The Mile...Finally

Racing is in my blood. I was literally almost born at the track.  It is simply a part of my family's DNA.  My dad is the Asst. Safety Director for the Milwaukee Mile.  I watched drivers exploded out of anger and throw their helmets, cracking them.  I have seen hits to the wall that take your breath away.  I have seen drivers who should be role models, make little girls cry at autograph sessions - that is a tale for another day.  My dad started on the fire crew in the pits and has worked his way on up.  J has been a bit envious.  Policy states that to work on the Safety crew - you must be emergency personnel.  So, now you have it.  My husband is officially a FF and and EMT - that makes him emergency personnel, which makes him eligible to work at the track.  His Lt. from the academy has also joined him this summer. They have done racing school, practice, tire testing and now - race weekend is upon us.  The Indy cars are here for the Milwaukee 225.  And J is now part of that world. One more fire suit, one more set of tools. J is a happy guy! Let's go racing!!

Can you tell Daddy's gone?

J just left for work this morning and you can already tell it is going to be one of those weekends.  He is not working for the department, but for my dad.  My dad is the Asst. Safety Director for the Milwaukee Mile and J has been jonesing to work at the Mile for a good 10-15 years.  He was always told, sorry you have to be a FF or an EMT.  Now he is both!  So, his first race of the year is upon us.  J will go to the track straight from work tomorrow morning, come home tired tomorrow, just to repeat it early on Saturday.  He will be wiped out.  BUT, our children may not live...

Can ya tell Daddy is gone??  I think I am going to have to take the door off the hinges, I can't get a screwdriver in there at the proper angle to get any amount of torque on the screws that are somehow IN FRONT of the door knob.

In the immortal words of Bill Cosby...."The beatings will NOW BEGIN!"  Is it Sunday, yet??


PART DEUX!
We can tell Daddy is still not back.  This AM it took me around an hour to get that door pulled back through.  I thought for sure it was going to have to come off its hinges, but I got it.  Now, I went to  run to the store to grab some black suspenders for J's fire suit for the track and LO AND BEHOLD - my keys are missing.  I can't get into my car.  Cherry on top of this sundae, you ask???  They locked the other key to my car - they think, in my trunk as well.  SOOOOO....in 2 hours, or so,  after $140 payment, a locksmith will come out to make me a new key - so we have a 3rd one around.  And hopefully, I will find the other 2 in my trunk -resting peacefully from the chaos of this Fire Family.  It might take my FF more than his beloved 2 1/2 to calm this fire.  I can only shake my head, anything else would be a fruitless waste of energy.  There is really nothing else that can be done, but to wait.


EPILOGUE:
So, as of 3pm on Father's Day - 6/19 - all keys have reappeared.  My "whole world on a ring" keys were in the boys' laundry basket - in their bedroom.  You know, the basket of clothes they were supposed to have put away 2 days ago basket?  Yeah, that one.  No clue how that happened.  My other loose key for my car reappeared behind the Saltwater tank.  Don't ask me, I have NO FREAKIN' IDEA!  Other than that.  My FF has one more day at the race track - I think for tire testing and then life can find its way back to normal.