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Saturday, May 30, 2009

Holy Shit! I am getting excited now!!!

THREE DAYS!!!!

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Saturday, May 30, 2009

Maxwell

School is out for the boys...which means Al will be up all night playing games followed by sleeping throughout the daylight hours, Colt will be in full social mood...no time for nothing but friends...all of them and there's a lot of them...and Jonah won't wear trousers for three months straight...pretty much anyway...if ya stop by to say hey...I suggest ya knock...loudly. Its weird here.

Mike and I put down Max today. He was the best dog ever. I got him like I get most animals that are worth a damn...he came to me...I think he really came to Colt. When Colt was just starting to walk, Mike was working outta town for a few weeks at a time and I was left on the farm with the kids....and this horrible dog decided to live on our porch. He was a mess...smelled so bad...you could smell infection...I called animal control to have them come get him...figured somebody dumped him...but they were full and not taking dogs from the county for awhile. He was there for about two days...I tried to shoo him away...he wasn't aggressive or anything...I figured he was very old from the way he flopped down on his side when he lay down and could barely get up...I'd try to make him leave...he just lay there...unimpressed. Instead of fur...he just had one matted mess covering his body.

Then one day, Colt was taking a nap on the couch and I was using that time to paint the older two boy's bedrooms...that's the only way I ever got anything done then...when and if the boys took naps...I was upstairs painting and I heard that dog barking and growling and just raising hell....he hadn't made any noise the whole time he was there...I looked out the window and saw Colt a long way away from the house...walking down the drive towards a cornfield that completely circled the house and yard...and that damn dog barking and lounging at him.

Just as I looked out the window, I saw the dog knock my baby down....that dog was gonna die...I grabbed one of the kids baseball bats and ran hoping I got there before he mauled my baby. Complete panic...just cussing myself for waiting instead of just shooting the damn thing on sight...I was running across the yard...it was a huge yard and Colt had gone to the edge when I realized the dog wasn't attacking....he was circling and barking...then carefully grabbing the kid by the diaper and sitting him down....not knocking down...it was so gentle....I knew it was okay before I reached him. He just seemed to know the kid shouldn't be hitting the road on his own...and was going back in forth between trying to tell somebody and stopping him.

I picked up Colt...looked him over...he was perfectly fine...I actually saw him laugh when the dog pulled him down on his ass. I stood in the driveway holding little man. a baseball bat and looking at my new dog. I had a big hyper black lab...an ass load of cats...3 kids...this house I could not finish remodeling...and a husband who wasn't home much...and now I had another dog to take care of...and he was a mess. The dog sat down in the gravel in front of me...looking at me like he knew I had intended to bash his head in but he had me...he was gonna be moving off the porch and living in the house. For some odd reason...I looked at this dog smiling at me...and the bat and heard "Maxwell's Silver hammer came down"...I had a dog named Max...and three days before Mike came home...NO WAY he was gonna left me keep him unless that dog got a makeover.

I started with the vet...had him there that day...that horrid smell??? cockle burrs in his coat that had embedded in his skin and were infected. Over 40 of em. The vet knew a groomer I could afford...I went from the vet to the groomer...she did the best she could to clean him up...then back to the vet to clean the wounds...start him on meds...then back to the groomer to clean him up a bit more. I spent every penny we had...grocery money...bill money...whatever it took....and brought home a dog that looked completely different.

I had called Mike...told him I was keeping this dog...Mike was yelling at me that the dog was leaving when he came home...I called Mike every night and told him what a great dog he was...no way...Mike was not gonna let me have another dog...then Mike came home. There wasn't much the groomer could do with him but shave him...all of him except his head and his tail...he looked like a pathetic lion...he was completely fine with his new do....he acted like a puppy when I brought him home from the groomer...could lay down fine...ran around with the lab...something he didn't do before...he felt better. Max was waiting in the drive when he pulled up...I was really nervous about how this was gonna go...Mike took one look at the dog and started laughing...this big shaved dog with a fluffy head just sat there smiling at him. Max was staying.

I have no idea where Max came from...I can't see how anyone could throw him away...he just showed up when I needed him...and hung out for another 10 years. When I got him the vet thought he was 7 or 8 years old...his teeth were already a problem...he had to be at least 5 years old...15 years is a long time to live when you're a newfie. He wasn't much of a watchdog...one summer he was outside...laying on the porch when some ex-employees of my husband's backed a truck up and were stealing tools and generators...construction equipment...Max just lay on the porch and watched...the lab was going nuts so I got up and checked...opened the door in the dark...completely shocked that somebody was standing right there...Max did stand between me and the guy while I screamed at mike to bring the gun...and those guys took off. That was all the effort he was putting into it...wasn't his stuff.

