tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392151201992606932024-02-18T18:36:45.100-08:00Small Town Cop Wife LifeMelodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-53655450817526925862014-01-13T10:48:00.001-08:002014-01-13T10:57:30.692-08:00Then and now<br />
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Graduation from the academy, 1987.</div>
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27 years later; last court day. </div>
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<br />Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-22902170097789194522013-11-08T22:20:00.000-08:002013-11-08T22:22:55.856-08:00You know you're a cop spouse when . . .<span style="font-family: inherit;">You know you're a cop spouse when . . .<br />
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You don't know what day of the week it is because you quit working some time ago and his weekend is Mon-Tues-Wed.<br />
You don't even PLAN on having him home for dinner because after 27 years, it's hit and miss.<br />
You eat cereal for supper when he's on duty because its easier than fixing something for just one person.<br />
You celebrate Valentines Day by going out riding with him.<br />
You celebrate 4th of July, anniversaries, birthdays and most other special days by going out riding with him.<br />
You know all the 10 codes.<br />
You know what a deuce is.<br />
You don't have arguments; you get into a 415.<br />
You love the sound of Velcro in the morning.<br />
You have a list of restaurants in your head where you can't eat.<br />
You have to run in and pick up the take out because "I think I arrested someone from there last night."<br />
When you go to the escrow office to sign the paperwork for your new house, he hesitates at the front door and checks his feet for blood because he doesn't want to track blood into the office.<br />
He knows the inside of many of the houses in your little town.<br />
You can build your own fence and fix all sorts of things around the house.<br />
He goes to the grocery store and comes home much later than he should have because he saw someone who had a warrant/was stealing booze.<br />
You say your last name and people say they know your husband.<br />
Little kids tell your kids that their daddy knows your daddy . . . And it's not in a good way.<br />
You've got a black and white in your driveway and everyone in town knows where you live.<br />
Your kids end up with a wicked, cynical sense of humor "just like your dad."<br />
You're used to him not disbelieving, but not 100% believing everything you tell him.<br />
You've been told, "everybody lies.”<br />
You don't say "ok" you say 10-4.<br />
You're en route when you're on your way.<br />
You don't say “what" you say 10-9.<br />
You've had arguments about all the OT he's worked and HASN'T put in for.<br />
You miss doing holidays with extended out of town family.<br />
Your family, some of them, still don't understand why "he can't just take the time off."<br />
You know what to look for in a drunk driver.<br />
Your own investigative skills are pretty good and you can tell when your kids are lying.<br />
When your daughter's not home yet and it's three in the morn, you don't hesitate to call the SO and they help you locate her "watching stars" up in the mountains with a boy (and she really is watching stars).<br />
You know just how much you can speed over the limit without inviting a traffic stop.<br />
You refer to getting pulled over as a traffic stop.</span>You're told not to touch his clothes because of something icky on them.<br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">You get poison oak off your husbands uniform because he was "down in the creek looking for bums."<br />You know what methyl-ethyl-bad-shit is.<br />
You don't call to find out why he's late until its been a couple of hours past when you expected him because he’s rarely home right after work.<br />
You know what choir practice is.<br />
Your husband got to meet Blankie from The Brave Little Toaster . . . professionally . . . and not in a good way.<br />
Steven Segal looks up to your husband.<br />
Your husband comes home smelling like weed.<br />
Nothing seems to get his adrenaline going and it drives you crazy because you maybe have a few ADD tendencies and all sorts of things are exciting and don't you just see how cool this is?<br />
You listen to the scanner for company and because its comforting to hear his voice.<br />
You've had death threats, kids have had threats, he's had threats. Everyone's been threatened but, thank God, no bad guys have been stupid enough to follow through on those threats.<br />
You're used to tiptoeing around very quietly.<br />
You've had turkey dinner </span>at the office <span style="font-family: inherit;">on Thanksgiving.</span><br />
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You've had Christmas dinner at the office.<br />
Your 5 year old refers to her daddy as an owl.<br />
Your sweetheart brings home wild daffodils he picked at the cemetery overnight.<br />
He takes cigar breaks at the cemetery in the middle of the night.<br />
You've cried like your heart is breaking because one of the local deputies was killed in a shoot out.<br />
You have to worry about shoot outs.<br />
You never ever EVER want to see a cop car that isn’t his show up at the house, with another vehicle you may not know, when he's on duty.<br />
You run down to pick the kids up from school or go to the store and he calls you to tell you there's a gun under the seat and just leave it there and don't forget to lock the car.<br />
You have dark curtains around your four poster bed.<br />
You screen all your phone calls.<br />
You know what a blue canary is.<br />
You have to move his belt and his vest from your chair so you can sit down.<br />
