I think I have become a recluse

I am not sure how it happened. I used to run the roads every time I had a chance. Now, maybe the cost of gas, maybe my love for the computer, but I have no desire to leave my little nest. Here, I can talk to friends and family, share stories and pictures, play games all in the comfort of my living room, hot cup of coffee in hand. I love my little nest in the woods. Daily when I am not working I go for a walk in the woods, just to see what I can see. Then back to my little nest. I work four days in a row from can't see to can't see, so no walk on those days. I leave at a little after four in the morning and don't return till after seven at night. When I work, that is all I do, work and sleep for four days. My days off I should go visit someone, or do something fun, but I don't. I just stay home and watch the days go by. Hmmmm.........Maybe I will go to the river today. That would be a good idea. I will give that some more thought. LOL...

unit lockdown consequences

Unit lockdown consequences

The state of Texas went on lockdown. A prisoner from death row called a senator with a cell phone smuggled in by a dirty officer. Not good. He told the senator the names and addresses of his daughter and that if he did not get a visit with his mom he had gang members on the out side that would harm them. The senator talked to him several times. Each time the guards would search his cell and look for the cell phone, and could find nothing. The senator arranged for his mother to be flown to Texas and as soon as she arrived in Texas she called on her cell phone. Officers at Polunsky where death row is located went to his cell and sure enough, he was on the phone with his mom. They got the phone, then arrested his mom. They ordered a state wide lock down and searched all the units. Hundreds of cell phones were found. We found three at my unit. Anyway, now the offenders are up and in the dayrooms again rather then confined to their cells. They are in a nasty mood. The black eyes are everywhere. Two fights on the afternoon of my Friday. They are being very aggressive. We are now pat searched and run a metal detector over us, our shoes off, and everything out of our pockets. I hope it helps. Our cars are searched every morning upon entering the unit. It is all a pain in the you know where, but if it helps keep the officers honest, I say go for it. It takes about half an hour wait to get into the unit as they search our cars. Not fun. Also, there has been a lot less smoking so maybe it is making the dirty bosses notice. That makes the Offenders uneasy too.

Ok, now what

Obama won, and I can deal with that. I believe God appoints the kings. Tomorrow I go back to work where most of my friends are black, and they will be celebrating his win. They say he has promised them each 2000 dollars before Christmas. I don't know where he is going to get the money, but it should be interesting. I am proud of my country for voting for a black. I am glad for the blacks that they have a person in the top seat of the country. It will be good for them to feel more a part of this country that has put them down so badly. For them I am happy. For me, I will just trust in the Lord with all my heart and lean not to my own understanding. I am still an American and I am still proud of my country. I am an American born and bred and no matter what, I will pray for my leaders. I am not required to like them, only pray for them. So to all you McCain supporters, I am sorry your guy lost. To all you Obama supporters, I am happy for you. And to my God, thank you for the peace I feel. I love you Lord with all my heart and I know you have a plan. I will trust in your plan and not be afraid. Thank you Lord for my peace that passeth all understanding.

My little Angels

God has put angels in my life. I work at a job that a lot to men can not do. I wear a gray drab uniform and were combat boots. Yep that is right, combat boots and there is a real combat going on in prison. It looks on the surface as though it is the good inmates verses the bad, but the truth is it is good verses evil. There are a lot of Christian inmates and a lot of Satan worshipers. We have gangs that hate each other, the Arian Brotherhood, the Bloods, The Crips and many more. It is a melting pot of good and evil. One of the AB’s threaten one of the White Nights last week and we had to do a life endangerment, and lock the threatened one up for his safety. It is always drama at work. Anyway I got home and was browsing through my pictures and saw my little angels and all was well in my world. My little angels are my children, their spouses and my grandchildren and my sweet husband Terry. I get home and all is well with my world. There is a song about kisses from heaven and that is what it feels like when I get home. Like God is sending me kisses from heaven. I know I ramble, but my life is two different worlds. I know I make a difference at work. If I did not believe that I would change jobs, and I think that is why God has sent the angels into my life. Life is good. I have never been so happy. Thank you Jesus for all my Angels and all the kisses you send to me.

Life is good and God keeps me safe



Ok, a few months ago, an inmate threatened me and tdcj in their wisdom did nothing about it. I feel this inmate is a threat and should be locked up. Well last week this inmate attacked another officer and hit him in the eye. They took the inmate down and he did not look so good when they were through. He will now be locked up in ad-seg where he can not be around anyone without hand cuffs on. He will be in his cell 22 hours a day, only coming out for recreation for two hours a day. I am so glad. I knew this inmate was a threat to me and I still had to work with him almost every day. I pray for my safety ever day, and my God has not failed me yet. I feel so much safer now with him locked down. Thank you Jesus for keeping me safe in an environment that is far from safe.

Yesterday was not good

Yesterday I was on a building that nothing worked. No speakers, no remote, and so hot and smelly. It is strange, we spend so much money on prisons but then we don't keep them up. All offenders are supposed to have access to there cells once an hour. You do what is called an in and an out. You walk door to door putting all the inmates that want in there cell into their cell, then you start over going door to door letting them all out. It takes from fifteen to twenty minutes. That is not a hard thing to do. Once an hour you bring the remote from tv to tv. The inmates stay pretty calm on the wings even in 100 plus weather if they are given what they are supposed to have. Well, with no speakers, any offender called out for anything you have to walk up and down stairs door to door to find and inmates are called out all day long. Needless to say the inmates did not get all the ins and outs they were supposed to. There was no time. Add to that we had no remote on the building and I had to leave my building and walk about a block to get a remote from another building and then walk back to return it. They got very few channel checks either. Add to that in my morning shake down where we search the common area for contraband, I found there stash of about five gallons on wine. There hated that. It was about ready to drink. I got called every name they could think of. Add to that a picket boss who was trying to read a book and not open doors for us. It made for a very stressful day. Some days it is hard to maintain you Christian attitude. Yesterday was on of them.

Steve

While working the the kitchen in the prison, I had and inmate Steve who was a Satan worshiper. A fellow Christian officer and I were always telling him about Jesus, and how much he was loved. He told me his mother was a prostitute and he did not know who his father was. I looked him up online to see what he was in for and he was in for robbery. Not too bad of a crime. Anyway, he thought it was fun to shock people with saying, "I am a bastard, and my mom is a prostitute." It did get attention. After witnessing to him for over a year, I left the kitchen and went back to the buildings to work. One day Steve walked up to me and said he was converted. I am like, "What does that mean Steve?" "I know God is real and Jesus is alive in my heart!" he replied. Wow! I was so happy. Now Steve is covered with Satanic tattoos, but his heart is alive in the Lord. He got baptized a couple weeks ago, and came out of the water with a loud shout, both hands in the air, "YES!" He is so excited about his walk with the Lord. Good things do happen in prison. Maybe he had to go there to find the Lord. He now knows who his father is. Praise God.