<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:44:01.323-08:00</updated><category term='husky'/><category term='ivan'/><category term='akai'/><category term='hiking'/><category term='stress'/><category term='work'/><category term='rookie'/><category term='police'/><category term='cop'/><title type='text'>With a name like Tiff, It's gotta be good!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-6355881160413160203</id><published>2009-06-06T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:15:06.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Vegas Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SiozbScBymI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lC_afL52u-U/s1600-h/3girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344140451727395426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SiozbScBymI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lC_afL52u-U/s400/3girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enjoyed a much needed vacation with two of my best friends (since about 5th grade) Rachael and Kate. We ventured to Vegas and enjoyed the pool, shopping and sun. But what I was most excited about? The Phantom Of The Opera. It was amazing. I'd seen the Phantom when it toured through the US but this was astounding, I can't even begin to describe how amazing it was. The pyrotechnics, the singing, the small details. It was amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While I enjoyed our time down there, I think we decided Vegas was more of a males venue. We're shooting for a Zions or Moab trip next year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-6355881160413160203?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6355881160413160203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=6355881160413160203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/6355881160413160203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/6355881160413160203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2009/06/girls-vegas-trip.html' title='Girls Vegas Trip'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SiozbScBymI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lC_afL52u-U/s72-c/3girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-8944177929607622232</id><published>2009-04-23T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:31:15.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SfD5RYs3sZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6KkmhgXd6Hs/s1600-h/heyredbricks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328032436263039378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SfD5RYs3sZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6KkmhgXd6Hs/s200/heyredbricks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SfD5CCWOoJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GCU6E6ne7z4/s1600-h/DSC_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328032172564455570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SfD5CCWOoJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GCU6E6ne7z4/s200/DSC_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This past weekend my sister came out to visit. We had a great time and I took her down to Riverfront park. We enjoyed one of the first warm days of spring (yes-we did have a few sprinkles of rain throughout the walk ). We munched on warm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;mini-donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, a staple if you go to the park! JJ enjoyed the trash eating goat, and the grown-ups all &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;played&lt;/span&gt; on the carousel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SfD4txncdCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1G_y2dzoMLk/s1600-h/jasonfeedsgoatwithivan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328031824475878434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SfD4txncdCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1G_y2dzoMLk/s320/jasonfeedsgoatwithivan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SfD4iywTpKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9NnPhr-N1mw/s1600-h/tifandivancloseup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328031635802924194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SfD4iywTpKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9NnPhr-N1mw/s320/tifandivancloseup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-8944177929607622232?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8944177929607622232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=8944177929607622232' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/8944177929607622232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/8944177929607622232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-at-park.html' title='Day at the Park'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SfD5RYs3sZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6KkmhgXd6Hs/s72-c/heyredbricks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-4288672456445282924</id><published>2009-04-18T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:34:06.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruises and Paper Work</title><content type='html'>At my job I've encountered several scuffles, but none that I really count as all out brawls.  Of course,  I knew my time would come eventually.  And it came this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I was very sick.  I had no almost no voice whatsoever and had a terrible cough.  One of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;teammates&lt;/span&gt; offered to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chauffeur&lt;/span&gt; me around and we partnered up for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those few random people who read this blog and don't know me you should know I'm kind of a small girl.  My partner for the night however is not.  He's a good 6'2 -220+ lbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4 in the morning, the ground is wet from a freak snow spring snow fall.  Myself and my partner, call him J for short, get ready to knock on a house door because we see someone with a warrant had just walked in.  Before we can knock that male comes walking out the door towards us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchange a few words (or I attempt to because I have no voice) and our suspect turns to start running.  He makes it about 3 steps before he slips on the wet grass.  J, who was closer to the male to begin with, tackles him in attempts to keep him on the ground.  Now our suspect is probably a good 6'0, 180 lbs. So I am the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chihuahua&lt;/span&gt; in this fight.  Suspect starts resisting and rolling around, throwing elbows at J.   I jump into the pile in attempts to control our suspect.  This suspect now starts throwing elbows at me and pops me in the mouth.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deliver&lt;/span&gt; a couple knee strikes but nothing seems to be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that is almost impossible to explain and convey until you've been there, is how quickly fights change and things can either escalate or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deescalate&lt;/span&gt;.  Also, as police, we have to react to what the suspect does and match suspect actions, we can rarely act first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as quickly as the three of us our rolling around on the cold, wet ground on the lawn and sidewalk, I hear my partner yell. "He's got my gun! He's going for my gun."  As you may or may not know, once a suspect begins going for the deadly weapons, we automatically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;elevate&lt;/span&gt; our behavior to deadly force.  Believe it or not, those holsters that hold our duty weapons are not impossible to defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm thinking "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, time to shoot this guy who's trying to shoot us." Unfortunately I was a bit pinned by the two heavy guys rolling around who now have rolled onto my lower half.  I think I better get into a better position if I need to deliver deadly force so I don't shoot my partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I shimmy on up to get into position the suspect to jumps out.  Deadly force is no longer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;. Me and J are able to pull him back down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tazer&lt;/span&gt; attached to my belt for a year now and I've never  got to use it.  I'm pessimistic in how it will handle but I figure I'd give it a shot (No pun intended...well maybe it was) I pull out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tazer&lt;/span&gt; and drive the prongs into suspects lower back and pull the trigger. I know it's working because the suspect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; tightens up and I can smell flesh burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at the instant compliance we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;.  He shot his arms out from under his body and yelled to us he was done fighting.  Me and my partner are winded and of course were all a bit beat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best feeling in the world to hear the sirens and see the lights of our fellow officers (as we call it the Cavalry) respond to our location and grab the suspects wrists in order to apply cuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A first fight, a real fight, as I've figured out, was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun and very intense.  Unfortunately, it also comes with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of paper work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best words one can hear is all the good guys are OK and the bad guy goes to jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-4288672456445282924?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4288672456445282924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=4288672456445282924' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/4288672456445282924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/4288672456445282924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2009/04/bruises-and-paper-work.html' title='Bruises and Paper Work'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-2732977071462283535</id><published>2009-03-23T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:24:42.