tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5797182222827573492012-02-16T06:45:21.675-05:00Ms. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05244399372862405341noreply@blogger.comBlogger761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579718222282757349.post-13875147682616563692009-01-18T17:40:00.014-05:002009-01-18T19:57:35.553-05:00

This exercise came from Cedarflame and I thought it would be fun to do. Cedar asks the questions and I try to answer the questions that she has posed. 1. I am pleased you asked to do this for a number of reasons. One of the reasons concerns a conversation I had today with a total stranger about teachers while getting my oil changed. The person said they thought teaching was a calling, more than

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You Are a Yellow CrayonYour world is colored with happy, warm, fun colors.You have a thoughtful and wise way about you. Some people might even consider you a genius.Charming and eloquent, you are able to get people to do things your way.While you seem spontaneous and free wheeling, you are calculating to the extreme.Your color wheel opposite is purple. You both are charismatic leaders, but purple

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test

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My family has always been avid campers. Granddaddy retired after my grandmom died. She did not like to travel. He had always wanted to see the country. So when my grandfather remarried, they bought a motor home and started traveling. They were voted King and Queen of some national camping association when he was well in his 70’s. They traveled to most of the continental USA including Alaska and

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10 years ago today!

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I got back from Seattle, school started, and bam ...no time for anything but lesson plans and grading papers! I do not even have the time to read other posts but once or twice a week. The last time the yard got mowed...I had to pay someone to do it. I LIKE mowing the yard so that sucked!I have gotten to do a few interesting things since school started.Sharon and I took a couple of friends on a

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"INTJs are natural leaders, although they usually choose to remain in the background until they see a real need to take over the lead. When they are in leadership roles, they are quite effective, because they are able to objectively see the reality of a situation, and are adaptable enough to change things which aren't working well. They are the supreme strategists - always scanning available

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Stolen from Cedarflame:In 1960 (the year you were born)Dwight Eisenhower is president of the USSit-ins being after 4 black college students in North Carolina refuse to move from a deli counter when denied serviceA U-2 reconnaissance plane belonging to the US is shot down in the Soviet UnionHurricane "Donna" strikes the East Coast causing over 100 deaths in the US and the AntillesJohn F. Kennedy

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Today after church, we planned to go to Point Duck to watch the finals of the Timbersports. We watched the quarter finals yesterday and had a hoot. We met up with my mom, step-niece, and her daughter (What would that be….step great niece or something?) to go to eat prior to going to the Duck.I was driving my mother’s van with mom and SGN in tow and Sharon was driving my car accompanied by my step

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A friend of mine had to have the ol' female surgery and is recovering at home. Today, I got home from moving more of my mom's shit and got the following E mail:Well, it has been 3 weeks since surgery. I feel fine and dandy. I tend to be a little slugish and need a afternoon nappy each day. I had a hormone patch the first week and lost a box so I decided to go without and see if I really

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Shamelessly stolen from CedarFlame.$4725.00The Cadaver Calculator - Find out how much your body is worthMingle2 - Online Dating

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Yesterday, I called my 79 year old mom on the way home from my workout.Me: Hi mom. I am on the way home, do you need anything?Mom: [very winded] No, I guess that I am ok.Me: Why are you so winded? What have you been doing while I was gone?Mom: I pulled some weeds in the garden and then I swept off the patio. It was really dirty after that little rain so I got out the blower and gave it a blow

Ms. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05244399372862405341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579718222282757349.post-71867819966467193132007-05-30T09:16:00.000-04:002007-05-30T20:12:41.898-04:00

We rented one of these on vacation a couple of years ago and I have been wanting one since then.Curtains please! It even came with a toaster oven .... for recruiting purposes!

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I have not had a car payment since 1997 so after much soul searching and saving...I bought me a new ride!

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Today, we had a little sad excitement at school. It is exam week. The students take two exams each day and then they leave at noon. The second exam today was during my planning period so I was in my room packing up stuff for the summer. It was nice and quiet in my room and the hallway when I heard the teacher across the hall say, “There is a deer in the courtyard.” I started toward my door when I

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No more teaching days this school year! Four half days with kids, lots of packing and cleaning, and I am free! As a preface, I need to say that I NEVER touch my students. I am very careful to keep that adult / student space between us or that zone acquired as police officer. Today, these incidents occurred completely outside of my control:Today the Seniors had Baccalaurate practice. It is our

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Your results:You are Spider-ManSpider-Man 65%The Flash 60%Green Lantern 60%Superman 55%Iron Man 55%Supergirl 40%Robin 40%Catwoman 35%Hulk 25%Batman 20%Wonder Woman 20%You are intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility.Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz

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I'm a Ford Mustang!You're an American classic -- fast, strong, and bold. You're not snobby or pretentious, but you have what it takes to give anyone a run for their money."Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.I'm a Mandarin!You're an intellectual, and you've worked hard to get where you are now. You're a strong believer in education, and you think many of the world's problems could be solved

Ms. Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05244399372862405341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-579718222282757349.post-6161844418204715302007-05-12T20:30:00.000-04:002007-05-12T20:32:58.264-04:00

Color me graduated! We just got home from Tuscaloosa. I can now join The University of Alabama's alumni association ...not bad for an Auburn fan.

