So I finally got a hold of the third shift Sgt. in regards to the ticket I got on Memorial Day weekend. (See earlier post here.) He told me himself that he tells anyone that gets a ticket in La Crosse County to contest it.
Anyways,
he promised to speak with this deputy and let me know what the deputy
says about the whole incident. I finally contacted him this past
Saturday and he told me that the reason they didn't explain why I got
the citation is that when they came back to the door to give it to me
and I told them I was naked, they "didn't feel comfortable" talking
about it face to face with me being undressed, which he said he could
understand. He also said he didn't think they did anything wrong in
their conduct of the whole situation, and another deputy (one who wasn't
even there) told him that I got the ticket for calling 911 and telling
them I was lost and I was a block away from home.
First of all, I was more than a block away from home.
Second,
I never called 911. I called the crisis line first because of how I was
feeling at the time and wanted to speak with someone. The crisis worker
there basically hung up on me. So then I called 211, which is the
resource line, and was transferred to a crisis worker, who called the
police...
Third, if they were so "uncomfortable" speaking with me
naked, why didn't they ask me to or wait til I put some clothes or a
robe on or something?
Fourth, why did they wait to give me the
ticket until after I was inside? Why didn't they give it to me before I
was out of the car or as I was getting out and before they walked me to
my apartment?
Court is Thursday. I'm pleading not guilty.
So
I met with the counselor at the county today. Informed him of this
whole situation. He suggested I seek legal advice and sue the shit out
of them for breach of confidentiality, because the only time the crisis
workers are allowed to call the police is if the person is in immediate
danger or makes statements saying they will harm themselves. I never
made any comments of the sort.
Guess we'll have to wait until Thursday.
I
did get a chance to get away this weekend. Went to my sisters house and
partied with all their neighbors. It was nice. Discovered my tent leaks
because I didn't use it at all last summer and I forgot to waterproof
it when I put it up, so I woke up Sunday morning a lil wet.
So I
get home and my blinds are closed. I never close them. I am a natural
light person all around as much as possible and I always like to see
outside as much as possible, because if I can't see outside and don't
know what's going on out there, I don't want to be surprised when I go
out and see something that shouldn't be seen. OK I know I prolly lost
most readers there, but it makes sense to me and I get it from my Daddy.
Anyways,
guess the neighbor across the alley has been spying on us. This guy
sits in his window all day and looks into our living room and writes
down in a notebook what we do all day and night and shares it with the
other neighbors. Never a dull moment in the apartment trailer park. Good
news is.... the douchebag in apt 15 moved out.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Daydreaming in Class....
Is it okay for me to say I really hate this class? Too late :)
I didn't know I had to take a history class. The class is "Diverse Cultures in America" which according to our syllabus, is supposed to be talking about the different sociological perspectives of race and diversity and cultures in America.
We have two weeks left after tonight. And so far we've spent every night talking about different races and cultures in America but nothing seems to be current. It's all about history and how these people came to assimilate into America, and the lack thereof. Doesn't help that there's only four of us in the class. Also the instructor is so behind the times! She's the first one I've had in all my four years of school that would not accept assignments via email. Everything must be printed and handed in. Not everyone has a printer or access to one.
Wow! This is probably the most current thing we've talked about in all of class! Political cartoons! Like I'm interested (*rolls eyes*) She's showing us an online game where you shoot Mexicans crossing the border. That's sad.
And isn't "ie." the abbreviation that means "example"? She uses "eg."
Ha ha we've been talking about skin color and race vs. ethnicity and I said that I used to be asked by strangers all the time if I was a boy or a girl. Cuz our instructor said strangers ask her all the time if her son is adopted or ask what he is because he has a darker complexion.
I don't want to know how many people were classified in the past! This isn't a history class!
There's really cool clouds outside. Wish she'd give us a break so I can go smoke and take pictures of it before it goes away.
Now we're talking about the census. Funniest thing about the 2010 census is that the government sent out a letter to inform everyone that they would be sending out the census!
"We say we're all equal and we say we all want to be treated equal, but we act differently." I hate everyone equally. That way I'm not racist and I don't discriminate.
Yay finally got a break and pictures of the cool clouds.
Pop quiz. Yay. I got like 2 right out of 10. I swear everything in this class goes right over my head.
