Friday, May 16, 2008

This Is Why I Need Maid Service



I'm not laughing about this...yet. But hey, if it helps you have a good day....

Given that we have out of town friends visiting this weekend, I thought it might be a good idea to clear a path through the war-zone, otherwise known as our house. I was wrong. Clearing one path only makes way for more disaster. Clearly, Kenzie had other ideas regarding how to prepare for our guests. 

The pictures say it all.

In Memory Of...


Today is the Police Officer Memorial Parade. Greg went, in full dress uniform, to represent his department as a member of the Honor Guard, and to honor those brave men and women killed in the line of duty. This year will likely be particularly memorable, as it was 1 year ago this month, that Greg's friend, and fellow police officer, Jason West, was killed in the line of duty. He will be memorialized at the services.
I will never forget the moment that phone call came and the look on Greg's face. Despite the fact that he had just finished a particularly long shift, he rushed down to the hospital to wait, with dozens of other officers, friends and family. His voice broke when he called a short time later and said, "Jason didn't make it."
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Officer Jason West
Cleveland Heights Police Department
Ohio
End of Watch: Saturday, May 26, 2007

Biographical Info
Age: 31
Tour of Duty: 7 years
Badge Number: 332

Incident Details
Cause of Death: Gunfire
Date of Incident: Friday, May 25, 2007
Weapon Used: Gun; Unknown type
Suspect Info: In custody

Officer West was shot and killed at a disturbance.

Officer West responded to a disturbance call on Altamont Avenue, near South Taylor Road. A fight over a woman had broken out at a large party at the location. Police dispatchers assigned three cruisers to the disturbance. Officer West pulled down Altamont Avenue going east, followed by another cruiser.

A third cruiser pulled down Altamont Avenue, traveling west. The suspect was in a car parked on Altamont, facing westbound. As Officer West approached in his cruiser, the suspect backed his car into the driveway. Officer West pulled his cruiser in front of the car, blocking it. When Officer West stepped out of his cruiser, the suspect opened fire at him from inside the parked car. The suspect then exited the car and continued to shoot Officer West at close range, striking him in the leg and face.

The suspect fled north to Beechwood Avenue and ditched his gun in a neighboring driveway before breaking into a woman's house. The woman fled the house and was not harmed. Officers found the suspect hiding on the second floor and took him into custody.

Officer West was transported to Huron Hospital where he succumbed to his wounds.

Four years prior to this incident the suspect had told his family that he wanted to kill a police officer. He then went out and threw a brick at a police cruiser and assaulted an officer. He was later convicted of that crime and sentenced to probation.

Officer West had served with the Cleveland Heights Police Department for seven years. He is survived by his parents and sister.

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MAY 2007:

“O say does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave,
‘Ore the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

The wind was extremely strong in Cleveland Heights today.
And, has been my routine almost every day in the nearly two weeks since Jason died; I’ve watched the flag in fascination.

From the elliptical machine at Bally’s, my view of City Hall is unobstructed. Across the parking lot, just above the tips of the leafy treetops, I see it – stars and stripes flying proud – at half-mast.

Officer Jason West was gunned down in the line of duty while responding to a call just after 10pm on Friday, May 25th. It’s likely, and sadly fortunate, that Jason never even knew what him. Several bullets, fired from close range, hit him multiple times in the face and leg as he exited his police cruiser. With his gun still secured in its holster, Jason was likely dead before he even hit the ground.

Symbolic in so many ways, Old Glory seemed to be particularly struggling today. She tried to stay tall and straight, despite the elements whipping against her. As I watched a CHPD cruiser pull into the station, I couldn’t help but reflect on how Jason’s family, friends and fellow officers have struggled these past two weeks.

As the wife of an officer who was close friends with Jason, I’ve experienced the impact of these senseless events first-hand.

As I’ve attended memorial services, candlelight vigils and the funeral, my thoughts have been both profound and strangely random.

Would Jason have CAVS fever – now that Cleveland won the Eastern Conference? After all, the CAVs are playing in the NBA finals for the first time in franchise history.

What songs would Greg want sung at his funeral, should that horrible day ever arrive? We better be prepared.

If the news cameras catch me in the crowd, will the tear-stains down my face be obvious?

The kids need to attend the candlelight vigil so they can have some comprehension of why we keep talking about daddy’s friend who died.

While I have stopped planning Greg’s funeral on a daily basis, the reality continues to set in.

The news has already stopped running stories about a Fallen Hero. Eventually, the flowers will fade and the beautiful spring blossoms, marred by this tragedy, will eventually turn to cold, gray snowflakes.
Eventually, even the flag outside City Hall will be returned to its full height.

Will we forget? How can we possibly forget? Or perhaps more importantly, how will we continue to remember?

Just as the flag, representative of so much, persevered against the wind, we will remember.

We are forever changed.
Jason’s sacrifice will not be in vain.

“O say does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave,
‘Ore the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

Monday, May 12, 2008

Breakfast In Bed


Despite the fact that Greg left for work at 1:30am, I still managed to get breakfast in bed on Mother's Day. I was truly surprised when the light came on. I groggily opened my eyes and tried to focus as Addysen and Cannon walked in carrying waffles, toast and hot chocolate. Brynnley and Kenzie weren't far behind with a basket full of napkins, cards, spray butter, syrup, a fork and a plastic bug and marble (Brynnley's contribution). It was very sweet and when I think back on this day, I am going to try really hard to only remember breakfast....and not the dozens of fights that ensued throughout the rest of the day!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Mother's Day Gifts

 


Cannon has been SO excited about the Mother's Day gift he was making at school. All week we heard about memory boxes and that he needed a jar and "broken pieces of jewelry." Being the stellar mother that I am, I was not at all interested in making a separate trip to the store for a jar. So, we took the last few pretzels out of the big plastic Costco container and off he went to school.

