I know that you all know about the Detective. I mention him pretty regularly. But what do you really know about him? Here are things I love about my Detective: though I have been sick for almost a month [A MONTH] he has busted his arse to get the kids up and ready for school, [...]
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Please show some love for law enforcement
Posted: August 10, 2011 by Sarah in deep thoughts, nerdy apple/cop's wife, the detectiveOn the off chance that you don’t know yet, I’m married to a cop. He’s pretty awesome. Totally awesome. Anyway, the local Fraternal Order of Police is looking to get raises for the department, and it seems the City Council isn’t too keen on it. Other city employees are, but not law enforcement. Here’s what [...]
Dusting off the old blog…
Posted: October 20, 2009 by Sarah in besties, nerdy apple/cop's wife, random, the detectiveSo CPA reminded me last night about this thing called blogging. Seriously, I forgot about this here thing. So I’m back. From outer space… (name that song) I caught up on CPA’s blog this morning which allows me to steal some ideas for later, like posting about books I’m reading or have recently read. That [...]
That’s just how we roll
Posted: April 20, 2009 by Sarah in family, holidays & celebrations, oh the places we go, peanut, the detective, trials & tribulationsThis picture is so sad. Peanut was turning 7 here. She had a big party at the roller rink. We had all just finished singing “Happy Birthday.” We were waiting as she made her wish. Then the Detective leaned in and told her to hurry up and blow out the candles. Then the tears started. [...]
Oh Lord
Posted: January 21, 2009 by Sarah in family, oh the places we go, peanut, sports & leisure, the detectiveThis is what happens when Peanut goes to visit Grandpa. A couple of years ago he bought her a PINK rifle. He even had her name engraved on it. She of course loves it. And immediately made the Detective take her shooting. They’d just gotten off a few rounds before a mountain lion wandered over. [...]