I don't understand the Western and Eastern religions and ancestries of like from European descent and stuff. They didn't teach us about World Geography in school. We learned everything to know about the United States and the continents but barely studied anything about the countries on those continents outside of North America.
Does this instructor really have to smile after every other statement? Wow that's annoying. Now we're talking about Islam. Most in depth discussion about current culture and not history that we've had yet.
An hour and 15 minutes to go. Wow. 4 1/2 hour classes really suck. Most instructors don't keep us the full time. Most are done between 8:30 and 9, and we start at 5:30 pm. This is the first class I've had that's kept us til 10 every single week.
Hmm. That's interesting. Maybe I should convert to Islam.
I didn't know I had to take a history class. The class is "Diverse Cultures in America" which according to our syllabus, is supposed to be talking about the different sociological perspectives of race and diversity and cultures in America.
We have two weeks left after tonight. And so far we've spent every night talking about different races and cultures in America but nothing seems to be current. It's all about history and how these people came to assimilate into America, and the lack thereof. Doesn't help that there's only four of us in the class. Also the instructor is so behind the times! She's the first one I've had in all my four years of school that would not accept assignments via email. Everything must be printed and handed in. Not everyone has a printer or access to one.
Wow! This is probably the most current thing we've talked about in all of class! Political cartoons! Like I'm interested (*rolls eyes*) She's showing us an online game where you shoot Mexicans crossing the border. That's sad.
And isn't "ie." the abbreviation that means "example"? She uses "eg."
Ha ha we've been talking about skin color and race vs. ethnicity and I said that I used to be asked by strangers all the time if I was a boy or a girl. Cuz our instructor said strangers ask her all the time if her son is adopted or ask what he is because he has a darker complexion.
I don't want to know how many people were classified in the past! This isn't a history class!
There's really cool clouds outside. Wish she'd give us a break so I can go smoke and take pictures of it before it goes away.
Now we're talking about the census. Funniest thing about the 2010 census is that the government sent out a letter to inform everyone that they would be sending out the census!
"We say we're all equal and we say we all want to be treated equal, but we act differently." I hate everyone equally. That way I'm not racist and I don't discriminate.
Yay finally got a break and pictures of the cool clouds.
Pop quiz. Yay. I got like 2 right out of 10. I swear everything in this class goes right over my head.
I don't understand the Western and Eastern religions and ancestries of like from European descent and stuff. They didn't teach us about World Geography in school. We learned everything to know about the United States and the continents but barely studied anything about the countries on those continents outside of North America.
Does this instructor really have to smile after every other statement? Wow that's annoying. Now we're talking about Islam. Most in depth discussion about current culture and not history that we've had yet.
An hour and 15 minutes to go. Wow. 4 1/2 hour classes really suck. Most instructors don't keep us the full time. Most are done between 8:30 and 9, and we start at 5:30 pm. This is the first class I've had that's kept us til 10 every single week.
Hmm. That's interesting. Maybe I should convert to Islam.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
I'm Just Not Into It...
School.
This year.
Maybe its because I have to take summer classes. Which suck.
Or maybe because things aren't going so well for me in other places.
All I want to do is sleep.
I have no ambition to do my homework or reading assignments or even go to class anymore.
On the other hand, I'm not sure I want to even live in this area anymore.
I don't know what I want. The fact that I'll be 28 this year and haven't really done anything with my life so far is somewhat depressing. I feel like I'm a couple years behind. Like I shouldn't be 27 now. I feel like I should still be 23. Then again, my boyfriend left me because he thinks he's still 21 and doesn't know who he is.
It's like I don't have any motivation til this time of the day. It's 12:20 a.m. I've spent all day in my pajamas until about 7 tonight when the cable went out and I went for a walk. I am so not a morning person. And the school schedule changes every 8 weeks.
Why can't I just live? There's so much pressure on my generation to go to college and get a degree and have a career and be married and have a family and what not.... but some of us just aren't gonna do that.
Ok I'm totally lost at what I was gonna write tonight. I just don't know. That's the basis of it. I just don't know.
This year.
Maybe its because I have to take summer classes. Which suck.
Or maybe because things aren't going so well for me in other places.
All I want to do is sleep.
I have no ambition to do my homework or reading assignments or even go to class anymore.
On the other hand, I'm not sure I want to even live in this area anymore.
