Hot Tub, What??

Here goes. For many years I investigated Nurses. Let the snickering and comments begin. Trust me it's not all that, not always anyway.

Most of my investigations were of the narcotics use/abuse and theft variety, out of hospitals and nursing homes. Yep, they were stealing them from your sick, in pain or injured loved ones and using them for themselves. My job was to figure out who was doing this and getting them out of the nursing profession and/or getting them into a chemical dependency treatment program and away from access to narcotics. I wasn't half bad at it either. I made people nervous with my investigative style because I wasn't the usual government employee. I didn't work 8-5 Monday through Friday. I would work at night, weekends and even holidays if the case warranted it. People weren't always receptive to my unorthodox style. But this was why my conviction rates were so good.

I was also well liked by the nurses I was investigating. Many times either I or my supervisor received thank you letters and comments of appreciation from them. Even when I ruined their careers and caused them to lose their jobs. They still liked me.

This story is about one such Nurse, which over my ten year career, I happened to investigate her for narcotics use on three different occasions. She was a good person but just couldn't stay out of the narcotics.

The first time I interviewed her about theft I was being accompanied by a an older board member of the agency I worked for. During our interview this nurse was wearing a bright yellow jumpsuit. Every time she raised her hand to her face, the lower the zipper on her jumpsuit got. Finally the Board member looked at her and said something to the effect that neither of us really were interested in seeing her navel so maybe she should zip up. (PRICELESS) I almost couldn't keep a straight face. After our interview ended the board member looked at me and said I think she liked you. Coming from this prim and proper board member, I turned bright red and she just laughed till the tears rolled. Result of Investigation = Nursing license suspended one year and required to complete in patient chemical dependency treatment with random drug screens for one year.

Two years later. Same Nurse, same type of case. This time, the nurse called me. She reported herself. She told me she would like for me to come to the facility where she was working and she would give me a notarized written statement of confession. Well OK. I contacted the facility and scheduled an appointment with the Administrator and Director of Nursing. A couple hours later the guilty nurse called me again. During this call she said to me I know it's a good five hour drive for you to come out here. There is no sense in you getting a motel room, you can stay at my house. I have a hot tub and you can interview me while your relaxing in the hot tub. WHAT!!!

Well, do I have to say it. OK. I refused the offer. Not only that, I showed up a day earlier then arranged and surprised everyone. I got the information I needed and had the guilty nurse come to the hospital and provide her statement and then got back in my car and drove two hours away from that town. Result of Investigation Nursing license REVOKED for a minimum of two years. She later got her license reinstated but with a limitation that she have no access to any medications.

Number three. Approximately three years after she got her license back, here she is again. I get another call from this nurse. This time it's different though. This time she calls to say that she has started using again. She says she realizes that she will never be able to stay clean and sober. She is calling to tell me she was surrendering her license and it should arrive in the mail in the next couple days along with a letter admitting what she has done and that she wants her license to be permanently revoked. She told me Thank You for being a good friend to me (her) and for everything I did to try and help her. She apologized to me for letting me down.

What do you say to someone who does this. I tried to be compassionate to her, but I don't think I did a very good job. I offered to help her get back into treatment and she declined. She told me "Thank You" once more and hung up the phone. Two days later her license and letter arrived. Result of investigation, License inactivated, eligible for reinstatement upon proof of rehabilitation. In Lieu of permanent revocation as licensee requested.

A few months later, I received information she had passed away as a result of kidney failure. She was only in her mid 30's. She had destroyed her kidneys due to the medications she was abusing. I will always feel bad for this lady, even though there was nothing I could have done. Even though, I will always wonder if there really was something more I could have done.

Time for Reflection

One of the multitudes of things I enjoyed about being a Deputy was the solitude. No one looking over my shoulder. When I arrived at an intersection or "fork in the road" it was my choice which way I wanted to go. Kind of like the difference between right and wrong, but without the guilt that usually goes along with it. It was my choice, no one dictated whether I went left, right, straight ahead or made a U turn and went back the way I just came from.

On those nights when it was quiet in the County, I could drive and think about a myriad of things. Mostly though, I would drive in quiet reflection. I might think about family, friends, conversations that were had, arguments, funny or sad things I had witnessed, what could I have done in a particular instance that would have changed the outcome of a previous case and etc. and etc. Hell, why not say it, it would also be about what I wanted in my future. You know what I mean, places to go, people to see or meet, and things to have.

