Quick Kentuckiana geographical lesson:
There are 3 main bridges connecting southern Indiana to Louisville, Kentucky: the Kennedy (I-65), the 2nd Street bridge (downtown), and the Sherman Minton bridge (near New Albany, IN). Recent construction on the Sherman Minton unveiled a few cracks in the foundation, causing officials to shut it down indefinitely. Needless to say, this has caused a LOT of traffic issues as over 80,000 cars travel across the Sherman Minton every day.
All of THAT is to say, the Man has been put on traffic detail for the Sherman Minton bridge, making sure that no crazies try to drive across it. And THAT is to say, he has been rather bored lately so he calls me. A lot.
Whenever we talk, I ask him how work went and if anything interesting happened. Usually he tells me about the crazy homeless man or the 3 prostitutes he arrested, but lately he said nothing interesting has happened. Yesterday he casually mentioned how he had to put his gun away before putting handcuffs on this one dude. To me, pulling a gun is a pretty big deal and I asked the Man why he didn't tell me about this earlier. He replied, "I pull my gun so often, it doesn't really seem like a big deal to me anymore."
Later on that night, we were talking about our work weeks when the Man looked at me and said, "There's one other incident that happened, and I'm ok, but I'm not going to tell you about it. All you need to know is I'm home and I'm safe. I'm trying to protect you from worrying."
Whoa. Hold up.
I know that the Man is a cop and cops sometimes run into very dangerous & sketchy situations. I'm not naive about what my husband does, but sometimes I choose to not think about what could happen. It's my way of coping. So when the Man comes home and I'm face to face with reality, it's a bit shocking. I trust the Man's training and instinct, but in moments like this I have to put my faith in the God who brought us here. When the Man walks out the door, we can't rely on his training or strength to get him through the night -- but rather the One who guides, protects, and provides.
Talk about a test of faith.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Conversations With the Man (Part ?)
The Man: "How much lemon juice should I put in the tuna salad?"
Me: "Just a squirt."
The Man: "How much is a squirt? I only measure in pinches & dollops."
*EDIT*
After posting, the Man informed me that I misquoted him in the above conversation. He does not measure in pinches & dollops, but rather hints & dashes. My apologies.
Me [referring to our neighbor who just had a baby]: "She is so cute!"
The Man: "I'm not usually a fan of those flat shoes, but...."
Me: "What are you talking about?"
The Man: "You didn't notice her shoes? She was wearing those flat ballerina-like shoes. I don't normally like those, but hers were really cute."
Me: "Are you kidding me with this?"
The Man: "You're just not observant. I notice such things."
Me: "You can't remember what you just ate for lunch, but her shoes you notice."
The Man: "That's what makes me a good cop."
The Man [pulling a burnt piece of toast out of the toaster]: "There! That's how you make toast."
Me: "It's completely burned. That's gross."
The Man: "Charcoal is good for the stomach, my grandma used to say."
Me: "You know that's not charcoal."
The Man: "Same difference."
Me: "What did you have for dinner tonight?"
The Man: "We went to some weird European place called The Blind Pig. All they served was pork and ham and bacon and stuff."
Me: "So a good place to take a Jew?"
The Man: "Exactly. Except everything was in French and I couldn't understand anything, so I just ordered a hamburger. It was the only thing I could pronounce. That and french fries. And a coke."
The Man: "When you eat Qdoba, do you feel like your insides are going to fall out?"
Me: "Not exactly."
The Man: "Must just be me then."
Me: "Just a squirt."
The Man: "How much is a squirt? I only measure in pinches & dollops."
*EDIT*
After posting, the Man informed me that I misquoted him in the above conversation. He does not measure in pinches & dollops, but rather hints & dashes. My apologies.
Me [referring to our neighbor who just had a baby]: "She is so cute!"
The Man: "I'm not usually a fan of those flat shoes, but...."
Me: "What are you talking about?"
The Man: "You didn't notice her shoes? She was wearing those flat ballerina-like shoes. I don't normally like those, but hers were really cute."
Me: "Are you kidding me with this?"
The Man: "You're just not observant. I notice such things."
Me: "You can't remember what you just ate for lunch, but her shoes you notice."
The Man: "That's what makes me a good cop."
The Man [pulling a burnt piece of toast out of the toaster]: "There! That's how you make toast."
Me: "It's completely burned. That's gross."
The Man: "Charcoal is good for the stomach, my grandma used to say."
Me: "You know that's not charcoal."
The Man: "Same difference."
Me: "What did you have for dinner tonight?"
The Man: "We went to some weird European place called The Blind Pig. All they served was pork and ham and bacon and stuff."
Me: "So a good place to take a Jew?"
