Monday, November 25, 2013


So I decided to give in and admit that Thanksgiving is this week-NOT Christmas. Even if I tried to skip right over and start Christmas on November 1st, it's not happening. To get to Christmas one MUST go through Thanksgiving. 
(I made a fall wreath, can I have Christmas now?)

Do I hate Thanksgiving? Not at all. I love food. And I love to have an excuse to eat a copious amount of it. But does Thanksgiving warm my heart the way Christmas does? Do twinkle lights get wrapped around light posts? Do visions of sugarplums dance around my head when I sleep? No, no and no. But since I cannot fast-forward to December 25th, I'll be a grown up and just embrace life as is. Which means posting a cheesy blog about what I'm thankful for. 

I'm going to keep this LEOW related, because who doesn't appreciate a police-wife-blogger who actually does what she says and posts things that are police-wife-related? 
What I'm Thankful for in my LEOW Life: 

1. Having someone around to teach me how to use a gun. It never really occurred to me before to learn how to use one, but it sure is nice to wake up one morning thinking, "I want to learn how to shoot a rifle" and know that I can actually do that.

2. Having someone who will make me learn how to do the above task correctly. Is there any bigger waste of time than learning how to shoot a gun improperly? Ain't no purpose learning to pull the trigger if you don't know how to aim it. Just ain't. (I really felt the urge to be extra annoying there).

3. Being able to walk around downtown and just enjoy the downtown-ness of it all. Why? Because I married my body guard. He plays, "Let's Spot a Felon" whilst I point out the various buildings I like, places I've been to, horses pulling buggies, the street vendor selling some tacky tourist item that I swear we need to buy, fancy restaurants we should make note of to eat at on our next whatever, the hotels lit at night, you get my point. I love downtown. He lets me love it. 

4. I get to live with a human GPS. The man seriously knows any back road to any major road and knows back roads to the back roads. He knows where we are ALL. THE. TIME.

5. That moment EVERY time I wake up and he's next to me in bed. Just means he made it through another night safely.

6. I get to do random things I probably wouldn't otherwise, like "meet" the K9 unit. Which consisted of me giving lots of loves and then watching them train. (Why don't we have a police dog yet?!) 

7. I have a little nagging voice in my head that I hear when driving: Know what street you're on, know which direction you're heading, know the address of the building, look around you. Which could easily be annoying, except it gives me this weird sense of being in control of circumstances....even if it's only a little bit.

8. I get to buy adorable things like this:


(Even I, the Christmas decoration dictator, allowed
some wiggle room to fit this adorable ornament into our d├ęcor)
(Future LEObaby totes owns these kicks already!
I couldn't pass them up...)
(One day, future LEObaby will have the sweetest ride on the block!)
All in all, I'm blessed with the amazing husband God has given me and I couldn't be happier LEOW. Even when things get hard, I can always look around and know that I've been given more in life than I'll ever deserve.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
For those LEOWs who will be with their LEOs: Enjoy! For those of us who's LEOs work that day/night, I hope everyone stays safe!

Thursday, November 14, 2013


I have a serious case of blogger-inadequacy this morning.

Every where I look, someone has managed to not only make something delicious to feed themselves (and probably their children and husbands) with but also has a seriously professional picture to catalog it's existence before it became a distant memory that you had to recline in your chair to make enough room in your stomach for, then call out for someone to bring you a heat lamp to help aid in your digestion. (Does everyone not eat like I do?) 

True story: I had to use a DICTIONARY to look up the spelling of a word and I have a serious run on sentence looming above everyone right now. I'm a mess today. 

But what do you expect from me? In Blogging Land (yes, it's real) I'm basically a court jester. Entertaining, probably wearing a hat with bells on it, jingling about the castle. (I'll admit, my knowledge about medieval times is almost non-existent. So my facts are probably skewed or completely imaginary). You can find me on any given day, laughing at my own jokes and talking to myself. (You know this, you've read the previous posts). 

In any case I won't be posting pictures of the meals I whipped up out of leftovers, I won't be sharing recipes of 'from-scratch' breads or showcasing jams I made from the garden I planted in the bathroom sink. 

