We are down to single digits in the academy journey! 9 classroom days left until Graduation!! And 2 weeks from today, hubs will come home to me FOR GOOD! Oh I am so extremely excited!!
Last night, hubs and his group got liberty, meaning they had "free time" for about 2 hours. So what do I do? Hop in the car and drive about 45 minutes to meet hubs and his roommate to eat at Olive Garden! Hub's roommate had his girlfriend come down to eat as well, so I got to meet both of them! I could definitely see us hanging out with them after the academy is over.
August 7th cannot get here SOON enough! Seriously...I probably will not be able to sleep that whole week! I am so proud of my hubs and how hard he has worked! He will get a little vacation when he gets out of the academy, because he has to have knee surgery! BOO! But at least I get to spend ALL my time with him for a few days after surgery! It is really just a minor surgery, so he should only be down for about 5 days. He is gonna be a big baby for sure those 5 days! But it's ok...I'll be the best nurse ever! :)
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
An Officer's Life
You wonder why he pulled you over and gave you a ticket for speeding,
He just worked an accident where people died because they were going too fast.
You wonder why that cop was so mean,
He just got done working a case where a drunk driver killed a kid.
You work for 8 hours,
He works for up to 18 hours.
You drink hot coffee to stay awake,
The cold rain in the middle of the night keeps him awake.
You complain of a "headache," and call in sick,
He goes into work still hurt and sore from the guy he had to fight the night before.
You drink your coffee on your way to the mall,
He spills his as he runs Code 3 to a traffic crash with kids trapped inside.
You make sure your cell phone is in your pocket before you leave the house,
He makes sure his gun is fully loaded and his vest is tight.
You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you,
He watches his buddy get shot at and wounded in front of him.
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls,
He walks down the highway looking for body parts from a traffic crash.
You complain about how hot it is,
He wears fifty pounds of gear and a bullet proof vest in July and still runs around chasing crack heads.
You go out to lunch and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong,
He runs out before he gets his food to respond to an armed robbery.
You get out of bed in the morning and take your time getting ready,
He gets called out of bed at 2 am after working 12 hours and has to be into work A.S.A.P. for a homicide.
You go to the mall and get your hair done,
He holds the hair of some college girl while shes puking in the back of his patrol car.
You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over,
His shift ended 4 hours ago and there's no end in sight.
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight,
He can't make any plans because on his off days he still gets called back into work.
You yell and scream at the squad car that just passed you because they slowed you down,
He's in the driver seat of the squad car, going to cut somebody out of their car.
You roll your eyes when a baby cries in public,
He picks up a dead child in his arms and wishes that it was crying.
You criticize your police department and say they're never there quick enough,
He blasts the siren while the person in front of him refuses to move while talking on their cell phone.
You hear the jokes about fallen officers and say they should have known better or deserve it,
He is a hero and runs into situations when everyone else is running away in order to make sure no one else gets hurt and risks his life doing it.
You are asked to go to the store by your parents, you don't,
He would take a bullet for his buddy without question.
You sit there and judge him, saying that it's a waste of money to have them around,
Yet as soon as you need help he is there.
(Author Unknown)
He just worked an accident where people died because they were going too fast.
You wonder why that cop was so mean,
He just got done working a case where a drunk driver killed a kid.
You work for 8 hours,
He works for up to 18 hours.
You drink hot coffee to stay awake,
The cold rain in the middle of the night keeps him awake.
You complain of a "headache," and call in sick,
He goes into work still hurt and sore from the guy he had to fight the night before.
You drink your coffee on your way to the mall,
He spills his as he runs Code 3 to a traffic crash with kids trapped inside.
You make sure your cell phone is in your pocket before you leave the house,
He makes sure his gun is fully loaded and his vest is tight.
You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you,
He watches his buddy get shot at and wounded in front of him.
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls,
He walks down the highway looking for body parts from a traffic crash.
You complain about how hot it is,
He wears fifty pounds of gear and a bullet proof vest in July and still runs around chasing crack heads.
You go out to lunch and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong,
He runs out before he gets his food to respond to an armed robbery.