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.maldenpd.com/MainPage/Memorial/Images/badge4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://www.maldenpd.com/MainPage/Memorial/Images/badge4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To the family, friends, police family and others of the three officers killed in the line of duty in Oakland this weekend, and the fourth whose hanging on for dear life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And those who don't know, We too encountered a fatal shooting this week. Thankfully, it came out on our side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kxly.com/global/video/popup/pop_playerLaunch.asp?vt1=v&amp;amp;clipFormat=flv&amp;amp;clipId1=3562474&amp;amp;at1=News&amp;amp;h1=Thief"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.kxly.com/global/video/popup/pop_playerLaunch.asp?vt1=v&amp;amp;clipFormat=flv&amp;amp;clipId1=3562474&amp;amp;at1=News&amp;amp;h1=Thief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; dead, K9 wounded in late night shooting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;As if my job doesn't remind me enough, these have been other strong reminders why you should live life to the fullest. Three things you should do everday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say "&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;love you&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't sweat the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-2732977071462283535?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2732977071462283535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=2732977071462283535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/2732977071462283535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/2732977071462283535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughts-and-prayers.html' title='Thoughts and Prayers'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-320162888500170686</id><published>2009-03-04T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:54:11.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 lbs. Dumbell vs. The Quarter Pounder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.comicsbulletin.com/busted/images/061106/jillianmichaelsfhm96.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px" alt="" src="http://www.comicsbulletin.com/busted/images/061106/jillianmichaelsfhm96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Summertime is approaching and it's no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; that most women must "prepare" for their summertime body. Well as you know my body role model is Jillian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michael's&lt;/span&gt; from biggest loser. Unfortunately I'm a far ways off. Also unfortunately, My eating is not as healthy as it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night, after watching Biggest Loser with Ivan I get this very, VERY, odd craving for french fries. Gross I know. I could not tell you the last time I've eaten fast food, let alone french fries. So Ivan being the nice guy he is goes out at 10:00 pm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;get's&lt;/span&gt; me french fries and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cheeseburger&lt;/span&gt;...oh did I forget the chocolate shake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moral of the story? While the greasy french fries were a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unfamiliar&lt;/span&gt;, yet welcomed taste to my body, an hour later, it is not worth it. I felt so gross. The feeling of guilt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;accompanied&lt;/span&gt; with the feeling of nausea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to wonder. What does Jillian do when she's craving something unhealthy? Or am I the only one?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-320162888500170686?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/320162888500170686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=320162888500170686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/320162888500170686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/320162888500170686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-lbs-dumbell-vs-quarter-pounder.html' title='5 lbs. Dumbell vs. The Quarter Pounder'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-738636009737665749</id><published>2009-02-04T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:15:11.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Internal Clock is On Drugs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, I know, I can't complain. New mothers, or most mothers for that matter will always win the title of having the most screwed up sleeping/living/eating/slightly functioning schedule. But I'm coming in at a close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 1600 hours (4 p.m. for you non military folk). Shower. Find out through my hubby we are taking his parents out to dinner at 5:30. Now I have less than an hour to get ready. Make it to the fancy restaraunt. Eat a medium-rare steak for breakfast. Hug our goodbyes. Head to the nearby mall for some quick shopping. It's now about 8:00 at night, I'm just starting to wake up. Go home. Curl up on couch and watch "Biggest Loser" with my husband. Both of us drift off to sleep. He-because he's tired. Me-because I fall asleep pretty much anytime I lay down. He goes off to bed around 10:00. I read until I fall asleep at about midnight. Wake up-Fully Awake at about 2:00 in the morning. Mess around on the computer until 4:00-5:00 a.m. Wake my husband up for work. Go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it all again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-738636009737665749?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/738636009737665749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=738636009737665749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/738636009737665749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/738636009737665749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-internal-clock-is-on-drugs.html' title='My Internal Clock is On Drugs....'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-2631837952090040123</id><published>2009-01-26T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:14:52.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Serious Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.allamericanpatriots.com/files/images/soldier-rests-battle-iraq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px" alt="" src="http://www.allamericanpatriots.com/files/images/soldier-rests-battle-iraq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not a political post whatsoever. Don't worry. What it is a small "shout out" so to speak. Yeah, we are at war right now....in case you didn't know. Whether your for or against, up to date or only know what you hear on the "Jon Stuart" show it shouldn't matter. I've got a fellow co-worker who was just re-deployed over to "the sandbox" as they say. I know it takes a lot for his family to have him gone and I just want to say thanks to all those who have done the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had the opportunity to come in contact with a returned soldier of Iraq. He was only 23 years old. He was younger than me. Whatever he had experienced over there had really changed him. His wife sat and pleaded with me to take him to the hospital because she now feared for her children and his safety. She told me how now he had tried to hurt himself in numerous different ways and couldn't even be around people anymore with his anxiety attacks. At first I thought she was exaggerating...but she wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was invited into the home to find him hiding underneath his bed. A grown man hiding from us. When he did finally come out from the bed he kept his hands over his eyes and made me lead him to the back of the patrol car because he said he would "freak out" if he could actually see us. It was definitely a solemn feeling. He was a great guy who I had a great conversation with on the way down to the hospital, but his anxiety from the war had made him unable to function.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it just takes a few stories that hit a bit close to home to make me be extremely grateful for every person whose taken it upon themselves to change something for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-2631837952090040123?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2631837952090040123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=2631837952090040123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/2631837952090040123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/2631837952090040123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-serious-note.html' title='On A Serious Note'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-1444870777158066193</id><published>2009-01-06T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:01:23.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Patrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SWTf17ajvJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ruWIqkgfKGA/s1600-h/100_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288597980014951570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SWTf17ajvJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ruWIqkgfKGA/s320/100_1043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the snow hasn't stopped, and niether has work. The accidents are getting old of course, however, there is an added element of fun tracking down bad guys by the footprints they leave in the snow! But it is now Friday, time to unwind. As much as I love going to work everyday, I love even more coming home. I've got all kinds of great plans for the weekend including some more snowshoeing and some snowboarding. I will be taking Ivan down to Utah for his first "Utah: Greatest Snow On Earth" ski trip. We are very excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-1444870777158066193?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1444870777158066193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=1444870777158066193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/1444870777158066193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/1444870777158066193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-patrol.html' title='Snow Patrol'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SWTf17ajvJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ruWIqkgfKGA/s72-c/100_1043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-1549474577764878017</id><published>2008-12-30T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:54:16.