my hubs is a can do kinda guy. he's not half assed. he gives everything he does his all.
i know two self made men. he is one.
in addition to having an amazingly strong work ethic - he also gets to do all kinds of
super cool shit.
he was given the opportunity to be the incident command trainee at the banner fire in julian.
that's right.
head honcho trainee. big cheese trainee. man in charge trainee.
strong work mora. us girls are super duper proud of you.
I love the Beatles. Heck I love Elvis.
I've seen those old t.v. shows where the teeny bopper girls swoon over & screech & cry & scream & pull their hair & faint over their rockstar of choice.
Well I did that.
Kinda.
Maybe not as dramatic as you see on the tele.
But I cried. Yup, tears. Streaming down my face as I sang along.
I'm sure I bruised hubby's arms from grabbing & squeezing so much.
But it wasn't the Beatles or Elvis (duh)...
It was Morrissey. GLorious. Lovely. Harmonious. Morrissey.
In all of his glitter sweater glory. Brought tears to my eyes.
One of my all time favorite concerts.
Thank you SuperMex for making it happen & checking it off my bucket list.
The month before last the hubs and I did something super together.
Super hard.
Super dirty.
Super sore.
Super fun.
So super I want to do it again!
taping of the shoes
before: clean & ready
Pre race I was excited & ready to go. Until I saw the course. I've recently began to enjoy running.
Short distances.
Short distances that are flat.
No hills or marathons.
30 minute running, preferably 20.
But I guess I should've known when I signed us up for a "mud run".
A three mile course.
Complete with tunnels to crawl through (I'm talking border crossing tunnels).
And mud pools pits. Mud in your eye, mud in your bra, mud in your mouth.
I punched it the first mile. And walked the other two.
I didn't expect hills. I hadn't practiced jumping in & out of tires.
And swinging from ropes across a mud pit wasn't in my training schedule.
But despite it all, it was great.
The seksi mex ran/walked with me. Didn't leave my side, gave me props.
Next year I'll do better, promise.
5k - i.e. 3.1 miles: 47 minutes. Not too shabby
one of the last international playboys was on my list to see & hear. and my lover lovely love was super fantastic enough to purchase us two - 5th row tickets. that's right. i'll be front right & center rockin' out to girlfriend in a coma - and such. don't hate.
You know the rest it keeps going & going & going & going...
The above would 100% true of my hubs since at least April 19th. Possibly before. If he isn't going to school, training, attending a meeting or flying to Fresno for a conference or Wisconsin to build a fire engine then he would be at work doing what he does best. Some weeks we see him once which is always hard on me girlies two. Other weeks we are lucky to see him twice. Silly how seeing him twice puts us in the lucky catagory. But it is what it is and all this hard work away from home will pay off when he is sitting pretty at the beach next to me enjoying his retirement (think 7 years). So without further ado here is my bragging moment.
Sergio's new fire truck. One in which he spent endless hours helping build. Lots of paperwork, fly miles & meetings and here is the end result. Proud of you Sergio. Strong work Mora, strong work ;)
Once upon a time there lived a young, hot new fireman. Loose lipped and fancy free. Fast cars & faster women. Del Mar Fire Department was his new second home. Time went on... young, hot new fireman became - older, hotter Fireman turned Engineer then Captain of National City Fire Department. Once a Captain he moved along up the ladder of Fireman success. He awoke to find himself still older, still hotter but now he was the boss. Or "El Jefe" as I like to call him.