There's all sorts of reading material laying around the house, from evidence handling to legal updates to case law to the new computer system.<br />
He gets phone calls at home at all hours when the computer at work crashes, when someone needs to know how to write a search warrant, when someone has a question about whether or not they can search a car, when someone has a question about how to write a report and on and on.<br />
You discuss training scenarios.<br />
You go to wild parties in your younger days, family bbqs in your mid years, and then feel forgotten when you're older because all the young kids are out having their wild parties and family bbqs and they either don't think about inviting you or just figure you know you're welcome, but you don't really realize that because in your day people called to invite you over.<br />
Your granddaughter tells you that Grandpa's job is more important than yours because "he keeps us safe."<br />
You have a drawer with Jim Brown leather equipment, keepers, bullets, batteries, extra flashlights, and a myriad of other things all flung together.<br />
You know what Jim Brown leather is.<br />
You don't have a "honey do" list, you have a "honey, look what I did" list.<br />
It's not yes or no, it's affirmative or negative.<br />
You refer to the PD as your second home.<br />
Your kids run around and play at the PD and don't think that's out of the ordinary.<br />
You’ve always got Tums and baby powder on hand.<br />
He’s had more injuries than a professional football player.<br />
You know more about the meniscus and supraspinatus than you care to.<br />
He has more naked stories than a porn star.<br />
There are photos of evidence, car accidents and random people on his cell phone.<br />
You both joke about you dragging him out to his car if he keels over at home.<br />
You have Tuesday daytime sex.<br />
You know what a donnybrook is.<br />
You know what he's talking about when he says he got a 10851 when he was on his way to C7 and the guy was 11-5 and 148'd him so he went 1015 and sent him south.<br />
He drives past the fire chief/volunteer firefighters/on duty cops/deputies while he's off duty and they flip each other off.<br />
You know the phonetic alphabet.<br />You can sing the phonetic alphabet to the tune of the regular alphabet song without stumbling.</span>You’re paranoid to let your kids/grandkids out of a fenced yard on their own because you know what can happen, even in sleepy little towns.<br /><span style="font-family: inherit;">You don't like cop/donut comments because your husband works his ass off.<br />
You end up a changed person just as much as he does, though not in the same ways.<br />
You can say that your husband has made a change in the world and you can point out people he's saved, in one way or another, and you're so proud of him and you realize you'd do it all over again, despite all the negatives, because that's just who he is.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There's more, but it's late and my pillow is calling me. </span>Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-83642038172526924432013-11-06T19:40:00.004-08:002013-11-06T19:52:47.914-08:00Law Enforcement Life - IT'S NOT JUST A JOB<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I know, I know. I haven't been on here in AGES. But here I am now. A new cop wife on the National Police Wives Association page asked a question that I responded to. I thought it'd be nice to post my answer here. I'm not sure how it'll work with formatting, but I'll give it a try.</span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">"My husband just started with the sheriff's department and just found out he is going to be working nights. I'm really struggling with it! I have a 2 year old and also due on Aug 4th. I support my hubby and don't want him to see me secretly freaking out that he won't be home @ night and I'm a little nervous that I can't do it all! How did other Leo wives deal with this? Thanks."</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Our small department works 12's and my husband prefers nights as it's when you can get the most done as far as being a crimefighter. After 30 years it's become our normal way of life. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Someone mentioned reading <u>I Love A Cop</u> by Dr. Ellen Kirschman. It's an excellent book and I highly recommend it. In fact, we recommend it to all of the new cops' families (this includes their parents). I'd also suggest you read <u>Emotional Survival</u> by Dr. Kevin Gilmartin. He's a retired cop and everything he says WILL apply to you and your family. Get to know the other wives in the department and get to know your neighbors. If you need someone in a hurry, and your husband can't get away, they'll come in handy. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">When our kids were little, and not yet in school, we adjusted their schedule to match their daddy's, without getting it too out of whack. Depending on what kind of shift he works (10's, 12's, 8's), you might be able to do that. We let our girls stay up later so they could spend time with him and then we just slept in later. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">You get used to being a married single parent and you just do it because it's what you need to do. Your feelings are going to be hurt many times when he'll be unable to be around for Mother's Day, Easter, Christmas, etc. Get yourself a good support system so you don't end up being alone and lonely on important days. That'll just make you miss him more and make you resentful. We ended up in a small town, 4 hours away from any family members. Getting to know the other families in the department was so important. