Camping Photos Part Two

Camping Photos Part One

We had a wonderful time camping this weekend at Pearrygin Lake. The weather was beautiful, the kids had a blast running wild. We did a little fishing, explored the town of Winthrop, kids rode bikes, roasted smores. Relaxed!!!! It was great.

Getting Out Of Dodge

I am headed to the east side of the state to beautiful Spokane. An all expense paid trip courtesy of Rivercom. Well...It's training, but that's OK. I am kinda excited for the class. I have heard from many that it's a great class. I was reading the flyer this morning and it said the purpose of the class was " to avoid becoming cynical, angry and self destructive." Hmmmm, hope it's not to late. Just kidding. I am always up for a road trip no matter what the purpose. Weather is great, I have my mp3 player loaded up and ready to go. See ya!

Happy National Telecommunicator Week

A Tribute To Dispatchers

By Chief Thomas Wagoner
Loveland (Colo.) Police Department

Someone once asked me if I thought that answering telephones for a living was a profession. I said, "I thought it was a calling."

And so is dispatching. I have found in my law enforcement career that dispatchers are the unsung heroes of public safety. They miss the excitement of riding in a speeding car with lights flashing and sirens wailing. They can only hear of the bright orange flames leaping from a burning building. They do not get to see the joy on the face of worried parents as they see their child begin breathing on its own, after it has been given CPR.

Dispatchers sit in darkened rooms looking at computer screens and talking to voices from faces they never see. It's like reading a lot of books, but only half of each one.

Dispatchers connect the anxious conversations of terrified victims, angry informants, suicidal citizens and grouchy officers. They are the calming influence of all of them-the quiet, competent voices in the night that provide the pillars for the bridges of sanity and safety. They are expected to gather information from highly agitated people who can't remember where they live, what their name is, or what they just saw. And then, they are to calmly provide all that information to the officers, firefighters, or paramedics without error the first time and every time.

Dispatchers are expected to be able to do five things at once-and do them well. While questioning a frantic caller, they must type the information into a computer, tip off another dispatcher, put another caller on hold, and listen to an officer run a plate for a parking problem. To miss the plate numbers is to raise the officer's ire; to miss the caller's information may be to endanger the same officer's life. But, the officer will never understand that.

Dispatchers have two constant companions, other dispatchers and stress. They depend on one, and try to ignore the other. they are chastened by upset callers, taken for granted by the public, and criticized by the officers. The rewards they get are inexpensive and infrequent, except for the satisfaction they feel at the end of a shift, having done what they were expected to do.

Dispatchers come in all shapes and sizes, all races, both sexes, and all ages. They are blondes, and brunettes, and redheads. They are quiet and outgoing, single, or married, plain, beautiful, or handsome. No two are alike, yet they are all the same.

They are people who were selected in a difficult hiring process to do an impossible job. They are as different as snowflakes, but they have one thing in common. They care about people and they enjoy being the lifeline of society-that steady voice in a storm-the one who knows how to handle every emergency and does it with style and grace; and, uncompromised competence.

Dispatchers play many roles: therapist, doctor, lawyer, teacher, weatherman, guidance counselor, psychologist, priest, secretary, supervisor, politician, and reporter. And few people must jump through the emotional hoops on the trip through the joy of one caller's birthday party, to the fear of another caller's burglary in progress, to the anger of a neighbor blocked in their drive, and back to the birthday caller all in a two-minute time frame. The emotional rollercoaster rolls to a stop after an 8 or 10 hour shift, and they are expected to walk down to their car with steady feet and no queasiness in their stomach-because they are dispatchers. If they hold it in, they are too closed. If they talk about it, they are a whiner. If it bothers them, it adds more stress. If it doesn't, they question themselves, wondering why.

Dispatchers are expected to have:

the compassion of Mother Theresa
the wisdom of Solomon
the interviewing skills of Oprah Winfrey
the gentleness of Florence Nightingale
the patience of Job
the voice of Barbara Streisand
the knowledge of Einstein
the answers of Ann Landers
the humor of David Letterman
the investigative skills of Sgt. Joe Friday
the looks of Melanie Griffith or Don Johnson
the faith of Billy Graham
the energy of Charo
and the endurance of the Energizer Bunny
Is it any wonder that many drop out during training? It is a unique and talented person who can do this job and do it well. And, it is fitting and proper that we take a few minutes or hours this week to honor you for the job that each of you do. That recognition is overdue and it is insufficient. But, it is sincere.

I have tried to do your job, and I have failed. It takes a special person with unique skills. I admire you and I thank you for the thankless job you do. You are heroes, and I am proud to work with you.

[This piece was written by Chief Wagoner in 1994 in connection with National Telecommunicator Week. He has graciously allowed us to post it here, and gives others permission to use it for non-commercial purposes.]

What have we been up to?

T-ball, horseback riding, swinging, sunshine, playing, running, jumping, being happy.......

Happy Easter

We had a great Easter this year. The kids woke up early to find the Easter bunny had left a trail of marshmallows leading to their baskets. I think they ate the whole trail. What a sugar high to start the day! Next it was off to church, then Easter dinner at my mom and dads. We had a small little egg hunt in the front yard. Simple times yet wonderful memories.

April Already??? Really?!?!

My blossoming photographer friend (Nicole Conner) took these pictures of me, it was kinda weird being on the other side of the of the camera for once. It was a great experience. I am not sure what to do with the pictures but maybe someday I will look back and be glad I had them done.

Oh my poor neglected blog.... Life seems to be going at a whirlwind pace lately. Work, kids, t-ball, horseback riding, an occasional workout, housework, house projects. You know the usual. It is spring break this week. I wasn't able to get the week off so it's kids home and mommy trying to sleep. It works out OK. Not ideal but hey it's only a week. While I slept today Emilee folded laundry, Cody mopped the floor. They are such sweet children, they really do try so hard to make me happy. Yesterday Cody surprised his big sister with breakfast in bed. Apple Jacks cereal, orange juice and a banana. He is so considerate. I love that about him.
I picked Caitlyn up today from daycare and she informed me that her best friend Ally was no longer her friend. Apparently Ally called Cailtyn a baby. I couldn't help but laugh a little, typical girl behavior. She is two and I am almost thirty and yet I can relate so well.
I have been busy getting home projects that have been neglected over the past two years caught up on. Lots and lots of painting, yard work and some deep cleaning. It's exhausting. Hoping the house will sparkle, and maybe attract a buyer if I decide to list it???
So that's the general gist of whats going on. At least all that is worth sharing. Pray for me. I seem to be stuck in a place in which nothing seems to be the right decision. It's rough but I am surrounded by love. What else matters right? K- I will check back a bitter sooner. I hope.