Need new batteries

So I get a page last night there is a
code 3 injury…(Lights and siren)
Horse reared over on a rider possible
broken leg. So I tear ass over to the station
Pager in hand jump in the brush engine
pull out onto the apron, flip on the lights
prepare to hit the siren and I key up the
mic to tell dispatch I’m in-route and
they say “we canceled the call and everyone
was returned”….my pager had died after the
first page and I didn’t hear the stand down….
DOHI. I get the short bus award.

All you wonderful folks have a great weekend.

Peace
Doug

Hay Hay Haaaay

and not in a gay way LMAO well we has been cutting the hay (not the cheese)
and soon its Baling time then that foolishness is done for the year and I can get
on to more important things like sitting in the shade and drinking ice cold beer

here is the Queen running the Mower conditioner


as for the beer this is the bomb made by Bridgeport MMMMMMMM


Got a ice cold six pack of bottles in the basement

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Ok with summer here and the garden and hay and my lazy self...I got nuttin.

Sorry.

XOXO
F.D.

Friday

Friday was a rough day we said goodbye to one of our own, and there were few dry
eyes in the chapel. The Service was for Volunteer Captain Karl Corbin, The Oregon Fire Service Honor Guard was there and even though it was not a LOD death they still show so much respect These People put in so much time and it is really appreciated.

I am still worn out

My long week

So this has turned out to be along week ...
as I sit here listening to Stevie Wonder singing
Superstitions Captain Karl Corbin a volunteer
with Philomath Fire & Rescue passed away on
Tuesday, he will be missed. My Niece graduated
from 8th grade, I told her she went form the
top of the middle school food chain to the
bottom of the high school food chain.
My Mother in law had a mild heart attack and
is going in this morning for a angiogram,
we are all worried about her. Megan graduated
from Linn Benton Community collage, and I have
a picture I will post of her in the bar hoisting a
pint in her mortar board. This afternoon will find
me at the Methodist church for Karls Memorial and
the we will be having a bbq at main station afterwards

I need a weekend

This is the skeletal system of a Fire engine...Oh Ya
And look at all that Forest Service Green In the back ground?

and here Is the Queen waiting for her crown.

Time is dragging.

Stuff

Shamelessly Stolen from Bane at Bane Rants

While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old Texas rancher,whose hand was caught in a gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Obama and his bid to be our President.The old rancher said, ‘Well, ya know, Obama is a ‘post turtle’.’Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a ‘post turtle’ was.The old rancher said, ‘When you’re driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that’s a ‘post turtle’.’The old rancher saw a puzzled look on the doctor’s face, so he continued to explain. ‘You know he didn’t get up there by himself, he doesn’t belong up there, he doesn’t know what to do while he is up there, and you just wonder what kind of a dumb sonofabitch put him up there.’

Thank You

June 6, 1944

Thank you

Fire

I stay up late knowing I will pay for it eventually but my common sense wins out and I crawl to bead at midnight and am just about to fade out when The dreaded tones on my Motorola pager make that certain sound to set it to beeping, I listen for a moment and I
Hear structure fire and I know there will be trouble getting people tapped out for it, I drag myself out and take off for the station and fire up the Red beast. She is cranky and I don’t blame her but the air pressure comes up and the warning light shuts off, then I can release the air brakes and put her into drive and pull out onto the apron and hit the door closer.
I am waiting to call dispatch and let them know I am moving the engine (call numbers 232) there is more important traffic at the moment but then I get a second of clear air and call”100 (dispatch) From 232, 232 moving up to 201” just as I make the call I hear “command from 234 (One of our primary engines)” “234 this is command go ahead” “234 does not have any oil pressure” Oh crap this is now not just a simple move up its now full lights and siren. Residential fires outside of our hydrant system suck… but I’m a fyreman and I will get over it. The rest of the night was long and strenuous but things were worse for the home owner. I had just enough time to come home clean up and eat and be at work……………. K, I was whacked I was filing stuff where it didn’t belong and my brain was in neutral, I am a little better today but not by much. Our engine should be back up today (crosses fingers). Well back to my Frappuccino.

Lyrics about Fyreman?

I have been listening to Weezer?
Ya what of it? anyway the lyrics
from Pork and Beans kind of fit me.
The Crocker kid still kind of scares
me though



and I like the Diet Coke and Mentos stuff