Monthly Archives: June 2014

~ CPR Dummy ~

Now that Varmint has come of babysitting age, My Captain is reviewing CPR and the Heimlich Maneuver with her.

He does this not so much because he wants her to have all possible caretaking tools in her arsenal, but mostly because if something awful SHOULD go down while she’s on the job, she won’t just sit there like a bump on a log …..and make him look bad.

‘Cause come on, let’s be honest here, when someone hires the munchkin of a nationally recognized rescuer as a babysitter, they’re expecting someone who knows what to do in a crisis!  So this isn’t about altruism so much as ego, frankly.

Last night My Captain was lecturing Varmint on The Heimlich, and he needed a Dummy.  I offered, but was told I’m ineligible because 1) She needs to practice on children, since that is what she will be watching over.  2) Thanks to my inability to withstand the luscious siren call of McDonald’s Sausage Burritos, we’re not entirely sure where the hell my waist is.   That’s important when you are trying to push in the right place.  And 3) my family has learned the hard way that pushing on Mama’s belly can have dire consequences for the entire room.

God help me if I ever choke.    God help us all.    Amen.

Where was I?

Right, CPR, The Heimlich, and babysitting lectures.

So Critter was drafted to be the Dummy.

And My Captain showed Varmint exactly what to do on a child should they be choking.

He was, as usual, detailed, exact, and painstakingly thorough.  And Critter suffered.  Greatly.

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My Captain enjoyed himself a little too much, and squeezed the begeebies out of poor Critter.

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The upshot of it is that Varmint has the tools she needs to be an awesome babysitter….. but if Critter should ever choke around My Captain……lets just say that, henceforth, Critter will be chewing his food extremely well.

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~ THAT Is One Tough Broad ~

Varmint turns 13 this week, and one of her good friends got her an excellent Bow and Arrow set.

(Varmint is an avid fan of the CW Series show ‘Arrow’.)


The family gave her about 5 minutes to play with it before they all started grabbing for a turn.


Critter had to one-up Varmint by shooting two arrows at once.




And then Grandma Jane said, “Let me give it a whirl.”

The kids smirked and snickered.


And then promptly had their asses handed to them on the target board.


I love Varmint’s and Critter’s expressions here.  THAT is called being taken to school.

Don’t mess with Grandma Jane!  She’s one tough broad.

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~ What Is WRONG With This Stinkin’ Cat?! ~

I don’t get dressed up often, but Critter’s fifth grade promotional ceremony was reason enough for me to break out my nicest skirt and crisp poplin blouse.  I was intent to honor my boy’s graduation from ‘little kids’ school’.

I have a pair of flats for this outfit that is exceedingly comfortable.  They’re actually Croc brand shoes, made with the same spongey material their ugly clogs are, but these are instead conservatively designed for business use.

As we prepared to leave, I looked down and saw something strange on one of my shoes.

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Are those holes?  And why are they wet?

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What the?

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You have got to be kidding me.

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My beautiful dress flats.

I’ll kill him.

Critter’s kitten had decided he was a dog, apparently.  Sir Monty had gnawed all the way around my left shoe.  I’m not made of money; I sure as heck can’t go buying new dress flats every time Sir Monty steals into my closet.

I said something to that effect when I angrily showed them to Critter.

“What are people going to think when they see these shoes?” I barked at him.

“Just explain to them that you saved a baby kitty’s life, and every time you see these shoes you remember what a good person you are.”


Aw hell.  That boy is smooth.  Damn smooth.

……And these are now my favorite shoes.



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~ The Big-Ass Tire That Could ~

This is the story of a large tire who didn’t believe in itself, but with the help of the Montgomery County Special Ops (Collapse/Trench/Technical Rescue) Team,  learned to.

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We’ll name the tire Fred.

Fred was between 5 and 6 HUNDRED pounds of glorious black rubber.  He had lived a rather mundane life, going in circles again and again and again, until he was retired.  He thought his life was over at that point.  He had not been chosen to live the remainder of his years on a kiddie playground, and no one was making him into a redneck flower bed.  He was very sad.

Poor Fred.

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Then one day, yesterday, to be exact, the rescue team from Montgomery County decided to use him for one of their hundreds of trainings.

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Fred found himself being hauled up hills,

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pulled over things,

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pushed under things,

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and hoed.


Just go with it.

The kind Special Ops team took him everywhere that day, so they could be more prepared when a true crises came.  And THAT made Fred feel good about his purpose in this world, for he knew he was a part of saving peoples’ lives….

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…and tiring out grown mens’ behinds quite thoroughly.

(Fred really needs to lose some weight.)

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~ Pile ‘O Food ~

I’m not going to lie to you and make assertions that my house is any cleaner than any other soccer mom’s, but I do keep a fairly clean house.

It’s a little bit cluttered, but you won’t find two-week-old peanut butter and jelly sandwiches lying around.  Not often anyways.

Still and all, I do have to warn newcomers who walk in our house barefoot.   And it’s all because of Sir Monty of Stinky Butt.

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(Just to clarify, Sir Monty of Stinky Butt is on the right in the picture above.  Though to be fair, the one on the left has been known to occasionally be stinky, too.)

No, he doesn’t leave piles of poo or piles of vomit (often).  What he does leave, and usually in the path most commonly walked in the kitchen, are piles of dried kitty food.

He takes a mouthful, walks over to a spot on the floor, and drops it.  And then he repeats.   Eventually he’ll eat some of those kibbles, but the majority of them he leaves right there.

And in case you are wondering, yes they do crush under 230 pounds, shoes, or no shoes.  And, also in case you are wondering, they hurt only slightly less than a Lego at 2:30 in the morning.

I don’t understand why he does this.  You don’t see me taking a mouthful of lasagna and leaving it on the floor repeatedly.   What is the stinkin’ point?

I don’t have an answer, I’m just putting this out there, in case any of you do.

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