My effin truck...
Took a dump on me the other day. So I traded it in for a brand new 05 Ford F150 XL 4 x 4. Yep, I like my truck, I don't love it, I liiike it. I've also for some strange reason I've found myself listening to more country music. Now don't start jumping to any conclusions, I'm still a rocker, it's just easier to carry out an around the fire beer drinking conversation to country music. You don't have to talk over someone screaming, or get the urge to do a stupid drunken dance to "My Lumps" or whatever...plus I don't have to explain my cowboy boots, AKA "shit kickers".
So it's raining...again. If it wasn't for the mere fact that every time it rains I get the urge to go to sleep...it wouldn't be that bad. I'm working at the station by Crooked River Elem. today, and it has a tin roof on it, man that made for some good sleeping.
So the fire dept. Christmas party was a couple nights ago. I had planned on going all week, but then my truck broke and I had to tow it to the dealership in Jacksonville. Well that whole ordeal took longer then I thought it would so I didn't get a chance to go home and change clothes...so I stopped by the station I work at and took a PTA shower...pits, testicles, and ass. I know, to much information...but you're laughing so shut up. Then I picked up James, who was in on leave for the weekend.
SO, I showed up to the party, and chief is standing at the door shaking his head. Now, no one told me that there was a dress code for said party. So I'm wearing jeans, t-shirt, a long-sleeved flannel, and my shit kickers...looking all sorts of red-neck fabulous. So, I walked in, hit the buffet, and went to the bar room. I figured, I didn't need to piss to many people off seeing as how as soon as I walked in some of the other guys started ribbing their wives and saying, "See I told you I could have wore jeans..."
This is where the story starts getting a little fuzzy. I sit down next to James at the bar, who informs me that it's a free open bar. A tear formed in the corner of my eye because I knew what was going to happen next. It's seven o-clock, they closed the dept. tab at 1030, there were 7-8 slashes by James name, and...10 next to mine. I think 10 beers in 3 1/2 hours is a pretty good pace...even if I did almost fall down a couple of times, hit on a couple of the guys ole' ladies, and got out on the dance floor when "Cotton Eye Joe" came on...it was a good time.
After they closed the tab, I figured it a good idea to start drinking water on the rocks. Besides, I had 25,000 reason to not get a DWI sitting in the parking lot. If it wasn't for the other guys in the bar I would have been bored, but they kept me entertained.
So, the place were they're holding this whole ordeal is the "Eagles Club". I don't know much about it with the exception of it's something similar to the Masons, but not really...which made no sense to me. They do stuff around the community and what not. One of the rules to be a member is that you have to believe in God, so I decided why not join. The fact that they have $1.50 beers helped to.
Now in said club, there are not to many female members. The night of that party there were only two in there that weren't from our party. One of them was married. SO, pretty much, it was one chick and about 5-6 dudes. So I sat off to the side and watched all the other guys get shot down. I noticed her noticing me, but I still kept sitting there catching up with James, and playing a little pool. Long story short, she came over and asked why I hadn't came over and hit on her yet. I told her because I've never been one to chase after someone, especially seeing as how I just got done eating...I might get a food cramp, and that would be no good. She asked how that usually worked out for me, to which I pointed out that she was standing next to me...
I made some awesome grilled pork chops tonight. I cooked them on the grill for 10 mins. or so, then I flipped them and put on this sauce I made up (equal parts maple syrup and dijon mustard, some chopped green onion, and a little finely diced orange peels) that mess was good. Had some garlic macaroni shells, and some green beans to top it off. Yep, one day I'll make someone a good husband...
I took a crash vehicle extrication class last weekend. It was awesome. Saturday kinda sucked cause it was all slides and talk, but Sunday, we got to do some car smashing. Did you know that you can take a some piece of the porcelain part of a spark plug, like the size of a BB, and throw it at a car window, and it'll smash through it like it was butter...me either. So I went around to a couple of the cars in the junk yard and practiced what I had learned. We also used hack-saws, high lift jacks, reciprocating saws, "jaws-of-life", and other cool F.D. tools...and turned 4 cars into nothing. I mean the seats, motor, tires, and floorboards (in three outta the four) were the only things left. Breakin stuff is cool! Especially when you're getting paid to do so.
Went to a guy that passed away yesterday...the song that just came on the Yahoo radio just reminded me of it. It was like my 10-11 dead person in the past year. I've noticed something. When I first started doing all this, dead people used to freak my out. Now, it's just part of the job. I mean, while I'm on scene with them or whatever, yeah they're on my mind or whatever, but as soon as I leave them, they're outta my mind...and that's how it's suppose to be. Heck, we left dude, got back to the station, and picked up where we left off at on the Tiger Woods golf game we were playing. Now, I'm sure if it was a bad trauma or a child or something that we were working on trying to save, and they ended up dying anyways, it would still effect me longer then the other.
Dunno, I guess it's not to bad though. I hear stories all the time about people who do this job, and it wears on them so long that they go crazy or something. I'm to light heart and care-free I suppose for it to really effect me. I have a "it sucks to be you" attitude about dead people now. May be that's why I pissed my ex off when her ex-fiance died. Apparently she didn't like it after I heard he died because he was drunk and wrapped his S10 around a light pole, and all I had to say was, "Yep, sucks to be him, atleast the dumbass didn't take anyone with him..." I felt bad for like a day, then I found out she was still humpin him, and I got over it...end...
