On top of planning a wedding and working and all of that I decided it would be a good idea to also apply for a position as a Police Officer in Berne, Indiana. Berne is about 40 minutes south of Fort Wayne. Small town. Three full time officers and five reserves. Oh and did I mention tons of Amish. So many Amish that they have places to tie up your horse in all of the parking lots. Berne is just south of where Aaron grew up and we went to college with a lot of people who are from Berne. I have an unbelieveable number of connections down there. I even work with people who have connections in Berne so we shall see. A few months ago I never would have applied but good friends of ours have moved down there lately and it doesn't seem nearly as scary to me. I really do love living in FW. I love that it is so diverse and that there is always something going on. I figured if I do get offered the job I don't have to take it. Aaron I think would love to live down there and it would mean we could get a house, and Moose could come live with us. That's probably the biggest draw for me. And I'd actually be a Police Officer, which would be crazy. It's one of those things I feel like never really will happen. I have a better chance of getting hired at a place like this than here in Fort Wayne and I can always try to lateral hire after I spend a few years down there. So many thoughts so little time. Off to work. The Chief is coming in to talk to us today. I probably won't actually get to go to the meeting but I've gotta look my best anyway. Wouldn't want the Chief to think we're just a big mess down at the jail. I even spent two hours last night cleaning old central while running it at the same time. That was exhausting, but at least it isn't disgusting in there anymore.

Peace Out!

It's my Friday once again. I love Fridays, especially when they actually come around a weekend...ie I get at least one weekend day off. I had last Saturday and Sunday off which only happens every six weeks and is always exciting. I don't remember the last time I could just sit around on a Sunday after church and do nothing, but that's exactly what Aaron and I did and it was wonderful. I'm hoping that my Saturday this week is much like that.

As I sit on the couch unwinding from my week Dreher, Meg and James are playing "Boggle" at the kitchen table. I never knew how entertaining it could be to listen to other people play any game, let alone, "Boggle." Dreher made tacos...mmmm. The first time any real food has been cooked in our kitchen in about two weeks. We've been living off of various premade and snack type foods, cause neither one of us has the energy to cook. We (Dreher, Ruthie, LJ and I) make the most amazing tacos I've ever had and I'll share the secret with you.....onion. Ruthie and I randomly decided to throw some onion into our ground beef when making tacos one evening while still in college and never looked back. I can't imagine eating tacos without onion. Maybe this amazing culinary secret has been widespread for years, but we were unaware and I share it with you all to enrich your next taco experience.

Dreher felt the need to point out to me that I'm just as big of a dork for posting about their "Boggle" playing as they are for playing. I'm okay with this fact. And further okay with it after witnessing James break out some dance moves just a few moments ago.

I really must go to bed now. Gotta get up and work out and then go help out a friend and run errands.

Last week I scrambled with an 87lb. bulemic woman.  At the time we were under the impression she weighed 98lbs but it really didn't matter.  I feel some shame and everyone at work has felt the need to poke fun at the four of us who took her on but if you were there you would understand.  She's been in and out since I've been working there and we've had to put her in suicide precautions before because she has the habit of throwing up after she eats.  She was out at the hospital because her doctors were worried about her. Just as one of my fellow officers was getting ready to bring her back to the jail he caught her trying to throw up.  So he called and told us that when he got back we would have to dress her into suicide precautions.  Now this requires the taking of all of her clothing, glasses, hair ties, undergarments and the bracelet all inmates must wear.  Then she is given this green "suit" that sort of makes one look like a burrito thus we call them burrito suits.  She was in histerics when they got back to the jail and she straight up told me she wasn't going to put the suit on.  We decided that rather than fight with her downstairs we would take her to the cell she was going to be housed in that way we could take her clothes and she could choose to put the suit on whenever she wanted.  I had to escort her upstairs and attempted to explain to her that if she didn't comply we would have to do things the hard way, which meant either pepper spray, the tazer, or both.  She kept telling me she wanted to be pepper sprayed and tazed. She was ticked b/c her doctors took her off of all of her meds and somehow I was supposed to do something about that.  Her block officer and I got things started and I got her shirt half off but then she completely flipped out.  At this point we had her pinned to the floor as she was screaming, "hurt me, hurt me please" and then "kill me, kill me please because I can't do it myself".  This was very out of character for a girl who can be obnoxious but is generally soft spoken and compliant.  I was a bit freaked out and things were going down hill so the other officer called for assistance.  The calvary showed up and another female officer and the officer who had brought her back from the hospital managed to get her handcuffed and drug her out of the block and stuck her in the attorney's booth while we all regrouped.  Now apparently the method to this is that it gives them time to think and they generally calm down and the fight is over.  But not so with this chick.  We drug her back into the block and into the cell and the fight was on again.  This time we had four of us in working on her.  My main goal was trying to get her clothes off so we could be done with the whole ordeal.  She continued screaming at the top of her lungs and flayling like a crazy person but eventually we prevailed.  We didn't have a tazer and we all somehow decided that pepper spray wasn't really an option.  What made the ordeal so difficult was she wanted those things and while wrestling with her we were trying desperately not to break her twiggy limbs.  The whole thing lasted about a half hour which is just ridiculous but we got it done.  She did try to bit me but only got my pants and charged us as we tried to get out of the cell once we had taken all of her clothes.  It was completely out of control and the best part is that she doesn't remember any of it.  All she knows is that the scrapes and bruises are because she screwed up and she knows she deserved it but other than that she's clueless.  The human mind is a scary thing.  So scoff if you like but it was my first scramble and you'd be surprised how difficult it is to rip the clothes off a flayling body.