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVsI9Gi-6OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dQ4cgDXDk2s/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285828433471793378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVsI9Gi-6OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dQ4cgDXDk2s/s200/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVsITMGA8VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_--ilg-sHVY/s1600-h/DSC_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285827713406398802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVsITMGA8VI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_--ilg-sHVY/s200/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVsIS08PNVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8hezWnSn5Jw/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285827707191375186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVsIS08PNVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8hezWnSn5Jw/s200/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVsISXP2ytI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LJ4OMIOmCbA/s1600-h/tiifkai2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285827699220597458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVsISXP2ytI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LJ4OMIOmCbA/s200/tiifkai2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been snowing like the end of the world here in lil' Spokane. The roads have been barely manageable and the sidewalks non-existent. The temperatures cold but the views gorgeous. Me and Ivan get to engage in one of our favorite activities...Snowshoeing with our dogs. I thought I'd let you in on a couple pictures. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-1549474577764878017?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1549474577764878017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=1549474577764878017' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/1549474577764878017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/1549474577764878017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-snow.html' title='Big Snow'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVsI9Gi-6OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dQ4cgDXDk2s/s72-c/DSC_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-8886163011433973248</id><published>2008-12-23T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T02:14:00.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days Until The BIG Day</title><content type='html'>So it's December 23rd.  There is a few feet of snow piled up outside my house.  Our Christmas tree is up, decorated, and filled with presents.  Yet it doesn't really feel to Christmasy around here.  I love remembering when you are young how exciting Christmas time is.  Not just Christmas day and it's presents, but I actually think I enjoyed just as much, or more, the decorating for Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the family would help out. We'd get our big old rusty ladder inside in order to reach the top of our very tall, and very Charlie Brown-esque, Christmas tree.  We would line out window sills with rolls of cotton and lay out a ceramic Christmas scene and village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, now, it's just not as exciting.  And that's not meant to sound sad or anything, I think both me and Ivan are so busy that Christmas just kind of snuck up on us.  Any how, I'm wishing all of you a Merry Christmas.  I hope you and your kids (if you have them) enjoy their day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-8886163011433973248?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8886163011433973248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=8886163011433973248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/8886163011433973248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/8886163011433973248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-days-until-big-day.html' title='2 Days Until The BIG Day'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-7598828780487954808</id><published>2008-12-11T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:55:03.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Pursuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.kcby.com/images/KVAL-police_lights_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://media.kcby.com/images/KVAL-police_lights_night.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Rookie dreams about their first vehicle pursuit.  In our line of work it's one of the most exciting, scary, intense and rite-of-passage things you can do.  It is of course very dangerous and the reason we pursuit vehicles must be for a very good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opprotunity arose this week when I noticed an intoxicated looking driver speeding the wrong way down a one way road.  I have never had anyone not stop for me when my lights come on, so needless to say, when she took off on me....I was a bit suprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit ensued.  It's hard to describe a pursuit until you've actually done one, because it seems so much easier on the outside looking in.  You must call out speeds, traffic, direction of travel, etc...all while reacting to what the crazy driver in front of you is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pursuit the girl driving first tried to ram me out of her way when I attempted to block her in.  She then sped through downtown at about 50 mph, hitting two vehicles.  Well, the pursuit was terminated for safety reasons (once it get's to dangerous we stop).  Only a minute or so later another officer found her after she hit into a telephone pole, completely wiping it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this 18 year old girl is getting charged with 3 Felonies, and 3 Misdemeanors....all because she didn't want to stop for a cop because she was drunk.  A crime that for first time offenders usually doesn't even make it to the court room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-7598828780487954808?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7598828780487954808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=7598828780487954808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/7598828780487954808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/7598828780487954808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/12/hot-pursuit.html' title='Hot Pursuit'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-7983531212831140501</id><published>2008-12-04T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:36:37.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a traffic stop and ended up arresting this girl for possession of meth.  In case you don't know to much about it, here's a video I really like.....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you'll need to scroll to the bottom to turn down my playlist and hear the video's audio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEFPdNv2Ddk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEFPdNv2Ddk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-7983531212831140501?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7983531212831140501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=7983531212831140501' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/7983531212831140501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/7983531212831140501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/12/watch-this.html' title='Watch This'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-1059577459206843190</id><published>2008-11-23T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:50:38.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and Go Seek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I haven't written anything here in a while, but I've been pretty busy. Last night was no exception, however it was a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and a fellow officer are searching this house for a guy with a warrant. His mom is following us around very nervously. The mom is only getting more nervous as we get to the last room in the home. She is trying to protect her son, the one we are trying to arrest for multiple warrants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now my partner is talking to the mom telling her to relax and sit down. We go through the last room in the house but not finding anything. There is junk, clothes, beds, and endless doors to look in/under/through. I get to the last closet and quickly throw open the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There he is. Standing there, no clothes on but a pair of boxers. We were warned previously about this guy who is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;known runner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and also owns a handgun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we don't mess around. I shine my light in his face, give him some very brief commands and begin to pull him out of the closet and onto the ground. In an instant my partner is with me and we are able to wrestle this squirley guy to the bed where we get him cuffed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was so fun, my partner and I are so excited. This guy just got had by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;two rookie cops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This job reminds me of a game I use to play growing up. Sure, a bit more dangerous now, but just as fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that's what's been taking up all of my time, in case the few of you who read this were wondering where I've been for the past two weeks. Tommorrow is court for me, so it will be another long night of graveyard followed by a quick turn around to the court room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-1059577459206843190?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1059577459206843190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=1059577459206843190' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/1059577459206843190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/1059577459206843190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/11/hide-and-go-seek.html' title='Hide and Go Seek'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-8456113913657583673</id><published>2008-11-04T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:54:48.