The same job description goes for a grunt or jarhead in Iraq and Afganistan everyday. When their given the word to mount up and move out and then word comes down to lock and load the blood pressure and adrenaline skyrockets. And everyone of your 5 senses and 6 if your lucky are redlining.:eek:

Nah, it ain't weird. We'd expect you to have a cop or two as friends for as much time as you have spent with them.:p

Heh... I haven't spent near as much time around cops as you guys think. :harumph:

Actually, I have... but only because I've had cops in the family since I was a kid.

Same here. One of my Uncles was a Homicide Det in Kansas City. He left the force a number of years back and went to work as a Insurance investigator. Better hrs. and a lot more $$$. He was instrumental in my interest in Law Enforcement. I applied for the *** about 3 years after I graduated college and spent time bumming around and not really knowing what I wanted to do with my degree in Business. Course I was sort of the hippy type and partied quite a bit. Drank a lot and did about every drug known to man and then some a time or two. And my best friend who was about to join the Air Force and still is in the Air Force but is due to retire soon got me to fill out a app for the *** at a job fair we went to. I was shocked that after a few months had gone by that I got a call to come in for a interview. Came in and had to fill out another application. When it came down to the question about whether or not I drank, used or had used drugs before I answered yes to all of the above. I knew they were going to find out anyway if they did a background check on me by talking to friends, neighbors, teachers, employers ect. So why lie about it. I was stunned and floored that after another couple of months went by that I was called in for another interview and then offered the job. Turns out admitting my drug use was a bonus for telling the truth. Go figure.:shrug: So here's a lesson for you boys and girls. Always tell the truth. ROFL

If you like my uni you'd love my black helicopter.

Well sure, the FDA considers drug use a plus.

Thats sucks man, talk about bad luck.

the uniform is only a small part of the fireman charm-- there is also the running into burning buildings to save cute puppies or babies, playing cards, having a dalmation, looking fabulous with no shirt on, being strong enough to carry me out of a burning building just in case I faint from smoke inhalation, and not looking like Jacquin Phoenix (he's not attractive).

In short, I'm not really a uniform gal- I'm more of the saving people and puppies from burning buildings lover.

Play cards: check
Used to wear a uniform: check
Used to have a dalmation (dumbest dog ever): check
Used to look fabulous with no shirt on: check
being strong enough to carry you out of a building: check

How much ransom do you think your family could afford, angel?

three out of the five you checked off are in the "used to" category... that just won't fly

ransom?

what does kidnapping have to do with anything?

I have a cocker spaniel that I'd wager is dumber than your dalmation.

How do you measure dog dumbness? Does one of you have a dummeter?

That's an old pilot's saying. Our pilots (USAF) used to say in the 60's " Flying is hours and hours of boredom punctuated by a few minutes of sheer terror". Cops spend hours and hours of boredom punctuated by a jelly doughnut.

Strength to carry you out of a building was my tie-in. It's weak. Sorry you were subjected to it.

My bitch didn't know what to do with her puppies, so she ate them.

Okay - whatever the hell that means. ;)

hall of fame material?