Last night, right as Hubs and I were getting ready to go to bed we heard sirens.  A lot of them.  And our dogs were in the backyard barking up a storm.  At first we just heard Police sirens so that didn't make me feel so safe.  So Hubs went into the bedroom to grab his gun and put on some flip flops on so he could take a look out back.  I put some flip flops on too, so I could tag along.

While walking back through our living room one of our windows was completely lit up by lights.  Red and blue lights.  Hubs said, "That sounds like a fire truck."  So, I pulled up the blinds and sure enough there was a firetruck parked right next to the wall on the side of our house.

So, we went out back.  Hubs with his gun in tow and me following behind him.  And this is the first thing we see when we walk outside...

A HOUSE ON FIRE!  I'm pretty sure this is the closest I've been to a burning house.  And this one was practically in my backyard.

 

Apparently it was a good way to get the neighborhood together.

That's how close is was. Literally right out our back door.

I tried to get the firemen. Damn their reflective gear!

Sorry the photos are blurry. I had to turn off flash and that makes the pictures really blurry, but you get the point. THE HOUSE WAS ON FIRE!

Welcome to the tenth round of Tattoo Tuesday.  This week it's on a Thursday because I'm lazy.  (To be honest, I completely forgot about this tattoo until about an hour before I started writing this post.  It's in a spot I hardly ever see!)

Get caught up: first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth.

Anchor; Location: left hip bone area; Age: 19

Don't mind the awkward skin color.  You can thank poor lighting.  I'm really as white as a ghost, it's rather pathetic, haha!

Well, I like anchors and my father was in the Navy.  So, I got an anchor.  Pretty simple.  I really like it and wish I could show it off more, but I need to tone up a bit in that area.

Do you have a tattoo you'd like to share?  Leave a comment telling me about it!

Age: 11 months. Size of suit: 18 months.

Hubs gets credit for the suit, he picked it out.

Look at that face! How can you not love it?!

A friend/coworker of mine is about to tell our human resources manager and boss that she's pregnant. I'm very happy for her, but I'm not looking forward to the comments I'll be getting once more people find out about it.

This is the second baby she's had while working here. After her, there was another girl who had a baby. Then another girl had a baby. I am now the only younger married person at our work who hasn't had a baby or isn't pregnant.

During all three pregnancies I was asked a lot of questions and received tons of comments about when I'd be having one or trying for one.
"Now it's your turn!" "When are you going to have a baby?" You name it, they probably asked me. I'm not looking forward to it this time around, since we're actually trying.

I've been thinking about this for a few weeks. When these people start asking me questions or making comments how do I want to answer? Snarky? Vauge? Completely ignore them? Tell them it's none of their concern? Tell them that's rude to ask/say since they don't know my situation? (Just thought of that one this weekend.) I haven't decided yet. I spoke with Hubs about this and obviously he thinks I'm silly, but I can't help it.

I'm sure my reaction to any question will depend on the mood (or time of the month) I'm in. I'm really leaning towards snarky, because then maybe they won't bug me again.

I'm sure some of you have been in this situation. What did you do?