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Nine more teaching days...4 days of exams...and one teacher work day. Thirteen is such a lucky number and exam answers are scantron! I have every paper graded and recorded in our computerized gradebook. So run a few scantron sheets, enter a few exam grades and push a couple of buttons...viola...the end of the 06/07 school year!

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I did not blog about this but I have had a run of incidents in my classroom of late. A couple of weeks ago, one of my 9th graders started skipping my 7th period class ….. every day. Long story short, when she was called to the office and confronted about the skipping, she had a valid reason. She didn’t like me! Oh darn…loss of sleep over that one!Assistant Principal: Can you tell Ms A why you

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Today, I was doing my duty between classes watching students in the hall. Two young men were headed south and a young man was headed north. The two headed south reached where the hall splits and gave each other a quick hug like girls do all the time. The kid that was northbound saw it and made a comment to himself as he passed me. It was in a nonjudgemental deadpad voice, kind of a reflection. He

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One night on 3rd shift, I was dispatched to an alarm call at the alternative school. I arrived about the same time as TL and we started out in opposite directions shaking doors and checking windows. Just to the north of the front ramp, TL found a broken window at ground level. A jacket and a hammer had been left on the ground and a small amount of blood was on the broken glass.We called for

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In the early 70’s, our country went through a recession. My dad was one of the casualties. He lost his job and was unemployed for three years. My mom taught in a private school so money went from tight to non-existent. I can remember many times that my parents had a difficult time scraping $125 together to pay the mortgage on our house. We grew most of what we ate and felt very lucky when there

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A young lady female student wore a shirt today with two hugh icecream cones prominently displayed atop her unnaturally prolific cleavage. It read, "Lick 'em, Don't Bite Um." My question is....how did she make it until 4th period before someone actually noticed?A month or so ago, I stopped a student in the hall shortly after 2 PM wearing a shirt with 5" red letters reading, "What the Fuck?" Is

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KG: Why have so many parents been up to school today?SM: They have been coming in droves trying to talk to counselors about their kid's next year's schedule.KG: You would think that they would dress more appropriate. They are wearing stuff that we would send their kid to ISS for.SM: You should have seen this one parent that came in today! The end of her nose looked like a penis. I could not look

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It is done! I just E-mailed it to my advisor and barring any complications, I will print it and mail it tomorrow. Can you say relief and elation? That's a big 10-4!I will soon be 10-42, signing off for the shift, on grad school.

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After school the other day, I stopped in an old haunt, i.e. convenience store, to shoot the shit with some friends. The Krispy Kreme guy was there putting nice fresh donuts in the display case. They looked so good and seeing that mystery meat had been served in the cafeteria at school, I had resisted the temptation to eat. Two of my friends in blue were there hanging out and they proceeded to

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Sorry that I haven’t been around for a few days. I am trying to put the finishing touches on my thesis so that I can graduate on May 12 as scheduled. Some things have been interfering in my concentration and sending my stress level through the roof.My mom has been occupying a great deal of time helping her get her utilities turned on in her new house, find a plumber, tile, etc. to remodel her

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Greetings to all my readers! Wear green today in celebration of my birthday! I have never been able to figure out how I became so famous that people in many countries celebrate my special day and why green is the color of choice. I was just a wee little thing when all of this started so I didn't have much say in it all. I do like the parades and I like that others drink green beer although I

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When I got divorced, I moved into a very small (600 sq. ft. or less) apartment in the town where I worked. I got free rent for being security for the complex. The apartment was upstairs with a small balcony off the living area. The building sat at the bottom of a small hill. There was a large grassy area behind it and more apartment buildings at the top of the hill. The apartment beside me was a

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My soon to be 79 year old mom fell and broke her shoulder last summer while she was visiting my cousin in Seattle. It was her right shoulder and she is right handed. Although, she has recovered, she has lost a great deal of use of her arm and hand. She is a very independent control freak but even she has admitted that she can no longer take care of her 4 acre yard full of flowers and a garden. So

