Not 15 minutes into my shift this morning and I get a code 99 call. I've barely finished my daily shift log and already I'm sending 2 units to a cardiac arrest. Maaaaaaaaaan. So the cops are barely on seen, maybe 2 minutes, and the FD says "returning to station, police matter." Guess what that means? The guy's already dead, so then we babysit the poor guy's body until the ME clears it and the funeral home responds to bring him away. Talk about a total clusterfuck to start your day. Now, all that aside, in a weird way it totally reminded me of a part in American Gods by Neil Gaiman where Shadow's working for the Egyptian Gods in the funeral home, and in the early morning in a light snow they show up to collect a dead woman. I've just heard that the man's passed and my Sgt requests I call the ME and I happen to look up at the front door and I see that this light snow is falling and it just kinda hit me how similar it all was. Granted I feel bad for the family and what-not and it's always sad when someone passes away but it was just so close to the book it was kinda eerie. Aaaaaaaaaaanway...other than that it was a fairly uneventful day. And, now that that's out of my system, I think I'm gonna watch the end of the Bruins game. Peace.

Sorry for the delay folks, training at work has been crazy. The first few weeks I had a pretty weird schedule so a lot of my time was spent working when all of you are sleeping and sleeping when all of you are working. Last week, this week, and next week I'm working all days, so that's nice. The midnights and 4 to mids are fine for learning the basics and laying groundwork, but day shift is where you need to be to get in a lot of reps and put the spit and shine on your skills. Right now I've got pretty much all the run-of-the-mill stuff down, mostly all that's left is the weird random shit that almost never comes up. Like on Monday the guy training helped me do something that even he'd never done before in 8 years of being there, hence the plethora of notebooks and binders with seemingly useless shit in them but when you get a weird one they'll save you every time. Long story short, everything is going great so fa and i LOVE my new job! I actually enjoy being at work and I love the camaraderie with the guys and all the different calls and it's just awesome. Now I just need to put in a year or two "on the pine" and hopefully I'll be able to slide into a patrol spot. In other "news" I got sucked into The Biggest Loser because a lot of hte guys watch it Tuesday nights and now I'm totally hooked, last night's episode was pretty good. I just can't stand all the crying on that show, it's a biig weep-fest. Hope all 5 of you that read this are doing well. Adios.

First off, thank you to everyone that sent me Happy Birthdays, I really appreciate it, it made up for my team choking in the Super Bowl and porking my day. You're all awesome! Second, the best belated birthday present I could have ever asked for! Check out Bushka's new set, it's awesome and she TOTALLY deserves to go pink, so help her out! On another note, I think midnights at the PD are slowly driving me insane. And i have at least 4 more weeks of them before I switch to my actual schedule. Blah. Today's my little sister's birthday and I believe a bunch of us are going out tonight to celebrate her and my birthdays, which will be really nice since I never get to go out and get my drink on anymore. I think that's all I have the energy for right now...zzzzzzzzzz

I can't believe I'm 26 today...for the first time I actually feel kinda old. From here on out I'm officially protesting the aging process. It's ruined far too many lives already. I mean look at Keith Richards...another year or two and someone's bound to try and make a bag or boots or something out of him. I'm gonna write my Congressman, this shit's getting out of hand. Who's with me???

Sooooooo I started the new job on Saturday night (the 25th) at midnight. Midnights, by the way, blow dogs for quarters. It's not the fact that they're really slow (they are) or that your shift covers the entire span of oh-dark-thirty (it does). It's that when you're not used to them, they destroy your sleep schedule. I think I've got a decent handle now on when I need to sleep, wht time i need to go to sleep, get up, etc. Those first few though, wow. I don't think I've ever been so tired in all my life. The 4 to midnight shift is waaaaay better which is nice because that will be my shift once I'm done with training. All the cops have been great though, they're all sort of catering their radio speech to the fact that I'm training, which is really helping me out. Aside from the reams of paperwork one has to fill out for a town job, it's great. I'm so happy working there and hopefully it will only get better as I get settled and learn the job more. Nothing else really new or exciting...the Super Bowl is on my birthday again, which is always cool. Unfortunately I have to work that night at midning too so I'll have to cater my sleep routine around that. My little sister's birthday is the next day and we're going out for that which will be nice because I almost never get to go out and get my drink on anymore. I guess that's about it for now. Hopefully you're hear from me again in less than a month's time since I never think to write in here...

