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July 02 Even the sweetest stories raise an eyebrow
Police get 6 lb., 9 oz. break from bad guys
STOCKTON - In a city where the police force is chronically understaffed and the jail is regularly overcrowded, delivering a baby is a rare pleasure for a lawman. "It ranks up there as one of the best things you ever do," said Stockton police Sgt. Jay Wagner, who along with Officer Mitchell Tiner helped deliver a baby boy in downtown Stockton early Saturday morning. "Most of our contacts are negative; this was positive." Already three days overdue, expectant mother Roxanne McKay, 22, thought she was preparing for a long, difficult labor when she began suffering intense pains around 7:30 a.m. After showering and getting dressed, she and her boyfriend jumped in the car and headed for the hospital from their residence on Charter Way. They had made it as far as the police station when the baby started to come. McKay told her boyfriend to pull into the parking lot on Market Street and get help from police. McKay's mother has since questioned the wisdom of that decision. "Police officers are not paramedics," McKay said her mother told her. But she remains adamant she made the right call. "They're close enough," she protested. "Better than having a chef do it!" Wagner was loading his patrol car for the start of his shift when he saw the couple's white GMC Yukon pull into the department's parking lot. McKay's boyfriend, whom she would not identify out of concern for his privacy, jumped from the car and began calling to officers for help. Wagner and Tiner rushed to McKay's aid, and the baby, a 6 pound 9 ounce boy described by his mother as a "wolfman" for his thick head of hair and baby muttonchop sideburns, dropped right into Wagner's grasp. "When I approached the car, the baby was already crowning," he said. "There was no where to go but my hands." Paramedics later took mother and child, her seventh, to St. Joseph's Medical Center, where they remained Sunday. Wagner, who performed with dexterity and aplomb, must have received some sort of special training that prepared him for delivering a baby. Right? "Whoa, no!" Wagner said. As a rule, police don't get much more than basic first aid training, he said. Beyond that it's all experience and instinct, said Wagner, who has two teenage children of his own. Wagner, a 22-year veteran of Stockton's police force, has never delivered a baby in the line of duty. He's savoring the experience. Since the delivery, Wagner says, some of his colleagues have taken to calling him "Doctor." On Sunday, Wagner paid a visit to McKay in the hospital, where they discussed her son's career prospects and a possible name - she's leaning towards Alfonso, and considering Jay as a middle name, despite Wagner's protestations. Wagner said he hopes this won't be the lad's last brush with police. "I'm trying to recruit him," he said. "We're so short right now we might have to kick up our efforts." ************************************************************************************************************************************************** 22 with 7 kids???? For the love of God!!!!
June 25 AMBULANCE, POLICE CAR COLLIDEWe have so much crime that the emergency vehicles are running into each other while trying to get to all of the calls!!!STOCKTON - A Stockton police officer remained in serious condition at San Joaquin General Hospital late Sunday night after an ambulance collided with her patrol car early that morning.The officer, Kimberly Sailius, was the driver of a patrol car struck by an American Medical Response ambulance about 3:30 a.m. in the intersection of El Dorado Street and Weber Avenue, police reported. Police said the patrol car was headed north on El Dorado Street and approaching Weber Avenue and the ambulance was eastbound on Weber Avenue when it struck the patrol car on the driver's side. Both vehicles were responding to emergency calls with lights and sirens when they collided. The accident is under investigation by the Stockton Police Department. It was unclear Sunday which of the two vehicles was passing through a red light, said Sgt. Chuck Flesher. Officer Emiliano Rincon, the passenger in the patrol car with Sailius, suffered minor injuries and was treated and released from San Joaquin General Hospital. Both ambulance occupants also suffered minor injuries and were treated and released from Lodi Memorial Hospital. Sailius has been on the force for approximately 16 months. She and Rincon were responding to a report of a person shot when the two vehicles collided in the intersection. The ambulance was headed to an emergency medical call. Teri Griffin, communications supervisor for AMR's LifeCom dispatch center in Salida, said she did not have enough information to comment on the accident. I know she's in serious condition but, OMG, does this situation invoke a somewhat humorous response. It would have been super funny if no one was injured and they got out and started yelling at each other. Notice in the article that they were responding to two separate calls for service. Who has the right of way?There is no regulation establishing a right-of-way in this kind of situation, Sgt. Chuck Flesher said. But there are rules governing the behavior of emergency vehicles. You go. No, you go. No, you go. No, no...I insist...you go. June 18 The ChariotDid something new this weekend. Well, kinda new. A few years ago, my cousin, an amateur tarot reader (pronounced ter-oh [accent on the oh]), attempted to read my cards. Uuuhhh, no. Bless her heart.
