I swear today took forever to get through AND its only Thursday...well pratically Friday. Thank goodness. Two reasons: end of the work week and I'm pretty sure tomorrow is my payday. I have enough of work this past week to probably last me a good month. I'm more excited about Saturday though, we're going to be headed out to the range. Finally!
It was my idea. He's been to the range a couple times this past month and for work in order to qualify. I haven't been in months and I'm itching to get out there.
I'm sure too I'll be asked again by him when I'm going to get a gun. Truth is, I'm not sure. I don't even know what kind of gun I want. I really like his service weapon...a Glock 22 I think, but the hand grip is slightly cumbersome for my smaller hands.
Regardless, I need a chance to relax this weekend and being with Sam at the range is definitely going to be a great start. I'm also hoping to get in some workout time as well.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
The swing
I thought about titling this post "the revolving door" but that always carries such a negative conotation and I thought swings are always fun.
One minute Sam is absolutely certain that he wants out of his city and out of the force. He curses it. Swears up and down that he hates work and will never go back. I hear about it literaly 24/7. But it takes one dinner with my parents this weekend and he was backpeddling just a little. He went on an undercover bit Friday morning and the few arsons that popped up and he was all excited about being a cop again, talking to my parents about trying for the detective bureau. I swear, I can't win with this man.
But then he hates having the posibility of blood on his hands. He almost killed a man on a call. He had the conscious thought to put a bullet in the man's head if he made the slightest movement. Please excuse my graphic description. He has a habit of telling me about work in a pretty raw and honest manner. He was on a call to a suspicious person sitting in a car. He approached the car, the man was sitting in the front seat slumped over and his hands out of sight. He shone his light in the car and saw the gun on the man's lap. The man was unresponsive, passed out drunk, a fact he says saved the man's life.
I'm not sure if he's still bothered by it or if he loses sleep over it. He can't exactly afford to lose sleep over it but I do think he still thinks about it and tries not too. I think I'm the one that loses sleep over things that happen at his work. Its why I stay up late on nights that I have to be up early for work the next morning...much like tonight. At least its his short week so I'll only be up late three nights this week instead of four. I wish I had more control over these nights.
One minute Sam is absolutely certain that he wants out of his city and out of the force. He curses it. Swears up and down that he hates work and will never go back. I hear about it literaly 24/7. But it takes one dinner with my parents this weekend and he was backpeddling just a little. He went on an undercover bit Friday morning and the few arsons that popped up and he was all excited about being a cop again, talking to my parents about trying for the detective bureau. I swear, I can't win with this man.
But then he hates having the posibility of blood on his hands. He almost killed a man on a call. He had the conscious thought to put a bullet in the man's head if he made the slightest movement. Please excuse my graphic description. He has a habit of telling me about work in a pretty raw and honest manner. He was on a call to a suspicious person sitting in a car. He approached the car, the man was sitting in the front seat slumped over and his hands out of sight. He shone his light in the car and saw the gun on the man's lap. The man was unresponsive, passed out drunk, a fact he says saved the man's life.
I'm not sure if he's still bothered by it or if he loses sleep over it. He can't exactly afford to lose sleep over it but I do think he still thinks about it and tries not too. I think I'm the one that loses sleep over things that happen at his work. Its why I stay up late on nights that I have to be up early for work the next morning...much like tonight. At least its his short week so I'll only be up late three nights this week instead of four. I wish I had more control over these nights.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Worry wort
I was taking the dogs out this evening when the lights and sirens came whirring by as local boys ran code three somewhere down the street. It reminded me of how much I (constently) worry about Sam when he works graveyard. But it also made me wonder if he ever worries about me home alone at night.
I asked him thinking he'd come back with a slick answer of how I have two guns in the house. But no. He said that he did worry about me. For good reason, I worry about myself too. I'll be glad when he's in a normal job with normal hours, we won't have to worry about each other.
