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F is for Firefighters – Guest Post

April 28, 2010

Being married to a (volunteer) firefighter is not easy: beeper pages and ambulance texts at 3 am, waiting for hours until Ben comes home safe, giving up quiet nights and “us” time because they need Ben’s help at this function or that training … and so on.

It’s been over a year since Ben joined the fire company, and I still find myself swallowing my pride and selfishness whenever he’s gone for long periods of time.

Being a firefighter runs through Ben’s veins; the desire is as big a part of his heritage as his beautiful blue eyes and short, stubby nose. His father spent a large portion of his life, and his grandfather has been involved (and still is) since the beginning of time.

Last Saturday, we went to the annual fire company banquet. I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised – my expectations and assumptions of what the night would be were exceeded by leaps and bounds. And even though I’m just the “wife,” I loved the feeling of being part of such an important element of our community. I was overwhelmed with pride for Ben, my two cousins, and close friends who give their time for others. Though it’s partially to blame on the open bar — I have to admit — I was feeling a bit sappy.

One of the best parts of the night was winning a blue embroidered t-shirt from the raffle – because I’ve wanted one for months now, and I love me some free stuff!

All kidding aside, I am by no means trying to whine that being with a firefighter has its tough times. Instead, I say it to realize that as a firefighter’s wife, I have a crucial part to play as well: supporting both Ben and the other guys as much as possible. Sometimes I forget how important it is to my husband to be able to tell me about what he does, what he sees, and what he experiences. (If you knew how bad Ben is at telling stories, you’d understand why I can overlook this.)

In addition to emotional support, apparently my appointed role in the fire company is “Volunteer Betty Crocker.” And you know what? I’m A-Okay with that.

About Jenn of South of Sheridan: Writer, wife, penguin-fanatic and “crippled kid,” looking at this crazy world through a pair of sarcastic brown eyes and a power wheelchair. Proud owner of three-attention-addicted cats, two un-trainable dogs, and one Irish-tempered, newlywed husband, named Ben.

Grab the button! Monday Linky

April 25, 2010

Hey crazy blogging friends!

Here’s our Mister Linky… you know what to do!  Put in your URL and then find some new friends!

That’s all there is to it.. no long drawn out rules or expectations… (K.I.S.S. Keep it simple stupid).. that’s my motto

Hey!  and make sure you all have the WBB button proudly displayed on your blog homepage!  This is the only way we can find new peeps to follow!  and it’s the only rule we have here…  So don’t be shy!  grab our BUTT-ons!

What’s with Chief lately? & Monday Link-up

April 18, 2010

What UP homies? <—I sound hip there don’t I? (not really)

So I am gonna indulge myself here a bit because, let’s face it… it’s my site (or half of it is) and I can do what I want (as long as Kim says it’s OK)… for those of you who read my post on my home blog yesterday, you are excused after you LINK UP WITH MR. LINKY BELOW as you may feel like a bit of a Deja Vu moment…

I started a business of sorts and I am so bedongled about it I can’t hold still enough to type it out and I need everyone to go over and check it out for me!  It’s free, it’s a blast, and it’s perfect for those of you who can’t seem to get enough of me!<—not a good selling point…

Maybe you have seen this logo out there in the blogosphere lately…Maybe you haven’t but now you have so let me tell you how it has anything to do with the ridiculous ramblings that have so far plagued this post…

I NEED SUBSCRIBERS!  I write a weekly newsletter with great parenting tips, book reviews, movie reviews, recipes, crafts and activities for families and I want EVERYONE TO join me!  Just click the BIG OL’ LOGO above and it will take you right there like the DeLorean in Back to the Future!

Go ahead, click it and take a ride over to my place!

Then click “subscribe” on my sidebar and every week you will get a little bit of Chief directly in your inbox! CAN YOU IMAGINE IT?  Phew!  Who knew life could be so good? (snarky)

Right now I am giving away a $25 gift card to the restaurant of your choice just for referring your friends!  Soon, I will have fun giveaways and free loot for everyone!  So go over and check it out, for the first 10 subscribers, I have 1 million fake Mexican Pesos… snort.