This weekend they were done for real. There is this amazing woman in our presence. Her name...to remain anonymous, per her request. She did a four card layout; foundation, past, present and future. She told me I was not talk about the stuff that went on during the twenty minute read. But I can tell the cards. I have been left with a few questions, but that is typical.
Overall, what an amazing experience. And anyone who thinks its a crock of poo needs to let down that guard just for a split second and see what may transpire. I won't tell you my question, that would be revealing a bit too much about me. But I can tell that my cards spelled the cold hard facts of what you cannot change. It is what it is. I am who I am. But it appears that the feeling of content, destiny and "the right road" are true and intact.
My Foundation: The Lovers
My Past: The Star
My Present: The Chariot
My Future: The Wheel of Fortune
The foundation, I have a few questions remaining. What I do know I will keep for me, for now. The Future is just how it sounds, anything is possible, everything is possible, my future is completely unwritten. The three cards behind it spell the path...and in a very eerie, on-the-mark kind of way.
The past is The Star. The prominent symbol of the card is the waterbearer. The exact symbol of my astrological sign Aquarius. Uncanny? I would be obliged to agree. She is the spreader of knowledge, love, wisdom and all things "life". The waterbearer is the preserver of all things "life". I love it. I was born under the star sign of Aquarius and the symbol of Aquarius is the waterbearer. So the chances were not too great that I would veer too far from the mark. I have been told on more than a few occasions, "Squee, you are a true Aquarian."
The present is the Chariot. The Chariot is a warrior, protector, fighter with tools in his hands of a staff, a stone vehicle with large wheels to move it, wings and armor. My reader described the tools as my inner strength, faith, heart and the law, melded into one to create me into a very powerful protector of others.
And of course my future is unwritten as the Wheel of Fortune stated.
I was granted several compliments that brought tears to my eyes. The best one of all my reader said, at the end of the reading, "I hope I know you for the rest of my life."
I think above all, the stars told me yesterday that the thoughts and feeling that go through my body, heart and mind on almost a daily basis are not what I grew to believe them to be...delusions of grandeur.  June 12 I love my town...Ice cream man 1, would-be robbers 0
By The Record
June 12, 2007 6:00 AM
STOCKTON — An ice cream vendor being robbed at gunpoint Sunday afternoon foiled his teenage attackers with a weapon of his own — a machete. According to the Stockton Police Department, the unidentified man was pushing an ice cream cart at 2:20 p.m. at Ponce De Leon Avenue and Antonio Way when the two teens approached. One lifted his shirt and displayed a black handgun, while the other demanded cash. The vendor responded by pulling out a machete, police said. The suspects ran away, although one, a 15-year-old boy, was later identified and arrested on robbery charges. The other suspect, described as a black male between 14 and 17, 5 feet 7 inches and 135 to 145 pounds, with short hair, an “LSW” red shirt and black shorts, remains at large.
June 11 Nooooooo...not yet.Its already time to start school again, whine, whine. Four weeks passed already. : (
I haven't had much to talk about but I do now... I had the most amazing experience yesterday. A chance encounter that lasted about ten hours. Consequently, the floor is unvacuumed and the laundry is still dirty. But wow.
