The time had come.  We decided to do it.  We had done so many other things in our life together that this just seemed like the natural next step.  One of us was getting snipped.  My doctor sat on the end of my hospital bed the day after I had Cameron.  She asked me, “What do you want to do about birth control now?” 

I’m a firm believer that some of the greatest people can be found in firehouses across the world.  The connection that firefighters feel with each other is commonly referred to as the bond of brotherhood.  The term might sound a bit elitist, as though only a select few are allowed inside the inner circle, but that view is far from the truth.  Granted, I’m no firefighting expert, but I’ve had plenty of experience at being a fireman’s wife.  It is from this unique perspective that I see the bond.  I grasp the concept of brotherhood.&nb

I’m not totally sure what it is about firefighting and EMS that completely alters a person’s ability to speak as a normal human being.  I understand that every profession has jargon; its own set of words that only applies to that profession.  I just wonder if every profession has the problem of jargon crossing over into personal life as much as it does in firefighting and EMS.

I live in a reality suspended somewhere between happily married to the man of my dreams and single-handedly dragging my girls through their wonder years.  I used to ask myself, “Why would I choose to do this?  Why would I let my husband off the hook all the time?  Why don’t I just leave his back side in the ashes, find a man who will be there for me all the time, and move on in life?”  I’ve stopped questioning anymore though.  In fact, I now realize that I’m hopelessly addicted to this life.  The reason is simple:

Straight-haired women suck.  Okay, so that might be a bit harsh, but there's a reason for my animosity.  It's a simple reason too.  I have curly hair.

Yesterday was definitely another day for the record books.  Tradd looked at me last night as we headed down the hall to tuck the girls in bed and said, "Tonight was hell."  Yes, very eloquent indeed, but he was completely right.  It was hell.  And what, you ask, prompted this living hell in Beaufort?  What else, but Wal-Mart.

While we were on our month-long trip to California and Arizona, I fussed at Kacy several times about how she was holding her fork to eat meals.  She has held her fork properly for years.  At least, I think she has held her fork properly all this time.  I remember showing her how to use it a long time ago and never noticing since then that she was doing it incorrectly.  I mean with or without an eating utensil, whether it be spoon, fork, spork, or even her grubby little mitts, the girl just can't seem to get all the food from her plate to actually make it into her mou

My weekend really started last Wednesday. We were supposed to go to Carowinds (a Paramount and Nickelodeon based amusement park that sits on the NC-SC border) last Wednesday. Well, lucky for me, I decided to go online at the last minute and print out directions so that Tradd wouldn't have to. When I Googled and pulled up Carowinds, I saw a big, red pop-up box that said, Carowinds Open October 6 & 7. Hmmm...I said. Does this mean it's not open on Wednesday, October 3rd?