Well, it's 12:37 and I'm eating potato chips dipped in full fat sour cream. I think this is a mother's version of nothing good happening after midnight. I can feel the second chin coming out.
It looks like I won't be volunteering at all at the film festival. Matt will be on a campout with Porter and the other scouts and I don't feel like going without him. Also, there were only 1 or 2 movies we were interested in seeing and, of course, there were no more volunteer slots open for those movies. So I'm going to be a 'bad' volunteer and bag the film festival. Instead, I will do something fun with my kids. Yeah, fun things with your kids are fun.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Idaho International Film Festival
I always try to volunteer for the film festival. I guess it makes me feel special to be doing something different. Of course, I like getting the free t-shirt and free movie passes. It has to be one of the easiest volunteering jobs ever. All you do is take tickets until people stop filing in and then you get to go sit in the movie and watch. Then when the movie is over you hand out pieces of paper and people rate it. Simple. Matt is coming with me again. He doesn't understand why I like this and I am bad at articulating my reasons so he'll probably never understand. Plus, he doesn't understand the downtown thing. I just like being downtown sometimes doing the things that people downtown do. I was born, raised and have always lived in suburbia (except for the Vernal stint) and knew that cool things go on downtown, but never knew what. Well, now I'm an adult aware that something cool is happening in downtown Boise and what to be in the mix of things. I guess I should have Matt read this blog. I hope the movies are good and we don't end up in some weird ones. There are some weird ideas out there. I don't like leaving the movie with the chills. I'll let you know how it goes.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Cop ride along
I got to go on a ride along with our friend, Officer Bish, last week. The evening was very interesting. He has the night shift so we started at 8 in the evening so I was ready for some Friday night excitement. To start the night off a fire alarm was pulled at the knitting factory where Marilyn Manson was having a concert. I got to watch the audience file out of the building in their black attire. Corsets seemed to be in style for a few heavyset women. I hope one day they'll think to themselves, "What was I thinking when I put that on?" And there were a couple of really freaky dudes that made me feel sad for them. I always think of them as lost souls.
Officer Bish and I helped out with a few drunks walking the line. That was funny watching them try to keep their balance.
There was a fight involving a knife. I missed most of the action on that one. I could hear what was happening on the c.b. and I wasn't sure if I should get out of the car or check out what was happening. By the time I decided to see what was going on the people in the fight were separated and people were being questioned. I guess out of the blue a guy was punched in the face for no reason as he walked in the bar. Then 2 other guys who were with the puncher were gonna gang up on punchee (are you confused yet?). The punchee saw this so he pulled out his knife to defend himself. The oversized school yard bullies saw the knife and stepped back. Then the cops came around then. Bish actually saw the punchee throw a bag in the trash which contained the knife. The puncher went to the jail.
I also got to see a couple of cross dressers- they were ugly as women and probably not very good looking men, someone carrying a giant wooden cross, women holding hands, the fashions of the 80's in full force.
We cruised downtown a lot and sped to a few different bars to help break up fights. We also went out to find a prowler.
A couple things I learned- Cops have to put up with a lot of crap. It seems like if there's a cop there, people instinctively feel like they're doing something wrong (I have felt this way) and so they have to say something to them (I usually give a weak hello and an even weaker wave). I felt self conscious just sitting in the front seat of the cop car. At the beginning of the shift I separated myself from the police so I wouldn't get stared at.
To me, cops were always part jerks so it was good for me to meet a few of them and see that they were normal (as normal as people can be). I can see why they need to be 'jerks,' but I had a few laughs with them once I got comfortable.
Also, Robin, I remember you saying that you were trying to convince your children that nothing good happens after midnight and that thought kept going through my head all night. What I was seeing proved that. There's been a part of me that has wanted to go downtown and go dancing w/girlfriends(cuz when was the last time I did that?), but I realized I wasn't missing out on too much. Especially as I watched the hoochie mamas prancing by as the men watched and either whistled or made comments. I guess I'll have to stick with jamming in my van or dancing in my family room (in my underwear and black shades).
The last thing I got to see was the dispatch room. For some reason this was one of the neatest parts of the evening. Maybe it's because I have thought about doing dispatching. Each dispatcher has four oversized computer screens and they have really cool chairs. Really, they looked well, cool. And I learned that their desks are made so that they can be raised and lowered so the dispatcher can stand up and get out of their cool chair if they want to or sit back down. One of the dispatchers talked to me more in detail, but I can't remember what she said, but it was very interesting and I got to learn some stuff I didn't know before.
Officer Bish and I helped out with a few drunks walking the line. That was funny watching them try to keep their balance.
There was a fight involving a knife. I missed most of the action on that one. I could hear what was happening on the c.b. and I wasn't sure if I should get out of the car or check out what was happening. By the time I decided to see what was going on the people in the fight were separated and people were being questioned. I guess out of the blue a guy was punched in the face for no reason as he walked in the bar. Then 2 other guys who were with the puncher were gonna gang up on punchee (are you confused yet?). The punchee saw this so he pulled out his knife to defend himself. The oversized school yard bullies saw the knife and stepped back. Then the cops came around then. Bish actually saw the punchee throw a bag in the trash which contained the knife. The puncher went to the jail.
I also got to see a couple of cross dressers- they were ugly as women and probably not very good looking men, someone carrying a giant wooden cross, women holding hands, the fashions of the 80's in full force.
We cruised downtown a lot and sped to a few different bars to help break up fights. We also went out to find a prowler.
A couple things I learned- Cops have to put up with a lot of crap. It seems like if there's a cop there, people instinctively feel like they're doing something wrong (I have felt this way) and so they have to say something to them (I usually give a weak hello and an even weaker wave). I felt self conscious just sitting in the front seat of the cop car. At the beginning of the shift I separated myself from the police so I wouldn't get stared at.
To me, cops were always part jerks so it was good for me to meet a few of them and see that they were normal (as normal as people can be). I can see why they need to be 'jerks,' but I had a few laughs with them once I got comfortable.
Also, Robin, I remember you saying that you were trying to convince your children that nothing good happens after midnight and that thought kept going through my head all night. What I was seeing proved that. There's been a part of me that has wanted to go downtown and go dancing w/girlfriends(cuz when was the last time I did that?), but I realized I wasn't missing out on too much. Especially as I watched the hoochie mamas prancing by as the men watched and either whistled or made comments. I guess I'll have to stick with jamming in my van or dancing in my family room (in my underwear and black shades).
The last thing I got to see was the dispatch room. For some reason this was one of the neatest parts of the evening. Maybe it's because I have thought about doing dispatching. Each dispatcher has four oversized computer screens and they have really cool chairs. Really, they looked well, cool. And I learned that their desks are made so that they can be raised and lowered so the dispatcher can stand up and get out of their cool chair if they want to or sit back down. One of the dispatchers talked to me more in detail, but I can't remember what she said, but it was very interesting and I got to learn some stuff I didn't know before.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
An Update on the Basketball Hoop
There must be something about Sundays that makes him want to shoot baskets.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
A moment to remember
There are few things that are better than seeing your children get along. This morning as Remi left for schoool he started saying his good-bye's and love you's. Grant heard that and wanted to watch through the window as Remi left. Then I got to hear Grant pucker and blow as he and his brother repeatedly blew kisses to each other. It was one of those times you wish you had your camcorder going because I couldn't stage something that heart warming.
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