I have nothing but the upmost respect for law enforcement officers seeing as how my husband used to work in law enforcement; my brother is a municipal police officer; my brother-in-law used to be a reserve deputy; and my step brother-in-law was a former municipal police officer. What I saw yesterday totally blew my mind, and all I have to say is "Way to go!" to the Tulsa Police Department.
My son stays with my mom during the day (aka Memaw). When I pulled to a stop at the stop sign on my mom's street, there was a motorcycle officer sitting in front of my mom's house. There is a 4 way stop at one end of the street and a stop on the alternating street there. Both are ran by motorists habitually. Some motorists don't even stop and breeze through the signs at 30 to 40 mph. The officer was there to issue citations for speeding and failure to yield. How awesome is that?!?!?!
I can honestly say I never have seen an officer patrol a neighborhood like that until yesterday. Thank you, Tulsa PD, for a job well done.
(I'm very curious to see how many citations were given.)
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Monday, July 04, 2005
Fourth of July
My BIL put it best tonight. The 4th of July just isn't as much fun when you are an adult. When we were kids, it was almost like waiting for Christmas. You waited eagerly for the day to come in the summer where you could shoot off pop bottle rockets, light fountains, do smoke bombs, etc. It seemed like it took forever to get here and you never had enough time to light all the fireworks so you strung the popping out for at least another weekend or two.
As an adult now, you are sitting outside thinking about how stinkin' hot it is. The breeze that has been around all day, of course, desists as soon as the sun starts to set. Even if it is a fairly cool 4th, the lack of breeze, coupled with the humidity in the South, makes the evening sweltering. If you are lucky enough to be the parent or aunt or uncle that isn't appointed to supervise this year, you pull up a lawnchair and help keep an eye on the kids and freebase liquids to stay hydrated. If you are a supervising adult, you get to assist with the lighting of the fireworks, which also goes hand-in-hand with being the enforcer.
"C, get back. M make sure your arm is extended. J don't go past your uncle. Ok, run kids. Not now C; it's J's turn."
My evening consisted of me sitting in a lawnchair at the edge of the driveway and the country road. I was the designated sparkler adult. M would get up next to me like he was getting ready to sit in my lap and we would light a sparkler and wave it around. This only lasted for about 3 sparklers and then he got bored and wanted his father to get his F-150 truck out of the back of our truck so he could drive it around the yard. I also lit sparklers for my nephews, C & J. They did ok with them, but you still had to remind them to hold them away from their body and don't get near anyone with them.
Fun, huh? Now, I'm sitting in the living room with the air conditioner blowing on me and the fan blowing on me as well--cooling off--before I head to bed. You see, this parent (like it seems that my parents did as well on most 4ths) has to work tomorrow.
So, now I will retire to bed for the night. I pray there are no thunderstorms like there were last night. My built-in thunderdetector crawled into bed with us at 1 and spent the rest of the night there. My neck and upper back have been killing me all day. I know B pulled him away from me at least 3 times and I moved him back in the center of the bed twice. Sleep peacefully and Happy 4th!
As an adult now, you are sitting outside thinking about how stinkin' hot it is. The breeze that has been around all day, of course, desists as soon as the sun starts to set. Even if it is a fairly cool 4th, the lack of breeze, coupled with the humidity in the South, makes the evening sweltering. If you are lucky enough to be the parent or aunt or uncle that isn't appointed to supervise this year, you pull up a lawnchair and help keep an eye on the kids and freebase liquids to stay hydrated. If you are a supervising adult, you get to assist with the lighting of the fireworks, which also goes hand-in-hand with being the enforcer.
"C, get back. M make sure your arm is extended. J don't go past your uncle. Ok, run kids. Not now C; it's J's turn."
My evening consisted of me sitting in a lawnchair at the edge of the driveway and the country road. I was the designated sparkler adult. M would get up next to me like he was getting ready to sit in my lap and we would light a sparkler and wave it around. This only lasted for about 3 sparklers and then he got bored and wanted his father to get his F-150 truck out of the back of our truck so he could drive it around the yard. I also lit sparklers for my nephews, C & J. They did ok with them, but you still had to remind them to hold them away from their body and don't get near anyone with them.