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Remember that he really is married to you, not to his job, and that getting home to you and your family is his number one priority, even if it doesn't always feel like it. This is his calling and what you're doing is your calling. BOTH of you are now in this big wide world of "public service." It definitely won't always be appreciated by the outside world, but then again GET YOURSELF A GOOD SUPPORT SYSTEM OF OTHER LEO FAMILIES. Have I said that enough times? <span class="emoticon emoticon_smile" style="background-image: url(https://fbstatic-a.akamaihd.net/rsrc.php/v2/yH/r/ZJnGbZOGdGW.png); background-position: 0px -869px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; background-size: auto; display: inline-block; height: 16px; vertical-align: top; width: 16px;" title=":)"></span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Good luck. I wouldn't trade these last 30 years for anything. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">And . . . no heavy conversations, arguments, fights, etc. before he leaves for work. You don't want a distracted/ticked off cop on the street. It's dangerous for him, dangerous for his partners and dangerous for whomever he needs to protect. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">One more thing . . . <span class="emoticon emoticon_smile" style="background-image: url(https://fbstatic-a.akamaihd.net/rsrc.php/v2/yH/r/ZJnGbZOGdGW.png); background-position: 0px -869px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; background-size: auto; display: inline-block; height: 16px; vertical-align: top; width: 16px;" title=":)"></span> . . .When you're a cop, it's not just for the time you're at work. Go to the grocery store and run into someone with a warrant and he'll end up doing his work on "family" time. He'll get called out when you have plans. He'll have court on his time off. He'll see things happen off duty and he'll need to address them. It's not a job. It's a life. You'll get used to it.</span></span><br />
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</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">And (one more thing . . . really), if it's allowed in your department, go on ride-alongs when you can. You need to see what your husband does. It will give you a very good understanding of what he has to put up with. It's that whole 8 hours of boredom followed by 30 seconds of sheer terror thing. Plus you'd be amazed at the number of (how to put this nicely) stupid people they have to deal with.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">To be continued . . .</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Part 2</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Everyone lies.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Expecting the worst.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">He will change.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">He will see bad things.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Keep the house relatively nice and non-chaotic. His refuge.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Some things he won't tell you.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">Some things he can't tell you.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">You'll learn how to do things you never thought you'd do and you'll have to do things on your own.</span></span><br />
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</span>Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-78918596829667370682012-12-14T10:38:00.005-08:002012-12-14T10:38:44.022-08:00Lord have mercy.Pray. Pray for the children. Pray for the parents. Pray for the families and the community. Pray for all of us.<br />
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Sandy Hook Elementary School; one that will go down in history because of the enormity of this heartbreaking and gut-rending tragedy.<br />
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Lord have mercy.Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-73257302414326081072012-12-14T09:17:00.001-08:002012-12-14T09:17:07.569-08:00What Can I Do?Do you ever wonder if anything you do matters? Do you sometimes feel small and insignificant? I do. I feel like there's so much I need to do and not enough time in my day in which to do it. I tell myself I need to do this or that and, unless I write those things down, they're gone. Generally my reminders to myself elude me like steam from a kettle. One minute they're there and the next they're not. So I sometimes (a lot) feel like I'm just spinning my wheels trying to keep myself on track for everything I think is important. <br />
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Actually, though, what I may think important, isn't always that crucial. There is something, though, that I can remember to do which is important. I'm just one small person in a great big world . . . but I CAN do something. I can pray. When a situation or a person pops into my head, I can pray for them. When I wake up in the middle of the night, I can pray. When I'm cruising through my Facebook news feed and I see something, I can pray. I can do this even though I may not personally know the person/s for whom I pray. <br />
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I have to wait until I get to Heaven before I no longer feel frustrated, forgetful and a failure. When my wheels are spinning and I'm feeling at a loss because I can't keep track of all those "important" things that "need" to be done, I remind myself what's important . . . and I pray. Some day I won't have to deal with this human condition, but, for now, I'll make do and carry on.<br />
