Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Flipping and Kicking

Baby Blue has been flipping and kicking non-stop these days. I usually wake-up in the wee hours of the morning to the little thumps in my tummy. Blue hasn't been able to catch any of them yet.

Now that The Boy and Waffle are older I find that I'm even more excited than my past pregnancies to see who this person is growing inside of me. My kids have such different interests, strengths and personalities. The Boy is an information junkie just like his father. He hones in on something and has to know everything there is to know about it. Yesterday he was trying to figure out taxes. Waffle is...well, she's a special one. I took her to a clothing store the other day and she was half-in a bin of sale shoes practically vibrating with excitement over the colours and sparkles. It's been fun watching them figure out who they are and what this world holds for them.

And what about this one?
Boy? Girl? Artist? Active? Laid-back?

A few more days and I'm half-way there!

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Force of Habit

Posted by: Blue

Today, while driving home in my personal vehicle, someone cut me off while changing lanes in an intersection, speeding, and talking on her cell phone.

I reached for the Federal System switch out of instinct.

Alas, my truck does not have lights or sirens.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Helping Out

Posted by: Blue

Helping out on a different shift is like being the new kid in school halfway through the year.

You don't really know anyone, you're not in on any of the inside jokes, and you usually end up pissing someone off without trying, just because they do things slightly different than your shift does.

Sunday, June 10, 2012


Posted by: Blue

Last night was a flurry of drunks.  Not unlike most other weekends.

Drunk # 1:

  • Wandering in traffic
  • Kept answering "That's right" to questions like: "What's your address?"
  • Wearing his shirt around his neck like a scarf

Drunk # 2:

  • Call info: intox. male, c/b (concious/breathing), passed-out at party.... (if he's passed out, he's not concious...?)
  • No one in the house knew who he was.
  • Couldn't stand on his own feet
  • Had a huge 6" x 6" scar from previous brain surgery
Drunk # 3: 
  • On a tear for his bachelor party but his friends had ditched him
  • Almost naked when we found him (underwear hanging halfway down his arse)
  • Kept asking me if I played hockey and then telling me I was a waste of tall when I told him I didn't
Drunk # 4:
  • Found while we were trying to find a place for Drunk # 3 to sober-up
  • Was trying to drink out of his cell phone when I told him to call a friend to pick him up
  • Went from not being able to walk down stairs under his own power to explaining technical details about flying F-18 fighter jets within 25 minutes
  • His friends had also ditched him

Saturday, June 9, 2012


Posted by: Blue

Yesterday, I worked all day installing a kitchen and then worked all night in a cruiser.

I fell asleep at around 6:15 a.m. while typing a report.  I ended up with two pages of:


I was meant to be on Annual Leave this week but something got messed-up on the schedule so I had to go in to work, but I didn't have another day for at least six weeks when I could put in the cabinets.

When the shift was ending, all 3 night crews in the district were in the station on arrests with 2 of the 3 evening cars held-over (also both grounded in the station), and the city was well-established into a raging inferno of criminal activity and looked to be burning to the ground, metaphorically speaking (literally in the case of a few arson calls).  143 calls in the queue with 9 priority 2's (immediate danger including active assaults in progress).  The most I have seen thus far in my career have been 3 or 4 P2's.  The dispatcher was calling the Sgt.'s and desperately searching for a crew that could respond.  Everyone was tied down.

The Sgt. said we looked like zombies.  I said: "Brrraaaaaaiiiiins!!!" and laughed like a hyena.  Couldn't help it.  It wasn't really funny, but I was giddy with exhaustion.  He said he was thinking of sending us out to shag calls but after looking at us, he decided we were more of a liability than an asset out there.

I promised I would be better rested for tonight.

Staying Close

I went to bed shortly after Blue left to start his night shift. I turned back the sheets and slid into his spot. My head hit his pillow and I was out.

The next time I woke-up the light was poking through the curtains and Blue was humming a tune outside the bedroom door. As I got up to face the day he came in and lay down on my usual side of the bed.

It's the little things that help us stay close while we navigate this career. It's all in the little whispers, the little looks, the quick little texts that keep us feeling like we're in this together.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

What Are Friends For?

Posted by: Blue

A few days ago my partner and I were parked on one of the major streets in our district, catching-up on a report.  I was jumping and I was grumpy because a woman had promised to turn herself in on a warrant that we hadn't had time to deal with the day before.  She lied.  I hate that.

It was a beautiful night so we had the windows down when a bright red Grand Am went flying by with a male in the rear right passenger seat who yelled something unintelligible at us as he passed.

"Light him up, JT."  I said.

JT already had his finger on the Federal System switch.  We pulled them over a few blocks later in a parking lot.

The passengers were all ID'd.  The driver gave us a name and said he didn't have a licence on him.

He lied.  I hate that.

He gave us the name of his brother too, so that's Personation.  In the end, he was a Prohibited Driver (criminal offence, not traffic violation), had a warrant for Fail to Appear in Court, and also was done for the new Personation charge.  The funny part was that two of the other three passengers had valid licences.

I told him his dumb-dumb buddy got him arrested just because he was leaning out a window and yelling something to grab our attention.

He said: "What are friends for, anyway?"

Friday, June 1, 2012

On Country Music

Posted by: Blue

My partner JT and I both love Dwight Yoakam.

Two days ago I was working with a temporary partner and I turned on the song "Please Daddy" by Dwight Yoakam.  It's a song about a woman who leaves her husband and little daughter.  The daughter tells her father not to cry and that she'll be with him through the hard time.  It's a sad old country song.

Just as the song was ending, we were dispatched to a Sudden Death.

A 41 year old woman had died of undetermined causes, leaving behind a common-law spouse and four children.  As we entered the home, the youngest daughter, 7, was consoling her father as he cried.

Sometimes this job sucks.  No matter how much you love it.