Fun, huh? Now, I'm sitting in the living room with the air conditioner blowing on me and the fan blowing on me as well--cooling off--before I head to bed. You see, this parent (like it seems that my parents did as well on most 4ths) has to work tomorrow.
So, now I will retire to bed for the night. I pray there are no thunderstorms like there were last night. My built-in thunderdetector crawled into bed with us at 1 and spent the rest of the night there. My neck and upper back have been killing me all day. I know B pulled him away from me at least 3 times and I moved him back in the center of the bed twice. Sleep peacefully and Happy 4th!
Showers of beauty
Last night, I finally broke out my photos to put up in the living room. I finished up my collage frame of family members and put finally put M's 2 and 3 year old pictures in his collage frame. I rotated out his picture in the family picture frame. By the time I had finished all that and had hung some of the pictures, it was dusk.
We heard the muffled booms inside the house and finally ventured outside to discover that with the open field across from us, we had a very good view of the fireworks display at the mall about three miles away. B lowered the tailgate on his truck, and we all sat on the tailgate and watched the fireworks light up the sky.
As you can imagine, M ooh'ed and ahh'ed over the fireworks. He commented on how pretty they were. We watched the fireworks for about 30 minutes, and then we ventured back inside to enter into peaceful slumber only to have that slumber interrupted with nature's fireworks--lightning and thunder.
From our family to yours, we hope you have a happy and safe Independence Day.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
And they sleep
I got home yesterday afternoon, and much to my chagrin, I was still quite tired. I came home to find that B wasn't feeling well either. He was kind of in a mood, so around 8:00 to 8:30, I told M to come to mommy's room and we would watch cartoons together. I know it wasn't long and I was asleep.
Isn't it amazing how when we are young and in college, we can stay up until 3 or 4 in the morning or sometimes even all night, and it doesn't seem to phase us? You get a job, start a family, and you essentially become the parents that you didn't understand when you were little.
I remember when I was around 9 or 10 and my parents would go back to their room to take a nap, and my brother and I both thought they were nuts. Now, there are Saturday and Sunday afternoons when I am praying to G-d for M to go to sleep and begging M to close his eyes...all so I can get some sleep.
Back to the original thoughts....
Well, I'm awake now and the boys are still asleep in my bed. M is cuddled up against B, and they are both snoring. M's snore is oh so soft and begins just where B's ends. It's moments like those, when you are looking at the two men in your life that hold your heart in their hands, sleeping so peacefully, and you remember just how blessed you are and thank G-d for your life.
As I quietly closed the door to let them sleep, I heard a sigh from M. I pray his dreams are peaceful.
Isn't it amazing how when we are young and in college, we can stay up until 3 or 4 in the morning or sometimes even all night, and it doesn't seem to phase us? You get a job, start a family, and you essentially become the parents that you didn't understand when you were little.
I remember when I was around 9 or 10 and my parents would go back to their room to take a nap, and my brother and I both thought they were nuts. Now, there are Saturday and Sunday afternoons when I am praying to G-d for M to go to sleep and begging M to close his eyes...all so I can get some sleep.
Back to the original thoughts....
Well, I'm awake now and the boys are still asleep in my bed. M is cuddled up against B, and they are both snoring. M's snore is oh so soft and begins just where B's ends. It's moments like those, when you are looking at the two men in your life that hold your heart in their hands, sleeping so peacefully, and you remember just how blessed you are and thank G-d for your life.
As I quietly closed the door to let them sleep, I heard a sigh from M. I pray his dreams are peaceful.
Friday, July 01, 2005
Just call me "Droopy"
Do you remember the cartoon dog, Droopy? I tell you, this is me today. Exhaustion kicked in about an hour ago. Now I'm sitting here at my desk with another good 4 hours to go, and I just can't seem to keep my eyes open and I have what seems to be a permanent case of the yawns.
If you know me and you happen to be watching me at work, come poke me and make sure I am awake.
*yawn*
If you know me and you happen to be watching me at work, come poke me and make sure I am awake.
*yawn*
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