Survey Time

So Jade had a survey and now I have the time to do it.


1. Number of pets you have adopted or rescued over your lifetime: 2 dogs and 3 cats. Ripley, looby, rajah, yowler and sugar.

2. Most embarrassing childhood memory:
Ask my brudda. it could be when I said panty hose so much, my parents got me some, but I can't remember any thing else

3. Name a quirk:
I carry 2 quarters in each pants pocket at work. for luck, for weirdness.


4. Favorite lunch:
a rueben sandwich and a good dark beer.

5. How you like your coffee:
hot, with cream and a little sugar free hazelnut syrup for flavor


6. Name an interesting family "secret":
my brudda a cop

7. Give us another one:
my uncle used to be in the music industry and did drugs

8. Current wish:
kids

9. What I wanted to be when I grew up:
a cop, a marine biologist, (brewer)

10. Most painful medical procedure:
hernia surgery X2.

11. An insult that has been given to me:
nazi, asshole, jerk, facist, weirdo, pig

12. Favorite color of clothing:
blue, love it the sky and the water

13. How many trees in your yard?
3, but I won't own them for long.

14. If I had 10 million dollars, I would:
Pay off my house, set a large amount aside, and open a pub.

15. Meanest or craziest thing you've ever said:
I am going to pee in you butt. But that was taken from someone else.

Last day

I am no longer a historic pup. I am now a deputy dog. My first day will be soon. The move complete with a week off for holiday with the family.

I get the phone call from Deputy Bullet in my old county.
"Hey you have grand jury, right now."
-okay, I was never notified. My last day in that pond was 3 days ago and I live about 1 and half away, so...if can you have the DA call me?-
"okay will do."

I call my old office, they have never received notice of grand jury. I leave a message for the DA's office and explain.

I call the old office the next day, DA didn't need me. The DA filled on both guys for PCS.

The new problem is the guy cited for MIP on halloween needs to be cited to the other court. So I can drop it or re-cite the kid. The kid lives way out of the pond. I ask if the other officer can re-cite, because the kids really deserved the MIP and I can't get back to do it.
"no problem."

So Monday will be my first day.

Why did I

I am short 3 total days left. I am showing MJ around. I want MJ to get my job. MJ got screwed by my last employer and hasn't been able to get into LE work. I am trying to get him familiar with my pond.

I show him every where. I see a car. It's speeding and the driver...I don't know. All I know is I want to stop the car. I catch up with the car.

He doesn't have id. It's his buddies car. He doesn't know where the insurance is. Passenger is nervous. I have the driver write down his name and DOB. It should never take you more than a couple seconds to write that down. I run both guys, the driver is ...UTL (which means he is lying to me). I play dumb let him look around the car for his wallet. Time makes people forget there stories. I get the driver back to my car, he can't remember his SSN. I have MJ watch the passenger.

Driver "can't" find SSN card or remember his number. MJ walks back to me and calls out "steve" (the driver wrote down Jose). the driver looks at MJ.
-Is you name Steve?
"yes it's steve and i got a warrant"
great put on these cuffs.
He has a felony warrant. He is Misdemeanor suspended. He has given me false info.

MJ asked the passenger how long he knew his buddy, passenger called him "Steve" accidently and I found later Steve's wallet on him.

I am impounding the vehicle. I search the vehicle. I find a meth pipe. Steve catch that charge, but denies it is his. Steve says the passenger could have put it there.

The passenger's anxiety level is building. He is shaking while I search the vehicle. Time enough to cook his nerves.

I ask to search the passenger.
"Yes" he starts crying and looking back at Steve.
-Did steve give you something?
"Yes, when you stopped us he gave me a cigarette pack and I stuffed it in my pants."
-what is in the pack?
"Meth, that frackin piece of shit" looking at steve
-okay. nice and slow take out the pack.
He removes it from his pants and in the pack is small plastic baggie containing..........(guess?) meth.
"it's steve's"
-okay it was on your person, but these cuffs on your under arrest.

Off to jail we go. Steve tells me he doesn't smoke meth, because it rots your teeth. Finally a health conscious tweaker. Steve eats his meth in capsule form.

Structure Fire

I wish I had a taken a photograph. Better yet I wish I would have recorded the noise. I'll never forget the sounds.

But I will try to explain.

It is a nice day for November. I am at the fire station washing the mud and leaves off my car. The firefighters leave to test hydrants in the city.

That is when I hear the tones at the fire station. They start with the unit numbers for our department and continue on with 9 more units to a structure fire in town. I figure I'll head that direction and call out I am en route.

The location is 3 blocks away. I get 20 feet from the fire station and 4 pedestrians are pointing up the street to the location. Brown and black plumes are billowing into the house.

I activate lights and sirens. I am on scene the address is wrong. I know this house. I was here 6 months ago. I was disgusted and concerned. An old military and LE lives in squaller with his dogs and his guns. Dog shit, dust and mold coated most surfaces. Others were notified, but nothing changed.

There was an estimated 10-40,000 rounds of ammunition in various stages of re-load. That means load bullets, shell casing and powder.

The owner of the house, K ,is on the front lawn, his hand burned his neighbor is on the ground next to him. The neighbor heard the explosion, called 911 and went to the front door to pull the K out. The neighbor could hear the popping and could only see K's hands through the smoke and still went in and pulled him out.

The ammo is cooking off, which means it is being heated/burned by the fire and exploding/going off.

K's hands are bleeding, the neighbor pulled him out by the hands and the burns have all split to open wounds.

I notify fire of the cooking round, presence of ammo and powder. I call medical for the burns. The smoke is continuing to billow out of the house. Firefighters arrive on scene. They look at me. I point to the fire and remind them of the ammo. They crash windows and open up on the house with their hoses.

Kegs of powder explode and bullets continue to cook off. I want non emergency persnel as far as I can push them back.

I get a blanket and haul K across the street. More engines arrive on scene. I start warning them and yelling at pedestrians.

"There is ammo cooking off get back! I am only going to tell you nicely once!"

I tape off the area, yet people and reporters still wander close.

"I am only going to ask you once before I arrest you, get back behind the line."

I take the dog from the fire fighter, it has been tied up to the burning house. I put the dog in the back of my car and give it some dog biscuits.

K is quickly taken to the hospital and is got burns on his hands and minor burns on head and buttocks.

45 minutes later the house is out. It is a complete loss. The fire fighters gut the walls and ceilings to find hot spots. What was once squaller, now wet squaller that reeks of smoke, water, insulation and burnt smell.

I get to go in and secure the firearms 3 hours later, after the firefighters and the marshalls give me the ok. I glove up and get a mask on. There 8 long guns and 3 pistols that I can find in the ruins. I know there are more, but I can't get through the destruction, standing water and debris. I can't secure the buckets, boxes, shed full, piles on the side of the house, of ammo, shells and lead. They are wet covered in crap and everywhere. I tape off the house.

Fire investigator finds the location of the start of the fire. I already have an idea what happened. Investigator call K on the phone. K is evidently doing well and even taking visitors.

K was reloading. K was smoking. K had a space heater near him. BOOM.

I call K's son, give him the news. K's son comes down after visiting his father. K's son takes pictures of the burned out home. K's son takes possession of the dog. I tell K's son to board up the house.

House for Sale

House for Sale

nothing like seeing your house on the internet to know you are moving. Even after signing all the documents and packing your belongings into a truck. Even after sitting down and talking to the real estate agent. I haven't had time to do much. The mrs has done most of the packing. So hopefully I will have time to watch.