A few of those reflections have left indelible marks on me. Sometimes I learned something new about myself. Many times though, I was left with a sense of wonderment. Where did these thoughts come from. What put them in my head. How did they get there in the first place. Sometimes I was left with more questions then answers,but the awe factor remained.

This is one of the things I miss the most. I still try to recreate those quiet times of reflection, however it doesn't feel the same. I have found my new place for solitude and reflection. I am not driving like before, it is a nice place but I am stationary so it's a different feeling. When I'm there, I'm still in quiet reflection but I haven't achieved the same sense of satisfaction from it.

I have made the conscious choice to take my life in a different direction. So maybe this is why my moments of reflection don't feel the same. Maybe once I reach the moment where that sense of wonderment returns, it won't feel the same but will feel even better. Sometimes I still miss my old life, but now I look forward to my new life more and more everyday. My new life is full of wonderment and new possibilities of the likes that I haven't even imagined yet.

Now that I'm writing and thinking about this it finally makes sense. My times of reflection aren't that anymore. Instead of being reflections of the past, this time should be spent on visions of the future. Thank You for helping me figure this out.

What is that.

Dispatcher tones out the ambulance and dispatches Deputy (Me) and announces all units one vehicle roll over accident with injuries, five miles west of town on the highway. Here we go, lights on, Siren blaring, rushing to the scene. I arrive before the ambulance and see a white suv, glass all busted, roof caved in and a woman yelling my son is still in the car help him he's hurt.

I go to the side of the car where he is and he has a cut over his eye and is crying. I'm talking to him and trying to find out if he is hurt anywhere else. if he knows his name, does he know where he is, does he know whats happened, just checking his cognitive abilities. I tell him I am going to try and open his door so the ambulance crew who had arrived could help get him out of the vehicle.

Then it happened. As I was trying to pull open the door, plop, warm red and white goop dumps all over my legs and boots. I look down and my stomach rolls over. I look at the boy sitting in the car with blood on his face and shirt. The stomach rolls again. About this time the boys mother goes no, no, don't worry. Thats spaghetti, we were taking a big pot of it to a friends party that we were going to.

Both me and the ambulance crew both blew a sigh of relief and chewed it back. We then finished prying the door open and then the ambulance crew did their jobs and finished getting the young man from the vehicle and transported him for treatment at the hospital. Luckily, he only had minor injuries.

However, just so you know. It was quite a while before I could eat spaghetti again.

I need a new wheelcover

For much of my time as a Deputy I worked the night shift. One night while working I happened to lose one of the wheel covers (hubcap) off of my new patrol car. I was driving a brand new car not three months old yet and was missing a wheel cover.

So since I rarely had much interaction with the Sheriff. I did as I normally did whenever I needed to get equipment replaced. I went to the office and left him a note. It went something like this.

Boss,

Sometime during the night last night, I lost a wheel cover off of the patrol car. If you get a chance could you order me a replacement.

Thanks

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Simple right. Well, the next night when I go to work and go by the office there is a note from him, thumbtacked to the front of my inbox that said,

What's the matter, are your "nuts" exposed.

Then in little letters at the bottom of the note it said, I called and ordered you a new wheel cover.

What's that thumping noise?

During one of my investigations, I went to interview a lady who had information concerning one of my drug cases. She was not at work, so I went to her house and interviewed her. It was a small, messy (filthy) house with stuff strewn everywhere and junk piled on everything. To say the place reeked is an understatement.

She invited me in and threw some stuff off the couch so I could sit down.. Right after I sat down, I start hearing this thumping sound right behind me. I ignore it and start my interview so I can get the information and get the hell out of this pigsty before I get sick.

Well of course she wants to drone on and on about anything and everything and all about what the neighbors did and how the system is screwing her and her family and on and on. All the while I keep hearing this thump, thump, right behind me but don't dare turn around, thump, thump, thump. Finally I get all the information I need and I thank her for talking with me. Thump, thump, thump.

About this time her son comes walking in and tells his mom. You shouldn't have let him sit there the glass on the aquarium is broke. Mister you probably oughta move. I get up from the couch and look behind me as I do and there in a little broken glass aquarium is a freaking RATTLESNAKE. Just striking away at the glass right by where the back of my head was. As I leaped away from the couch I said how come he is not rattling. The kid says he is, see his tail, but his rattles were smashed by a car so I cut them off. I'm sure glad that glass didn't go ahead and break cause he sure seems pissed off at you.

As I was leaving this place I made a little mental note to myself. Make sure and pay attention to what is behind you at all times. Then I went to change my pants. I HATE SNAKES. Seriously, I HATE SNAKES.

