Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
More pictures
The picture where you can see the house - the car was parked right next to the snow that is next to the house - right in front of the front door.
Fire Pictures
Here is the rundown... I get home from work, think I hear a car door - look outside nothing. Hear it again, still nothing. I hear a funny sound like a rotor - look at my car (which is parked in front of the front door, right next to the house), brake lights are flashing. First thought through my head was did I forget to turn my car off?? See smoke and flame, go into the bedroom. Here is the conversation...
Me - Chad. Chad. CHAD. HONEY. WAKE UP.
Chad - Mumbles
Me - I think there is something wrong with my car.
Chad - Why?
Me - Because it is on fire.
That is when Chad jumps out of bed and runs out to look at it. Should I call the fire department I say - He says no, he can handle it. I get the fire extinguisher - that doesn't work so I call 911 (a.k.a. MY WORK). After that frantic phone call, Chad and I try pushing the car away from the house. Try putting it in gear then pushing it away from the house. Chad gets the skidloader and SHOVES it away from the house. We go inside - tires start to blow - we get behind a wall. And wait. And wait. And Wait. FINALLY fire trucks come rolling in and eventually get the fire put out. From the time I called 911 to the time the fire department went on scene - 9 minutes. Not bad for it being 12:45 am and living 6 miles outside of town. And remember, this was a volunteer fire department - they had to wake up, get out of their house, go to the station, put their turnout gear on, and drive to my house. THANK YOU!!
There is a fuzzy picture at the bottom - Chad was in the process of moving it
The top picture - above the date is my rear drivers side tire
Me - Chad. Chad. CHAD. HONEY. WAKE UP.
Chad - Mumbles
Me - I think there is something wrong with my car.
Chad - Why?
Me - Because it is on fire.
That is when Chad jumps out of bed and runs out to look at it. Should I call the fire department I say - He says no, he can handle it. I get the fire extinguisher - that doesn't work so I call 911 (a.k.a. MY WORK). After that frantic phone call, Chad and I try pushing the car away from the house. Try putting it in gear then pushing it away from the house. Chad gets the skidloader and SHOVES it away from the house. We go inside - tires start to blow - we get behind a wall. And wait. And wait. And Wait. FINALLY fire trucks come rolling in and eventually get the fire put out. From the time I called 911 to the time the fire department went on scene - 9 minutes. Not bad for it being 12:45 am and living 6 miles outside of town. And remember, this was a volunteer fire department - they had to wake up, get out of their house, go to the station, put their turnout gear on, and drive to my house. THANK YOU!!
There is a fuzzy picture at the bottom - Chad was in the process of moving it
The top picture - above the date is my rear drivers side tire
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Dispatcher...
Got this from one of our deputies... I love it!!
A sign some of us have been dispatching too long:
-You answer your home phone "9-1-1, what is your emergency?"
-You spend more on fast food than utilities.
-You see nothing wrong with eating a Taco Bell Grande Meal or pizza at 3 a.m.
-Adult emergency personnel, not related to you, refer to you as mother/father.
-You consider coffee an indispensable work tool.
-You answer your home phone "dispatch".
-You answer dispatch phone "hell" instead of "hello".
-The only thing that gets your adrenaline going is the walk to and from your car.
-You find humor in other people's misery.
-You're only happy if you have something to complain about.
-You consider patience a weakness, not a virtue.
-Your idea of a good night involves someone getting shot, chased or dismembered.
-You have forgotten what it is like to actually eat a warm meal.
-You think it's funny when a would-be suicide gets bored waiting for the gas from the stove to do it's thing and lights a cigarette to pass the time resulting in an explosion that leaves her neighbors homeless but she still survives.
-You truly believe stupidity should be painful.
-If an officer screams over the radio that a nuclear bomb has just detonated, you'd just ask the "20" of the mushroom cloud and assign it an eight digit case number.
-Dinner consist of a 2 liter bottle of soda and whatever you can scrounge out of the vending machine.
-Antacid tablets, or better known as dispatcher candy, become your regular dessert.
-You read newspaper accounts of a major incident that occurred during your shift and can point out all the incorrect information...and then laugh about it.
-Family members comment about how nice you "used" to be before you started this job.
-You believe in aerial spraying of Prozac and/or birth control over certain parts of your city.
-You have no idea what a holiday is, other than it's the day when everyone gets drunk and beats up their family members.
-You can carry on more than 4 conversations simultaneously.
-You have the bladder capacity of a tanker truck or of a small third world army.
-You can resume a conversation with coworkers 4 hours later, in mid-sentence and everyone knows what you are talking about.
-You have a long term telephonic relationship with one or more paranoid schizophrenic PTSD suffering relatives of a public official.
-You get impatient listening to people relate a story - You want "just the facts".
-You believe 90% of people can't look up a telephone number.
-You get easily bored with happy, content people.
-You have perfected the phrase "I pay taxes, too".
-You have perfected some witty response to the comment, "I pay your salary!"
-You can talk on the phone, listen to the radio and type request into the computer at the same time without missing anything.
-You think it is funny when a "regular client" kills himself while breaking into a business.
-You can give directions to any location in your city off the top of your head.
-You can relate a 10 minute story over a 2 hour time period, after many interruptions, without losing your place.
-You refuse to allow anyone to say "have a quiet shift".
-You believe that the statement, "It sure is quiet!" will bring down the wrath of god upon you.