I don't know what I want. The fact that I'll be 28 this year and haven't really done anything with my life so far is somewhat depressing. I feel like I'm a couple years behind. Like I shouldn't be 27 now. I feel like I should still be 23. Then again, my boyfriend left me because he thinks he's still 21 and doesn't know who he is.
It's like I don't have any motivation til this time of the day. It's 12:20 a.m. I've spent all day in my pajamas until about 7 tonight when the cable went out and I went for a walk. I am so not a morning person. And the school schedule changes every 8 weeks.
Why can't I just live? There's so much pressure on my generation to go to college and get a degree and have a career and be married and have a family and what not.... but some of us just aren't gonna do that.
Ok I'm totally lost at what I was gonna write tonight. I just don't know. That's the basis of it. I just don't know.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Are Children Any Different Today?
Than they were, say... 50 years ago?
Our instructor asked us that in class tonight. At the end of class he said we could write a one page reaction paper on what we discussed in class tonight. I had been taking notes all through class and already planned on writing a blog about it.
He said what he didn't want us to do was be judgmental and blame the parents. I think that's a large cop-out. Yes, technology and toys kids have these days are much more prominent now than when we were kids, but is that part of the reason?
I remembered during class reading an article a couple summers ago when I was back home about where all the kids were. You can view that Letter to the Editor here.
While trying to find this story, I came across many other letters to the editor about how people were blaming the parents for their children's behavior. Yes, kids will be kids. My parents had told us both that between the two of us, they feel they have dealt with everything. No, Mom, we both could have been a lot worse.
I didn't get into trouble at school because I was too afraid of the second punishment I would receive when I got home. Double jeopardy! Back in the day (before my school days) teachers were allowed to crack a kid on the knuckles with a yardstick. The most they did when I was in elementary school was send you to the principal's office. We had a part time principal who was only there in the afternoons. He was at another school in the mornings. Also, he was so old he knew my parents so whenever I got sent to his office, he was cool. And I mostly got sent to his office in 5th and 6th grade for leaving my History book out in the hallway intentionally so I didn't have to sit through Ms. Dehlinger's class.
But home punishments were worse. Writing sentences and bible verses over and over again: Galations 6:1 Children obey your parents in the Lord for this is right.
I will not lie.
I will not steal.
25 times the first time. Doubled every time I got in trouble. 50. Then 100. then 200. I think I made it to 500 something before it was changed to something else.
Then again, not only was I afraid of the wrath of my parents, I was a scared little kid overall. I was afraid of everything. To the point where I never would be the first one to get out of the car, or the first one to go into the dark house upon getting home.
When we would go to church or up north for a weekend to Park Falls to visit Grandpa and the fam, I always made sure I took something of sentimental value with me so if the house spontaneously combusted while we were away, I wouldn't have lost everything.
I never put pictures or awards on the wall until late in my teen years because I was afraid of losing them to a house fire. I kept all my pictures and things like that in one drawer and thought if the house was on fire, that drawer would get tossed out the window with me.
I was afraid to get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom for fear that strange men would be peeking in the windows looking at me.
I hated thunderstorms and if there was even a chance of a storm forecast overnight, I would sleep on the floor in my parents bedroom, gradually moved to the floor outside their bedroom door, then eventually to the couch in the living room right next to their bedroom.
I was afraid to be outside after dark by myself.
I was afraid of the vacuum cleaner because I thought I would be sucked up into it.
We lived right next to the railroad tracks. So close that when trains came by the house would shake like there was an earthquake. It scared our visitors. I was afraid of the trains. If I was outside and heard one coming or the lights came on, I would run into the garage or onto the porch so the train couldn't see me.
Yeah I was a freakish little kid.
But anyways, when we were kids, MOM knew what we were up to before we got home. Can we say the same for nowadays? Have we evolved into the age where neighbors are more your enemy than your neighbors?
I think that depends on your neighborhood. The reason I like living where I do now is because the majority of people are very friendly; the island has that small town feel where anyone can strike up a conversation with anyone and become friends. For the most part. But it's a completely different setting in the inner city, or in rural areas where your closest neighbor is a few miles down the road.
