Hmmm? Right about this time last year, I made a promise to myself. This promise was to compete for a position in Investigations and move on up in my career. Well, I did it! In my field of work, each time you change departments or positions, you are subjected to polygraphs, background investigations, records checks, psychological exams and numerous interviews. All of my patience and hard work has paid off! Now that I have been officially offered the spot, it's time for another academy. I love to compete at the academies...lol. Go figure...

At the end of this month, I will be moving. Of course I will miss this beautiful seaside hamlet, but as I have written before, any place I live is my home because the dwelling holds my soul and all of my belongings. I am excited and nervous at the same time. I mean, who wouldn't be? Change is never easy, but if you make that decision all on your own, it feels different and it gives you a sense of pride. Each change I make is meant to improve my life. Each step is for my future. It would be nice to take those steps with another some day, but I won't sadden my mind with that thought. My well being is something that I am responsible for. If that means moving further inland and away from the water, then so be it. I'll just find a place with a pool!

For now, the only thing that concerns me is packing up as I take care of my knee and keep up with the physical therapy. I must do that. I waited too long for the surgery and I don't want to hurt it again. So it will be slow going as I pack up for the next 28 days. I will get it done. I always do. My finances will take a hit for a while. Oh heck, it's a good thing I am a big fan of bologna....lol. Does anyone have any Grey Poupon?....hahahahaha

The most exciting part about all of this is that I have no clue what's around the corner.
What in the hell is out there? You can't tell me, but I can tell you. Life is out there. My life. It's one hell of a ride!!
I'd love to jump for joy but I can't. So I'll do a happy dance in my mind.

I have received a few questions about the "I swear, those are are my real pics" Blog Challenge. These concerns are about using the editing programs. You don't need the official Adobe Photo Shop Program. You can use Picasa (which is free). You can use Paint or any program that comes with your phone, computer or camera. I know of a few members who will be using a Free 30 day Trial Adobe Photo Shop. You don't have to give any personal information to sign up for that free trial, Guitar has already used it.

This challenge isn't about being perfect with editing your pics. The worse the photo shop and editing, the funnier it will be.

To show you that Paint can be used, I took one of my black and white photos and used White Pencil to cut down my meaty thighs, thinned out my arms and gave myself what would appear to be a 12 inch waist...hahahahaa.


I hope that his helps those who feel they cannot participate.
Please read below and sign up. We would love to laugh along with you.

First of all, the surgery went well and I am still on the crutches and will be for another week. This Monday I start water therapy and will be on the upside of walking and climbing without pain. I have been following doctors orders. For the first 8 days it was extremely limited. I was either on (1) the couch or (2) the bed.
1.2.

It got old on the 2nd day...lol. But I stuck with it. I even bit my lip by keeping the leg wrap on for 3 days. YIKES! Anyhoo, once the leg wrap came off, there wasn't any bruising. I was impressed! The bruising didn't show up until a week later. It came to the surface and was minimal. Again, I was impressed with the doctor. I had to keep the cute little butterfly bandages on for a while and once off, I was free to draw little faces to match the tiny scars on my knee.



So, in honour of Lego Saturday....I bring you Lego Knee! tee hee hee.


Hugs to all!

I saw a woman today and she reminded me of my Mother. I quickly put her out of my mind.
Later on during the day, I heard a voice that sounded like my Mothers voice. All raspy and harsh from years of cigarette smoking and yelling.
Then, on the way home, I stopped at one of my favorite cafes. This cafe has old wooden tables with glass tops. Under the glass tops are various memorabilia of history and musical artists. Old photos from past patrons, there is a Beatles table, a USA table, sports table...etc etc. You get the picture.

The only table available was the Old Post Card table. As soon as I sat down, I looked at the post card in front of me and it was addressed to a woman in Davis, CA. and it was from a woman with my Mothers maiden name. WOW! No shit! (I thought) and started to laugh. My Mother and her sisters knew people in Davis and my Uncle R lives there now. The signature at the bottom was 'Regards, Alice' For one, my Mothers name isn't Alice and two, my Mother never used the word regards. The date on the card was 1955. I wondered if my Mother and Aunts knew this woman. Davis is a small town and back then I am sure it only had a handful of people. Anyhoo, it was creepy.

What and who in the world is making me think of my Mother?
What force could possibly doing this? She isn't the kind of person you look back on with fond memories. And she never will be.
Now, I don't hold any grudges. She did what she did and I was better off without her in my life. Why would I be angry over having a better life without her? She never wanted to be better, which was the total opposite of who my Dad was. When she was around, it was anger, alcohol, turmoil, stress and verbal abuse. When she did return to my world, I tolerated her for my Dads sake. Of course at that time I was an adult about to get married and her barbs and anger were deflected like wonder woman's wrist deflectors....lol

Mothers are supposed teach you things. The only thing she taught me was to never be like her. In a way, that was one of the best examples anyone could teach me. So in the end, she did a good job of showing me what not to do and who not to be....lol.
When I am not of this world anymore, I feel happy and confident knowing that my sons will smile and think of me as a Mom who taught them well and didn't scare them or scar them during their childhood.
As a parent, I have one regret...lol...just a tiny one really. Okay, just a smidgen of one. Why in the hell did I teach my sons to be adventurous?..tee hee.

I was in the middle of viewing the last blog challenge pics and then BAM! Life happened. That darn life.....it just comes out of no where! As much as I enjoy spontaneity, this time it felt as if I was running away from a pack of wild dogs, while juggling 4 chainsaws with one arm.
Thank God it was a pack of adorable wild Beagles.