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was a good week for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got to kick in my first door (Wake up call!) as well as get into my first foot pursuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One incident &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inparticular&lt;/span&gt; was quite interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Myself and some other officers get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intel&lt;/span&gt; that this 19 year old punk is staying back at his mom's house. He has three warrants for his arrest.  Now, I've dealt with this family before.  They are very anti-cop.  We had to do a search warrant on their vehicle once and the entire time they are telling us to "F" off, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we get to the house and sure enough the kid is in there.  We go to grab onto him, he kicks his wooden window out, jumps through it, and begins to take off.  The other officer who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of me, closest to the window is a bit older.  Me, I'm thinking, "Yes, my first foot pursuit!"  And I'm roaring to go.  This older officer sighs, pulls out his radio, advises the foot pursuit, then slowly makes his way out of the window.  I'm doing all I can to not push him out the window so I can begin chasing after him.  Eventually I am out the window along with 5 other cops as were chasing this kid.  Finally we get him trapped at a fence.  He gets cuffed and placed under arrest.  I couldn't be having a better time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, two days later...same family.  We have cause to arrest the mother for rendering criminal assistance in trying to keep us from getting to her son, the runner, two days earlier.  We also have cause to arrest his brother for a hit and run I investigated on Halloween.  Now, it's much better to arrest them because then you do not have to write an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;affidavit&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a. saves you from writing a hell of a lot of paper work!), an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;affidavit&lt;/span&gt; turns into a warrant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We knock on the door, the other brother comes out in his underwear.  We quickly tell him he's under arrest for hit/run.  As were doing this the mom gets so mad she comes out in her underwear.  We grab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a hold&lt;/span&gt; of her but she starts fighting back, trying to hold onto the door so we cannot get control of her.  Now her husband who is lying on the couch, and the worst cop hater of all is screaming at us.  We finally get her out the door.  She is only in her underwear. An officer says to a daughter, get her some pants, but instead, the dad is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; mad he screams at the daughter to shut the door, all while trying to "sick" his dog on us.  It was made for a COPS episode.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two arrests, mom and son, both in their underwear.  I wrapped a blanket around the mom, even though she called me a "B" the whole time.  I guess she didn't see the generosity in it....I was just trying to reunite her and her son with her other son who was booked two days ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-8456113913657583673?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8456113913657583673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=8456113913657583673' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/8456113913657583673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/8456113913657583673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-affair.html' title='A Family Affair'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-670959967945422133</id><published>2008-10-30T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:08:27.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faking It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SQoRtwMQiPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xA5DqC-Ah3I/s1600-h/tiff+badgebandw.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263038592263948530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SQoRtwMQiPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xA5DqC-Ah3I/s200/tiff+badgebandw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; about what my job entails is knowing what your doing with great confidence. And when you don't have that great confidence that what you're doing is right....&lt;em&gt;fake it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From interrogating people you have handcuffed in the back of your patrol car to the "simple" task of driving from point A to point B at &lt;strong&gt;80 MPH&lt;/strong&gt;, with lights and sirens going, all while trying to read your call on the computer. Faking it. Something I have become very good at with this job. Your Sgt. needs to talk to you? Fake it, what ever question he has, just act like you know what your talking about. Trust me, it goes along way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the only rookie who has adapted this motto. In fact, I was reading a book about a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;rookie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cop who had left his red/blue lights running while sitting in a parking lot. He didn't know it at the time. A passerby approached him and said "your lights are on." He was so &lt;em&gt;embarrassed&lt;/em&gt; but said "yeah, I know, I'm just waiting for someone." And as soon as the passerby was out of sight, he turned them off. I laughed so hard at this. Mainly because I have done the exact same thing. Except instead of sitting in a parking lot I was casually driving down the road. I was just like, "wow, everyone is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; moving out of my way today." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-670959967945422133?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/670959967945422133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=670959967945422133' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/670959967945422133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/670959967945422133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/10/faking-it.html' title='Faking It'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SQoRtwMQiPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xA5DqC-Ah3I/s72-c/tiff+badgebandw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-3923748748108879439</id><published>2008-10-26T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:20:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaurenteed Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love this show.  I pulled out my DVD's and watched it the other day.  Too funny!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scroll down to the bottom to turn off the music player)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SaNiCS2hyIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SaNiCS2hyIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-3923748748108879439?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3923748748108879439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=3923748748108879439' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/3923748748108879439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/3923748748108879439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/10/gaurenteed-laugh.html' title='Gaurenteed Laugh'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-6941735545217156342</id><published>2008-10-25T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:18:12.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Riding Solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was my first day riding solo in the patrol car! It's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; deal because it means they trust you enough to let you loose on your own. My training officer still responds to alot of my calls, but in her own car. I was so &lt;em&gt;incredibly&lt;/em&gt; nervous. It turned out to be really good and actually alot less stressful than when you actually have a training officer sitting in the passenger seat, jotting down notes on every wrong turn you make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've just begun the actual testing out process, called "x-ray" here at this department. I've got a long ways to go but it feels so good to actually take a step closer to feel like I've accomplished something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a &lt;strong&gt;NERVE RACKING&lt;/strong&gt; feeling however, responding to your first call on your own. I get called to a couple of kids who started a fire in a park and I'm thinking, "Oh great....I hope I know what to do." I walk up to the firemen who had the kids sitting down and the fire out. I feel like such a rookie. Not only do I look like a little kid in my uniform, I am just so nervous. Needless to say I just had to take a deep breath and be thinking, "OK. I know what this is. I know the law." It all turned out ok and I made the right decisions in the end, but it was a bit scary at first hearing your call sign over the air and responding...all by yourself...almost like a real cop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-6941735545217156342?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6941735545217156342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=6941735545217156342' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/6941735545217156342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/6941735545217156342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/10/riding-solo.html' title='Riding Solo'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-2370442039528105342</id><published>2008-10-17T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:52:32.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom</title><content type='html'>Ivan and I attended Phantom. It was a good night, but of course, something wierd always has to happen. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are getting ready to leave I can't get my bra to not show on my dress! It was so frustrating, I know only girls will understand this. Anyhow, with some handiwork and a safety clip I eliminated the problem before we left the house.