You might remember remember back to 2015. I blogged and told you that I was helping out the firemen and first responders by being a victim in their Mock Disaster. You can read about that HERE.
That was a pretty complex Mock Disaster. We were big into makeup and went full out. See?? Here I am. No worries. It was all fake blood.
(My hair was short then too) Seeing this confirms I prefer my long hair.
For that scenerio I was a crazy mom who wouldn’t stop screaming….A few years before that, our two oldest and I were in a “car accident” for different Mock Disaster. Again…I was the crazy mom.
Trust me…in real life I don’t think anyone thinks I’m a crazy mom but it seems to be the role I am typecast into. Maybe I play the part to well.
I love helping out when they do these events. So when Craig and Kalissa were planning the training they needed actors…of course, they called their leading lady (ME) back to the stage only something different happened this time, I was cast as the crazy GRANDMA. Oh my, my gray hair must be showing. Karl got called in for a performance as well. He was to be the news reporter.
The premise was that the house was on fire and I was to pretend that my grandchildren were in the fire. Karl was a news reporter on the scene trying to get beyond the perimeter and get the scoop on the story.
My job is always to be a little vague or misleading…not to fully answer their questions and to make them dig for the right information.
They start out by starting a hay bale on fire in the house to simulate a fire. Before long the fire trucks show up and the guys start piling out.
at first it doesn’t seem real serious. But with me screaming and running around and Karl trying to probe for news and the fire starting to seriously burn, everyone steps up their game.
Through search and rescue they were able to find my “grandchild” (the bag you see below).
I think I played my part fairly well….I stayed calm…I burst out…I acted hysterical. I cried…I begged…I’ll admit once or twice I broke character and laughed too.
Soon all of the “grandkids” were found but Buster my cat died in the fire. From that point on, they were in fire mode. They burned the house. It was an old house here in town that needed to get gone.
It’s a great way to for the guys to practice their craft in a somewhat controlled environment.
Here they were cutting a hole in the roof for ventilation which is a common practice.
I so admire these guys…I surely can’t hang off a ladder with a chainsaw in hand.
and then…just like that, this happened…. Continue reading