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One of the shit jobs that rolls around at the police department from time to time is working the front desk. It is a most hated job because you would stay incredibly busy and you are stuck inside for an entire shift. You sit at a desk separated from the public by bullet proof glass so that you can take reports and or complaints from walk-ins, and fill out the paperwork for bonds. There is a phone

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During that time that the city was dry, I sometimes got a break from riding with Santa’s Helper. One such night, I got partnered up with Mike H. Mike was a couple of years older than me and like me was divorced. Unlike me, who was once divorced, Mike H. was on his fourth divorce. He had a steady girlfriend at the time and he told me that he wanted me to meet her.I really liked Mike H. but he had

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Before the advent of the mega convenience stores, we had several little mom and pop grocery stores. One sat on the southeast corner of the intersection of a major highway and the road that went to the local hospital. It was a small long narrow building that had about five parking spaces out front. Nestled up beside the store was a very small, second generation Mackey Dees. The owner of the store

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The second year that I was a teacher, a large majority of the student body knew me as a police officer. I had been a DARE officer in many of their elementary schools; all of their middle schools; and a few of their 10th grade health classes. Kids were still asking me if I was working undercover in the school. I had arrested a few of them and many of their relatives. I had a reputation of being

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1. I will not sit with my back to the door of a restaurant unless I am eating with other officers. Then, I verbally tell them that they have my back. 2. I am overly cautious about anything with an account number on it. I shred it all and till it in my garden.3. I have dead bolts in all my doors and the doors with glass can’t have a thumb lock. They must lock with a key only.4. I don't put my

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Back when I was still riding with Santa’s Helper, our city was dry [no legal alcohol sales]. The joke was that we were the wettest dry city around. We had several dance clubs that sold mixers and they would be packed on the weekends. One in particular was in a little strip mall that was a great challenge. It sat on a triangular piece of property that was bordered by city streets. On the south

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Blogger wouldn't let me sign on and post yesterday, sorry guys.

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When I first became a teacher, I inherited my classroom from a pack rat. I am surprised that the room wasn't overrun with roaches and rats because of all the paper that she had stacked everywhere. I also inherited an overhead projector cart that was so low that I had to sit to use it. Math teachers use the overhead all day long every day! Our hands are usually stained from the markers by the end

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When I first started teaching, there was a science teacher, PT, who was a walking party. She was in her early 30's, very thin, and always dressed in black. She had long dark hair so it was a good color for her. She had a piercing laugh that you could hear down the hall. She was married and had two boys, one was a high school student and the other was in elementary school. I was told that she was

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Yesterday, I was traveling back from the high school basketball sub state playoffs when I got stopped by a traffic light. A truck pulled up beside me. It had loud mufflers, glass packs I believe they call them, so I looked over at the truck. It was a maroon Chevy pickup. It sported very large mudder tires and you would need a step ladder to get in the thing. The driver was white, in his twenties,

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If you haven't read Parts 1 and 2 yet, please do so.We went screaming out from around the back of the hotel in that POS van hoping to see the bad guy’s car. No such luck! They had gotten on the highway and lost us. Fuck! I am thinking, what the hell have I gotten myself into? I have been a narc for less that 8 hours and I have been in a shooting incident, participated in a screwed up buy-bust,

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If you haven't read Part 1 yet, please do so.Everything was set and we got the call that the bad guy would be at the meet in about an hour. We all headed out and started loading into the van. BP got behind the wheel with JH riding shotgun. The rest of us got into the back…you know, where there is no place to sit and there are metal posts sticking up in the air. The shag carpet was so nasty that

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In order to understand the full magnitude of this story, I must set the stage and introduce you to the players. Anyone who watches TV knows that police officers work undercover and try to purchase drugs from dealers. It is called a buy-bust. Police officers also pretend to be dealers so that they can sell quantity of drugs to potential buyers and then arrest them for the purchase. That process is

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On the banks of the river in the city where I worked is a high rise complex for older people. Its not quite assisted living or a nursing home but they do have a staff to take care of the residents. The building has 13 floors and each apartment has a balcony. Between the river and the building is a park and some railroad tracks.Years ago, the park was nothing more than splotchy grass with a gazebo

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I was assigned to second shift and was still in training with Santa's Helper. The town was obviously divided along racial lines at that time. There was this one housing area that was so bad that we referred to it as ‘Little Vietnam.’ That was a pretty strong label since the men that named it actually served in Vietnam. We only had three or four cars on patrol per shift then and it was SOP that if

