Trivial Bob's Better Half
Officer down

Just over 2 hours ago in a community not too far from where I work a police officer was shot in the head and killed.  The suspect is still at large.  I sit here and think of the irony because this morning I was going to post about a story I read yesterday and the comments attached to that story and how angry I was.  Today I am just sad. 

Yesterday I read a story about a recent Wisconsin State Supreme Court decision about whether or not you need to roll down your window if an officer knocks on your window to talk to you.  Keep in mind this officer did not have his lights on so he had not made a “seizure”.  You do still need to stop if an officer turns on their lights. 

I read the comments that were associated with this story about how cops are crooked, corrupt, and how we wake up each day wanting to go shoot people.  The utter disrespect for law enforcement was evident and as I read I found more and more people who just hate law enforcement.  I fear we have now raised a society where people get participation medals for everything and cannot be held accountable for their behavior.  If someone does hold them accountable we are the enemy. 

I pray for the officer, his family, his department and hope the bad guy is caught soon. 

Spoiled dog alert.  
On Sunday we took Ella along to our family reunion.  We had a ridiculous amount of food.  Fried chicken, pulled pork, chips, salads, fresh corn on the cob, cookies, bars, cakes, etc.  Ella was EVERYONE’S friend.  Ella was mooching chicken from me when I handed her a potato chip.  She spat it out like I tried to feed her jalapeno peppers or something.  There was cake dropped on the ground but she passed that by too.  She was kind of like Templeton the rat from the Charlotte’s Web movie. 

Spoiled dog alert. 

On Sunday we took Ella along to our family reunion.  We had a ridiculous amount of food.  Fried chicken, pulled pork, chips, salads, fresh corn on the cob, cookies, bars, cakes, etc.  Ella was EVERYONE’S friend.  Ella was mooching chicken from me when I handed her a potato chip.  She spat it out like I tried to feed her jalapeno peppers or something.  There was cake dropped on the ground but she passed that by too.  She was kind of like Templeton the rat from the Charlotte’s Web movie. 

Pre-wedding selfie.

Pre-wedding selfie.

Matt arrived home this morning for a short visit. First item on the agenda a trip to the firing range. He is shooting a Heckler and Koch UMP40. At the end he switched to shooting on full auto. Lots of fun.

iamrunner awakemysoul69

Look what I found! 

The wonderful thing about Tough Mudder this year was that Snap and I got to skip Electroshock Therapy as 2nd time mudders.  Instead, this was our final obstacle.  Fire In Your Hole, only by this time there was no fire, just a very fast water slide that launched us into a muddy pit of water.  It was so much fun, I think Littlerunnergurl is just signing up for next year so she can do this obstacle. 

Well I did find one photo of me and Littlerunnergurl.  I find this appropriate as we spent an extra day together, granted it was at the emergency room but it was still quality bonding time.  
I especially enjoyed the part where the nurse came in and asked LRG if she felt safe at home, at which time she looked at me and my horribly bruised arm and quietly asked “what happened to your arm”?  We then explained the race which also brought LRG for rhabdo. 
Trivialbob has often mocked rhabdo as it is linked to Crossfit, and because for many the fear of rhabdo prevents them from even trying Crossfit.  When I sent Trivialbob a text message that LRG had rhabdo, he didn’t believe me. Nonetheless after our 4 hour visit to the emergency room, we made a stop at our local upscale grocery store.  Keep in mind LRG is has a bandage on her arm from the IV, and I only took a shower, no makeup, hair not done and all this bruising on my arm while wearing poorly fitting shorts and a t-shirt.  One lady turned her nose up at us like we were a couple of heroin addicts.  But we didn’t care, we were still aglow from our wonderful weekend of friends, beer, food and Tough Mudder. 

Well I did find one photo of me and Littlerunnergurl.  I find this appropriate as we spent an extra day together, granted it was at the emergency room but it was still quality bonding time. 

I especially enjoyed the part where the nurse came in and asked LRG if she felt safe at home, at which time she looked at me and my horribly bruised arm and quietly asked “what happened to your arm”?  We then explained the race which also brought LRG for rhabdo. 

Trivialbob has often mocked rhabdo as it is linked to Crossfit, and because for many the fear of rhabdo prevents them from even trying Crossfit.  When I sent Trivialbob a text message that LRG had rhabdo, he didn’t believe me. Nonetheless after our 4 hour visit to the emergency room, we made a stop at our local upscale grocery store.  Keep in mind LRG is has a bandage on her arm from the IV, and I only took a shower, no makeup, hair not done and all this bruising on my arm while wearing poorly fitting shorts and a t-shirt.  One lady turned her nose up at us like we were a couple of heroin addicts.  But we didn’t care, we were still aglow from our wonderful weekend of friends, beer, food and Tough Mudder. 

I invited a bunch of strangers to my house.  We ran a race.  It was awesome.  There are some race re-caps out there, and as much as I loved the event, the people on our team are what made this weekend so enjoyable.   
I guess when I say strangers though with Tumblr, I felt like I already knew them well, there was no awkwardness, we shared stories, LRG cooked, and cooked and then cooked some more.  We all ate and ate and ate, and there might have been some alcohol involved. 
The things I enjoyed most were seeing LRG and T-Bobby smiling at every turn.  Iamrunner razzing my surly son Jack.  Abqryan bringing his sweet little boy and wife to the pre-race dinner,  awakemysoul69’s puke and rally come back and finally running the special “Legionnaire” events with Snapthistiger.  I was so relieved when I found out that there was no electric eel and we as 2nd time Tough Mudder participants got to skip Electroshock therapy at the end and go straight to the beer.  We also got a special obstacle at the end called Fire in your hole.  It was a steep, fast, water slide that launched us through the air.  So much fun! 
There are talks of doing it again next year and I really hope we do.  I know I have made some great friends in the meantime, along with memories to last a lifetime. 

I invited a bunch of strangers to my house.  We ran a race.  It was awesome.  There are some race re-caps out there, and as much as I loved the event, the people on our team are what made this weekend so enjoyable.   

I guess when I say strangers though with Tumblr, I felt like I already knew them well, there was no awkwardness, we shared stories, LRG cooked, and cooked and then cooked some more.  We all ate and ate and ate, and there might have been some alcohol involved. 

The things I enjoyed most were seeing LRG and T-Bobby smiling at every turn.  Iamrunner razzing my surly son Jack.  Abqryan bringing his sweet little boy and wife to the pre-race dinner,  awakemysoul69’s puke and rally come back and finally running the special “Legionnaire” events with Snapthistiger.  I was so relieved when I found out that there was no electric eel and we as 2nd time Tough Mudder participants got to skip Electroshock therapy at the end and go straight to the beer.  We also got a special obstacle at the end called Fire in your hole.  It was a steep, fast, water slide that launched us through the air.  So much fun! 

There are talks of doing it again next year and I really hope we do.  I know I have made some great friends in the meantime, along with memories to last a lifetime. 

Tough Mudder was not kind to my arm.

Tough Mudder was not kind to my arm.

It’s take a littlerunnergurl to work day.   Search warrant in one of our lovely trailer park.

It’s take a littlerunnergurl to work day. Search warrant in one of our lovely trailer park.