Aircraft Rescue Fire Fighter

Don went to one of the elementary schools last week to teach the 3rd graders about his job. Yesterday, he came home with a thank you book from one of the classes and told me I could share some of my favorite pictures. It shouldn't take long for you to figure out which parts of the presentation the students liked best. 

"Supper Hearo" or Super Hero? I'd say he's both. :)

I'm not sure what water and beer have to do with fire fighting. But I wasn't there and with kids, anything goes. :)

With the exception of the student's letters, all photographs were taken by Andrea Watkins Photography.

He Thinks His Forklift’s Sexy

My son Chase got a new job working in a warehouse for a big electronic company. He loves it and is happy he doesn’t have to work with the public (at the liquor store) anymore.

A couple of days ago, I received this picture/text from him on my cell phone…



“If you think this is sexy, you should see it when I’m on it.”



He may be a little cocky, but it pleases me that he is excited about his job. :)

Babysitting and Pranks

When I was young, my parents didn't leave my siblings and me with a babysitter very often, but there are three teenage girls that do stand out in my mind. Sitter number one use to threaten to put my head in the toilet if I kept bugging her to play Candy Land. (It's funny. Now that I'm older, I can see her point.) Sitter number two was a little on the chubby side. She liked to eat our tomatoes. For some reason, at the time, my little brain thought that was disgusting. The third babysitter actually left us and went off with some boys. Thank goodness my stepsister, who lived in the same neighborhood with her mom, somehow found out we were alone and came to our rescue. (I'm sure sitter number three was just a slut, because we weren't bad children.)

When I became a teen, I hated babysitting. Having two younger brothers, I figured watching them once in awhile was enough. However, I did like having money, so I accepted a few jobs. My favorite ones were when the kids were already in bed when I got there. All I had to do was watch television and maybe have a bowl of ice cream (with their permission). One jack-ass dad stands out in my mind. He got mad at me because his baby wasn't in the crib asleep when he got home. (I was holding and rocking the sleeping baby, because the little thing cried and cried when I put him in his crib.) I had the other three kids in bed and they were sleeping soundly, but that wasn't good enough. Did I mention the guy was a jerk?

My younger sister was a much better babysitter than I. Not only would she watch kids all day, she would even wash people's dirty dishes. Not me. No way. I wasn't getting paid to be a maid; I was hired to watch the children.

One thing is for certain. I sure am glad nobody did to me what Scare Tactics did to the poor guy in this clip:

Necktie Torture

My son Casey (age 21) got a job promotion and is now required to wear a necktie everyday. I love it because he looks so handsome, but there is a minor dilemma. Casey doesn't know how to tie a tie, so he's recruited his dad (Don) to be his personal, tie tying assistant.

Don hates tying ties. In fact, he's figured out a way to slip out of his neckties, so he never has to re-tie them. When Don receives a new tie for Father's Day, or Christmas, or any occasion, he gratefully accepts the gift, but then procrastinates tying it, so it goes unworn for months.

Casey bought three new neckties over the week-end and left them at our house for his dad to work his magic. When Don came home from work and saw them, he said to me, "You do know that if I have to tie three ties in one night, I'm gonna hang myself with the last one."

Casey may look like his dad, but he's inherited my love for Coca-Cola :)

(Before I get any snide comments about how Don should teach Casey to tie his own ties, I will tell you that he will. Life just needs to slow down enough for Don and Casey to be in the same place at the same time.)