We lived in a very tiny town as kids. We had a bank, post office, auto parts store, elementary school, little store and of course a bar that was connected to the store. Our house was connected to the post office; there was a wall between my parents bedroom and the mail room. We could hear the mail carts being rolled across the floor in the early morning and in the evening if the mail truck hit the cement loading area too hard the entire house would shake. The closest town was about 10 miles away. So most Wednesdays after school I would stay "up town" and go to the library or something and then meet my parents at church at 6. One time on the way home from church, Mom told me that someone had seen me walking on Main St in town with one of my friends and called her, asking if I had permission to be in town! I begged her and begged her to tell me who it was, but she never did.
And we had one lady in town who would walk around every night and talk to everyone.... so when she saw us outside or would come over she would fill us in on the news around town. We had a weekly county newspaper and the closest radio station at that time was 30 miles away. She was our real live "twitter"!
In class we also got into a conversation about vehicles: are they a necessity or a priority? Again, I think it depends on where you live. Where I grew up, yes it was a priority because everything in town (except the school) was locally owned and operated, so the closest work was in town a minimum of 10 miles away or to the city 30 miles or more in any direction. As Ashton Kuchter said in one episode of That 70s Show: "you don't need to die to get to a better place, you just need to drive 30 miles n any direction." The grocery store was 10 miles away. Church and upper level schools were 10 miles away. Decent work was more than 10 miles away. If we missed the school bus once in 7th grade, if you didn't have a car, you didn't go to school that day. The nearest gas station was 10 miles away. For emergencies, the local trucking/farming company would let us use his pump to buy gas, but only if he or his wife were home.
For me now, no a car is not a priority nor a necessity. Yes, it would be nice to have one again, but that's pretty much what influenced my major decision to move back up here to La Crosse from home last summer when my car blew up. Here in La Crosse I could find a job in the city and walk or ride bike or take the bus to school or work. Back home I would have to rely on someone else to get me to work and probably wouldn't have been able to get to school, considering that was 90 miles one way either to La Crosse or Madison....
My parents didn't buy me my first vehicle until I was 23. Their philosophy was "buy a car, then you can get your license." Not only that, it wasn't in the budget at all. On the other hand.... you need money to get a vehicle to get to work to get money to maintain and drive that vehicle!
We didn't have Playstations or cell phones or satellite TV or Internet when I was a kid. We were lucky to get 3 channels on the TV.
Our first microwave didn't even appear in our house until I was 15.
And the first air conditioner wasn't too far behind that.
The first computer around the time I was 14, which had nothing more than DOS and a typing program on it.
We doused each other with Super Soakers and played in the puddles in the rain.
We built tree forts and went black raspberry picking in the woods.
We rode our bikes all over town and went sledding on the hill in our backyard.
We threw rocks at the trains and put pennies on the railroad tracks.
Ideas of fun was shooting aluminum cans off the posts with Dad's wrist rocket, using train turds for ammo.
Mom called us inside by screaming our name from the screen door. Dark was our curfew (that sucked in the winter).
Our parents pushed us outside to play and wouldn't let us sit in the house.
We were allowed to watch an hour of TV after school (usually something on PBS or something like Full House which used to be on at 4) and TGIF on Friday nights, and 2 or 3 hours on Saturday nights.
Ice cream and soda in our house was a treat, once a week to once a month at the most.
Chores were switched off between cleaning the school bus that Dad drove and brought home and doing the dishes after dinner.
We fixed our own bikes and built our own race jumps and obstacle courses.
Our parents met our friends parents before we were allowed to go anywhere with them, and their address and phone numbers were always handy.
Sundays and Wednesday were reserved for church.
Leaving the house without a parent meant telling them where we were going, how long we were going to be gone, when we were going to be back, and who we were going to be with. If they weren't home, it meant leaving a note on the table where they would see it, even if we were just going to the store two doors away.
Any movie rated above PG had to be watched with a parent, if it was even allowed into the house at all. I tell ya, some things rated PG today would have been R back then!
Did a lot of this have to do with where we lived? Yes I think it did. We made our own fun, we didn't need someone to entertain us 24/7. We didn't dare tell my mother we were bored. Her remedy was sending us to scrub the bathroom floor on our hands and knees with a toothbrush. Dad's remedy was trying to get us to stand on our heads and gargle with peanut butter. And hey, I think we turned out OK.
So would things be different for kids today if we didn't have the internet and a TV in every bedroom and a DVR and everyone having a cell phone? I'm not sure. Minus that, I still think we're breeding a generation of laziness because that article I posted earlier is true. Where are all the children?