You get out of bed in the morning and take your time getting ready,
He gets called out of bed at 2 am after working 12 hours and has to be into work A.S.A.P. for a homicide.
You go to the mall and get your hair done,
He holds the hair of some college girl while shes puking in the back of his patrol car.
You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over,
His shift ended 4 hours ago and there's no end in sight.
You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight,
He can't make any plans because on his off days he still gets called back into work.
You yell and scream at the squad car that just passed you because they slowed you down,
He's in the driver seat of the squad car, going to cut somebody out of their car.
You roll your eyes when a baby cries in public,
He picks up a dead child in his arms and wishes that it was crying.
You criticize your police department and say they're never there quick enough,
He blasts the siren while the person in front of him refuses to move while talking on their cell phone.
You hear the jokes about fallen officers and say they should have known better or deserve it,
He is a hero and runs into situations when everyone else is running away in order to make sure no one else gets hurt and risks his life doing it.
You are asked to go to the store by your parents, you don't,
He would take a bullet for his buddy without question.
You sit there and judge him, saying that it's a waste of money to have them around,
Yet as soon as you need help he is there.
(Author Unknown)
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
"To My Future Daughter-in-Law" from The Domestic Four.
NOTE: This is not mine. I just want to have it if God does bless us with a son one day, and I want it to be a reminder for me RIGHT NOW as I am just now entering the life of a wife and daughter-in-law.
Click HERE for the link to the actual blog.
Dear Future Daughter-in-Law,
As I write this letter your future husband is all sprawled out on the couch watching his older sister torment the dogs. It is so strange to refer to him as “your husband” considering he is so small and still so innocent. But he is yours and you are his. Right now God knows exactly where you are. Maybe you are being held by your mother as she tries to soothe you to sleep. Perhaps you too are laying on the couch watching an older sibling torment your dogs. Or maybe my son will like older women and you are five years old and enjoying a Saturday afternoon at the park. I can’t picture you. I have no idea what type of girl you are or will be, but God has that planned out. As your future father-in-law frequently tells me, “That’s above my paygrade.” I don’t try to figure out the Divine … you know … that whole human, limited understanding factor really fudges things up.
I am sure you will hear this from me many times, but your husband and I didn’t have the easiest start. Five hours of insanely quick and painful labor started us off. Followed by roughly two months of him screaming bloody murder. Everyone had suggestions to fix him. Try this or try that they would say. Yet none of them felt the terrible, awful feeling of defeat that one night I laid him on his father’s chest and then went into our bathroom and sobbed on the floor for 30 minutes. I cried, and cried, and cried harder. The only thing I knew to do was to pray and ask God to show me what to do. Or to give me some form of strength that I didn’t have within me. Time would pass and I would stick to my gut and belief that he would “grow out of it” and he did. He is currently a very fat, very happy 3 month old. A 3 month old, mind you, who sleeps 9 hours straight. No more middle of the night crying fests in the bathroom for me.
The night I had Eli I sat in my delivery room waiting on my body to figure itself out so I could be transported to recovery. I decided it was a perfect time to write in my prayer journal. He nursed, his dad slept, and I sat there and wrote about my day. In that moment I started to pray a prayer that I would find myself praying each day for my son. “Lord, make him a man among men. A leader among leaders. Make him strong, resilient, brave, loving, and humble. Make him a good man in a storm.” Each night after his bath I hold him and we get a few minutes after his sister goes to bed and before his father comes home. I pace with him and make him smile, and then I pray … Lord make him a man among men …
You see, over the past few years there have been a few blogposts I have read written by women who have sons. (Do you even know what those are? Or are they like the 8-tracks of 2038?) They contain lists and “warnings” for future wives or girlfriends of their sons. These lists or letters make my heart hurt in a very, very deep way. They rip open a still healing wound. They bring a flood of pain. You see, I’ve been where you are. I’ve sat in your position wondering how you can make your new family like you a little better, or wondering if they will ever like you at all. I’ve felt the rush of nerves as you prepare to meet your new in laws. I’ve felt every moment you are experiencing. By writing this I want to help calm your nerves. I want you to know that I’m on your side because you are an important piece to the puzzle.
