~Wacky Pants-On-Fire ~

You know those ridiculous ‘quizzes’ you find on Facebook for various things?  If you were a sandwich, what kind would you be?  If you were a dog, what breed would you be?  If you were an elf, what would your name be?

Well today I took the quiz about what our Cupid names would be.

Mine was…get this….Dreamy Chunky Monkey!

But even better was My Captain’s!  His was:  Wacky Pants-on-Fire!

I snickered and chortled and shared this with my Beloved.

His response?

“Nailed us, didn’t they?  It’s a little bit creepy.”

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Why, yes, Wacky, it is creepy.

 

Don’t judge.

 

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~ Multi-Grip Valentine ~

I get the award for THE BEST Valentine’s gift to a hubby this year.  I don’t care if you gals got your hubbies season tickets to a private box at Oriole Park at Camden Yards.  I don’t care if you got your Beloveds a case of his favorite, over-priced microbrew and a booklet of homemade coupons for favors that you made out of candy sweethearts.   I WON this Valentine’s Day.  I’m the queen.  Put a Capital on that:  I’m the QUEEN of Valentine Wifey Gifts for 2016.

“WHAT???”  You beg, jumping up and down in excitement, “What makes you the Queen this year, Mama?”

I’m so glad you asked!

I thought about My Captain, and how difficult he is to give to during any holiday.  He’s impossible to shop for for Christmas, Birthdays, you name it.  It’s not that he’s high-maintenance, or overly particular.  It’s that he is exactly the opposite!  He is LOW-Maintenance.  He doesn’t want anyone spending time and money on him.  He ignores the argument that other people might enjoy giving as much as he does.  He refuses to be a receiver.

Santa gave up on him decades ago.

So I thought about him.  And I thought, and I thought, and I thought.  What makes this man happy?  What, within my realm, could I possibly give him to make him grin ear-to-ear, and feel absolutely taken care of, the way he makes me feel so supported?  What do you give such a  man???

Which led me to this stroke of genius:  HELLO!!  He’s a MAN!  The answer was suddenly so obvious, if it had been a snake, it would have bitten me.  Twice.

My friends, I bought him a TOOL. But not just ANY tool!  I bought him a genyouuuuuiiiine, original, one-and-only FIRE FALCON.

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I gave it to him today, in advance of Valentine’s Day, because I have NO ability to keep a secret, and I just CAN’T WAIT!!!!  Patience has never been my strong suit. Thank goodness My Captain finds it charming!

At least, I tell him he does.

What is the Fire Falcon?  I mentioned it in my last post: Stovetop Grease Fire, A Love Story.  This is the best, fanciest, hardest-core, extreme firefighting tool ever made, here, and around the world.

It’s not cheap, because it’s made of highest grade materials, like composite, steel and fiberglass.

It has advanced engineering, and was created by one of the oldest, saltiest firemen in the nation.

It is The Cadillac of fire-overhaul and battle weapons. This thing is THE BOMB, and every firefighter out there secretly covets one of these.  Believe me, it’s right up there with the lastest iPod, or iWatch, or gizmo gadget.   Anyone who uses this thing can’t HELP but channel a little bit of Batman when he’s working.

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What, exactly,  does the Fire Falcon do?

When a firefighter is in a fire, they have to COMPLETELY extinguish that fire, and they have to get it right the first time.  And if the fire has extended into areas that are hidden, ie: behind walls, or over ceilings, or under floors, they have to find it.  To do this they have to expose these areas…they have to open the walls or the ceilings, or the floors, to find a sinister little phenomenon that they call “Fire Extension.”   Using the right tool to expose this can mean the difference between life and death….No Joke.

See the three-pronged grapple talons, or, as I like to call them, ‘whosie-whatsies’ on the one end?  (Do NOT judge my kitchen rug…I’m not a photographer, people! I’m a Mama!)

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It’s closed, then with a twist of the multi-tool handle, the spring-loaded talons open.  It can be used to break through a ceiling or wall, and the talons will fold down as it passes through the drywall, then open to a grapple-hook of sorts… (Do NOT judge my poor camera skills!)

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…which then can grab more dry wall, or whatever they are trying to clear to get to fire extension.  It saves valuable time and muscle resource, and come on, it’s cool as all get out.

See the loop on each end?

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Those are for attaching rescue carabiners, in case of a need to bailout of a window, or off a roof, or some such calamity.  In other words, a firefighter in need of extreme escape can ram the grapple hook through a wall after attaching his rope to it, and then fling himself down and away from the inferno with a much greater chance of survival.  That’s a good thing!

And see this other end?

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It’s a hammer. It’s a Prying End. It’s a combo-grip.  This end is great for prying apart trim work, breaking doors,  ramming walls, and other forcible entry needs, and it’s also a mighty comfortable handle.

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And look at the grip.  THAT is a grip, baby! (I’m talking about the handle, not the hand!)

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OF COURSE I did my homework, and asked the company to send the right size for My Captain.  The Fire Falcon comes in many sizes to fit each firefighter!  My Beloved is a long, tall drink of water, and he needed a big one!

I think he liked it.  I KNOW he wasn’t expecting his Valentine’s present to be made of Steel and Fiberglass.  I definitely know he is the only one on his shift that is getting one for Valentine’s Day!  He’s special!  So yeah, I think he liked it.

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Wanna know how I know?

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I win!!

