Priceless

Yearly dues for membership at F-town Volunteer Fire Department:

$5.00


Flippers, Mask and Snorkel set from KMart:
























$30.00


Needing your newly purchased scuba gear to respond to a call for a car in the reservoir and finding out that said car was in said reservoir because the owner of the local porn shop was mad at the fire department so he drove his car to the reservoir to "drink some beers, look at the stars and cool off" and then accidentally put said car in drive instead of reverse *whew*:

PRICELESS

Clownin' Around (Wordless Wednesday Edition)

They say the darndest things....

Here is an excerpt from a conversation held recently on a trip to RCity:

Me: "***** is the only one that will be a stick in the mud about the idea. Otherwise, everyone will do it."

T: "Then maybe you guys should pull the stick out."

Hmm.... How does that work exactly?

How We Celebrate...

So this weekend we went away....

Just the two of us....

























And we met up with over a thousand (some say two...) other bikers and went on a ride... All. Day. Long. I did the search for all you curious folks and found a video of it... We usually hook up with a few friends we've made over the years... Our own "Hayabusa Club" of sorts. (One of them is at the front of the line...)













Santa even shows up!!




















The ride always ends with a run down the airport runway...



















Despite the tenderness I acquire, we always have a great time, and we've made it a tradition to start celebrating our anniversary with the Toys for Tots Ride.

Daddies

In honor of Father's Day (I know, I know... I'm a day late....) I thought I would share a little peek into our lives (as if I don't do that on at least a weekly basis as it is).

I was making a cd for J to take to work to one of his coworkers, and T was having a hard time getting her chicken cut up. She kept persisting and asking me to please come cut it for her. I kept putting her off, asking her to wait... I had to get the cd's finished in the next couple minutes before J left. I looked up and saw J leaning over T, cutting her meat for her, and T looking up at her Daddy with stars in her eyes. It was a simple thing on his part, but just one of those moments that draws a tear to your eye because of the sweetness of what you are witnessing. What is it about little girls and their daddies? I know I think the world of mine...

*CHICK FLAIL!!*

I PASSED!!! With flying colors, no less!! The state average is 83. I got a 93!!! Here it is:

Hypocritical maybe?

Today I got a chance to see my friendly nearly neighbor and physician. I went in for a check-up and my HEP B vaccination. The nurse gave me the paperwork on it and I started reading:

Who should get hepatitis B vaccine and when?
Children and Adolescents
• All children .... blah blah blah, not me, don't care right now, skip that part....
• Children ... skip that one, too. The hot pink paper just didn't make it interesting enough to read that part...
• All unvaccinated adults at risk for HBV infection should be vaccinated. This includes:
- sex partners of people infected with HBV, (uh, no.)
- men who have sex with men, (eek! Number one, not a man. Number two, that is just so wrong.)
- people who inject street drugs, (nope, don't do drugs...)
- people with more than one sex partner, (at this point, I am REALLY starting to wonder why I just subjected myself to the sheer toture of a needle.....)
- people with chronic liver or kidney disease, (not me, healthy as a horse over here...)
- people with jobs that expose them to human blood, (OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, THERE I am..... ok, quit reading now.....)

Now I feel better.... I had a logical reason for putting myself through that... I guess. I hear it is mandatory for EMT's to get it done. Yay. So, I jumped into this field for WHAT reason? Wait, it will come back to me eventually...

Anyway, on to the hypocritical part: I was sitting in the exam room, already slightly nervous because I had more things to deal with at the doctor's than just the shots. And, honestly, I completely forgot I was getting them til I looked up and saw the little menacing vials sitting there on the counter, laughing at me. Really, they were. My nurse read through my paperwork and mentioned said laughing vials, sending me into a nervous twitch. She laughed and said perhaps a dose or two of Valium would be appropriate at this point, then proceeded to take my blood pressure. What good timing. What is hypocritical about any of this? you may ask..... Because, needles really do make me freak out. I start to shake, my palms get all sweaty, and at times I wonder if I will end up passing out.... Yet, on our rig, anytime the needles come out for drawing blood and starting IV's and the patient starts to panic, I calmly bend over them, gently place my hands on their face, tell them to just look in my eyes, and say, "it will all be ok. This is not a big deal. You can do this...." Meanwhile, if it was ME on that cot, I'd be heading for a full blown anxiety attack. I have one more shot in the series left... maybe I can do better on that one.