I am not disillusioned on what my responsibility as a mother holds. I’m responsible for raising a son to hear of the Gospel in the hopes that he will turn around and teach it to nations. I am responsible for raising a son to not only wipe his own butt, but to do it well! I am responsible for teaching my son to love others and serve others as best as possible. I am responsible for teaching him to respect those around him. I am responsible for raising a son who will grow into a man who will love one woman and raise children to carry on his legacy. I am responsible for laying the foundation. I will hold his past, and with you comes his future.
When you meet me you will clutch to his hand like it is your life support. You will worry and stress about what you wear and how your hair will look. You’ll be afraid to speak up and you will want to crawl in a hole and die before you “meet the in laws.” Can I share a little secret for you?
I’m looking forward to meeting you. And I pray for you even today.
Do you know how important you are to my son? How vital you are to his trajectory in life? I don’t look at you and see a uterus with a head attached and your whole purpose in life is to give me grandbabies. I look at you as the missing piece to the puzzle. You see, I’m going to admit something to you, moms don’t have it all figured out. And we don’t raise complete children. Other people come into our children’s lives and maybe they rough up some edges, or maybe they soften them. Experiences and people change who our children grow to be. Am I afraid you could hurt him? Absolutely. But I am no more afraid than I am of a man coming into my daughter’s life and hurting her. I’ve been on both sides of that coin – as one to hurt and one to be hurt. I can’t buffer them though. I can’t follow them around and protect them from the pain they will experience. Will it kill me to see them suffer? Without a doubt. But I can’t stop it. I can’t intervene where God intends to work.
I pray that you are a woman among women. I pray that you are classy and humble. I pray that you have a servant’s heart. I pray that you know the Lord deeply and profoundly. I pray that you are a good woman in a storm. I pray that you love yourself and are confident in who you are so that you have a happy, wonderful, and beautiful marriage with my son.
You are a piece in the puzzle. A very important piece.
You will make him a better man.
You will make him stronger.
You will make him feel things he’s never felt before.
You will heighten the urge to protect within him.
You will show him a softer side of Jesus.
You will show him mercy.
You will teach him grace.
You will love him at his worst.
You will love him at his best.
You will give him the gift of children.
You will show him how to be a great father by being a great mother.
You will cook for him.
You will clean for him.
You will move mountains for him.
You will be an immovable rock in a constantly shifting world.
You will be his best friend.
You will hold him.
You will stand behind him.
You will stand beside him.
You will challenge him.
You will push him.
You will pull him.
You will teach him intimacy.
You will love him; unconditionally.
And one day my son will stand next to me as I wait for the Lord to call me home. As I feel the pull and I begin to slip, he will feel pain. He will stand over my hollow shell and know that I am with the Lord, but he will suffer. I am his mother. I am the woman who gave birth to him and taught him how to throw a perfect spiral while his dad was deployed to a warzone. I am the woman who kissed the booboos and made the perfect chocolate chip cookies. (Don’t worry … it’s on the back of the Tollhouse bag.) I showed him how to respect girls and how to tie his shoes. I taught him his ABCs and how to count to 100. I hold everything about his past.
But, my dear girl, you hold his future.
You will experience life together. You will be his partner through it all. You will be his best friend.
So today as your husband looks up at me and smiles and coos, I will think of you. I will pray for you. And I will do my best by you to raise a man among men. A leader among leaders. And to help him be strong, resilient, brave, loving, and humble. A good man in a storm.
Love,
Your Future Mother-in-Law
Click HERE for the link to the actual blog.
Dear Future Daughter-in-Law,
As I write this letter your future husband is all sprawled out on the couch watching his older sister torment the dogs. It is so strange to refer to him as “your husband” considering he is so small and still so innocent. But he is yours and you are his. Right now God knows exactly where you are. Maybe you are being held by your mother as she tries to soothe you to sleep. Perhaps you too are laying on the couch watching an older sibling torment your dogs. Or maybe my son will like older women and you are five years old and enjoying a Saturday afternoon at the park. I can’t picture you. I have no idea what type of girl you are or will be, but God has that planned out. As your future father-in-law frequently tells me, “That’s above my paygrade.” I don’t try to figure out the Divine … you know … that whole human, limited understanding factor really fudges things up.
