I was trying to think about what to write for today. And in my efforts to keep my promise, I am not going to whine. So I just have some scattered thought that have been bouncing around in my head.
1. My dog is really super spoiled. While this should not come as a surprise to me, it does. I was in bed last night reading, and he jumped up on the bed (yes he sleeps in the bed with me, and does have his own designated pillow and side of the bed) with a rawhide chew in his mouth. He walked up to my left arm and put his mouth and chew near my hand. I automaticallly reached out, grabbed the chew and held onto it while he proceeded to chew away on it. It took me a few minutes before I realized what had happened. He gets really into eating these, and when he gets close to gnawing off a piece, he puts his paws on my hand and pushes against my hand to help him rip off the piece. This is when I noticed what was going on… My dog has trained me! I hold his damn bones for him to chew, and I do it automatically now! Wow!
2. I was driving on the interstate the other day, and a fire truck got on with its lights flashing and honking. But did it fly by me on its way to help put out the fire? No. not at all. It was practically crawling. Then I got to thinking why and where does it make sense that the only people that seem to actually pay attention to the speed limit are ambulances and fire trucks? If I were needing either one of these, you better bet that I would want it fucking flying! Screw the speed limit, come and save my ass! I mean, yes, they must be safe, and avoid causing any wrecks themselves, but really?! I was going about 80-85 *this is with the flow of traffic, on the interstate traffic is either crawling/stopped or most people go about 80* and the fire truck got on just a little ahead of me, and I, along with my fellow motorists, has passed it in no time. I mean, really, I think they should be allowed to at least go with the flow of traffic!
3. As I was looking into my review mirror watching the sluggish fire truck, thinking how lucky I was that there is one literally across the street from where I live… Yeah, the sirens suck! I didn’t think about that upon moving in, but at least if my shit goes up in flames or I need some other form of assistance, even at their slow pace, I will have help at my door very shortly. So as all this is going through my mind, the lights of the fire truck are turned off, and it goes into the slow lane. Talk about a let down! I mean, for the firefighters. I mean, there they are, sitting at the station chilling, doing what they do when they aren’t saving people, and the bell starts ringing! Then they all get up, rush to get their gear, slide down the pole, hop on the truck, and come screaming out of the station. *By screaming, I am talking about the sirens, because obviously they are speed-cautious drivers* So the lights are going, you are in your gear heading to a fire or other emergency situation, and I am sure that adrenaline rush is CRAZY! So there is probably some getting yourself ready mentally, psyching yourself up to go and do what needs to be done. I mean if I knew I was going to have to run into a flaming building, I would definitely need to pump myself up some… So here they are sitting in the truck pumping themselves up, adrenaline flowing, and then… All systems not go! Just kidding! Lights off! We’re slowing down even more, and now we’re done. Thanks for the speedy response, but you are no longer needed. LET DOWN! While if I were a firewoman, I would personally be stoked. I am not made to fight fires. I would not be able to hold the hose, break down a door, or carry anything out of a burning house weighing more than 30 pounds max (I am counting in the adrenaline rush, which is why I said 30). But really, I mean, there you are all set and ready to go, but then, no dice. Let down.
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