 

Love,

Valentine’s Queen, 2016

 

 

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~ Birthday Boy ~

Critter turned 13 last week, and we celebrated pretty much the whole week long.  We didn’t party that long out of a thirst for excessiveness, or other tomfoolery….I am just so disorganized that sometimes these things just happen.

His presents were wrapped and opened one day.

His cake was made another day.

We had friends over to share said cake yet another day.

Look, I’m not proud, but I’m also not ashamed.  Rather, I’m charmingly muddled and unsystematic.  And the benefit is that Critter gets to celebrate for a great deal longer than I suffered labor!  It’s a win-win!

When I asked him what kind of birthday cake he wanted, he responded ‘yellow with raspberry filling, and buttercream icing!’  I was so relieved he chose something within my abilities!

And when I danced through Walmart in search of birthday candles, I found the COOLEST birthday candles ever!

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These candles burn with colored flames that match the candle wax!  It was crazy, man!  He loved it!

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And, it turned out, that they were also the kind that tend to re-light.  I loved these candles!

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Behold, I did as my Critter requested!  It was dingdang yummy, too!  It would have been perfect had I not placed a bright green doily (left over from last St. Patrick’s Day) underneath the cake as a cake-plate liner, while it was still warm, so that it inadvertently became one with the cake and was a wee bit CHEWY. What was I thinking?  Who likes the stale taste of year-old doily paper with green dye, mingled with yellow cake?

No one, that’s who.

But I digress.

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The cake was still delicious….but WAY sweet….perfect for a 13-year-old boy with boundless energy.

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So we wrapped up that energy, and took it sledding with our friends!

A slap-happy, affection-filled, snow-down-your-pants time was had by all!

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Except me. I just lounged in my full-length, waterproof, down-filled, comforter-sized coat.  Although, I did gather my strength a couple of times to throw snowballs at people as they careened down the hill.

Happily, no one was in any danger, as I have noodle arms, and throw like a baby.

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By the end of the week, Critter felt well and truly 13, and now wants to experiment with colored flames.  An overly-energetic, teenaged boy, playing with pyrotechnics.  What could possibly go wrong?

This is why we can’t have nice things.

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~ We’s Stuck!!! ~

We’re well and truly stuck.  Well, technically, I am well and truly stuck.  My Captain has been able to move about with his 4-wheel drive and testosterone; that and the fact that he was wise enough to park at the end of the driveway at The Little Cottage.

My little pea-brain didn’t consider that.

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Honestly though, I don’t mind a bit. I am not so important that I have places to go or people to see.  In fact, I have no where to go, and no one wants to see me!

But My Captain is all wound around the axle because I am well and truly STUCK!  He worries about me, God love him!

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That’s my van.  It’s not coming out of 30″ snow drifts all the way down to the road, any time soon.

In years past, Papa lived here, and he always shared his tractor and snow plow and that was how everyone on the street got out after a snow storm!  But Papa moved, and he sold his tractor, and that left us all to realize how much we depended on him!

In short: My Captain is feeling impotent, and missing his dad.

I miss dad, too, but instead of feeling impotent, am gleefully cocooning in place, delighted that I can’t leave, and no one can come bother me!  Isn’t that AWFUL?!  We couldn’t be more opposite in perspective on this one!

“What if it snows again?!” he cries.

“We’ll be fine!  We have food and everything we need!” I answer, cheerfully.

“What if we have an emergency?” he returns.

“Are you serious?” I cock an eyebrow at him  “You’re a freaking fireman for 30 years and you ask me what we would do in an emergency?  DORK.  911 works for us like everyone else.”

“We are NOT going to be a drain on the emergency system.” he argues.

“You’re right, we’re not.  Know why?  Because we aren’t going to have an emergency!”

As you can imagine, we’re not getting anywhere in this argument.

Kinda like our driveway.

 

Don’t judge.

 

 

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~ A Couple Of Slackers ~

Today has not been as relaxing as I imagined it would be.  Something about having over 2 feet of snow dumped on a Mama makes her go into feeding overdrive.  I MUST feed anyone within 50 feet of me.

Since I got up this morning, I’ve made no fewer than 6 dozen cookies, a batch of homemade egg noodles to go with the Homemade Chicken Soup, grilled cheddar and smoked turkey subs, sausage, egg and cheese sandwiches, homemade cocoa, cinnamon rolls, and fresh fruit salad.

In short, I’ve either been cooking or doing dishes all day!

The evening was upon us, and I was tired and beginning to get grumpy.  My Captain and Varmint had gone out to shovel the back deck and pathway again.  I was doing dishes for the umpteenth time, but it was the LAST set of dishes I had to wash, and I saw light at the end of the tunnel.  Then, I saw this through the window:

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What the heck?

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Yeah, I see you guys.  I see you guys NOT WORKING.

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And by the smarmy look on your face, you’re not at all ashamed.  I need to get a better look at this.

I’ll tiptoe out onto the deck, past the massive snow fort Critter built earlier….

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and see if my eyes were deceiving me.

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Nope.  I saw what I thought I saw.

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Don’t you guys have better sense than this?

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Don’t you two numbskulls realize that you’re just sitting in the blizzard?

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You’re just letting the snow  and wind hit you in the face.

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Why? Why are you doing this?

It’s below freezing, it’s a blizzard, it’s dark, and you guys are SUPPOSED to be clearing the path, while I’m slaving in the kitchen!

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You could at least stop looking so smug about it.

I’m going back inside to eat all the cookies.

That’ll teach you.

 

 

 

 

 

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