tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2986198740350406332024-02-19T19:49:52.701-05:00Glock N' CuffsIt's a cop thing,Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-48536880720633831762009-10-22T11:51:00.002-04:002009-10-22T11:59:21.893-04:00Hook em' and Book em'!Well, I hit the pavement running and haven't stopped! I started out riding with a young officer that has been with the department for 9 years. The one thing that I definitely need to get used to is getting up at 4am in the damn morning! I worked over 20 years from 3:30pm till 3:00am. I am so not used to the morning time but I have to say, it sure is great to be back out doing what I love.<br /><br />I made my first drug arrest when I spotted a couple homies sitting in and around an abandoned car. I walked up and saw one of them slide something under the seat. You don't have to be out of police work for too long to remember that's a clue! I got him out of the car handcuffing him for my safety. As he is getting out of the car he tosses something back into the car. This would be clue #2. I snatched up the other guy just for him standing there looking stupid as if I was doing something illegal. When I start to handcuff him, he starts sweating profusely, this would be clue #3. I asked him if he had anything illegal on him, anything that would stick me or any bazookas? He of course said the proverbial “no”. When I start to pat him down for “Officer Safety” he starts squirming like he had ants in his pants. I'm feeling pretty good about myself now. Oh yea, hook em' and book em' baby! I pull out 7 small “Nickel” baggies of marijuana and about $300.00 dollars in the old 5's and 10's, shocking I know. So he was stuffed in the back with his partner in crime. A check of the car found more marijuana, scales and tons of baggies. He wasn't planning on selling of course, no, he's just a really organized pot head. I have to say I was pretty excited only because I was doing police work again and not sitting in a courtroom reading a book. They were released the next day on bond but I could careless cause they will be back another day.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ZeYTYGnvKm8pw8FrBoSCI-2ZkRvjVQv-JnEP-s-yxFjYQvMWn4EX_hVnYs2Sp6c-PVwfeCXWHL_cWqbC_B5YbV3r18bDidf6N-yZYh_Z217Qx900kOfBm8TFXX6a1fAvt_NViKNrTJUl/s1600-h/blog+post.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395452728364168482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ZeYTYGnvKm8pw8FrBoSCI-2ZkRvjVQv-JnEP-s-yxFjYQvMWn4EX_hVnYs2Sp6c-PVwfeCXWHL_cWqbC_B5YbV3r18bDidf6N-yZYh_Z217Qx900kOfBm8TFXX6a1fAvt_NViKNrTJUl/s200/blog+post.jpg" /></a><br /><br />The pace of the job is something that actually has been a welcomed relief from my days in the busiest zone in my old department. I would check on and the dispatcher would be holding 35 calls. Now, I might handle 35 calls in a week. The really great thing is that I work 2 days, off 2 days, work 2 days, off 3 days. I only work 2 weekends a month which still allows me to enjoy time with my sweet girl. We do work 12 hours but the time goes by pretty quick. I am learning their system fast I think. They have a very different computer reporting system that has been a bit troubling but I am getting used to it. They told me that I would probably have to go through the entire 14 week training program due to my 28 years of prior experience. I was told by the Chief that he was going to tell the Sheriff that they are wasting time training me and that they should just cut me loose because I do have so much experience. I am all for that but I'll tell you this, I am lost!!! I have never been in the area so it is unnerving trying to navigate. I am planning on buying the best GPS money can buy, so if any of my fellow bloggers can recommend a top notch system let me know!!!<br /><br />Aza is just as beautiful as ever of course. She is taking great care of me making sure that my uniforms are clean everyday. I just can't brag enough about her, she's amazing! So I can't complain when it comes to my personal life, it rocks just like my girl...<br /><br />We had a very sad case of a missing 7 year old little girl very close to here. This last Monday she was walking home ahead of her siblings and just disappeared. The thing that really disturbs me is 10 days prior a 5yr old child in the same small town, 2 blocks from where this little girl disappeared from was almost abducted by 3 people. The agency responsible for responding to that attempted abduction didn't warn the school or parents in the area so no one knew their children were at risk. The child was rescued by a passerby, a good Samaritan that got involved and stopped these sick bastards. I just feel that this should have been broadcast in the media letting everybody know that somebody was out there trying to snatch kids up.<br /><br />At 4:15pm yesterday the Sheriff of that county held a news conference and broke the news that her body had been found in a Georgia landfill. Please tell me how somebody could murder child, throw her in a trash dumpster and go on about their day? What a sick society we live in guys!!! It's been said that the 3 suspected in the attempted abduction are not responsible for this recent abduction and murder. I just can't help but think if the citizens knew what had happened, this little girl might be alive today. This is not the 70's folks, there are sick, perverted people roaming the streets. Please take the time to take your children to school. Make a plan with your neighbors to be at the bus stops when they get off so these innocent children don't have to fight for their life. If your not doing this now, you need to start. Just imagine if it were your son or daughter missing. Please love and take care of your children, be a responsible parent and do the right thing. God Bless all of you and your children.<br /><br />I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!!!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-56722365113522956912009-10-06T12:22:00.002-04:002009-10-06T12:35:31.835-04:00Back on the street and lovin' it!Well it has been a long time coming but Big Daddy is back pounding the pavement!!! Yea baby, I'm putting bad guys in jail again! Yesterday was my first day back on the street. It started with the swearing in ceremony at 8am. Aza and her dad were there and that's all I cared about. We all walked into the Sheriffs office where I received and gave the oath. After that the Sheriff handed me my badge and said congratulations and welcome aboard. I was so pumped and excited. The best part of all for me really was that Aza pinned my badge on for me. I can tell you that I could only hope that some of you have a support system as good as I have. I just can't brag enough about her and words really aren't enough to fully understand the depth of love and respect I have for her and her dad. I call him dad because in my heart he is my dad. I go to him for advice and he has and always will be there for me and his daughter. I got a text from him later in the day that just simply said, “I'm so proud of you”. It doesn't matter how old you are those words meant everything to me. The really neat thing was that Aza said it to me as well just prior to that. Like I said, what an amazing support system.<br /><br />So they left and I got the grand tour of the department. It is very organized and well put together. I had to laugh though, I walked around there for 2 hours and they hadn't given me any ammunition! I felt like Barney Fife for sure! I did finally get 48 rounds of 40 caliber ammo so I felt complete and ready to go.<br /><br />The department had a policy on tattoos that if they were visible they had to be completely covered. Well I had no choice so I showed up with my entire right arm covered because I have a full sleeve (from the top of my shoulder to my wrist) tribal tattoo. When my F.T.O. showed up I noticed that he had a half sleeve and it was uncovered. I said, “Hey, how come you aren't covering your tat up?” That's when I heard those beautiful words!!! The Sheriff changed the policy. Wooo-hooo! Let em fly, so I did. I immediately hit it off with my F.T.O. He looks just like me, shaved head and tats. I got in his car which is a K9 unit. They have non aggressive K9's that are drug, bomb, etc. dogs which is cool. Of course as soon as I got in there that bastard starting passing some serious gas. This dog sh@t on me all day and laughed about it, so did his daddy. Whew it was bad, but God was it good to be the POLICE again. I had to laugh at my first call- a horse running loose! Are you kidding me really?!? Okay, so we didn't find lil horsey running around but hey, it was a call. We handled some domestics which are all about the same anywhere you are. Then the first alert tone came at about 1230, accident on the interstate, over turned van with serious injuries. Hell yea baby, lights and siren!!! Now its been awhile but I remembered how to yell and scream at stupid idiots that panic when they see a police car coming. So after sorting through a few F bombs we got there to find a van full of guys all cut up, bruised up and scraped up. Of course no one was wearing a seat belt. Making things even more of a pain in the butt, they were all Mexican and none of them spoke English. One of them had a right arm arterial bleed and massive blood loss. There were several paramedics there so no need to get bloody. I finally felt productive again and respected. We really only provided traffic control for the Highway Patrol but man did it feel good! We left that and handled a few more calls ending the day with me actually handling another crash but this time the at fault driver had a suspended license and a warrant. Jackpot! I get to put an ass in jail again! Man that was fantastic!!!<br /><br />I was welcomed with opened arms by everyone. I was respected by command staff as well simply because they know that I have 28 years of experience. I was treated like a man again and not like somebody that just can't do any better or make it on the street. I know with time and learning their system I am gonna love it! The best part is I get to share it with my girl who is the love of my old ass life. I know I have a lot more days behind me than I do ahead of me but I sure am excited about sharing it with her and all of you again! I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-31940441331456028232009-09-23T14:18:00.003-04:002009-09-23T14:37:22.787-04:00I'm actually updating my blog!Well I can't believe it but I am actually sitting down in front of my computer and composing a post.<br /><br />Since my last post in January I am indeed alive and very well, of course please don't think that it has all been a bed of roses. I told you that I had plans of going to a smaller department. That has now evolved and taken shape however, it is not with the original choice as previously planned. I had to change that plan simply because of the greedy nasty ex living in that county. It was truly a great choice and one that I feel was right on time. I will be starting as a patrolman on October 5th and I am very excited. I went yesterday to get my identification card and a number of other necessities needed to do the job that I absolutely love. Aza went with me to get my uniforms sized and ordered. Thanks to her a size 38 in the waist does not fit anymore so I had to get a 40!!!!!!!!! I am not happy with that but boy do I love her cooking! Speaking of Aza, wow what a woman and best friend. It has been quite a year, she has been right there beside me supporting me all the way. It's such a great feeling to have unconditional love, respect and support from somebody that asks for nothing in return. Let me explain and share just one thing.<br /><br />On July 17th I was at work and received a message from a co worker to call my attorney. This was 11am on a Friday. I called and was told that my greedy ass ex-wifes attorney filed a motion that was signed by a Judge stating that I was to pay him 5 thousand dollars by noon or turn myself into jail to serve a term of 180 days. I of course threw a fit but had to quickly compose myself. I immediately called Aza who in turn went right to work (she works best under pressure.) Within 45 minutes she had 5 thousand dollars waiting for me to pay that unethical bastard. I was floored by her offer but not surprised. I told her I wanted to go by my bank to see if they would give me the money so I didn't have to burden her with all that. Amazingly even though the ex has systematically attempted to destroy my credit, my bank came through for me and I paid the bastard. Now, here's where it gets unethical. Not only did I have to pay him 5k, he put in the order that I was to pay her another 1 thousand a month on top of the 3 thousand she already gets because he said that I was almost 17 thousand dollars in arrears from back bridge the gap alimony that I failed to pay. I was livid as was Aza. I immediately called the depository and was told that I owed absolutely nothing and had a zero balance. I called my attorney and am still waiting on a court date. Needless to say the nasty ex didn't get a penny. She was also supposed to give me the car back in February, I still haven't received it. We filed a Motion for Contempt. Why should I have to comply and she doesn't?!