My neighbor has a friend that recently moved in with her. Her boyfriend of several years passed away a few months ago. They are recovering alcoholics. There were four of us total and we talked about everything under the sun. It was one of those encounters that you couldn't plan nor can you duplicate. That's why I let everything wait until later to be done becasue last night was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
We talked about faith, astrology, spiritual ascention, spiritual weakness and healing. I can't even remember everything we discussed. I am left with this feeling of spiritual freshness. The energy was so strong and the answers were right at our fingertips. We didn't have a lot of books but it seemed that everything we needed we just happened to have.
Shawno is going to do a tarot read for me this weekend. Unplanned randomness. I almost said no to the gathering becasue of all of the chores that are calling my name right now. I'm so glad my instinct screamed louder. Better than any therapy session ever.
Sieze the moment. Magic.
March 20 A "Natural" ??!!Not sure I want to be...
We did something different this last midterm. I'm in midterm week AGAIN!!! Doesn't it seem like to you too that I am ALWAYS in midterm week? Or finals week? C'mon.
Property III is a bit different. Very government oriented. We've been learning how Planning Commissions work. We got a project that was denied and had to write an appeal and then argue before a mock planning commission that was made up of the actual planning commission members volunteering their time. So we were drilled just like it was real.
The headache kicked in at about 6:30. Class starts at 6:50. Ibuprofin takes about 30 minutes. But low and behold, Ibuprofin doesn't work on migraines. So we're up. Its about 7:15. I don't like to sound scripted when I'm presenting so I outlined bullet points and went at it. Then I got a shooting pain that went through my temple and I swear I almost dopped to my knees. I didn't, but I did end up stalling mid-sentence. My partner was amazing. She literally finished the sentence and then the thought and then let me go on again.
I happened to know one of the commissioners, but only by name. So afterwards I went up to introduce myself and apologize for the display of weakness. She said, "I have to tell you, you're a natural in the courtroom. Its yours. And you and your partner were the best yet. You work very well together."
A natural? Ex-squee-ze me?
It doesn't matter anymore if I want to be an attorney or not. The only way I'd be able to drop this now would be to pack up my stuff on a Friday night, change my name and move to Cheboygan (sp?).
I'm not sure I'm ready for this; clerking in well known law firm, having lunch with judges, representing the Law School. The comment would have just been a compliment had Dean not been there to hear it. Compliments are wonderful. But with compliments come pressure. Regardless of the current I'm caught in, that trap door of failure still is ajar.
I know I sound like a big baby. But its my blog and I can whine if I want to.
March 17 I got a job!!!!!!This has been an interesting six weeks. I start my fourth week at my job on Monday. I got a job!! I have to commute a little now but I commute in a direction without traffic, unless of course there is an accident (which has been a few times). I am a law clerk now for a Civil Law firm in Modesto. Its been quite interesting. I don't work full time but OMG do I feel like I do. As a law clerk I basically do "grunt" work for attorneys. I've already written one court document, an opposition to a motion. But mostly its summaries for either trials or depos.
There are five attorneys. All but one pretty much ignores me. Speaking with the attorney that does not ignore me, its pretty much par for the course. But the one attorney who I talk to almost everyday is really a person to watch. She's amazing. She did my job before she became a lawyer and is now an associate with the firm.
I met one of the partners before I started when I went to the Appellate Court in SF to watch her defend her ruling on a case. The others are busy with their own things and every now and again I speak to their secretaries about what they need from me.
Everything is working out. I feel much better about finally being somewhere and I seem to be pretty good at this. The adjustment was hard. Not as hard as I thought it would be though. I made it through the first couple days without crying :). But one the Thursday I lost, but not until I got home. The first day I started, no one was around. I got a fifteen minute orientation and used common sense to fill in the gaps until I got specific instruction. That came on Friday.
The biggest adjustment is the quantity of detail that I now know about. I read depos and medical files of injured people and summarize them for the attorneys uses. Quite the change from complete isolation from the world I worked in for 11 1/2 years.
So much of an adjustment that I thought for about a week that I've picked the wrong career choice. But then I calmed down and talked with a few people. Their response was that my reaction is normal and I'll get used to it. Not numb (liked I'd like to be) but I'll learn to deal with this stuff.
