Jaws of Death

On Saturday, I experienced the greatest, most exhilerating, most titilating sensation a human being can feel: me (and a my EMT class) got to use the Jaws of Life to turn a Toyota Corolla into first a convetible, and then finished stripping it down until it more closely resembled a pancake with wheels next to a giant pile of debris. 

It was awesome! However, a few notes on the so-called "Jaws of Life". If you ever saw anyone approaching you, or you car with these large, heavy and evil looking hydralic tools, the phrase "Jaws of Life" is not what would first spring to mind. More like "HOLY SHIT!". The jaws of life look like the jaws of death. Which is more accurate anyway, since they are used solely for destruction on a fantastic scale. 

Here is what they look like: 

And they are operated by two hoses filled with boiling hot hydraulic oil of some unknown kind, pressurized at 10,000psi +. AWESOME. Can I have one for Christmas?

Our teacher took lots of pictures, I'll try and get them to post. I found a penny is the car's dash when we were cutting it apart, I've decided its lucky. 

On the drive home from class, Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" came on the radio, and I blasted it with the windows down on the drive home. I've never felt so lifted. 

We also learned the best way to break out the windshields of cars (correct answer: sit on the hood and kick it in, and then use a giant ax to finish the job). We also learned the pitfalls of this particular method, because if you do not have your mouth closed with using the ax on the windshield (probably due to the giant, wicked grin on your face) you get to inhale lots of teeny-tiny little slivers of windshield glass. And trust me, picking that glass out of your teeth is not a fun job. 

In other news, it snowed more. My brother built a sweet snow cave on our front lawn, and this is what it looks like after a few days of melting: 

Yeah, I think I might want to be a volunteer firefighter. It seems like fun. Plus firefighters have some kind of intangible, yet undeniable sex appeal. 

On to other things.

I did the most embarrasing thing. Ever. You know of my drunken stupor from Friday night? Well, I decided to facebook one of my male friends, trying to express my excitement to get to see him on my upcoming trip to the City of Rain. Heres how it came out: "Hey _******! I'm so fuckking drunk, and I'm so excited to see you this weekdn! Fuck, I;m fuckied up! We're gonna haave to hang out, and get drunk and fuck! See you soon!" 

How it was supposed to go: "We're gonna haave to hang out, and get drunk as fuck!" Oops.

Worse yet, I didn't remember writing on his wall, until a few days later when I saw it. Shit. The kicker? I really don't want to fuck him. At all. Oh shit. Please advise on proper facebook etiquite: do I acknoweldge posting, and then laugh at my miss-spelling? Or do I pretend it never happened? Technology is so funny sometimes, it makes everyone closer and so much farther away. 

At any rate, I can't wait to take my trip out to the PNW, even if it means missing ski bum Friday with my Dad. I'm really sad that he's probably going to work out of town next winter, we probably won't get to go up much at all. :(

I need to call Andrea in HR and beg for a job on Ski Pat. Huh, I wonder if the hospital or fire department in Grand County is hiring? Could be pretty sweet.