Jennifer McKenzie

Romance--Boy meets girl. Romantic Suspense--Boy meets girl with dead bodies.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Grrrrrrrrrr! *Watch out for biting Mommy*

Wow! Looks like this is going to be another rant blog. *Shrugs*. It's unintentional, I promise.

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As you can see, I did get some work done on "Rough Seas". And while I was pounding away on the keyboard, you won't believe what happened.

My childcare options this summer have been Justin, my best friend's 19 year old son. He loves the kids and does a great job. He and his friend, Nick, were driving my boys to the river to swim. So, tooling down the main blvd in Fortuna, not speeding or weaving or anything, a cop pulls them over. When asked why? There was a pedestrian possibly going to cross the road (apparently no crosswalk, but in CA. they have the right of way).
OK. I get it. There's no profiling of course, but when two teenage boys are driving around..... I get it. BUT, the following actions were, IMHO, totally unacceptable. They asked question after question. Who owns the car. Are you smoking pot. Where are you going. Justin told them they could search the car. Now, at this point, I believe the cops should have called me to get my kids. But no, they (there were three cops now for these "dangerous" criminals) searched the car (which was my best friend's SUV and has pissed HER off) in front of my children. They proceeded to search Justin's friend in front of my kids. I am EXTREMELY unhappy about this. I've taught my kids to respect cops but when they see this kind of arbitrary action what will they learn?
Perhaps I'm overreacting, and I could see this action if Justin was a known drug user or something. The excuse given? The police recieved a tip that Justin and his friend were in Eureka getting drugs and selling them to kids in Fortuna. Not true, since I knew he'd been home all morning.
So the "Biting Mommy" in me comes out. You can mess with me, but don't mess with my kids. Oh I'm aware that drug users drive around with their kids in the car all the time, but once those cops found out these weren't Justin's, I deserved a damn phone call.
I'm taking my only option and filing a complaint. I'm pretty sure they didn't do anything wrong, but it still seems pretty screwed up. I'm willing to admit that most of the time when a cop pulls over a teenager, they find something. But once they didn't, I'd expect an apology, something, to let the "victim" know it was a bad tip or something. Nothing. *Sigh*.
This on top of broken plumbing, last minute birthday parties, psycho dog, and busy,busy week heading into busy weekend has just about put me over the edge.
I just remember. "It's all fodder for future books."
I'm going to get some writing done if it kills me, though. It's the one thing that I can sort of control at this point.
Just keep writing....just keep writing.....just keep writing.

posted at 7:07 AM by Jennifer ::
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