<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:26:36.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burned By Fireman</title><subtitle type='html'>Fireman/EMT takes advantage of single mom and apparently many others.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-8224688941707733363</id><published>2009-09-27T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:43:58.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God will take care of this situation</title><content type='html'>I have prayed about this, as well as my children, family members and many friends.  I think God has finally given me peace about this.  I know that He will deal with this man that has stolen from my children and lied.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leviticus 6:1 Then the Lord spoke to Moses: 2 “When a person sins and commits a trespass against the Lord by deceiving his fellow citizen in regard to something held in trust, or a pledge, or something stolen, or by extorting something from his fellow citizen, 3 or has found something lost and denies it and swears falsely concerning any one of the things that someone might do to sin – 4 when it happens that he sins and he is found guilty, then he must return whatever he had stolen, or whatever he had extorted, or the thing that he had held in trust, or the lost thing that he had found, 5 or anything about which he swears falsely. He must restore it in full and add one fifth to it; he must give it to its owner when he is found guilty. 6 Then he must bring his guilt offering to the Lord, a flawless ram from the flock, convertible into silver shekels, for a guilt offering to the priest. 7 So the priest will make atonement on his behalf before the Lord and he will be forgiven for whatever he has done to become guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="bibleref" href="http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?passage=1+Corinthians+6%3A9-11"&gt;1 Corinthians 6:9-11&lt;/a&gt;  Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer that to truly get full forgiveness from God for your sins that you also have to make things right with any person you have sinned against and ask for forgiveness as well.  I think  God knows if you do that then are truly sincere in asking for forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;I will be shocked if that ever happens in this case but I know that God is going to handle things a He sees fit because he is a just God and He will take care of my children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-8224688941707733363?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/8224688941707733363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-will-take-care-of-this-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/8224688941707733363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/8224688941707733363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-will-take-care-of-this-situation.html' title='God will take care of this situation'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-2376630072054654181</id><published>2009-08-16T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:19:19.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plenty of Fish</title><content type='html'>Apparently he removed his most active Plenty of Fish profile. A couple others he owned were turned in and at least one removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure he will create new people to post on there to stalk women, but I have been told there are a few people working on the site giving people a heads up. Also heard he is on Singles.net.&lt;br /&gt;You go girls !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I do hope anyone who had their posts removed due to posting a name will repost. I cannot edit posts, I can only remove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to email the blog owner:   &lt;a href="mailto:BewareOfBrian@fireman.net"&gt;BewareOfBrian@fireman.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-2376630072054654181?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/2376630072054654181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/08/plenty-of-fish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/2376630072054654181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/2376630072054654181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/08/plenty-of-fish.html' title='Plenty of Fish'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-7653093432898530234</id><published>2009-08-16T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:38:36.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please read</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the posts.  I appreciate the input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did delete the ones that mentioned names.  If you would like to post again without mentioning his name please feel free to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he has done something to you please feel free to post it without posting the name and without obscenities ;-)  I know that is a hard thing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-7653093432898530234?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/7653093432898530234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-read.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/7653093432898530234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/7653093432898530234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-read.html' title='Please read'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-4553557787812874513</id><published>2009-07-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:05:19.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The face of Evil</title><content type='html'>Well, I am finding out even more as I talk to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man's divorce is long over with. February 09. He is picking up women on Plentyoffish.com . He has had multiple profiles. He, of course, lies on them. He is actually 40 (41 in Oct) but posts he is 39. He has changed the month of his birthday because it comes up with different signs, even though his is Libra. He posts he has a graduate or bach. degree, but that is not true. He posts he puts God first. This is repulsive since he is a compulsive liar, manipulator, womanizer, con artist, theif. He is also emailing a picture of himself with a blue shirt and green winchester polarfleece jacket. He is standing in the trees and the picture is dated 2008/11/01 . He may say that it was taken during a hunting trip in Canada. If you notice ALL the trees are all green which should not be so for Canada in November.&lt;br /&gt;When he starts talking to a woman he tells her he has fallen for her and asks her to delete her Plentyoffish profile.  