Note to Self

No, the reason I have not posted in a few days is not because I have been killed in some horrific rickshaw crash.  Larrieann had the bright idea to invite all her nieces and nephews, plus throw in the west coast grand kids, to come stay with us this last week.  Rather then like we normally do, spreading all their individual visits throughout the summer. 
NOTE to SELF... don't do that again.

 When you have seven kids at one time, ranging from 6 to 16, they tend to gang up on billy blaze.  I think they even begin to plot ways to get my attention. As with any daycare situation there is always that one child who didn't get spanked enough while growing up so it then becomes my responsibility to "train them up right" in the one week we have them.  And what is it with kids screaming these days?  Hell if we screamed as much as a couple of these children, my mom would have hit us with a shovel.  Screaming in my family, growing up, was only used for rattle snake encounters or the occasional cougar attack.  I finally had too ask a couple of the little girls what they would do if they needed help for real.  They informed me, scream louder, hummm.  I'd be in to much pain to help them because my ear drums would be broken from the high pitch.  Larrieann topped the week off for the kids with a camp out at Beaver Hollow. 

I got a reprieve today because I am pulling a fire shift today. 

Already had a "wicked witch of the east" call today.  Building fell on a lady.  Lucky for her she wasn't wearing those long stripped socks and pointy red shoes when I got there.  I would have had to reconsider helping her out from under it if she was wearing that get up. Tomorrow I head back down to camp to retrieve Larrieann from the hoodlums.  At least if they try and burn Beaver Hollow down today I will be the first to know about it.