&lt;br /&gt;When we enter the theatre I was kind of disapointed. Now, let me explain. I set up the purchase of the tickets. But when I was buying them online, the old Burton cheap-0 came out in me. Even though we have the money and I'd been waiting for this for so long, I still went with some of the cheapest seats in the house. Big mistake. Well not BIG, but I wish I hadn't. The seats were still fine, but I would have loved to be closer. (But it's OK. Ivan felt so bad he's already talking to me about going to Vegas and seeing it with awesome seats!) But it doesn't stop there. So now we are sitting in our seats and the show begins. I forget about my wishes for being closer up and just enjoy the whole atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the scene right at the auction. The chandelier is on the ground and then all of a sudden "pop" it lights up dramatically just like it was supposed. The orchestra is playing the opening song and I'm getting really excited. Then the orchestra stops, the chandelier is still laying on the ground and I'm thinking "I think the chandelier was supposed to raise." A female voice cuts in, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are having technical difficulties..." You get the rest.&lt;br /&gt;So after 5 minutes, the show starts back up again. I've figured it's best to just roll with the punches and enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About ten minutes into that the Phantom is making his big debut on screen. I love it! I love his voice, I love his costume, I love the guy who just collapsed in the chairs behind me...What? Yes, some guy collapses. Everyone stands up around us. I'm waiving to the usher to go get some help. Turns out it was no big deal, low blood pressure or something (probably from our seats being so high and far away!) But everyone around me acted like he was dying. I'm thinking, "Why is everyone huddled over him? Why is he still sprawled out on the concrete floor? Why don't they help him up and walk him out for some fresh air?" But no, they insist on 5 people standing aorund him, freaking out. So after about ten minutes of this the firefighters show up. Dang firefighters. Anyhow, they escort him out, and I've now missed one of my favorites songs. I also feel like Karma will get me because I eventually was getting mad at the guy for passing out during one of my favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was about the worst of it. Oh yeah, Ivan did lean over and ask "What's the hand at the level of the eye thing mean?" I just started laughing (see my older post below).&lt;br /&gt;Other than these few things I still really enjoyed it. The technical aspects of the show were awesome! I loved the singing and the live orchestra. Now I am ready to shell out some big bucks and do it again in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over for the music of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-2370442039528105342?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2370442039528105342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=2370442039528105342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/2370442039528105342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/2370442039528105342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/10/phantom.html' title='Phantom'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-1334021105092060075</id><published>2008-10-15T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:41:05.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SPYdBDvW4cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/u3g49CqX2fA/s1600-h/phantom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257421519022645698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SPYdBDvW4cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/u3g49CqX2fA/s200/phantom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very excited. Tommorrow Ivan and I are going to see Phantom of the Opera! I have never been to a "big" production before. Yes, I've seen many community theater plays (which still rock! You go Ramona) but this will be my first time getting dressed up to go out and act cultured. I love the music. Growing up my parents always listened to the Phantom soundtrack as well as other musicals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I made Ivan watch the movie with me this weekend to prepare for the play. I told him I didn't want him leaning in the entire time and whispering in a voice that's still very audible "&lt;em&gt;who's that?"....."Is he bad or good?" ..."Whats up with the hand at the level of your eye?"&lt;/em&gt; So we watched it together. He won't admit it but he totally enjoyed it and is now very excited to go see it for real. But not as excited as ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-1334021105092060075?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1334021105092060075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=1334021105092060075' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/1334021105092060075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/1334021105092060075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/10/phantom-of-opera.html' title='Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SPYdBDvW4cI/AAAAAAAAAG8/u3g49CqX2fA/s72-c/phantom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-7009394425523483384</id><published>2008-10-06T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:31:35.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reds and Oranges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SOreTAZ-TkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fqdHcRRLbMo/s1600-h/leaves.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254256333388926530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SOreTAZ-TkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fqdHcRRLbMo/s200/leaves.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's soon becoming one of my favorite time of the year. Fall. The leaves are just starting to get hints of red and orange. The air is cold and brisk. My scarve is bundled around my neck and a coffee cup is keeping my hands warm. I love this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All that said however, fall still has two setbacks I must address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My first dillemma: Shoes. What can I wear on my feet? I can't wear any flip flops or open toe heels, it's to brisk. But I'm not to the point of slipping my feet into my uber-comfy pair of North Face snowboots. So that is the first problem with fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The second: Outdoor activities. Anyone who know's me know's I love to do things outside. When it's hot and sunny you can swim, wakeboard, sit at the lake, bike ride...well you get the picture. When it's cold and snowy you get to snowboard, snowshoe, have snowball fights...again, you get the picture. But fall has limits on the outdoor activities. For the most part I'd say Fall is perfect for some gorgeous hiking and walking with your dogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I am not trying to disrespect the fall season, whatsoever. Every season comes with a price. Right now, however, I am enjoying the colors of the trees and the cold air filling my lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-7009394425523483384?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7009394425523483384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=7009394425523483384' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/7009394425523483384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/7009394425523483384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/10/reds-and-oranges.html' title='Reds and Oranges'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SOreTAZ-TkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fqdHcRRLbMo/s72-c/leaves.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-8588285142268522859</id><published>2008-09-28T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:19:47.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Funny Business, Just Funny People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got my first scheduled appearance to testify in court. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For those of you who aren't getting the implied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;, it's there. This is no small case either, not like somebody protesting a ticket or anything. I'm talking about a shooting. Drive by. Yeah. I'll sound like such an idiot up there. I'm just imagining some scene from "Law and Order" where the cop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; ripped up on the stand. Wish me luck I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that brings me to my next order of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;. Gangsters. Or wanna be gangsters at that. This town is full of them (The latter mostly.) Guys wearing the pants almost to their knees, their baseball hat's cocked to the side, and 808 Bass pumping from out of the crappy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sound system&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; 1988 Chevy Caprice.  L&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ow ride&lt;/span&gt; of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess sometimes I just don't get it. I stop this young gentlemen who has a few tattoos on his neck and arms. His name is already in our system as a gangster, but behind his XXL Jeans I'm thinking he seems like he'd be a good kid! He's very respectful calling my partner and I "Ma'am" and "Sir." But I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; that once the tables turn, if he had a chance, he could/would hurt either one of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is the way we are taught to think. Everyone, even the most respectful person, could hurt or kill us if the situation was right and it became necessary to their advantage. I know this sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sadistic&lt;/span&gt; but it is how a cop must think if they are expected to survive and expect the unexpected. So please don't think I've become a paranoid, pessimistic type of person. It's just the nature of the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will this constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;guarded&lt;/span&gt; type of personality I've taken on affect my relationship with others? Probably, but at least my husband knows what's going on in my little head (for the most part!) That way we can deal with things together. Some people may think that a job dealing with suicides, broke junkies, and husbands and wives fighting like 10 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; would be depressing or discouraging. But I have to tell you: It's been one of the most fun, eye opening experiences I've ever encountered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-8588285142268522859?