Wednesday, May 27, 2009


Those two words will bring Smith running to my rescue. It doesn't matter if he's in bed, bathroom, or work. (Yes, several years ago, before he was with the PD, I called him and cried, "KILL IT!!!!", into the phone.) I can run out of a room shrieking, and don't have to say anything, Smith knows what to do.

He will bravely grab some tissues, or a shoe, and is off to do battle and save me from a nasty eight legged beast. Yes, when it comes to spiders I am a girly-girl. Especially after the bite that gave me 2 inch pitting edema on my foot and made it hard to walk because of the pain.

And I secretly love it when Smith saves me from them.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A Happy LEO Story

After the Officer Down and budget cut stories I read on a police wives forum, this story was a nice change and I wanted to share.

A thunderbolt clapped Wednesday night, and Bear the police dog, apparently spooked by the noise, took off, leaping over a fence and into the night.

He wasn't seen again until Sunday morning, when a man walking to a hardware store spotted him near a cemetery on the border between Evergreen Park and Chicago.

Bear looked up and cocked his head quizzically, Howard Overton said. "I said, 'That looks like the dog on the news.' "

Overton flagged down a nearby police car, and a few minutes later, the officer tracked Bear down. A scan of the microchip in his neck confirmed his identity.

By midday, the 2 1/2 -year-old German shepherd was reunited with his handler, Canine Unit Officer Rick King. At a news conference Sunday afternoon, Bear, who panted happily as he soaked up the attention from reporters, appeared to have suffered few effects from his days away from home.

"He's a little shaggy and a little dirty," King said. "But otherwise, he seems fine."

King took Bear out into the backyard of his home in the 3800 block of West 109th Street about 10:30 p.m. during a break in Wednesday's thunderstorms to allow the dog to relieve himself.

Then, rolling thunder startled him, and he suddenly headed for the corner of the yard, where a neighbor's 5-foot wooden fence meets King's fence; climbed it; and disappeared.

King said he had slept about five hours since Bear vanished and had followed up calls of found dogs from as far north as Montrose Avenue.

"It's like your child. Animal lovers will know what I'm talking about," King said.

King said the dog was most likely hunting small animals in the wooded areas of the Far Southwest Side.

"He's a little hunter," he said.

McClatchy-Tribune News Service

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Words Of (Stolen) Wisdom

I shamelessly lifted these from Post Secret. I usually find a postcard there that touches on something I've been though. (Sometimes it's scary.) Here are some things that spoke to me, I hope they speak to you.

You can do anything. But not everything.

No matter how low you consider yourself, there is always someone looking up at you wishing they were that high.

The world is speaking to you every day. You just don't always know how to listen.

llegitimus non carborundum - don't let the bastards grind you down.

It''s okay to be afraid, but don't let that fear hold you back. Instead, have it push you forward, breaking through the barrier you thought was there.

Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.

The true test of your character will be in how you treat those you DO NOT have to be nice to.

Feel the pain. Let it engulf you. Then let it go.

Failure isn't falling down -- It's staying down.

The wisdom of Dr. Seuss will always ring true in life.
"Today you are you, that is truer than true. There will never be anyone youer than you."

Find something here to carry you through your day. I'd like to know what speaks to you.

Forgot To Let You Know

I passed my midterm. I didn't do as well as I'd hoped, but I got the 80% of better needed. I need to go back to the way I was doing things before the first midterm, and I'll probably do better on the final.

If I could get the kids to not launch into sibling warfare as soon as my books come out, I'll do really well for the rest of class.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Eating Disorder

I know someone, very dear to me, who has a problem. She eats, eats, and eats. Then she vomits...

And I'm usually the one who steps in it...

I'm going to rename my cat "Bulimia".

Friday, May 8, 2009


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I Think I Can, I Think I Can

I have my second midterm tomorrow in my Pharmacy Tech class. Ugh. I can't get any more into my brain. I am so tired.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

New Look

Yes, things have changed. Those in the know will understand the symbolism, those that don't can guess. I'll let you know if you're correct.

I'll get my goodies up and running soon. And post more soon. (At least I'll try!)

Monday, May 4, 2009

I'm Still Here, And Moving Down The Road

Yes, I am still alive, Smith would have let you know if I was gone, I'm sure. I've been busy with kids and class.

One thing I would like to get out is my disgust of boys in hot rods. Yes, sweetie, you do have a fast car. Yes, it is a sweet ride. If you could drive it, I'd be impressed. You see, just because you can go really fast in a straight line doesn't mean you can drive.

Driving is about reading the flow of traffic and being able figure out what the other cars are going to do. Driving is maneuvering through traffic, finding the holes that open up for a moment and give a chance to get away from the guy riding your tail. Or getting away from the woman in the Mercedes talking on her phone with the BMW on her tail because the Beemer can't drive either It's not about flying up on someone's rear bumper and riding a few feet from it. Anyone can do that.

I love maneuvering through traffic. Especially when I have some young punk in a Charger, Mustang, or some other "fast" car behind me. When I am able to spot a place where a hole is going to open up, wait for the right moment, make my move, and leave the guy behind it makes my day. When I see that guy stuck behind the person who was making me nuts because they were going 10 miles under the speed limit after he was riding my tail, I figure he got what he deserved.

But, when that guy had been following me throug the openings I saw, try to pass me and not be able to because he misread the flow and has to get back in behind me I have to say the feeling I have is pure smugness. What makes it even better is that I drive a minivan. Yes, it's a minivan, but I drive it.

So, do you go fast down the road, or do you drive?