Our instructor asked us that in class tonight. At the end of class he said we could write a one page reaction paper on what we discussed in class tonight. I had been taking notes all through class and already planned on writing a blog about it.
He said what he didn't want us to do was be judgmental and blame the parents. I think that's a large cop-out. Yes, technology and toys kids have these days are much more prominent now than when we were kids, but is that part of the reason?
I remembered during class reading an article a couple summers ago when I was back home about where all the kids were. You can view that Letter to the Editor here.
While trying to find this story, I came across many other letters to the editor about how people were blaming the parents for their children's behavior. Yes, kids will be kids. My parents had told us both that between the two of us, they feel they have dealt with everything. No, Mom, we both could have been a lot worse.
I didn't get into trouble at school because I was too afraid of the second punishment I would receive when I got home. Double jeopardy! Back in the day (before my school days) teachers were allowed to crack a kid on the knuckles with a yardstick. The most they did when I was in elementary school was send you to the principal's office. We had a part time principal who was only there in the afternoons. He was at another school in the mornings. Also, he was so old he knew my parents so whenever I got sent to his office, he was cool. And I mostly got sent to his office in 5th and 6th grade for leaving my History book out in the hallway intentionally so I didn't have to sit through Ms. Dehlinger's class.
But home punishments were worse. Writing sentences and bible verses over and over again: Galations 6:1 Children obey your parents in the Lord for this is right.
I will not lie.
I will not steal.
25 times the first time. Doubled every time I got in trouble. 50. Then 100. then 200. I think I made it to 500 something before it was changed to something else.
Then again, not only was I afraid of the wrath of my parents, I was a scared little kid overall. I was afraid of everything. To the point where I never would be the first one to get out of the car, or the first one to go into the dark house upon getting home.
When we would go to church or up north for a weekend to Park Falls to visit Grandpa and the fam, I always made sure I took something of sentimental value with me so if the house spontaneously combusted while we were away, I wouldn't have lost everything.
I never put pictures or awards on the wall until late in my teen years because I was afraid of losing them to a house fire. I kept all my pictures and things like that in one drawer and thought if the house was on fire, that drawer would get tossed out the window with me.
I was afraid to get up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom for fear that strange men would be peeking in the windows looking at me.
I hated thunderstorms and if there was even a chance of a storm forecast overnight, I would sleep on the floor in my parents bedroom, gradually moved to the floor outside their bedroom door, then eventually to the couch in the living room right next to their bedroom.
I was afraid to be outside after dark by myself.
I was afraid of the vacuum cleaner because I thought I would be sucked up into it.
We lived right next to the railroad tracks. So close that when trains came by the house would shake like there was an earthquake. It scared our visitors. I was afraid of the trains. If I was outside and heard one coming or the lights came on, I would run into the garage or onto the porch so the train couldn't see me.
Yeah I was a freakish little kid.
But anyways, when we were kids, MOM knew what we were up to before we got home. Can we say the same for nowadays? Have we evolved into the age where neighbors are more your enemy than your neighbors?
I think that depends on your neighborhood. The reason I like living where I do now is because the majority of people are very friendly; the island has that small town feel where anyone can strike up a conversation with anyone and become friends. For the most part. But it's a completely different setting in the inner city, or in rural areas where your closest neighbor is a few miles down the road.
We lived in a very tiny town as kids. We had a bank, post office, auto parts store, elementary school, little store and of course a bar that was connected to the store. Our house was connected to the post office; there was a wall between my parents bedroom and the mail room. We could hear the mail carts being rolled across the floor in the early morning and in the evening if the mail truck hit the cement loading area too hard the entire house would shake. The closest town was about 10 miles away. So most Wednesdays after school I would stay "up town" and go to the library or something and then meet my parents at church at 6. One time on the way home from church, Mom told me that someone had seen me walking on Main St in town with one of my friends and called her, asking if I had permission to be in town! I begged her and begged her to tell me who it was, but she never did.
And we had one lady in town who would walk around every night and talk to everyone.... so when she saw us outside or would come over she would fill us in on the news around town. We had a weekly county newspaper and the closest radio station at that time was 30 miles away. She was our real live "twitter"!