I think the hardest thing is that I can't talk about it. You have to take it in and not let let it out. Attorneys are all about keeping secrets.
But....the most exciting thing from the last six weeks is....I was invited to a lunch as a representative of Humphrey's Law Scool to sit with attorneys and judges of our area at a lunch for Connie Callahan. Connie Callahan is a local attorney who became a judge for our county and is now a judge on the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals.
I have been thrown into the fire. But that's okay. I'm still adjusting and soon this will feel like the norm. I love it!!! It took a while but this all makes sense and everything seems to be the way its supposed to be.
January 30 Here we go again...On an act of faith and rumor, I went down to the County Law Library on my lunch hour. I heard the Director was looking for a part-time assistant. I put together my resume and went in to talk to her. She interviewed me right there!!!!
She was very supportive. She showed me around. We talked for nearly an hour. She said she has an actual scheduled interview next Tuesday (which is how this should work, not like what happened last week--see previous entry). She said she call me either way.
OMG, I would make sooo many connections with attorneys and judges. They're in there all the time. Its only 20 hours a week, I'd totally excel. And its income, not a lot but at least something.
I can't keep doing this to myself. There are just so many great jobs out there. This time!! This time its my turn.
Please think a postive thought. Send her good vibes PLEASE!!!! January 24 Some people's kids...Apparently the keeper was schudeuled for Tuesday's interview. I'm glad I missed the call. I don't know if I could have handled knowing that I didn't get this interview either as early in the day as they called.
I just don't get it. Not that I wish ill will upon them or anything, but they have no idea what they missed out on. They really should have not hired the the interviewee.
Dammit.
This is not easy.
So some fun....
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In case you need a laugh: Remember it takes a college degree to fly a plane but only a high school diploma to fix one.
After every flight, Qantas pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet," which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by Qantas' pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers. By the way, Qantas is the only major airline that has never, ever, had an accident. P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement. S: Almost replaced left inside main tire. P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough. S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft. P: Something loose in cockpit. S: Something tightened in cockpit. P: Dead bugs on windshield. S: Live bugs on back-order P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent. S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground. P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear. S: Evidence removed. P: DME volume unbelievably loud. S: DME volume set to more believable level. P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick. S: That's what friction locks are for. P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode. S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode. P: Suspected crack in windshield. S: Suspect you're right. P: Number 3 engine missing. S: Engine found on right wing after brief search. P: Aircraft acting funny. S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious. P: Target radar hums. S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics. P: Mouse in cockpit. S: Cat installed. P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer. S: Took hammer away from midget. January 22 I need all positive energy!!!Thursday 9am, I have an interview at a law firm for a receptionist position. Its perfect!!! 9am to 1pm five days a week!!!! OMG OMG OMG!!!! So excited!!!
I think I can I think I can I think I can..... January 18 And the hunt goes onI know its only day two, and that he had two other interviews yesterday. But he said that he HAD to make a decision yesterday. I think its another dead-end. This time because he gave me the impression I'm TOO qualified. Never had that one before. So I'm either under qualified or over qualified.
Its like a quagmire here in the midland. January 17 what to do what to doI had a job interview yesterday afternoon. Completely unrelated to anything but OMG I think I want the job. The guy was really concerned about my education level and how that would translate to the type of job but we clicked really well.
I'd be making less than half what I make now and there'd be no legal work or anything but I'd spend all day talking to people and doing interior design for boats. The place is at the Marina. How fun would that be!!! I think I want it. I am hesitant of course but he seems really flexible and if it turns out to not be flexible then I could always leave. We talked about that and how important it is that I pursue what's in my best interest as well as his.
It was a great interview.
I think I'm losing my mind but I would be so relaxed and rested when I left compared to here. I am so tired all the time, not because of the work; I sit at a desk all day long. Its the politics. I hate this place. I love my boss. I hate my co-worker. Its not about the money. It's about my mental stability.