I am sure you will hear this from me many times, but your husband and I didn’t have the easiest start. Five hours of insanely quick and painful labor started us off. Followed by roughly two months of him screaming bloody murder. Everyone had suggestions to fix him. Try this or try that they would say. Yet none of them felt the terrible, awful feeling of defeat that one night I laid him on his father’s chest and then went into our bathroom and sobbed on the floor for 30 minutes. I cried, and cried, and cried harder. The only thing I knew to do was to pray and ask God to show me what to do. Or to give me some form of strength that I didn’t have within me. Time would pass and I would stick to my gut and belief that he would “grow out of it” and he did. He is currently a very fat, very happy 3 month old. A 3 month old, mind you, who sleeps 9 hours straight. No more middle of the night crying fests in the bathroom for me.
The night I had Eli I sat in my delivery room waiting on my body to figure itself out so I could be transported to recovery. I decided it was a perfect time to write in my prayer journal. He nursed, his dad slept, and I sat there and wrote about my day. In that moment I started to pray a prayer that I would find myself praying each day for my son. “Lord, make him a man among men. A leader among leaders. Make him strong, resilient, brave, loving, and humble. Make him a good man in a storm.” Each night after his bath I hold him and we get a few minutes after his sister goes to bed and before his father comes home. I pace with him and make him smile, and then I pray … Lord make him a man among men …
You see, over the past few years there have been a few blogposts I have read written by women who have sons. (Do you even know what those are? Or are they like the 8-tracks of 2038?) They contain lists and “warnings” for future wives or girlfriends of their sons. These lists or letters make my heart hurt in a very, very deep way. They rip open a still healing wound. They bring a flood of pain. You see, I’ve been where you are. I’ve sat in your position wondering how you can make your new family like you a little better, or wondering if they will ever like you at all. I’ve felt the rush of nerves as you prepare to meet your new in laws. I’ve felt every moment you are experiencing. By writing this I want to help calm your nerves. I want you to know that I’m on your side because you are an important piece to the puzzle.
I spent 9 months growing your husband.
Waddling around the remaining few weeks of it. People asking me how long
I have to go and then making a pity face when they found out I was only
37 weeks. Another few months getting to know him and work through our
“issues.” I’ll spend the next 18 years going through the ups and downs.
The hills and valleys. I will drive him to practice after practice. I
will have to explain to him why he can’t pee anywhere but in a toilet or
our backyard. I’ll have to teach him how to actually bathe himself to
ensure he is clean and not his version of clean. I will have to punish
him when he tortures his sister or does something stupid. I will most
likely sit through a million and a half (rough estimate) innings of
baseball and quarters of football. When he is ready to talk to me about
the girl in high school who hurt his heart I will have to lovingly
listen and explain that sometimes we ladies don’t know how hurtful we
can be. I will share the story of how I hurt his father a few times in
high school, but he was forgiving and stayed my best friend through
thick and thin. I will prepare him for you – as best as possible.
I am not disillusioned on what my responsibility as a mother holds. I’m responsible for raising a son to hear of the Gospel in the hopes that he will turn around and teach it to nations. I am responsible for raising a son to not only wipe his own butt, but to do it well! I am responsible for teaching my son to love others and serve others as best as possible. I am responsible for teaching him to respect those around him. I am responsible for raising a son who will grow into a man who will love one woman and raise children to carry on his legacy. I am responsible for laying the foundation. I will hold his past, and with you comes his future.
When you meet me you will clutch to his hand like it is your life support. You will worry and stress about what you wear and how your hair will look. You’ll be afraid to speak up and you will want to crawl in a hole and die before you “meet the in laws.” Can I share a little secret for you?
I’m looking forward to meeting you. And I pray for you even today.