He knows doing this will removed all traces of the woman's account and the proof he has talked to her online.  The account can never be retrieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he gets to the women he eventully tells them he is still divorced and they must not tell anyone about him. This is alarming. Why would a divorced man not want a woman telling ANYONE that she knows him.  And why would he become agitated when he found out she told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of makes you wonder about the missing women in Central and north Alabama. When a guy works 24 on and 48 off he can do alot of damage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-4553557787812874513?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/4553557787812874513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/07/face-of-evil.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/4553557787812874513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/4553557787812874513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/07/face-of-evil.html' title='The face of Evil'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-5357026988332800425</id><published>2009-06-19T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:12:28.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking more</title><content type='html'>Someone said something today to make me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember him telling me not long after we started talking "I have bad luck with women,  a woman accused me of messing with her 2 girls. She was just trying to make me look bad and trying to ruin me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that could be the truth, but I do wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the first wife since she had 2 and she said not that she was aware of, but it possibly could have been a lady they went to church with that had moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me about the church he is attending or was attending recently. He told me the pastor had sex with an underaged teen girl. I told him that was awful. He told me he forgives the man and then told me she looked 23. I told him it didn't matter how old she looked she was still a kid and willing or not the "man" was the adult in the situation and knew better. I am sorry, but I have a hard time forgiving a man for that kind of behavior with a minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before I quit talking to him he made a comment about my 19 yo daughter, "She is legal but probably too young" At the time I thought he meant for dating boys.. but now I wonder if it could have meant something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking and putting things together and very thankful this man was not ever around my girls, or even my boys except for my oldest and only once in a group setting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-5357026988332800425?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/5357026988332800425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/5357026988332800425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/5357026988332800425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-more.html' title='Thinking more'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-8127908686959188105</id><published>2009-06-16T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T05:13:37.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning</title><content type='html'>This blog is best read as story. You might want to start at the bottom and read your way to the top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-8127908686959188105?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/8127908686959188105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-play-with-matches.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/8127908686959188105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/8127908686959188105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-play-with-matches.html' title='Warning'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-3316270345437527798</id><published>2009-06-15T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:51:54.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Mad</title><content type='html'>I mentioned the pipe be taken to make a smoker. Well, after the camper ordeal and finding out what I did about him from others, I make a trip to the Vocational school about my smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't tell the man it was for me, but that HE wanted to cook out this summer and it was for him. I told the nice man the situation and he told me he would fix it and give it back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough... the day the smoker is finished Sneaky Pete stops by and asks the man if I got my smoker. The man nor I can figure out why he would ask and what made him think it was his business. The man tells him no, he is getting ready to call me to come get it.&lt;br /&gt;That night the smoker is stolen from the school. The man is even suspisious and calls him to see if he came to get it. Well, of course he would not admit it if he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again, Mr. Fireman/EMT, the black sheep of the Firehouse, Church, Hunting Club and basically society, strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next times he stikes may it be a match at the gas pump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-3316270345437527798?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/3316270345437527798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/smoking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/3316270345437527798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/3316270345437527798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/smoking.html' title='Smoking Mad'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-1874665711265722355</id><published>2009-06-15T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:46:56.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting for the truth</title><content type='html'>Okay, now I realize how utterly stupid I was to trust this Fireman/EMT, Sunday School teacher who lives with a State trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about all the things he has told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I work for Life Saver part time flying in a helicopter" " I worked there years ago and flew all over the world transporting people" FALSE I called and they have never heard of him. His first wife said she knew nothing of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he had a doctor at a hospital let him cut someones chest open, bones and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called his first wife, she is a nurse. She was very friendly to me. She tells me " He will steal your money and cheat on you." I believe this. He apparently took thousands of dollars for an insurance settlement she got on her daughter. He cheated with the insurance lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insurance lady.... well, she filed a small claims against him to retrieve money he took from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real estate lady. I spoke to her on the phone and via email. He tried to force himself on her.. she couldn't show up for closing on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sold vehicles.. apparently sold the same title to more than one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman that owns a local business. I was told he was seeing her and he denied it. I called her and she very nice and spoke to me.  