Well he is, and I'm super proud of the guy!
Have I ever told you that his pager has the loudest beeps and probably sounds something similar what a dog hears when you blow the dog whistles. At first, when I wasn't used to the high pitched noise, I used to jump so high I would hang from the ceiling! It gave me heart palpitations quite often and a few times I thought it was me that needed the defibrillator!
Now, I sleep right through the thing. I am a sound sleeper, that is for sure! Once I'm out, I'm O.U.T. My hubby has come home and woke me up a few times needing to vent about a bad call and I'm usually in a como like state, and the whole time wondering where the hell he was! Crazy!
And then there's my emotional Diva, who cried when we traded in a car because "this car holds so many memories for me!" There was a really, really bad call that involved a small child who unfortunately, didn't make it! Hubby was the EMT (one of them) that worked like a mad dog to save this child. It was emotional for him and after the call he just needed to come home and cuddle Diva. She laid an egg! Freaking out to needing nothing short of a Prozac drip! She was confused as to why her dad was crying, and was more upset that the child couldn't be saved. Then hubby had to leave to debrief, and I was stuck calming down a very irrational 8yr old. Let's just say children's NyQuil was my saving Grace that night!!!
Tonight, there was another call that required a helicopter ride and Diva simply said "Mom, I need to pray!" At first, I was rendered speechless with the NyQuil in my hand ready to poor it down her throat and then I scratched my head and wondered if she was doing illegal drugs of some type and then I called my friend and asked her if I should be concerned of alien abductions and then I smiled! Thinking "Wow.....Diva is growing up!"
And then she prayed, eyes closed, head down, hands folded pray! And then she shit a egg again! Damn!!!!!
So hubby is a bonofide cool boy! He takes it very serious and is great under pressure. Well, unless the pressure is coming from his demanding wife, then he crumbles in despair!
Anyway, here are some cool pics that I have played with on picnic! Diva picked out the picture.
She had more fun doing this then me!!!
And here is what happens at the fireman's dance when you have a nice big rack! People get the sharpies out and write fun things on my melons! How rude! :-)
Please pay no attention to the double chin! That wasn't supposed to be there....the turkey neck just sneaks up on me sometimes!
And here is me and my friend Stace
Ode to the rack again!!!
And here's a pic of my dance whore hubby (dances with anyone who is within reach!) and my cutie pootie friend!
Thanks for the support on my 100th post. I am going to take a fellow bloggy friends advice and do a sort of Q & A sex forum. It should be fun. I'm gonna get a whole new email address and all that fancy stuff so that we can do anonymous questions! I'm no sex therapist and I don't have a Phd behind my name but I am addicted to self-help books and I'm sure I have answers for all! Plus, you wouldn't believe the stuff my friends and strangers have asked me! Apparently, I'm easy to talk too!!!
Coming soon people...........