Maxwell smiled...that was his thing. Everyone loved him. Before he had a hip replacement, he liked to chase small animals...him and the lab would herd cats or their favorite...possums...they'd make me so mad...they'd trap the vile creatures in my garden shed...I swear those dogs must have gone and found possums and brought em back to the house cause I hated em so much. Max liked to stick his head in holes...he'd come back to the house with his head covered in clay mud...his fur in tuffs like a hedgehog....all that fur was impossible to clean...most summers he got shaved.

Anybody who came over...he didn't bark at em...he'd wait til they sat down and sit in front of em...if they didn't pet him he'd nudge em a little...if that didn't work he use his paw to pull their hand closer to him until they got the hint. He'd give ya a chance to do it on your own...but you would be petting the dog. He was big enough that he was one of those dogs that you can wrap your arms around, bury your face in his fur and cry...he didn't mind that.

I lost Max a few months ago when I left Mike...its easier on me then everybody else. He was sick and it should have happened a long time ago...I'm glad he's not hurting anymore and I hope someday I have another dog like him....he was a good dog.

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Monday, May 18, 2009

New stuff from bfs...I do feel sorry for Ba Ba Booey but

I can watch this pitch over and over and giggle....hehehehe

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Its 21 days until....

THESE GUYS...and my Milfs! This vid seems appropriate for the occasion!!! Much love!

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

For my family...a mention of dad I found

I was checking for a copy of the Obit...and ran across a name I knew...Jeff from Robbins wrote this for the winter ISSDA newsletter...I remember that being in the mailbox throughout my childhood...anyway there is a short remembrance of dad...one I felt is much more fitting then any other so far...and a couple other things that bring up memories.

The other guy that is mentioned...is "the other cop" Lyle that used to hang at Dammitland when I worked there...I worked there on and off from 14-23...and the Dammitland I worked at was the City cop DL...Dad and "the other cop" Lyle passed putdowns and slams about each other through me....its weird to me that they both died last winter...I wish I could remember more of the jokes...I remember it would go "Tell that fat donut eating blob that I'm on shift and he can sit there all night...I'll cover all his calls for him...only way it gets done right anyway."...I can't remember any of the other Lyle's responses...just that he'd make somebody get me if I wasn't out front when he needed to leave and it always started with, "Now sunshine, when you go home remember to tell your dad..." and it always ended with, "if you want me to write it down for you, I will." It was pretty funny...mainly Dad ripped the city cops for sitting at the Donut shop while County was working or hanging out at the gym. They both spent some time thinking about exactly what would be said and made sure my delivery was good!

Also...more donuts...but donuts in the squad car!!!! Oh baby that was a good time!!! I think at some point they changed the rules but when we were little he used to come get us and let us ride with him in the squad for an hour or so....it was always a surprise and he'd take us out one at a time...so you had to wait your turn....usually the point of those outings was to jump the railroad tracks on Boysen Rd repeatedly and if it was winter he usually had found a good donut parking lot. When I was learning to drive he took me out to Kirkwood to teach me to handle the car in ice...there was a huge area that they sprayed with water to make glare ice...I learned to do donuts and the thing where ya go in reverse really fast and then slam on the break and car just spins like a top...that one is more fun! I wasn't able to make myself just lock up the wheels though...it irritated him that I automatically would pump the brake.

Anyway...thought you all might wanna read this...this is what Jeff wrote...

Come to the “Street Survival Seminar”
Remembering retired Sgt. Lyle Covington and Chief Lyle Rusk

As I write this article for the Winter issue, I am looking outside at the icy roads and reminding myself how much I hate winter. For 30 years now I’ve been sliding around on icy roads and snowy drifts in below zero wind chills and it just sucks. In the past, I remember loving the winter
so I could do donuts in parking lots on the midnight shift and bust drifts in someone else’s car (the city’s usually). Where has all the magic gone? Someplace along with my hair and youth, I guess.
I hope by now everyone has seen the information on the upcoming Conference in May, featuring the Caliber Press Street Survival Seminar
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PLEASE make every effort to attend this very worthwhile training opportunity coming to Iowa. Sgt. Bill Melville (Sioux City P.D.) and Officer Ted Stroope (Des Moines P.D.) are working to make this an excellent training event, so get your name in as an attendee as soon as you can. This is a great way to network with others from around the state and get involved in your Association. The conference and training will be in Altoona at Adventureland Inn, with a lot of activities nearby to fill your time as well as your spouse or significant other.

Your Association is working hard getting ready for the legislative session that begins January 12. I have already met with a few local legislators, Rep. Lance Horbach from my home district and Rep. Dawn Pettengill from my neighboring district, and I look forward to seeing them and other legislators throughout the session in Des Moines. Please keep your Board informed if you have ideas or suggestions that we can present to legislators either ourselves or through our new lobbyists, Kellie Paschke and Troy Skinner.

