Tuesday, February 9, 2010

the mysterious fuzz balls

 

Since HF was in the academy, these little black fuzz balls started appearing all over the house, but mostly in abundance in our bedroom. Here's a little pile I gathered. We didn't know what they were for so long. At first we thought it was mouse poop. There were so many fuzz balls that I though there must've been a whole rat family taking up shelter in our house (I am frightened of rodents and was ready to blow the place up with dynamite. Or at least move out.) One night when I came upstairs to go to bed I saw HF down on his hands and knees examining these little black bits that were sprinkled all over the place. We still didn't know what they were! Then one day when HF got home from work and I was just waking up, I sat up and watched as he removed his socks and began rubbing and picking off all these little fuzzies from his feet without even noticing. "It's you!" I accused. Then we felt pretty dumb for not realizing what it had been all these months. He went from wearing flip flops everyday to combat boots and thick black socks. So of course we wouldn't know where it was coming from. The only frustrating thing about it really is that our vacuum won't pick it up so I have to gather it all up by hand.

Anyone else have an infestation of black fuzz balls all over their house from their man's (or woman's) boots and socks?

Monday, February 8, 2010

police wives used to be hard to find. . .

but not anymore! The list of PWs over there on my side bar keeps growing and growing. I haven't counted lately, but I'm thinking it's between 60-70 blogs. Today I *met* Elizabeth of Confessions of a Working Mom. She's funny. She's a lot of other great things too, but definitely has a great sense of humor.

***updated***   Simply Complicated. She just started blogging and has a great list of how becoming a police wife has changed her life. Sound familiar?  

Sunday, February 7, 2010

happy award and new blogs

 

Thank you Natalie for the blog award.  Here are the rules for accepting:
  • Copy the award image into a post
  • List 10 things that make you happy
  • Tag 10 bloggers who brighten your day
  • Put a link to their blogs
  • Notify the award receivers
  • Recipients should link back to the sender's blog
my 10 happy things (which I may or may not have mentioned in previous posts):
  1. grapefruit (the food and any other grapefruit scented item)
  2. a clean and organized home
  3. karaoke
  4. bad acting or cheesy movies
  5. AC/DC for some reason and other similar music
  6. Delilah 
  7. FOOD
  8. rain
  9. the outdoors
  10. when people tell embarrassing/funny stories
Here's ten people I'm giving it out to. No pressure if it's not your cup of tea.

Lisa at Happily Ever After in Seattle
Rebecca at The Blessings of Modern Domestication
Jillian at Mom to a Princess
Mar at a Life Live to Glorify Him
Tara at Just One Moment in Forever
The Wonderful World of Shaw
Stacia at the Johnson Squad
Paula at Paula's Place
KD at Life While Handcuffed to a Lawman
TM at the Sun is Always Blue

Oh, and a there's a couple of new police wife blogs:
Pam Landy at Requesting Backup 
Gruber Family: Cuffed and Loving it!

Lura and Kim, thank you for your sweet comments you left on previous posts.  I know there are lots of you that leave comments that don't have blogs or have elected to keep them private for one reason or another. I appreciate all your comments. I'm glad we're in this all together.

Friday, February 5, 2010

there really are good people out there (by HF)

The other day I was working a basketball game for a local University.  I was patrolling one of the concourses when a couple approached me and asked me if I would be willing to do something for them.  I asked them how I could be of service and they showed me a little T-shirt. 

"There's this little boy in our section and he's in a wheel chair.  He looks pretty disabled and he's here with just his mom.  We thought it would be cool if you presented him with this T-shirt on behalf of the school."

I asked the couple how they knew the boy and his mother and they exclaimed that they didn't know them at all and wanted me to give him the T-shirt so their gift would be anonymous.  I was touched.  I agreed and we walked together toward their section in the stands.  As we got closer I told another officer what we were about to do.  He pulled out a "junior police officer" sticker and handed it to me. 

"Deputize him while your at it!" he said.

When we arrived at the couple's section, they quickly made their way back to their seats and watched from above.  The other officer and I made our way to the little boy in the wheel chair and his mother.  When we arrived I introduced us and addressed the boy,

"The university would like to thank you for coming to support the team and would like to give you this special T-shirt. We would also like to make you a junior police officer today." 

I handed his mother the badge and she placed it on her son's chest.  Her eyes welled up with tears and she thanked us for doing what we did.  As I walked away I glanced up at the couple who had given me and this little family this wonderful gift.  I waved and they tearfully smiled back at me.

Earlier that day I had been feeling pretty dark about the state of the world.  I was wondering if there really were any decent people left in the world.  Then this happened.  My faith in humanity was restored.  I never got a chance to thank the couple after the game for their wonderful act of anonymous kindness.  I never got to thank them for giving me the opportunity to be the face of their simple act of kindness.  I have no doubt that this will have positive after effects for our department.  Where ever you are, thank you.  Thank you for giving me the opportunity to do this wonderful thing.  You made me and my department look heroic that day.  You guys are the real heroes and I will always remember what you did.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

fighting

Recently I discovered another Police blog, Cop Mama. She's been a cop for 15 years and is also the mom to two very small boys. She blogs a little about everything and I've been enjoying reading. A few days ago I read her post, This Is How WE Fight. She posted a conversation she had with her husband via text messages that could've easily escalated into a fight and she shows how her husband used humor to defuse the situation and later when they talked they both agreed that they should use humor more often. She then asked her readers, "what tools have YOU and your spouse found to defuse an argument?"