Whats

Things I still smile about

There are many things about law enforcement work that can make you hard and jaded about the rest of the world. However there are happy things that occur, so little and slight you can forget them. Many of my happy times I had forgotten or closed them off in my brain. At least until this moment. I just woke up, my alarm clock says 2:24 in the a.m and here is list of happy memories. My brain is yelling at me to write them down.

I'm not going to explain them. They are moments in time and they made me happy and whenever I look back at this post or remember them again, they will still make me happy.

100 Grand and Payday candy bars. Brown eyes. Maya Angelou. Eating microwave popcorn in the wee hours of the morning. Eating chips and salsa at 6:30 a.m. before going to bed. Lascivious. All night car rides. 400 and Alabama. 1400 and Louisiana. Cruising the cemeteries in the middle of the night. Microphone clicks. Subway sandwiches. 1821066969.

These are just a few of the things I will cherish forever.

Now I can go back to sleep. Good Night Everyone

Ponder on This

A long time ago a lady I knew told me.

"The ones you Love aren't what makes your life. The Love you give them and receive from them and the memories made are what truly makes your life. These can never be taken away and live with us forever."

I truly love quotes. Whether they are from famous people, Presidents, Generals, Poets, or from the regular people you see everyday, yet they are very wise people I have known or met by happenstance. I used to enjoy sitting on the benches outside the stores in little towns with people when I was a child and just listen to their stories and the life lessons they wished to share with me. However, I stopped listening to these wonderful people and felt like I knew it all. Boy was I ever wrong. I have always still enjoyed reading peoples quotes. But very seldom did I really stop to think and contemplate what they truly meant.

The quote I mentioned above is one that I heard her say, but never really thought to much about it. I ran across the piece of paper the other day where I had jotted this down. I don't really know why I jotted it down but I did. Sometimes I will run across something, or hear somebody say something I thought was poignant or important or discover some quote and will just jot it down thinking I will think about it later. Most of the time I just end up throwing them away, never giving them a second thought, but this one I didn't throw away. I have kept it all of these many years. I don't know if she came up with it on her own or if she had learned it somewhere, but it was clear that it was meaningful to her. I truly wish she was still with us in this world so I could ask her about it. Unfortunately I don't have that option. So I have to work on understanding this on my own.

Lets recap. "The ones you Love don't make your life. The Love you give them and receive from them and the memories made are what truly makes your life. These can never be taken away and live with us forever." What does this mean? Now there is a question for you.

I have my thoughts about this, and when I stop to think about it the first thing I think is, you know what she is right. It's not the ones you love that make your life, it is the memories. But then I think it's wrong. If the ones I loved were never in my life, I wouldn't have these memories to carry with me in the first place. However, I do agree that the love given and received and the memories that were made will never be taken away and will live with us forever. I also feel these memories can and should make us better people as we continue to go on about our lives.

I will look at this quote over and over again, just as I do a few others I enjoy. I am also sure my thoughts about its true meaning will grow and change as I go on through my life. But, one thing will never change. My appreciation of the lovely lady who said it to me and the memories of her I shall always remember.

Sometimes ya just gotta say it.

Hello Scanner Land. They are either a cops best friend or your biggest problem. They either love to listen in on whats going on in the area or they are nosy or bored, or all of the above. I was routinely one they loved. Mainly because I had fun with the police scanner listeners and would tell it like it is/was. No fancy radio codes, just plain English.

An example of this is one night I was dispatched to a Donkey had gotten loose and was causing traffic problems and running out onto the highway. I went to the area/town where it was reported to be and guess what, no donkey. I drove up and down the highway, the towns streets and looked everywhere I could think a free hoofing donkey might be. Nothing, not even anything that could be confused with a donkey. I spent a good 15-20 minutes looking and nothing could be found.

The proper way to have cleared from this call would have been to use the fancy 10 codes to clear the call and found nothing to report. Well I didn't do that. I called in by radio and stated to dispatch I was clearing, and apparently I can't find my ass for a hole in the ground.

Like I said, scanner land loved me.

She was 7, almost 8

I am going to be upfront right from the beginning of this particular Blog. IT IS SAD, NOTHING BUT SAD. Don't read this if you don't want to feel SAD.

In every law enforcement officers profession there is a first time for everything to happen. This was my first time for a fatality accident, the first time for the fatality of a child, and the first time for the fatality of a child that I knew. It was also the first day I flipped a switch off in my head to cope with the pain, misery, fear and ungodly sadness that makes us all human beings.

