Bob Owen

Monday, September 29, 2003


Today there was a shooting at the Hennepin County Government Center. A lawyer and his client were shot by the other party involved in his clients case. A couple of things bugged me about the media and the reporting on this case. Channel 5, KSTP, an ABC affiliate spent over an hour when they normally wouldn't be on the air playing and replaying interviews and press conferences that didn't tell us anything new. The 2nd thing that really bugged me, (probably because I'm female and have a law enforcement degree) was when Hennepin County Sheriff Pat McGowan gave the run down on the events. McGowan said "at 10:17 a female deputy sheriff radioed a call for help. If this deputy had been male, would Sheriff McGowan have said a male deputy sheriff called for help? I don't think so. I also don't think it's signifigant that the deputy was female, and it surprises me that it was written in such a way as to give the deputies gender considering that the person who most likely wrote the press release is female.


Homework. My 9 year old has lots of it, which means I have lots of it. He needs supervision to make sure he has it done. Saturday he had to write a book report, unfortunately he still had 150 pages to read, and he left the book at school. This is where it becomes work for me, I had to go to the library to get another copy of the book so he could read, and then write his book report over the weekend. I don't remember having this much homework when I was a senior in high school much less in 4th grade. Is it the school, or just that times have changed.

I'm off to pound the pavement so to speak. I'm trying to get a 2nd job to supplement our income being that soon the bleepin' snow will start falling and the golf course where I currently work will close. I've never really had to go from place to place trying to find work. I find it all very interesting, and being I am trying to get a bartending job, it makes me hungry going from restaurant to restaurant all day.

I have great memories from a couple of years ago, when every Sunday was spent at my parents home with food, beverage and Vikings football. Last year, I had no interest in watching them, but this year I think it may be time to re-kindle the Sunday afternoons at my folks. The Vikings were so much fun to watch yesterday, and to make this week even better, the Twins play the Yankees tomorrow in the first game of the play offs.


Wednesday, September 24, 2003


From the mouth of my 7 year old son, as the local 5 o'clock news was airing this evening:
"There is too much killing on the news." Today, a school shooting in Cold Spring, Minnesota, and a 5 year old child shot by 3 intruders in his Duluth home. I know there will be people blaming the new conceal and carry legislation, but any crime with a handgun can occur with or without the conceal and carry law. The freshman student suspect in the Cold Spring shooting couldn't have had a conceal and carry permit, because you must be 21 to obtain one, and the shooters in the incident in Duluth are probably nothing but thugs that didn't obtain their guns legally to begin with.

Rumor has it that the freshman from Cold Spring was bullied. I feel his pain. I too was bullied and it still haunts me from time to time. I never ever contemplated perpetrating acts of violence due to bullying, unfortunately, I blamed myself. Violence isn't right, and bullying isn't either. I pray that my children will never feel the pain of being picked on by their classmates, and I preach constantly about not picking on other kids.

In this house we've taken steps to make sure that our kids receiving parenting at home, and an education at school. The teachers are not there to be a parent to the students, however, I think that often times they feel compelled to do both. We eat dinner together, and we turn off the T.V. at night until chores and school work are done. It's not always fun. I find myself wanting to sit and watch T.V. as my favorite shows come on, but thats what a VCR is for. We have but one chance with our kids. I turned out okay, my husband turned out great. Why? We had great parents.

What are you going to do with your one chance? Something to think about.


Tuesday, September 23, 2003


Today is September 23rd. It says so right above this posting. I went to the Mall of America. I HATE public restrooms, especially those at the Mall of America, so I went to Macy's to use their restroom. As I was leaving Macy's, I thought it might be December, certainly it wasn't September with all of the Christmas decorations and trees. Give me a break, we haven't even reached the first day of fall yet.


Monday, September 22, 2003


I just got up from a nap, and I must say, I have The Best Dog in the world. She snuggled and kept me warm. She is not mans best friend, she is this womans best friend. There are other reasons though:

When I come home, whether I was gone for 5 minutes or 5 days, she is so happy to see me one would think she had won the doggie lottery.

She's small, she sits on my lap and fits perfectly.

She is soft, and warm and very docile.

When she poops and you have to pick it up, it's like small tootsie rolls, not like large italian sausages.

For those who really like having a baby in the house, Sophie is like a 13 lb baby that will never get bigger.

I cut her hair myself. She lays on her back while I take a scissors and cut, she actually seems to enjoy it. She doesn't fight with you when you trim her nails either.

If I could clone this dog, I think I would. She's perfect.


Last night, I watched the Prime Time Emmy's. Henry Winkler came out to say a few words about recently deceased John Ritter. I couldn't believe my eyes. The Fonz was old. Really old. He had 2 chins and lots of gray hair. If the Fonz is old, I must be old.


Wednesday, September 17, 2003


Is age 34 too old to play softball?

I'm starting to wonder if it is.