<br /><br />The alimony is suppose to end this month but they took it out of my check again, so I am praying that it ends by my next check. I am so sick and tired of this woman that I could just throw up. Oh, I forgot she conned another dumbass like me to buy her a new car. She is driving a brand new 2009, while her daughter I am sure is driving my 2007, which I am going to trade as soon as I get it. So as you can see after all that my girl has been right by my side.<br /><br />Aza has really kept me busy playing golf. I can safely say that I probably played over 50 rounds of golf this year. I am shooting in the low 80's now on a consistent basis and Aza is shooting in the 90's. I am so proud of her, she practices so hard and really tries to improve every round we play. I'll tell you what I absolutely love about her. I will get off work and come home to find her decked out in her golf gear looking adorable telling me to get dressed it's time to play some golf. I love that!<br /><br />I had to put my dog to sleep that came with the property I live on. I cried like a baby. I was just devastated but it was time, she was 16 years old and very sick. Aza is a animal lover as you know and found a beautiful Shepherd/Collie mix that was chained up in the back of a yard for 4+ months, we went to see him and I fell in love the minute I saw him. He has fit right into the family. He is house broken, great with the kitties and is very handsome. So you can just see how happy he is that he has a solid home and people that love him.<br /><br />Here's Gunny...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8B0NVKam_fV_BPyiwwpn8sP4PQhWh0Pv_VqufblOHl16_GIDulEY2HVJNKGwn-1eeeNMOH3zJTx5BQiwh6sU49rX_P3vzU-0JKztvrynHIRyGOx8awGBFoaBINWhNVhQLQxgiesDk80m2/s1600-h/photo%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384733371280719170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8B0NVKam_fV_BPyiwwpn8sP4PQhWh0Pv_VqufblOHl16_GIDulEY2HVJNKGwn-1eeeNMOH3zJTx5BQiwh6sU49rX_P3vzU-0JKztvrynHIRyGOx8awGBFoaBINWhNVhQLQxgiesDk80m2/s320/photo%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br />As far as the current job goes I have really enjoyed my time at the courthouse and really it was the right thing to do at the time. I have made tremendous contacts. I golf with Judges, go shrimping with State Attorneys at another Judges house which I took care of for 10 days while he and his wife were at their house in North Carolina. I have made wonderful friends that I hate to leave but it's just not for me. I am good at what I do and what I do is police work not sit around on my expanding butt behind closed doors everyday. <br /><br />So I was playing golf with Aza a few days ago and my phone rang. I saw it was the other agencies number. I answered it and it was the Sheriff calling asking me if I was ready to come to work! I of course said yes, when and where. I had to do another physical and drug screen to be updated. I was at the golf course day before yesterday with Aza and the phone rang again. This time it was the Sergeant in charge of Human Resources. He said, “Are you ready to start work on October 5th?” I was ecstatic and accepted the job without hesitation. So I will be on the street again doing what I love best with a drama free home life. All I have to worry about is when the next day off is and where Aza booked our next tee time!<br /><br />I will keep you posted on the progress. <br /><br />I'm Out and We'll Talk Later!!!!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-32856724615319552062009-01-29T22:08:00.000-05:002009-01-29T22:10:30.442-05:00I think I am going to live!Wow has this a very stressful couple of weeks here in the big city!!! First, I want to thank each and every one of you for your kind words and support for my recent post. I do have an update and will share that with you.<br /><br />After the shock wore off I did make an appointment with my doctor the next day. I walked in, sat down and presented him with my lab results. He listened to my concerns and promptly said, “If you should get a fever it would be in your best interest to immediately go to the emergency room!” Needless to say, that sat me straight up in the chair! I asked him a ton of questions that were all answered with the deadliest most fatal things you could think of, he was presenting worst case senerios. I of course was numb thinking I am dying with cancer, aids, leukemia and everything else under the sun. I was told that I needed to get another blood test done asap so we could compare the two and find out what direction to go in. So, I left knowing absolutely nothing but was even more scared than when I went in. Aza was waiting on me and I of course shared the visit with her. She was very comforting as usual, suggesting all along that it was probably a mild viral infection but, in my mind I was dying.<br /><br />I had to work the next week and I will tell you that I was in no way myself. It showed in every aspect of my life. Poor Aza was doing everything that she could think of to make me laugh, keep me busy, or just take my mind off what was going on. She took me golfing, to the movies, rode the motorcycle all over and visited a few friends. It really did help so I am so grateful for her efforts. The day finally came which was last friday when I could break away to get my lab work done. I took off from work and flew out there as quickly as I could to get it done and over with. I was relieved that I at least went; which I can tell you was an acomplishment for me. I am the worlds worst when it comes to doctor visits. As mentioned in my pervious post, I can only attribute this to my parents. I took them each to their appointments when they were both diagnosed with terminal cancer, in both cases their illnesses started with low white blood cell counts. Of course I had to go through the weekend and all the way till Wednesday to finally get my report back. I called my doctors office and was told that I was going to live another day! My blood count went from 2.4 to 7.8 which was well above normal. I was ecstatic and called Aza pronto. She was so relieved and happy, she even threw in a laughing “I told ya so!”.<br /><br />I am desperately trying to change my way of thinking in regards to the above. I learned that things aren't always as bad as they may appear. I will tell you that my aversion to doctors is not cured but I really would like to try. Aza has gotten me into something that I can tell you I would have never have even considered, Yoga! I love it!!! Ok guy's don't even think about laughing at me. If you haven't tried this, please try it. I was skeptical myself but after one 30 minute session that night I slept the best that I have slept in a long time. So, before you think I am a fruit cake try it!<br /><br />I can tell you that I can only hope that each of you have somebody in your life that cares about you. I have the best support system that anyone could ask for. If it had not been for Aza, her dad and all of your prayers I question whether I would have even gone back. I did “man up” and thankfully it all worked out. Once again, thank you I really do appreciate all of your kind supportive thoughts and hope that if you should ever need anything you wouldn't hesitate to ask.<br /><br />I'm Out And We''ll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-69863752100023840982009-01-23T01:10:00.003-05:002009-01-23T01:28:15.698-05:00A long overdue update and prayer requestI really can not believe it has been so long since I have actually posted something on my blog. So much has happened, I’ll try to keep it condensed. We’ll start at Christmas…<br /><br />Christmas was an absolute blast with Aza and her dad. She got me all of the safety equipment needed for my motorcycle, which I thought was incredible. I have never felt so cared for in my long 48 years of living. I thought when I bought my bike that I would be a macho biker and not get or need a windshield. So for 7 years I was one macho mo fo- with one heck of a neck ache! Since I retired and only have my bike to ride things have changed a bit. I am not so macho anymore. Aza bought me a Memphis Shades windshield as well as the lowers. In all spending a cool $400.00 dollars. I was so appreciative. I now wonder how in the world I went without this important piece of equipment. I used to have neck issues while riding, that almost completely went away. I have almost no resistance at 70 and 75 miles per hour on the highway. What a relief, thanks to my girl. She also bought the worlds loudest motorcycle horn. This horn almost sounds like a darn train horn, it is amazing and a great addition for safety. So basically she absolutely hooked me up, which I so appreciate. She is the best!<br /><br />That huge surprise I was talking about in my last post? Well, we had an unexpected visitor on Christmas Eve. We were sitting on the couch and I thought I heard footsteps climbing the stairs on my deck. I look up and who do I see?, the future ex! Yep, that's right, big bag of crazy herself showed up at my house with a card in her hand. I was dumb founded and without words. I got up to open the door and she handed me the card and walked off saying “Just thought you should have this”. I again just stood there in shock. What a set of nuts! This woman has bled me dry, tried to make me look like a piece of dog shit in court and is still trying to accomplish this feat. The card was basically written using my step grandson as a pawn telling me he cries for me every night. I was not happy because she knows how much I love this child. Anyway, her disgusting attempt to guilt me back into her life didn't work. What it boils down to is this, she didn’t get awarded permanent alimony along with every penny I’ve earned for the last 27 years so she’s pissed. She figured she could show up, kiss ass and have me on my knees begging for her back. Hahahaha! Not likely you nut job! I have absolutely no reason to go back to living under that type of stress. So see ya!<br /><br />I felt so sorry for Aza, I got a frantic phone call from her on New Years Eve around 10:30pm. She wanted to know if I had any connections in a nearby county. The reason, her nephew was killed in a traffic crash- he was only 20 years old. Oh I felt so sorry for her but as always she was and has been a pillar of strength and brought the entire family through this incredibly difficult time. God Bless her, she‘s been through so much but still keeps her head on straight!<br /><br />Aza and I decided back in December that for the New Year aside from our regular local games we wanted to play a different golf course once a month for 12 months. It has to be a course that neither of us has played and it has to be outside of our city. She started a photo album and will put together pictures of each game at each new course. We started our first course for January in Deland Florida. “Victoria Hills” was absolutely beautiful and so much fun! She shot a fantastic score for only playing the game for only 7 months. We had a great time after as well. I got to meet some of her friends that live in central Florida and we all had dinner. We haven't decided where our February game will be.<br /><br />I think I mentioned I may process with a smaller surrounding department. I decided to turn the application in to start the process. They told me to go get my physical and blood work done, so I did only to get a very scary and unnerving result. They told me that my white blood count was very low and to follow up with my primary care doctor. I of course was mad as hell but really more freaked completely out. Thank God again for my girl she has been my source of calm. I do not do the doctor thing. I honestly have in my own mind a significant fear of getting results of blood work etc. I know this developed because of all that I went through with my parents. Every time I took them they came back with terminal conditions. I just can not seem to shake that experience. So after all that I am going to follow up tomorrow so please keep me in your prayers! I will let you know.