On a side note: If you have a business and want to feature something in my newsletter, email me and I would love to do an article and a giveaway to help promote your business as well!

K… so now that I’m done pimping my page out.. let me tell you something else for those who are looking for a fun job they can do and still be involved with their kids.  I work full time and I have taken this on as a hobby of sorts so here’s the short version of what the whole thing is about…

I am a Macaroni Publishing Mom!  I get to publish a local online newsletter for my community.  I am part of an international company “Macaroni Kid”, and I make money through advertising and free perqs!  All I have to do is know about the fun activities and events going on in my area and post about them on my site!  I have local advertisers offering me free perqs in return for shout outs and my family enjoys the great new activities that we are involved in since I began this adventure 6 weeks ago!

I would love to tell you more about it!  Email me if your interested.

Love and all things gooey… Chief


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It’s Been a Xanax Kind of Day ~ Guest Post

April 14, 2010

The Denali & I had been keeping the road hot today!

7:30-8:15 –> take Bo & Sass to school
We get home & I have to rush around to get Baby Girl dressed for playschool because Retro was dropping her off on the way to physical therapy (that’s whole other story).  But first, she has to watch the rest of Pinky Dinky Doo.  She’s been sick, but today was Cat in the Hat day & she seemed better, so I let her go.  She rocked her tutu skirt today.

9ish-10ish –> That’s 1 hour to read emails, fold a load of clothes & turn myself into another person get dressed for public appearance.

10:30 –> Meet the playschool at the library, along with every other playschool/day care in the tri-state area town.  One of said daycares was late.  Imagine that.  Eventually the Mayor reads Mr. Brown can Moo, so 50 3 &4 year olds can scream make all the noises in my ear.  Then the Cat in the Hat arrives & Baby Girl is stoked!  Usually she’s not the biggest fan of characters, but she was all over him/her/whatever.  Of course, I had no camera.  Leave ASAP.

11-11:45 –> Haul boogie back to the school to get Bo & then back down the interstate to the ENT, where I got to sit around for an hour & a half only to hear such things as CT scans, draining sinuses & more tubes!  Woo-Hoo!

1:30 –> Bo’s starving, so I try to talk him into Applebee’s (I was craving their Oriental Salad) but he insists on Chick-fil-a AGAIN.  Sometimes that yummy chicken gets old. And we got to go inside & play on the playground thingy. Then a bee-line to the Wal-Mart to spend $20 on 2 batteries for my camera.  Bo wanted a movie, but unfortunately WM stopped selling them (wink, wink) Thanks WM for moving those things out of the center aisle!  So I got out with 2 -97 cent (why is there not a cent sign on this computer) Hot Wheels. Remind me to send them a thank you note for selling cheap toys!

2:30-3:15 –> pick up Sass from school then head home with a stop at the local drug store to pick up some meds for Bo (not his ear meds, that had to be ordered).  Grandparent’s Day, a major production preformed by the entire lower school, is Friday & if you remember the Halloween parade & Christmas program, you will understand what kind of meds.

3:30-4ish –> get home & Momma brings Baby Girl home & she has lost her voice, which is not entirely a bad thing too bad it wasn’t her sister.  So Retro decides she needs to go to my favorite place on earth Disney World Primary Pediatrics! 

4:30ish –>arrive for our 4:15 appt. only to wait another hour to hear such things as no strep, croup, laryngitis & prednisolone (that’s not how I thought it was spelled).

5:45–>high tail-it back to the drug store before 6 pm, get there at 6:07 but they still gave me the meds. That’s smalltown service for you.  Plus, we are their best customers. I’m not kidding, I wish I was.

