- - Sunday, October 30, 2005


Tampa Bay Devil Rays Pitcher Seth McClung and me--chin up this time.

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The group--just before we said goodbye. Back: Jason; Middle: Mike, Lynn, Gary, Chris, Brian and Dave. Front: "Diamond" Dave Santos (former pro. boxer).

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Dave Williams, another not so cute picture of me and Jason. Jason took this picture---I guess none of the other 15 people with us were sober enough to snap photos. ??

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Mike, Jason (from St. Pete PD) and Brian. In the background is "Tank".

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From left to right: Mike Alstott, Gary, Mike from Mississippi, Chris, Dave Moore and a St. Pete city council woman.

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Yeah, he's sorda cute. Yeah, I have 2 chins in that picture. Actually, as Chris was taking the pictures I was commenting on how gay it was that I was making him pose in a picture with me!

- Wing House Fundraiser -

A while back Chris introduced me to a PR Liason for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, Mr. David Williams. What a nice guy! Dave is in his mid 40's I'm guessing and has an incredible amount of enthusiasm and love for law enforcement. It's rare, I know. Anyway, Dave comes up to our agency occassionally with some current and some retired sports stars, including football players, boxers, wrestlers and baseball players, allowing them the opportunity to ride along with our deputies. Basically, summed up that's how Chris met Dave.

Anyway, when Hurricane Katrina struck somehow Dave got in touch with a police department in Mississippi that was in need. Now, when I say in need I truely mean IN NEED! When Hurricane Katrina made her landfall just east of New Orleans the majority forgot about every city affected but New Orleans. Seriously--that's pretty much all you saw on the news was New Orleans this, New Orleans that...but what about the cities to the east and west of New Orleans? Dave got in touch with the police chief of the Long Beach Police Department in Mississippi and told him he had some connections and would like to help. I can imagine how the conversation went...as if this police chief didn't have enough on his plate let alone some yahoo from Florida calling and offering help. It didn't quite work that way though.

Dave would soon learn much more than most of us can imagine. Of their nearly 50 man (and woman) force, almost ALL of them lost EVERYTHING! They lost the building that once housed their police department and most of their patrol cars, not to mention homes, businesses, personal mementos that just can't be replaced.

Picture this: You know a hurricane is coming but you work for a police agency. It's your job to serve and protect, right? So...does that mean you go to your home, pack up in a U-haul and head north, abandoning your post? Since you live in a coastal community you know that there's a good chance of some destruction, you just don't know how much. You board up, pack up, lock up and leave. You send your wife and children to friends and relatives north of you. Waaaay north of you. You go to work---arriving on duty at 5:00 am and you don't go home until 3:00 the next morning. You hear reports of water coming inland several miles, you power lines snapping in half all over the place and debris flying everywhere. You secure yourself the best you can at the police headquarters when suddenly the roof starts to leak. Then, you hear the shingles blowing off. Eventually, you hear firsthand what the townfolk told stories about every hurricane season. The roaring sound resembling a freight train coming through. Soon the roof literally flies off the building you have secured yourself in. As water and debris pour in you make your way to other parts of the building, such as the evidence locker, in hopes that you can safely make your way to the football stadium across the street for hopefully more shelter. You know it's too late and hunker down saying your prayers, hoping that when the winds settle you'll see the sun come up tomorrow. You are able to return to your home after working nearly 24 hours. You find nothing. Literally. Nothing. What once was your home you shared with family is now a cement foundation. What once was your parent's 7th story condominium is now a pile of 2x4's on the ground. What once was your local Walmart is a building with no roof. There is nothing left inside. You ask yourself, where did it all go? Walmart sells more than just clothes and movies, they sell heavy things like trampolines, tv's, stereo systems. We had no looting, where did it all go? Nothing left inside...it must be somewhere out there...somewhere. Same thing with K-mart and the grocery stores. Same thing all over. Your port is a major supplier for chicken all across the world. There are 55,000 pounds of chicken sitting in warehouses--or what once was a warehouse, rotting in the hot Mississippi sunshine. There is a warehouse full of fresh fruit that was to be shipped out...all gone--rotten. Then the unthinkable...the morgues...full of bodies but no power supply. I'm sure you can imagine the rest...

