Policing

What ever happened to the police force?

Being a police officer (po), it used to be looked upon as such a noble & selfless vocation? One wrought with self sacrifice.
EVERY little boy wanted to be a policeman. Remember the days? When becoming a police officer was akin to becoming a doctor, fireman, astronaut, or curing some dreadful disease? What do you want to be when you grow up lil Jimmy? Ohh a policeman! How very lovely, and what a fine brave policeman you will be lil Jimmy. What? You don't want to be a policeman anymore? Why not? Oh, yeah you are right. Who would choose to be the one nobody respects, teenagers mouth off to, the one that gets grimaced at behind their back at every turn, or hears nothing more than under the breath mutters of 'pig' or 'a-hole' as they walk by.

Listen, we all have dealt with that one po, the one that thinks they rule the world, whose absolute power has corrupted them absolutely. The one that manhandles a pregnant women for speeding. The one that works all day as a police officer, to serve and protect, and then goes home and beats his wife and child. The one that gets caught drinking and driving after work, is not charged, (as you and I would be) and is therefore above the law. Yes the very same law their oath charges them with protecting. Surely the police officer of which I write, is not the norm. Surely the police officer of which I write, is an anomaly. SURELY!

I still have to think that people in general still get involved in policing for all the right reasons. They must, after all the money is not that good. The average po earns approx 50,000 / year. After taxes that is about $ 2600.00/month. It surely is not the lowest income on the scale, however think of what that job truly entails.

These men and women are willing to put their lives at risk for us, the general population, at any given time. They are the ones that get the awful task of advising loved ones of terrible accidents that have taken our fathers, mothers, & children. They are willing to charge into dangerous situations to save us, our neighbours, our kids, yet somehow we find it is okay to call them derogatory names, or even to sit there quietly and say nothing while others do.

We teach our children by example and this is not an example I am okay with my child following.

Quiet

Coffee in hand, the house so quiet I can hear the dogs breathing (okay they are 14, and they pant constently so you always hear them), let me try again, so quiet I can hear the pc humming along, it slowly lurrs me towards it with it's peaceful, monotone whirring, so I sit down at my desk and decide to check my emails.
There are none? Not one? Not even spam.
Okay so I will check out my fav blogs.
No one has updated since yesterday morning?
Well then I will check out who is online on MSN Messenger. Not one of my contacts? What the h.e. double hockey sticks? Where is everyone?

C'mon people, it is 7:25 am on a Tuesday morning, the baby sleeps and I have a possible precious, and I DO mean precious, 30 minutes or so before the little monster upstairs needs her mummy. I want to connect... I want to feel the love... Who can I phone.....

I just can't believe it, not one of my so called friends has the time to send me an email?
Not even forward a silly joke, or a 'do you know me' questionaire, or one of those stupid chain letter thingys that I absolutely hate,(and bitch about for days after receiving) I would be so happy to see one sitting in my inbox at the mo. I am feeling very abandoned, and now sorry for myself as well.

Well I suppose I will go get another cuppa, and see what's on the telle, perhaps I will find some solice with Reg & Kel.

Celebs

OMG Owen & Kate have split!
I can't begin to tell you how this development has kept me up late at night, wondering WHY???WHY??? What could have gone so very wrong? It is starting to feel alot like when Vinnifer split. I couldn't sleep for a week after that news broke. I am sure you are all feeling the same sort of utter confusion, and slight depression has started to set in. Hold on friend, hold on.

There is hope, Tom and Katie, Brittany and K-Fed, oops they split didn't they, ummmm Okay, Justin and Cameron, Oh wait they split too.... Okay, well we still have Brad and Angie, if you can take it.

It is like the cosmic universe is trying to tell us all something, but what?

- Perhaps that we need to spend more time thinking about our own relationships, and forget about what those idiots in horneywood are doing.
- Perhaps we need to spend more time (or any time) actually getting to know our love interests BEFORE we decide to move in, or get married, or have children.
- Perhaps it is just that those persons whom we see daily in the media are just plain terrible at relationships, they fall in love with people who can't love them back, they easily misjudge a person's character, they make choices that at a backward glance seem unintelligent at the least, WOW they sound just like the rest of us, huh?