<br /><br />So I am sorry for not posting, I have just had a lot on my mind as well as a lot going on. I will most definitely try a bit harder to keep all of you posted. I still am waiting on the judge to sign off on my divorce. This has been since Oct 16th!! Geez are you kidding me!?<br /><br />I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-30490675558402458272008-12-24T18:37:00.005-05:002008-12-24T18:51:14.823-05:00Merry Christmas To All My Fellow Bloggers!I hope that all of you have a very Merry Christmas or whatever holiday you may celebrate.<br /><br />It has been a very fast paced year filled with a ton of emotions, oddities, surprises (a HUGE one today!) and other life altering moments. The one thing that I can honestly say that hasn't changed is my love for my very best friend in the world Aza and her family. The other is the warm and caring thoughts that I have for each of you that I have come to know through my blog. I sincerely hope that this is a special Christmas and most all, a very prosperous New Year!<br /><br />Here's a picture of the Christmas tree that Aza and I put up.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwy798g3F4kPdCV0hGM6Tlr9kz-wJy3of0-o2I3uCfhUcG8L_PJGHwlPm0UMwjQXjYmSQbVCPvp1FX0AMtzb7DkvHiYOXs2wdJZbHAanHfXK9ntCGyJ62R80PT0sPWQXU2tXt8uJa9FtD0/s1600-h/Christmas+tree+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283507847204593554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwy798g3F4kPdCV0hGM6Tlr9kz-wJy3of0-o2I3uCfhUcG8L_PJGHwlPm0UMwjQXjYmSQbVCPvp1FX0AMtzb7DkvHiYOXs2wdJZbHAanHfXK9ntCGyJ62R80PT0sPWQXU2tXt8uJa9FtD0/s320/Christmas+tree+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />God Bless you all! I've got a surprising update coming after Christmas but for now, I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-87979321423904036052008-12-17T14:35:00.004-05:002008-12-17T14:42:51.388-05:00Updates all aroundWell we made it through the first big holiday of the season just fine. Turkey day was a big success, of course Aza did all the cooking which was fantastic. She wanted me to ask a few of the guys I work with that don't have any real family to come over for the day. I thought that was a very sweet thing to do. Aside from a few friends outside of work, I asked four guys that I work with to come and they happily accepted. One of the guys brought his mother, which I was certainly fine with. I was pretty concerned when they got to my house, the first thing she did when she rolled up was freak completely out when she saw my 15 year old dog! She started screaming how scared she was of dogs so I had to convince her that the dog was perfectly harmless. After all that she finally agreed to come in the yard, only to ask the question “Do you have any more animals?” Oh geez lady are you kidding me!? Yes I replied, a chicken, 2 squirrels and 3 cats. She almost fell out screaming that she was afraid of all animals. I was thinking, "ok lady you just need to pack up and leave", but being the nice guy that I am I once again reassured her that all would be good. So, she finally walked in the door and I think had the time of her life after meeting Aza. Of course who doesn't? All that said I think it was a great success, Aza was phenomenal to everyone that came. She was a great hostess and they were all full as ticks when they left. Mission accomplished, big thanks to my Aza!<br /><br />We have been taking a lot of trips on the bike. We just recently went to Daytona this last Saturday with a few friends of mine from work. Aza called a friend of hers that she hasn't seen in quite awhile and she ended up meeting us down there. When I met her I swear I thought Aza was there in double. This girl was just as crazy as Aza and wild as a buck! We had a great time. I bought some stuff for my bike at J&P Cycles. We also went to the Daytona Harley Davidson shop which was absolutely amazing. I walked out of there drooling and dying to buy a Harley but common sense and Aza prevailed. I rode my bike back to the ghetto with sadness in my heart but that's ok one day (very soon I hope) I will own a Harley.<br /><br />In other news I got an interesting phone call from a good friend of mine a couple of weeks ago. He was a Lieutenant with my department, retiring early to go into the construction business when it was booming. Well needless to say it was not a great move. He is now working for a department near our city. He said that the Sheriff is wanting to hire retired officers with experience and my name came up. Since that call he’s called back every other day basically begging me to put in the application. The Sheriff has told him that he wants to restructure in the very near future, wanting some experience in his administration. I would make rank incredibly fast. So now I am faced with the decision do I go or do I stay. I am praying about it and talking it over with Aza who is in full support regardless of my decision. I will keep you posted.<br /><br />We have a big occasion coming up on the 19th, Aza will celebrate a birthday. She is so deserving of so many wonderful things because she puts up with all my B.S. I am going to try and make it a great day for her. If you get a chance drop in to her <a href="http://phantasmagoricaldreams.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#333399;">blog</span></a> and wish her a big ol happy birthday.<br /><br />I hope that all of you have a wonderful holiday and an even better new year!! I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-51051671945072603572008-11-24T15:19:00.001-05:002008-11-24T15:22:11.855-05:00I can't believe it's already Thanksgiving!Hey ya'll!!! I am sorry I haven't been able to post much, been really busy. I am still waiting on my divorce to become final it has been one heck of a slow process but I guess I am closer than before.<br /><br />Aza and I have been super busy between the two households, she really is amazing taking care of both houses. We have been going to St. Augustine on the motorcycle the last few weekends. The weather has been great but unseasonably cold. We went down last weekend to see the pirate gathering. We hesitated about going because it looked like it was going to rain. We decided to go for it and of course it rained on us a little bit but not too bad. We had a great time as usual but I have to say the funniest thing that happened was a female pirate and several others decided to “siege” or take over one of the trolley's that carries people around on short tours. She jumped up on the trolley and when she did the wrap around skirt she had on went a little east to west and exposed her 60 year old cottage cheesy moon crater ass right there in front of everybody. I started stifling laughter and frantically flailing my arms to signal Aza to come look but she was way ahead of me with the camera getting a shot of a full moon up close. WOW, was it scary looking! We also have been hanging with a few guy's I work with that have bikes so we have been riding a lot. So much so that I have a major itch to buy a Harley Davidson. I have always wanted one but had always been told I couldn't get one. Well I got news for you I will have a Harley very soon. Not just now, it'll have to wait until I get all this divorce drama over with. Aza has gotten the same itch so she is looking for a bike as well. I knew she would get tired of riding “bitch”. She is very athletic so I think she will do just fine on a bike. I am not sure she is sold on a Harley but she did find a beautiful 2007 Low rider that she really likes so you never know.<br /><br />Thanksgiving is of course a few days away and I'm going to have a house full; 10 at last count. Aza has the absolute biggest heart. She has decided that a few of our friends that have no spouses or family will join us for the big day. I think that is the sweetest thing and what a great way to make people happy on a day that might be very sad for them. After her mom died she and her dad had a number of holidays come and go that they celebrated together without anyone. She's made it clear that she doesn't want anyone we know going through that. That's my girl though always thinking of others beside herself.<br /><br />So with that, I wish all of you a very happy Thanksgiving. I hope that those of you that need special prayers answered will have them answered! May God Bless All Of You!<br /><br />I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-56040708939799856722008-11-05T23:24:00.002-05:002008-11-05T23:51:53.337-05:00What is the meaning of "We"?First let me say that I am a firm believer that whoever leads our country should have full support from every American! I am appalled at what I am seeing and hearing from the black community. It’s mighty funny that the very people that want to be equal and be treated equally are now the ones that are using racial statements because “<i>THEIR</i>” candidate won the election. I have heard it for the last 2 years since he decided to run. All you hear (or at least all <i>I’m</i> hearing at work and around town) is “We did it” from the black community, meaning that “we” the blacks of America, got one of “ours” elected. Well I’ll tell you, <i>America</i> voted this man into office, not just the black community. The really sad thing is that it took a man of color to get the black community excited about our country. So to the black <i>Americans </i>that voted for him, I would hope that now you feel like your race has been vindicated that you would stop all of the belly aching and crying that has been going on about how you have been treated so unfairly for so many years!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-19399927787602557002008-10-21T22:31:00.003-04:002008-10-22T14:33:25.695-04:00Hollywood Divorce Update, Breaking NewsWell, I don't know if I should laugh, cry, be mad, or rejoice but here it goes. I <i>finally</i> got <b>THE</b> call at 4:15 pm yesterday. My attorney asked me, “What do you think the decision was?” I replied with, “Who the hell knows!?”<br /><br />So this is what it all came down to. The lying, deceptive bitch will get a lump sum of $25 thousand dollars and for the next 6 months I will pay her $1750 a month, plus pay her insurance of $500 dollars each month. After that first 6 months it will drop to only the $500 dollars for insurance for the last 6 months. So basically she is only getting 6 months of “bridge the gap” alimony, $25 grand and a years worth of medical insurance. Overall I am happy with that because 6 months of alimony could have very easily ended up being 5 years of alimony. The judge saw through the b.s.<br /><br />Now comes the really, really screwed up part. Her attorney said in open court that he had accumulated about $9 thousand dollars in fees that he felt I should pay, but yesterday that figure jumped to $18 thousand dollars that I was ordered to pay. I also have to come up with $3500 dollars within 10 days to pay him. After the first 6 months of paying the bitch, I have to begin paying his fees which broken down will be $1083.00 a month till it's paid off. Well today the judge was looking over the order and had a pretty good laugh when he saw 9K go to 18K over night. He told my attorney that I would only be responsible for $10 thousand of it and the bitch could pay the rest. Regardless, I still have to come up with $3500 immediately. What really burns my ass is that her attorney shouldn't get a damn dime, my first responsibility is to <i>MY</i> attorney.<br /><br />This is going to be a tremendous burden on me for at least 6 months but I am very happy that it was not permanent alimony or for 2, 3, 4, or 5 years. I am very pissed off that her attorney has inflated his fees, I hope he chokes in his sleep. The dilemma I am faced with now is what do I do with the car. There's no way I can pay $640.00 a month on top of what I am having to pay. I am going to make her give me the car back so I can try and get rid of it somehow. She has already ruined my credit once when her ridiculous spending habits forced us through bankruptcy. I am just now starting to recover from that so I don't want to damage it anymore. I can tell you this, I could care less what she has to drive and at this point she could walk her happy ass down the road. The only satisfaction that I am feeling right now is that this little train will end in a year then she will have to find another dumbass like me to screw out of what he has worked for all his life!