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8588285142268522859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=8588285142268522859' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/8588285142268522859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/8588285142268522859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-funny-business-just-funny-people.html' title='No Funny Business, Just Funny People'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-8781286542761317793</id><published>2008-09-21T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:11:45.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greys Anatomy Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SNacN6_KCXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c_BQisPf1FA/s1600-h/greys+anatomy.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248554178733279602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SNacN6_KCXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c_BQisPf1FA/s200/greys+anatomy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I have just become officially obsessed with the show "Greys Anatomy." I started watching the seasons on DVD. Of course, "Dr. McDreamy" doesn't hurt. I have gotten the biggest crush on Patrick Dempsey on this show. Ivan and I were watching some episodes last night and I would just smile every time the hot doctor came on the screen! Ivan just thought I was a big dork. Oh well, I know I'm not the only girl who's in love with him. But I am excited there is another good show on TV. I don't watch much TV, I'm usually at work anyway. The only show I've gotten into lately was "Life" and I think they took that off the air! Those bums!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-8781286542761317793?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8781286542761317793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=8781286542761317793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/8781286542761317793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/8781286542761317793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/greys-anatomy-addiction.html' title='Greys Anatomy Addiction'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SNacN6_KCXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c_BQisPf1FA/s72-c/greys+anatomy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-5128276026155489629</id><published>2008-09-12T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:47:52.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finiculi Finicula Chef Burtoni's Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well another weekend has past and again I felt like I didn't get much accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan was out traveling for his new job. I was home alone and somehow turned into a huge nerd. I played XBOX Live all weekend. I stayed up to 4 a.m. drinking can after can of diet coke, all while trying to play Call of Duty against teenage boys who play way to often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have to go into work for five hours today. It was shotgun and handgun training. Nothing to bad. It was kind of fun, we had to jump out of our cars and shoot at targets on the beep. It's nothing like they show on the movies though, however it's pretty great getting paid to do that kind of stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, This weekend I turned into my dad! I don't know what came over me. When Ivan came home I decided I wanted to cook him an awesome dinner. Now, about the only thing I know how to cook is Ramen Noodles and homeade calzones (homeade dough and everything.)This time I wanted to try an awesome calzone that was more authentic italian cuisine than the type of calzones I normally bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, who made me believe I was Italian until about Freshmen year of high school, taught me the most important thing when cooking Italian food is to have on Italian music. So in his footsteps I had some Pavarotti cranked, blowing out the speakers. Flour is getting thrown around the kitchen as I poorly try to toss the dough like a true Italian. However, in the end I ended up with a nice tasting pesto calzone. One of my favorite yet! Ivan liked it too, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Pavarotti, Ivan just thought I was a little nuts as I bellowed out "Finiculi Finicula" at the top of my lungs, and repeated the two words over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-5128276026155489629?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/5128276026155489629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=5128276026155489629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/5128276026155489629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/5128276026155489629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/bummin-around-and-junior-chef-burtoni.html' title='Finiculi Finicula Chef Burtoni&apos;s Kitchen'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-7843602556699561519</id><published>2008-09-09T02:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:26:13.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Completely Random Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That Most People Don't Know About Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I usually don't shave my legs until the weekend. (Poor Ivan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Out of every book I start to read, I finish about 25% of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I feel extremely guilty about sleeping in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Once upon a time I could recite "X-Men, The Movie" word for word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I hate onions, but I love onion rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I get major crushes on wierd, dorky movie stars. People you wouldn't expect, like Greg Kinear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMY_6dzfV6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/jGfKhbQ5pZY/s1600-h/p1_kinnear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243949089785075618" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMY_6dzfV6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/jGfKhbQ5pZY/s200/p1_kinnear.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-7843602556699561519?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7843602556699561519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=7843602556699561519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/7843602556699561519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/7843602556699561519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/6-completely-random-facts-about-me-that.html' title='6 Completely Random Facts'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMY_6dzfV6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/jGfKhbQ5pZY/s72-c/p1_kinnear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-4091718828980984258</id><published>2008-09-08T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:52:48.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five little things that I can't live without....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMWl3hIQKiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C1d2Pxq2voQ/s1600-h/dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243779714347182626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMWl3hIQKiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C1d2Pxq2voQ/s200/dc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMWl3xkVfxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fWbYahbIj9o/s1600-h/bath+body+works.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243779718759939858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMWl3xkVfxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fWbYahbIj9o/s200/bath+body+works.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMWl4GmHRzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F5rQ4e6cMyo/s1600-h/zune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243779724404541234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMWl4GmHRzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F5rQ4e6cMyo/s200/zune.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMWl4Jvze1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/5q8vcZ8KqYQ/s1600-h/tillamook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243779725250493266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMWl4Jvze1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/5q8vcZ8KqYQ/s200/tillamook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMWl4JKdbII/AAAAAAAAAEg/qpMRFnULPxs/s1600-h/tissue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243779725093858434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMWl4JKdbII/AAAAAAAAAEg/qpMRFnULPxs/s200/tissue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Diet Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhhhh... The refreshment. I drink to much. I should be in a Diet Coke Anonymous Program. At least the homeless guy who digs through my recycling bin get's allot of cans. So in a way I am helping out the community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Bath and Body Works Hand Soap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this stuff! Their sales are great. That is when I stock up. Try Japanese Cherry Blossom or Brown Fig. I know realistically my hands would be just as clean with an 89 cent bar of soap, but this stuff is just too good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Zune&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok ok, I can't say I am completely inamorate of how my Mp3 player actually operates, but I definetly could not live without it! I love music so how could I go without portable tunes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Tillamook Mudslide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you have Tillamook ice cream available to you, &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;your not watching what you eat, I &lt;strong&gt;highly &lt;/strong&gt;recommend picking up a quart of this stuff. The Mudslide is to die for. They don't skimp on their chocolate fudge. There are huge chunks of soft chocolate drizzle! Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Kleenex with Lotion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who would have ever thought facial tissue would have made it on my list? I'll tell you what. Coming from a girl who grew up in a house where we had the scratchiest, cheapest toilet paper available, discovering tissues with lotion was the best thing that ever happened to me. Especially during hay fever season or when I'm sick. No more dry cracking nose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;(p.s. sorry about the formatting of this post. I have tried about 10 times now to fix it but the program won't let me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-4091718828980984258?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4091718828980984258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=4091718828980984258' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/4091718828980984258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/4091718828980984258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/five-little-things-that-i-cant-live.html' title='Five little things that I can&apos;t live without....'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMWl3hIQKiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C1d2Pxq2voQ/s72-c/dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-1494855416610944101</id><published>2008-09-08T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:56:47.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man on Fire</title><content type='html'>This evening, as I was driving with my sirens wailing, I wondered how could people possibly be so crazy? Well, actually I was thinking first and foremost: This is going to be nuts. Secondly, I was wondereing about the crazy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Did I mention I was driving to find a guy who poured gasoline over his head then lit himself on fire? How could I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poor kid. Only 16 years old and screwed up as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town is just notorious for white trash and all that comes with it. It's got 19 year old kids selling dope in the parks to 16 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ivan sat down to breakfast this morning and started to discuss the way our little town's society is. My views have definitly changed. Not just from being a cop, but just from getting older. I use to almost consider myself somewhat of a socialist! I thought everyone should get their share of money, food, wealth, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My views have changed drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On welfare: One year cap, and the reciever must show LEGITAMATE job endevours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I even convey to you the reality of welfare, how I've seen a completely different side than I ever thought before? The majority of people I assist are on welfare. They don't know how to handle their own problems. They expect someone else to come in and take care of the hard stuff. They want to live with food, money, and ciggerates...all without working. Thier houses smell like moldy milk, cat crap, and weeks and weeks of dirty clothes. The floors are not covered with carpet, they are covered with old clothes, old newspapers, and TV dinner trash. The kids do not know what it is to respect their elders, or any authority for that matter. They call us "Po-Po" as their parents whisper things in thier ear to train them early for disliking law enforcment. They flip us the bird. They are too young to know what it is but the loving parents they have tell them to do it because, well it's plain funny. The kids grow up with magazines of porn lying around the house, along with dirty needles and childmolesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days like these I am thankful for my parents who raised all 12 of us just right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that if you take an upper-middle class family and a family on welfare, switch their situations around, each family will be back where they were at originally within the year. Do you think that's true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-1494855416610944101?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1494855416610944101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=1494855416610944101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/1494855416610944101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/1494855416610944101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/man-on-fire.html' title='Man on Fire'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-7499067523073656581</id><published>2008-09-02T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:40:53.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='akai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Hiking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SL4jPv5QgeI/AAAAAAAAADg/eYAv-oE-1ho/s1600-h/100_1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241665769767469538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SL4jPv5QgeI/AAAAAAAAADg/eYAv-oE-1ho/s320/100_1181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SL4jP_5yacI/AAAAAAAAADo/CsRaWt00t1k/s1600-h/hike+with+kai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241665774064658882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SL4jP_5yacI/AAAAAAAAADo/CsRaWt00t1k/s320/hike+with+kai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivan and I went for a hike this weekend....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well attempted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was so cute with wanting to suprise me with the hiking location. But with a suprise comes an unprepared hiker. It rained and I didn't have my rain coat. Oh well. That was minimal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He decided to take me to Colville National Forest and we did some hiking there. He wanted to take a short cut. Must I go into detail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half later we get to our destination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We start our hike. It's pretty, it's warm weather even with the occasional rain drops. My dog, Akai, is loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I ask, "Isn't this bear country up here? Should we be making alot of noise to scare of the bears and cougers?" He tells me we should be fine. He is just trying to convince me not to be worried though he is just as worried as I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 minutes into the hike I see a bear paw print....then another. These things are huge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a bit nervous, Ivan is too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decide to call it quits and come back again when we are properly equipped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bells to ward off animals, bear spray and a gun....just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, it was a fun little road trip and I got an ice cream cone on the way back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-7499067523073656581?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7499067523073656581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=7499067523073656581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/7499067523073656581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/7499067523073656581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/09/hiking.html' title='Hiking'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SL4jPv5QgeI/AAAAAAAAADg/eYAv-oE-1ho/s72-c/100_1181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-7746346237140491914</id><published>2008-08-31T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:02:57.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who can't sleep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 1:43 in the morning and I can't sleep. It's my work schedule! It's completely screwed up my sleeping schedule. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that all I ever want to talk about is my job, cause trust me I don't. I did have one of the scarier moments in my life happen last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one of the local dance clubs that is notorious for gangs and fighting we get this call that someone over heard some guys saying "something was going down at closing time." So it's about 2:20 in the morning and we go wailing up the lights and sirens a blaze in order to get to the area before 2:30 when it closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up there, there is already about 10 cops and we just sit off and wait. There is a huge crowd forming of drunk guys and girls all pushing and shoving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; outside of the club. Then some of the more loud gang bangers start to yell. They are pushing people around and just generally trying to cause major problems. We hold off until we can get more officers because going into a situation of about 100 drunk people versus 10 cops is just not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally we get some sufficient numbers on our end, not as much as we'd like, but enough to start moving in. The clubs security officers are getting out of hand as well. Tall guys wearing "SECURITY" shirts that are too small for them start pushing the drunk guys and start macing people. So needless to say things got crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all form up into a giant man-made wall and start moving people out. Yelling at them to go home, get out, and just generally to get out of the parking lot. Some people are sober enough to understand the situation and leave but most people just keep running there mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we do this for a good 10 minutes or so until people finally start to get the message. But then I hear the gun shot. Or at least what sounded distinctly similar to one. I'm thinking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....it could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be a gun shot, this place is notorious for shootings and stabbings. So I start looking left to right as all the drunk club-goers start screaming and running to their cars. Then we hear it over the radio. "Guy with a gun, guy with a gun!" So now, as my good friend would say, It's on like donkey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our guns drawn and start walking to wear our guy is calling out his foot pursuit. Walking, yes, you read it right, because we have to scan every inch of what's going on. Finally we track this guy into a house up the street. Somehow, somewhere along the way he's managed to throw his gun out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we start looking everywhere. In the grass, in the weeds, parking lots, trashcans....nothing. Can't find a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're screwed. We don't have much of anything to go of off. So this wanna be gangster gets to go back out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; and do it all again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-7746346237140491914?