I haven't gotten any other calls yet. If I don't then at least I have this one. There is another job that came up at the courthouse. The thing is that the pay is about the same and I know what the job there is. I'd be miserable.
We'll see....I'm excited. January 06 Go with your gutI'm on the brink of a major life decision.
I'm waiting for a call or a letter with a position I applied for at the courthouse. I got an interlocutory letter asking me for more information, as though I might look like a pretty decent candidate for the position. That gave me hope. But a major part of me just expects this job to be like every other job I've ever applied for. Rejection.
I made a mistake that I'm paying for dearly. I've stayed in a job for 11 years. Not just any job. A draftsman for a Landscape Architect. Contrary to popular belief, its not fun. Its also not practical. In the past 11 years I've lost the skills to even go to work for an Architect. I've lost almost all typing skills. But most detrimentally, I've lost interviewing, resume, and valuable job skills that will allow me to go to another career.
I'm a second year law student, 5th in my class of 28 people. I have managed to scrape together random experiences that I was able to compile a curriculum vitae for the HR analyst at the courthouse on top of the resume I sent the week before.
I think I might quit my job even if I get the rejection letter. I'm one month shy of 32 years old. I'm single and virtually alone in life. I need to kick myself in the ass if I expect to get anywhere in life or be happy. I'm not happy. Not at all. I am thinking very rationally. This is not going to happen without a plan. I have a plan. I have time to prepare. I'm nervous but more excited than anything.
People do these things. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. But I am far too driven and intelligent to not make it work. I'm in a good position. I have a large liquid savings that I could live on for a year. I have access to more more money. I've figured out my budget already. I have no debt but for the house and student loans. The loans can be deferred. I've been paying them now although I'm in school. Deferment won't hurt.
I've started over twice already. When I was 19 I worked a job that paid $5 an hour. I worked in a restaraunt so I could eat. I drove to the next city for classes at a junior college. I had no money and rarely slept, but I did it for two years.
Then one day I got married. He ultimately took everything. All of my money, clothes, cars, everything. But I did get $12K in credit card debt. $12K from a one year marriage. He made out like a bandit. I took a paycheck and got an apartment. Slowly I recovered. But I did it. On my own. Look at me now. I own a house, credit card debt free, in grad school with a savings and investments. In the long run, I am the bandit.
Taking risks is what life is about. I'll never get anywhere if I don't.
So this is what they mean about a crossroads.
December 15 Day 11,636Dear Squee,
Its time we talked.
It appears you've set yourself on a track quickly approaching un-date-able status. While you may find the activities you participate in exciting, in reality, they are truly only interesting to you. Let's call a spade a spade, Squee; you're a dork.
The law school thing is not the problem. In fact, that is really you're only saving grace. Although, law school should not be your only source of conversation with the world. But if it is, then get into the game. Squee, no one cares about vested remainders subject to open, or Statute of Frauds problems. Get more interesting! Talk about the celebrity cases; O.J., Eastwood, the Menendez brothers. C'mon now.
And get a freakin' hobby that is normal. Your spare time is rare already. Don't fill it with knitting and Halo. Do something you can talk about. No one even knows what casting-on and Brute plasma rifles are. And stop insisting on being called Master Chief.
And while I still have your attention, the clothes Squee. The clothes. I know t-shirts are comfortable. No one disputes that. However, they are not always the way to go. But if you must, there are way cuter ones than what is in your closet. Who the heck owns a t-shirt with Scott Baio on it? You do, Squee. You do.
Am I making my point? Do you see where this is going? I am only telling you this for your own good. You are my friend, I care for you bunches.
Let's begin together. You and me. Together we can do and undo.
Love always,
Your Inner Stability
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Re: Day 11,636
Dear Inner Stability,
Thank you for your honesty. Its good to know that you care "bunches" and want the best for me. However, I must say that you have overlooked some of my best qualities in your conclusion of my un-date-ability.
