Monday, February 28, 2011

My Running Playlist

Just a little motivation to keep up with my ladies:

1. Lip Gloss                                            L'il Mama
2. Flagpole Sitta                                     Magnificent Tracers
3. Crush With Eyeliner                           R.E.M.
4. Connected                                          Stereo MC's
5. When the Levee Breaks                     Led Zepplin
6. Porn Star Dancing                              My Darkest Days
7. Where the Streets Have No Name     U2
8. Love and Peace or Else                      U2
9. Mofo                                                   U2
10. Strict Machine                                  Goldfrapp
11. The Moneymaker                            Rilo Kiley
12. Starstruck                                         Santigold
13. Vicious                                            Spalding Rockwell

What do you listen to when you run?

Denial About The Day

I've been perusing other LEO wife blogs and have seen a few posts about The Day.  The Day we don't like to think about but have to prepare for.  Here's one at A Policeman's Life and another from Matt, Rachel & Cadence.  Those were both tough reads.  Another one, at Life While Handcuffed to a Lawman, broaches the practical topic of what to do after The Day.

I go through cycles.  Today I'm in denial that anything could ever happen to my Lion.  He's a big, badass sonofabitch and his roar...well...I heard him roar clear across a grocery store when I went on a ride-along about a month ago and he said, "You heard that?!  I wasn't even yelling."  It's something to behold.  So today, I'm in denial.  Today the hyenas are not going to get him.

When he first went out on his own (he doesn't have a partner), I spent the first 6 months praying that he wouldn't die.  After I went on that ride-along with him, I feel a little better about his chances.  I mean - he has a vest and backup is never more than a minute away.  We hardly went 5 minutes without seeing another officer that night.  They have each others' backs.  It's comforting to a worry-wart like me.

When he was in the academy, they made the recruits write up their funeral plans.  He wants lots of Guinness and promised to haunt anyone who played 'Danny Boy' at his wake (An Irish cop?  You're shocked, right?)  Other than that, I don't know what he wrote or what he wants done.  I'm not ready to look at that quite yet.  Or think about it.

Because I need one more procrastination method

I'm supposed to be working on research and entering data right now, but I'd rather start a blog.

Hi.  I'm married to a police officer.  He wasn't a police officer when we met and got married and had babies, but he sure is one now.  I wasn't getting a Ph.D. when we met and got married and had babies, but I sure am now.  This makes our life incredibly...something.  hectic? separate? fulfilling? It depends on the day.

The idea of the Lion and the Lioness really resonates with us as a metaphor for our lives right now.  The Lion patrols the savannah keeping an eye out for predators and interlopers while the Lioness stays with the cubs and protects them from predators and interlopers that may have gotten past the Lion.  She gets the food and calls for the Lion to let him know it's ready.  She's pretty independent and only calls out for him in times of extreme distress...because he has a job to do.  He has to keep his territory safe and if he's always running back to the Lioness and the cubs, he can't do that.  It's a double-edge sword, this life, but it's ours.  Fortunately, there is a wide and mighty sisterhood for support.  Lionesses band together, much like wives of police officers.  We're there for each other when our husbands can't be.

As a matter of fact, five of us are getting together to run a marathon relay at the beginning of May.  Here's the kicker: I'm not a runner.  I'll let you know how it goes.