Absence Makes the Heart…

Guess what, I’m still at home alone without my husband who is out doing this…

west fork

But I can’t whine about it anymore because the truth is I’m very fortunate. Now this may come as a shock to you but when it comes to the real drama of life I shy away from talking about it. Don’t get me wrong I can be dramatic about all kinds of stupid things and get all dramatic while I’m making fun of myself but when it comes to the real stuff I don’t want to have any part of it.

That is why when I saw the news yesterday that reported 19 firefighters had died in a wildland fire out doing what my husband is currently doing I turned the TV off. Then this morning when I clicked on MSN I saw one of the widows looking me right in the eye and couldn’t handle that either so I clicked off of it.  And that’s why I haven’t written a blog sooner. It was the only thing on my mind and I didn’t want to write about it.

Here I was sitting at home lamenting over the fact that I haven’t had any “me” time for the past two weeks while somewhere out there someone just like me won’t get to see her husband again. It definitely puts things into perspective.

I don’t get to talk to Brent everyday but he does his best to check in and let me know how things are going. A lot of the firefighters that he’s working with are actually from Arizona and one of the men that he’s working with has a son who was on that very crew that got caught in the fire. Fortunately for him the crew had split up and his son was safe from the blaze. However, last year he was nominated rookie of the year and was granted the honor of training the next group of guys that came in. Many of the men that he trained were a part of the 19 who died in that fire in Arizona. Brent said it was heart breaking to hear this man try to reassure his son over the phone that there was nothing that he could have done. It was just a perfect storm of circumstance that nobody could have predicted.

The day after the incident all of the firefighters gathered early to discuss what had happened to those firefighters in Arizona. The mood was very somber and all of those guys took the time to call their loved ones just to reassure them that they were safe and that what had happened to that crew was a very rare incident.

During this time I couldn’t help but think about the phone call I got from Brent early in his deployment talking about how the starter on their engine wasn’t working and they couldn’t go anywhere. They were supposed to be positioned in the most dangerous part of the fire and he was upset to be missing out on all of the action. While he went on and on about how mad he was not to be out there I couldn’t help but be grateful that the engine didn’t decide to go out while they were in the line of fire… literally.

It makes me wonder how many close calls I’ve actually had in life and never knew it. It makes me realize that every moment that I have with those that I love really is a gift and I should be more grateful.

The Fourth of July is in just a few days but I’m not as excited about it as I would normally be. I’m more excited for this Saturday to arrive so that I can give my husband that hug and kiss I never got to give him on his departure since he left so spur of the moment. I just can’t wait to see that guy!

Until then Penelope has decided to do her part in the fight against fire… by eating a box of matches.


What can I say? She’s just like her father.

***If you are like me and you feel helpless for those who lost their loved ones in this fire or any wildland fire for that matter you can make donations to Wildland Firefighter Foundation. It’s a non-profit organization that provides immediate financial support to the families of fallen firefighters along with ongoing emotional support, advocacy and recognition to fallen or injured firefighters and their families***

Let’s just say that I prefer to be on the donating side of this organization…

Cheers You Slimy Suckers

So I have a little confession to make… I’ve been a little stressed out.

I was in denial because I wanted my cousin to have fun while she was here. By the end of her trip the window company we bought our new windows from informed me that they would be installing them the day she left. At first I was really excited but then I started to take down the blinds and found myself completely overwhelmed by just how ghetto fabulous the previous owners of our house were.

I mean seriously, who glues match boxes from Vegas to their blinds???


It took forever to get those suckers down! Once I finally got the job done I was coated in dust and silently reprimanding myself for not being a tidier homeowner.

I don’t really think it was the windows that had me stressed out but more the fact that my husband is away for so long. I’m not normally clingy but I was nowhere near mentally prepared to have him be deployed to fight a wild-fire for two weeks. Deployments aren’t always so spur of the moment. I’m still kicking myself for not giving him a kiss before he left for work.

In the mean time while I complain about how stressed out I am about dusty blinds he’s off fighting something that looks like this…


(He sent me this picture from his phone upon arrival.)

Since then the West Fork Complex Fire has grown significantly. When I got to talk to him he told me that his crew was supposed to be assigned to where the brunt of the action was but for some strange reason the starter in their rig went out before they could get there. While he went on and on about how ticked he was to be missing out on all of the good stuff I was secretly counting my blessings that the starter didn’t go out on them while the fire was bearing down on them. I was really glad that he had a boring day waiting for it to be repaired.

In other news, I have decided to see if I can get a bunch of slugs drunk…

My garden is a disaster. Over the past week and a half something has eaten the majority of my plants. When I found huge gaping holes I sprayed an organic insecticide that I had on hand all over my plants. Guess what…

I burned the shit out of them. So now not only do I have holy plants but they are crispy to boot. Check it out…


Crusty zucchini… yum.


Dinner plate dahlias.


This was a dinner plate dahlia too… before it got eaten.

I freaked out and went to the nursery and had the professionals pick an organic insecticide that was supposed to be used on plants and I immediately came home and sprayed them. I felt happy with myself until the next morning when I found more holes.


(I don’t think I’ll ever be able to read The Hungry Caterpillar again. I’ve come to realize that this is not a cute children’s book… it’s a tragedy.)

I was starting to become desperate. What was I going to do? Every time I woke up in the morning a little more of my garden was gone! I finally went to another nursery and they told me that I was either dealing with slugs or a worm of some sort. They told me to put out some beer because slugs love beer. If I wake up to find slugs passed out in the beer then I know who the culprit is. So I thought it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot…


(Cheers you slimy little suckers.)

I really hope I find a bunch of drunk slugs in the morning. That way I know who the culprit is. Otherwise I’ll just keep on living the most boring murder mystery there ever was.

In the mean time I’m going to have to remember that I have not replaced my blinds just yet while I get dressed for bed tonight. I don’t need the whole neighborhood looking at my goodies. Especially the weirdo who lives a block away and insists that I keep my porch light off so he can search for comets in the sky with his telescope. That’s right buddy I’ve got my eye on you too. (But that’s another tale for another day.)

I will say that I love the way the windows came out so he can feel free to admire those… during the day… minus the telescope.


I’ll let you know how my slug experiment pans out… I’m sure you’ll be waiting on the edge of your seats 😉