Let me first point out that my interests are not mine alone. They serve the purpose of modifying my true companion qualities. Remember that list you made me make years ago? The one with the qualities of my perfect mate? Right, well, its simply been amended.
As to my legal interests: future interests in estates and contract law are not my only topic. You insult me with your limited legalese. Prescriptive easements affect everyone as does civil procedures of the federal courts. People enjoy listening to me speak of such.
You likewise underestimate my extracurricular activities. You've failed to recognize my unquenchable thirst for wood burning craft and love for Gears of War. Both are useful and practical skills. My Achievement Level is increased daily which simply goes to show my propensity for personal growth. A quality loved by most in search of their perfect mate.
I will not even entertain the notion that my way of dress is under par. Scott Baio is a hotty. Everyone wants Charles in charge of them.
Inner Stablility, you are my best friend and, therefore, I know I can say this to you without fear that you will forever abandon me; keep to yourself, Inner Stability, do what you are designated for, keep me stable, patient, under control. This matter of independently expanding your job duties will do nothing more than put you at risk of my chainsaw bayonet. That is not meant as a threat, just a suggestion.
Love always, till death do we part,
Squee
November 22 Move to strike, your Honor...November 18 A new spin on the old 'role model'I'm not sure why this struck me as a topic of bloggum, but it has.
I am not a fan of Brittany Spears but I do think she is freakin' adorable. And now, after all of this news about her divorce, I enjoy her news presence even more. Not in a bitter way at all. Here's why:
When I was 22 I got married. The guy was a waste of skin. But I was the only one who seemed to not think so...well, except his mother from what I recall. But then his mother and I never had such a discussion as to the opinion of her son.
I divorced him when I was 24. The end resulted because I found out 1) there was a girl named Shawna on the scene. My name is not Shawna. And 2) because he insisted on handling the money situation claiming, "Its the husband's job." But I later discovered that was the only job my husband had. Sure, he left everyday and came home everyday at the same time. But I guess it was Shawna that was wearing him out.
It was actually quite simple to legally separate because we had no assets or children. But someone wised him up on how not to get screwed. See, naive little Squee thought that joint bank accounts was just 'what married couples did'. So Squee put his name on all of her accounts. Unbeknownst to Squee, someone on a bank account, anyone on a bank account, has the right to close the account at anytime. So my husband went down to the bank, closed the accounts, and put all of the money in his name. Squee was broke. Legally he could do it. Squee had no recourse.
There was other crap. But nearly eight years later it is no longer significant. They are simply life lessons that will never lose their importance or presence in future relationships.
Brittany had smarts that Squee did not. Someone advised her well on that pre-nup. While my measly $15K (saved for college) was nothing compared to her $50M, it was comparable in the relative sense.
I think she has significantly re-established herself as a role model. It is undeniable that young girls look up to her. The fact that this happened to her and how she prevented a complete devastation will hopefully wise up several young girls who may make the same mistake. I hope she sees that, or one of these gossip columnists see that, and instruct parents, who can't otherwise get through to their young adults, that gold diggers don't just go after the rich. Scam artists pray on the trusting. There is now an example kids can relate to and learn from their mistakes.
God bless her, and good luck to her. She earned that $50M. Sure, some may think it was easy money, but who the heck cares how she got it. She earned it legally and it belongs to her and only her. November 16 A little common sense here people, c'mon.Toys for Tots changes mind, accepts Jesus dollsProgram initially declined offer of 4,000 foot-tall Bible-quoting toys
What?! Who in the heck would give their child a 4,000 foot tall doll?! Isn't there some sort of safety standard affixed to that?!
I know. November 13 You know you have job burn-out when...I need a break!!! I am legitimately angry that its not Thanksgiving week. Sad really. I'd rather be spending the day with extended family than working.
I'm also designated jury duty this week. I was genuinely disappointed that the recording told me to "call back Monday after 5pm." Dammit.
Its a fifteen minute drive to get to work in the morning. I found myself wishing I'd be rear-ended or something.
The dentist and gynocologist actually sounds like a more appealing way to spend the day than being here AGAIN!!!