On a more personal side, I wanted to take a moment to remember two special people who passed on recently. These two people had a direct impact on the direction I took in my career as a law enforcement officer. The first is retired Sergeant Lyle Covington,
Cedar Rapids Police Department. Lyle was in charge of the C.R.P.D. Junior Police when I was a snot-nosed kid wanting to be a cop. He patrolled the neighborhood I lived in, and I ran into Lyle on a regular basis. He encouraged me to sign up for the Junior Police, and I spent about four years in that organization, making the rank of Captain (top dog in the J.P.).

Lyle and the other C.R.P.D. officers who worked with us taught a lot about what it is to be a cop, not only the obvious do-what you-have-to-do-and-stay-safe, but the compassionate side about caring for people and doing what is right. Some of you from the Sheriff’s and Deputies will know Lyle and his wife, retired Linn County Deputy Sheriff Sgt. Evelyn Covington. Evelyn was the first female President of ISSDA, and I would on occasion see Evelyn and Lyle at some Association events. I pray that Lyle is at the Donutland in Heaven, watching over Evelyn and the rest of us.

The other loss is retired Robins Police Chief Lyle Rusk. As many of you may be aware, Lyle was accidentally shot at the Robins Police Department by another officer in 2004. He has been in a wheelchair since then, and passed away in November.

Lyle was my Chief while I was a Sergeant in Robins, just prior to taking the Chief’s position in Toledo. He was a mentor and confidant, and he would occasionally buy a round at the City Beat, so we kept him around. Lyle retired as a Sergeant with the Linn County S.O. and went full time with Robins P.D. (he had been part-time Chief for years), with plans for an active retirement, which were tragically cut short.

Both Lyle Covington and Lyle Rusk were excellent police officers, and they are missed by their families and fellow officers.

Again, make your plans now to attend the Conference in Altoona in May. Registration is available on line at the Association website, www.iowachiefs.org.
See you in May.....
Jeff

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Monday, May 11, 2009

Roadtrip this Saturday? Nil8 in Springfield???

I've made two roadtrips to see Nil8 in the past couple months...I'm a bit afraid if I make another one they might take out a restraining order. My legal defense would be that the bass player, Bruce suggested the trip saying this weekends show should be really fun if it wasn't too much just a week after going to Bloomington. At first I thought no but then I realized its a Saturday...I have a couple friends who haven't been able to get out and Saturday would be a day they could and I KNOW they need to run away from life in Rockford for a bit.

So this is how it stands...I'm going to Texas June 3rd...I need to be careful with the monies...if there are 3 people who want to go....we'll leave Saturday bout 5pm...go to the show...split a crackho motel room...and just fuck around Ghetto mama vaca style for a bit. Maybe wander a couple truckstops...i LOVE a truckstop...perhaps get some magic cones and pee standing up on the side of the road (if Alan goes though...he's going NASA style...depends my friend...only way I'm taking you anywhere!)...maybe visit Lincoln's grave and I can tell ya all about the very detailed documentary I saw on the history channel about these people who tried to steal his body and hold it for ransom...that some crazy shit...for real. What I'm saying is...play it by ear...have fun wherever we happen to find it...that sorta thing.

I'm guessing 5 bucks in gas, 5 or 6 for cover, less then 20 in room and whatever you need for drinking and eatin. Pretty cheap mini vacation...get to see an awesome band...one of the few I wouldn't mind seeing two weeks in a row...and if we get lucky and find an unoccupied housekeeping cart...we could recoup our expenses in miniature hygiene products and toilet paper...just make sure you got a big bag!

So...send me a message or give me a call if you are interested...its supposed to be a beautiful weekend...if people wanna go...sounds like a good time to me.

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Sunday, May 10, 2009

For all my milfy friends!

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Sunday, May 10, 2009

I wrote a blog blasting my sons...

I should write an update. Friday night, I went to see Nil8 in Bloomington...leaving the oldest in charge. To be honest, I always kinda dread doing something like that...its not unusual for me to leave for just a few hour and come home to a mess. Actually that's pretty much the norm.

Friday...my boy surprised me. I came home to a house that wasn't only the way I left it but cleaner. My boys do get paid by the chore...so he need the cash but there was a list of 11 chores he did on my desk...and the house looked nice. Well, there is some dispute...number 10 said, "Made sweet passionate love to your fish"...no...I'm not paying for that! lol.

So yeah...there has been improvement. Good job boys!

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Wednesday, May 06, 2009

I finally got a nap...and had a dream

I was in Europe...and going through customs. German Custom Nazi...in my dream he was very much like a Nazi if not one, wouldn't give me the fucking stamp even though I had produced every document he asked for...the fucker would not give me a damn stamp. The people I was with needed to leave me...I was fine with that. The whole way through I was kind and nice as usually...but finally I asked the dude what he thought I was that required so much scrutiny. Did he really think I looked like a terrorist? Hie screamed at me that he thought I might be a prostitute!

So apparently, in my head Germany is really tough on sex trade workers...you wouldn't expect that from looking at German porn. hmmm

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