Do you know how important you are to my son? How vital you are to his trajectory in life? I don’t look at you and see a uterus with a head attached and your whole purpose in life is to give me grandbabies. I look at you as the missing piece to the puzzle. You see, I’m going to admit something to you, moms don’t have it all figured out. And we don’t raise complete children. Other people come into our children’s lives and maybe they rough up some edges, or maybe they soften them. Experiences and people change who our children grow to be. Am I afraid you could hurt him? Absolutely. But I am no more afraid than I am of a man coming into my daughter’s life and hurting her. I’ve been on both sides of that coin – as one to hurt and one to be hurt. I can’t buffer them though. I can’t follow them around and protect them from the pain they will experience. Will it kill me to see them suffer? Without a doubt. But I can’t stop it. I can’t intervene where God intends to work.
I pray that you are a woman among women. I pray that you are classy and humble. I pray that you have a servant’s heart. I pray that you know the Lord deeply and profoundly. I pray that you are a good woman in a storm. I pray that you love yourself and are confident in who you are so that you have a happy, wonderful, and beautiful marriage with my son.
You are a piece in the puzzle. A very important piece.
You will make him a better man.
You will make him stronger.
You will make him feel things he’s never felt before.
You will heighten the urge to protect within him.
You will show him a softer side of Jesus.
You will show him mercy.
You will teach him grace.
You will love him at his worst.
You will love him at his best.
You will give him the gift of children.
You will show him how to be a great father by being a great mother.
You will cook for him.
You will clean for him.
You will move mountains for him.
You will be an immovable rock in a constantly shifting world.
You will be his best friend.
You will hold him.
You will stand behind him.
You will stand beside him.
You will challenge him.
You will push him.
You will pull him.
You will teach him intimacy.
You will love him; unconditionally.
And one day my son will stand next to me as I wait for the Lord to call me home. As I feel the pull and I begin to slip, he will feel pain. He will stand over my hollow shell and know that I am with the Lord, but he will suffer. I am his mother. I am the woman who gave birth to him and taught him how to throw a perfect spiral while his dad was deployed to a warzone. I am the woman who kissed the booboos and made the perfect chocolate chip cookies. (Don’t worry … it’s on the back of the Tollhouse bag.) I showed him how to respect girls and how to tie his shoes. I taught him his ABCs and how to count to 100. I hold everything about his past.
But, my dear girl, you hold his future.
You will experience life together. You will be his partner through it all. You will be his best friend.
Do not fear me. Do not think that I do not
cherish you. I love you. I love what you mean to my son. I love that God
brought you into our lives to make him a better man. To do the things I
never could as a mother.
So today as your husband looks up at me and smiles and coos, I will think of you. I will pray for you. And I will do my best by you to raise a man among men. A leader among leaders. And to help him be strong, resilient, brave, loving, and humble. A good man in a storm.
Love,
Your Future Mother-in-Law
Our Daughter
Hubs and I became parents just a little over a week after we got married. We did not physically have a child, but we got a puppy. And let me tell you.....puppies are a lot like having a child. I don't care what you say about it...they are. We first got her the 2 days after we came back from our honeymoon. She is a German Shepherd...an all black German Shepherd with 1 white spot.
As you can see, we had to get a "thin blue line" collar for her! :)
She weighed about 10 pounds when we got her. She was a feisty little thing, but she LOVED us the minute we brought her home! She loved playing outside in the yard with us and sleeping on the couch right next to us! We carried her for her first appointment at the vet a few weeks later and she weighed 19 pounds! She had 1 floppy ear that came up just a few days after we got her.
We have had quite the experience with her. From peeing all over the place, to only peeing when she is excited or scared, to peeing on my brother, jumping on us and scratching us up so bad, biting at our hands and arms, getting out of the fence, staying at the vet while we were gone on vacation, and getting spayed.
But...she is getting better! She is more calm now, doesn't pee AS MUCH when she gets excited, only jumps on us when we first come home, only bites when she wants to play. She can sit when told, high five and shake, and she definitely knows what NO means. I love her so much and could not imagine our life without her! When we carried her to get spayed almost 2 weeks ago, she weighed 50 pounds. I love watching her grow and learn new things.