I asked him thinking he'd come back with a slick answer of how I have two guns in the house. But no. He said that he did worry about me. For good reason, I worry about myself too. I'll be glad when he's in a normal job with normal hours, we won't have to worry about each other.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody
(quote by Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower)
Big changes are coming for Sam and I. I may have touched on this earlier in the blog but if I haven't, Sam has chosen to leave the force for good. I believe its a choice for the better. The department he works for isn't the fairest, in fact I think he mentioned that over 30 officers have left the department in the two years he's been there and another ten or eleven officers are set to leave this year. I love that he's my officer but I'll be happy when he leaves for good.
He gets treated like shit to put it simply. Overworked, under appreciated and under paid. I just became a full-time employee at my job making $12.50 an hour, so a little under $1000 every two weeks after taxes. My last paycheck with twelve hours over time I came in over $1000. He saw and actually took a picture of my paycheck and sent it to Dan (who just left the department last week) stating that even though I make less than him hourly ($16.90 an hour), at the end of two weeks I in fact make more. I'm currently the breadwinner in the household....which I think upsets him. He shouldn't have to live paycheck to paycheck, which is his current financial situation. We didn't go to the movies this weekend because there is no money in his bank account. My offering to pay doesn't seem to help his position.
I think he's leaning toward nursing. He was talking with a nurse down in the ER when he was there during shift. The nurse said they made $40 an hour. I would like to think a person who has the chance to be shot at every day at work should be making the $40 an hour. He hasn't started applying yet; I think he wants to talk to someone at the community college about classes before hand. Maybe he'll start looking into that soon.
As for me. I've gotten two job offers for the company my company is contracted by. I don't have full details yet, so I'm not about to make my decisions but it seems that both do make more money. Hopefully this week I'll have more of an idea what the positions are and what they entail.
Big changes are coming for Sam and I. I may have touched on this earlier in the blog but if I haven't, Sam has chosen to leave the force for good. I believe its a choice for the better. The department he works for isn't the fairest, in fact I think he mentioned that over 30 officers have left the department in the two years he's been there and another ten or eleven officers are set to leave this year. I love that he's my officer but I'll be happy when he leaves for good.
He gets treated like shit to put it simply. Overworked, under appreciated and under paid. I just became a full-time employee at my job making $12.50 an hour, so a little under $1000 every two weeks after taxes. My last paycheck with twelve hours over time I came in over $1000. He saw and actually took a picture of my paycheck and sent it to Dan (who just left the department last week) stating that even though I make less than him hourly ($16.90 an hour), at the end of two weeks I in fact make more. I'm currently the breadwinner in the household....which I think upsets him. He shouldn't have to live paycheck to paycheck, which is his current financial situation. We didn't go to the movies this weekend because there is no money in his bank account. My offering to pay doesn't seem to help his position.
I think he's leaning toward nursing. He was talking with a nurse down in the ER when he was there during shift. The nurse said they made $40 an hour. I would like to think a person who has the chance to be shot at every day at work should be making the $40 an hour. He hasn't started applying yet; I think he wants to talk to someone at the community college about classes before hand. Maybe he'll start looking into that soon.
As for me. I've gotten two job offers for the company my company is contracted by. I don't have full details yet, so I'm not about to make my decisions but it seems that both do make more money. Hopefully this week I'll have more of an idea what the positions are and what they entail.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Feel Safe At Night
Ugh...worse part is that I hate being in the house at night alone. I've always been that way though. I have trouble getting to sleep because I hear what seems to be everything - house settling, creaks, whispers, chattering of the dustbunnies. It prolongs me from sleeping and now that I'll worry about him will keep me up even longer. Well I'll get through it and I've got the puppies and our newest edition to the family - a fourth month old kitten. But I can't wait for him to get home so I can see him for like an hour before I have to go to work.
Challenge!
Store closings mean store wide clearance sales! We just picked up a Nordic Track treadmill regularly at $1300 for a whopping $700!! Talk about
a win. Sam has used it a few times already but I have yet to clock some
mileage. I've been meaning too because the both of us need to get back
in shape. I'm not happy at the weight I am and unfortunately its all
gone to my belly and my thighs just a smidge. Becoming recently fully
employed working 40+ hours 5 days a week, I just don't feel energized to
jump on a treadmill even if its for an hour or so. I need to though and
have been meaning too for the past week.
