Sunday, March 31, 2013


Posted by: Blue

This morning, after a long shift, we were getting our prisoner checked at the hospital before jail.

One car ahead of me at the hospital, my classmate had one in custody for murder.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Good Friday

Posted by: Blue

Last night was busy.  Two arrests before lunch; I cut myself on a window while breaking into a house on a weapons call; seven other calls including a hospital wait and 3 or 4 traffic stops.

I like nights like that.  It's the paperwork that I hate.  I could arrest people all night long, go to domestics, B&E's, guns, drugs, gangs.  I love the job.  But that damn paperwork is a killer.  Every so often, the powers that be attempt to "streamline" everything by adding some more paperwork.  Usually a check-sheet or form.  The hardest part of the job is trying to remember what damn forms you need and how to fill them out properly.

But I digress.

Last year, the day after Good Friday was dead.  I'm hoping for the same this year to catch up on the unnecessary evil of the paperwork after all of the important things we've been doing.

My Life is Exhausting

Last night I took The Boy, Waffle and Little Blue to our church for a Maundy Thursday potluck  Between getting the ingredients and cooking the food, I had spent a few hours making a massive dish of cannelloni for everyone. Blue started a long stretch of nights so he wasn't able to come with us.

The kids have been on spring break this week. The first morning that they were off The Boy turned to me and said, "I'm bored. I want to go back to school." Keep in mind that this is coming from a kid that likes to solve math problems just for fun...I figured I better plan some good activities to keep them entertained. Blue was able to join us for most of them since he had a few days off. We went swimming, glow bowling, mini-golfing, to Ikea (the kids had never been and they thought the giant maze-like store was pretty fun), out for lunch a few times, had their friends over for play dates, sent Waffle to a friends house for her first-ever sleepover, watched a few movies and did a few crafts.

Yesterday I drove around getting the kids little things for an Easter hunt on Sunday and my food for the potluck. I was dead tired from the craziness of the week and I had a cup of coffee in my hand for the majority of the day.

It's a lot to get two kids, a baby and a dish of food out the door. Between helping set-up, wrangling kids, feeding a baby (twice), feeding kids, feeding myself, wrangling kids again and packing everything/everyone up I barely heard the message and had hardly any time to visit with friends.

By the time we got home (Little Blue screamed the entire way) I was furious with the whole evening and a few of the things the kids had done and I had to deal with it all by myself because Blue was working. I went to bed wondering why I even bother. There are a lot of moments during a lot of days where I feel like all of my efforts go completely unappreciated and unnoticed. There are stretches of days where I feel like a single parent when Blue is on shift and everything falls on my shoulders, or at least it feels that way. It's easy to look at other people and think they have it way easier or way better...and maybe they do. We knew going into this that it would be difficult.

I hope when the kids are a little bit older they're able to look back and remember all of the fun movie nights and family game nights and crafts that we did and they're able to overlook all of the times their mom was a total basket-case.

At this point in time, my life feels completely exhausting.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Tommy Solami Part V

Posted by: Blue

I've got court scheduled in May for ol' Tommy Solami.

I'm interested to catch-up on the drama between him and his girlfriend.

Monday, March 25, 2013

The Liquor Store

Posted by: Blue

Two nights ago, we were assigned to a disturbance right out of the station before briefing was complete.

Six minutes later, we were fighting with the suspect in the middle of a crowded liquor store.

We gave him a number of knee strikes aimed at his common peroneal nerves and finally managed to pull his hands from under his body and got him into cuffs.

He was negative for any police involvement other than traffic tickets.  He calmed down and ended up at the tank for the next few hours.

My right knee still hurts.  I missed the common peroneal and drove my knee straight into his hip.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

The Gambler

Posted by: Blue

Three nights ago, we took a drunk out of a bar.  She had lost her whole welfare cheque on the VLT's and was asking other patrons for change.

On the way to her house, we asked her how much she had lost.


"I'm on all week on evenings and next week I'm on nights.  I don't want to see you in any of the bars.  Your kids deserve better."

She broke down crying.  "Everything I do is for my kids."

I looked at her in the rear-view mirror.  She looked back at me then looked away.  She knew I didn't believe that.  Neither did she.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Court and Re-cert

Posted by: Blue

Today I was originally subpoenaed for court.  I was cancelled Friday.

Recertification for Police Vehicles Operation was cancelled for tomorrow because the track is snowed-under.

Two extra days off.

Saturday, March 16, 2013


Posted by: Blue

This Spring, our district is merging with the South.

The rush has started and the Sergeants are being shuffled.  Now all of the Constables are trying to vie for a position with their favourite boss while trying to avoid any problem cops and maintain their current partners if at all possible.

It is shaping up to be a big gong show.  So far, JT and I believe we might just get to stay together.  One of the senior guys on our shift is sticking on to advocate for the Constables and the new Sergeant for our shift is saying "If it ain't broke, I don't intend to fix it."

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Hit & Run

Posted by: Blue

Today, we were dispatched to a call for a hit and run collision with a semi trailer hitting a light standard and knocking it down.

Four witnesses phoned-in with the same description and information.  We headed to the shipping yard to locate our truck.  When we got there, we asked the receptionist if she could call one of her drivers to meet with us.  She was very helpful, but she said it might take a while.


"It might be hard to find the driver."

"Can't you just ask dispatch to raise him?"

She laughed.  "We have more than 1000 rigs.  Each of them has 2 trailers.  We can track him down, but it might take a few."

"I see."

1000 tractors is a lot of tractors.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013


Posted by: Blue

Today, JT had court on a 4 year old drug arrest.

He testified for half an hour and was dismissed.  This was the third trial date that had been set.  Apparently the accused kept firing his lawyers.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Lights Down

Posted by: Blue

Last night, a fire on a hydro pole (utility pole for any Americans) cut power to a few square blocks in an industrial and business area near the airport.

JT and I were stuck directing traffic for 9 hours.  When the signals crew finally arrived, it took them all of 6 minutes to solve the problem.

Before that, we had a weapons call.  When we showed up, the complainant identified the gun as a "Glock with a brown handle that was a 5-shot revolver, 9mm..."  It was apparently in an unidentified male's waistband but only the grip was seen.  The complainant was certain of each detail.

We could tell he was lying because of the way he described the gun (not to mention all four of the officer's spidey senses were going haywire).  Just try a Google search for a weapon that includes all of those details.  If you can find it, you're a better cop than I.

He admitted to his B.S. when I called him on it.  JT told him not to lie to the police any more 'cause he wasn't smart enough.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Downright Bang-able

Posted by: Blue

A few nights ago, while lodging a drunk male at the tank, he turned to my partner and said "You're pretty cute..."  Then he turned towards me and said "But he's downright bang-able".

Now I think JT's jealous of my sex appeal.