That is what the guys and gals of the Long Beach Police Department dealt with, aside dealing with their own family issues. And that's really just the tip of the iceberg. Dave Williams worked with the police chief and was able to send the 2 officers who were hardest hit and most affected by the storm. Mike and Brian arrived in Citrus County to meet our agency personnel Thursday. What nice guys! Just two regular guys, both with familes, displaced by such a huge disaster.

Friday, Dave Williams coordinated a fundraiser at the Wing House in St Pete. The Wing House charged $10 per person for a platter of chicken, pasta salad, fries and a soft drink. ALL of the money raised was to go directly to Mike and Brian and their police department. Dave was also able to speak with the Rooms to Go V.P. and secure a very large donation for this police department and their families. When I say large, I mean to the effect of 9 digits. Each officer was going to get a minimum of $10,000 worth of furniture for their homes, when they get homes. Most are currently living in FEMA motorhomes or campers...not trailers, campers.

Besides many local law enforcement agencies being represented, Dave brought in Tampa Bay Buccanneers Fullback Mike Alstott and Dave Moore. The Tampa Bay Storm head coach was present. The starting pitcher for the Tampa Bay Devil Rays, Seth McClung, showed up as well. Remember the American Gladiators show? It used to be on TV on Sunday afternoons when I lived in Michigan. Anyway, one of the Gladiators, The Tank, appeared. A few WWF wrestlers were present as well as Matt O'Dwyer from the Green Bay Packers and several other celebs. They had a silent auction, a live auction and a raffle. In cash that night over $5,000 was raised. The Wing House matched that amount, sending the LBPD guys home with over $10,000 cash to distribute. What a wonderful night!

Mike and Brian both said they were a little embarrassed, in their words all they did was show up to work. But in reality, they did much more by being present and making their reality hit home for all of us. Mike and Brian, I doubt you will ever see this blog (my first clue is probably because I didn't give you the blog link before I left) but just so you know you guys are great and welcome in Citrus County anytime!

PS. They were also put up in a room at the Renaissance Vinoy in St. Pete---1 word--POSH.

- Adore - Monday, October 24, 2005

Austin singing: "Heavenly father, I adore you...(inaudible),
Heavenly father, I adore you...(inaudible)..."

Chris: Austin, what does adore me?

Austin: It means love.

- Family Conversation... -

Me: (talking to Chris) So do you want to go to lunch tomorrow or are you going to be home for dinner?

Chris: (preparing to leave for a SWAT school for a few days) Well that depends, I have to take a test at the college at noon tomorrow, so it'll have to be way before that.

Me: Well, I was thinking if you came home I would fix some gourmet dinner.

Tyler: Mommy, you don't know how to cook.

Chris: (laughing quietly to himself)

Me: Yes I do! I cook things all the time and you like them!

Tyler: No I don't...you just put cologne on it and that makes it taste good.

LOL!! Kids are funny.

- My Full Name (Maiden) - Friday, October 21, 2005

Name Calculator

You entered: (Full Maiden Name)

There are 16 letters in your name.
Those 16 letters total to 77.
There are 5 vowels and 11 consonants in your name.

Your number is: 5
The characteristics of #5 are: Expansiveness, visionary, adventure, the constructive use of freedom.
The expression or destiny for #5: The number 5 Expression endows with the wonderful characteristic of multi-talents and versatility. You can do so many things well. The tone of the number 5 is constructive freedom, and in your drive to attain this freedom, you will likely be the master of adaptability and change. You are good at presenting ideas and knowing how to approach people to get what you want. Naturally, this gives you an edge in any sort of selling game and spells easy success when it comes to working with people in most jobs. Your popularity may lead you toward some form of entertainment or amusement. Whatever you do, you are clever, analytical, and a very quick thinker.
If there is too much of the 5 energy in your makeup, you may express some the negative attitudes of the number. Your restless and impatient attitude may keep you from staying with any project for too long. Sometimes you can be rather erratic and scatter yourself and your energies. You have a hard time keeping regular office hours and maintaining any sort of a routine. You tend to react strongly if you sense that your freedom of speech or action is being impaired or restricted in any way. As clever as you are, you may have a tendency to make the same mistakes over and over again because much of your response is glib reaction rather that thoughtful application. You are in a continuous state of flux brought by constantly changing interests.