Instead, I should start blogging "What I Didn't Make for Dinner". It would feature pictures of empty plates: "This is the plate I didn't use when I ate green olives out of the jar last night". I could show a picture of the empty crockpot: "Mmmm...this is what I didn't smell when I came home from work because I forgot The Deputy had SWAT today (instead of his usual work schedule) and that I would even need a meal later! Delicious." It could instead feature restaurant menus, movie theater popcorn bags, pizza boxes, leftovers in my fridge from OTHER people's cooking. I'm the lady with a thousand recipes saved on her phone, who still has no idea what to make when she gets home. 

Am I over dramatizing again? Absolutely not. But you get my point. My blog is a lone ranger. Where are the bloggers who don't make 4-course meals for dinner every night? Where are the bloggers who don't find the thrill in spending hours in the kitchen prepping? Where are the bloggers who actually enjoy ordering pizza, who don't actually know what most of the spices on the rack are for, who don't know how to do anything with a pumpkin beyond carving it and roasting the seeds? 

I need you. 

I also need some temporary redemption.

Here's the one thing I love to do in the kitchen:

Gentleman Cupcakes for The Nephew's Dedication

Wedding Shower cookies for our wedding last summer...

Valentine Cupcakes!

Cars cupakes for The Nephew's 2nd Birthday

Birthday cookies for a friend...
'Thank You' cupcakes for some awesome people...

So the kitchen isn't completely foreign to me. But on the blogging scale, I might as well be huddled in a corner, while my potatoes boil over and the fried chicken re-fries itself, talking to my hand.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

I hear ya.

Today my post will be a little less LEOW and a little more W. Plain and simple. 

I tend to give more information than needed and get too personal, so I'll try to scale back and keep this as neutral as possible. Which is saying alot for the girl who sometimes feels the best converstaion starter begins with intimate details about her last underwear mishap. Who doesn't enjoy a good, "....and then I realized I wasn't wearing any!" story?! Exactly. 

My marriage thought for the week has been about giving. And not because I'm paying attention to life enough to realize this is November, the month of giving. It's actually due to a related article that's been floating around on my Facebook newsfeed. I read it, thought, "That's nice", closed the browser and went back to--surfing Pinterest for DIY holiday projects, DIY shoe repair and basically any other DIYing you can imagine that I -PROMISE- to do as soon as I get home, then realize I'm too tired and lazy to actually do it--working. I read the article then got back to work

But the article stuck with me like a popcorn kernel in my wisdom tooth. Just sat there, resurfacing every so often when I'm distracted, irritating my gumline. Only instead of picking this article out of my mind with a folded sticky note, I just thought about it. 

I thought about what it actually means to be married to someone for the sake of making them happy. Not that you don't love them or ever get anything in return, but that "what's in it for me?" shouldn't be your motivation behind getting married. 

The article suggested that in marriage your focus should be on making the other person happy, even at the cost of your own happiness. (Ideally, two selfless people would spend their energy making each other happy so it's win-win. I don't think the article was implying that we should submit ourselves to abuse and control. Just throwing that out there.) It sounded easy enough-spend more time making sure The Deputy feels loved and happy. 

Then it hit me. What makes him happy? I don't mean in the grand scheme of life-his dreams, goals, plans, etc.-I mean on a day to day basis. I know what he wants: love, respect, respect, RESPECT, kindness. But do I always know how to show him that? 

{ You see where I'm going with this?}

That's right. Love Languages

I can't be a selfless partner if I don't know something that's NOT about myself. I know how to speak love to myself. I know how to speak those love languages to him. But do I know how to speak HIS language? 

So that's what I plan on learning, with the help of Gary Chapman's "5 Love Languages" quiz! Who doesn't love a good quiz (or pop-quiz for The Deputy). It's always fun to learn something new and even better if that knowledge is actually going to better your life. Unlike learning 'arrow math', that 3 hour documentary I watched about squid and all those hours I spent at pre-teen sleepovers perfecting my lip singing skills. Okay, I did that alone. And well into my teen and adult years. 


I just wanted to put some love out there out there today. Let it sit in your brain for awhile, irriate your never know what you'll end up with. 

 It looks like I have homework to do tonight. And do you know what's harder than trying to study MacroEconomics with the TV on? Getting The Deputy to take a mushy feelings quiz. 

 Wish me luck!