wrong...take he/she out of communications.  Pull out an Atari, whatever.  Because when their crops start dying on Farmville. They're going to realize they are up shit creek and rotten tomatoes to eat.

I was drawn to Austin from the first day I laid eyes on him. It was so hot out, his Dad was helping put a new fence up, at my house.  I had lost a grandmother, and two dogs in 3 weeks.  I was just about to leave for Denver the day after the next.  I handed Austin's dad a cherry Kool-Aid pack, straw included.  I would later learn he likes cherry pretty good! When he is sick, I'm there and want to take it from him.  When he is upset or in TROUBLE, I'm there and want to take away or cause the pain, depending on the circumstances, he he he.  When he's done something wrong and it's time to take his cell, I'M THERE!  For the rest of my life, I have promised this child, I will make sure that his best interest comes first.  In the event that anything should ever happen, I will always be there.  I love him as my own.

Austin's mother passed away November 20, 2007.  Austin had just turned 10 years old.  He called her "Honey", because that is what he had always heard his dad call her, when they were married.  Since I became so close to David, Austin's father, I have taken to his child "like no other", as David describes the relationship.  It must be very hard to lose one of your parents at any point in your life, much less 10.  Though I think Austin deals with it best.  He continues to live, laugh and remembers his Honey.  I never knew her.  Though everyone could use to learn a lesson from her son.  He's too young to understand the lesson he's teaching just yet.

I've been checking out this blogspot. I can tell that I am going to get worse off on it than I did keeping my Myspace page up to date. There are many manic and obsessive bells and whistles on here that I can play with and import and decorate. It's going to get bad. I have to work night shift tonight.

  No telling what kind of a night I'll have.  You never can tell with 911. No telling what is on the other end of that phone. It could be some one's worst nightmare come true. Or someone that has nothing better do do. Interesting, enjoyable job, REALLY! It just takes a certain type of person.  I don't know what type, but apparently I slipped through the cracks.

Plus, am ready to continue my story. We've (me and mom) always said we were going to write a book some day. However we decided if it ever got published, they would shelf it has fiction...because nobody's going to believe this shit.

Blogstarts

I went to Denver August 8, 2008. 8-8-08. It was after putting in 4 years at a job I loved with a boss I loathed.  I didn't mind her actually, she just couldn't handle me.  Couldn't fathom I was just there to do the best job I could.  No intentions of eventually acquiring her job, at some point, as I was accused of many, many times. YAWN!  Hell, I was dispatching. I was telling police WHERE to go. That's good stuff.  I was the one MAKING the cop cars and rescue vehicles run coded to places. That call had come to me FIRST.  I was running the "mothership". 911 is what I was answering.  How could I want anymore responsibility than that?  I was in Heaven on Earth I loved my job. Then I had taken all I could take by the end of May 2008 when my grandmother Packer started to lose her second battle with cancer.  I decided, with the help from my mother,and the rest of my small though big family, I wasn't going to wait until I was 50 to say "F-Bomb you. This isn't right and here's what I'm going to do."  Hey it scored me the precious final days with my grandmother Packer. So precious.

All that happened next and led to 'The Mile High City', and all that came before that led to a career I love, which is now based in Bryant, will come popping onto something called a BLOG. Better than BLOW.