Yep, Betty you sound just like a firefighter.  My fought them for 20+ years
in a small town.  I loved visiting my Dad where he worked.  Big trucks are
always way cool.  Trained to be a firefighter in the Navy.  Love controlled
burns, too fun, big wrenches, water, sexy uniforms...

"Fire, Fire..." (Beth and hubby John doing the Bevis and Butthead
impression.)

-----Original Message-----
From: St. John's University Cerebral Palsy List
[mailto:[log in to unmask]]On Behalf Of Betty Alfred
Sent: Wednesday, April 26, 2000 12:52 PM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: Betty's HOW/rules about the fire department


In a message dated 04/26/2000 10:09:41 AM Eastern Daylight Time,
[log in to unmask] writes:

<<            She really does this - she really does this - Not only that -
 >she kisses Astro!!!! The bird kisses back - Bird Kisses - Yuck!!  Says the
 >lady who blows raspberries on her kitten's tummy!! LOL
 >
 >                                               Brightest Blessings>
 >Trisha, Betty, and all,

         I know Trisha comments are a "mother lode for puns, but I am fresh
 out. "bird kisses" "Astro pecks", whatever. I am just not up to it this
 morning.

 Bobby >>
Are you having a boo-boo morning sweet little Bobby Boo???

I hug Trisha and Amber, and I kiss all the stuffed animals they ever gave me
(all three gazillion of them).  I also kiss my little rubber snakes.

I just kissed my computer.  I'm a kissing fool.

Good afternoon and love to each of you.

Betty Lou, Betty Lou's got a new pair of shoes. That was my other nickname
at
the Naval District Washington Consolidated Fire Department -- home of the
most mutated looking ladder truck anyone has ever seen.  I loved her though,
and I loved to drive her.  I kissed her too.

When I'd come to work in the morning for my 24 hour shift, the first thing I
did was to kiss my hand and then touch the front of my -- MY -- ladder
truck.

My little boo-boo ladder truck.