In class we also got into a conversation about vehicles: are they a necessity or a priority? Again, I think it depends on where you live. Where I grew up, yes it was a priority because everything in town (except the school) was locally owned and operated, so the closest work was in town a minimum of 10 miles away or to the city 30 miles or more in any direction. As Ashton Kuchter said in one episode of That 70s Show: "you don't need to die to get to a better place, you just need to drive 30 miles n any direction." The grocery store was 10 miles away. Church and upper level schools were 10 miles away. Decent work was more than 10 miles away. If we missed the school bus once in 7th grade, if you didn't have a car, you didn't go to school that day. The nearest gas station was 10 miles away. For emergencies, the local trucking/farming company would let us use his pump to buy gas, but only if he or his wife were home.
For me now, no a car is not a priority nor a necessity. Yes, it would be nice to have one again, but that's pretty much what influenced my major decision to move back up here to La Crosse from home last summer when my car blew up. Here in La Crosse I could find a job in the city and walk or ride bike or take the bus to school or work. Back home I would have to rely on someone else to get me to work and probably wouldn't have been able to get to school, considering that was 90 miles one way either to La Crosse or Madison....
My parents didn't buy me my first vehicle until I was 23. Their philosophy was "buy a car, then you can get your license." Not only that, it wasn't in the budget at all. On the other hand.... you need money to get a vehicle to get to work to get money to maintain and drive that vehicle!
We didn't have Playstations or cell phones or satellite TV or Internet when I was a kid. We were lucky to get 3 channels on the TV.
Our first microwave didn't even appear in our house until I was 15.
And the first air conditioner wasn't too far behind that.
The first computer around the time I was 14, which had nothing more than DOS and a typing program on it.
We doused each other with Super Soakers and played in the puddles in the rain.
We built tree forts and went black raspberry picking in the woods.
We rode our bikes all over town and went sledding on the hill in our backyard.
We threw rocks at the trains and put pennies on the railroad tracks.
Ideas of fun was shooting aluminum cans off the posts with Dad's wrist rocket, using train turds for ammo.
Mom called us inside by screaming our name from the screen door. Dark was our curfew (that sucked in the winter).
Our parents pushed us outside to play and wouldn't let us sit in the house.
We were allowed to watch an hour of TV after school (usually something on PBS or something like Full House which used to be on at 4) and TGIF on Friday nights, and 2 or 3 hours on Saturday nights.
Ice cream and soda in our house was a treat, once a week to once a month at the most.
Chores were switched off between cleaning the school bus that Dad drove and brought home and doing the dishes after dinner.
We fixed our own bikes and built our own race jumps and obstacle courses.
Our parents met our friends parents before we were allowed to go anywhere with them, and their address and phone numbers were always handy.
Sundays and Wednesday were reserved for church.
Leaving the house without a parent meant telling them where we were going, how long we were going to be gone, when we were going to be back, and who we were going to be with. If they weren't home, it meant leaving a note on the table where they would see it, even if we were just going to the store two doors away.
Any movie rated above PG had to be watched with a parent, if it was even allowed into the house at all. I tell ya, some things rated PG today would have been R back then!
Did a lot of this have to do with where we lived? Yes I think it did. We made our own fun, we didn't need someone to entertain us 24/7. We didn't dare tell my mother we were bored. Her remedy was sending us to scrub the bathroom floor on our hands and knees with a toothbrush. Dad's remedy was trying to get us to stand on our heads and gargle with peanut butter. And hey, I think we turned out OK.
So would things be different for kids today if we didn't have the internet and a TV in every bedroom and a DVR and everyone having a cell phone? I'm not sure. Minus that, I still think we're breeding a generation of laziness because that article I posted earlier is true. Where are all the children?
Sunday, June 5, 2011
This Isn't Justice!
Memorial Day weekend was freakin nuts!
We went out for karaoke Friday night. As usual. We go home and what not, it's pouring rain outside, I feel like going for a walk. So I do.
I find a local park to sit in and I'm on the phone. The parks here on the island don't have closing hours on them as the ones in the city do. I've been told in the past that if I'm going to be out wandering around after I've been drinking, then go hang out in a park so I don't get hit by a car or the PD doesn't get phone calls about me. Granted, the island does not have a public intox ordinance or anything like that either as does the city.
So I'm sitting in the park talking on my phone. Not being loud, disruptive, anything like that. 2 deputies pull up to me and the first thing they say is "get in the car or you're going to jail." I end the phone call and get up and get in the car, they drive me home.