He had been seeing her for quite some time while he wa married.  She told me she went to the station and "did things" with him when he was on duty.  He told me the woman was heavy with red hair and buck teeth and if I saw her I would know that he would have not messed with her. He swore he NEVER touched her, but only sent her text messaged.  He has now admitted it to a few people.  He also called her mom. He called her and threatened to turn over a tape to her ex husband to affect her custody if she didn't keep her mouth shut about seeing him.  (I have not met her and do not know what she really looks like, but her looks are irrelevant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl at the phone store. Been in prison, on probation. Was told he was seeing her too. He claims "NO, she weighs 300 lbs with tatoos, she is only my  friend" Odd, he was at that store for hours on end and $2,000 came up missing. They say it was an inside job and someone had a key to get in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman that just moved from out of state... tried to force himself on her and scared her. She told him to quit calling and he asked for a picture of her "pretty pink thing". She finally changed her number. She was another woman with 3 kids, had been over weight and had gastric bypass. I talked to her personally and she was very nice. I found it sickening that she had been treated this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another woman that he tried to get to have sex with him several years ago before she had gastric bypass. She said she weighed over 250 and she said "NO".  He got mad and he told her she was only good to "F" . Again, a very nice woman who didn't deserve to be treated this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lady that just got divorced.  Within weeks he came by to see her (maybe he reads the paper?). He invited her to the station, but she declined. He also told her he had removed someones gallbladder and they didn't know it. Also that he worked on a helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  man is suing him, court date in Oct 2009 in Bibb county. He joined the hunting club because he took their money and when they came to hunt he refused to let them and took their property.&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few I found, no telling how many more. He must watch the papers to see who is getting divorced so he can see what he can get and possibly heavier ladies so he can then say, "Please, look at her.. I wouldn't touch her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say my kids don't have a camper. In fact I found out that I had ammo missing and it was recovered where he was staying. I supposedly gave it to him. yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;My son left his shells in the truck and when they were recovered they were half gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he had women that stalked him and he had trouble with women. HMMMM, can't imagine why, I am sure they wanted something back that he stole from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of those he works with say that you have to take EVERYTHING he says with a grain of salt and he is not a good enough EMT to work on a helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for his 2nd wife. She is a pretty woman and a realtor. He claimed she made a lot of money when the real estate was doing good a couple of years ago. I am not sure why he was cheating on her. I imagine that her and her son went through 6 years of HELL. He told everyone she was crazy and slept around. I don't believe she slept around. The only reason I think she is crazy is because she stayed with him for so long. But I have been there myself with my ex... so I must be crazy too.  LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are others. People in town talk about them but some don't tell names. They say that anyone that gets involved with him gets burned in some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a black sheep in every herd. I just know I wouldn't want him in my area responding to 911 calls when he is out back with pants down and no telling where his hands have been, then responding to help someone that may be in an accident.  I do feel sorry for his coworkers as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-1874665711265722355?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/1874665711265722355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/hunting-for-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/1874665711265722355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/1874665711265722355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/hunting-for-truth.html' title='Hunting for the truth'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-6684645213147635231</id><published>2009-06-15T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:17:44.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting we will go</title><content type='html'>It is 5am Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get my camper the night before because Sneaky Pete pulled a groin, supposedly, moving tractor equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picks up my son to go squirrel hunting. I go several hours later to get my son. He says he will meet me with him so I don't have to drive all the way to where he is staying. They pull up a the Eoline Church and my son gets out and puts his gun in my vehicle. I ask about the camper. He says he has to go to the doctor for his groin because it is swollen like a grapefruit. But funny he can walk around and hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and I go to town and get things. I get some folding chairs to go camping. Sneaky Pete calls me while I am in town. This is 20 minutes from where he was. He says he sees me driving by and asks where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still that night no camper. The following week, I begin asking questions about getting insurance. He tells me " Babe, I got it covered, don't worry about it" I tell him I don't want him paying my insurance. Then he tells me it won't go up my driveway without getting torn up. After 4 days he gets really hateful and tells me he is going to live in the camper for a while. Then he won't answer my calls. Then he finally answers a week later and tells me I am crazy and never gave him any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick... I pull up info on him from the internet and begin making calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-6684645213147635231?