<br /><br />So now I get to figure out how I am going come up with this $3500.00 dollars to pay her attorney in 10 days. I thought about male prostitution but figured that I would probably have to pay them so I guess that won't work. The only thing that I am truly happy about is I have my best friend in the world behind me and beside me which is my Aza. The bitch can't take my animals away from me or my happiness. So I hope that little bit of money makes her happy cause it won't last forever.<br /><br />I also want to thank all of you for all of your support and allowing me to vent. This has been probably one of the best pieces of advice that my sweet girl Aza told me to do was start this blog. I have come to really look forward to talking with all of you! God Bless!<br /><br />I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-79302632537396982002008-10-19T11:57:00.006-04:002008-10-20T13:41:17.969-04:00Sex, lies and photographsWell, the trial of the century is over, yes you would think that I was a multi-billionaire and we were Hollywood movie stars after all that. Let me give ya'll a condensed run down of events.<br /><br />I gave my deposition and was drilled for 3 hours by her attorney. The depo went well in my opinion, although I felt like he asked some questions that were inappropriate and quite frankly none of his or her damn business. Regardless, I told the absolute truth. When it came time for my attorney to ask her questions one of the questions was about a trip that she took to New York in February. The question was who she went with, what did they do while there, etc. The bitch gave a name, we'll call him “Mr. X” from here, and said that they did not go shopping while there all they did was see the sights. She was asked about a few things regarding her financial status, she was questioned lightly on her 5 previous marriages before me and that was about it.<br /><br />I went away feeling pretty good that it was all over. I can tell you it was very uncomfortable, especially when I was left in the room with her alone. <strong>NOT GOOD</strong>! Despite tremendous urges to tell her what a greedy horrible person she was and that Karma <i>would</i> come back to her on this, I held my composure and didn't say a word. My attorney called me a few days after the deposition and told me that she had some very interesting news. I of course was all ears so she proceeds to tell me that she subpoenaed Mr. X. When he received his subpoena he called to question why he was needed. The funny thing about it? His wife called too! Yes you read that right, Ms. “I am so sick and can't work” apparently had a torrid love affair with a married man. This affair lasted for several months which included trips to Cozumel, Key West, and New York all financed by him. Well Ms. Perfect was in a fix, she lied under oath (the first of many). She said that she did not have a sexual relationship with this man. This was all brought out when Mr. X's wife called my attorney to tell it all! I was thrilled to hear this information but all I could do was wait till the trial.<br /><br />October 16th arrived I had to be at the court house at 8:45am. I arrived along with my best friend E. The trial began with her on the stand first because she filed. Her attorney kept her on the stand for over 2 hours with this sob story about how sick she is, how she just can't work, dropping 30 pounds, how she projectile vomits every 5 minutes, etc. Oh they really put on a show. Of course she showed up with absolutely no make up on looking like death. So finally it was my attorney's time to drill her. The usual questions were asked and then the walls fell in. My attorney hit her with “Do you remember me taking your deposition on October 3rd asking you about the relationship that you had with Mr “X”? She answered yes. The question was then asked again, “Did you have a sexual relation with Mr. “X”? The only answer she could give was a muttered “Yes”. That was the start of the downfall with her credibility. The bitch lied under oath and got caught on multiple occasions. My attorney then started on her bank statements, she asked her about a number of deposits into her account that totaled $4,000 dollars (<strong><em>None</em></strong> of which included my alimony payments). Of course her answers were “I don't know” and “I don't remember” to nearly every question asked. Oh are you kidding me!? Even the Judge stopped and asked her how she could not know where all this money came from, she again had no answer. The Judge looked very puzzled and irritated. So here comes the best part of the entire trial in my opinion, I hope you're sitting for this! <a href="http://phantasmagoricaldreams.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#000099;">Aza</span></a>, my absolute hero in life, came across at least 75 photos of Ms.”I'm on my deathbed” on the internet from the Bicth's best friends Slide Show account a few days prior to trial. These photos were submitted on the last day evidence could be sent in which gave her and her attorney virtually no time to come up with an explanation. It was the break in the case in my opinion. They showed a wide assortment of posing shots with her looking like she was in Hollywood. She was made up in every picture partying like it was Marti Gras. In a good number of them she was posing with drinks (another lie, she said she didn't drink!) These pictures ranged from late 2007 up to a trip she took to a theme park just 2 weeks ago! The cool thing about was that every picture was admitted into evidence and not with the first objection from her dumbass attorney. She was blindsided! All she could do was sit there looking like she wanted to throw up. At this point I sat there thinking, “Please Judge, see through all this bullshit and see the lying, greedy bitch that she is”.<br /><br />The first day was filled with testimony from her side including doctors trying to plead her case, so it was unnerving to hear that it had to be continued Friday. I was not happy.<br /><br />The trial started at 1pm Friday the 17th, I went on the stand and was questioned by my attorney. I felt the questioning went very well. I was told that I came across as who I am, very honest and straight forward. Now it was her attorney's time to cross examine me. He only asked me questions about my financial affidavit and my retirement. I said it before and I'll say it again- It's all about the money. The dumbass drilled me about me getting 1 hour of overtime on one of my checks because in the depo I said that I did not get overtime (which I don't). I guess he felt that he really had something, what a joke. He only kept me on the stand for about 45 minutes. I got the impression that he just didn't have anything because I unlike his client, I told the truth.<br /><br />Now the last witness strolled in which was Mr. X. Mr. X was drilled by my attorney about the affair and all the money he spent on her. That's when more of her lies came to the surface. He said that they went shopping in New York, which she said in the depo they didn't do. She also said that she never got of the boat when she went on the cruise. Mr. X said that she did get off the boat in Key West and walked all around. The Judge interjected asking him if she was able to keep up with the pace? Mr. X replied “yes”. Once again, credibility!<br /><br />So the infamous trial ended with closing arguments from both sides. Her attorney had the balls to ask for permanent alimony, that I continue paying 3k a month, plus rehab alimony, bridge the gap alimony, <i>and</i> wants me to pay for her attorney fees which totals 9k dollars! My attorney simply laid it out that her creditability was absolutely in question and that it was short term marriage which in no way falls under the permanent alimony status. I was very happy and proud of my attorney's staff. I absolutely picked the best attorney, she was phenomenal and a joy to watch in action.<br /><br />The final decision will come Monday morning because the Judge was overwhelmed with evidence. I can only hope and pray that while looking at the evidence and all of the photos, he sees through the lies and deception to render a fair decision. I will let you know.<br /><br />I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-59733100213751760192008-10-01T23:56:00.004-04:002008-10-02T00:10:03.077-04:00A quick updateWell I have been getting about 40 hours a week at work so I have certainly been busy the last few weeks. The job has really opened my eyes to our judicial system, especially the side that we as police officers don't see. I have also met some really great people that now include judges etc. We are on first name basis so it is actually pretty cool. It is still a bit boring in a lot of instances, but I have sat in several murder trials that were very interesting. So I guess all in all I am settling in to my new work life.<br /><br />I know I said in the last post that my next post would be Queen Bitch free but I figured it’s been so long since I’ve written anything, I should update on that aspect of life as well. I won’t lie and say that my nerves aren’t shot over having to be in depositions with her all day this Friday for the upcoming divorce drama. I can not believe that this has gone this far. She is so damn money hungry! Oh boy is she playing it up for the upcoming trial, she has been getting all kinds of testing done so she can make it look good. God I can't believe this crap. Now tell me what you think, I am in the mind set of answering anything about finances, but nothing else if it isn't relative since she is trying to base the whole permanent alimony issue on her disability. Please tell me if you think I'm wrong? The final hearing is set for the week of October 15th, I guess we will see what happens.<br /><br />Aza and I have been doing a lot of fishing in the last 3 weeks. We started at a friends pond where we caught just a few little bream, hardly big enough to put on a cracker and a little bass. We decide to try another friends place at a hunting camp. We caught over 30 bream there so I cleaned them and ate them the next night. We decided to change things up a bit so we bought 2 salt water rigs along with tackle etc. and went to a well known spot. In a nut shell a buddy of mine that I work with caught a 15 to 20 lb Drum and that was it for 9 hours of fishing. Aza and I have been back 5 times since then and with the exception of a 4lb catfish that Aza caught we have been on a big fat goose egg ever since. Needless to say, I won't be quitting my day job to take up an anglers' life anytime soon. We both absolutely love to fish so we won't give up, but damn it's frustrating as hell to drive 40 miles one way only to come back with nothing. We are planning on going tomorrow (Thursday) when I get off. We are going to try a new place so wish us luck! Although it would be nice to land Moby Dick, I really don’t care if we catch anything or not, my only expectation is to relax and clear my mind before this garbage on Friday.<br /><br />I still haven't bought a cheap ride yet, I am still looking. I love riding my motorcycle it's just a little annoying getting wet every time it rains (which is pretty frequent in Florida). Plus it just chaps my ass knowing she is driving a brand new car and I can't even buy a $1500.00 dollar car!<br /><br />Well I am really tired and just wanted to drop a line to let ya'll know I am still amongst the living.<br /><br />I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-61307654016112321692008-09-06T23:23:00.002-04:002008-09-06T23:40:58.008-04:00The Queen Has Spoken!Well as you all know I love to keep my loyal and loving blog family in the know about the whole divorce drama. I had mediation on the 3rd which I knew going in was going to be a complete waste of time. It was. So I did what I was supposed to and showed up. Of course the Queen Bitch showed up as usual looking like something straight out of Tales From The Crypt! I was adamant that we not be in the same room simply because I didn't want to be around her. So in comes the mediator with her speil making sure that she told me that it was a mandatory fee of 2 hours at $195.00 an hour as well as a one time fee of $95.00 dollars. I was thrilled to hear that. So anyway the drama began. The Queen Bitch and her dumbass attorney gave a line of bullshit a mile long about her supposed illness. She also told the mediator that I could just take out as much money as needed from my retirement to pay her what she wanted and deserved, which is most certainly not the case!