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A reminder for me to write this . . . another "stay tuned." This one's important.Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-7812387631268594252012-12-02T19:56:00.003-08:002012-12-02T19:56:39.137-08:00Things I Want To Write About . . .But Have A Hard Timing Doing Because I Lose Focus and Forget And Maybe This Will Help Me To Remember and no, the oatmeal isn't in the pantry. It's above your head in the cabinet. Yes, right there. Yes, that's them in the glass jar. No, I didn't cut the recipe off the box. Oops. Sorry. Husband asked me a question and I had to get up and now he's pointing a laser on me and the dogs are going bonkers and I'm going to have to finish this in a minute. Dogs and lasers can be very entertaining.<br />
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I'm going to see about combining the two projects. It looks cool in my head. We'll see how it looks in real life. Off the top of my head, I'll use a mini canvas, tiny vintage buttons, antique book pages, antique lace . . . and . . . I'm not sure what else. Maybe some old glitter? Stay tuned.</div>
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Dec. 14 --- Turns out I needed to make some things for a school fundraiser. This is on the back burner for now.</div>
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My puppy is 9 1/2 months old!</div>
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I was up in Oregon a couple of weeks ago, visiting my folk, sisters, niece, daughter and grandsons.</div>
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One of the days we took a drive up towards St. Paul to take some photos of growing trees.</div>
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These are trees in a nursery in the area. Their colors really were beautiful.</div>
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I haven't had much of an inclination to write much in the last six months or so. There are some health issues going on with my mom so I've been trying to get up there more. It's still not as much as I'd like, but it's more than it has been. I'll TRY to be better.</div>
<br />Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-88047183553988307022012-06-24T09:00:00.000-07:002012-06-24T10:00:48.972-07:00Letter Writing<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> I've been going through boxes of old papers recently, sorting everything by year. In doing so, I sorted 30 years worth of family birthday cards. I pulled all of those out and sorted them by recipient. They're all in separate containers now while I think of some artistic way to display them and then give them to the girls. Card with notes on them are the best.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> I miss receiving cards and letters. We all stopped sending cards when we started sending birthday greetings via email. It's just not the same. Letters are like a diary, historical documents. You can read through them and piece together what was going on in the writer's life. Yes, you can do the same thing with regular emails, but they lack something by not being in the author's handwriting. I can't see anyone printing out their regular emails, tying them up with pretty ribbon and storing them away for their children and grandchildren to read. Maybe I'm wrong. It's really not the same though. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> Email is nice for its' immediacy and volume, but, to me, there's nothing like a newsy letter that you can read over and over. It doesn't even have to be anything exciting. I have letters from my Grandma that just talk about what she did that day or that week; how much she canned, how the gardens were doing, who she visited, how my Grandpa was. The mundane details of her life were interesting, even if it didn't feel like it at the time.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> While sorting all of those old papers and cards, I read letters from Mom and Grandma. Those letters from Mom are especially important to me now. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: JaneAusten;"> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: JaneAusten;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> I know that we're all still loved even though we don't receive cards or letters any more, but there will be no written record of the bits and pieces of our lives to pass along for future generations. I miss that. I think they will as well.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: JaneAusten; font-size: large;">Take pains ... to write a neat round, plain hand, and you will find it a great convenience through life to write a small and compact hand as well as a fair and legible one. Thomas Jefferson</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: JaneAusten; font-size: large;">In an age like ours, which is not given to letter-writing, we forget what an important part it used to play in people's lives. Anatole Broyard</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: JaneAusten; font-size: large;">When he wrote a letter, he would put that which was most material in the postscript, as if it had been a by-matter. Francis Bacon</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: JaneAusten; font-size: large;"><br /></span>Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-55213955612304063532012-05-29T23:44:00.003-07:002012-05-29T23:44:54.040-07:00GrandmaSo . . . remember back in January or February when my 96 year old Grandma was in palliative care in the hospital? She'd fallen, shattering her shoulder and breaking her arm and, while in the hospital, was found to be suffering from congestive heart failure, with her heart only being about 12% effective. Or something like that. The doctor gathered the family up there together and they had a meeting and she told them that she wasn't God, but . . . that Grandma had days or weeks as opposed to months or years. Guess what. Grandma got out of the hospital and went home back in March. She's doing great, for 96. She's walking around, taking care of herself and generally hanging out. The doctor was right. She wasn't God. Grandma's still ready to go, but apparently it's not time yet. I love having my Grandma around!Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-81156487759980902212012-05-25T10:36:00.001-07:002012-05-25T10:36:42.993-07:00I think I like<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Sherwoodshire Cottage Workshop</span></span><i></i></b>. That way it can apply to any type of necklace or art or photography or whatever. At least for now. :o)Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-65785719038746679412012-05-24T11:35:00.000-07:002012-05-24T11:35:07.921-07:00It's timeIt's time to try to sell some jewelry. I've got photography listed. Now it's time for some necklaces. I need a FB page, though, and, again, need to come up with a name. I've always liked the French version of Grandma's workshop, l'atelier de la grande mère. Not sure if that's too uppity for this area, though. L'atelier de la GreatMother? Melodee's Art Workshop or Atelier de l'art des Melodee? April Atelier? Atelier d'April? I'll think on it.Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-79522511024019664372012-05-23T09:27:00.000-07:002012-05-25T10:37:38.086-07:00An Open Letter to the Drunk Driver that Hit My HusbandI received permission from the writer of this letter, <a href="http://stopdropandblog.com/2012/05/21/an-open-letter-to-the-drunk-driver-that-hit-my-husband/">An Open Letter to the Drunk Driver That Hit My Husband,</a> to repost it here. To quote her, "The more we share, the more likely we are to get people to understand the bad choice drunk driving is for all involved." <br />
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Forget 'don't drive drunk.' DON'T DRIVE TIPSY. We don't all know when we're over the legal limit, but we certainly all know when we're tipsy. When you get to that point, DON'T DRIVE.<br />
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I thought <a href="http://stopdropandblog.com/2012/05/21/an-open-letter-to-the-drunk-driver-that-hit-my-husband/">this</a> was definitely worth sharing. <br />Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-20407298624095318982012-03-13T08:54:00.005-07:002012-05-25T10:37:59.121-07:00Teacup TuesdaysToday is the second teacup giveaway over at the Pink Rose Cottage. I think this one is particularly appropriate for me. Note the name of the pattern. :o) If you like teacups (like me), then check out the site. Remember, teacups are not just for tea.<br /><br />Here are a few I have around the house. Ones on display are ones given to me when my Grandma died 32 years ago. I'm not sure how long she'd been collecting them but she had a bunch. Others are ones I've picked up along the way.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW86wfCz30YT5VuZypxcVFMXzfyKbjNB7zH5_q2g1_HA_D4h46wtfb325JRB7nr_n0aNPewcN6h46bdvXnEcQJA4tB1VbiGlHHFkYm_cKJctgIEK5CNyjp3FKppIY-lJcnasl0ql-gU8s/s1600/photo2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW86wfCz30YT5VuZypxcVFMXzfyKbjNB7zH5_q2g1_HA_D4h46wtfb325JRB7nr_n0aNPewcN6h46bdvXnEcQJA4tB1VbiGlHHFkYm_cKJctgIEK5CNyjp3FKppIY-lJcnasl0ql-gU8s/s320/photo2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719423496906596754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_Winw1F9WQUEfN5-fI3JFeIk4EIT2DWzDppssaG2wD-haNwnIkSMkid4fHLtD5RLULrRG8X55wh8wIwPp0DH36c2uCQFU_MMWuIZ_y7LKZdG3pOrsTHw-CFDvXx2fZYrCES088G9naE/s1600/photo3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_Winw1F9WQUEfN5-fI3JFeIk4EIT2DWzDppssaG2wD-haNwnIkSMkid4fHLtD5RLULrRG8X55wh8wIwPp0DH36c2uCQFU_MMWuIZ_y7LKZdG3pOrsTHw-CFDvXx2fZYrCES088G9naE/s320/photo3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719423495419916834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-rMpnpI9xpQu1FV5EZtnrWqzI3JUssk0xqq0D0VVYeaAG_szEdl55VHZXQkme2mTl2Y7naohcwJP1OuoO6e2pXK0YnVhrcyvFVe55TsH0scFCgw8XqQZucpEui2ZdHaXmoNOHC8MTcI/s1600/photo4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-rMpnpI9xpQu1FV5EZtnrWqzI3JUssk0xqq0D0VVYeaAG_szEdl55VHZXQkme2mTl2Y7naohcwJP1OuoO6e2pXK0YnVhrcyvFVe55TsH0scFCgw8XqQZucpEui2ZdHaXmoNOHC8MTcI/s320/photo4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719423494598447826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauS6SjEL8hGz62J4fa1JdYy3MGTa-l8epVOcByRu11nutC9QyJu7zvxiQm9r1Lk8chZnBXkAyH5UnfHXqi5ut64D1A784WsDTz4nsoILCRcqyEjhx_PIcvK0wbErkrpswRzyHrTdZzrw/s1600/photo6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauS6SjEL8hGz62J4fa1JdYy3MGTa-l8epVOcByRu11nutC9QyJu7zvxiQm9r1Lk8chZnBXkAyH5UnfHXqi5ut64D1A784WsDTz4nsoILCRcqyEjhx_PIcvK0wbErkrpswRzyHrTdZzrw/s320/photo6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719423488023226594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9lGwaJOT-mq_Tk0fnJCspzDULSVf0dEi1kEGpY_yF1R7AhVuvekwYnehGZcic0-bzX8IjsClHObePXZmcAzDCxnFiVrMXanU2vQIrBgpaBlQCCozvye_9dEZTUdgakQXN9nmGp2TRHdw/s1600/photo7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9lGwaJOT-mq_Tk0fnJCspzDULSVf0dEi1kEGpY_yF1R7AhVuvekwYnehGZcic0-bzX8IjsClHObePXZmcAzDCxnFiVrMXanU2vQIrBgpaBlQCCozvye_9dEZTUdgakQXN9nmGp2TRHdw/s320/photo7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719423487508270914" /></a>Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-62856365769499456962012-03-08T13:41:00.011-08:002012-03-10T16:37:54.855-08:00Grandma and Emma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeu9-4nkB20-c1cevpgC8PUHXLFqrwHw7WGvrny_gxv10SWsxmHMax99VmPowC12EeWdoJemA6WUQse0C486Rsj3Pj0soUbby8WQVaYJgNZSAA16LudFEjHKcqPNKtaqgia31RI5p5YY/s1600/Grandma+and+Emma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeu9-4nkB20-c1cevpgC8PUHXLFqrwHw7WGvrny_gxv10SWsxmHMax99VmPowC12EeWdoJemA6WUQse0C486Rsj3Pj0soUbby8WQVaYJgNZSAA16LudFEjHKcqPNKtaqgia31RI5p5YY/s400/Grandma+and+Emma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717654886360252034" /></a><br /><br />This is my favorite photo of my granddaughter, Emma, and my Grandma. It was one of those fortunate serendipitous moments that I was lucky enough to catch. My Grandma is 96 1/2 and currently in palliative care in a hospital in Oregon. It's ok, though, because she's ready to die. She knows where she's going and she wants to be with my Grandpa and the rest of her loved ones. She's an amazing woman.