﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Klred's Xanga</title><link>http://klred.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from Klred</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://klred.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Of all the nerve...</title><link>http://klred.xanga.com/714319688/of-all-the-nerve/</link><guid>http://klred.xanga.com/714319688/of-all-the-nerve/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:30:11 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;So, part of the officer's job is to do an occasional walk through of the bars- let the drunks know we're out there and they should reconsider driving home, or just make sure that the bars are operating legally and safely. Most bars are grateful because on a Friday or Saturday night, it can get a little rowdy. This weekend 2 of the officers went to walk through one of the local bars and the bouncer asked them for ID. The chuckled, thinking he was joking and he got up and physically blocked them from going in. Then the owner, who had been drinking as well, came over and told the officers they couldn't come in unless they had picture ID. So, considering they didn't want to start a riot, the officers left. The rest of the night, the dispatchers were just waiting for the 9-1-1 call for help from the bar - big bar fight - whatever, so that the bar could be told we would have to wait until someone came on duty with proper ID. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I can't wait until Tuesday when the city attorney hears. Won't be so cute when they get their liquor license yanked, no will it.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://klred.xanga.com/714319688/of-all-the-nerve/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>The Crazy's Are Out!</title><link>http://klred.xanga.com/713638272/the-crazys-are-out/</link><guid>http://klred.xanga.com/713638272/the-crazys-are-out/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 04:09:51 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Learned a new term tonight. Personality Disorder. Basically, this means anyone that acts differently than society has come to expect. I learned this because a mother frantically called for a check on her grown daughter who has a "borderline personality disorder" and they haven't spoken in 6 days. Yep, 6 entire days without speaking to her very adult daughter. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I wonder if there is such a thing as a codependant disorder.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Oh, and mom didn't know if daughter was in our town or not. She was just grasping at straws.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://klred.xanga.com/713638272/the-crazys-are-out/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Make a difference day</title><link>http://klred.xanga.com/711409331/make-a-difference-day/</link><guid>http://klred.xanga.com/711409331/make-a-difference-day/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 14:57:39 GMT</pubDate><description>Just wanted to promote another of my blogs on here. (Gee, I'm so good at updating one, why shouldn't I have more? LOL) Go visit &lt;a target="_new" href="http://klred.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://klred.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; and check out the link to USA Weekends promotion of Make a Difference Day. I'm going to see how many people I can get to participate and tell me about it. So many people I know make such a difference in the lives of those around them and they do this already. Get some credit for it!!&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://klred.xanga.com/711409331/make-a-difference-day/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Um.. hi, remember me?</title><link>http://klred.xanga.com/711402320/um-hi-remember-me/</link><guid>http://klred.xanga.com/711402320/um-hi-remember-me/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 13:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I'm so totally amazing at updating this website - don't you think? It's easier to find the time to do these things when you are on the night shift. Since I have spent the last year AVOIDING the night shift, I have forgotten to update.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ok, so, funniest thing this week: Took a 9-1-1 call about a driving complaint. Call went something like this - &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Caller: There's a four-wheeler with&amp;nbsp;*out of state* plates&amp;nbsp;that just pulled on to the interstate in front of me and is going about 40 miles an hour and all over the road.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Me: Ok, what direction are you going?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Caller: South bound&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Me: Ok, sir, I will send someone out to look for that four wheeler&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Caller: Don't you want a description so you know what to look for?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Me: Um, you said it was a four-wheeler with *out of state* plates, right?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Caller: Yeah, a blue Hyundai Santa Fe. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Me: A car?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Caller: Yeah, with four wheels.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ok..&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://klred.xanga.com/711402320/um-hi-remember-me/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Almost lost my beer</title><link>http://klred.xanga.com/672458539/almost-lost-my-beer/</link><guid>http://klred.xanga.com/672458539/almost-lost-my-beer/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 04:46:04 GMT</pubDate><description>I was standing outside &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;polluting&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt; my lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; checking the weather and one of the officers came pulling into the back parking lot, trunk lid swinging wildly. So, laughing, I go to check and see why on earth he is driving around with his trunk open. Turns out, he had been with a group of minors and confiscated their beer, put it into the trunk and didn't get it securely latched. So he comes out of the car, grabs the beer out of the trunk and yells, "I almost lost my beer!" I laughed! One of the only jobs I know where you have to be worried about your beer falling out of your trunk! (Ok, ok, besides beer delivery guy).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, one of the narcotics detectives was upset the other day because he was logging evidence in and spilled. What did he spill? Not drugs. He was upset because he spilled "bong water" all over and now stunk badly. Occupational hazard day apparently. I think he even said, "Dude, I spilled my bong water all over everything!" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you suppose those officers ever imagined that someday they would be hard at work, getting paid and say things like "I almost lost my beer" or "I spilled my bong water"? What a great job to have!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Of course, weird things come out of my mouth all the time dispatching. Things like, I killed 2 today, you get number 3. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, let me explain that. Gruesome as it sounds, deaths always seem to happen in 3's. In fact, I worked one 5 day week that I killed off 9 poor souls (not personally, they just happened to die while I was on the other end of the phone.) Whether it be natural causes, accidents, whatever.. they always happen in 3's. Just like the 3 days leading up to the full moon are probably the 3 busiest days of the month. An increase in ambulance calls for seizures, DUI's, drunks fighting, bar fights, and the calls just seem to get crazier. I should keep track of my blogs and see which crazy calls were around the full moon. I bet there would be a pattern.