Tuesday, February 15, 2011

How to Become a Fire Fighter in a Small Town

You just show up.


(Okay, so there’s a little more to it than that.)

Since moving back to the hometown an old friend has been asking Chevy (my hubby) to join the volunteer fire fighters. Last week he called to invite him to the monthly meeting, which had already started. Chevy politely declined, putting him off another month.

When he hung up the phone he said, “I would kind of like to go. They’re down to fourteen volunteers.”

He wasn’t asking permission, but I think he was hoping I would encourage him to jump in. So I did. He rushed out the door without looking back.

About an hour later he returned, with a shocked and amused expression. (Yes, apparently you can be shocked and amused at the same time.) He looked at me and said, “I’m in.”

“Just like that?” I asked, skeptical.

“Yep. They looked pretty happy to see me. I told them I was just there to check it out. They didn’t even ask. They just voted me in.” He smiled. “I’ve already got my gear, too.”

I started to laugh. “You mean your jacket and pants? Seriously?”

He smiled even bigger. “Boots, too. I got Gomez’s old stuff.”

(Let me explain here that this is my hometown, and it’s tiny. My high school class had 34. While I don’t claim to know everyone, I do know most of the names and most of the faces, even if I don’t always get them matched up. I have never heard of Gomez. I wouldn’t forget that name. In a town this small, it’s a name that stands out.)

So I asked, “Who’s Gomez?”

“I don’t know, but I asked them what happened to him. They said I didn’t want to know.” Chevy laughed, knowing that he had found a group of guys that could take it and dish it out as well as he could.

He went on to tell me how a young pup showed him all the trucks after the meeting, and demonstrated how to use them. I’m not sure because I wasn’t there, but it sounded like this little town has five fire trucks. I’d bet ten dollars that only three of them work.



Since then Chevy has filled out his paperwork, gotten his radio (which is sitting safely on top of the refrigerator because it has a bright red button that attracts children but also pages the entire department), and is now waiting for a background check to clear before he goes out on his first call.

Despite all the snow we’ve had lately, we are under a high fire danger this week. Oh, the anticipation!!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

A Little Industry Support

I called my friend Delinda yesterday, and in our conversation I mentioned that I had just dropped over one hundred dollars in the bookstore over the weekend. (While I'm all for supporting the publishing industry - after all, I am hoping to join it someday - I felt a little guilty spending that much at one time, most of it for myself.)

Her reply? "I got you beat. I spent a hundred fifty."

Merry Christmas, Publishing!!



On a side note, I've been procrastinating about doing a NaNo post. (I know everyone is just DYING to read about that one!) But I did learn a couple of things. Maybe later. I need to procastinate some more. It seems to be what I do best.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A Princess Story - kind of

I'm sitting here trying to decide what to blog about today while my hubby, Chevy (not his real name), and the kids are in the bedroom telling each other stories.
Audrey (not her real name, either): Here's a princess story. You can laugh at it, too. There was a princess, and she had a carriage, and she rode in a balloon. Then there was a witch. (I guess I should tell you Audrey is very young so you will be impressed with her storytelling rather than shake your head at it.)
Now there is some discussion, and the story gets sidelined. Then Chevy decides to tell a story.
Chevy: Okay, I'm going to tell you a real princess story. Once upon a time...
And he begins to tell the story of how he met the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was so pretty she had to be a princess. (He must know I am listening, and is trying to earn extra points.) At this point, there is a question from the audience.
Russ (not his real name either, obviously): You're talking about Mom, aren't you!
Ah, smart boy. He just earned extra points, too.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

My First Limo Ride

That's right, folks. I took my first limo ride yesterday. And it was a trip full of all the excitement and glamour you might expect - especially if you can picture twenty third graders screaming in the back.

Ah, the perks of being in the PTO. Trip after trip, we escorted 119 elementary students to lunch, where pizza and coke were enjoyed by all. (And just so you know, in Oklahoma coke can mean any carbonated beverage, even if we really mean something else like Dr. Pepper or Diet Coke. It can get confusing sometimes.)

It was a fast and furious day, after which I came home and crashed on the couch. I wish I could find a clip of the movie Overboard where Goldie Hawn is sitting on the couch saying "Bu bu bu bu bu", because that's how I felt.

Now, don't get me wrong. I had a good time. Not as good as the students, but it was a fun day for me. I'm just glad it will be a full year before we get to do it again.