Thursday, November 29, 2012


Posted by: Blue

Last night I ran downstairs to grab something just before dinner.  I stepped in a puddle at the bottom of the stairs.

Our hot water tank blew out.

In preparation for the new tank, I went about tidying our messy laundry/utility room.

I hate letting people into my laundry room.  It is dark, dank, dismal, dreary, destitute, drippy and dungeon-esque.

Here is a list of other things that make me uncomfortable:

  • Dentist check-ups
  • Vehicle maintenance and repairs
  • Tax season
  • Meeting with bankers
  • Crossing the border
  • Security checks at the airport
They all make me feel scrutinized unnecessarily; like someone is judging me based on my flossing technique or how often I change the oil in my truck.

I imagine that these things make me feel very similar as a good person does while talking to the police. Traffic stops used to be on the list before I became a cop and saw them from the other side.  My brother has voiced many times that cops give him the heebie-jeebies.  I can totally understand that.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012


Posted by: Blue

I have extended my holidays for another week and a half.  I have been enjoying my time with the family and our new boy.  My days have been spent washing dishes, washing clothes, and washing my daughter's vomit off of the floor... but I am loving it.  

When I'm not doing any of the above, I have been geeking out on the couch, perusing knives, flash-lights and all things paracord (a new find for me).  To sample my latest hobby, take a look here, or click on the link for Stormdrane's Blog on the right hand side of the page.

Tomorrow my relaxation is cut down and I will be double-dipping by working on 4 kitchens during my time off.  Gotta pay for Christmas.

A Happy Thanksgiving to all of you American readers, by the way.  I hope you all had a good time with friends and family (even if you aren't celebrating the real Thanksgiving which actually comes in October).

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Baby Blue

Our Baby Blue is a boy! He came into the world at 8:27 last night after only 2.5 hours in active labour. 
It was crazy and it was beautiful and I'm glad it's all over and that we're home and doing well. 

Monday, November 19, 2012

The Waiting Game

Posted by: Blue

I'm off until December 2 in anticipation of our new baby.

The little bugger has held on perfectly until I was off duty.  Now for the waiting game.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Hurry Up and Wait

Blue has started calling me 'Preggo-Pop'

I thought that I was going into active labour last week. Blue was on a serious Motor Vehicle Collision call involving a truck and a young pedestrian. It was his unit that was escorting the girl to the hospital. Apparently his phone doesn't work too well in hospitals. My contractions were coming every 12 minutes. If I had needed him I would have had to call 911. 

Thankfully they fizzled after two hours.
We are still here and still waiting.

Thursday, November 15, 2012


Posted by: Blue

Last night was quiet.

Quiet is a bad word.  It usually means the bad guys are regrouping and planning a sneak attack.

The longer the quiet time, the more violent the uprising.

But while it was quiet, JT and I were resting, completing paperwork, and shooting the shit with the SGT and the rest of the shift.  It was a welcome change of pace for the night shift.

Sunday, November 11, 2012


Posted by: Blue

A thank you to all veterans, to whom we owe every ounce of our freedom.  God bless you for your sacrifices.  We would not be where we are today without the young men and women who left their homes and travelled overseas to fight, hoping to see the world and come back victorious but more often than not returning to their families broken both in spirit and in body, or worse; never returning at all.

It behoves us all to honour a moment of silence today while we reflect on what they have given.

Today, I saw a weathered veteran in his dress tunics on his way to or from some Rememberance Day ceremony stop his vehicle to help an elderly lady whose car was stuck in the snow.  It struck me that he was a person who had spent his whole career giving to others not because it was his job, but because he was a king among men who cared for others around him.

Monday, November 5, 2012


One of the things that I love most about Blue working evening and night shift is that he doesn't see how freakishly early I go to bed. It's 4:30pm and I'm already eyeing the sad.

Sunday, November 4, 2012


At the breakfast table today:

CB: Can we do a #2 and a #4 this time? I feel like I kinda botched the last cut with the #1 and #3.

Blue: kinda did.

Blue has been asking me for a haircut for a few days now. Between him asking at inopportune times (don't ask a ready-to-pop pregnant lady to get-up and cut hair right after she's snuggled-up in bed for an afternoon's not happening!) and me putting it off for fear of messing it up it just hadn't happened.

I always cut Blue's hair. I've done it for quite awhile, but since becoming a cop he is very particular about how his hair is. Last time he decided to go a bit shorter than normal and, well, the shorter the hair the more noticeable the mistakes.

He showed-up to work and was made fun of for his totally goofy hair. Don't worry, I ended-up fixing it.

I normally get a bit nervous cutting his hair because the man is slightly OCD. Now I'm even more nervous because he'll head into the station and potentially be laughed at (all in good fun, of course). However, he agreed to switch back to the #2 and #4 which has calmed my nerves. It looks much better, but that's just my opinion.

Do any of you other police wives cut your officers hair?

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Breathe in, 2, 3, 4...

Baby Blue can come any day now. Actually, it would be perfect for Baby Blue to decide to enter the world right now as Blue doesn't go back to work until Monday. So I'm sitting here blogging and drinking my Raspberry Leaf Tea and seeing if I can get something going.

But then that will stop on Monday and I'll hold my breath until Blue is off shift again.

Here's the problem with being married to a Police Officer, they aren't always accessible. And that's normally not a problem at all, except when I'm about to go into labour. This is the single most stressful thing on my plate right now. I'm not all that worried about what will happen when I get to the birth centre and am with my midwife, but it's the not knowing when it will happen and where Blue will be and if he'll be involved in a high-risk something-or-other right when I need him.

So I have a back-up, and then another back-up and a couple more back-ups after that. We only have one vehicle and Blue has to take it to work. So what if I'm at home, with my two kids and baby decides to come while Blue is at work? Well, I'll call one of my back-ups and hope that Blue isn't in the process of arresting someone. Not a big deal, right? Well, here's the thing, this is my third. Waffle only took 4.5 hours to make her grand entrance into the world and they say (whoever 'they' is) to halve your labours with every child. My midwife even asked, raised eyebrows and all, how quickly I can get to the centre once things start moving. It's only 15 minutes away, but if Blue is at work and I'm at home and I have to wait for someone to get to my house to pick the kids and I up then how much time will that take? I don't know.

This is where my composure crumbles and I start to stress. I'm sure everything will be fine and, if anything, I can always have the baby in an ambulance right outside my front door like my friend did last month.

Blue isn't concerned in the least bit. He's got a car with lights and sirens and doesn't have to abide by traffic rules and speed limits...

I will admit that it would be pretty cute for Baby Blue's first family picture to be with Blue in his uniform, but I'm not going to be upset if I go into labour when we're all relaxed and together at home.