When I began my career as a law enforcement officer, I showed up that first day, got my badge, uniforms, keys to my Ford Crown Victoria and a county map. I was told we don't have anyone to train you, so just go out there and figure it out. Well, I was gung ho and just took off and frankly did just that. I thought I was invincible and proved that by wading into things that I had no idea about what I was doing. I flew by the seat of my pants. This became my motto.

Well things were great for several months. I moved into a little town and met a few of the people there. Most people avoided the "cop" like the plague. However, there was a little girl who got off the school bus every day right in front of my house. Which was also at the same time I would be leaving for work. She was a sweet pretty little girl with blonde curly hair and big brown eyes that took in everything around her (more like drank in everything around her) . She always had a smile and everyday she would say to me "Hi Mr. Policeman". We would talk for a few minutes and she would then tell me "bye" and then she would skip home to her house three doors down from mine. I would wave at her as I drove off and she would smile and wave back.

We kept this up for several weeks. One day, a friday, I was on a day off and was out cleaning and straightening out my car and equipment when she came home. She stopped and talked. She was asking about everything in the car and I told her what everything was and how it all worked. We sat down on the curb by the car and we ate pixie stix, drank a soda and talked and had a great time. When she got ready to leave she gave me a big hug and said thank you for telling me about everything. I told her she was welcome and went on my way.

The next day, Saturday, I left early and went to my office to do some work. I was called in the squadroom and told they needed me to come on duty that there was an injury accident not to far from my house. I went on duty and responded to the scene. This was also my very first injury accident call. I arrived at the scene of the accident and there was a Jeep CJ 7 that had rolled over and was lying on its side. I went running up to the scene to take care of the injured and when I stepped around the vehicle A big part of me just fell apart. There lying on the ground was my sweet little neighbor girl, crushed, because she had been ejected from the Jeep and it had rolled over on her. Need I say it. Well , my first injury accident had now become my first fatality accident, my first death of a child, and my first fatality where I knew the victim.

I will say it. I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL TO DO. I wanted to fall on the ground and cry, no SOB. I wanted to run away and hide. I wanted to scream out in agony.

I didn't get the chance. A lady that was at the scene grabbed me and jerked me around to look at her, she shook me and said Straighten Up, Now. You have to take care of this, this is your Job.

Just like that, a switch in my head just SHUT OFF. No more emotion, just get the job done. This is just what I did. I asked where the driver of the vehicle was. I was told that she got picked up by another person and they took her to the hospital because she was hurt. I said she just left her (little girl) here. The person told me she said there is nothing I can do for her she is dead. Nothing Showed on my face, No Emotion allowed. Inside I was being ripped to shreds.

Well paperwork, diagrams, sketches, measurements and photographs were taken. Luckily my dispatcher had contacted the Highway Patrol and asked if they had a trooper on duty and available close to my area and he responded and walked and talked me through the entire ordeal. I don't remember his name anymore but whoever he was I want to say "THANK YOU" now.

After the scene was cleared and the vehicle released to the tow service I and the Highway Patrolman went to the hospital to meet and talk to the driver to find out what happened. We arrived and went into the Emergency Room and we were informed that she had been treated and released and was sitting outside waiting for her ride to pick her up. We went outside and there a woman sat with an open 12 pack of beer with several empty cans beside her. I asked her what happened and she said that she had got to close to the edge of the gravel road and she slid and it rolled over and through her daughter out. I asked her why she left the scene, she said she was hurt and I needed to get to the hospital. I asked so why didn't you bring the little girl. SHE LOOKED AT ME AND SAID "SHE WAS DEAD, THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO".

The next thing I know I am being pulled away by the trooper and being told you need to leave, Right Now. Get out of here, Right Now. Another officer at the hospital took me to my car and said go to the office, we will be there in a few minutes. I was soon met by them and apparently I attempted to go after this mother and they had to restrain me. I honestly don't remember a thing after this woman had said that and them dragging me away from there.

Well this is bad enough right. RIGHT. However it's not over yet. My day of firsts aren't over yet. I then had to accompany this little girl to the coronors office to witness first Autopsy. I then had to accompany her to the Mortuary for my first time to witness a body being embalmed. ENOUGH ALREADY. Wrong, there is more

Three days later, I come on duty and am directed to assist with traffic control for a funeral that is to be coming to my area in about a half hour. I get to stop and direct traffic for her funeral. Nothing Showed on my face, No Emotion Allowed. But I was dying on the inside.