<br /><br />The mediator came back and told me what all was said and all I could do was sit there and laugh. I had to explain to the mediator how this retirement and drop plan works so that she would know that I took the option to have it paid out in installments over the next 46 years, of course I probably won't live that long after all this crap. So after hearing all that, I told her that I would continue to pay her car payment on the brand new car that she just <i>had</i> to have. I felt that she deserved that and that alone (in reality my name is on the debt so it saves my credit for further ruin), she damn sure didn't help me with my career. The only thing she did was make me retire way too early because she had a clever little plan. The mediator left again and returned about 45 minutes later. She looked at me with a straight face and said, “They have a final offer of $125,000 dollars (Yes, that's One Hundred Twenty Five <b>THOUSAND</b> dollars!), $6,500 dollars in attorney fees and would like this in her account within 90 days. She will agree not to request any further alimony after the money is placed in her account”. I looked at her with that same straight face and laughed loud enough that they could hear me in the other room. The mediator actually laughed as well. I told the mediator, “Here is what I want you to tell them, <b>Go F*** yourself, I'll see you in court!!</b>” The mediator looked at me in total agreement and said, “I don't think I will quite put it that way but I will tell them.”<br /><br />She came back a couple minutes later and told me she needed $237.50 because we would not have an agreement reached today. Wow, really?! Gosh, I thought for sure we could come together and unite!<br /><br />So the next big day will be next month for the trial of the century. Geez, you would think that the damn Queen of England was getting divorced! Oh wait she is the Queen. Queen Bitch!<br /><br />In my next post I will update on the job, the car hunt, critters etc. etc. etc. but not a word about the Bitch, I promise!<br /><br />I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-21731561687541160472008-09-02T21:15:00.002-04:002008-09-02T21:24:25.220-04:00Hurricanes, Strep and MediationWell we have survived “Fay” just to have “Hannah” and “Ike” breathing down our neck. Speaking of breathing down our neck, Aza and I went to Wal-Mart the other day and this young girl was behind me coughing, hacking and just overall yackin all over the place, mainly on my back. Now I'm sick. Aza is convinced I have strep throat because I took her to the doctor a few days back to get some x-rays and two women in the waiting room had strep. I missed several days of work because of the court house shutting down due to Fay and simply can not afford to call out with the flu. Now it looks like it could happen again if the Hannah rolls in the latter part of the week. I sure hope not because I don't get paid if I don't work. God knows I can't afford that when I have to pay 3k a month to Queen Bitch. The only reason I have to pay her that much is because my original attorney (the one I retained at the beginning of this whole mess) walked into the temporary needs hearing and signed away my soul. Queen Bitch's original attorney (the one that fired her as a client later in the process) made an outrageous demand and my attorney agreed. Needless to say I fired her immediately and retained my current attorney shortly thereafter. Unfortunately the damage (judgment for me to pay that amount) had already been done at that point.<br /><br />So now, over a year later (this all started in July of last year) I have mediation with Queen Bitch tomorrow at 9am. This is what absolutely amazes me about all this, we didn't have a damn thing other than material stuff and she got every bit of that. I know you're probably getting tired of me whining about all this but that's just too bad, I feel like I have a reason. So when I show up at the mediation as soon as I walk in it will cost $195.00 dollars an hour with a 2 hour minimum. I also have to pay a $95.00 one time fee. Wow, I'm in the wrong line of work, I need to be a mediator. The funny thing is we all know Queen Bitch is not going to agree to anything less than what she is getting and she wants it for the rest of her life. Her attorney has already made it clear that they are going for permanent alimony. So really this is a waste of my time and my money. There was a time I would have considered helping her, but she can kiss my Big White Turkey Ass!!!!! Now if you're new to reading all of my divorce drama you are probably asking “Why won't you help her Kojak?” Well I can tell you she's a deceitful lying bitch, that's why! It makes me sick to my stomach when she shows up at court with no make up playing the part of the “I am so sick and can barely make it” act. It is a mockery of the system and the sad part is that she is benefiting from the game and that really pisses me off.<br /><br />I have never been one to claim that I am without fault or that I have led a pure without sin life. I have certainly sinned yet I have always been man enough to say when I was wrong or admit that it was my fault if something was done that I caused. I just can not believe that she can lay her head on the pillow at night and sleep knowing that she is lying and manipulating the system the way she is. I can only hope that the old saying “Karma is a bitch” is true.<br /><br />Aza has been so unbelievably busy raising the baby squirrels that came our way after the storm. Bless her heart she gets up every 3 hours to hand feed them through a syringe. They are so adorable and just so lucky to have a mommy like her, she is amazing! I am not sure I told you about the little baby chick that got caught in a rat trap that somebody left out. She got her left leg broken in the upper portion of her thigh. We have named her “Pogo”. Aza has many contacts in the veterinary field. We called and she brought her in to one of those contacts for an evaluation. The leg has a horrible break but we thought it could be saved. Aza felt as I did that a chicken has to have 2 legs for any real quality of life. That is mainly how they get their food. We opted to try and save the leg so she went into surgery to have a steel rod surgically placed. The last report was that she has done wonderfully and is recovering well. Lord only knows if this storms hits what will come our way, but one thing I do know is if anybody can save a life of a little furry or feathery creature it's my girl Aza.<br /><br />So in closing I am on the couch sick as a dog. Aza has come over and is cleaning the pantry out, doing laundry, cooking homemade meatloaf, feeding the baby squirrels that she had to bring with her due to their feeding schedule and listening to me moan and groan, all despite having possibly separated or possibly re-broken two ribs in her back! Like I said before I am a lucky man!<br /><br />I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-53570280338954627092008-08-26T18:18:00.003-04:002008-08-27T00:14:27.864-04:00I'm here!Okay I know its been a longgg time and I would love to tell you that I have just been so busy at work and I just didn't have time, sadly that was not the case! I really just have been busy with everyday life. I am enjoying being home at night and off on the weekends but I certainly miss those 5 days off.<br /><br />I guess the most notable is the latest storm “Fay”. It was not as bad as we were thinking it was going to be but we as a city did have some problems. Aza's house has a few new sky lights that weren't planned. They had a few heavy tree branches fall on their roof that caused the damage. I hate that for her family. Her Dad will be able to fix that it's just sad that it had to happen. I experienced some very heavy winds that brought down a lot of large branches but the Good Lord kept us all safe including all of our little furry family members and those with wings. I did get a call from a friend of mine and fellow officer from the street. He called to tell me that he found 2 baby squirrels that fell out of his trees due to the wind. He had no clue what to do so of course Aza, my hero, without hesitation says bring them to me. So now we have baby squirrels that require a special formula. Aza of course had that formula so we went to work and made a big batch for the every 1 to 3 hour constant feedings. They are adorable and already have little personalities even though their eyes aren't even open yet.<br /><br />Well I went to court yesterday for the 3rd time for contempt of court. I was not happy to have to take another half a day off because due to the storm I missed 3 days since the city including the courthouse closed down. Retired officers like myself do not get paid for days that we don't work so while I really enjoyed the time off with Aza and her family I really needed the money. So anyway, I get to court and once again had to prove that I was not behind in paying the bitch. Her attorney has to be one of the most ignorant individuals I have ever seen. The entire time we were in court he kept referring to the proceedings as “Child Support”. Of course after 5 or 6 times of my attorney telling the Judge that this was not a child support case and that we do not have children together I think he just may have gotten the clue but I wouldn't bet on it. The Judge finally just started asking me the questions so after I explained my side he ruled that it appeared that I could possibly been right and that I really didn't get credit for one of the payments. Even after the Judge made that statement her ignorant attorney asked him, “So what is your ruling?” Wowwwwwww, what an idiot!!! The Judge looked at him and simply told him that it appeared that I had paid all of the money but he wanted the attorneys to check with the depository and double check it. So the bottom line was that I didn't have to pay the witch $923.08. When she walked out of the court room she was livid!!! Well you know I was loving that. As per her playing the part she came to court looking like double death and I mean double death! It looked like she hadn't been to bed in a week, no make up and dressed like a 90 year old woman. Of course this is totally not how she looks as you know but she sure is playing the game! So for now, to recap: I have no children with this woman, no property and yet since January I've paid her over 18 thousand (yes, you read that right) dollars. Hence, she is winning and I am hoping her winning streak comes to an end soon. It's just not right she is being so unbelievably deceitful about all of this.<br /><br />Anyway that is about it, she is still living in the suburbs, I'm in the ghetto with my furry family and loving every minute of it. I still don't have a car yet only a motorcycle so I am getting wet just about daily. Well that's it for now.<br /><br />I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-45110466238060391022008-08-04T22:34:00.002-04:002008-08-04T22:43:07.426-04:00Another day in paradiseI know that I haven't been writing much lately but I really am going to try to remedy that very soon. I have been on nights for so long that getting up at 6am 5 days a week has been quite a task.<br /><br />I am settling in somewhat, I can tell you that it has been a big adjustment. One that I have no choice at this point but to buck up and enjoy the change. I have been going from court room to court room for training. It does amaze me at the repeat offenders that come through the system. The different Judges and their styles of running the court room are varied at best. It is beginning to look like I will be assigned to a County division which while they are not as exciting as the circuit rooms they are busier which is right up my alley. I am working with another certified bailiff that has yet to be hired. He is a super nice guy that comes from a law enforcement family. I do know that he applied for a federal job and is more that qualified education wise with a masters.<br /><br />I get to see all the old timers that I use to work with years ago so we sit around and tell war stories about the old days. The big thing for the retirees is to get 40 hours as quickly as possible so that we can possibly get a 3 day weekend like the one I just had. So in a nut shell I am doing okay, just a bit bored.