Thursday, September 22, 2011

Pet Rock

LG loves to pick out rocks in Grandma and Grandpa's backyard...


He's a very selective rock-picker-outer and only the best make the cut.  In fact, Grandpa tries to help LG pick out the shiniest and prettiest rocks...





But those suggestions often get thrown in the reject pile...


These two guys also like to go on long walks...



Unless the grass is cold and wet...


In that case, LG won't set his tender little tootsies on the lawn...


What a DIVO! 

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Thursday, September 15, 2011

Cuddling and Dog Dancing

Sometimes there's nothing quite like curling up with a good book YouTube video.  At least, that's what LG likes to do.  The videos of choice?  Dogs.  Anything and everything having to do with dogs.  Dogs playing with toys.  Dogs doing tricks.  Dogs sleeping.  Dogs sneezing.  And more recently...dog dancing competitions.  Did you know that there are competitions out there where people dress themselves and their dogs in coordinating outfits and choreograph a dance together?  Silly.
   

 And my reaction witnessing my first dog-dancing competition...


Oh, and try not to be jealous of how amazing I always look...not a hair out of  place and makeup always perfect.  I know, I know...it's not fair.  'Tis a glamorous life I lead.


Linking up with Emily:



Friday, September 9, 2011

2 Months Later...

We're finally finished with our laundry room/entryway update.  And it felt like it took a lot longer than 2 months (and four days to be exact)!  What started out as a quick weekend paint job turned into a project that dragged on and on and on...'tis the story of our life (in this house).
But, it is now finished and much more organized and functional.  The Gumshoe household lacks a coat closet, so we were constantly tripping over shoes, bags, coats, vacuums, dog toys, etc.  So my main goal was to ensure that our laundry room, which is right off the entryway, had every inch utilized as well as possible.

Here are the entryway results:

Same table, we just painted it and added new hardware
Gotta keep the crocs!  Besides, they provide shoe storage :)

On to the laundry room:

Extra shoe storage, a place to park the vacuum and best of all...a coat rack hand-made by my father in law!
Another spot to hang our stick-vacs and swiffer.  They used to be piled in a corner.
A cute little corner to hang purses, backpacks, keys, etc.
Now you see it...
Now you don't
And new flooring, too:

Yay!
But no rest for the weary...now we're on to the main staircase: 

And what I estimate will take a week...will probably be done in another 2 months.  Can you believe I actually estimated that the house would be done by Halloween?  I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry!  :)

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Respect

Can I get on my soapbox for just a minute?
I usually don't comment on this sort of thing because I like to keep this space lighthearted and sweetly sarcastic (is that an oxymoron?).  And besides, disrespect just kinda goes with the territory of being a police officer.  But sometimes I get defensive for my Gumshoe and need to vent!

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I love this picture.  Many of the detectives in Gumshoe's department have this picture in their cubicles.  This iconic Norman Rockwell of a police officer and a runaway boy conjures up notions of respect, safety, pride and trust among other things.  But do these feelings even exist among the general population anymore regarding their city's police officers?

Gumshoe had to work this weekend.  He got up on Saturday morning at 5am in order to make it to work by 6 so that he could direct traffic at an event. I was asleep and we didn't get to say goodbye in person. Instead, Gumshoe called a little later to say “hi” and “I love you”, but when we got off the phone I had that pit in my stomach. That feeling I sometimes get, although rare, where I think: “Is this the last time I'm going to hear his voice?”

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Okay, so it was a Shriner's parade. Not the most dangerous event, unless Gumshoe were to get hit in the shins by a tiny car...but sometimes that feeling just hits me.

During the course of the day, the mercury crept up as it got hotter and hotter.  Gumshoe was in his black uniform and Kevlar vest with all his gear on.  His back hurt, his neck hurt, his hips even hurt from his utility belt.  He was hot, sweaty, and tired.  There was another officer bringing water to the guys along the parade route, but Gumshoe was at the end of the route and the water only got to him once during his 8 hour shift.

The roads were very clearly marked with 6'x6' signs in 3 different areas "closed", but car after car continued to roll up and ask in snotty tones "can't I get through?"  Ummm...no.  You're not special.  You cannot go through.  Gumshoe (of course) didn't respond that way, but politely answered "no" and directed them to a different route. He tolerated their disgusted sighs and eye-rolls directed at him because that's part of his job.

Then came one particular guy.  This guy was the second car in line at a red light.  Gumshoe and another officer were on either side of the front car giving directions to the out-of-town couple when the light turned green.  Gumshoe was finishing up with the couple when the guy behind them laid on his horn, angry because the line wasn't moving and the police officers were in the way.

After angrily laying on his horn so that it blasted in Gumshoe's ear while he was trying to communicate with the couple, he proceeded to argue with Gumshoe as to why the line was being held up. This guy was so angry that he was shaking.  Gumshoe kept his cool and handled the situation because, again, that's part of his job. But what is wrong with people?

