Thursday, September 30, 2010

Happy Heart Attack Day

Eleven years ago today, my brother had a heart attack. I've posted about it before. He was 23 years old and the picture of health.

It changed my life and it changed my appreciation of family.

So, every year on this day I send him a note saying, "Happy heart attack day. I'm so glad you're still alive."

He sends me one back that says, "Thanks :) I'm enjoying being alive. Being alive is good."

Monday, September 27, 2010

Fantastic Reading

A website I enjoy reading regularly is I found this guest post from Sean Platt at and thought I'd share. It was an excellent reminder and came at just the right time for me. Hope you enjoy.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Finally Good News

My husband's case (see previous posts) has been a horrible, painful, long, exhausting, expensive ordeal spanning several years now. Finally... FINALLY a bit of good news. We just received word that his case is changing the way ALL police officers in our state are being managed when it comes to any sort of complaint or challenge to their license. We also learned that our state is NOT seeking revocation or termination of his license.

I cannot go into too much detail yet, but can tell you that my whole life just changed in one phone call. I am still a huge ball of emotion, but will post more on this when I can.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Nothing Really Interesting

If you're like me, you had to stop and see what is not so interesting. Nice.

Today hubs was walking behind me and he asked, "Where'd your ass go?" (referring to the weight I've lost). To this I replied, "He's walking right behind me." That made him laugh hysterically. Score.

I'm glad it's fall. I hate the heat and where I live (in the buckle of the bible belt) it gets Africa hot in the summer. So, I don't mind the cold, damp, dreary rain. In fact, I love it. Reminds me of Ireland. The best place on earth - just my opinion.

Anyway, Hubs has been working so much I feel like I've hardly seen him. An idiot called in sick over Labor day so hubs had to work a 12.5 hour shift and then only got a 4 hour break before next shift. Then he had short change over, etc. The usual, hellish routine of a LEO I suppose. What does it mean when you start to get used to this crap?

In other not so interesting news, I found it funny the other night when my phone rang really late. Turned out to be my bro. He accidentally bumped his phone in the middle of an arrest and it called me. I kept saying "hello, hello" and then realized what must have happened. This is what I heard:

"Son, what's your mama's phone number"
"My momma ain't got no phone"
(sound of car door closing, followed by another car door opening)

"Son, what's your auntie's phone number"
"Thank you"

(another car door opens)
"Well son, turns out your momma's got a phone sure enough. And guess what? I'VE GOT HER PHONE NUMBER."

It was hilarious. Couldn't have been more entertaining.. I heard him say to himself, "Ah these idiots."

I hung up and called him later to tell him what happened. We had a good time laughing about it all. Fun times.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

I'm Alive

I've just been really wrapped up in self-loathing. Better now. I took it as a sign of old age when the doc handed me a script for fertility drugs. Yikes. Anyway, perhaps I'll go on that adventure next month. Not really up for the "Clomid Crazies" right now. Insulin resistance sucks. Ok, enough about that.

Tale from the jail for you:
"I'm straight diabetic" -Prisoner
"Are you type I or type II?" -Jailer
"I'm just STRAIGHT diabetic" -Prisoner
"What do you mean by 'straight' diabetic?" -Jailer
"I need them INSULATION shots" -Prisoner

That was followed by all of the inmates arguing about which one of the Jackson brothers is the oldest, and whether or not they have Burger King in Saudi Arabia. This came up because one of inmates was claiming to be a muslim and said he spent time "over there" and that they also have Denny's - where you can order a grand slam WITH all the meat.

Good Lord. That's the future of America.