I can cook more than mac & cheese. My wash loads are separated into whites, darks, and blues. I can iron and sew. Cleaning is stress relief. I give everyone the ability to speak their mind, but reserve the right to laugh at anything I find silly. Being a Packers and Brewers fan means enjoying the losing seasons along with the playoffs. There are two sides to every issue, and sticking to your guns to the bitter end only causes resentment and strife. Religion is a strange way to spend time and money that could be put to better use elsewhere. One part of my collar is blue, the other is white. I am always searching for the best fish fry, french onion soup, and rueben sandwich. I am a Democrat, but more of a “let’s work to fix problems and move on” than the hippie crazies seen on the television. I am pro-military but anti-war. I think that the designated hitter is the dumbest idea in baseball. Food is meant to be enjoyed, regardless of how bad it is for you. And I prefer to be called a conservationist instead of an environmentalist.

Life saver. Ok, so I don’t really save that many. If you are alive when I show up, you’ll probably make it. Dead usually remains dead. Even with the huge advancements in medicine, sudden cardiac arrest, cerebral hemorrhages, and sudden hypovolemia due to massive trauma are not readily reversible in pre-hospital conditions.

Perpetual student. I am working on a degree in Emergency and Disaster Management, with a minor in Management and a certificate in Human Resource Management. I also have two diplomas from the tech school saying I can save lives.

Amateur chef. Political lackey. Keeper of the Extra Coffee Filters.

My mother thinks I am doing nothing with my life. She thinks I need to get a real job, get married, have kids, buy a house, and live the super suburban life. Conform, obey, reproduce. We don’t talk much anymore.

Being overbearing. Outspoken. Loud. Funny.

Not caring- really, it’s not that I don’t care… I just don’t get excited when things are bad for other people. Things break, people die, the sun still comes up in the morning.

I am large and in charge. I have glasses. Hopefully I have pants on.

Most will see that I am funny, intelligent, hungry, and thirsty.

Books: Population 485, Truck, Coop, Report from Engine Co. 82, Bringing Out the Dead, Into the Breach, Catch 22, Sideways, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Fay, Big Bad Love, On Fire, The Hunt for Red October, Kitchen Confidential, The Nasty Bits.

Movies: Backdraft, Bringing Out the Dead, Ladder 49, The Blues Brothers, Black Hawk Down, Cannonball Run, The American President, South Park- Bigger, Longer, and Uncut, The Hunt for Red October, Sideways.

Music: Rock, country, classic rock, rap.

Food: American, Italian, Mexican, Chinese.

Nitrile gloves, size L.
Bic Click Stick pens, medium point, black.
Hot water, soap, and paper towels. Or hand sanitizer.
Half cans of soda and small packs of cookies.
Competent coworkers.
Good boots and socks.

Do taxpayers really understand how much it takes to fund a fire department properly? Can Hollywood make a truly great movie anymore? At what point will the reality TV bubble pop? Do I buy the newer Blackberry, or go back to Motorola?

If more people knew that eggs were really unfertilized baby chickens, would they still eat them? Or would they stomp around the kitchen in a viking helmet, ordering the destruction of the village’s babies with a whisk?

Sitting around waiting for something bad to happen to someone. Seriously. I never want anything bad to happen to anyone, but if it does, I’d rather it happen while I’m on duty.

When I do have a Friday off, and am experiencing positive cashflow, I like to imitate my Irish ancestors.

I have a man crush on Matt Damon. I really like pop-punk music. I have eaten cheese made in Vermont… and liked it. There is nothing better in life than a piece of thick, homemade wheat bread, heavily toasted, with real butter slathered on.

you want what Anne Savoy and Crash Davis had.

you don’t mind that my job makes me work holidays, nights, weekends, and many days in a row. With crappy pay.

you know that there is a difference between a job and a career, and the responsibilities that go along with a career.

you want to exchange dirty limericks via text message