Men and Microwaves

I’m pretty sure that among the majority of men there are standard procedures for certain things.

One of those things are microwaves.

I can’t remember one time in my 20+ years in the fire service that I didn’t have to reset a microwave before I could use it.

3 seconds left…..

My mom tip


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Some of you may know where I’m going to with this photo. But for those who don’t, this is a picture of a recent “mom tip” I collected.

A recent mom tip. All $1.30 of it.

Years and years ago, my husband sacrificed his truck to help our finances. For those years and years he drove old, beat up, hand-me-down vehicles. The last one didn’t even go in reverse anymore.

So the other day he finally went and got himself a very nice used truck. I can’t express how truly happy I for him. Our family vehicle, an Armada, is on it’s last leg and drives him nuts when he works on it. (I will just get to take it to a mechanic. Haha!) And I get to drive back and forth to work in an F-250….a truck that was brand new when they issued it to me.

I have always felt so bad that he didn’t get to drive it and had to ride around with no heat or air when he went to work. So I am overjoyed that he will now be, not only comfortable, but safe when he’s on the road.

Now…. to talk about the Armada….

I like it. I don’t mind driving the vehicle itself. But holy shit. A nasty car is a pet peeve of mine. Yet ours has gotten NASTY!!!

Why you ask? Because we got into the mindset that it was going to fall apart soon. So we failed to take care of it. We are going, going, going all the time. We live out of it. And I gave up on keeping it clean or expecting anyone else to help keep it clean. My bad and I know it.

So… is where the mom tip comes in….

I am cleaning out the Armada today. It is time for the food between the seats (enough to sustain us for at least 3 days!) to go. No more bullcrap garbage, food, socks, pencils, toys, lollipop sticks, etc!!

While cleaning I will find money. Guaranteed. Coins everywhere! And I will keep the money (after washing it, of course.). Because FINDERS KEEPERS!



Lost my shit

Well, it happened. I lost my shit on a call. Luckily I didn’t cuss anyone in particular out. But I was hot. And I had to leave before I punched someone in the throat. (Not really…well, maybe….)

I took a mother to see her dead child. And within a second of being able to touch her child she was ripped away by people who apparently thought that was best for her. 

If you found out your child had been killed in a car accident, arrived at the scene, and had to walk by where they lay under a sheet, would you want to see, touch, hold, kiss, your child while they were still warm?

Yeah. Me too. And to witness a mother being stripped of her right to do that absolutely did me in. 

No one should feel that they have the right to say what a person can and cannot see when their loved one is killed, even if it is traumatic. 

Just because you are too weak to assist them through that process doesn’t give you the right to deny them that time with their loved one. 

Get out of the way

Just rant about a pet peeve of mine…..

The kids and I attended our swim team’s award banquet last night at a local church that had graciously allowed us to used  their dining hall  area. At the end of the ceremony, we were all asked to help take down tables and chairs in order to put the room back to the way it was. 
When I say “WE were asked”, I am referring to all 150 people that showed up for the banquet. And as we started to break down tables and chairs, I noticed that most of those people were helping in some capacity. Some may have only gotten the chair they had used, but, hey, that’s helping. 

There was this one one family though. A man, a woman, and about 4 kids….All perfectly capable of helping out, but weren’t. Now don’t get me wrong, I understand that the fact that the cake had been cut and was being served was an important moment, but these assholes got their cake and sat back down at their table. The only table left with people at it. 

The table RIGHT IN FRONT of the closet that stored all the tables!!!!!! Literally. Right in front of it.

Do you think these parents bothered to at least move their table some so those of us working to put the tables in the closet could have more room? HELL NO!!!

We are talking about 8ft tables going in a 10ft closet. All while navigating around a table and chairs about 4ft from the closet door. And let’s not forget the 6 people sitting or meandering around that table flinging cake crumbs all over the floor.

You can’t tell me they didn’t notice us as we navagated around them….all 30 times. I had to literally bite my tongue to keep from making an ass of myself. 

If you aren’t going to help, get out of the damn way…. please. 

Rant over.