HOLY SHITBALLS!!! First Ember's new set goes up, my #2 girl, and that's friggin awesome. After I check it out I'm thinking to myself man, I miss Mary. My all-time favorite Suicide Girl, Mary to me is the consummate SG. Then BAM Mary set! What a great day! I feel like Mark in Empire Records. We usn't be sad, not on new Mary set day!!! Then lo and behold, Sash comes up and then just to top it all off and send me into hot naked girl euphoria, Zoli!!! What a great day! Four of my top 20 SG's in a row! The pinup Gods have truly smiled on me today. lol I will now use my new found powers of awesomeness to demand a new Reagan set. *crossing my fingers* What would be REALLY great though is if Bushka posted a new set. She hasn't gone live yet but I'll be damned if she doesn't deserve it far more than a great deal of the girls that have gone live recently. If you've got the time, definitely check her out. She's super hot and a really great person. Now, as if this seemingly neverending cornucopia of naked goodness wasn't awesome enough, I have news of the new job. The Deputy Chief called me today and asked if I could come in Monday morning to sign off on my employment offer! I start the 26th at midnight. As soon as I hung up with him I gave my manager at work my 2 weeks. I CAN'T WAIT!!! My first shift and I'll be working with and being trained by my Dad! This is like a dream come true. Hopefully it will go easier than when he taught me how to drive. Poor bastard...lol So, in summary, today has been a fucking AWESOME day!

OK, so, the big explanation that none of you actually care about. For some backstory, I've wanted to be a cop since I was about 7. My father was a call Fireman my whole life, all my uncles and older cousins growing up were call Firefighters. I thought Firemen were the end all-be all, coolest guys around for most of my earlier years. Then one summer the Fire Department and Police Department had a joint beach party and holy crap, these guys were cool. After that all the Christmas parties and what-not were Police and Fire and the more time I spent around these guys the more I knew I wanted to be a cop. When I was about 12 my father got hired as a Police Dispatcher so after school I'd walk across the street and hang out with him in the station and got to know all the cops in town who are now all like uncles and brothers to me.

When I was picking my college I found the one nearby with the best Criminal Justice program available (#2 in the country). So I'm in college and I'm just eating up these CJ courses, I can't get enough of this stuff. Now, one of my favorite older cousins started getting tattoos when I was maybe 10 and that's what got me into it and the summer between my freshman and sophomore years I got my first 3 tattoos and was hooked from there. Well, my senior year rolls around and about 2 weeks from graduation I just kind of zoned out in my Homicide class one day. I'm sitting there, and I look around the room at all my fellow CJ majors and I realize something...I hate 90% of them. It dawns on me that all these shitheads were the high school heroes, football team, big man on campus douchebags who you just know at the end of high school are thinking "Hmm, I love picking on people, but how can I keep doing it after high school? I know! I'll be a cop!." So I decided fuck this, if this is the future face of police work, count me out. I couldn't spend 8 hours in a cruiser withany of these assholes and not end up shooting them myself.