<br /><br />This photo was submitted to the I Heart Faces photo challenge – www.iheartfaces.com<br /><br /><a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"><img title="I Heart Faces Photo Challenge Submission" src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/I-Heart-Faces-button.jpg" alt="Photo Challenge Submission" /></a>Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-56252489390601888782012-02-25T20:25:00.009-08:002012-02-25T22:10:52.689-08:00A Glimpse Into My Journal<div>This is my most recent journal/keepbook/inspiration book. It starts in January, 2007. I don't write in it nearly often enough, which is why I'm still in the same one 5 years later. This is a plain brown craft-type paper ringed blank book. It's about 9x12 so it's big enough for magazine pages. That's because I like to go through my favorite magazines, calendars, books, etc. and cut things out that speak to me. Then I put them in my journals. I go back all the time and look at old ideas for inspiration. This is the cover.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBWV0cFY4H1TaP9x2d5YDjbt1KPoP8Dj0S5tcJFoIyHwPPUipdnjqyvmktJFKsUSmhqodoXpMmIgrIejjIxddcMeFdsBmCe9j14PAGAm1KFzlAzSnrJtURJH8PBIzzeNaqwR2s1cS_qo/s1600/IMG_0076.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBWV0cFY4H1TaP9x2d5YDjbt1KPoP8Dj0S5tcJFoIyHwPPUipdnjqyvmktJFKsUSmhqodoXpMmIgrIejjIxddcMeFdsBmCe9j14PAGAm1KFzlAzSnrJtURJH8PBIzzeNaqwR2s1cS_qo/s320/IMG_0076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713318775884167202" /></a>I have a trunk that Mike built for me for my 35th birthday. I realized I could set it on its' front and take the top off. Then I put the all of the audio/visual stuff inside on a couple of old fruit crates. I still have to make doors for it. I think I'm going to make them from some old knotty pine moulding from our old house and then use chicken wire rather than glass.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXU09Og5pOu4rzueslSVQ8VMk8S-5eSrkRRzTfbJou-hNoBRX24Sv3EeYzIuOTETijVlyawNkZ207Fq1uiNYYhcmY2if4wfTC7BhjXemiPX9Pt9xGeoMD1IUq7GVz-DnpuOa0YIZQAjY/s1600/IMG_0074.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXU09Og5pOu4rzueslSVQ8VMk8S-5eSrkRRzTfbJou-hNoBRX24Sv3EeYzIuOTETijVlyawNkZ207Fq1uiNYYhcmY2if4wfTC7BhjXemiPX9Pt9xGeoMD1IUq7GVz-DnpuOa0YIZQAjY/s320/IMG_0074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713318761021971650" /></a>Mike and I visited Cherlyn in Okinawa in October of 2007. We're at the botanical gardens here, where they had a GREAT play area.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTOYSvtcmRx402Ez8EUSKofveYvQy43ggubkZFnJGw779XbotuVgmwD-7PMkXEFsolKWDX-VsvQPvQTLfIiLeptsZ_Vc4HLOpp_B2j8x99rBG0pyddx7WhHRbC3-_-i1_HMDZIxLrX_Mc/s1600/IMG_0072.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTOYSvtcmRx402Ez8EUSKofveYvQy43ggubkZFnJGw779XbotuVgmwD-7PMkXEFsolKWDX-VsvQPvQTLfIiLeptsZ_Vc4HLOpp_B2j8x99rBG0pyddx7WhHRbC3-_-i1_HMDZIxLrX_Mc/s320/IMG_0072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713318753951730962" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">I LOVE this craft room setup. I'm just not organized enough to be able to pull it together . . . yet. I'm working on it.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbaOe9-ACzOugfrQInJRvxdGhViEpBGGan56CZIFy_nfvxfLvfbbXaiB6um9kQ1fI4mdEZHNARzwY2QNZw7vgHwMfM3sMT5QiWEypqUbLzaFtOliGqZ7wWJSdCpYttEDohFLu2G0JcV5E/s1600/IMG_0069.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbaOe9-ACzOugfrQInJRvxdGhViEpBGGan56CZIFy_nfvxfLvfbbXaiB6um9kQ1fI4mdEZHNARzwY2QNZw7vgHwMfM3sMT5QiWEypqUbLzaFtOliGqZ7wWJSdCpYttEDohFLu2G0JcV5E/s320/IMG_0069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713318327666478930" /></a>These are some wonderful sayings/thoughts/bits of wisdom.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUVqSI4w-OUvRPTSJKGOeJovysjyPzwGmpuPKqBrrfihhp_QYmgR5iUyLqUaoK67nPjoQIfFbYE_afqL0g6c1HkW-dLyUmtKOL2wYYJnKjg07rQ0OPLwTisTj51UwFNSG5OBNPVUFLApE/s1600/IMG_0068.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUVqSI4w-OUvRPTSJKGOeJovysjyPzwGmpuPKqBrrfihhp_QYmgR5iUyLqUaoK67nPjoQIfFbYE_afqL0g6c1HkW-dLyUmtKOL2wYYJnKjg07rQ0OPLwTisTj51UwFNSG5OBNPVUFLApE/s320/IMG_0068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713318318178130386" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4nFheogxrCYyUTkh2u59wfC4LV2k01NqcVgdLqyuwHTZcGaLLpuVElO9ZE9ac5p3EBXHNlUoKpyFOveIUputqNVAe9fEiSlvekY9iFXFHVYdIDk0EZrGC1EhO7pHMIxDCh7RVUbDISM/s1600/IMG_0067.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4nFheogxrCYyUTkh2u59wfC4LV2k01NqcVgdLqyuwHTZcGaLLpuVElO9ZE9ac5p3EBXHNlUoKpyFOveIUputqNVAe9fEiSlvekY9iFXFHVYdIDk0EZrGC1EhO7pHMIxDCh7RVUbDISM/s320/IMG_0067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713318313978023954" /></a>I wrote a little book for my sister and her kids. These are some of my drawings for the illustrations. No, it isn't completed yet. The words are and the contextual drawings are. I just haven't put the two together yet.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhezM9e-WHxLxeiCT-RJixZzJss3UpcH5iZ45luj1KhoRGOYcZSbN9I87ENYv_-72hcT4UTGAy3bhNwxDVVC1039Hnx3I5PZPRjlEQWsh-_2DbB4jfuQnwM_DtAqX765u_0cJl9aEvvVjs/s1600/IMG_0066.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhezM9e-WHxLxeiCT-RJixZzJss3UpcH5iZ45luj1KhoRGOYcZSbN9I87ENYv_-72hcT4UTGAy3bhNwxDVVC1039Hnx3I5PZPRjlEQWsh-_2DbB4jfuQnwM_DtAqX765u_0cJl9aEvvVjs/s320/IMG_0066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713318306840834082" /></a>Can you tell I'm a pretty visual person. It's the way I remind myself of things.