<br /><br />Aza and I have been playing as much golf as possible lately. I took her to a really nice course last Saturday. I was sooooo proud of her! She has really jumped into this with both feet and is doing phenomenal. She recorded her best round at this course with a 100. I have helped in her in the past with a few strokes if she hit a bad shot but this day was different I didn't have to do that. It was such a joy to watch her after just 2 months of picking up a club shoot a round like that. I am telling you that the girl is cranking out drives of 180 to 200 yards on a pretty consistent basis. She struggles a bit with her irons but I am sure that it won't be long before she's cranking them out there too. I also had a great round for me with an 82, so it was a very enjoyable day for all.<br /><br />I have another 2 days of court coming up with the future ex. I am so sick and tired of this B.S. She is taking me back to court on the 25th for contempt of court again. I have paid all I am suppose to and even showed proof that I was not in arrears but that just isn't good enough for her or her dumb ass attorney. Then, get this, on my anniversary the 27th they have depositions scheduled all day. This is just absolutely unbelievable. I guess one day it will be over but damn, how much more crap and money do I have to put up with and shell out? If any of you have any insight for any defense please let me know I would really appreciate it. So for now I guess I will get ready for bed it's past it my lil bedtime!<br /><br />I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-17505959148496488882008-07-21T11:02:00.001-04:002008-08-04T22:43:51.857-04:00It’s an adjustment for sure!Well as you all know all good things come to an end. Such is the same regarding vacations and retirement! That's right I am back to work and boy is it boring! Most of the courthouse has one speed, <em>ssssllllllooooowwwww</em>!<br /><br />I started mid last week. I had to get up at 6am; damn, I haven't been up at 6am on purpose in so many years I can't remember. After 16 years of nightshift when the alarm went off I was ready to kill people, fight God and anything else in my way. I got up wanting to go back to bed so bad I couldn’t stand it but of course I knew I couldn't. After getting my animals fed I walked outside to get on the only means of transportation I have, my motorcycle to head to work. I rolled up at 7am, parked my beast and walked into the courthouse. I walked into the office and was met by 3 Sergeants. They all congratulated me on my retirement as well as welcomed me to my new job. I was told that I would be in courtroom #8 but not to hurry up there because that particular Judge would arrive whenever he felt like it. I received my briefing and headed up. I walked in to see 1 lonely bailiff. After confirming he did indeed have a pulse and was breathing, introductions were exchanged and I told him that I would be assigned to his area. He laughed telling me not to be in too big of a hurry. I asked him why and he said because this Judge is second in tenure so he does whatever he wants. I was told to sit back and relax. At this point I was internally bouncing off the walls so I took a seat, read the paper, magazines and whatever I could get my hands on. After 4 hours of doing absolutely nothing I was ready to head to the roof and throw myself off the building. I decided against that just in time, in walked the Judge!<br /><br />This courtroom is for habitual offenders so we had 12 all together on the calendar. After 2 hours he was done. I did absolutely nothing but walk back and forth getting prisoners out of the holding cell. The Judge just sat around and told old stories of his college days, getting drunk, chasing women and a few other war stories. Then he simply got up, excused himself and left. Wow what a gig, but damn it was so boring.....<br /><br />I felt so useless just sitting there doing nothing. I swore to myself that I was not going to work there because of that. I'll be damned, because of this nasty ass soon to be ex wife of mine, here I am. I will give it a shot it's really not that bad I am just not use to all that down time. I told Aza the best part of my day is texting her and riding my motorcycle back and forth to work!<br /><br />I really hope I can muster up some funny stuff here shortly I know ya'll are probably bored to death with all of this crap but it's just what’s going on right now. I promise I will be posting some better stuff very soon!<br /><br />I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-7259093191992348342008-07-07T23:59:00.002-04:002008-08-04T22:43:51.857-04:00Busy beeHey everybody! Yes I am alive and doing pretty good. I have been keeping myself busy. Well, let me back up, Aza has been keeping me busy. I had to get all of my signatures on my exit report from the Sheriffs Office as well as turn in all of my gear which took most of last week. It's hard when you have no vehicle, but of course Aza was right there for me! Wow she is absolutely the best!<br /><br />Aza as you know has picked up the game of golf. I started teaching her a little over a month ago. I am amazed at her progress. I took her to play with one of my best friends from the department ("S"), a couple of weeks ago. The girl chipped in from 35 ft on the 14th hole right before the thunder storm hit. That of course was followed up by all of us high fiving and screaming like a bunch of idiots. Now she calls me all the time wanting to go to the driving range, setting up tee times etc. I am soooo proud of her, she is doing so well. The thing that I absolutely love is her attitude. There is nothing worse than playing with people that get mad, start throwing clubs and get all pissed off. Aza stays calm and just laughs when she miss hits or misses a shot. It really is a joy to be with her. We have a 10am tee time with just me and her in the morning, baseball with "S" and friends in the evening and then another round with some friends Wednesday. She is so excited.<br /><br />Aza is such an important part of my everyday life. We talk about everything so during a conversation last week I exspressed that I have been gone for over a week and nobody has called me from my squad to check to see if I am alive. I swear I'm not whining, but damn! I guess it's a case of out of sight out of mind! She and "S" got all sneaky on me and what was supposed to be a small cookout at my place Sunday turned out to be a huge gathering of my neighbors and a few of my old squad mates. I was so thrilled to see them and very touched that "S" would do that for me. It was alot of fun with some great food. We went bowling later that night and of course had a blast. Aza has kept me so incedibly busy on my time off which has really been a blessing. She has such a huge heart and worries about me missing the job. Did I tell ya'll she is the best!!!!<br /><br />My girl "S" who as mentioned above (and is one of the friends we golf with) I know and worked with in the department; "S" has been on the street about 2 years. We really bonded pretty quick while she was struggling with just being a rookie etc. I kind of took her under my wing and took care of her. She is a sweetherat and a fantastic officer.<br /><br />So in short I am here, I will be posting more after I get settled in. I bought a new computer the other day. I hate Best Buy for what they did to Aza, but they had a super deal on a Toshiba. I bought it brand new for $399.00 dollars. Aza's dad bought one too so I am trying to learn how to use it. Does anyone have any suggestions on a free or close to free Word program that has a decent dictionary lookup/spell check? I am so computer stupid but I am learning. Well, I am off to chill and watch a movie with Aza so I will be back in the saddle very soon!<br /><br />I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-46683596229538672522008-06-26T13:07:00.002-04:002008-06-26T13:41:30.089-04:00A final farewell to J257...Well the ride is over for me as a police officer. I've worked my final day with my department. It was a very emotional day for me that was compounded by court hearings with the bitch the day before that absolutely left me exhausted; that will definitely be my next post. I may not be able to respond to comments or post after Friday for a few days as I have to turn in all of my gear by Friday. Until I can get my own laptop I will be working off of Aza’s. So let me tell you how my last shift on the street went…<br /><br />I had a special ceremony that was hosted by our Sheriff at 9am. It was very nice with 12 officers and supervisors attending as future retirees. The Sheriff was touched and commented that he could hire new recruits, dispatchers, civilian employees and other personnel but he could never replace 455 years of experience that was leaving his department. That made a very big impact on me and set things in perspective.<br /><br />After the ceremony I had a whole host of signatures that was needed to complete a small portion of the exit report. I was able to obtain most of those signatures, but still some are needed and will be done today since I have to turn in all of my uniforms etc…<br /><br />At 3pm my sub station had a party for me that at least 100 people showed up for. I was basically the brunt of a mini roast that went on and on. It was very touching to see people that I have trained over the years talk about me as if they were giving a eulogy. It was emotional as I spoke to my family, for who knows, maybe the last time? I sat and listened as they were talking of the things they were going to do when they got back to work. The people that they wanted to hunt down so they could put them in jail. I sat and reflected on all the fun that I had with each individual officer and just couldn’t believe that the ride was over.<br /><br />Aza was of course there to capture all of the memories of my last day with photographs. I laughed, cried and felt completely separated at times from the people that I fought with and laid my life on the line with everyday. I found myself sitting there in complete disbelief that it was really almost over.<br /><br />Aza was absolutely phenomenal in this entire final few days of life as I know it. She allowed me to break down when I needed to and get a little frustrated when I needed to. I was so appreciative that she has been there for me, but really I would never have expected anything else from her. I just don’t know what I would have done without her during such an emotional time.<br /><br />After the party I went out and had dinner with Aza and her dad who also had been very supportive. She took me to get some Sushi which is without a doubt my favorite. I had a young community service officer come with us as well as another police officer who is a very dear friend of mine. We ate some awesome Sushi, told some lies and just relaxed for a few minutes.<br /><br />After dinner I went out and handled a few calls at my leisure even telling the dispatcher that I didn’t feel like handling a particular call and to give me the other one that had just gone out. The zone got a kick out of that and was burning up my computer, phone and every other instrument they could use to get a hold of me.<br /><br />The big finally for me was something that caused a breakdown of emotions. I sent out a voice dispatch at 0250 hrs which was 5 minutes early before I got off.<br /><br />I said, “<em>HQ, I don’t think I want to handle anymore calls. As a matter of fact, I think I am going to go ahead and just go home 5 minutes early! I’m out.</em>”<br /><br />Well of course that sent my computer and phone ringing off the hook. I was bombarded with messages on the computer. The dispatcher sent me a message telling me not to sign off yet. I sat there waiting until I heard the alert tone go off twice alerting officers to pay attention, something important was going to be broadcasted. The dispatcher gave and unbelievable farewell on behalf of their division. Once again, chills raced down my spine and I was flooded with a ton of emotions that I just couldn’t hold back. She said the following…<br /><br /><br />“<em>All units in Zone 4, I have a very important announcement to make regarding J257, Officer ----------.