Sunday, March 22, 2009

Busted up Ankles and Fried What?

I have one good story to report on this week. A love triangle that's more screwed up than day time soaps. I like to call it the chain food fling. The worst thing about it are the scary people involved. The guy is cheating on his wife for about a year. He's a real winner; about 50 years old with a job at Sabarro's Pizza at the mall. His mistress is a 50 year old woman working at Cinnabon at the mall. His wife is a cook at TGI Fridays. They all look like they work harder than they should and they might be ten years older than they actually are; to much smoking or to much grease. Either way the dude gets discovered by his wife like two weeks ago. She kicks him out of the house as her initial reaction. He of course goes and stays with the other woman. Well his wife cools off; and rather than just divorcing this "stud" of man, she tells him he can't see this other woman. She knows that they work next to each other at the mall and lets him know that if she catches him with her hes in big trouble. Well guess what happens next? The wife makes a surprise visit and finds the two in the back hallway of the food court sitting and holding hands. She walks up starts beating him over the head. She drags him off when the mistress stands up and gets kicked in the head before she can get to her feet. The wife storms out to the parking lot with her husband and that's where we find them after the mistress called the police for getting kicked in the head. The guy won't tell us anything except that his wife said it was okay for him to talk to the woman as long as it was in public. The wife admits to smacking him around and hitting the other woman. The mistress doesn't want to press Class A assault charges because he doesn't want her to. So we arrest the wife for Class C Assault because according to the state of Texas we have to make an arrest if a primary aggressor can be determined in cases of Family Violence. The wife cooperates fully and the husband won't give a statement or do a thing to help. He is by far one of the more pathetic individuals I've ever ran into. So we take a statement from the mistress about how he was smacked around and a recording of the wife admitting to hitting him and she goes to jail for the night. It was one messed up situation.

I think I have a new pole question that will be up shortly. I'll go ahead an give my opinion because this is a sort of life question. At what point do you call the police to help you discipline your child? The answers will vary from small issues to horrendous situations to when I'm tired of being a real parent. I say only if they kill someone. At no point should anyone else be involved in your family. The police have no business in raising my children. The school has no business in raising my children. My children will be raised by myself, my wife, and our family and friends. They will learn discipline and morals and ethics from us, not from the state. I couldn't imagine admitting defeat worse than having to call the cops to handle my kid. Or blaming the system for not raising my kid properly. Do people really have that little self respect to openly admit those things? I wouldn't be able to look myself in the mirror and call myself a parent. I would love to do a study on this topic some day. Find out parental opinions and the solutions they want. I'd like to arrest them for wasting my time. I'd like to beat some sense into the parents for having such little control over their lives. I know parenting will be a difficult task and dealing with teenagers may be the greatest challenge I'll ever face. But I just can't imagine calling 911 and requesting help. I don't know anyone who says their parents ever did that when we were kids or they were kids. That was completely unheard of.

In other news, I sprained my ankle while at work Tuesday night. I would love to say it was while I was chasing down a perp and it happened as I leaped over a fence and tackled the guy, but sadly I can't. We get paid to work out 3 hours a week and I was playing basketball with my FTO and I rolled my left ankle. Apparently I can't drive to my left like I used to be able to and running shoes are poor for ankle support. So my week was spent sitting on my ass getting taken care of by my lovely wife.

I was fortunate enough to be able to walk on it again on Saturday long enough to enjoy a bit of carnival at the rodeo. Next year I have to see the actual rodeo. It was a lot of fun though. I had a giant turkey leg and roasted corn for dinner washed down with a yard of margarita. Then we met a few friends after the nightly concert and split a bottle of wine from the wine garden. But we couldn't leave without enjoying some Texas Desert. It is a well known fact that fairs and carnivals in Texas have to include a bunch of fried foods. Well you would never guess what we had. We ordered four fried deserts on a stick. The first was fried cheesecake, then fried cookie dough, then fried snickers, and finally a fried Twinkie. I know what your thinking; how the hell could you eat that much fried food and why on earth would you put those things on a stick, cover them in batter, and deep fry them? Because they are so tasty!! The Cookie Dough was one of the best tasting deserts I've ever had. The Cheesecake was to die for and had I eaten enough of it, it may have resulted in death. The Twinkie was kind of dry and was the least favorite and the snickers was pretty good. It really makes us want to get a deep fryer and try other favorite foods fried and on a stick. I never would have thought a concept like a corn dog could be turned into fried desert. I feel like I need a salad for a few meals to make up for those treats. A good system cleaning is in order.

So lets hope my ankle gets better so I can go back to training. I really don't want to get behind right now. Everyone cross your fingers the doctor clears me. Another week of recovery is going to be really boring.