The one walks me into my apartment to make sure I get inside okay, and they leave. I strip off my wet clothes right in the living room, and then there's a knock on the door. I open it far enough to stick my head out and see the same two deputies standing there.
They ask me to come out into the hallway so they can speak to me. I replied "I'm naked" and the one hands me a piece of paper through the door. Says "there's your ticket for disorderly conduct. Court dates on the top." And they walk away.
I shrug it off and go to bed. I would think about it later.
So when I wake up I try my darndest to figure out why I got this ticket. By WI law, DC is defined as
947.01 Disorderly conduct. Whoever, in a public or private place, engages in violent, abusive, indecent, profane, boisterous, unreasonably loud or otherwise disorderly conduct under circumstances in which the conduct tends to cause or provoke a disturbance is guilty of a Class B misdemeanor.
I was doing none of the above. I was simply sitting in the park, talking on the phone. I got there on my own; I could've gotten home on my own. Not only that, the deputies made nothing clear to me as to why they were called, why they were there, why they insisted on taking me home or to jail, and why I got the citation.
So I decided I would wait until Tuesday and make a visit to the Sheriff's Department to obtain a copy of the report explaining the reasoning behind their decision.
Monday night I'm outside grilling out our Memorial Day meal and one of my neighbors from across the street calls me and asks me to come over. I talked to her for about 20 minutes before I went over there, had to finish up cooking, and then I said I would come over. I'm not there 5 minutes and there's a knock on the door.
Look out the window (she had her AC on and windows and blinds closed) and there's a squad car sitting outside. Greeeeeaaaaaaaat.
Officer Carley said he was taking her to jail because the douchebag ex boyfriend of hers who is a dickwad and lives a couple buildings down accused her of yelling profanities out the window at him as he walked past her apartment. Then he sees me.
And accuses me of hearing it on my scanner that I heard he was on his way to her apartment and I came over to "warn her" so he could be taking me to jail also for "interfering with a police investigation."
Because he doesn't know her and thought she would run. She's handicapped, she can't run. I was outside grillin and smoking, And my scanner wasn't even on because it annoys my roommates.
And this moron who accused her of this also doesn't know what he's talking about. Because her AC had been on all day, she had been sleeping before I called her, and he claimed it happened an hour before the cops arrived. He also called Animal Control on her the week before claiming she abuses and neglects her cat. I can't wait til this idiot moves out of the apartment trailer park.
So she gets arrested and I go home. I'm slightly pissed. My roommate is over at the other neighbors house and I go over there to tell her what happened and she drags me away from his place saying he wants nothing to do with me because he thinks I called the cops on his neighbor Thursday night. Yeh, this creepy guy who sits in his window and spies on my apartment all day and tells everyone else what I'm up to and that I'm a lesbian and nothing but a "cop caller."
But I DID hear that call go out on the scanner Thursday night. And it was someone in the 1600 block of our street who called him in, we live at the end of the 1700 block. This guy is our Friday ngiht entertainment. When he gets drunk he likes to yell and cuss out everything and anyone around him. But whatever, I don't care what this guy thinks of me.
That's life in the Apartment Trailer Park.
So Tuesday I go down to the Sheriff's Department to see if I can get a copy of the report. The secretary told me since it was the holiday weekend they were backed up on reports but she would look and see if one was done yet. She comes back and says "it doesn't appear he did a report." Not that it wasn't done yet, that there wasn't one at all.
So I ask to speak with a commanding officer. She goes back and returns a few minutes later and tells me the road Sgt is out and not near downtown so she would have him call me. I gave her my name and number and I'm still waiting for a phone call.
I think my next step is to go file a complaint against this particular deputy. Nothing else is going anywhere. It was completely unprofessional the way the whole situation was handled. Whether or not they know who I am, they have no reason to treat me that way. The officers are supposed to take the circumstances of each individual call into perspective, not treat you like a piece of trash because of prior contacts and incidents.
We went out for karaoke Friday night. As usual. We go home and what not, it's pouring rain outside, I feel like going for a walk. So I do.
