Wimpiest Cops in the World Part II

Sgt. Steven Daman, Officer Juan Ornelas and Officer Donald Jones of Seattle, are off the hook for being the Wimpiest Cops in the World for tazing a pregnant lady during the issuance of a speeding ticket. Thomas Duran, Frank Tinga, Joseph Sandberg and John Does Nos. 1-10 (13 police officers from El Reno, Oklahoma) now get the distinction for tazing a 86 year old Granny on oxygen confined to a hospital bed, twice.

"According to officer Duran’s official report, Mrs Vernon had taken an 'aggressive posture' in her hospital bed." -full article here 'Don't taze my granny!' American police accused of using a Taser on an 86-year-old, bed-ridden grandmother

I wish it was a joke folks.

Dear Thomas Duran, Frank Tinga, Joseph Sandberg and John Does Nos. 1-10 of El Reno, Oklahoma, I hope you google yourselves and see that I think you are pathetic, wimpy excuses for protectors of the public. I hope your coworkers never let you live this down.

Chubby Cheeks

Reassurance

We got the cradle today. Mom sent it. It had a sock monkey in it from Rockford, my home town. We put it together. I unpacked little clothes and baby sheets. And the dog got fidgety. She laid near the cradle uncomfortably watching. While I moved things around in the closet and bustled about I heard the Kid telling the Dog

"Don't worry, I know it looks like a lot, but when the new baby comes even though there will be less time for us she will still love us."

Trees

I'm sitting in the dining room enjoying a coffee and watching the trees rustle around in the wind. The forest surrounds our apartment complex and it drowns out whatever city noises could waft in. It also has critters in it. So far I've seen more June Bugs in the parking lot than I've seen in my life, I've started "Lizard watch 2010" and am up to 7. The other night, a big brown Cockroach ran in the door and down the hallway with the dog chasing it towards me. It was so big, my first instinct was to scream "MOUSE!" This is what you get when you have trees and un-manicured wildness around you. I like it.

The last place had wood chips around every palm tree and rose bushes that were carefully monitored for productivity. When any plant failed to look it's best the daily gardeners would replace it with something more fruitful. The truck came through spraying great clouds of pesticides every few nights and the exterminator did around each building every week. It was pristine, like a hotel. It never felt like home to me. I need a little dirt and a name carved into the sidewalk, a glob of yellow bubble gum to avoid stepping on, tree roots sicking out of the dirt and interesting bugs that sound like maracas in the rustling leaves. I need a little wild around the edges.

Is it Thursday?

I have a head cold. I was hoping I wouldn't get it after it took Dan down for three nights last week, but alas it's seized my face and crawled inside and when Dan gets home tonight, I'm going to lay down and just wish for time to pass quickly. On the bright side, the new apartments are making my life sooo much easier, the kid is out there in the court yard playing with all the neighbor kids. Occasionally she runs in to use the facilities or cool down, I handed out a few popsicles once and the sidewalk chalk made an appearance but otherwise my involvement in today's play schedule has thankfully been cut. Thus freeing me up to work on getting my hardware all hooked up and blog while glancing out the window occasionally and wondering what they're talking about.

In other news, I went to the doc yesterday and she said I am not close to delivery yet, but this boy is about 6lbs and head down. She suspects he'll be about 8lbs when he's finally ready to make his debut. Besides the head cold, everything is normal and good. Mom is still planning to come down when I deliver to help out with Ella and let me get my bearings, thank God.

Apron Strings

The night before last, it stormed. It was super loud and close. Dan and I woke up and he went to check on Ella, she was sound asleep. Dan came back and we laid there in the dark listening to the atmosphere rumble and crack. He said "She's probably going to wake up soon and yell for one of us , do you want me to just go get her now?" after a moment of thought I said "Yeah, you're probably right." She didn't wake up when he brought her in and put her snuggled up between us. She didn't wake up when the dog snuck up into the bed and I gave in letting the frightened dog sleep on my feet. And the next morning Ella said "What storm?"

After the weekend

We're moved. Now the long slog of unpacking and finding things as well as the realization that our furniture was meant for a giant Victorian building in IL not a little modern place on the coast of TX. I will post pictures as soon as things a put away a little more.

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I am pregnant "out to here!" (put your arms straight forward and make an exasperated face) I spend my time sleeping, fretting about unpacking and being mad about things. For instance it's June, in Texas and I'm pregnant out to there, and that should be cause enough to be mad.

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