-Your friends and neighbors call for legal advice.
-You can give anyone the exact address of every bar in your jurisdiction.
-You question the motives of anyone who makes an effort to get to know you after they learn your profession.
-You know the phone number of every restaurant or business that delivers food, specially late at night.
-You spell everything phonetically.
-You can only tell time on a 24 hour clock.
-You acknowledge your friends and families remarks with the time.
-You have spent time explaning to officers, firefighters or EMTs the difference between a dispatcher and a personal assistant.
-You live in fear of a full moon.
-You are on a first name basis with every crazy lunatic in your jurisdiction.
-You find no comfort in knowing that the equipment that you depend on to do your job and protect others was purchased at the lowest bid possible.
-You respond faster to the name "RADIO" or "CENTRAL" than you do to your own name.
-You find yourself talking to family and friends in codes.
-You have a tendency to giggle at your friends "big" problems.
-You respond 10-4 when told to please pull around to the first window at a fast food restaurant.
-You tell cops where to go without fear.
A sign some of us have been dispatching too long:
-You answer your home phone "9-1-1, what is your emergency?"
-You spend more on fast food than utilities.
-You see nothing wrong with eating a Taco Bell Grande Meal or pizza at 3 a.m.
-Adult emergency personnel, not related to you, refer to you as mother/father.
-You consider coffee an indispensable work tool.
-You answer your home phone "dispatch".
-You answer dispatch phone "hell" instead of "hello".
-The only thing that gets your adrenaline going is the walk to and from your car.
-You find humor in other people's misery.
-You're only happy if you have something to complain about.
-You consider patience a weakness, not a virtue.
-Your idea of a good night involves someone getting shot, chased or dismembered.
-You have forgotten what it is like to actually eat a warm meal.
-You think it's funny when a would-be suicide gets bored waiting for the gas from the stove to do it's thing and lights a cigarette to pass the time resulting in an explosion that leaves her neighbors homeless but she still survives.
-You truly believe stupidity should be painful.
-If an officer screams over the radio that a nuclear bomb has just detonated, you'd just ask the "20" of the mushroom cloud and assign it an eight digit case number.
-Dinner consist of a 2 liter bottle of soda and whatever you can scrounge out of the vending machine.
-Antacid tablets, or better known as dispatcher candy, become your regular dessert.
-You read newspaper accounts of a major incident that occurred during your shift and can point out all the incorrect information...and then laugh about it.
-Family members comment about how nice you "used" to be before you started this job.
-You believe in aerial spraying of Prozac and/or birth control over certain parts of your city.
-You have no idea what a holiday is, other than it's the day when everyone gets drunk and beats up their family members.
-You can carry on more than 4 conversations simultaneously.
-You have the bladder capacity of a tanker truck or of a small third world army.
-You can resume a conversation with coworkers 4 hours later, in mid-sentence and everyone knows what you are talking about.
-You have a long term telephonic relationship with one or more paranoid schizophrenic PTSD suffering relatives of a public official.
-You get impatient listening to people relate a story - You want "just the facts".
-You believe 90% of people can't look up a telephone number.
-You get easily bored with happy, content people.
-You have perfected the phrase "I pay taxes, too".
-You have perfected some witty response to the comment, "I pay your salary!"
-You can talk on the phone, listen to the radio and type request into the computer at the same time without missing anything.
-You think it is funny when a "regular client" kills himself while breaking into a business.
-You can give directions to any location in your city off the top of your head.
-You can relate a 10 minute story over a 2 hour time period, after many interruptions, without losing your place.
-You refuse to allow anyone to say "have a quiet shift".
-You believe that the statement, "It sure is quiet!" will bring down the wrath of god upon you.
-Your friends and neighbors call for legal advice.
-You can give anyone the exact address of every bar in your jurisdiction.
-You question the motives of anyone who makes an effort to get to know you after they learn your profession.
-You know the phone number of every restaurant or business that delivers food, specially late at night.
-You spell everything phonetically.
-You can only tell time on a 24 hour clock.
-You acknowledge your friends and families remarks with the time.
-You have spent time explaning to officers, firefighters or EMTs the difference between a dispatcher and a personal assistant.
-You live in fear of a full moon.
-You are on a first name basis with every crazy lunatic in your jurisdiction.
-You find no comfort in knowing that the equipment that you depend on to do your job and protect others was purchased at the lowest bid possible.
-You respond faster to the name "RADIO" or "CENTRAL" than you do to your own name.
-You find yourself talking to family and friends in codes.
-You have a tendency to giggle at your friends "big" problems.
-You respond 10-4 when told to please pull around to the first window at a fast food restaurant.
-You tell cops where to go without fear.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Pictures
Figured it was time to post some pictures... In a few of them, Hunter and I built a fort in the living room that he and Ian could play in, so I HAD to get pictures of that!! Ian also decided that he wanted to cook one evening, he has a bad habit of getting out all my pots & pans lately!! And the last picture, Ian was cuddling with his "Bad Dream Bear" which is one of the three D.A.R.E lions that I still have from when Dad taught the class, Hunter sleeps with the biggest one, Ian has the medium size & I have a little beanie baby sized one on my headboard. Chad went to put Hunter to bed the other night and saw something furry in bed with Ian... It was NOT set up -- no sooner had Chad stepped in he came right back out to get me!!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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