Thursday, 3 July 2008

Is it hot in here?

Or was it just the firefighters?

Yes, I'm back. I realize it's been a while, that I've been shirking my bloggerly duties. I'm a bad diva. Diva culpa. But life's just been plain ole crazy lately.

Since I've been gone, life's gone on for all of us. Captain obvious yet again, that's me. But it's true, no? Life has gone on for you. Heck, last time I posted we were but two days into a new season. Now we're in a new month, seeing some serious heat and are finally getting a break (it would seem) from all that rain.

Canada Day has come and gone. Hope you had a good one, and hope that you also managed to swing the Monday off. I did, thankfully, and thoroughly enjoyed my four day weekend. I didn't do much - slept a lot, trying to shake off a bug that's desperately trying to take hold, but I refuse to let the bastards in. Methinks I might be losing that war though...the battle rages on.

But before my four day weekend was the much anticipated Friday night - the Toronto Firefighter's Calendar Competition at the Phoenix.


Now, I can't explain it. There's no reason behind my abject affection for the boys in reflectively suspendered cargo pants. I was never rescued by one following a traumatic experience. I don't have hero fantasy dreams (although I'm thinking that might not be such a bad idea). But despite it all, those firefightin men somehow manage to transform rational, self-assured me into a mumbling pile of gelatinous goo.

The fact that it was sizzling hot outside as well as in didn't do much to discourage shiny face either.

Hubs knows about my predilection. Would we call this a fetish? I'm not quite sure, and am way too tired (read: lazy) to google the requisite definition. Either way, he knows, he does his best to accept, and tries to keep me on the straight and narrow. Tries to snap my attention back to reality in the car as we pass a firetruck, etc.

Doesn't help that we're mere minutes away from the regional headquarters of our fire department.

Well, doesn't help him much anyway. For me, it was an excellent selling feature for the house.


Anyway, I kept joking with Hubs that he should be prepared for pretty much anything when I got home that night. I knew I'd be having a few cocktails with the girls, I didn't have to drive home, and anything was possible. He didn't seem too enthused by that premise. I tried convincing him that it didn't matter where my appetite came from, as long as I ate at home.

He wasn't impressed.

Turns out, he had nothing to worry about. The week leading up to that Friday night had been insanely busy and by the time we were on the train home I was ready to pass out. In fact, I think I might have. I can't recall a time that I was more excited to see my bed, to take my shoes off, to close my eyes and just sleep.

Besides, Hubs barely woke up when I came to bed anyway.

So yeah, there's but a glimpse (a fun one, at least!) into what I've been up to for the past little while. I'll try to be a bit better about posting in the coming weeks. I'm getting my hair cut on Monday - that's always post worthy if nothing else!

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?

3 comments on "Is it hot in here?"

Mrs. Spaghetti Bender on 4 July 2008 at 08:17 said...

Fireman - I love Fireman. Yum!

Any pics from the event? = )

Tatiana said...

mmmmmm firemen. I use to work at a fire college and DH is surprised I didn't have a stroke on a daily basis due to all the young firemen in training that I was surrounded with.

celtic_kitten on 5 July 2008 at 06:47 said...

They were hot enough... if only more of them had been taller *wistful sigh*





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