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>On behalf of the Communications Center and all of ------ employees, we want to thank you for all your hard work and dedication to the ---------- Sheriffs Office. In 26 years of service, your honesty, integrity, leadership, and excellence have been very well appreciated.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>At 0255 hours on this day, June 26, 2008, you will go 10-82 for the last time as J257, #0000. You leave us with a lot of special memories and good times that will not be forgotten.<br /></em><br /><em>So from all of us to you, enjoy your retirement and the many wonderful years ahead. We’re going to miss you!</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>HQ is signing off now at 0255 hours. KJH224!!!</em>”<br /><br /><br />It was my final farewell and tribute to my 27 years of service to my department and the city. It was my final day as J257. I will never be a police officer again for my city. I know that this does not define me as a man, but it did define 27 years of my life that God was so kind to let me survive. The sad part about leaving for me is that I would never have signed up to retire but the soon to be Ex begged me, so I did. I didn’t and don’t want to leave but I did what I thought was right at the time. Now, she is trying to take all that away from me.<br /><br />I have a little message for her, “Screw You!!! You don’t control me anymore! I will move on and enjoy my life. In fact, I think I will take Aza and play some golf with my friends tomorrow!!! Yea that’s right and I’m leaving my phone in the car!!!”<br /><br />I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-80342975537520596092008-06-23T00:29:00.002-04:002008-06-23T00:33:55.626-04:00Divorce dramaWell tomorrow I will be in court again with the future ex! I had a meeting with my attorney so that we would have all our ducks in a row because this meeting is hopefully going to modify what I am paying her. Let me recap what this gold digging bitch is getting from me. I pay her 3k a month which includes her car payment and insurance. Remember I have no children with this woman nor property. The only reason she gets this amount of money is because she says that since she has “fibromyalgia” she can’t earn sufficient money to sustain her life style. Wow, it’s just that easy to earn basically starting pay for a police rookie just by saying she has a disability. Her lies are not only costing me dearly, they are making a mockery of women who are truly afflicted with fibro.<br /><br />Now, this is fixing to get better because I know all of you are sitting there with your mouth wide open in disbelief. During our meeting, my attorney walks in with a new piece of information for me. Ms. Ed’s new attorney has filed a motion for contempt on me! Yes, you read that right! The basis for this? She told him that I was 1190.00 dollars in arrears in temporary needs. Ummmmm, first, you were sitting there when the magistrate gave the order of what I was suppose to pay. Second, I paid every penny of that and you know it. Finally and most important, it comes directly out of my check! How in the hell could I possibly be behind!? Then the document goes on to read and request that due to her <i>“Fragile”</i> health she needs dental work done in the amount of 1290.00 dollars. The <s>sucker</s> husband (that’s me) has the money to pay this and should pay it. Wow, that’s big, bold, brassy balls! It said “Fragile” 10 times at least. Needless to say, I just sat there stunned. What absolutely floored me was the statement “The wife prays that the court make the husband pay the back alimony as well as for the dental work that must be done. The wife also prays that the court would find that do to her “Fragile” health award her additional monies to sustain her lifestyle because the current amount is not enough. Finally, the wife prays that the court find the husband in full contempt and incarcerate him if the money is not paid”. Unbelievable! Hahaha, yeah, I see me payin’ her a load of cash from behind bars!<br /><br />Let me tell why she has no money. She lives in a $650,000 dollar house with a room mate. I know that the house payment is at least $2,000.00 dollars a month. She is living in a huge high dollar community that she has no business living in and that’s why she can’t afford to live. Me, well I live in a trailer on city property, I can not afford to pay anything. You wanna no why? When I get my check once all of the money comes out that goes to her I have roughly $200.00 dollars (that’s <em>two hundred</em>) a payday (that’s <em>bi-weekly</em>) to live on! That’s right you, read that right too. To top it off, I retire in less than a week. I won’t have that kind of money coming in. I will not have the ability to go out there and work an extra job to earn extra money. I have to pay $800.00 dollars a month just in health insurance. I just can not believe that anyone could be this greedy and nasty. Well I take that back, I guess I can believe it after all of this.<br /><br />I am so tired of it but here’s the thing, I may live in the ghetto (and I do) but I am the happiest I have ever been. So to her I say, “Go live in your high dollar house that I'm paying for, drive your high dollar car that I'm also paying for because deep down you will always be white trash and even deeper down, you know it. You’re a sad human being and Karma is a bitch baby!”<br /><br />Here’s praying the judge sees who and what she really is!<br /><br />I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-35722527410981277902008-06-15T00:40:00.004-04:002008-06-15T02:06:28.510-04:00Happy Fathers Day...This week I’m going to take a break from Silly Sunday in recognition of Father’s Day.<br /><br />It has been 14 years since my father passed away at the age of 72. My Dad was a wonderful man, a great husband, and my best friend that was always there for me and my family. I have so many incredible memories of my Dad over the many years we were together that will last me a lifetime. I also have some not so good memories when my Dad whipped my ass for one thing or another, which I know I deserved. My Dad ruled with an iron thumb both in home life as well as his business life. My Dad gave me my first job at the age of 15. I worked in a large retail store with him. I eventually became the manager of a shoe store under his guidance until I turned 18 years old and moved into law enforcement. I was managed much more harshly than all of the other employees. I was expected to excel better than everybody else setting the example of perfection in the work place. I was called into his office so many times demanding to know why my department was down figure wise than the year before. I was told that if it was not corrected then obviously he made a mistake making me a manager. I stepped up to plate and motivated the other employees that worked for me until we pulled out the best months ever in the store history. So at a very young age I was put under pressure to perform, but it was a pressure that I would gladly except again just to say “I Love You” one more time.<br /><br />My Dad had a rough last 5 years of his life as did our small family. I was an only child so the stress of making sure that as my folks aged I could take care of them grew as each year passed. My Dad decided that he wanted to drink a little bit after work and ride the bus home. So in 1985 while I was getting ready for work 2 police officers knocked on my door. I answered the door and was told that my Dad was hit by a car as he crossed the expressway. I learned that he was Life Flighted to a level 1 Trauma Center in very critical condition. I was escorted to the hospital by my co-workers where I sat for 14 hours not knowing if my Dad was dead or alive. My mother arrived in complete shock. The doctor finally came out telling us that he was alive, but things were going to be different. The accident left him with a severed left leg and a right arm that over time would require 18 surgeries. I had the pleasure of telling him that life as he knew it for the last 63 years would be very different. When I told him that his leg had been amputated he looked at me and said, and I quote “Well, I have had it for 63 years so I can live with out it. I’ll be fine.” I could only stand there in awe of this man that created me and just agree. I knew that he would be fine and he was. He was released a week later and sent home.<br /><br />For the next several months I came over every morning to help him go to the potty and clean him. My thought process was that I would do anything for him because he would give his life for me. I took care of him until he was capable of going to the bathroom on his own. It was actually the most rewarding time of my life.<br /><br />So after battling the loss of a leg, 18 surgeries on his arm and staff infection that almost took his life, he was diagnosed with cancer of the bladder. Once again I had to be strong for all involved. Cancer takes no prisoners and my Dad was no exception. He passed away on January 21st 1994, just one year after being diagnosed. I lost my best friend that day, but I got a guardian angel that will look out for me for the rest of my life. I miss my Dad but I know he is with me everyday.<br /><br />I have been blessed with another gentleman in my life that I call Dad. <a href="http://phantasmagoricaldreams.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#000099;">Aza’s</span></a> Dad has been a very important part of my life. He is always available to listen to me when I need to talk or just vent. His wise words are always so comforting in the most difficult of times. I have a deep respect for him and enjoy spending time with him because of his vast knowledge of just life in general. So for my second Dad I‘d like to say, “Happy Fathers Day and thank you for bringing so much joy to my life! Most of all, thank you for having a daughter that has the same gentle spirit of love that you do.” I am a lucky man to have had 2 Dads in my life.<br /><br />I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-34742332440224383802008-06-13T13:37:00.003-04:002008-06-13T13:42:36.403-04:00A ventI have thought about how to write this for the last few days. The thought process was do I tell this to everybody who reads my blog or do I just keep it to myself. Aza is the only other person that knows about this, so she of course told me that it was up to me if I wanted to share my story. I feel that some of you are like family even though we have never met, but honestly the only people that I really care about how they feel are Aza and her Dad.<br /><br />I told you that I only had a few days left before I retire. This information has not changed, I leave June 27th. I also told you that I had considered going with a smaller department that bordered our city. That is true also, but things have changed. I started the process that eventually led to my polygraph which I passed with flying colors. It has been 27 years since I have been put through the ringer but none the less I was prepared because I had absolutely nothing to hide. I have had a stellar career, so much so that I was given tremendous compliments by our Sheriff today at a county wide roll call in front of 150 officers. I got about 2 hours of sleep the night before the polygraph only because I just can’t go to bed at 9 o’clock. I never hit the sack until 3, 4 or 5 o’clock in the morning every night simply because I have been on nights for 15 years.<br /><br />I arrived the morning of the test at 8:30am and was greeted by the examiner. He was a 24 year veteran from Ft. Lauderdale the birth place of the Cops T.V. program. We talked for about 25 minutes before we got down to the nitty gritty. He explained the ins and outs of the test and told me that he didn’t care what has happened the last 27 years, just be truthful and everything would be fine. I of course had no intension of being anything but truthful. I was told that he would ask me a series of about 200 questions some of which would be asked on the actual test. The questions were very personal in nature and some were just plain stupid. I finally completed the series of questions and was exhausted. I felt like I had just been beat up and left for dead. He was eager to get going so he hooked me up to “ol sparky II” and was ready to interrogate and grill me. The test consisted of about 10 questions that were asked 3 separate times with about 25 seconds in between each question. Finally I was unhooked and told that the test was complete.