My friend Nancy got the job she wanted yesterday! I'm so very happy for her and her husband Jeff. They're the Godparents to our kids and thoroughly wonderful people.
Nancy was in a job that she hated. Not because of the job itself but because of her boss. I can certainly understand that feeling....TRUST ME.
But now things are getting better for her and her husband. And it couldn't happen to nicer people.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Don't You Hate...
Getting something for yourself(presumably)to enjoy, only to have it usurped by a family member?
Not that I have all the time in the world to fritter away on my Xbox 360 but I'm highly peeved. I searched high and low for Guitar Hero II(it's a big seller and goes fast), a great game....or so I'm told. I just haven't been able to get close to it all friggin day today.
Reason? My wife has been playing it pretty much non-stop.
While I've been relegated to sitting in front of my laptop. Since the weather sucked today, I couldn't take the boys outside and mess around with them.
It's completely ruined what enjoyment I was hoping to get out of it.
Yeah, I'm petty and pathetic. So what? Can't a guy have some things just to himself?
Crap.
Not that I have all the time in the world to fritter away on my Xbox 360 but I'm highly peeved. I searched high and low for Guitar Hero II(it's a big seller and goes fast), a great game....or so I'm told. I just haven't been able to get close to it all friggin day today.
Reason? My wife has been playing it pretty much non-stop.
While I've been relegated to sitting in front of my laptop. Since the weather sucked today, I couldn't take the boys outside and mess around with them.
It's completely ruined what enjoyment I was hoping to get out of it.
Yeah, I'm petty and pathetic. So what? Can't a guy have some things just to himself?
Crap.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
The Smell of....
Another smoky fire. Excuse me, another EXTREMELY smoky fire and I come back to the station reeking of woodsmoke. Yes, it's a smell reminiscent of camping out and it brings back good memories but I smell like I was hoisted on a spit and rotated slowly for hours, but not basted in my own juices.
Wherever I went, I left an stagnant odor. Even being sprayed down with Lysol air freshener didn't help. Earlier, driving back from the fire, I had both windows down in the live truck, trying to blow the stink off of me or at least air out the truck so the next person wouldn't have to tolerate the smell being stuck in the truck through the day. I tried as best as I could but I couldn't take too much of the 20 degree air plowing into my face. When I went to pick up my youngest at his pre-school, his teacher wrinkled her nose and looked at me, her face asking a question without vocalizing it.
As the day wore on and I came home from work, a shower was the first thing on my mind. As the Dial soap started to take some of the smell away, I started to think. Yes I know, a dangerous thing. But getting back to my thoughts, I sort of see what I went through as a badge of honor in my chosen profession. Whom else runs to a fire scene except the emergency workers and us? Lookie Lous do also but aside from their morbidity, we're there next to the fire, police and rescue units doing our job.
It's a smell that regular people hardly ever come back to work smelling like. Maybe that's a good thing. But I guess I'll choose to wear it as a badge of honor for my chosen profession.
I'll still complain about coughing up black crap. That's just annoying.
Wherever I went, I left an stagnant odor. Even being sprayed down with Lysol air freshener didn't help. Earlier, driving back from the fire, I had both windows down in the live truck, trying to blow the stink off of me or at least air out the truck so the next person wouldn't have to tolerate the smell being stuck in the truck through the day. I tried as best as I could but I couldn't take too much of the 20 degree air plowing into my face. When I went to pick up my youngest at his pre-school, his teacher wrinkled her nose and looked at me, her face asking a question without vocalizing it.
As the day wore on and I came home from work, a shower was the first thing on my mind. As the Dial soap started to take some of the smell away, I started to think. Yes I know, a dangerous thing. But getting back to my thoughts, I sort of see what I went through as a badge of honor in my chosen profession. Whom else runs to a fire scene except the emergency workers and us? Lookie Lous do also but aside from their morbidity, we're there next to the fire, police and rescue units doing our job.
It's a smell that regular people hardly ever come back to work smelling like. Maybe that's a good thing. But I guess I'll choose to wear it as a badge of honor for my chosen profession.
I'll still complain about coughing up black crap. That's just annoying.
Captured on Cell Phone
The massacre at Virginia Tech was captured on cell phone video by Virginia Tech grad student Jamal Albarghouti as he was walking to class. He came upon police officers running towards him, drawing their guns and telling him to get down.
You can see the police approaching the building and listen closely, you can hear gunshots. Remarkable video.
You can see the police approaching the building and listen closely, you can hear gunshots. Remarkable video.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
How Did You Spend Your Morning
This was supposed to be posted by Blogger Mobile a week ago but for some reason, it keeps being sent to the nether world of the internet.
But, this was how I spent my morning by watching some very good looking young women belly dance and others do a little modern hip-hop dancing.
Hmmmmm, watching women dance at 5 a.m. and getting paid for it?? Like I've said before, sometimes I love my job. I am a very lucky guy sometimes.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
This Can't Be Good
I covered a fire on Monday. Pretty basic really, just your run of the mill house fire. Except this was a pretty smoky fire. I got to the scene, took my camera and tripod and headed around the back end of my live truck.
I turn the corner of the truck and look up just in time to see a wall of thick black smoke headed right at me and nowhere to escape. I took a deep breath of fresh air and held it as the smoke enveloped me. My eyes stung and watered as the toxic smoke worked it's way into my nose, eyes and eventually my lungs as I ran out of clean air.
I shot the fire, even got them reviving a dog with oxygen, in between coughing jags but I thought I'd be ok after a few hours. I was blowing black crud out of my nose and coughing up black crap for the rest of the day.
Well, two days later, I'm still coughing up black crap...
That sucks..
I turn the corner of the truck and look up just in time to see a wall of thick black smoke headed right at me and nowhere to escape. I took a deep breath of fresh air and held it as the smoke enveloped me. My eyes stung and watered as the toxic smoke worked it's way into my nose, eyes and eventually my lungs as I ran out of clean air.
I shot the fire, even got them reviving a dog with oxygen, in between coughing jags but I thought I'd be ok after a few hours. I was blowing black crud out of my nose and coughing up black crap for the rest of the day.
Well, two days later, I'm still coughing up black crap...
That sucks..
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