I find a local park to sit in and I'm on the phone. The parks here on the island don't have closing hours on them as the ones in the city do. I've been told in the past that if I'm going to be out wandering around after I've been drinking, then go hang out in a park so I don't get hit by a car or the PD doesn't get phone calls about me. Granted, the island does not have a public intox ordinance or anything like that either as does the city.
So I'm sitting in the park talking on my phone. Not being loud, disruptive, anything like that. 2 deputies pull up to me and the first thing they say is "get in the car or you're going to jail." I end the phone call and get up and get in the car, they drive me home.
The one walks me into my apartment to make sure I get inside okay, and they leave. I strip off my wet clothes right in the living room, and then there's a knock on the door. I open it far enough to stick my head out and see the same two deputies standing there.
They ask me to come out into the hallway so they can speak to me. I replied "I'm naked" and the one hands me a piece of paper through the door. Says "there's your ticket for disorderly conduct. Court dates on the top." And they walk away.
I shrug it off and go to bed. I would think about it later.
So when I wake up I try my darndest to figure out why I got this ticket. By WI law, DC is defined as
947.01 Disorderly conduct. Whoever, in a public or private place, engages in violent, abusive, indecent, profane, boisterous, unreasonably loud or otherwise disorderly conduct under circumstances in which the conduct tends to cause or provoke a disturbance is guilty of a Class B misdemeanor.
I was doing none of the above. I was simply sitting in the park, talking on the phone. I got there on my own; I could've gotten home on my own. Not only that, the deputies made nothing clear to me as to why they were called, why they were there, why they insisted on taking me home or to jail, and why I got the citation.
So I decided I would wait until Tuesday and make a visit to the Sheriff's Department to obtain a copy of the report explaining the reasoning behind their decision.
Monday night I'm outside grilling out our Memorial Day meal and one of my neighbors from across the street calls me and asks me to come over. I talked to her for about 20 minutes before I went over there, had to finish up cooking, and then I said I would come over. I'm not there 5 minutes and there's a knock on the door.
Look out the window (she had her AC on and windows and blinds closed) and there's a squad car sitting outside. Greeeeeaaaaaaaat.
Officer Carley said he was taking her to jail because the douchebag ex boyfriend of hers who is a dickwad and lives a couple buildings down accused her of yelling profanities out the window at him as he walked past her apartment. Then he sees me.
And accuses me of hearing it on my scanner that I heard he was on his way to her apartment and I came over to "warn her" so he could be taking me to jail also for "interfering with a police investigation."
Because he doesn't know her and thought she would run. She's handicapped, she can't run. I was outside grillin and smoking, And my scanner wasn't even on because it annoys my roommates.
And this moron who accused her of this also doesn't know what he's talking about. Because her AC had been on all day, she had been sleeping before I called her, and he claimed it happened an hour before the cops arrived. He also called Animal Control on her the week before claiming she abuses and neglects her cat. I can't wait til this idiot moves out of the apartment trailer park.
So she gets arrested and I go home. I'm slightly pissed. My roommate is over at the other neighbors house and I go over there to tell her what happened and she drags me away from his place saying he wants nothing to do with me because he thinks I called the cops on his neighbor Thursday night. Yeh, this creepy guy who sits in his window and spies on my apartment all day and tells everyone else what I'm up to and that I'm a lesbian and nothing but a "cop caller."
But I DID hear that call go out on the scanner Thursday night. And it was someone in the 1600 block of our street who called him in, we live at the end of the 1700 block. This guy is our Friday ngiht entertainment. When he gets drunk he likes to yell and cuss out everything and anyone around him. But whatever, I don't care what this guy thinks of me.
That's life in the Apartment Trailer Park.
So Tuesday I go down to the Sheriff's Department to see if I can get a copy of the report. The secretary told me since it was the holiday weekend they were backed up on reports but she would look and see if one was done yet. She comes back and says "it doesn't appear he did a report." Not that it wasn't done yet, that there wasn't one at all.
So I ask to speak with a commanding officer. She goes back and returns a few minutes later and tells me the road Sgt is out and not near downtown so she would have him call me. I gave her my name and number and I'm still waiting for a phone call.
I think my next step is to go file a complaint against this particular deputy. Nothing else is going anywhere. It was completely unprofessional the way the whole situation was handled. Whether or not they know who I am, they have no reason to treat me that way. The officers are supposed to take the circumstances of each individual call into perspective, not treat you like a piece of trash because of prior contacts and incidents.
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