work work work

Well glad many had good Easter times, my little sister and her boys had a very good time, I remember when Gage searched for eggs, seems like a million miles away.. Now he text me and tell me he is bored. I asked why, and he says, "Duh, I am at Moms" lol - him and his mother sure do bang heads. Part of it is they are very similar and Gage does not see it, but I do.
Between murders, suicides, overdoses, assaults, thefts, burglaries, drugs and crime.. I wonder how in the world so many people still make it in the world. But we seem to deal with the same 10 percent of the population every week at work. Some people you never hear from and never will, they are not chronic police callers, meaning - some people call the police on every little single issue in the world, instead of just being an adult and talk to people and work out your differences, or raise your child, discipline them, don't answer the phone if you hate someone, ignore little stupid things people do that seem to make you crazy.. I have been in law enforcement now for 13 years and called the police myself maybe 2 times. Once for when my storage building was broke in and another for when an 18 wheeler almost ran over me and others. If you need us "the cops" then by all means call. But some things are just life, things you can work out without us having to babysit you, or raise your kids. And drugs are running crazy everywhere, I do not get it at all. I am so glad I did not go down that road.
Well, work is frustrating at times, but I still love lots of different aspects of it.
Oh by the way - that was my Easter weekend. :)
Now, I am still working, still sleeping days, and would actually love to find one sweet nice pretty girlfriend... I hate being alone, it is really starting to suck.
Well back to work I go, I owe I owe off to work I go, :)
Peace.

Well my little sister started her first blog page, and I plan on trying to keep up with it. A great way to keep in touch with family and friends from miles and miles away.
I named my blog, My Journey, for a couple of different reasons.
First, I was adopted when I was 5 years old, and the first real home I remember was on Journey Street.
Second, I have talked to my Mom many times about my life "My Journey" A lot of ups and downs, and a lot very normal and a lot very abnormal, but she said I should write a book about my life, asked my sister once to help me one day, because she has been an English teacher and well, I have no real writing skills, :)
So, as for me now, I am still on my Journey, I live close to my son, and he is my life, without him I would be lost.
Now have to learn to add pictures and more to this blog :)
Peace and Chicken Grease to those who take the time to read :)