Men will be Boys
Last night my husband ate 20 Little Debbie zebra cakes in less than 5 minutes. He got second place in the eating contest.
Firefighters, no matter what their age, are nothing but little boys. You would not believe the stories I’ve heard about what goes on at the stations. Duct taping the new guys to flagpoles. Waiting for a cold December evening and making the ‘booters’ sing Christmas carols outside, then dumping water on them from the roof followed by flour. And the eating contests vary from Little Debbies to burgers to gallons of milk. Ewe.
Then there’s what they do outside of work. When you think of firefighters, you think trucks. Isn’t that the truth. Big trucks. Toys, toys, toys. Boats, trucks, quads, rock crawlers, sand rails. You name it, Ryan probably works with someone who’s got it. And they do all kinds of boy things together, no girls allowed. Poker, shooting, trips, etc. Men! Grunt.
But they also are the sweetest, most caring group of guys you’ll ever meet. If I stop by the station to drop off something or to say hello to my husband on our anniversary (Happy 3rd my love!), they are always so kind to me and genuinely interested in talking to me. Ryan also works with a guy who found out that one of his fellow firefighters had a very sick child who was in and out of the hospital, so he gave all of his sick leave to that man without thinking.
Being married to a firefighter is hard a lot of the time. He misses important days, I’m home alone a lot, and most of the time when he is home he’s dead tired. But for him to do a job he loves, with people who know how to have a little fun and who care about each other like brothers Well, it makes it all worth it.