The Man: "Exactly. Except everything was in French and I couldn't understand anything, so I just ordered a hamburger. It was the only thing I could pronounce. That and french fries. And a coke."
The Man: "When you eat Qdoba, do you feel like your insides are going to fall out?"
Me: "Not exactly."
The Man: "Must just be me then."
Friday, September 2, 2011
The One Where She Updates Her Blog
In an ideal world I would work 40+ hours a week, maintain a clean & orderly house, walk the dog every morning, and greet my husband with a homemade dinner all while looking like Jessica Alba.
But let's be honest: I work 40+ hours a week, my house is filled with police gear & dog toys, I "walk" Dakota by having her chase her ball up and down the stairs, and the Man is lucky to get frozen ravioli for dinner while I still have pants on.
It's life.
So needless to say, updating my blog hasn't exactly been one of my top priorities. This is unfortunate as a) I love to write b) it's a way to update y'all on our lives and c) it's the only way I can keep my vocabulary & spelling in check. (In that sentence alone, I had misspelled almost every single word. This is sad.)
So here's an update. The Man finished his first 8 weeks of probation in the 4th division (near Churchill Downs for all of you who aren't familiar with Louisville geography) and has moved to the next phase in the 1st division (equivalent to Chicago's loop geographically, the West Side criminally). He'll be with his probation officer through October, then he's out on his own. He absolutely LOVES being a cop, and I'm still adjusting to being a cop's wife. I'm learning more of the terminology, I'm trying not to worry when he comes home an hour late, and I'm taking full advantage of the police discounts at local restaurants. (Half off at Papa John's? C'mon now, you would too...) He's also taking a Brazilian ju-jitsu class, which is just another excuse for him to beat people up. As long as it's not me, I'm ok with it.
I'm still working as the sales leader Dick's Sporting Goods, and rumor has it that I'll be moving up to management in the next few months. Never thought I would become a retail manager, but I love my job and am undoubtedly the best speller in the store (my time at Oxford is really paying off). When I'm not at work, I'm in the gym training for my first powerlifting meet. The Man thought it would be fun, which it will be for him as he can lift a bazillion pounds. I, on the other hand, am just trying to work up to the "Aw, look at her. Bless her heart for trying" status. At least I'll get a t-shirt.
Dakota has been working on walking without a leash and has successfully gone potty outside without a leash 3 times today. She also ate the rest of her bone and got a bath last night. Big news.
So there you have it. I told myself I'm going to update my blog more than just once a month, but if it's anything like my other goals, I wouldn't count on it. Except for my "eat a piece of chocolate everyday" goal. That one's right on track.
But let's be honest: I work 40+ hours a week, my house is filled with police gear & dog toys, I "walk" Dakota by having her chase her ball up and down the stairs, and the Man is lucky to get frozen ravioli for dinner while I still have pants on.
It's life.
So needless to say, updating my blog hasn't exactly been one of my top priorities. This is unfortunate as a) I love to write b) it's a way to update y'all on our lives and c) it's the only way I can keep my vocabulary & spelling in check. (In that sentence alone, I had misspelled almost every single word. This is sad.)
So here's an update. The Man finished his first 8 weeks of probation in the 4th division (near Churchill Downs for all of you who aren't familiar with Louisville geography) and has moved to the next phase in the 1st division (equivalent to Chicago's loop geographically, the West Side criminally). He'll be with his probation officer through October, then he's out on his own. He absolutely LOVES being a cop, and I'm still adjusting to being a cop's wife. I'm learning more of the terminology, I'm trying not to worry when he comes home an hour late, and I'm taking full advantage of the police discounts at local restaurants. (Half off at Papa John's? C'mon now, you would too...) He's also taking a Brazilian ju-jitsu class, which is just another excuse for him to beat people up. As long as it's not me, I'm ok with it.
I'm still working as the sales leader Dick's Sporting Goods, and rumor has it that I'll be moving up to management in the next few months. Never thought I would become a retail manager, but I love my job and am undoubtedly the best speller in the store (my time at Oxford is really paying off). When I'm not at work, I'm in the gym training for my first powerlifting meet. The Man thought it would be fun, which it will be for him as he can lift a bazillion pounds. I, on the other hand, am just trying to work up to the "Aw, look at her. Bless her heart for trying" status. At least I'll get a t-shirt.
Dakota has been working on walking without a leash and has successfully gone potty outside without a leash 3 times today. She also ate the rest of her bone and got a bath last night. Big news.
So there you have it. I told myself I'm going to update my blog more than just once a month, but if it's anything like my other goals, I wouldn't count on it. Except for my "eat a piece of chocolate everyday" goal. That one's right on track.
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