Your Soul Urge number is: 1
A Soul Urge number of 1 means: Your Soul Urge is the number 1. With a Soul Urge number of 1, you want to lead and direct, to work independent of supervision, by yourself or with subordinates. You take pride in your abilities and want to be recognized for them. You may seek opportunities to display your strength and usefulness, wanting to create and originate. In your desire to manage the big picture and the main issues, you may often leave the details to others.
The positive 1 Soul Urge is Ambitious and determined, a leader seeking opportunities. There is a great deal of honesty and loyalty in this character. If you possess positive 1 Soul Urge qualities, you are very attainment oriented and driven to success. You are a loyal friend and strictly fair in your business dealings.
The negative side of the 1 Soul Urge must be avoided. A negative 1 is apt to dominate situations and people; the home, the spouse, the family and the business. Emotions aren't strong in this nature. If you possess an excess of 1 energy, you may, at times, be boastful and egotistic. You must avoid being too critical and impatient of trifles. The great need of the 1 Soul Urge is the development of friendliness, and a sincere interest in people.

Your Inner Dream number is: 4
An Inner Dream number of 4 means: You dream of being a very solid citizen that people can depend upon. You strive for organization and predictable order. You want to be recognized as a person with a plan and the discipline to make that plan work like clockwork.

* Just for the record, the sites suggests you use the name listed on your birth certificate. I used my married name and coincidentally, it's not like me at all however, it's exactly like Chris!

- Birthday Calculator -

Birthday Calculator

You entered: 5/29/1976
Your date of conception was on or about 6 September 1975.
You were born on a Saturday under the astrological sign Gemini.
Your Life path number is 3.
The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2442927.5.
The golden number for 1976 is 1.
The epact number for 1976 is -1.
The year 1976 was a leap year.
As of 10/21/2005 1:03:19 PM CDT you are 29 years old.
You are 353 months old.
You are 1,534 weeks old.
You are 10,737 days old.
You are 257,701 hours old.
You are 15,462,063 minutes old.
You are 927,723,799 seconds old.
There are 220 days till your next birthday on which your cake will have 30 candles.
Those 30 candles produce 30 BTUs,or 7,560 calories of heat (that's only 7.5600 food Calories!) .
You can boil 3.43 US ounces of water with that many candles.
In 1976 there were approximately 3.1 million births in the US.
In 1976 the US population was approximately 203,302,031 people, 57.4 persons per square mile.
In 1976 in the US there were approximately 2,152,662 marriages (10.1%) and 1,036,000 divorces (4.9%).
In 1976 in the US there were approximately 1,921,000 deaths (9.5 per 1000).
Your birthstone is Emerald

The Mystical properties of Emerald:
Though not meant to replace traditional medical treatment, Emerald is used for physical and emotional healing. Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources).

Your birth tree is Ash Tree: The Ambition
Uncommonly attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with its fate, can be egoistic, very reliable and trustworthy, faithful and prudent lover, sometimes brains rule over heart, but takes partnership very serious.

There are 65 days till Christmas 2005!
The moon's phase on the day you were born was new.

You appear to be visiting from INVERNESS, FLORIDA.

- Blaine Larsen, "How Do You Get That Lonely" - Tuesday, October 18, 2005

It was just another story written on the second page
Underneath the Tiger's football score
It said he was only eighteen, a boy about my age
They found him face down on the bedroom floor
There'll be services on Friday at the Lawrence Funeral Home
Then out on Mooresville highway, they'll lay him 'neath a stone...

(Chorus)
How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad
To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all
Is better than the life that you had
How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go
How do you get that lonely... and nobody know

Did his girlfriend break up with him, did he buy or steal that gun?
Did he lose a fight with drugs or alcohol?
Did his Mom and Daddy forget to say I love you son?
Did no one see the writing on the wall?
I'm not blamin' anybody, we all do the best we can

I know hindsight's 20/20, but I still don't understand...

(Chorus)
How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad
To make you make the call, that havin' no life at all
Is better than the life that you had
How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go
How do you get that lonely... and nobody know

It was just another story printed on the second page
Underneath the Tiger's football score...

