First Fire.

Monday I got up and started working on this. I had so much catching up to do.(And I do again, you will see why as I catch you up on my life!) I spent most of the morning and part of the afternoon writing blogs and uploading pictures to facebook. After I was content with what I accomplished I decided to work on my bedroom.

I got the third wall completed! :) I just had to put on the second coat on some of the circles and a third on a few others. FYI: Painting with red paint SUCKS! When the third wall was complete I had Dad help me move the furniture around so I could start the fourth wall. I drew the beginning of the design, and then decided I wanted a break.

I ate dinner with mom and dad and then spent some more time working on pictures and the blog. Mom and Dad went to bed. I was talking to Justin when our fire monitor went off that Dad needed to call Forest-Waverly's Chief. Turns out they had a fire and wanted our foam truck for some assistance. So I went with Dad. Luckily this one wasn't a super emergency so I sent J-love a message and told him I was on my way to a fire and that I loved him and would talk to him later, took my paint pants off and threw jeans on, and found a shirt to put on.

So, Dad, Randy and I went to the fire. It was dump that was caught on fire. They had plastic/fiberglass pallets that just wouldn't go out. I'll be honest, I didn't do a whole lot, but then again I don't even have gear yet! But it was an interesting experience. I got out of the truck and I'm pretty sure I became the focus instead of the fire. There were probably ten guys under the age of thirty that spent more time looking at or talking about me than they did doing anything productive. Yet none of them said a word to me, it was rather irritating (and I know, I could have talked to them. . .). I guess they talked to Randy and Dad about me. Randy told them that I was "Sir-Master-Chief's daughter" and to "not even think about it." I did learn a bit more about the foam truck. I turned some valves and held a flashlight and even drug a bit of hose. But nothing too interesting.

After we cleared the scene we went to Onaway and filled our truck (the fire was out that way) at a hydrant. It was kinda funny because we don't have hydrants anywhere near us, so I got an experience out of the night that Randy said he hadn't had in the six or seven years he has been on the department. lol.

Once we were filled up we were heading back for our station when Randy decided he needed to stop and go pee. So we stopped at FW's station so he could go. Well Dad and him went to the back of the station and I stayed out in the truck bays. While I was standing there looking at their trucks and gear and totally in my own world (after all none of the boys had had enough balls to talk to me up to that point I figured none of them would now) one of the guys said "bet you are ready to get back to bed." (It was nearly 3 am by this point.) And I told him no, I hadn't made it to bed yet and wasn't tired yet, but that it would be much quicker getting there if I didn't have two girls with me. And surprisingly half the guys in the bay burst out laughing. It made me feel more comfortable.

When the guys were comfortable again we went back to our station. We had to fill out some paperwork and then we came home and went to bed. Well, dad came home and went to bed. I was far too awake to go to sleep. I got back on my computer and saw that Justin seemed irritated that I left so quickly so I sent him a (rather long) facebook wall post explaining my night. Turns out he thought I ran off to a bonfire. Silly boy. Oh well, he said he will understand what "imgoingtoafireloveyoubye" means from now on. I've grown up with dad being a firefighter and running off all the time for fires so I didn't even think about it like that, mom had to explain it to me Tuesday when I was saying that I didn't understand why Justin seemed upset. lol.

Oh well, I finally made it to bed sometime between 4:30 and 5.

Here are the pictures:

Day 141:

the view from my parents' front yard.

Day 141:

in front of my parents' house.

♥ Sara
Random Fact of the Day:
Donald Duck comics were banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants.

"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity."
-Gilda Radner