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.
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