One of the things that she has started doing is "burying" (or hiding) things around our house. I buy her chew sticks to give her when she comes inside to help her calm down and she will carry it around until she finds somewhere to hide it...usually in the couch. She will "dig" and then push it in between the cushions. I found a chew stick in my suitcase from the beach too....and I will find them in blankets, pillows, etc. She is so funny to watch though! To watch those wheels turning in her head as she is trying to decide where to hide her chew stick....it is so funny. I love just watching her.
Our big girl now!
The difference in a 3 month old pup and a 6 month old pup! :)
We love our girl and she has been such a big help to me while Kip has been gone to the Academy! :)
Monday, July 14, 2014
Welcome to the Life of a Deputy Wife
I walked into our dining room the other day to see this....uniforms hanging in my dining room. This is definitely a first for me. There is usually random stuff all over my kitchen and living room...like boots, a gun, ammo, duty belt and everything that might be on the duty belt, holsters, etc. But I never expected to see uniforms hanging in my dining room. Gotta love this life! :)
RANT
BEWARE: This post is going to be one big ol rant. If you are not interested in reading my rant, you may leave now. You have been warned.
The other morning I was scrolling through Facebook and I came across an article about a man who shot at officers during a no-knock search warrant being acquitted (not charged in the case). You can read the article here. Now I have mixed emotions about this case. He says he thought they were intruders and fired shots before they identified themselves as police officers. Once they identified themselves, he put his gun down and apologized. Now I do not think that he should have been charged if what he said was actually true. But then again, if it were my husband who was shot at, I might feel differently. Anyway...this post is not about the article but about the comments made regarding the article.
The other morning I was scrolling through Facebook and I came across an article about a man who shot at officers during a no-knock search warrant being acquitted (not charged in the case). You can read the article here. Now I have mixed emotions about this case. He says he thought they were intruders and fired shots before they identified themselves as police officers. Once they identified themselves, he put his gun down and apologized. Now I do not think that he should have been charged if what he said was actually true. But then again, if it were my husband who was shot at, I might feel differently. Anyway...this post is not about the article but about the comments made regarding the article.
I read through probably hundreds of comments just like most of these. There were VERY few (maybe 3 or 4) that actually weren't negative about the officers. It just really hit hard that people would make comments such as "I hope he actually shot at least one officer. They deserve it...." Wow. Really? What if that was your husband or wife? You probably wouldn't be saying that. The other one that really hit me hard was "Time to start shooting back at the bastards." REALLY??? Seriously?? Wow....I have NO words. Some of the other comments I saw were way too harsh and vulgar to even post on here. The whole time I am reading these (why do I even do that to myself?? HaHa!) I cannot help but want to post back, "DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE OFFICERS? NO. THEY HAVE FAMILIES, FRIENDS, LOVED ONES....THEY ARE PEOPLE TOO!!! WHAT IF SOMEONE SAID HATEFUL THINGS LIKE THAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY? WHAT IF SOMEONE SAID THEY WISHED THAT A FAMILY MEMBER OF YOURS WOULD GET SHOT?" (Yes, it is all caps because I would be yelling at them.)
I cannot help but think of the "Don't like police officers? Well next time you are in trouble, call a crackhead." quote. This is really the only job where you are hated for what you do...and 90% of the job is helping people and protecting people. And yes, I completely understand that there are a few bad apples out there that are in law enforcement...trust me, I have encountered a few of them. But not all are that way. 95% of police officers are there to PROTECT and SERVE. They are SERVANTS, not power-hungry men and women. When you are running away from trouble and danger, they are running TO it. They risk their lives EVERY TIME they put on that uniform, get in that car, and drive away from their families. This is one of very few jobs that when I send my husband to work, there is a chance that he may not make it home. There is a chance that I will get a knock at the door and it will be the sheriff or chief telling me what a wonderful man my husband was and that he laid his life down for his brothers and the community. It is very difficult for me to hear and watch and read the negative things people say about officers. Sometimes, I cry when I read things like this....others I get red in the face ready to attack, but I remind myself that these are people who have probably had one too many run-ins with officers, may have spent many days, weeks, months, years, in jail for committing a crime. These are people who have NO respect for authority. I hate that the majority of the people "hate" my husband (and his brothers and sisters in blue) for what he does daily. Honestly, most officers hate writing tickets and arresting people. Hubs says all the time that he doesn't want to write tickets, make an arrest, or anything like that....unless he is doing it to protect someone. Most officers are that way. They aren't wanting to "harass" innocent people. They are wanting to get the "bad guys" off the streets that are harming others, whether it be drug dealers, child abusers, rapists, murderers, drunk drivers, etc. These are the people who more than likely "hate" my husband and every other police officer. These are the people who can harm others and even themselves.