Humor, for us, is really helpful in dissolving a potential fight. In my opinion, this has always been one of our strengths as a couple. I can think of a few specific examples:

ME: I am so angry with you right now. I really don't want to be, but it's just so easy to be sometimes.

HF: That's why it's so hard being a super hero. The moment you do something human, everyone turns on you.

He always says these sort of dumb things, but no matter how angry I am, it usually makes me crack up, or at least smile. When I laugh or smile, he usually keeps it up and smothers me with affection so we can talk in a more loving and respectful manner about the problem.

One day during dinner I was furious with HF for something (must've not been very important because I can't even remember what it was now) and I got up to get the milk out of the fridge. Behind the kids' backs I gave HF a death glare. He stopped eating, dropped his fork and said, "Oh no you di'int". He was out of his chair and chasing me in a split second. I was so surprised by this that I actually screamed and ran up the stairs laughing. I was also unsure of what he was going to do. He came after me and tackled me on our bed where we ended up kissing. I was no longer angry at him and we could talk rationally about what had caused my anger towards him.

Most recently, HF looked at me and noting my look of disappointment, he said, "You think I'm hot, don't you." I didn't say anything. He said again, "you think I'm cute, huh." I finally smiled and said, "Yes. I do." Then he added, "It's impossible for you to be mad at me right now because I'm so cute." Again, he made me laugh and shake my head at him. And he uses that one about his looks when I'm especially angry. We could be totally having it out and he'll say, "Even though you are yelling at me right now, you can't help but think how hot I look in these jeans. You are so attracted to me right now. You want me don't you." How can you stay angry and fighting with someone who randomly says something like that to you.

We've been fighting. In fact, we have had a couple of what I consider to be real doozies lately. What it comes down to is the change in HF in regards to his communication style mostly. He seems so angry all the time and there is no reasoning with him. No one likes to be told when they are wrong, etc. That causes one to become defensive. We've been told that this is normal for every cop early on and that it goes away with time. I tend to believe more along the line that it's still a decision that you make to be angry and it won't go away with time unless you deal with it appropriately. I'm not very sympathetic to the whole "I'm acting this way because of . . . " stuff. If you know how to act and what's appropriate, then you just do it! I understand that he is going to change, but no matter how much reading I do about how becoming a cop affects your loved one, I expect him to communicate with me in a better way and sit down with me so we can both talk about it. I also know that I can't make him do what I want him to do. He knows what's right and he's an adult. I know he has the tools, and I know he knows what I expect. I know he wants the same thing as I do. It's the same for me as well when I am struggling and need to change.

While I'm not worried and hopeless about our relationship, I am impatient and frustrated with the slowness of change. After a day of fighting, sometimes I think how can I make this right. How can I make things better. How can I nurture love and forgiveness in our relationship. I suspect he's asking himself the same things. We both end up texting each other apologies and hugging it out when he comes home. Or sometimes it's not until we're in bed and the silence is too much for us to bear and we end up inching towards one another until our feet are tangled up together. It doesn't solve the problems. It doesn't make all the anger and hurt go away, but we love each other and neither of us like how it feels when there is tension between us.

I guess what bothers me the most is that HF has always been a lover not a fighter. That is something that drew me to him early on. He is very forgiving and I am not that way. I am a fighter and don't want to forgive so easily. Lately I have realized how much I have relied on this strength of his. I have always seen him as a very Christ-like person, which is how I would like to be. I also realized that it's always HF and not me that uses humor when angry. He's the one that makes things better when we are fighting. That's why his suddenly being a fighter instead of a lover has got us all in disarray. I expect him to be the one to make it better. I've never known him to turn the tables on me.

I'm not writing this as a plea for help or for advice. I'm just putting it out there more as a conversation starter because I think we all have our times of disconnect in our relationships. I think that certain professions such as being a police officer adds strain at various times throughout the relationship as well. We are still adjusting to this lifestyle. HF is still adjusting to his job and the responsibility that that entails. I guess what I'm saying is we are all going to fight in one way or another and how we fight affects the path that we will travel in our relationships. Without humor making an appearance in our fights, I don't know how we would forgive one another and move on stronger and wiser as we grow old together. Granted it doesn't always work, but it really does most of the time.

What are your stories? How do you keep a fight from escalating?

In my best Linda Richman accent (Mike Meyers in SNL's Coffee Talk), "I'm all verklempt. Talk amongst yourselves!"