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7746346237140491914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=7746346237140491914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/7746346237140491914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/7746346237140491914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-who-cant-sleep.html' title='Guess who can&apos;t sleep?'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-318255983973574725</id><published>2008-08-20T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:25:05.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Truck Yellow to Rigamortis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMBD6NulGcI/AAAAAAAAADw/oJbfzQSoxfc/s1600-h/100_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242264633655761346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="254" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMBD6NulGcI/AAAAAAAAADw/oJbfzQSoxfc/s320/100_1199.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMBD6dXOBgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f9RpFqbI7do/s1600-h/100_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242264637852747266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMBD6dXOBgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f9RpFqbI7do/s320/100_1202.JPG" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this past week was quite a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doozy&lt;/span&gt;! On my long weekend we finally tackled this kitchen project we'd been talking about. We painted our kitchen a bright, colorful yellow. It went from pale and blah to....basically a "toy truck yellow." Ivan and I put up bead board along the lower half of the walls and painted blue accents throughout the rest in order to match our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;countertop&lt;/span&gt;. And the best of all? Ivan and I miraculously never got into an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; throughout this whole process! Pictures will be posted soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the agenda? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wheewww&lt;/span&gt;, what a week so far. Yesterday at work was crazy. It's still really tough being a rookie and the biggest problem for most rookies across the board is the geographical orientation, and I am no exception. It becomes very hard trying to get from point A to point B all while driving 70 mph, thinking about the call and how you will handle it. Not to mention I am not from this area so I am basically starting from scratch. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; though, I've got a feeling I'll get there eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, oh yesterday. We got to help a suicidal jumper from off of the bridge. She was schizophrenic and was really contemplating the idea. She was on the outer perimeter of the wall, but not the outermost, which was a good thing. As we were talking to her, I just kept thinking, "Oh crap, please don't jump, I'm not sure if I could handle that this morning." She was a very large woman so there was no option to even think about trying to grab her from off the edge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; she did start to go over. We've been having a rash of jumpers in this city. My partner and training officer just physically grabbed another jumper from the bridge last week. Must be the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw my first dead body today. DOA. It's quite a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; feeling when you're poking and prodding at a cold stiff body behind close doors, while the family sits in the other room and sobs. Not too bad though. She was almost 97! Plus she already looked a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;skeletal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what today has to offer me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-318255983973574725?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/318255983973574725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=318255983973574725' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/318255983973574725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/318255983973574725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/toy-truck-yellow-to-rigamortis.html' title='Toy Truck Yellow to Rigamortis'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SMBD6NulGcI/AAAAAAAAADw/oJbfzQSoxfc/s72-c/100_1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-2148827803411852640</id><published>2008-08-14T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:38:23.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SKUMOLrZ7nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mW4-u5mRK4E/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234603579680616050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SKUMOLrZ7nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mW4-u5mRK4E/s320/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ahhhh....I just finished a loooong work week. But I can't complain, after all, five days on and five days off isn't bad at all! I had to hold over an extra four hours on my Friday (really Wednesday morning) because we responded to a big call. Two really nice cars got stolen from the same house and we ended up finding them within the hour! That doesn't happen much. Can you believe this...this really wealthy family just leaves their keys in the ignition of their cars, leave the car unlocked and leave the garage unlocked! I thought it was a little crazy myself but at least we were able to get them their vehicles back, unscathed mind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cop work isn't my entire life right now, but it does seem like it. I have alot of studying to do in my freetime. Last week I was able to relax a bit and I enjoyed myself. I took whitewater kayak lessons and that was very fun. Scary, but fun. It's a bit of a weird feeling when your being held into a boat and you purposely flip it over so you can attempt to flip it back. Well, I'm not to that point yet, but I'm getting there. It's a crazy feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now with my time off this week I find myself doing more work! Yard work all morning and for the evening I just got done pressure washing our house. Tomorrow I plan on starting to paint our kitchen. It will be a brighter yellow than the pale yellow it is right now. I'm hoping to brighten up the house a little bit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-2148827803411852640?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2148827803411852640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=2148827803411852640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/2148827803411852640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/2148827803411852640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-comes-weekend.html' title='Here comes the weekend!'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SKUMOLrZ7nI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mW4-u5mRK4E/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170426320265415108.post-6873916266002933527</id><published>2008-08-14T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:39:04.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rookie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>July 15, 2008  Two days and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SKUKBXl9WhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MeXQ3kOA9Tg/s1600-h/tiff+badgebandw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234601160517442066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SKUKBXl9WhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MeXQ3kOA9Tg/s320/tiff+badgebandw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Well, I've been on patrol now for two days. I have an FTO (field training officer) who does most everything right now. I mainly just shadow and learn. I have got to engage myself a few times though. On Sunday night/early Monday morning, after a few SWAT guys executed a search warrant, all us newbies were able to go route around through this guys house looking for any guns or ammunition. Afterall, he got arrested for making threats to kill his neighboors below him. It was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;On my second night we responded to another gun call involving parties who were protected from another. This was pretty intense for a short period of time. My FTO who is also in SWAT, responded with a few other SWAT and TAC guys into the house while the rest of us had our guns drawn and watched the windows and doors for anyone trying to avoid our 1 a.m. greeting. Well, not much came of this call in the end, but it was exciting while it lasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9170426320265415108-6873916266002933527?l=misstiffinblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6873916266002933527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9170426320265415108&amp;postID=6873916266002933527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/6873916266002933527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9170426320265415108/posts/default/6873916266002933527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misstiffinblue.blogspot.com/2008/08/july-15-2008-two-days-and-counting.html' title='July 15, 2008  Two days and counting...'/><author><name>Miss Tiff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SVyxQKkNkxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3EfAACp_5v4/S220/tiffand+bell.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GkRDovX2NbM/SKUKBXl9WhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MeXQ3kOA9Tg/s72-c/tiff+badgebandw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