It is hard being married to a law enforcement officer. The crazy schedules, late nights, lonely holidays, etc. That is hard. But what is even worse is the fear that my husband may not come home, because of one of these people who are harming others. Remember that that next time you want to say negative things about police officers. They are people too...just like you!
Thursday, July 3, 2014
10 Reasons to Marry a Police Officer
1. THE UNIFORM! Because admit it, a man in uniform is just plain sexy.
2. You will have a body guard wherever you go.
3. He can multitask like a pro.
4. He can stay calm in intense situations.
5. He has a big heart, because he PICKED a job that requires helping people.
6. He tells you all the places in the city to avoid.
7. His work stories are NEVER boring!
8. He is a problem solver and can deal with people.
9. He is a skilled driver.
10. He carries a gun! And teaches you how to use one!
2. You will have a body guard wherever you go.
3. He can multitask like a pro.
4. He can stay calm in intense situations.
5. He has a big heart, because he PICKED a job that requires helping people.
6. He tells you all the places in the city to avoid.
7. His work stories are NEVER boring!
8. He is a problem solver and can deal with people.
9. He is a skilled driver.
10. He carries a gun! And teaches you how to use one!
A Police Wife (By: Ashley Hoppa)
I don't wear a uniform.
I don't have a badge.
I have never been sworn in.
Nor have taken an oath with raised right hand.
My thin blue line is different indeed.
The thin blue line I walk is from behind the scenes.
I stand behind you, so proud and true.
For you are a member of an elite few.
You have sworn to do a duty.
To uphold the law.
To honor, serve, and protect. That is your call.
While the burden you bear is great,
Mine is nonetheless.
We both carry a very heavy weight.
With hugs and kisses, I smile and say,
Have a good night, all the while hiding my silent fright.
For every day at 10-41, my burden has yet again begun.
My goes with you, and all your brothers and sisters in blue.
I pray you will return 10-42.
How do you do it? They say. How can you live life that way?
How can you not worry? How can you not fear?
My answer to them is perfectly clear.
Of course I worry, of course I fear.
Always wondering if end of watch is near.
But this is my duty, I say. It's just what we do.
You see, I too bleed blue.
I am proud to say that I live this life.
Because of the man I love,
I became a police officer's wife.
By: Ashley Hoppa
What is a Police Wife?
A police wife is a woman who is married to a man
who is "married" to his job, his
partner and his badge. A police wife can usually
be found cooking breakfast at midnight, picking
up his uniforms at the cleaners and spending
nights alone.
A police wife must be a good listener, not questioning him. She must be understanding when doesn't feel like taking her to the movies or has an exam to study for.
A police wife must live with shift work, lonely holidays, bulletproof vests and fixed incomes. She is used to words like rape, robbery, assault and child abuse. She is familiar with night school, stakeouts, overtime and being on her own.
Most women are not born or raised to be a police wife; it is something that they have chosen to do. Some can and others cannot. She will spend each day learning, listening to, and loving a man that few people respect and most others often hate.
A police wife makes beds, breakfasts, and love to a man who spends more time with junkies, hookers, informants, pimps and partners than he does with her. She attends dinners, meetings and sometimes funerals.
A police wife watches the man she loves grow old before his time, watches him become cold and unfeeling, but she will remain his friend, wife, and lover. She will always be these things to him, but she also knows that he will always be first, a police officer.
When a police wife kisses him as he leaves for work, she will make a silent wish that he will return to her. And every time there is a knock at the door, she will pray that it is not the Chief of Police and her husband's partner coming to say kind things about her husband, how brave he was, how dedicated he was.