<br /><br />The examiner left the room for a short while and then returned with my sheet. He said that everything looked great, all of my responses showed a truthful reading and that I had passed with no problem. We shook hands and he said that he looked forward to seeing me again.<br /><br />I left feeling relieved to say the least. I called Aza telling her that all was well. She of course being my biggest fan was very happy but knew that there would not be an issue. I have to tell all of you that I had to borrow her car to go to the test because I can’t take my police car that far out of county. When I got in, she had a card with my name on it taped to the steering wheel that had absolutely the most comforting words in it that I have ever read. I love her, she is so good to me.<br /><br />I got a phone call later in the day from the department telling me that I needed to be back out there Thursday morning at 8am to run their P.A.T. test. I was excited because I was that much closer to getting back into police work. A day went by that was very busy for us (I had a ton of errands all afternoon) so I was exhausted eventually going to bed and waking up about 9:30am. I picked up my phone and saw that I had a voice mail. I called my messaging system and heard a message that sent me first, into complete nausea and then ready to throw my guts up. As I listened in absolute disbelief the voice on the other end says “This call is for officer ‘Kojak’, we need to cancel your P.A.T. test. We will be in touch with you”. Now I am not a stupid man I know what that means. It means we don’t want your ass so forget our number. I called immediately and spoke to the lady that left the message. I was told that I was no longer a candidate for employment due to the result of my polygraph! I told her that she had to be kidding me, she said “No, I am not kidding you. Call Inspector Harvey.” I couldn’t punch the numbers fast enough. I got him on the phone and was told that one of the questions that I responded to truthfully really set off the Major. So much so that he immediately suspended my status.<br /><br />I am going to be honest with you, the question was “Have you ever has sex while on duty?” I went numb first then got pissed. I told him that I answered it with a truthful answer as the test showed. I explained the circumstances behind the answer. It was over 15 years ago with my first wife on my lunch break. She had called and asked that I take lunch at home that day. I logged out, went home to eat and something happened. My answer fell on deaf ears. I was simply not what they were looking for I was told.<br /><br />Now, I can honestly tell you that I don’t know too many officers that haven’t done something like that in their career (and not necessarily with their spouse). It is absolutely not something that I am proud of but I can tell you that when I was in training if you didn’t you were considered a plant, gay, or you were not one of the guys. Although peer pressure back in the day was tremendous it was not something I folded to. It is a very dark side of being a police officer that I am not proud of but it is what it is. Yes, I did something with my then wife while on lunch. I was man enough to admit it to him and I am man enough to tell all of you. I have never stolen anything, I am not a child molester, crack head or a rogue police officer that beats the shit out of suspects for no reason. I told the truth and I have been persecuted for that. I was told as much that it probably should have been something that should have never come out. Hmmm, so lie about it!?!? Are you kidding me?!<br /><br />So there it is folks I am not good enough to be an officer for that department. I feel embarrassed, humiliated, and completely devastated. I stand by the fact that I was truthful, but I refuse to believe that I am not good enough!<br /><br />I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-62082529758380149272008-06-08T13:00:00.003-04:002008-06-08T13:05:14.338-04:00Silly SundayTime doesn’t stand still for anybody; I only have 10 more working days until I retire! I can’t believe it is time already. I am processing with another agency. I have to go Monday {tomorrow} morning to take a polygraph and a crazy test so wish me luck on both!!! I will let you know what happens. Now on to Silly Sunday…<br /><br />To recap Silly Sunday, each Sunday I will post a funny article, story, joke etc. If you would like to participate, send me your funny or feel free to share it in the comments. If you <a href="mailto:glockncuffs@yahoo.com"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>email</strong></span></a> it to me I will post it (assuming it’s not sexually explicit or crammed with obscenities) along with a link to your blog so folks can take a look at your work.<br /><br />This weeks submission is courtesy of <a href="http://phantasmagoricaldreams.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Aza’s</strong></span></a> dad. He doesn’t have a blog but you don’t have to have one to submit something for Silly Sunday. Thanks dad!<br /><br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><strong>Five Surgeons</strong><br /><br />Five surgeons from big cities are discussing who makes the best patients to operate on. The first surgeon, from New York, says, 'I like to see accountants on my operating table because when you open them up, everything inside is numbered.'<br /><br />The second, from Chicago, responds, 'Yeah, but you should try electricians! Everything inside them is color coded.'<br /><br />The third surgeon, from Dallas, says, 'No, I really think librarians are the best, everything inside them is in alphabetical order.'<br /><br />The fourth surgeon, from Los Angeles chimes in: 'You know, I like construction workers... Those guys always understand when you have a few parts left over.'<br /><br />But the fifth surgeon, from Washington, DC shut them all up when he observed: 'You're all wrong. Politicians are the easiest to operate on. There's no guts, no heart, no balls, no brains and no spine, and the head and the ass are interchangeable.'<br /><br /><br />I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-38516345177494594242008-06-05T13:27:00.002-04:002008-06-05T13:37:10.669-04:00Please don’t insult yourself or me by pulling that card!Well, it has started and I really didn’t think it would, this soon at least. I got a call yesterday to a local gas station in regard to a fuel theft. I rolled up and was met by a middle aged woman that had a small 4 year old with her. I asked her how I could help her. "Ms. Blue" begins to tell me that she rolled up to the gas pumps and inserted her debit card expecting to pump $20 dollars. The transaction processed and returned with a message stating "See Cashier". She got back in her vehicle, drove up to the front entrance of the station and walked inside. She approached the clerk, told her what the pump said and the clerk explained that it was no problem, she would set the pump inside for $20 dollars. Ms. Blue paid for the gas and several other items that she shopped around for and went back to her car. She then saw a vehicle pulling off from the pump that she had vacated. Learning that this person had just pumped her $20 dollars worth of gas and took off, Ms. Blue was naturally very upset, which I completely understood. I interviewed the clerk and came to the conclusion that both stories matched so I went back to talk to Ms. Blue. I explained to her in a very compassionate way that I was sorry for what happened but there was not much I could do but write a theft report for her. The first words she spat at me in an incredibly venomous tone were "Oh I see how it is, you think because I am black I’m dumb!" Then she raised her voice inside the store yelling "That’s okay, when Obama gets in there things are gonna change!" At that point I had a gut full and with my 2 weeks left before I retire I said, "Let me explain something to you, race has absolutely nothing to do with this call or what happened to you so don’t try pulling that card!" She muttered a few other things under her breath and demanded to speak to my supervisor. "Gladly!" I said "I’ll call him."<br /><br />My Seargent arrived and told her basically the same thing I did. Ms. Blue was adamant that we make the gas station give her the gas. We both again explained that we couldn’t force them to do that. We told her to call her debit card company, dispute the transaction, then come see the manager as they instructed her in the store.<br /><br />Ms. Blue was raging mad and once again attempted to make it a racial incident. It fell on deaf ears. There was a tattooed guy inside the store who just so happened to be caucasian that gave her $15 dollars to get gas. What’s funny to me is he was the only one to step up to the plate and try to help this lady. Hmmm wonder if she still feels the same way.<br /><br />I can honestly say that when I handle calls I could care less what color you are. Race has nothing to do with it when you violate a law or need assistance. Right is right and wrong is wrong! Please don’t try to make it a race issue when the bottom line is either you screwed up and did something wrong or you just can’t admit that you’re an idiot. I think we are in for a long hard road in the next 152 days. This is what I won’t miss about this job!<br /><br />I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298619874035040633.post-24551114770590442222008-06-01T23:58:00.001-04:002008-06-02T02:59:27.579-04:00Silly SundayWow, the weeks are just flying by! I can’t believe it’s already time for “Silly Sunday” again!<br /><br />To recap Silly Sunday, each Sunday I will post a funny article, story, joke etc. If you would like to participate, send me your funny or feel free to share it in the comments. If you <a href="mailto:glockncuffs@yahoo.com"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>email</strong></span></a> it to me I will post it (assuming it’s not sexually explicit or crammed with obscenities) along with a link to your blog so folks can take a look at your work.<br /><br />This weeks submission was sent in by my new golf student, my absolute best friend and Glock N’ Cuffs co-author/editor, Aza over at <a href="http://phantasmagoricaldreams.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Surreptitious Psychosis</strong></span></a> last week. However, Dad emailed me the Dave Barry “colonoscopy” funny and she wanted to post his first.<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><b>New Drugs For Women</b><br /><br /><br /><b>D A M N I T O L</b><br /><br />Take 2 and the rest of the world can go to hell for up to 8 full hours.<br /><br /><b>ST. M O M M A'S W O R T</b><br /><br />Plant extract that treats mom's depression by rendering preschoolers unconscious for up to two days.<br /><br /><b>E M P T Y N E S T R O G E N</b><br /><br />Suppository that eliminates melancholy and loneliness by reminding you of how awful they were as teenagers and how you couldn't wait till they moved out.<br /><br /><b>P E P T O B I M B O</b><br /><br />Liquid silicone drink for single women. Two full cups swallowed before an evening out increases breast size, decreases intelligence, and prevents conception.<br /><br /><b>D U M B E R O L</b><br /><br />When taken with Peptobimbo, can cause dangerously low IQ, resulting in enjoyment of country music and pickup trucks.<br /><br /><b>F L I P I T O R</b><br /><br />Increases life expectancy of commuters by controlling road rage and the urge to flip off other drivers.<br /><br /><b>M E N I C I L L I N</b><br /><br />Potent anti-boy-otic for older women. Increases resistance to such lethal lines as, "You make me want to be a better person . Can we get naked now?"<br /><br /><b>B U Y A G R A</b><br /><br />Injectable stimulant taken prior to shopping. Increases potency, duration, and credit limit of spending spree.<br /><br /><b>J A C K A S S P I R I N</b><br /><br />Relieves headache caused by a man who can't remember your birthday, anniversary or phone number.<br /><br /><b>A N T I-T A L K S I D E N T</b><br />A spray carried in a purse or wallet to be used on anyone too eager to share their life stories with total strangers in elevators.<br /><br /><b>N A G A M E T</b><br /><br />When administered to a husband, provides the same irritation level as nagging him all weekend, saving the wife the time and trouble of doing it herself.<br /><br /><br />I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later!Kojakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04343334226080001127noreply@blogger.com8