It's time to catch up on the participants of the blog challenge.
xo

Even a Lego can be inspirational ans wise.



xo

30 minutes I tell ya! I'm almost back. That news is good for some and bad for others. Either way, it's all good.
No time for messages, reading blogs or perving. But I did learn how to do a 'thumbs down' emoticon.
How smart am I?...lol
I will update my knee surgery soon. For now, just know that my leg didn't fall off.
Pull up a seat, tell me how you have been?

Miss ya!

My days are spent at the department, my evenings with water therapy and my nights with reports and suicides. Soon it will slow down and then I can rejoin the fun and mayhem with you weirdos. Now now, you know it to be true. You're all freakishly weird, sexy, funny and down right incorrigible. But I like you anyway.

I have to be up at 0400 to prepare for my 0630 appointment. I have the arthroscopic surgery on my knee. The sleep doc called and asked me a few questions. I told him that as long as he didn't use any type of sulfur/sulfa drugs, we would get along fine. I am deathly allergic to it.....(found that out the hard way....lol)

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Anyhoo, I have my supplies of snacks / food by the couch and my bed. Am I nervous? A bit. Anytime a person puts you under, it is a wee bit concerning. But I will smile and count backwards from 100....lol.
During my down time I think it would be best to catch up on all of your blogs and answer NN messages. XOXOXOX

I guess he didn't think this through.
Ooops.





xo
I just popped in for Lego Saturday. My son and his gf have been visiting since Friday night.

Did I slack off and get lazy? No. Am I sick? No. Did I get fired? No.
Pull up a chair and let me tell you about my whirlwind morning!

First, my truck wouldn't start. Hmmmm? Who do I wake up at 0715 in the morning? As luck would have it, my neighbour was putting the cats out. It took over ten minutes to get the battery charged. Which tells me I needed a new battery or the alternator was dead. We got the truck started and I was off to the mechanics. I am lucky to have a great mechanic right around the corner.
Anyhoo, I pull up in front of the shop and had to kill some time before Greg showed up at 0800. I needed to leave the truck running because I wanted Greg to see how it won't start once I turn it off. Plus I wanted to hear the radio as I killed time. I decided to call my ex/father of my sons/best friend. He was agreeing with me about the truck. Greg walks by and I tell him why I am there. He tells me he is going to get some coffee and to just wait and leave the truck running. Now, back to me being on the phone. The ex and I were talking and then BAM! A car side swipes my truck! I scream WTF! I hear R...."What's happening what's happening!"

The lady in the van keeps going and I say out loud "Oh the fuck you didn't....oohh you are mine!!" I drop the phone in my lap, put the truck in gear and I am on her ass. I pick up the phone to ask R to take down the plate as I drive. But I can't hear him. We must have lost connection. So the lady comes to a stop sign and I yell out my window for her to pull over. She does. She sits in her van and is just looking at me. Her little dog is jumping around and she is playing with it. I jot down her plate, make and model of the vehicle and where I am parked. I call 911 and get a recording...hahaha. So I get out of my truck and approach her vehicle as if I am in uniform again and then I tell her to show me her hands and to slowly exit her vehicle. She does. There she was, a 5 foot nothing, tiny, red haired, meek, frail, bony and confused woman. She looks at me and asks "What is wrong?".
WTH?! What is wrong? Lady...really? What is wrong? You fucking hit my car and kept going!
Lady: I didn't think I hit your car. I just hit your mirror.
Me: It doesn't matter what you hit you damn idiot, you hit me and kept going! That is a hit and run, which is illegal.
Lady: Is there damage to your car? Cause my mirror only pushed backward.
Me: What kind of fucking moron are you?
Lady: I am leaving because I don't see any damage to your car.
Me: Woman, if you leave I will be on the phone with the police as soon as you touch your fucking door.
Lady: Okay. But I don't see the big deal.

She gets in her car and I go to call 911. No recording this time and I can hear the operator say '911', but then I drop my phone!!......lol. Since the mechanic is right up the street, I go back there to call the police. Greg walks out and asks me if I am okay. He starts to dial the police, but as luck would have it a police car is turning the corner, so I flag her down and ask her if she is here about the hit and run. She says "No, but I want to hear about that" and she pulls over. I introduce myself/ tell her who I am and then start to explain the hit and run. As I am talking to her and handing her my DL, Reg/Ins, she gets a call from dispatch. The officer looks at me and starts to bust out laughing. "You will never guess what that call was" She says. She tells me that dispatch just got a call from a woman telling them that a crazy lady cussed at her all because she hit her mirror and didn't stop.

The officer and I couldn't stop laughing! The lady called 911 to report her hit and run but she had only hit a mirror and not the car. And that she shouldn't have been yelled at and wanted the police to come and talk to me for being mean. LMAO!
The officer and I stood there chatting for about 30 minutes and just had a good time with it all. She was pretty cool. We exchanged cards and information for coffee and more laughs about the job. Anyhoo, at the end of the conversation she put herself back in service because she had to go and issue the lady a citation for hit and run. My truck is in the shop and my tummy hurts from laughing.
I walk to my apartment and I see an officer out front. He was dispatched to my apartment in order to take pics of the truck. We go back to the mechanics and we end up chatting too. He told me more about the call that the lady made to dispatcher. The lady had told the operator that I called her a fucking moron. Which is true. I mean why hide it? She was.

I am now at home waiting for the mechanic to call me as I enjoy a nice cup of hot chocolate.
So? How was your morning?