Jail Bird

Well, it finally happened. I got thrown in the slammer. Amazingly enough it wasn't anything I did, I asked for it. Our neighbor Theresa is the best 911 dispatcher Fort Collins has. Her stories are amazing!! Last year she offered us a tour of our new police department, we finally did it. She even ranted about a padded cell for the crazies, and the moms who had enough. Ha. After going to lunch and learning more about our native Nebraska farm girl, we went to jail!

Wow, no mattresses? Nope, you aren't supposed to enjoy being there Reagan.

Tough guy near the johns.

Larimer County's Most Wanted

Most Wanted Juvenile Male (JM2)

Most Wanted Juvenile Female (JF1)

Hey, you do the crime you do the time... with the door open,

this one would have flipped if we closed it!

The Sargent who gave us the tour asked if I wanted to be locked in. Sure.

Then I got in and did a nervous little dance saying,

You're really going to let me out, right?

Not an Adult Male, but still busted!!

Right under the window is that patented little slot for my tray of food to get slid through. The kids were expecting the old jail bars, times have changed.

What a fun time. After the cells, interrogation rooms, and Breathalyzers we went up to the 911 call center. It was an intricate trail of computers and phones. It was so interesting to learn some of the ins and outs of such an important job. One of the men typed in our address to see how they can find us instantly, pretty cool to see it pop up so fast. 

One fun bit of information was that the dispatchers call rush hour, crush hour. Just think, now instead of a cop happening upon a wreck, you get 9,000 cell phone calls reporting it to 911. Yikes!

Here is to hoping our kids never enter JM1 or JF2, and that this mom stays out of the padded cell!