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmhdshUzGeIlGZZYStvf8oXibFOnRGSIpc-BO8RFxzqhbzFHOszs7VBF7vLGQ196gtniLyl3Dmn7a6UreNU66HQWXFGLjIk0_a8AuGbFKe8JGj5E4sFnwVTCWkmkanVKWOXMusMdIQEA/s1600/IMG_0065.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmhdshUzGeIlGZZYStvf8oXibFOnRGSIpc-BO8RFxzqhbzFHOszs7VBF7vLGQ196gtniLyl3Dmn7a6UreNU66HQWXFGLjIk0_a8AuGbFKe8JGj5E4sFnwVTCWkmkanVKWOXMusMdIQEA/s320/IMG_0065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713318295713703618" /></a>From wayyyyy early in this blog. Emma is nearly 7 now.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xzDSGdgRvLlOE3xzFkHPCouKDZTD99itlIiyLNGPh3WCt7J-qAEWFRaRfLla7pIPVA96TwnFpTbOJR3xT0oYC8qDgCgdTIdhwY9mZEuMSkOCcb8NEFa5H3J1f3vZ3zArL1Vm3eYAxe4/s1600/IMG_0064.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xzDSGdgRvLlOE3xzFkHPCouKDZTD99itlIiyLNGPh3WCt7J-qAEWFRaRfLla7pIPVA96TwnFpTbOJR3xT0oYC8qDgCgdTIdhwY9mZEuMSkOCcb8NEFa5H3J1f3vZ3zArL1Vm3eYAxe4/s320/IMG_0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713317723787121138" /></a>I'm married to an unsung hero.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Vt3YwTE1WhPmWr5ve2Yp9P6mlZRF3zKzZrUIeZaiQLzzmHJlj2EY6kwuxOYR18-aoxPfKH2OQ13NJiqIKhI1xRoKR33HADD_SY27O0lkDKyy0b9jPRkjt4wqUhDHVvvEkldpikZY1QI/s1600/IMG_0062.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Vt3YwTE1WhPmWr5ve2Yp9P6mlZRF3zKzZrUIeZaiQLzzmHJlj2EY6kwuxOYR18-aoxPfKH2OQ13NJiqIKhI1xRoKR33HADD_SY27O0lkDKyy0b9jPRkjt4wqUhDHVvvEkldpikZY1QI/s320/IMG_0062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713317718190745250" /></a>I have my own collection of old suitcases and always keep my eyes open for more. They're great for storing old letters, journals, negatives, etc.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyucK3IFBmGURRXp9Efhdac_PwOwKnxUjUJPTpl00Z7WQpPrHTxZyA7cc8LYkEFle5kL0FdgYzeI7m6YQbbrH9FkjuPpstDiLNXngGqXBgoqa4J4ubVl645so0rV9V_tG2tpvvKbFTS3I/s1600/IMG_0061.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyucK3IFBmGURRXp9Efhdac_PwOwKnxUjUJPTpl00Z7WQpPrHTxZyA7cc8LYkEFle5kL0FdgYzeI7m6YQbbrH9FkjuPpstDiLNXngGqXBgoqa4J4ubVl645so0rV9V_tG2tpvvKbFTS3I/s320/IMG_0061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713317712587276994" /></a>I want to do this but haven't yet.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqcKQsedE0B5myFfFE2Ni_iEP5Dw433v4HciiASfYB9XGkjrSnu2O6a_CHWivD8UByFxuDGFEKfUHBEgu4w1XXhWUE8NKZDgjzfMtYAaD78efLP8Di_z6VIp863jULiLNjsZ2ReFsC2c/s1600/IMG_0059.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqcKQsedE0B5myFfFE2Ni_iEP5Dw433v4HciiASfYB9XGkjrSnu2O6a_CHWivD8UByFxuDGFEKfUHBEgu4w1XXhWUE8NKZDgjzfMtYAaD78efLP8Di_z6VIp863jULiLNjsZ2ReFsC2c/s320/IMG_0059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713317704919224738" /></a>This is pretty cool. I have a lot of old buttons. It would be a fun project for the grandkids.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7_TUioUGByeLZ2zOfQ_SyhuCo5ZFAC6J-6KqoyLtoo-DWtlYMHcfQfXiWwnl8z_nSUsNn3SDzT5wZ8otro5r5glomYmN5dxcOQGMoiOcKFf0Z2onzp0_OrAptFrVX5qOebPLvn3oGI0/s1600/IMG_0055.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7_TUioUGByeLZ2zOfQ_SyhuCo5ZFAC6J-6KqoyLtoo-DWtlYMHcfQfXiWwnl8z_nSUsNn3SDzT5wZ8otro5r5glomYmN5dxcOQGMoiOcKFf0Z2onzp0_OrAptFrVX5qOebPLvn3oGI0/s320/IMG_0055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713317700523697874" /></a>I love this. My Grandma and Uncle have something similar that they put together in their garden. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5IXjaFPYdZDFFhYHpYyZhhUwxFI2lBIDqf0AKHsoGTVYixu9VQ0wN3QPSSlsreaId15QV4Hw_bgPiFMaDXQG9QPiJXZ8PXKov8izH3YffPZfaKeeJYnZX1WcrdW9MFtCLI_Mz_vRJt8/s1600/IMG_0053.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5IXjaFPYdZDFFhYHpYyZhhUwxFI2lBIDqf0AKHsoGTVYixu9VQ0wN3QPSSlsreaId15QV4Hw_bgPiFMaDXQG9QPiJXZ8PXKov8izH3YffPZfaKeeJYnZX1WcrdW9MFtCLI_Mz_vRJt8/s320/IMG_0053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713317127726998658" /></a>Roma.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigT78LsM-m_sPm88axTkOlmQ5o0hkvsFMPfxee7iydojc6tiKZr5Nga-SMpqTZh8xJTuERGsqTc2DCl5_OqK5qIQKTGeKhcLKASC8O41ypk5q9XOvZ3XKU2xj1ach7xhuQT6_Mv6yeiDo/s1600/IMG_0052.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigT78LsM-m_sPm88axTkOlmQ5o0hkvsFMPfxee7iydojc6tiKZr5Nga-SMpqTZh8xJTuERGsqTc2DCl5_OqK5qIQKTGeKhcLKASC8O41ypk5q9XOvZ3XKU2xj1ach7xhuQT6_Mv6yeiDo/s320/IMG_0052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713317121076092802" /></a>Paris.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKyJB0rHFLxYPRpl-gOIV1Yz4T5oEPis2sHkFCOHg43Neygbd67RJAF8jhQVOPz_h7Qk01ojE76AAX_YVAIObrFvx5cGlWbCmSlxnK44aKajkDIWIwGiR-Nb2WN8MK5oeKWjwRK2BNVnQ/s1600/IMG_0049.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKyJB0rHFLxYPRpl-gOIV1Yz4T5oEPis2sHkFCOHg43Neygbd67RJAF8jhQVOPz_h7Qk01ojE76AAX_YVAIObrFvx5cGlWbCmSlxnK44aKajkDIWIwGiR-Nb2WN8MK5oeKWjwRK2BNVnQ/s320/IMG_0049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713317117966684930" /></a>Yes.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAUVc4rnlMezlz7z_WdD31uwqaejFHW50HylzF3DRpy7PjByebMk7qWi6NGb7yKz2Y-OgywqhsVLwcf6l3Sxs88r83Mg1tUK1OSCK8XEV92sOKFnJ9EDTJ5VAt2CoLX7dYsioA1iOXds/s1600/IMG_0047.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNAUVc4rnlMezlz7z_WdD31uwqaejFHW50HylzF3DRpy7PjByebMk7qWi6NGb7yKz2Y-OgywqhsVLwcf6l3Sxs88r83Mg1tUK1OSCK8XEV92sOKFnJ9EDTJ5VAt2CoLX7dYsioA1iOXds/s320/IMG_0047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713317108507743410" /></a>I got this little poem from a woman who used to live in our town. She was the "town grandma." Rest in peace, Grandma Mavis.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DUnh71DFrruBK5qmRwZZUAP35Nu5TuMiyB9jdN0B9Z5z61QTpqGbkkqkWaqw5U7dXZ3BV26LG5GhHveBZ3ubhsIcXtVWB3n2jgKCOz7T3BIZIzN4HPCG3J7a1X9B0W0I_hkQMrtQrCo/s1600/IMG_0046.