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So back to calls for today, we occasionally deal with people we refer to as slow learners. They are different from the general stupid questions we get on a daily basis. These people, for whatever reason, do not understand the concept of if you break the law you go to jail. Ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend have an argument, one calls the police and the other is given a no trespass order. Basically, girl can't go over to boy's house anymore, by order of the police, and if she does, she will be arrested for something like failure to obey a lawful command. (Hey, I work nights, I have lots of time to ask questions of my officers). So, the next night girl goes to boy's house. Boy calls the police and girl goes to jail, where in order to bond out of jail, she receives a no contact order from the judge. Now, not only can she not go to boy's house, but she cannot call boy, cannot talk to boy in public, cannot send him letters, have friends call, etc, until she goes to court. Seems simple enough - if you see or hear boy, RUN!!! Two days later, girl goes back to boy's house. By now, you should be able to guess what happens. Girl comes back to jail and her bond is revoked - she sits in jail until she goes to court. See what I mean by slow learner!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's all for now, but it is Saturday night, and I have 5 hours left to go. You may be getting more later.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://klred.xanga.com/672458539/almost-lost-my-beer/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>The dangers of cell phones</title><link>http://klred.xanga.com/671696043/the-dangers-of-cell-phones/</link><guid>http://klred.xanga.com/671696043/the-dangers-of-cell-phones/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 06:22:59 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Had a fatality tonight - 17 year old died. They think the driver was using the cell phone, crashed and died. Pretty sad.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I did have an interview for State 911 Coordinator. Here, I will insert a picture &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/klred/9c5dd207822043/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG title=shoes style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://x9c.xanga.com/5ddc771573431207822043/z161771192.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Yes, those are two different shoes. Not surprisingly, I wore this lovely ensemble to my very important interview. &lt;BR&gt;I had to drive 3 1/2 hours to get to the town where my interview was held. I stopped for gas about an hour before I got there, and only then did I realize my "Wardrobe Malfunction". So what did I do? Pretended I didn't notice, of course! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The interview itself went very well. I left feeling very good about it. I felt like I presented myself the way I wanted and also got to express my ideas for 911 in the state. In fact, I am almost afraid that I presented myself too well and they will offer me the job. Yeah, I know, that is normally the point of interviewing, but the job is 3 1/2 hours from my daughter, so I'm not sure I would take it if they offered it to me. That is putting the cart ahead of the horse, because they haven't offered it to me yet. We will see.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;**&lt;FONT color=#df2080&gt;Side note: I didn't get the job, but found out about 2 months after the interview that out of 25 applicants, only 7 were interviewed. I was so proud!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;**&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://klred.xanga.com/671696043/the-dangers-of-cell-phones/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Liar Liar, pants on fire...</title><link>http://klred.xanga.com/670767947/liar-liar-pants-on-fire/</link><guid>http://klred.xanga.com/670767947/liar-liar-pants-on-fire/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 07:31:01 GMT</pubDate><description>Tonight seems to be the night for lying. One boy lied to the officer, said he was his brother. Turned out his brother had a warrant, so boy got to go to jail! The other had been drinking and driving and was arrested. We called the friend who owned the car to come pick it up and she said it would take about a 1/2 hour. She was 6 blocks away. She asks, "Well is traffic pretty light?"&amp;nbsp; Um...honey, it is a small town - there is no traffic at 3:30 am. That was cute.&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://klred.xanga.com/670767947/liar-liar-pants-on-fire/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>I see a bad moon rising...</title><link>http://klred.xanga.com/670622270/i-see-a-bad-moon-rising/</link><guid>http://klred.xanga.com/670622270/i-see-a-bad-moon-rising/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 04:12:00 GMT</pubDate><description>Wow. I just had the strangest call ever. Two guys come into the lobby and one picks up the phone. "I'd like a police officer right now" he says. Well, you're in the right place. So I ask what for. "A traffic complaint." he replies. "Ok sir, you'd like to file a complaint?" "No," he says, "This guy right here wants to file one against me and I'd like to explain my side of the story." Um... you are going to help this guy file a complaint against you? Ok. After I get an officer coming, they start yelling at each other in the lobby. Wow. I think I already said that, but wow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Must be the night for lobby calls, because a little bit ago a guy came in upset because his new puppy is gone off it's leash. He wanted the leash part that attaches to the collar fingerprinted because he is sure someone let it off.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It is a full moon!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://klred.xanga.com/670622270/i-see-a-bad-moon-rising/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Prowlers with flashlights</title><link>http://klred.xanga.com/669965421/prowlers-with-flashlights/</link><guid>http://klred.xanga.com/669965421/prowlers-with-flashlights/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 05:29:31 GMT</pubDate><description>Here's a funny&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the officers was flagged down by an employee of the movie theater who had found a wallet on the floor while cleaning. The officer called in to get an address and phone number in order to return the wallet. About 1/2 hour later I get a panicked call from a guy who says there are people walking around his house with flashlights trying to break in. I get his address and his name - wait... this sound familiar. Yep, the police officer stepped out to return the wallet, pulled out his flashlight so he wouldn't trip in the dark, and scared the crap out of this poor guy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I always love being able to make officers laugh on the radio.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://klred.xanga.com/669965421/prowlers-with-flashlights/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>The wheels on the bus...</title><link>http://klred.xanga.com/669834151/the-wheels-on-the-bus/</link><guid>http://klred.xanga.com/669834151/the-wheels-on-the-bus/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 06:09:24 GMT</pubDate><description>Oh boy, do I wish I had a camera. One of the patrol officers just came in wearing his bicycle helmet (yep, we occasionally have bike patrol). Where is a camera when you need it! He looks like a dufus and it is funny.&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://klred.xanga.com/669834151/the-wheels-on-the-bus/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>