Disturbing Halloween decoration

So, last week, someone called into the PD with a report of a disturbing Halloween decoration. An officer was dispatched out to the address and confirmed that it was a disturbing decoration. There was a dead woman on the roof of her mobile home.
Apparently, she was cleaning her gutters and died of natural causes, staying on the roof and decomposing. They estimated she had died a few days earlier. People had seen her on the roof, but assumed it was just a display for the season.
I wonder how the caller and the other people that saw this woman on the roof felt.
I found it humorous (maybe I'm messed up), but also sad.

I ran through the woods

So I was thinking tonight. Mostly how much I want a guy, but also why I don't like Dream Guy's girlfriend so much. I think it's because he has one, if I had a boyfriend, I don't think I'd care. Also, if I wasn't really wanting one, I don't think I'd care that much either. There's also the proximity thing. He's so close, so much about him is what I want in a guy, if he were across town, I wouldn't care as much. Actually there is another officer who's life kinda mirrors Dream Guy's life (they both have nice trucks, both cops, both have motorcycles, both are good looking, and both have girlfriends).
I've also noticed this with the cops. I was noticing this week, that since I haven't walked past the cars, I don't yearn as much to talk to them, or be close to them (not in a sexy way, I know some of y'all were thinking it). It's not as painful either, it hurts when I walk by the cars and I don't get to ride in them, talk to the officers (or whatever, still not sure why there's a yearning), and when I don't walk by them it doesn't hurt as much. Though I do know that when I get off work tomorrow, I'll be walking by them (guess I'm a glutton for punishment).

So I realized today what the Plain Sight Doctrine is: the thing that you're looking for is in plain sight and the hardest to find (that is right, isn't it? lol). Or maybe that's the civilians version of it.

I was also realizing today, that whenever I put on my new boots, I wanna go out and party or do something really fun. And I REALLY LOVE THESE BOOTS. And my friends are sick of hearing that. But that's a good sign, it would be really bad if I bought them and decided I didn't really like them, or hated them. I just wish it were warmer so I could try out the other reason I got them for.
I'm really wanting warmer weather: to ride, to swim, to wear skimpier clothing. I think most of it is just cause I didn't really have a vacation this year. The other part (that I just realized now) I believe is because I'm not in class. Usually when I don't have class for more than a week it's summer time.
Some one please take me away from here.

Here's a song for the mood I'm in:

Hell Yeah by Montgomery Gentry

He works way too much for way too little
He drinks way too early till way too late
He hasn't had a raise since New Year's Day
In eighty-eight gets trampled by everyone
Except when he comes in here
And he's the product of the Haggard generation
He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated
He got the gold toothed look from a stiff right hook
He's proud he took for his right wing stand on Vietnam
Says he lost his brother there

He yells out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he says

Hell yeah!
Turn it up!
Right on!
Hell Yeah!
Sounds good!
Sing that song!
Guitar man playin' all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
Life was good and love was easy

She's got an MBA and a plush corner office
She's got a don't mess with me attitude
She'll close a deal she don't reveal that she can feel
The loneliness the emptiness
Except when she comes in here
She's the product of the Me generation
She's got a rock and roll side when you get her agitated
She got the tattoo there on her derriere from a spring break dare
In Panama where love was all she thought she'd ever need

She yells out to the band
Know any Bruce Springsteen
Then she jumps up on the bar
And she, and she starts to scream
She says

Hell yeah!
Turn it up!
Right on!
Hell yeah!
Sounds good!
Sing that song!
Guitar man playin' all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
When life was good and love was easy

Yeah, yeah
Can or can't you get my mind off thinkin' 'bout
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Hey, hell yeah

Hell yeah
Turn it up
Right on
Hell yeah
Sounds good
Sing that song
Guitar man playin' all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
When life was good

Hell yeah!
Turn it up!
Right on!
Hell yeah!
Sounds good!
Sing that song!
Guitar man playin' all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
When life was good and love was easy