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My good friend, Cedar, called last night and requested that I tell the following story:Toward the end of my career, I was given the responsibility of being in charge of a group of men whose assignment was to get in the face of the criminal element without crossing the line of legality. There were 5 of us in the unit. John G was in his mid-twenties, he is about 6’3,” slim, and muscular. Single and

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I have decided that it's way past time to start working out again! It isn't like I don't know what to do, I am just having difficulty making myself get into the habit. One of my friends is a personal trainer so I called her to get her to help me get started. Friday was my second visit. It was a leg day and I am very sure that I will be paying for it by Sunday. As I was leaving, my friend, LN, got

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Yesterday morning, I had several students come to school early for make up tests, tutoring, and to finish a computer exercise. I unlocked the lab and went back to my classroom to help the other students. The bell rang for students to report to 1st period. Just as the tardy bell rang, I walked down the hall to the math lab. I looked inside, shut off the lights, and locked the door. I went back to

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All the female teachers in the math department along with a few other women eat together everyday in a very small teacher's lounge. We have been eating lunch together for several years and are territorial about our seating arrangement. I always sit beside my friend, KG, who was an engineer before becoming a teacher. Most of the women have never worked anywhere but within a school setting. KG and

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One night, Santa’s Helper was riding with Dennis T. They were assigned to the northwest and got a call to a shot house in a dilapidated part of town. It was a disturbance call between the man that ran a shot house and one of our less mentally stable residents. Seems like Iona was pissed because he wouldn’t sell to her on credit so she was causing a fuss running off his other customers. By the

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When I was 20 and newly married, I lived in Huntsville. I drove a '66 Ford Mustang that I bought for $600 when I was 16. I loved that car! It was a faded pale yellow with a black vinyl top. It had an AM/FM radio with a cassette player and Jenson 6x9 speakers! Behind the driver's seat, the floorboard had rusted through. If you were riding in the back, you could watch the street fly by. The doors

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When I was working second shift and still assigned to Santa’s Helper, we were assigned to the SE side of town frequently. There was an older house that had been converted into a Haberdashery, a fine men’s clothing store. A ditch ran between the back of the store and a strip mall. A thicket of woods was on three sides. Neither other houses nor businesses were in sight of the store. Because it was

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I just want to interject here that if I wanted to just HEAR what was going on in a movie/ TV show, I would read a book or listen to an audio book! I am so tired of trying to watch something and they have the "mood" lighting or lack thereof so dark that I feel like I am going blind! I cannot see a thing. It is happening on TV and movies more and more often! I hate it!

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On a rare occasion, cold meets wet in my part of the world causing a glazing of ice on everything. Trees fall, power lines break, and overpasses become a ride that some would stand in line for at 6 Fl*gs. The south is not prepared to handle any kind of frozen precipitation nor are the citizens trained to drive on it. Basically, the town shuts down till everything thaws. On one such day, I was

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On the west side of town, just south of the intersection of our two major U.S. highways, Norfolk Southern has a rail line that crosses all four lanes and the median. They have crossing arms there now, but up until about 10 years ago, the engineer would stop the train and the conductor would get off. He would walk across the highway, placing flares about every 10 feet on both sides of the track.

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I had the TV on this morning as I was getting ready for work and saw the new Civic commercial where the woman was speeding to meet a friend and got pulled over by an officer. She tries to get all sexy before the officer gets to her window and says “show time” to herself. The officer turns out to be a woman. I started laughing so hard. It reminded me of the following incident.I had been working at

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A guy goes to the supermarket and notices a beautiful woman wave at him and say hello. He's rather taken aback, because he can't place where he knows her from.So he says, "Do you know me?"To which she replies, "I think you're the father of one of my kids."Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, "My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor

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A friend of my serving in Iraq sent this to me, you might have seen it already.I thought that there was nothing worse than wearing a vest under polyester in the humid heat of an Alabama summer but I might have to rethink that. I am a scuba diver so I can relate to the time delays.Just read:"I LOVE MY JOB . . . . . .If you don't laugh out loud after you read this you are in a coma!This is even

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A drunk is driving through the city and his car is weaving violently all over the road. A cop pulls him over and asks, "Where have you been?""I've been to the pub," slurs the drunk."Well," says the cop, "it looks like you've had quite a few.""I did alright," the drunk says with a smile."Did you know," says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms, thata few intersections back, your wife

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In the town I worked, we have three major U.S. Highways. Two of them are at right angles to each other in the northeast part of town by the river. They go west and south respectively. At the south side of town, the third enters from the east and arcs out in a “c” shape curving until it meets the westbound one on the northwestern side of the city. These are all 4 lane roads with double turn lanes