6:30 ish–>finally make it home with this post in my mind & Bo’s on the computer watching youtube.  Then Retro gets on to watch videos from every old ass song in the the 70s & 80s.  Not even my faves.  This 1 computer household ain’t working for me.  

8pm- finally get to sit down & type this.  Now it’s after 9.  And I’ve got to get up at the crack of dawn to curl Sass’s hair for dress rehearsal.

Good Night…now where’s my Boone’s Farm

About Semi-Slacker Mom:

Semi-Slacker Mom– That’s me! A SAHM of 3, loving wife, wonderful daughter & DIL, volunteer, room mother, Bunko Babe, Republican & Methodist.

April 12 Monday Link-up

April 12, 2010

It’s a new week everyone!  Spring is in full force and I don’t know about you but I can feel it all the way down to my toes!  The tulips are popping from their hiding spots in the ground and I am again constantly gathering the kids from playing outside.

Let’s link up and see what our bloggers have been up to!

All you need to do is click Mr. Linky’s linkerupper and put the URL of the post you want to share with everyone.  Then go visit the rest of the links and tell them you were there.

That’s it!

Thanks for playing along!


How I Got The Shaft From Books, TV, and Movies ~ Guest Post

April 7, 2010

I love books, television and movies. But they have totally effed my perspective on life, love and happiness. Nothing happens like they say it will. Not even close.

Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret. – This book totally skewed my first period. For realz. I read this book and envisioned that my first period would play out exactly like it did in the book. I would get to wear those cool belts and all my friends would be so envious. Eff that. I was on vacation when I first got it. I knew what it was, of course, because I had read everything I possibly could in anticipation. I was in my aunt’s bathroom when it arrived. I yelled out for mom because even though I had read all that stuff, I still wasn’t sure what exactly to do. She comes in and goes in the closet and pulls out this big as a boat maxi pad. That had sticky stuff on the bottom. No belt. Nothing to hook on and wear under my clothes. Nada. The whole thrill of it was gone. It didn’t make me gush with all the emotional realization of what my body can do. It just made me gush. Made me feel like a slaughtered pig. So instead I walked around skulking for the rest of the trip, trying to act like I was older, secretly wishing my boobs would have caught up with my uterus. There was plenty of time for that though, thank you very much! Ladies, we got the short end of the stick. I’d much rather walk around with a hard-on than deal with this every month.

Forever – Yep another Judy Blume. This lady was the bomb for teen angst. My first time was nothing at all like it was in Forever. There was no fondue, it was not on a skiing trip that my parents just decided to let me go on. Nothing at all. In fact, it was over in all of less than two minutes. In a basement, on the guys grandmothers bed. Talk about romantic. And you know what? We did go back to holding hands after that, it can be done. There were no sparks, no butterflies, no talk of the pill. Actually, I didn’t feel any different after than I did before I had sex. I will say that after my first time, I did wait a long time before I had sex again. At least it’s become more novel worthy 😉

The White Mountains – I thought that by the time I hit 21, the world would be ruled by the tripods. I thought we would all have implants, not the boobie kind, that would be controlled by these creatures and we would be at their whim. Guess not. On a side note, I also thought I would have a jet-pack that would get me from place to place and cool food like the Jetson’s have. FML.

Grease – I don’t know about you, but I sure was disappointed when I graduated HS and there was no carnival. No bursting out in song and dance to the likes of “we go together like rama lama lama ke ding a de dinga a dong, remembered forever like shoo bop wadda wadda yipitty boom de boom.” And for the record, there was no flying car after to take me away with my super cool boyfriend while all the dorks stood around and got their yearbook sign. I feel so cheated.

Say Anything – I am still looking for my Lloyd Dobler. *swoons* a man who doesn’t want to sell anything, buy anything or process anything as a career. Who doesn’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold, bought or processed or repair anything sold bought or processed. But more importantly, who will stand under my bedroom window in a trench coat, holding a boom-box over his head and blast “In Your Eyes” by Peter Gabriel. Lloyd, where the eff are you already?