He came home with his present yesterday -- nearly bursting with excitement. He spent a long time (and has since pointed out again and again) telling me about each piece he put on the jar and what it meant, etc. He's very proud of his efforts and of course, I love it.

I think my favorite though, is the note he put inside. It reads, "Dear Mom, Thank you for all the things you do for me. I love you so much, Mom. When Mother's Day comes up, I will ask Dad to make you breakfast in bed."

Gotta love 'em.

DMV/BMV - What A Joke

Apparently, I am superstitious. I've wanted to rant about the Ohio BMV (make no mistake, it is the Bureau of Motor Vehicles, NOT the Department of Motor Vehicles) for days...but since I was driving illegally, I decided I better hold off.

Clearly, I must think that the highway patrol and fine law enforcement officers of this fair state are going to surf through cyberspace, come across my ramblings, and then search out my unregistered automobile. Yeah. Like that is likely. The only law enforcement officer who MAY come across my diatribe is the one who lives in my house. And, since A) he's too busy working and B) he doesn't actually read this blog and C) he's partially to blame for my lawlessness, the likelihood of that happening is really quite non-existent.

Nevertheless, now that I am legal again (and happily cruising 5-10 miles over the speed-limit), I will voice my frustration.

Our car registrations expired on Greg's birthday - April 29th. Granted, they send the renewal forms in advance. And, if I could have found them in the piles of paperwork on my kitchen counter, this headache might have been avoided. But, the date came and went...and we didn't renew our registrations 

Of course, Greg doesn't seem to feel the same sense of urgency about these matters. Although I could be wrong, I think it has something to do with that silver badge he carries in his wallet. (in reality, he's been working nonstop - perhaps averaging 4-5 hours of sleep at night - so I will cut him some slack). 

Anyway, the day after his birthday, Greg tried to register the cars. But, they informed him that both vehicles were due for an e-check. That was on Wednesday. Greg worked all day Thursday and Friday -- so Saturday, during our 1 hour break between soccer games, in the pouring rain, we ventured to the e-check station. 

If you've never done this...you should try it. This is a fun experience. You have to unload all passengers from the car, open the gas cap and wait while your car is subjected to a battery of tests. Our poor car has never been the same since our accident last year (due mostly to the fact that we needed the insurance money for groceries - -rather than a new bumper). It failed the test. Something to do with no pressurization on the gas cap.

Thankfully, Napa Auto parts was around the corner, we bought a new gas cap and returned to the e-check station. Greg took Cannon and proceeded to the BMV - -for fear of being late to the soccer game.

Upon arriving at the BMV, the girls and I were happy to discover we could stand in the express line. Quickly, I handed her the e-check paper and my debit card. Unfortunately, I was told that I could not register the car because I did not have power of attorney papers for Greg...nor do they accept debit cards - CASH OR CHECK ONLY.

I calmly explained that I simply wanted to pay for the registration -- that I normally send in a check, or pay online. I also informed her that Greg had been there 15 minutes previously, registering the other car. The woman was not impressed with my plea. She simply looked at me and said, "Robert (Greg's first name) must return himself, or you must bring power of attorney papers back. NEXT." *#$%*%#!@@...

So, because it was Greg's long week - -I drove around paranoid all week long. (His long week entails working from 6am-6pm and you can bet the BMV doesn't keep those kind of hours!) I prefer to be on the right side of the law. I would make a terrible criminal as I feel entirely too guilty!

Finally, on Thursday, I attempted to take matters into my own hands and tried to register online. I got Greg's license information and proceeded -- without any complications whatsoever. I stopped just short of clicking the "PAY" button because Greg had said he would try to stop by there on his way to working on our rental properties. It's a good thing I stopped, because he had been able to get to the BMV. 

Go figure. Online, they didn't need the e-check. They would have taken my credit card information. In fact, they would have even let me pay TWICE...since Greg had already paid. But...in person, they would only allow Greg to do it, with the e-check verification, and with cash.

How do these people justify their existence? And with gas nearing $4 a gallon - -do I really need to spend all of my time driving back and forth to the BMV?

C'mon.

Hmmm?


Perhaps we need to revisit how to use silverware.

Friday, May 2, 2008

This Is How We Party






We went to Kerr's last night for cake and pizza -- celebrating Greg's birthday.
You can see that the cake and ice cream was a great (MESSY) hit...especially with Kenzie and Nolan.
What started as a "let's-wash-your-face-and-hands-in-the-hose,-yes-you-can-have-a-drink," quickly turned into "Water Limbo" and the first water fight of the season.
Given that it was only 70+ degrees and dark, the water was a bit chilly. (Or so I gathered from the screaming children. I didn't actually get close enough to test it out.) But, that didn't stop the kids (and grandpa) from having a blast.
Kenzie's opinion of water limbo quickly turned negative when, rather than going UNDER the hose, she stood up INTO the stream of water.