Monday, March 9, 2009

I remember telling myself that when I started this site that I would keep up with it. It's been over a week since my last post. Going to be hard to keep people interested in my life if I don't ever give them an update. These darn 10 hour shifts are playing hell on me. As much as I enjoy three days off a week, the lack of free time on a daily basis is totally ruining me. Makes me remember why I hated having to work overtime. The stomach flu doesn't help much either. Wednesday was one of my most miserable sick days I can remember in a long time.

I've learned so much in the last week. We haven't been really busy, and I'm almost ashamed of that. I haven't done a whole lot at work lately. A lot of different things. A lot of emotional things. I went to two calls this week with very frightened and very sad parents. One 17 year old died from sickle cell anemia. It wasn't that hard to be around because I can easily rationalize that situation. The doctors told the mother she would be lucky if he lived past 5. We called the doctor who treated him and before we told him what was going on he knew who it was. I feel bad for the parents for their loss. The other call this poor woman accidentally ran over a 6 year old. She stopped to let the kids out of the street and one kid ran back for a ball or something between two cars right in front of her. He's okay now. The craziest thing about that whole ordeal was when he punched one of the firefighters working on him in the face for touching his cut up ear. Then the kid asked one of the other guys what he was laughing at. The weird thing was the mother was either in shock, on drugs, or just indifferent. The lady who hit the kid was falling apart more than the mom. Next time I need to get more updates from the rescue crews so I can stop the imaginations from running wild. I didn't know the status of the kid until we got to the hospital and all we could tell the poor lady was that at least hes screaming at the top of his lungs. Both those situations were very emotional. I kept my cool better than I thought I would. At least I kept it hidden better than I thought I would. I've never felt so afraid for someone in my life than I did for that woman who hit that kid.

That was really all of the more than "usual" calls I did since I commented last. This week was really slow and really boring. I started to have problems with my FTO last weekend. I didn't make him aware of them so I can't blame him for anything, but there really is nothing more annoying than coming to work with a guy training you and he starts the day by saying he doesn't want to be at work. That really didn't set a good tone for the rest of the day. So the whole 4 day work week last weekend was really a waste. Its over now and I move onto a new FTO and I'll start trying to figure out his was of doing things. The real problem is that I'm in the mall district again. There isn't much going on there and not enough exposure to different things. I feel like a glorified security guard working there.

So my days off this week were mixed. On the plus side I saw The Watchmen. I thought it was all it was cracked up to be. One hell of a movie; cool action, amazing cinematography, great story, engaging characters. Some interesting plot twists. It certainly makes me want to go buy the comic to get the full picture. If you want a good review go to my bros review. Between him and his friends they have some good stuff. I don't see how you couldn't enjoy the movie. Other than the length of it, because it did seem to drag for a few moments, it was a great movie. On the down side of my days off I was sick as a dog Wednesday. Stuff flying out both ends all morning long starting at 2AM. Then I got a fever. I'm still uncertain of what was wrong with me. it all seems gone now. I haven't been that sick since high school freshman year. Ten years ago was the last time I got sick that it made me throw up ( other than alcohol related ). That's a good track record. I'm so lucky I'm so healthy. So that's how I spent my days off.

Now I have Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off and nothing much is going on. A baby shower and a wedding yesterday. Lots of fun. people I don't really even know that Amanda has known for a long time or knew from high school. It really is a punch in the face to my age when I go to a baby shower and a wedding in one day. I'm that freakin old that there almost wasn't anything unusual about it. Especially when I'm attending it with my wife that I've been married to for a year and a half. Those baby showers could very easily be us. And by the way, why in hell do babies wear cloths? This mother to be got like fifty different baby onesies. The other mothers at the thing were like because you have to change a kids cloths like 4 times a day from all the puke and stuff that gets on them. That's outrageous. We decided the baby gets an all plastic room to play in with no diapers or cloths and a hose down everyday. It'll save on the laundry and diaper bill.

So that's that for the time I haven't been posting at all. I swear I'll keep up better. This post was suppose to be done Wednesday but then I didn't get off the toilet or off the couch long enough to do anything but see a doctor. I hope my stories aren't too much. Let me know and I'll cut back on the depressing.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

1 Down 10 To Go

I finished with my first FTO (training officer). He believes I'll make a good cop. That is yet to be determined by myself but I think I'll have what it takes. Amazingly enough my biggest problem is communicating with people. The FTO I started with today is probably going to correct any problems I have in that department. He put it as simple as it gets; enjoy your job and have fun with your job and everything that goes along with it will be easy. And he's right. As long as I don't get to serious and start yapping away all will go well. I need to find a giant nut cracker to get me out of my freakin shell. All in good time hopefully. Or it's sure to be a long 20 weeks.