I've made up my mind: i gotta start barbecuing at the house every weekend possible. What a great weekend this was. Saturday at the station followed by BBQ & football Sunday at the casa. I got to work around 7:40 Saturday morning and the house captain tells me I'll be riding Ladder 7 for the shift. I haven't even started my workday and I'm already getting good news. Have I mentioned how much I love climbing the aerial ladder? Add to that the fact that it's weekend routine at the station (which means breakfast first thing) and you can see why I'm loving life. I check out my gear, check out the truck, help with a quick station cleanup, and I can already smell the bacon. I wish every shift started with bacon. The shift was a good one: a handful of medical calls, a small nothin grass fire, people from domino's dropping by the station with 3 free pizzas, a good workout in the evening, only a couple quick calls after midnight.. Perfect. The best part was that at exactly 2:37 in the pm a stroke of genius hit me. All at once I decided I wanted to watch football all day sunday, I wanted to enjoy a few cold ones, and i wanted good company. I texted Hector, "You off tomorrow?", "Yeah, I'm off. Wanna 'Q' it up?" Genius.
I spent most of Monday chillin, ready to watch my Cowboys on Monday Night Football last night (thank god they won), and had another good shift out at Station 1 today. Lots of visitors here today since a group from here went to the game last night in Dallas. Had some good chow, quiet day, and now I'm ready for bed. [and just as I finished typing that we got a call for a stabbing. Gotta love Corpus drama]. Back now. Gonna try and catch some shut eye while i can. Enjoy the video of me showing dominance over a huge jalapeño below. Nite nite.