I mean, If I'm at a red light and there are 2 officers in front of me speaking to the people in the car, I'm assuming there's a good reason and I'm gonna keep my mouth shut and wait.  And that's not just because I'm a cop's wife, but because it's common sense and common decency.  Seriously, what is wrong with people? These guys work their tails off and they don't deserve the disrespect that is often rampant.

This story isn't even close to most of the stories that Gumshoe has of people being completely rude and disrespectful.  And there's always the standard comments he (and most cops) get when working patrol:
"Don't you have anything better to do?"
"Just give me a warning. Why not? A**hole!"
"Shouldn't you be fighting real crime?"
"You're giving me a ticket?  I'm calling to complain on your a**!"
"I'm not signing that.  F**k you!"
"You're a racist!"

It just comes with the territory, I suppose.

He's been spit on, kicked in the groin, hit, screamed at, called countless obscenities, and been struck by an inattentive driver while directing traffic.  (Side mirror in the arm and happy it wasn't worse!)


He's called me from the hospital, waiting on test results because a suspect's blood got splattered into his mouth.
He's seen many dead bodies. Murders, suicides, children. And comforted their families.
He's had to interrogate child molesters, murderers and other scum and act like their friend. Act as if he understands their warped minds in order to get their confession.

He sees and does all this and then removes himself from it, comes home and plays his other role of daddy and husband.
And he's no different than any other officer across this nation. It's just part of the job.

Unfortunately, the majority of news stories we hear about cops are negative. And the comments we've heard can be venomous...
These guys aren't cops because they're too dumb to do anything else or lack a college degree (Gumshoe has 3, in fact)
They're certainly not in it for the money (Gumshoe's department hasn't given raises or COL increases in 4 years)
They're not in it because they're power hungry.  In fact, they're likely to be sued by a suspect for using their authority properly, and the suspect will probably win!

No, they're in it because this is what God created them to do. It is in their DNA to protect people and defend those who can't defend themselves. They do it because they love it and it's a calling.

So a little respect, please.

I have now stepped down from my soapbox. Uhthankyouverymuch.

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Friday, September 2, 2011

Super Busy

Hey everybody.  LG, here.
It's Friday...And the beginning of a holiday weekend, too! I'm a wild and crazy guy so naturally, my weekend is packed. You might find me doing any number of things...

I'll practice being a hypochondriac and ask mommy to put band-aids on my perfectly healthy knees so that I can show everyone how badly I'm hurt.  She'll enable oblige...

You might find me playing in a fort...


I plan on making an appearance in time out...


Twice...


When timeout is over, I'll continue to act like a hypochondriac by throwing myself off of the bottom step and writhing around in “pain” in order to get attention...

After that, I'll probably use my daddy's foot as a launch pad for my cars...

It's a safe bet that I'll empty the Tupperware cupboard and roll the lids around...

If I get really crazy, I might decide to spit on the wall.  And the fridge.  Then wipe it around...



I'm so good-looking that I plan on checking myself out quite a bit.  And maybe giving myself a smooch...

All that self-admiration will work up an appetite, so next I'll be shoving as much of my PB&J in my mouth as I possibly can...


While simultaneously tossing my food onto the dog's back and laughing when she turns in circles because she can't find it...

One's thing's for sure, though: I'm going to copy daddy's every move...




Other than that...I'll just be relaxin'...









Happy Labor Day Weekend!

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Busted Up...

Doors, that is.
We now have 2 busted doors as a result of LG's fancy finger-work.  Or maybe it's a result of the stupidity of a couple adults.  Either way...2 busted doors.
He started practicing his dexterity about 5 months ago...


...Right about the time I stepped out of the front door to wheel in the trash can.
During a late season snow storm.
Without my keys.
Or my cell phone.
In my husband's sweatpants.
I made sure to leave our front door open, but lock the glass door so that LG could watch me, but not accidentally push the door open.  Smart, right?  Meh.
The idea was to get back in through the garage door pictured above.  Unfortunately, he locked that door.  After pausing for a moment to consider my options (I had none) I ran over to my neighbor's and borrowed her phone to call Gumshoe.  He quickly arrived home and jimmied the door open, but not before I got frantic listening to LG cry (he had closed the big door so we weren't able to see each other anymore) and tried with all my might to pull the locked glass door open.  Leaving us with this...


That door handle is supposed to be parallel to the ground...not perpendicular.  You do silly things as a first-time mom when you hear your child screaming even though you know they're safe.  You might even think you have super-human strength or that your front doors become magic and will open on command. 

Fast forward to yesterday afternoon when Gumshoe looked after LG while I ran an errand.  Gumshoe ran out to the garage for a second to get a screwdriver and LG struck again!  Slam.  Lock.  UGH!  This time, it was the garage door that had to be kicked in...


Seriously mom and dad...when are you gonna get smart?


He's been practicing his "you guys are so lame" look.  He's getting good at it. 
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