I've been playing since I was 8 years old. I've played fast pitch, slow pitch and something they call modified. I've broken a finger, been bruised and hurt my ankle a couple of times. I always recovered, and was always ready to go right back out for another game. I have always said I won't quit until I'm too old to run the bases. I might have to change my mind on that.

Saturday I played in a tournament. The first game I had a triple, and 2 rbi's that won the game. The second game we really had our work cut out for us. I pitched. I pitch what one might call "meatball" pitches. They are easy to hit, no spin, nothing fancy. We got our butts kicked, but not before the final batter of the game hits a line drive right back to me and knocks one of my top front teeth out of my mouth. One of my teammates eventually found it in the dirt at the pitchers mound. A player from another team happened to be a dental hygenist and shoved the whole tooth, root and all back into my mouth. ***Thank You*** this lady probably saved my tooth. Unfortunately though, I am having at least one and possibly as many as four root canals on my front top teeth. My bite is screwed up, my front teeth are all in the wrong places which could possibly mean braces if they don't go back where they belong. My diet consists of mashed potatoes, yogurt , ice cream, diet coke and tylenol three.

You don't know how much you miss a cheeseburger until you can't have one.


Friday, September 12, 2003


As bad things happen, I hear people say "Everything happens for a reason." I used to actually buy that, and I have even uttered it myself. I no longer believe it. Things don't happen for a reason. They just happen. Thats it. I cannot believe that God would cause us this much pain and grief, even if there was a reason behind it. What I can believe is that when bad things happen, they happen in multiples. Some people say things happen in threes. I wish I was that lucky. My expenses are mounting, and my income is not. My husbands car, bam, $400.00. Hockey for my son $350.00 and that doesn't include equipment. Tuxedos for my sisters wedding for the three men in this house $300.00. Spanish for the kids $250.00. Pledging the kids for the marathon at their school $200.00.

The above makes the rejection for the most recent attempt at a full time job even more painful.


I can't shake the blues. All week I've been second guessing myself. I can't get over the fact that my dreams are gone. The fight in me, is also gone. At night, I lay in bed and wonder how I could have screwed up so badly that I can't get hired as a police officer.

Two rejections. I need a break. I need someone to see something good in me. I'll be a great police officer, but right now I can't fathom even applying again. I have no idea where to go from here, and I can't shake the sadness deep down inside me, knowing that I may never achieve my dreams.


Wednesday, September 10, 2003


Last night I played softball. It was a gorgeous evening, we played under the lights, no mosquitos, and a huge victory, 24-8. I've been playing softball for 25 years, I started when I was 8. Every year, I enjoy it just a little bit more. Last night was no exception, I was 3 for 3 at the plate, with 2 singles and a double. I even pitched 2 innings and struck out my last batter. I found hitting a softball to be very theraputic. I think I need to find a winter sport.


Tuesday, September 09, 2003


A sign I'm getting older.

Today my 9 year old son encountered the word "phonograph" in a science book. He had to ask me what it was.


Last night my older son had a soccer game. 1st quarter he was the goal tender. He did an outstanding job. Nothing got past him. I wish I could see more of his games. I love seeing both of my boys grow up. The younger son is teaching himself to rollerblade. He is also doing a great job, however, our street probably has a few blemishes from him falling down.


Today as I was driving my kids to school I saw a bumper sticker on a white convertible sports car. It read "The best thing in life aren't things." Isn't that ironic.


Sometimes dreams don't come true.

Here is my dream.

At the age of 14 I decided I wanted to become a police officer. After many bumps in the road and a successful career as a police dispatcher, I went back to school. I earned my law enforcement degree and graduated with honors. I'm 34 now, and a 20 year dream is gone. I've tried unsuccessfully to get a job as a police officer. I'll get really close to getting hired and then **bam**. It's like getting hit by a truck, something happens and the job is gone. I've owned my mistakes. I work hard, but it isn't enough. I'm devastated.

What do I do? I don't know where to look to find a different career. I want to provide financial security for my family, and switching jobs won't help if I ever want to pursue law enforcement again.

Do I give up the dream? Or do I fight?

I don't have an answer.


Monday, September 01, 2003


It's labor day. Bob is working, but I'd hardly call it labor. He works patrolling the lakes, for a local county Sheriff's Office. Let me tell you of his woes:

He cruises around the lakes all day in a really nice boat.

He occassionally writes tickets.

He works on his tan.

He inspects boats for safety. He is extremely thorough if said boat has female, bikini clad occupants.

Today he earns time and a half because it is a holiday.

My woes:

I have two children who are about to get a reality check, school starts tomorrow.

I've done every stitch of laundry in this house today.

I cleaned my closet. (Embarrassing, but I filled 4, 30 gallon trash bags with clothing to go to charity)

There is light at the end of the tunnel. Tomorrow, at 9:15 promptly, school starts for them. I will be home alone with a clean house, and a new Krispy Kreme opening 8.87 miles away.


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