I'm currently an unappetizing 146 lbs. Makes me cringe that Sam still finds me attractive. But I guess I could say the same about him. He thinks he looks disgusting with his belly and I find him still as sexy as ever. I'd like to get back down to my 125 range. Once there I can finally get my tattoo!!! I'll either get my left shoulder done or start my lower back. Both I've wanted for a few years now. Hopefully my lower back one won't be too expensive....I had gotten it priced once at a shop near my college. The price I was told was a bit high and that artist does tend to over charge. I think it was around $300 just for the outline. I decided to just stick with the shop that I got my first tattoo. They were reasonable and I liked the shop atmosphere. I've since added another element to the tattoo, which I may or may not keep. I just hope I'm not getting in over my head.
I'll be posting updates now and again.
I'm currently an unappetizing 146 lbs. Makes me cringe that Sam still finds me attractive. But I guess I could say the same about him. He thinks he looks disgusting with his belly and I find him still as sexy as ever. I'd like to get back down to my 125 range. Once there I can finally get my tattoo!!! I'll either get my left shoulder done or start my lower back. Both I've wanted for a few years now. Hopefully my lower back one won't be too expensive....I had gotten it priced once at a shop near my college. The price I was told was a bit high and that artist does tend to over charge. I think it was around $300 just for the outline. I decided to just stick with the shop that I got my first tattoo. They were reasonable and I liked the shop atmosphere. I've since added another element to the tattoo, which I may or may not keep. I just hope I'm not getting in over my head.
I'll be posting updates now and again.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
I thought I disliked Mondays.
I'm not a morning person by any means and when it comes to being up at the crack of dawn to drive to work, I just want to get it over with. So I'm going along as usual business when I see in my rear mirror I've been lit up. Are you kidding me? I'm almost to the light. I move over to my right, he moves too. Damn. Move another lane and he's on me like Peter Pan's shadow. Move one more and into the parking lot of a bank on the corner, and we could have entered the Olympics as a synchronized swim team. He approached the car stating he had pulled me for a 55 in a 45 back a ways. I apologized and dug through my bag to get my license, registration and insurance.
"Are you in a rush this morning?"
"Nope, just on my way to work at the airport." (Not more than five minutes around the corner....grumble). "Well here is my license and registration and I know my insurance is in here. I just got the car about a month ago."
"Hmm. What time do you have to be at work?"
"6am." (You only pulled me over at 5 til)
"Do you have a good driving record? No tickets?"
(Well I can see you are Mr. No-Nonsense in the morning.) "Good driving record and no tickets. I can't find it, its not in here." (I couldn't believe I hadn't put my new insurance card in my car. Stupid!)
Well he only gave me a written warning for the speed and a citation for the no insurance. Be certain I will be at court within thirty days to lessen my fees and I will not forget my insurance...which is probably sitting on the desk at home. First time for being pulled over, woohoo! I just wished it hadn't been so early in the morning.
"Are you in a rush this morning?"
"Nope, just on my way to work at the airport." (Not more than five minutes around the corner....grumble). "Well here is my license and registration and I know my insurance is in here. I just got the car about a month ago."
"Hmm. What time do you have to be at work?"
"6am." (You only pulled me over at 5 til)
"Do you have a good driving record? No tickets?"
(Well I can see you are Mr. No-Nonsense in the morning.) "Good driving record and no tickets. I can't find it, its not in here." (I couldn't believe I hadn't put my new insurance card in my car. Stupid!)
Well he only gave me a written warning for the speed and a citation for the no insurance. Be certain I will be at court within thirty days to lessen my fees and I will not forget my insurance...which is probably sitting on the desk at home. First time for being pulled over, woohoo! I just wished it hadn't been so early in the morning.
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