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I borrowed this from Sassy FemmeI think it is pretty accurate so does SharonStability results were high which suggests you are very relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.. Orderliness results were medium which suggests you are moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun. Extraversion results were medium which suggests you are moderately

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Sharon and I were at a local campground visiting my mom and her husband. It was early spring and we had planned to go bike riding on the trails while we were there. I was assigned to Investigations at that time and was on call. On call meant that I had to be ready to report to duty within 20 minutes if I was paged. We had just finished unloading the bikes when my pager went off. I went to the

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Today, I found out that my eye doctor is the hospital and might not live. She may be 35 years old and has a kid that is about a year at most. She is a great doctor and a nice woman. She is a diabetic and got the stomach flu. The flu made her vomit uncontrollably for days which caused dehydration. The dehydration affected her diabetes. The screwed up blood sugar screwed up her kidneys. Her kidneys

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About 2AM one morning, I got dispatched to a house on a cul-de-sac. A woman was sitting in a van in the driveway crying. When I approached to see what was going on, I realized that I knew the woman. She worked for the city in another department. She was mortified that I was the officer because we knew each other. After much prodding, she tells me that her husband got laid off and he was mad

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One of the things that I missed most when I left police work was the ritual. When you perform the ritual depended on what shift you worked. On day shift, most of it was done the night before. On second shift, you did it prior to going to work. On third shift, it was done upon awakening. It represented a cleansing and a readiness, a mind set to me.I would get my boots, Rocky 911's, and wash the

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61. Cedar saved my sanity over the phone one very lonely New Years Eve when I thought my world was falling apart.62. Cedar asked me to meet a friend, Carey,that was coming my way on business. I am so truly blessed that she did.63. After knowing and being very good friends with Cedar for years, I had no idea what she looked like until Carey showed me a picture.64. I know Cedar's real name, and

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When I was a Sgt. in property crimes, we get a call from a neighboring PD saying that a moving van full of lumber had been stopped in their city. The officer noticed the van because it was so loaded down that when it hit a bump, sparks would fly out from under it. The driver and his passenger were really nervous so the officer began asking questions. To make a long story a little shorter, said

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I was patrolling the Avenues one afternoon when I got a call of a domestic. The Avenues consist of several blocks of houses that were built in the 40's and 50's. It was an upscale neighborhood at that time. The houses are of the Craftsman or Cottage style with big covered porches. Over the years, a local slumlord has slowly been buying up houses so it has become a pretty rough place. There are

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The city where I worked sits on a large river. Part of the shoreline is designated as a nature preserve. Farmers lease part of the reserve to plant their crops. The rest is thick woods and backwaters teaming with wildlife. On the east side of town, there is a really nice neighborhood nestled in the woods that backs up to the nature preserve. A gravel road separates the lots from the preserve and

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Read this post first.The detectives arrived and decided that I needed to go in the ambulance with the mother. In some ways, I am glad. I didn’t have to disturb the girl’s body so when I see her in my nightmares, she is surrounded in the peaceful setting in which I found her. I did not have to help put her in a body bag. In other ways, it insulted me to be shipped off with the mom who at the time

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It was a beautiful spring morning, the air still cool with a warm soft breeze. Birds were singing as the sun began to rise. There were not very many people out yet. The radio had been quiet until the silence was broken by the dispatcher, “Bravo two six, be ten eight-four to 1619 Johnson Street S.E. for an unknown medical emergency, code three.”I flipped on the lights and siren and accelerated

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1. I should have been an architect, had a chance and blew it.2. I went to college the first time to be an engineer.3. I played volleyball in high school and was pretty good.4. I went to college on a rowing scholarship even though I had never rowed.5. I was an ATO little sister and didn't sleep with any of them.6. I once had a job selling cameras and film.7. I was a department manager in a retail

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Back in the day, we rode “two man” units and Roland C. was assigned to me for a period of time. Roland was a transplant from somewhere up north and was not used to working (communicating) with a partner. We were assigned to the deep southwest part of the city and jurisdiction which at that time was farms, woods, and a spattering of houses and a sprinkling of mobile homes. All of the dwellings

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My blob friend, Syd, suggested that I should start a blog to share some of my "stories" from my former and current life. So, here goes.....There once was a wino who was missing his right arm. We called him "One Arm Dotson." His girlfriend was a skinny woman that had lost her vision. We referred to her as "Blind Mary." They hung out with several other winos in town. They slept in abandoned houses,

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