90210 – My parents were never this cool. And we never had the cash to do/buy all the things these kids did. If I crashed my car while drunk driving, my dad would have kicked my ass. I would have been better off staying in jail. If my parents found a pregnancy test in the recycle bin (if we had a recycle bin) my mom wouldn’t have taken me to the doctor to look into birth control, she would have immediately went to church and prayed for my lost, sinner soul. Then my dad would have kicked my ass. And my boyfriends ass. My mom never took me shopping to a really fancy store for the Spring Fling Dance, hell, we didn’t even have a spring fling dance. Or a football team. Or cheerleaders. Or lockers. I was really bummed about not having lockers in my school that I could go to between classes to hang out. Nope, I had to carry all those heavy-assed books all freaking day long. But I digress. We didn’t go into the city to buy new clothes. We went to the Sears Outlet. On Long Island. But hey, I guess I could have had my Brady moment if I walked around singing it’s a sunshine day!

Melrose Place – when I finally moved out on my own (well not completely alone, I moved in with a boyfriend) we lived in an apartment complex. I didn’t have any trendy, sexy neighbors. Instead of smelling hot sex and chlorine 24/7, I got Indian food 24/7. It permeated my apartment. When I would go to our community pool, which was not in the middle of our courtyard, (hell, I didn’t even have a courtyard) I got to sit across from old biddies with blue hair and saggy boobs and people who brought their tweezers down to the pool to tweeze their, er, um, bikini area. I kid you not.

21 Jump Street – Hey, I went to a bad high school, a really bad high school, but there were no Johnny Depp-lookin’, undercover officers there. When I got in trouble, it was by the freaky ass security guard who was about 300 lbs and still living with his mother. And I got in trouble All. The.Time. What I would have given to have Johnny Depp frisk me to see if I was carrying any illegal drugs.

They basically all lied. There were no captains of football teams for me, I was not a cheerleader, never had the chance to be. My first boyfriend wasn’t this studly guy, or a quiet but super hot geek, he wasn’t sought after by many. I had no hope of my parents buying me a TransAm for my 16th birthday, there was no Jake waiting for me. I would never search for buried treasure under an abandoned restaurant. Never go into the woods with my best friends to see a dead body. Never rule the school with my bitchy group of friends (ok that was the 90s but it’s a cult classic!) I wouldn’t compete in a dance off to be on a hot new dance show, or wreak havoc on my school during detention. I didn’t lose my virginity in spectacular way worth noting. I would never have my uncle get me a silver bullet to kill the werewolf that was terrorizing my neighborhood. My dreams of having a robot sibling never materialized. No trips to the Catskills where I could show off my mad dancing skills and be wooed by the super hot dance instructor.

And they’re still lying. Am I really supposed to believe that Katherine Heigl has such a hard time getting dates in both 27 Dresses and The Ugly Truth? C’mon now, you leave me no hope if that’s true. I know that there will be no Leonardo DiCaprio types holding me on the bow of a ship, unless he wants to push me over it.

But there’s one movie I can believe in. One that I know speaks the truth.

He’s Just Not That Into You.

Boy did I get the shaft. Thank you very much.

About the sass chicka behind The Bare Essentials:
I am a sweet, sassy, single (wtf), 30-something year old (does age REALLY matter?) living in Florida (I’m convinced that I lost my mojo when I moved out of NY!) I’ve been dating for a while now, some serious, some not so serious and some one- night- stands (c’mon now, don’t judge you’ve been there too!)

This is my journey through the world of dating and weeding through all the crap that’s out there! The good, the bad and the guy who gets his profile pics done at Olan Mills! And when I’m not finding interesting prospects to rant about, I’ll charm you with my sarcastic witty take on being single!

I drink too much red wine. Date. Bitch about people who annoy me. And I’m hungry for more!

Monday Link-up

April 5, 2010

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