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DUnh71DFrruBK5qmRwZZUAP35Nu5TuMiyB9jdN0B9Z5z61QTpqGbkkqkWaqw5U7dXZ3BV26LG5GhHveBZ3ubhsIcXtVWB3n2jgKCOz7T3BIZIzN4HPCG3J7a1X9B0W0I_hkQMrtQrCo/s320/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713317097373844994" /></a>Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-63229534387191289242012-02-25T12:29:00.002-08:002012-05-25T10:38:18.549-07:00Pink Rose CottageShe's doing Teacup Tuesdays again. Click on the link to enter her giveaway.Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-25015175829393556952012-02-18T17:14:00.001-08:002012-02-18T17:17:50.846-08:00MCP Actions GiveawayA GREAT giveaway from MCP Actions. Click here to enter to win a Nikon or Canon DSLR. There's a "consolation" prize of a $100 Amazon gift certificate. I've entered.Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-63042457319359657232012-02-16T23:41:00.000-08:002012-02-16T23:42:06.356-08:00ResourcesThe resources page has been updated. I still need to add some commentary and I know I'll come across more sites in my plethora of bookmarks. Stay tuned.Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-27420034635893185062012-02-15T20:47:00.000-08:002012-02-15T20:47:37.490-08:00Hmmmm Part 2, aka Small Town Cop Wife LifeSmall Town Cop Wife Life it is, but it's not going to be a new blog. It's going to be THIS blog. I've redesigned and renamed and added a bunch of links that I've found helpful over the years. I still have my other favorite blogs listed because our cop life is not our only life. We still have to maintain our perspective on other real stuff and not get myopic.<br /><br />But . . . I've just discovered I'm really hungry. One of the nice things about him working nights? Having cereal for supper.<br /><br />More later . . . .Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-60926220014171683142012-02-14T10:34:00.000-08:002012-02-15T22:01:32.146-08:00Happy Saint Valentine's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY805OrkUexKEHemxSGb4tGIwfLYF4H3hcwVcu2MChCxKFayBDMcNBjYvC3RvyKUL_CF-qFlW4aFitbK-K9YAjM7qtAGB7c3WG7AKT_cU1NgYK-fe5fF7xGbOQsKoaNOr54OBx8tV_sKg/s1600/two_people_make_world.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY805OrkUexKEHemxSGb4tGIwfLYF4H3hcwVcu2MChCxKFayBDMcNBjYvC3RvyKUL_CF-qFlW4aFitbK-K9YAjM7qtAGB7c3WG7AKT_cU1NgYK-fe5fF7xGbOQsKoaNOr54OBx8tV_sKg/s320/two_people_make_world.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709061901304241250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMPYV-V2UDappA_LuWhRu469MkP0Vk2WpG6rgwX-Cklmn1KagW110WDtGFCwOMCqUxd6AxwyUyGznlqb0WYCMzbltRF1Uq0QWrc97P0g5TEUSLbbStrURyrxNxRiu2UQ6-Zkdo5jdq8Q/s1600/Tricycle_Cop.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMPYV-V2UDappA_LuWhRu469MkP0Vk2WpG6rgwX-Cklmn1KagW110WDtGFCwOMCqUxd6AxwyUyGznlqb0WYCMzbltRF1Uq0QWrc97P0g5TEUSLbbStrURyrxNxRiu2UQ6-Zkdo5jdq8Q/s320/Tricycle_Cop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709061786547646466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMd8aI5UfofeCDnSA3oFe8CMoTM7-Vg0zoQTiuCH9z9rcSv4xqvuGMGnMVrNj7AadASe_APhxdS9oxBz9G7g3KzLAON0l71Gyadu71qF29_-5mYjf0E5cdaxIQjrVYkepDamjJaYm3-iY/s1600/love-be-loved-MS164.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMd8aI5UfofeCDnSA3oFe8CMoTM7-Vg0zoQTiuCH9z9rcSv4xqvuGMGnMVrNj7AadASe_APhxdS9oxBz9G7g3KzLAON0l71Gyadu71qF29_-5mYjf0E5cdaxIQjrVYkepDamjJaYm3-iY/s320/love-be-loved-MS164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709061782842222786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3eOZw9O-y9U2LFdz0ilt8beFlCBCnWAacE4zK9KpyTsJBsX_LVGtL7ZIHsYDAmj7Q2jeRX7XiO8D-njWdC8oGN5iVeW8SP5_XaIkcCOwDRXWmLPO3sEr1LYwSEcqYB68LrvFtdwokSD0/s1600/love_arms.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3eOZw9O-y9U2LFdz0ilt8beFlCBCnWAacE4zK9KpyTsJBsX_LVGtL7ZIHsYDAmj7Q2jeRX7XiO8D-njWdC8oGN5iVeW8SP5_XaIkcCOwDRXWmLPO3sEr1LYwSEcqYB68LrvFtdwokSD0/s320/love_arms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709061767876700050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6RTT1e2cO9OLZUFKe1s86GjqNDRWPp6XO4NuGCO8y4-TIx56cZUTk4ditSHFj9U8rNDiJw40dM6NBIteunY1yK5HmvFH4RVfHtBljiWCLS1pb_SoZNNmfVk5pZXLlqBOi2aMyqILfT-c/s1600/less-paperwork-MS163.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6RTT1e2cO9OLZUFKe1s86GjqNDRWPp6XO4NuGCO8y4-TIx56cZUTk4ditSHFj9U8rNDiJw40dM6NBIteunY1yK5HmvFH4RVfHtBljiWCLS1pb_SoZNNmfVk5pZXLlqBOi2aMyqILfT-c/s320/less-paperwork-MS163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709061771739993698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmRDzhCqvXv84LiPW74IGH9Lu5nII7HbfDvQIbxK9bbZQfsxPdC7HbZTB2ojAEToM0Px_Umyk7Hv5CwvH0eMpCCLWuBptfJR_aP7NAf9GC7LOFNXThNM7R_p0GoxhPuojQJiJtE5tba0/s1600/each_other.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmRDzhCqvXv84LiPW74IGH9Lu5nII7HbfDvQIbxK9bbZQfsxPdC7HbZTB2ojAEToM0Px_Umyk7Hv5CwvH0eMpCCLWuBptfJR_aP7NAf9GC7LOFNXThNM7R_p0GoxhPuojQJiJtE5tba0/s320/each_other.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709061766044108386" /></a>Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-68797972185818227712012-02-10T16:27:00.000-08:002012-02-15T20:43:53.888-08:00HmmmmmI'm thinking about doing a new blog about cop wife life. I was thinking I'd call it Sheepdog Wife. But, then . . . cop wife life seems fitting. 'The Cheerful One' just doesn't do it justice. :o) Stay tuned.Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839215120199260693.post-36752302410561085072011-12-31T13:27:00.000-08:002012-02-15T22:02:06.478-08:00Jim's Tribute to Judi<object width="400" height="224" ><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150352384665573" /><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150352384665573" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"></embed></object>Melodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11080566895134675426noreply@blogger.com0