To tell you the truth I've been with her myself

So, I was thinking about one of my cop buddies (the one you think is good-looking, Goddess) today, because I sliced myself open doing art. A little background first.
Four years ago on Feb 14th, I was starting the Citizen's Police Academy (CPA) and a senior in high school. Through the CPA I met most of the officers I know today. Personally I love knowing who protects my streets. One of them, S (guy I mentioned above), I rode with the Sat after graduation from the CPA, and I developed a deeper friendship with him than the others. Part of that would be because I mentioned that I emailed the chief and chatted with him, so S gave me his email, the other part would be cause I mentioned I loved motorcycles, but had never gone on a motorcycle ride. So, in June or July of that year, I got my first motorcycle ride, on the back of his bike, if any of you haven't been on a ride, it's one of the most exhilerating (sp?) things to go on. The wind rushing through your hair, and past you, it just makes you feel so free (but I would recommend a helmet, we went on back county roads, and sad to say, I had my eyes shut, cause the wind bothered them soo much). On that ride, he showed me his new Dodge truck, and of course where he lived (happened to be near me), because of this, I would see him in the neighborhood frequently. My freshman year of college, I still delivered newspapers as one of my jobs, and he worked nights, so I would see him coming back from the gym and we used to talk. One of my happiest memories would be leaning in his truck window barefoot on the blacktop street talking to him. But enough reminiscing.
As his part-time job he drives an ambulance. This would be the reason I was thinking about him today. The other day when I was talking to him, he said I always seemed to have some kind of ailment. Now, I happen to be one of those persons who doesn't complain if they're in pain or somethings wrong (cause I've gone to the dr's office too many times and wasted my afternoons just to have them tell me they didn't know what was wrong and if it got worse to go to the ER), so many of my friends never hear me complain about anything. Well, the reason I tell him about it is cause he drives an ambulance (and maybe somewhere in there I want some sympathy), so I like to know if he thinks anything is wrong, beyond the normal. I guess he just doesn't get that, I think it's just cause he doesn't wanna deal with that when he's not at his job. So, I'll try to refrain from complaining to him anymore. But sometimes you want someone to complain to.
Back to me slicing myself open. That was a stupid mistake. Most of y'all know, I'm an artist, some of you have seen my work, and think I'm pretty good. Well, I was working on a project that I started years ago (I found the main piece in a box when I was cleaning last month). So, I was trying to get a background for it. Well, a year or so ago I received some free samples of that fake wood flooring (ya know the kind that just snaps together), so I was thinking about using that as a background, but I decided I liked the size but not the fake wood, so I was taking the laminate wood design off, and of course it can't all come off in a big sheet, so I was gradually taking it off by sliding the blade of a mini (thank god it was a mini) pocket knife under it. Well, stupide me, I had my left hand in front of the blade (yes, I know, you should always have your hands behind the blade, because of these kind of accidents), and my right hand pushed a little too hard sending the knife nicely into my hand. Thankfully the blade only went 1/4 inch in the skin. So, now it hurts when I press my hand on something, cause it's about where the pointer finger meets the hand, little bit lower, but still nicely enough in the way when I hold something, or put my hand down to press on something. GO ME! Yeah, that kinda put that project on hold (for about 5 min while I waited for the bleeding to let up), then I got the rest of the fake wood off and nicely scraped up my knuckles. Now I don't know what I want for a background. If I ever get this project done, I'll take a pic and post it for y'all to see, then you can decide if you think I'm a good artist or not. Art is hazardous.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales

So I work both Men's and Women's games today. And it's fucking cold, I believe it was about 14 degrees, but with the wind felt like 7 or 8. Can you guess how many idiots (most of them students) that came up to the door in little less than a sweatshirt? They never learn. Thankfully, not many of them complained about the cold, I probably would have blown up at them. I knew it was cold, I was standing there freezing (cause we don't get more than a light windbreaker to wear) and I was at the north doors (where the wind was coming from), I couldn't feel my fingers or toes by the time the game started at 1 (we opened the doors at noon), and I had gloves on. That sucked. Today, my boss said it was going to be the biggest game of the year, so every seat was reserved (the students usually have a student section where they can sit wherever). I only had 3 people come to me with the regular student ticket, one was a guy and his girlfriend, who just wanted to be an ass cause he had his tickets, the other was oblivious that he needed a different ticket.
And some idiot decided to come to the game drunk. Apparently someone noticed him in the Men's bathroom and he was arrested by the city cops. Now here's the weird thing, he was given the choice between going home, or being arrested, and he choose to be arrested. Idiot. It's gotta really suck, because he had to be transported to the county jail instead of staying in the city. Now, I don't know how much bail is for public intox, but I'm pretty sure it's not too cheap, and (I'm not positive on this either) it's the weekend, so he's probably there til Monday morning. I don't understand stupid people. But on the plus side, the officers were waiting at my door with the guy, so I got to oogle them while they were waiting for a car to pick him up.
So, I went grocery shopping after I got done at the game, and then came home. Well my dad calls me to ask how my snow shoveling was going. I'm kinda pissed at him right now. I froze at work, I froze walking home from work, and even though I just had some lasagna I'm STILL FUCKING COLD. I have to go back to the women's game tonight, if you think I'm gonna go out in the cold and shovel snow, just to get all sweaty and go back to the game all sweaty you're nuts.
Goddess has already gotten an earful on this subject, so I thought I'd share some of it with you all. Again I'm bummed about being single. It started last night, when I was bummed about not having a pillow, and that led me to thinking about Patch, cause he used to "let" me use his chest as a pillow. Then this morning, I woke up at about 5:30, I couldn't stick my music on, because my alarm was set to go off at 6:15, so I just kinda dozed. Well I started dreaming about dream guy. So then I woke up to real life, where I can't have dream guy and am very single. And I had a comment from Patch on my MSN site, and that got me bummed because he said he was gonna write about his cross country trip. Now I may or may not have said this before but, Patch keeps telling me he's gonna visit me. The last time I talked to him, he told me next time he went on a trip he'd come visit me. Well, I talked to him once after that and he said he was in some state, but didn't say at all that he was coming to visit me. And then in this comment, he said he was still working on it. Now, I really do like him (don't know if it's more) but I am so sick of that promise. Course he knows, all he has to say is "I'm gonna come meet you some time" and my heart will melt and we'll chat again. I can't do that. That's why I stopped talking to him before, and he says that (more or less as one of the first things) in this comment, and I couldn't talk to him. I miss him dreadfully, but I've also gotten used to broken promises from guys, and I know I shouldn't be used to that, I shouldn't give people that edge. I'm so sick of having guys promise me stuff and never deliver. I was hoping that nothing would happen to make me more bummed about being single. Thankfully, nothing has YET.