So I get out of college and start working where I am now and I'm steadily getting more and more tattoos and I know I'm not gonna be a cop anymore so I make the decision to get ink on my forearms. Bear in mind that to this day these tattoos are my favorites. Well, last winter two of the Lieutenants come to me and ask me if I'd be willing to work as a summer cop and I'm like "wow I can't believe these guys want me, this is awesome." They know I'm all inked up and what-not but they've had a string of really shitty summer cops and they're sick of it and they've knon me for years, they know I'm a good kid and that i went to school for this and they were all kind of baffled when I strayed away from it after all this time but they want to give me a shot. So, the problem is, I can't afford it. It would have been a serious pay-cut and I couldn't just leave my current job for a summer and come back, so I had to say no. So one of them says well if you can't do it would you at least be interested in us sponsoring you to go to the reserve academy in a month so you can work details and what-not. So I say sure, what the hell, why not.

I go to the academy and I love it. LOVE IT. I have to drive an hour away after work 3 days a week, sit in class for 3, 3 1/2 hours, then drive an hour back home and get maybe 6 hours sleep before work. And it was all day Saturday. But, I can't get enough. I can't wait to get out of work every day so I can go to class. I don't care if it's boring shit like DOT regulations or the good stuff like qualifying with your firearm or Defensive Tactics, I love this stuff. I'm eager to give up my Saturdays for this. The friends I made in the academy are now some of the closest friends I've got. I graduate and now all I can think about is being a cop again. In the meantime I've had a couple interviews for dispatch and patrolman but none of them pan out ad I'm starting to get pretty discouraged.

Then a job opens up for dispatch in my hometown a few months ago, the same department that I grew up in basically, and just before Christmas they tell me I've got the job. Now, the only thing is, as a stipulation for being hired, I have to wear long sleeve shirts at all times when I'm on duty. Now don't get me wrong, I love my tattoos, I'm not ashamed of them or have any regrets about them. But, this is what I've wanted to do my whole life. This is my shot to get in the door, and dispatch is the best way to slide into a patrolman's spot. So, I say hell yes, I'll wear a fucking beekeeper suit if you want me to. So, I realize I've probably written this novel for no reason because nobody cares. But seeing as what this site is all about, I could see some of you possibly seeing me as a sellout, agreeing to cover my ink for a job and all that. But this is what I want to do with my life, and if I have to make that sacrifice and cover my ink to do it, then I'll do it every time. So there it is. I doubt any of you care, but I just wanted everyone to know where I'm coming from and how much this means to me.

First, allow me to apologize profusely for having taken so long to post. It's been a bit cray for the last month and a half-ish and I just haven't thought to do it. Unfortunately I'm uber tired and just don't have the will to write a full entry right now so let me hit some highlights. December was a good month for me, as I am a Christmas fanatic and love everything to do with the holiday. The day itself was good, I got a lot of really great things at both of my x-mas's. (Just one perk of having divorced parents) However, the best present I got was being hired for the job I've been after for a year now. I'm not gonna go into details just now but it really made this year the best Christmas ever. I'm not sure when I start yet as there are several details to be ironed out before I can. Details that, I must admit, I feel I need to explain to you all so you know why I made the decisions I did. (Not that I have any misconceptions about there being MAYBE a handful of people that read this, but to the ones that do I want you to know where I'm coming from) SO I hate to give you just a that snippet and leave you hanging but I promise you that within the next couple of days I'll really get into it. Until then, be good.

PS - New Years was good too

Yeaaaaaaaaaah Turkey day!!!

So I got back from hunting in NY yesterday and I can't tell you how good it is to be able to sleep past 4:30am again. We had a good year this year, I took a doe, my dad's friend John a buck, and his son Jimmy got his first deer, also a buck. I remember what it was like when I got my first so it was really cool to be able to see Jimmy get his. As usual it was a great time, it's so nice to have a few days to spend with my dad and John and Jimmy. Get away from it all, get out into the woods, no job, no hassles, just you and the woods and the deer. I look forward to it all year and it's good timing because usually around now I'm so sick of work and people that I just want to go nuts so it's kind of a reset period for me. Plus you get back and Thanksgiving is just a few days away and Christmas is right around the corner, it's definitely the best tme of the year. I had an interview last Thursday right before we left for a dispatch spot so I've got my fingers crossed, just waiting to hear back. Wish me luck