- In response to my previous post... - Monday, October 17, 2005

I got called out last night at 8:30pm. Yep, 30 minutes before the start of Desperate Housewives. The first episode I've ever missed. Whew, glad Melissa taped it for me.

Anyway, it was for the suicide death of a 16 year old. Not by drugs this time but by other means.

Reminds me of a song by a young country artist...but I can't think of it now...

- Drugs - Saturday, October 15, 2005

I've been thinking, the past couple of days, about something different to blog about. I didn't really come up with anything until just now, when I was checking out google images for "meth users" photos. Yuck. I'm so glad meth wasn't around when I was in high school. Well, maybe it was and I just didn't know it. Either way---it never surfaced it's ugly face in my days and I'm thankful. I'll just leave it at that.

Meth, also known as Methamphetamine, is a highly addictive drug. Statistics show that 97% of users are addicted after only the first time using! I could post fact after fact but I'm not going to. Next time you have nothing better to do than search google images, type "meth users or meth before and after" in your search engine. It's amazing what that drug does to people.

Which, brings me to my next topic. In the past week (literally) I've been called out two times for drug overdoses. The first person was just 20 years old. The second kid was only 16. Both boys. In between those calls we had a 17 year old and a 28 year old, during the course of the same week, both dead from overdoses. Without going into details that I can't really divulge to the world, it appears both are prescription drugs. Cheap, easily accessible, quick high. Not that I'm promoting or even advocating for drug use, but what happened to just plain ol' mary jane?

...Guess she got hooked on meth too.

- Thought For The Day... - Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Do not walk behind me,
for I may not lead...

Do not walk ahead of me,
for I may not follow...

Do not walk beside me,
for the path is narrow...

In fact, just f**k off and leave me alone.

- - Monday, October 10, 2005

Last week I sent Scott an email with a picture of a Michigan personalized license plate on it. It was the block style blue M with "oron" following. I thought it was funny.

Scott,

I thought you would like this picture. (Picture attached--if I can find the picture again I'll update but until then you'll just have to use your imagination.)

xo

Kelly

The reply I received this morning:

Kelly,

I tallied the results...

Nobody in Iraq likes you either.

Scott.




- Sad - Wednesday, October 05, 2005

I'm starting out with some background on my next post, well, because I like my readers to be somewhat informed when they read my long, drawn out posts! :-P

In April of 2002 Chris and I met my mom and stepdad in New Orleans, as he was there on business. They stayed in this huge, old, historic hotel just off the French Quarter, right downtown. I can't remember the name of it, but Julia Roberts filmed a movie there, but of course, I can't remember the name of that either. The only thing that comes to mind is a lawyer movie. Anyhow, it was during the Jazz Festival and convienently we just happened to be there when JB was "rumored" to be playing at his Margaritaville New Orleans location.

Chris and I woke up early that morning, I want to say it was a Thursday, but I'm not positive. We knew we had a task in front of us, but never imagined it would be so much fun. We arrived at Margaritaville at 10:00am. At the time they weren't confirming the rumors about Jimmy playing there, but security in the area seemed awful tight. Oh--and there was a line that was starting to wrap around the building, which was unusual, since the restaurant and store were both open and somewhat empty. We stood in line while my mom and Gene went and did their own thing. It was hot. Very hot. I think it got up into the upper 90's that day with high humidity. We were dressed Buffett casual, but not at all prepared. I had a camera, but we didn't bring food, drinks, chairs, etc..., and there was no way in hell we were going to lose our place in line, as our chance to see Jimmy up close and personal was slowing presenting itself.

As the day went on we became hungry, grouchy, thirsty and did I say hot? We met these really great people we stood in line with. The people in front of us were all doing their residency at the University Hospital in New Orleans. Some were ER docs and a couple were ENT's. They were about our age, so that was fun hanging out with them. Through the course of the afternoon we met the people right behind us in line, Susie and Ralph. This couple was in their 40's, at least, and very high energy and in great spirits, considering the surroundings. They were from Mississippi (if my memory serves me correctly) and were also in NOLA visiting. We talked with them for the duration of...oh about ten hours and eventually walked in with them and surprisingly, my mom and Gene, who held out to see Jimmy.