The switch in my head that I switched off. It stayed switched off for a long time. No Emotions, No Love, No Caring, No Compassion, NOTHING!!!! Just pure hate, contempt and pain. Mine and anybody who got in my way, I cared absolutely less for what anyone felt, wanted, needed. Get Over It. Get Away From Me.

I eventually flipped this switch back on. To some degree anyway. I would say maybe "half way on". But BAM, just like that I could and would flip it right back off. Turn plumb mean and cause destruction to myself and others in my life.I am not Bragging or Boasting about this. I am Ashamed of this.

This little girl comes back to visit me every year. In my thoughts, in my dreams, in the things and people I see around me, and in the conversations and laughter of children I happen to see.

I feel like this little girl came to see me again yesterday at my garage sale. There was a little girl who came with her parents and was just so sweet, blonde curly hair, big brown eyes and just plain Happy. She was a little Angel, talking about her birthday and was curiously watching, looking and listening to everyone and everything, just drinking it all in. It didn't dawn on me at the time or I would have paid more attention to her. Actually it didn't dawn on me until right now, as I am sitting here writing this. with tears in my eyes and running down my cheeks. I think and really feel that my little Angel friend has come to see me again. I think she has been coming to see me every year for these 25 years trying to teach me something. No One has ever known how much her death affected me because I refused to let anyone in. No One, No Emotion, Nothing Showed on my Face.

I think maybe now I understand. I understand why this little girl has been coming to see me and what she has been trying to tell me. To turn that switch On, all the way On, and to leave it On. To feel free to live life, to feel life and to share my thoughts, feelings and emotions with everyone in my life.

My life is undergoing many amazing changes right now. With much of it, I am scared. However, I am also embracing it and the many amazing changes that are coming with it. I have a fresh and newfound faith in this world. I am Positive all of our goals, hopes, dreams and aspirations will occur.

My Little Angel, I have finally heard what you have been trying to tell me. I never knew your name and I regret that fact. However you will always have a special place in my heart.

You can rest now my little friend. I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU, THINK OF YOU AND LOVE YOU.

Get on the ground

During my law enforcement days, I had many exciting opportunities to assist in working narcotics cases. FUN, FUN for one and all, especially us cops.

On one particular bright and sunshiny day, we had finally completed one of our cases and obtained search warrants for two different locations. We decided to hit both places at exactly the same time to avoid any chances of losing our evidence and our suspects (ie. drugs and criminals). We got the entry teams set up and our assignments of who was doing what job/task covering what place and going where when we arrived at our sites. Damn it, on this one I got assigned to be the guy who went to the back door. All the way out there I was mumbling about not being in on the action, the back door sucks, nothing ever happens at the back door.

Well, we arrived about a 1/4 mile from the house and they dropped me off, I circled around and got set up on the back of the house. About 5 minutes later they entry team hit the front door, yelling SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT!!!! SEARCH WARRANT!!!! and made entry into the house, grabbing the occupants in the house and cuffing them.

Then over my portable radio I hear, we got a runner, he is headed for the back door. In the house I hear the telltale thump, thump, thump, of running feet. I aimed my handgun at the back door and took about three steps back waiting for the door to open. It came swinging open with a bang and I am looking at a big man, his eyes got as big as saucers while looking at the business end of my handgun and I yelled at him, "You better get your face on the ground, NOW!!! And thats just what he did. He just kept his hands in the air and fell face forward out the back door of the house. landing perfectly on his face on the ground. Oh, and by the way, at this time I will tell you there were no back steps at this door and it was a good 4 foot drop from the door sill to the ground. But when he hit the ground, he never moved.

After my cover officer arrived, I handcuffed him, got him on his feet and searched him for weapons and contraband. Guess what, he had illegal narcotics in his possession. I then took him to the hospital to have him checked for injuries and to clean him up from the bloody nose and split lips he received when he face planted out that back door. Then he got to spend some quality time at the county jail.

The officer that was chasing him down the hallway told me later that day that I just stood there looking at the guy and said. I can't believe you just did that. did you see that.

I guess this just goes to show. druggies are not the sharpest tools in the shed.

Monkey

During my career as a deputy, I saw some, shall we say, interesting things. One particular night I was dispatched to take a non injury accident report. I was to meet the reporting party in front of the bank in a small city in my County.