Being a police wife means lots of trust, love, and worry, but when he says "I love you", it makes it all worthwhile.
(Author Unknown)
A police wife must be a good listener, not questioning him. She must be understanding when doesn't feel like taking her to the movies or has an exam to study for.
A police wife must live with shift work, lonely holidays, bulletproof vests and fixed incomes. She is used to words like rape, robbery, assault and child abuse. She is familiar with night school, stakeouts, overtime and being on her own.
Most women are not born or raised to be a police wife; it is something that they have chosen to do. Some can and others cannot. She will spend each day learning, listening to, and loving a man that few people respect and most others often hate.
A police wife makes beds, breakfasts, and love to a man who spends more time with junkies, hookers, informants, pimps and partners than he does with her. She attends dinners, meetings and sometimes funerals.
A police wife watches the man she loves grow old before his time, watches him become cold and unfeeling, but she will remain his friend, wife, and lover. She will always be these things to him, but she also knows that he will always be first, a police officer.
When a police wife kisses him as he leaves for work, she will make a silent wish that he will return to her. And every time there is a knock at the door, she will pray that it is not the Chief of Police and her husband's partner coming to say kind things about her husband, how brave he was, how dedicated he was.
Being a police wife means lots of trust, love, and worry, but when he says "I love you", it makes it all worthwhile.
(Author Unknown)
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Happy Life, Happy Wife
I have been extra happy this week...not really sure what has triggered my extreme happiness, but it has been a pretty good week! Monday night, the BFF and I went shopping. Last night, the BFF and I went to watch her hubby play softball with the church (this usually makes me sad, because I have watched hubs play in this league for the past 8 years and since he is in the academy, he can't play! SAD!) But I enjoyed being with the BFF and her precious babies! Love me some Baby G and sissygirl! Baby G is 2 1/2 and LOVES his LaLa (that's me!) and the feeling is mutual! And sissygirl is 10 months old....she loves me too, but loves mommy a little more right now! Those babies make me heart happy every time I am around them! LOVE THEM!!
It is also a short work week for me! WHOOP WHOOP! Friday is the 4th of July, so we are closed anyway. My boss told us on Monday that we were just going to close at lunchtime on Thursday to give everyone a head start on their holiday weekend! PLUS for me since we are leaving tomorrow as soon as Kip gets home!! So ready to be on the beach!
So all in all, it has been/will be a good week! Guess that is why I am extra happy today! :)
Another thing that also makes me super happy is this:
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It is also a short work week for me! WHOOP WHOOP! Friday is the 4th of July, so we are closed anyway. My boss told us on Monday that we were just going to close at lunchtime on Thursday to give everyone a head start on their holiday weekend! PLUS for me since we are leaving tomorrow as soon as Kip gets home!! So ready to be on the beach!
So all in all, it has been/will be a good week! Guess that is why I am extra happy today! :)
Another thing that also makes me super happy is this:
My June Academy Calendar is COMPLETE!! Over halfway through with this journey! Makes me happy!
I can't stop singing Jamie Grace's song Beautiful Day.l..I am in such a good mood! :)
When trouble seems to rain on my dreams
It's not a big, not a big deal
Let it wash all the bugs off my windshield
Cause You're showing me in You I'm free
And You're still the refuge that I've just got to get to
So I won't let a day won't let a day go by
So put the drop-top down turn it up I'm ready to fly!
And oh there's something 'bout the way
your sun shines on my face
It's a love so true, I can never get enough of you
This feeling can't be wrong!
I'm about to get my worship on
Take me away!
It's a beautiful day.
It's not a big, not a big deal
Let it wash all the bugs off my windshield
Cause You're showing me in You I'm free
And You're still the refuge that I've just got to get to
So I won't let a day won't let a day go by
So put the drop-top down turn it up I'm ready to fly!
And oh there's something 'bout the way
your sun shines on my face
It's a love so true, I can never get enough of you
This feeling can't be wrong!
I'm about to get my worship on
Take me away!
It's a beautiful day.
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