Once we got in, between 8-9pm, hot, sticky and smelling ripe I'm sure, we were about 10 feet back from the stage, right smack dab in front of Jimmy himself. We saw Sus and Ralph, but in the midst of the chaotic crowd it seems like we lost them. Oh, and when I say chaotic I'm using that term lightly. The fans and, well, not so much "fans", were crammed in like sardines. People were stepping on each other, pushing, drunk and disorderly and just being obnoxious. My mom and Gene eventually left after about the first 20 minutes of the "show". Being pretty much die hard fans we stuck through it and ate when we left, which was close to 11pm. (Oh, and just for the record, I got and orange lei before we went in and threw it to Carlton, Jimmy's big black bodyguard, who placed it on the stage. Jimmy picked it up and wore it! It was so great! I have pictures on disk somewhere, but couldn't find them tonight. That is--if they were salvaged from our water disaster last year.) Anyway, we exchanged email addresses with Susie and Ralph and promised to meet up again.

We kept in touch with Susie and Ralph up until hurricane season of last year, when our computer took a bath and we lost most of the information stored on the hard drive. We didn't hear back form them again, but thought of them often. We especially thought of them during the Hurricane Katrina disaster, remembering they lived in the Mississippi/Alabama areas. I actually posted a message about them on Parrotkey, as far as trying to get the info off my hard drive for their email address, but again, didn't get around to doing the "dirty work".

I got an email from Ralph this afternoon. He was checking to see how we were doing and if we still had the same email address since we had lost touch. He told us he had some sad news, which immediately made me wonder about the Hurricanes and if it affected them. Sadly, his wife Susan passed away suddenly and unexpectedly from complications of a stroke this past June. I took this news incredibly hard, but I'm not sure why. Typically, when it comes to death, unless it's a close friend's family or my family I'm not too emotional, but for whatever reason this time I was. As I read Chris the email over the phone I couldn't control the tears. I think it's a guilt feeling, especially knowing the thought was there but there was no initiative taken on my part to try to hook up with them or even check on them after Katrina.

Below, I'm attaching the email for you to see and as a reminder of how fragile life is and not to forget to tell those friends that you don't see often or talk to as often as you like how important they are to you.

I'm not sure if this is still your same email address but if it is I wanted to say hello and pass along some sad news from my home. My wife, Susan, passed away suddenly in June, it was totally unexpected, she had a stroke that got complicated and we lost her. We often talked about our chance meeting with you guys, and we both thought you guys were great, so I just wanted to pass this news on to you. Hope you are well and I wish you all the best with your new family members. Take care, Ralph

- I Love Sundays! - Monday, October 03, 2005

Sunday used to be my least favorite day of the week...it always meant that I had to wake up early the next morning and start another long week of school. The music on the radio was different on Sunday, TV showed Westerns, which I found to be completely boring and it seemed everything was always rushed Sunday nights, in preparation for Monday and the rest of the week.

Not anymore! I love Sundays, but only in the fall. I really like cleaning on Sundays, usually Sunday morning. Sunday is also a Bob Evans day--mmmm, crepes. Actually, I'm almost sick of their crepes, but shhh! Don't tell anyone! I really like fall Sundays because the windows can be open with a light warm breeze blowing in, filling the house with clean, crisp smells. Well, not really in Florida, especially since it's October 3rd and supposed to be 90 degrees today, but that's neither here nor there.

Sunday is also a good day for baking. I love making fall treats on Sunday--I guess so I can take some into work for the following week. I'm not sure why Sunday is a good baking day for me, it just is. I made harvest apple cupcakes yesterday. Yum, they were good too.

OOH, and I must not forget Sunday TV. Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy. Don't ask me to stay up until 11 on any night but Sunday (or maybe Saturday night at the P. Cafe, but no other days!)

I'm already counting down to next Sunday!

IT'S ALL ABOUT ME!

My name is Kelly and I'm a Victim Advocate. Basically I'm a cross between a social worker and a counselor, without all of the pay & college! In 3 months and 20 days as of this udate I'll be 30 and I'm holdin on with a tight grip!

ME ME ME!

I was a little hesitant when blogging was first introduced to me. I have learned to use and well and now I really like it, in a voyeuristic kind of way. I also use it as my own personal therapy. Though you probably won't understand nor agree with what I post quite often, don't take it personal and don't be offended. After all, it's a blog and that's the fun of it, right?

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