Boston Firefighters: you make our city proud.

After being on the Boston Fire Department since 1980 my dads retirement party @ Florian Hall is tonight. I couldn't be prouder of my father. Being a firefighters kid, you learn to block out what your dad does when he goes to work so you're not afraid. You knew its not the typical 9-5 job that most of your friends dads have, its way cooler. You know you'll always have the cool stuff to bring in for show & tell like the boots or jacket. You get to ride around the block on the fire truck at the christmas parties with the siren on and it's so fun. [except the one time I was the xmas elf and froze my bum off riding on the truck with Santa]. You knew when you got in trouble to check his work calendar to see if his group is on, and if they were you get a few days without punishment till he gets home. Unless of course you are in deep shit and your mom makes you call the firehouse & tell him what you did- THEN you know you were gonna get it. The five us of have worn hats, t shirts, sweatshirts, pins- anything and everything BFD. The sense of pride in the way we get to brag that our dad is a Boston firefighter is unexplainable. There's no greater feeling that pointing out your dad and saying.."see that firefighter there? that badass is my dad!"
Firechief- we are so proud of you...and it's okay you still think LOL means lots of love b/c thats what the other guys at the firehouse said. We can't wait to celebrate tonight.

Your stickers are stupid.

So here I am, writing my first ever blog entry. eeeeek.

My sister got me this, my very own website- how cool is that?! Let's just hope I at least get a few readers, even one besides just my parents.  If my dad had his way I'd do comedy open mic nights, and if my mom had her way I'd stop dropping my laundry at her house to do or I'd at least pay the 35 cents her mom used to charge to iron. Hi Mom. Hi Dad.

Okay so here's what. I do not understand those sticker families people put on their cars. I really really  don't get it. It is so tacky and frankly stupid. I cannot imagine spending actual money on such a silly thing. It's almost as practical as paying real money to buy crops for your farm on facebook. Stupid.

Maybe I am just too much of a young, vibrant, cool, adorable, anti minivan driving woman to understand why on earth people do this.  I forced myself to try and get it and think of reasons people may do this. This is what I  got:

-you just want people to know you have kids to get ready in the morning so when you are looking rough, people can see you had to get all those little things ready and didn't have much time for yourself.

-you just want people to know you have kids! and a husband! and they like sports! and you have pets! 

-your sticker books is full. The windows of a car provide plenty of room to collect what you'd like.

That's all i got. Then I thought, why would men have them on their cars?  I assume the wife got them and made sure they went on. 

Reasons for that:

-to make it known that he is married and has kids and keep away? yes, good idea because that bratty kid screaming with snots running all over his face climbing out of your husbands truck is such a turn on.                                                                                  

-in the event the kids aren't with him, the stickers will definitely ward off any other woman, and if the kid stickers aren't enough the pets are on there. I'd imagine the conversation would go like this:

"Girl, I would totally hit on him, he has kids and whatever but he has a fish- a fish! I can't, i..I  just can't."

[A little side note about the fish sticker. Let's be real. That fish takes one damn ride. Home. Their next ride is down the crapper. Smart, you just wasted $4.75. For another $4.75 you can replace it with a sticker of a dead fish upside down. That's not a joke. That really is an option.]

-to let it known that they do, in fact, have their husbands balls in their handbag on the front seat of their mini van which is also detailed with family stickers.

If you read this, have those stickers and are offended, just know I too am offended. It takes everything in me not to rearrange those stickers into something obscene.