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.