I arrived at the bank and spoke with the lady driving the car and asked if she was OK and she said she was not injured. I asked what had happened and she said that she was on her way home and a deer was in the road and she swerved to miss it. When she did, she hit a highway pole on the passenger side of her car. I got all of the needed information, from her for my accident report, drivers license information, vehicle registration and her insurance information. I then completed the report. I then took out my camera and began taking pictures of the vehicle and also took pictures of the damaged area of the vehicle. While I was taking pictures, out of the corner of my eye I saw something moving and a small hairy hand and arm appeared in the passenger window. I shined my flashlight in the window and saw a very small creature that was covered in dark hair.

The words that came out of my mouth can never be taken back no matter what I do. Without missing a beat I looked at the lady and said. "Hey lady, where did you get the little monkey?" WRONG THING TO SAY!!!!

The lady immediately burst into tears and said that's not a monkey, thats my baby.

Luckily I managed to snap a picture of the kid with my accident photos. Because she complained about me and my rude statements of her child. When I was called in for my counseling session, I showed the photos to my Sheriff and he said that maybe I should have asked her. Now who is this handsome little guy. I laughed and said with my luck it would have been a girl.

I'm Running from my Reality

Have you ever wanted to do that? Me. TOO.

Today, I am getting out of this house and this town. I've had enough. My son has a basketball game about an hour from here and I am gone. I'm leaving early and my plan is to eat fast food and hit the book store, the sporting goods store, I am going shopping for a new firearm. (nothing like a new Glock, Sig Sauer, Smith and Wesson or Bushmaster, and a lota rounds to cheer a feller up).

I have allowed myself to get depressed over my becoming disabled. I have improved upon my bad mood and bad attitude and my feelings or being useless and worthless are taking over. It is time for me to knock it the hell off. It is hard for me to find my new place in this world now that I can't do what I have done for the last 25 years. I want it right now, patience has never been my strong suit. I was always making things happen, not waiting for them to happen.

So, I am taking advantage of this opportunity of the basketball game, loading myself up hitting the road and giving myself the opportunity to have some fun doing what I always enjoyed. GUNS, BOOKS, and shopping at Pawn Shops. Oh yeah and eating at fast food restuarants.

Good Luck to my son and his team today. Every one please wish me luck as well, I need it.

It is a very, very cold day here. The outside temperature is 7 degrees with a -10 degree windchill. I know there are places colder then this, but this is cold enough. Titanium and cold don't agree with each other.

So, this is whats on the menu for today. How about Taco Soup. This is a very simple and easy dinner idea, even Mr Man can't screw this one up. Its great for the crock pot.

ingredients are

1 lb. of ground beef/hamburger (cooked and drained)

3 15 oz. cans of corn (do not drain)

3 15 oz. cans of Ranch style beans (chili beans in sauce)

3 10 oz. cans or Rotel diced tomatos/green chilis (do not drain)

1 packet of hidden valley ranch salad dressing and seasoning mix

Into your crock pot, add the hamburger, seasoning mix and all of your undrained corn, beans and Rotel and mix them together.

Once this soup is completely heated through it is ready to eat.

Note, I also make this with chopped up chicken instead of hamburger. It also can be made in a large pot on the stove if you prefer. I like it in the crockpot because I can start it around noon on low heat and let it go all day.

Have fun and as Rachel Ray likes to say, This is what could be for dinner tonight, or something to that effect.

House Husband

Well, it's official. I'm a HOUSE HUSBAND. Thanks to some well placed medicinal titanium hardware, I am now doing the cooking and laundry around here. I am also establishing a strong friendship with washing dishes, dusting and other household chores.

Surprise, I am actually starting to enjoy it. It sure has been to me. I have started hunting recipes and some new meal ideas via the computer. I have also screwed up a couple recipes and nothing but a double layer of trash bags could handle the stuff. Can you say "delivery" yep it saved the day. Also cooking has been educational, who knew there were so many freakin spices. My plan is to use every one of them in some way and some how. Stay tuned because I am going to provide the endeavors or Mr. Man cooking with this blog. By the way, allspice, it isn't.

Laundry, now what the heck are all these different temperatures of water for and different cycles, none of our laundry is delicate. Wrong, ruin a couple of items and let me know how long you were in the dog house for. I think my punishment was EXTREME. I am also learning all the ins and outs of laundry detergents, liquid fabric softeners, dryer sheets, scented and unscented and the reasons why the heck this is important. Also, did ya know there is a dry cleaning in the dryer system. I didn't either but now I gotta give it a shot. There will be follow ups on my Laundry learning lessons here too.

Stay Tuned....