Frustration

Have you ever laid in bed for hours just pleading with the sleep fairy to come? You look over at your OH, and there they lay, snoring blissfully, drolling just a bit, completely unaware of the utter restraint you are possessing for not smothering him with his own pillow. It's not his fault, you know this logically, he didn't tell you to have that extra cup of coffee, nor did he encourage you to eat that chocolate bar right before bed. Somehow it doesn't matter, the primal urge to make him suffer as much as you are - can be all consuming. Then you take a deep breath, lay back down, close your eyes, feign sleep and give him a good kick. Now I feel better.

Seriously though, what could be more frustrating. Okay maybe the daily picking up of the OH's dirty clothes strewn all over the bedroom floor, or perhaps getting stuck behind that one driver on the highway going so slow in every corner that you could literally get out and walk by him/her only to hit warp speed in every straight stretch, or last but not least getting those calls from that 1-800 number every night - you know the one, as soon as you pick up the reciever and say hello.... 'click.click'.... automated telemarketer! Arghhhhhhhhh. Okay so there are a few things more frustating than not sleeping, but I can't kick through the phone!

Peace

Okay so Nessie has been sighted again in the ole Loch Ness. What's next, visitors from another planet? Marilyn Monroe murdered? No WMD in Iraq?

I mean really people, let's get our heads screwed on properly here.

How can a water-living prehistoric being have lived for this long in one Loch with only 3000+ sightings recorded in history? (The earliest being in 565AD) So we are expected to believe that in the last 1500 years, this elusive creature has graced us with a sighting on average 2x a year. This from a creature that's home is a huge amass of freshwater, 56.4 km² and has an extreme depth of 754 feet in parts.

Sounds fishy.

Facts :
Last Year 736 UFO sightings were reported and recorded..... over Canada.
Marilyn's house was 'gone over' by FBI, and presidential aids, before the police had officially investigated the 'crime scene'. ( both the FBI and aids, admitted later that they retrieved their own bugging devices from her house at that time ) no conspiracy here.
There were NO WMD found in Iraq.
National Geographic : Scientists have recently discovered a previously unknown and unseen species of Jellyfish which makes it home approx 2100 ft below the ocean. In the last 20 years scientists have found over 50 new species of Jellyfish, not to mention all the other species found, which are too numerous to mention.

Now Roland the roadie was only a toadie who set up the lights and the mikes for the shows
And Gertrude the groupie was a rock and roll fan, who stood by the stage door in the rains and the snows

Roland the roadie met Gertrude the groupie at a rock concert back in Bayonne
He tried to seduce, said he'd introduce her to all of the Beatles and Stones

So Roland the roadie got Gertrude the groupie a seat in the balcony above
And Gertrude the groupie felt grateful and groovy but Roland the roadie felt love

And some folks loves ham hocks and some folks loves pork chops and some folks love vegetable soup
But Roland the roadie loves Gertrude the groupie, but Gertrude the groupie loves groups

She stood up and screamed as the amber spot gleamed on her heroes so skinny and tall
With their eyelids so droopy, and Gertrude the groupie and she was in love with them all

Roland the roadie told Gertrude the groupie to wait and he'd be her man
But while he dreamed of a rose covered home she was out with the group in the van

Hey Gertie, get out here, come on babe, come on out of there....I know you're in there...
The whole trailer's moving baby....What about me....Gertie... Oh Gertie

Now Roland the roadie is back on the road, his heart has been broken again
And Gertrude the groupie waits out in the cold for the very next group to come in

And some folks loves ham hocks and some folks loves pork chops and some folks loves vegetable soup
And Roland the roadie loves Gertrude the groupie, but Gertrude the groupie loves groups

Shel Silverstein

Out on my own

Yesterday I went out in the early evening just to pick up dinner, too tired to cook.
The sun was shining, it was a beautiful evening, I rolled down the windows, put on my shades, cranked up the tunes, and drove the 1.75 km return trip to and from the chinese food place.
The wind was blowing my hair all over, I had no baby declaring quite loudly her dislike at yet again being strapped into a car seat, no husband chattering away about his day ( his day - out in the world, seeing real grown-ups, talking in full sentences, enjoying an adult beverage) no dogs begging to be fed, or walked, or petted, nothing, nothing but me, my car and the wind in my hair.
I said to myself, WOW this is what life was like before!! Don't get me wrong, I love being a mother and a wife ( oops almost wrote widow there - fruedian slip? ha ) but it is nice to be reminded that I am also more than that, those 2 titles they do not define me, and it felt really f#$king good to say it outloud!
Peace & Love