I had a very freaky experience this weekend. I went to bed around 4 Saturday morning. Yes, 4am. I got into a heated Halo mission. It took awhile to get through. I was exhausted already, never recovered from finals week. I finished the level and went to bed. I didn't wake up until 8pm Saturday night. I was so freaked out I started crying. I had no idea what day it was, where I was, what time it was. Then I got mad because I lost a day of my weekend. Grrr. So I only got a one-day weekend. I was comatosed the other day.
I'm on the brink of a tantrum. A real tantrum; whining, stomping, whaling, the whole bit. But everyone will just tell me to shut up. So I'm blogging my tantrum. This is my tantrum. I'm tantruming right now. Tantrum tantrum tantrum.
Aaaauuuuurrrgghhhhh!
November 04 Could it be?As sad as it is...
The service was beautiful. They always are. The freeway was tied up for hours because of the massive procession. Thousands of officers were there. So many in fact that the service was held at Raley's Field. I watched from my computer at work. Amazing.
I heard a rumor this morning. I ran into an officer from SJCSD. He said a guy got arrested last night. Some crazy f*^k in this jail on a 422. He has scrapes and bruises down the sides of his arms and leg. They are checking for DNA match to the DNA found on the ground at the crime scene. Sac County Sheriffs were buzzing around with questions for the guy.
I tried to dispell a belief. Officer X believed the shooting was...in a fashion similiar to The Onion Field. Based on reports, I don't believe this is true so I didn't lie to Officer X. But my main goal was to purge the thought from his head. I hope I'm not wrong. I just don't want them walking around with that weight. The weight is heavy enough without adding that scenario into the mix.
It's cloudy and rainy here today. It was foggy this morning. Feels strange outside. The way the fog muffles the sound. I live right on I-5 frontage road. But its hardly noticeable this morning.
My last final was last night. Its hard to tell how things went. My brain is toast, so its the perfect time to go see my dad. Its difficult to sit with that man when my brain is at full speed. We are so different, he and I, in our way of thinking. But we are both the same in the respect that we have opinions of current events. The difference lies in our perspectives. I always try to find the positive, the solution. He sees it from a fatalistic POV. I am not in any mood for discussion.
Its going to be a difficult day. I'm thinking about Matt a lot. I think I'll leave my cell phone at home. October 28 And the world keeps turningInvestigation Continues Into Deputy's SlayingBodies In White Van Identified
POSTED: 5:26 pm PDT October 27, 2006
UPDATED: 8:01 pm PDT October 28, 2006
SACRAMENTO, Calif. -- Sacramento County Sheriff's Investigators said late Saturday that there is probably no link between the killing of a Sacramento County sheriff's deputy and the deaths of two people who were found in a van about 20 miles from where the officer was shot.
Sacramento County Sheriff John McGinness tells KCRA that he believes that the van is not involved in Mitchell’s death and that the search for his killer continues.
Deputy Jeff Mitchell, 38, was shot in the head during a traffic stop early Friday morning near the rural community of Sloughhouse in eastern Sacramento County. He was a nine-year veteran of the sheriff's department who began his career as recreational technician, becoming a sworn officer three years later.
So, apparently, these were two random people that got their van stuck in the middle of the Consumnes River and suffocated when the exhaust backed-up through the tailpipe and into the cab of the van.
Q#1: What the hell are they driving through the Consumnes River for?
Q#2: At what point did they feel allowing the vehicle to run while stuck in the middle of a river was a good idea?
Part of me wishes that this white van with front-end damage and no rear plate was the white van with front-end damage and no rear plate that everyone is looking for. Another part of me is glad its not because that would mean the f^$ker got off easy.
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BUT...LOOK!!!
Sheriff's Office 'outstanding' The Record STOCKTON - The San Joaquin County Sheriff's Office this week was named a California Sexual Assault Investigator's Association Outstanding Agency.
SCORE!!! Too bad we don't have any jail space to keep them in. "Thank you for checking in, Mr. Baby Raper, you may go now."
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