This high speed rodeo is all I know

UGH! Who do I complain to when there's no one online to complain to? Plus it's after 10 so I don't wanna call anyone and bug them if they're doing something. So, lucky for all you readers you get to read about it.
I'm pissed about something at work, but I will not complain about that. I don't need someone from work to find this and read something that was a heat of the moment comment and get my ass fired or get in trouble for it. Though I'd love to.
Something else that happened at work. Well, I saw my two hottie cop neighbors. And I hate how they don't quite know it's me. One of them I'm pretty sure doesn't even know I live across the street from him. He's the one that works with the University police that was in a near fatal motorcycle accident last May. So, I understand that, but the other one (Dream Guy) knows I live across the street and he knows I work at the Center. But I guess it's the whole different places, different clothes crap. Cause last year, I'm pretty sure he knew I worked there and lived across the street from him. This year I've rarely seen him in person, mostly it's in a city police car and of course he doesn't recognize me, or in person at work. But it annoys me to death. And of course talking to hott cops makes me nervous, course talking to hotties makes me nervous and talking to cops I don't know that well makes me nervous so stick them together. Plus, they're usually only passing by and either don't wanna talk, or don't have time.

The other thing I'm complaining about, and not caring if someone from my Yahoo! group finds this and reads this. As most of you know I do art, and I've been told I'm pretty good at it. Well, lately I've been doing things called Art Trading Cards, where the canvas is the size of a baseball card, and we create sets according to certain themes. I'm sure you can find something if you google it. Anyways, one of the groups I'm in deals with the theme of collage, meaning we are sent a package of items, and we have to use at least one of the items on our card and write on the back what we used. Well, the owner/moderator (person who runs the group) has been MIA for the last couple of months, and we've tried individual emails, and group emails, since no one really knows her personally, that's all we can really do. Well, one of the members M posted a message the other day wondering what we could really do, to me (I suppose I could be wrong) it sounded like she wanted someone to take over or create a new group and do swaps as we used to. Get a package of stuff do the cards in about a month, send to the owner who would swap them out and get them back to us within 2 or 3 weeks. So, I proposed to do that, to which she replied today, that if it was the same setup, she just wouldn't like to be in the group. THEN WHAT THE HELL DOES SHE WANT? She knows how the group is run, and most of the people like the slow pace of only one swap a month (in another group we have multiple swaps going on at the same time), and there's nothing any of us can do since we don't know the moderator personally, and only the moderator can change anything in the group. I so wanted to send a bitchy email back to her, but I bit my lip.
I'm so sick of dealing with people that say one thing and then turn around and say another. Or maybe I'm just so pissed with what happened at work, which didn't make much sense. I just wanna hit something.

What A Beautiful Day

I just saw the most beautiful site. I was walking by the PD about 2 min before shift change and I saw my whole fleet lined up waiting. Picture 7 of the cars below all lined up. Actually we have two new impalas (and the new impalas don't look like that), a Ford Crown Victoria (for the "larger officers" [or so I was told]), and almost all the cars have the new light bars (I wanna say high definition, but I'm pretty sure that's not right). Still a pretty damn nice site. I guess the only thing better would have been to see the afternoon shift come out and get into the cars.

Something bad's gonna happen tonight

Ah, another exciting day in the life of me. Got up, checked my email, watched TV til about 5 when I decided I should go for a walk. Ran into one of my cop buddies, B, (I had sent him an email asking if I could share some of my cake with him) it was nice to chat with him, wierdly he says he's allergic to wheat flour, that's gotta suck. Poor baby. I did find out no one gets any vacation this week, with it being the 4th of July and all, so all my guys are on. Also found out another one of our cars got wrecked so that was why I was seeing the impala with the shield (a backup car, in case a car gets wrecked or fucked up), I hate that car. Plus, now we have 2 cars without cages, that also sucks.
So, my body's back in this cycle where my stomach is hungry but my brain isn't so I'm not eating that much again. That's gotta be good, and since all I have to eat is cake at the moment, I've got a real healthy/nutritious diet going. I have a headache at the moment, and my country music which generally takes care of it isn't working. Also, I'm in a mood, so yeah. Also, found out I can pull out the hair on my legs rather than shaving them, that's gotta be good.
So, now that I've throughly depressed you...