So it's raining...again. If it wasn't for the mere fact that every time it rains I get the urge to go to sleep...it wouldn't be that bad. I'm working at the station by Crooked River Elem. today, and it has a tin roof on it, man that made for some good sleeping.
So the fire dept. Christmas party was a couple nights ago. I had planned on going all week, but then my truck broke and I had to tow it to the dealership in Jacksonville. Well that whole ordeal took longer then I thought it would so I didn't get a chance to go home and change clothes...so I stopped by the station I work at and took a PTA shower...pits, testicles, and ass. I know, to much information...but you're laughing so shut up. Then I picked up James, who was in on leave for the weekend.
SO, I showed up to the party, and chief is standing at the door shaking his head. Now, no one told me that there was a dress code for said party. So I'm wearing jeans, t-shirt, a long-sleeved flannel, and my shit kickers...looking all sorts of red-neck fabulous. So, I walked in, hit the buffet, and went to the bar room. I figured, I didn't need to piss to many people off seeing as how as soon as I walked in some of the other guys started ribbing their wives and saying, "See I told you I could have wore jeans..."
This is where the story starts getting a little fuzzy. I sit down next to James at the bar, who informs me that it's a free open bar. A tear formed in the corner of my eye because I knew what was going to happen next. It's seven o-clock, they closed the dept. tab at 1030, there were 7-8 slashes by James name, and...10 next to mine. I think 10 beers in 3 1/2 hours is a pretty good pace...even if I did almost fall down a couple of times, hit on a couple of the guys ole' ladies, and got out on the dance floor when "Cotton Eye Joe" came on...it was a good time.
After they closed the tab, I figured it a good idea to start drinking water on the rocks. Besides, I had 25,000 reason to not get a DWI sitting in the parking lot. If it wasn't for the other guys in the bar I would have been bored, but they kept me entertained.
So, the place were they're holding this whole ordeal is the "Eagles Club". I don't know much about it with the exception of it's something similar to the Masons, but not really...which made no sense to me. They do stuff around the community and what not. One of the rules to be a member is that you have to believe in God, so I decided why not join. The fact that they have $1.50 beers helped to.
Now in said club, there are not to many female members. The night of that party there were only two in there that weren't from our party. One of them was married. SO, pretty much, it was one chick and about 5-6 dudes. So I sat off to the side and watched all the other guys get shot down. I noticed her noticing me, but I still kept sitting there catching up with James, and playing a little pool. Long story short, she came over and asked why I hadn't came over and hit on her yet. I told her because I've never been one to chase after someone, especially seeing as how I just got done eating...I might get a food cramp, and that would be no good. She asked how that usually worked out for me, to which I pointed out that she was standing next to me...
I made some awesome grilled pork chops tonight. I cooked them on the grill for 10 mins. or so, then I flipped them and put on this sauce I made up (equal parts maple syrup and dijon mustard, some chopped green onion, and a little finely diced orange peels) that mess was good. Had some garlic macaroni shells, and some green beans to top it off. Yep, one day I'll make someone a good husband...
I took a crash vehicle extrication class last weekend. It was awesome. Saturday kinda sucked cause it was all slides and talk, but Sunday, we got to do some car smashing. Did you know that you can take a some piece of the porcelain part of a spark plug, like the size of a BB, and throw it at a car window, and it'll smash through it like it was butter...me either. So I went around to a couple of the cars in the junk yard and practiced what I had learned. We also used hack-saws, high lift jacks, reciprocating saws, "jaws-of-life", and other cool F.D. tools...and turned 4 cars into nothing. I mean the seats, motor, tires, and floorboards (in three outta the four) were the only things left. Breakin stuff is cool! Especially when you're getting paid to do so.
Went to a guy that passed away yesterday...the song that just came on the Yahoo radio just reminded me of it. It was like my 10-11 dead person in the past year. I've noticed something. When I first started doing all this, dead people used to freak my out. Now, it's just part of the job. I mean, while I'm on scene with them or whatever, yeah they're on my mind or whatever, but as soon as I leave them, they're outta my mind...and that's how it's suppose to be. Heck, we left dude, got back to the station, and picked up where we left off at on the Tiger Woods golf game we were playing. Now, I'm sure if it was a bad trauma or a child or something that we were working on trying to save, and they ended up dying anyways, it would still effect me longer then the other.
Dunno, I guess it's not to bad though. I hear stories all the time about people who do this job, and it wears on them so long that they go crazy or something. I'm to light heart and care-free I suppose for it to really effect me. I have a "it sucks to be you" attitude about dead people now. May be that's why I pissed my ex off when her ex-fiance died. Apparently she didn't like it after I heard he died because he was drunk and wrapped his S10 around a light pole, and all I had to say was, "Yep, sucks to be him, atleast the dumbass didn't take anyone with him..." I felt bad for like a day, then I found out she was still humpin him, and I got over it...end...