P.S. Today is one of HF's days off. He spent it not being able to get out of bed and then going with his partner to another officer's house to go through all his Vietnam era junk that his wife was making him get rid of and brought home a bunch of new crap which I asked him if he knew where he was going to keep it. He said he would find a place and that I wouldn't even see it. I told him it better be a room of requirement (Harry Potter reference). Then after making dinner for three screaming children and dealing with them all day on my own and getting them to bed, he puts in an episode of the Backyardigans because he has "one of their songs stuck in his head and this is the only way to get it out". Talk about making me angry! :)

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

will it blend?



Have you guys heard of Will it Blend? I want this machine so bad. The Magic Bullet that I raved about so much a few months ago is giving me some trouble. I actually watched this being demoed (is that how you spell it?) at Costco around Christmas.

Anyway, I have been watching these Will it Blend? videos at You tube and just had to share this one of the airsoft gun. I've also mentioned previously that I'm not exactly thrilled with HF's airsoft addiction hobby. It would be too tempting to blend one of HF's airsoft guns. I smile at the idea of myself holding one of his M16's in this machine as it slowly gets smaller and smaller until it turns to dust. (This is meant to be funny by the way. I'm not really crazy like that. I do hate airsoft, but we all have our interests, right?)

Oh, and just so you know, the very basic of this model is "on sale" for $399.99. *whistles*

Saturday, January 30, 2010

giant doughnut cake

On Thursday night, HF and I wandered into Williams Sonoma. They had this giant donut cake pan on display and I immediately thought of some excellent uses for it. HF's birthday for one. Maybe it's just me, but wouldn't it be hilarious to take this into the station on his birthday? I think it's pretty cute and I would probably get a lot of use out of it. And as far as prices go for Williams Sonoma, $19.95 ain't bad!

Friday, January 29, 2010

getting too old to party all night

It happened last night. I turned 30. And I'm still alive. Or as many friends have said to me this week, "thirty, flirty, and thriving!" (13 going on 30 movie reference). For your information, HF has done a really lousy job at celebrating my birthdays over the years, and finally this year I warned him that something really bad would happen to him if he didn't make my 30th special. I haven't been especially excited about turning 30.

This year, all the stars were aligned and my birthday fell on one of his days off. Every day during the week, there would be a knock on our door and there would be a package from him. We aren't spenders, and I don't like money being spent on me, but it was such a nice surprise to get a little something from him each day. I had not expected it at all.He was certain that he would have to be gone on my birthday, so he was giving me a week long bithday.

Last night we got dressed up in our fanciest and he took me to a very fancy 5 star restaurant. Unfortunately, I got pretty sick afterwards. I guess I'm not used to eating that way, or there was something bad, or I'm not sure, but I felt pretty sick to my stomach afterwards. I have never eaten at such a fancy place. Someone came and put the napkins across our laps and they placed a teensy ball of sorbet in front of us to cleanse out palate. The starter salad was probably the best part of the whole meal. It was mixed greens with freshly grated parmesan and thyme on top. It was heavenly. I chose a very basic meal of herb roasted chicken, buttermilk mashed potatoes, and vegetables. I'm pretty sure it was the gravy that made me sick.

After dinner we did some shopping and then he took me to see Sherlock Holmes. I really enjoyed this movie.
And the gifts don't end there. I got to sleep in today until I wanted. I got up at noon because I was meeting friends for lunch. It just about killed me staying out until 1 a.m. First sign of aging? The inability to stay up late?

Anyway, I think I like 30.

Robot birthday party

 On Tuesday we had a Robot birthday for our now 4 year old son, Luke. We started the morning with robot waffles and fruit.
 
For the treat bag, I made "nuts & bolts". Idea here. Mine was made up of chocolate chex cereal, honey nut cheerios, pretzel sticks, and m&ms. 
 
 Another snack, "Memory Cells", is made up of Pirate's Booty.
 
 "Machine Oil" aka cranberry juice.
  Oh, and robot bentos for lunch. This is a Wall-E sandwich and Eve egg. See on fuzz food and link to anna the red's instructions on how to build Wall-E. She does amazing work.
 The robot cupcakes which look nothing like they were supposed to. The perfectionist in me was kind of ticked about it.
 
 Activity: Coloring robot pictures. I just googled 'robot coloring page' and found this guy.
 
 Activity: building Lego robots
 
  Activity: building robot costumes out of cardboard boxes and tinfoil.
 
Present received: Robot pajamas by Carter 
  
Present received: lift off rocket by iplay seen here.
My sister made Luke this little patchwork robot doll. I love it. I don't know if he's as thrilled about it as me though.

All in all a very successful day. He loves being 4 so far.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

frivolous finds: police gifts







This is out of order: (you can click on the pictures above for more info)

  1. The Complete Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. 
  2. Playmobil Swat in carrying case. I got this for HF at Christmastime at Walmart of all places for around $11. Check out all the police playmobil stuff here. This stuff is cute!
  3. Keen Eddie: The Complete Series. This is HF's cop fantasy show. It's a comedy and we get a lot of laughs out of it. You can read more about the show here.
  4. Quiqlite concealed pocket light. (for chest pocket in uniform)