I Love Lucy

I was recently asked what TV character I most identified with in my real life. I answered, Lucille Ball, in 'I Love Lucy'! Without a doubt. It seems things happen to me that may not happen to other people, and I don't always bring them on myself! Sometimes it just happens for no reason at all!

Like the post about the fire drill at my hotel last week end. I had nothing to do with it! I just happened to be there! My husband drove up and was sure I had to be the cause of all the ruckus, and then my dear hubby left a comment about another time the fire trucks showed up at our house.

Hey Babe,
Its Yekwanaman, why don't you tell them about the other time the firetrucks came to our house???? How long had we been married? How long was I away from the house? 30 minutes? Max. I really did marry a hot headed redhead.

And now many of you are wondering about that event. So ok, but remember...I'm like Lucy!!

Now, I wont write about what he did when the propane fridge was on fire in the jungle!
Or the time I saw a mushroom cloud when he ignited something!
Or the experience of seeing him thrown by an electrical shock while 'fixing' the water pump!
Or the time he welded the screw driver to the wall!
Or the time he tried to put a drill bit through his thumb!
Or the paper cut to his eyeball!
Or when he forgot to fix the brakes on the tractor...

But back to my little unimportant fire truck story...

We had only been married a few weeks and were living in an apartment. My husband left for his regular morning run and I began getting ready to go to work.

I turned on the TV set we had in our room and had the volume on so that I could hear the news while in the bathroom applying my make up and all that necessary stuff we girls have to do every morning.

I begin to smell something burning, so I followed the scent...into my bedroom.

The TV was still on, the volume was perfect, the signal was the best EVER...but...a three foot flame was rising from the top of the TV!!!!





As I watched, another, and then another flame shot out of the plastic casing of the TV!!!! And now the smoke was getting thicker and blacker! But the picture was still perfect!!! SO...

I called the fire department, I yelled, "There's a big fire at my apartment!" and dropped the phone and ran out side. Two minutes later, the biggest hook and ladder truck drove up with sirens blaring.

And there I was. With my little 9 inch TV on fire. Three brave fire men carried it out the door, two held it while the other extinguished the roaring inferno that had been my TV. They were a bit put off about sending the big truck for my little fire!





As they drove off in their very large red truck, my husband came running up... and said,
" What did you do???"

He may as well have said what Ricky always said to Lucy!