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/6684645213147635231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/hunting-we-will-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/6684645213147635231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/6684645213147635231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/hunting-we-will-go.html' title='Hunting we will go'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-5933668962962421027</id><published>2009-06-15T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:10:11.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Go Camping</title><content type='html'>It is February .  I asked my kids if they would like to get a camper someday.  They got all excited and said it would be so much better than the tent.  So, the income tax comes and I get it in the bank on February 10th.   They tell me I can get the funds the next day. &lt;br /&gt;I call "Sneaky Pete" (no, not his real name) and tell him I will have the money in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me he needs cash to take to the bank, because if his ex knows I am buying it she won't sign it over.   The next day on the 11th I write myself a check and put on the memo 2006 Dutchmen Four Winds camper.  Then I take the cash home and put it in my safe.&lt;br /&gt;My son sees it and asks why I have cash, I never have more than 50 cash at any time.  I just use my debit or credit card.  I tell him it is a surprise.  I have a big one for Valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is the 13th and I haven't seen Sneaky Pete yet.  He is calling and texting and being his fake self.  I get a SMOOCH text, which my son sees and laughs.  &lt;br /&gt;The 20th rolls around and he is ready to meet to get the payoff for the camper.  My son sees the money when I take it out and put it in the car.  I drop my 3 kids off at school and meet with the money at a park.  He doesn't have a bill of sale, but tells me he will bring it over that evening with the camper.  He claims he is off to the hardware store to get a part, then to the bank to do the payoff and get the title.  He calls about 10 minutes later and tells me he is at the hardware store and tells me he will call me back shortly.   (This is a lie... he was never there and probably a ploy to see if I was following him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is taking my son hunting the next day with his State Trooper room  mate and the room mate's son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-5933668962962421027?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/5933668962962421027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/wanna-go-camping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/5933668962962421027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/5933668962962421027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/wanna-go-camping.html' title='Wanna Go Camping'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-5060611249000645910</id><published>2009-06-15T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:26:14.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playa</title><content type='html'>After falling for the ole line we kept talking.   He seemed to always be going somewhere and doing something on his 2 days off.  He said since he was going through a divorce too we couldn't be seen anywhere together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids where always home since we homeschooled and they didn't spend much time with their dad.  Their dad had moved in with his mother temporarily.  On a few rare occasions they all went to grandma's at the same time.  He came by the house.  He did look at a few things that needed to be done and offered to help.  Of course he was never available to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked all summer on the phone but saw each other in person.   I went to Oklahoma a few times to visit family. He was up in North Alabama alot visiting his.  I would eventually find out alot more that  he was up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August it was time for school to start.  My kids went to a private school and I began working on my house to get it ready to sell.  I was going to take a little time before I started work to clear my head.   My kids had some adjustments to make and I wanted to be there for them. When they had problems at school I would talk about them to my "friend".   I would get frustrated and say, "maybe I should move back to Oklahoma."  He would tell me, " Don't go yet, give me a shot"  " Your kids need to be around a good Christain man, my divorce will be over soon"  He even offered to take my oldest son hunting and try to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he was getting the camper in the divorce.  We could go camping.  Then he told me that the camper had a payoff of $ 4,700 dollars.  He knew I was getting a tax refund from my ex husband, half of it for the kids.   He told me that my kids would have a blast with the camper.  It was only 2 years old.  It was a 32 foot Dutchmen with bunk beds.  He needed the money so I could have it for payoff.   He took me out to his friends land where it was to look at it.  I asked him why he just didn't sell it outright for alot more money and he told me WE could go camping in it.  Well, honestly, I didn't want my kids going camping with this man.  I had alot of mixed feelings about him.   But I did feel like he was honest, just wasn't sure if  I wanted to go off camping with him with my kids not knowing him all that well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-5060611249000645910?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/5060611249000645910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/playa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/5060611249000645910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/5060611249000645910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/06/playa.html' title='Playa'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-7330683350955026622</id><published>2009-04-21T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:17:26.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burned By Fireman 2</title><content type='html'>Well, I will continue my ill-fated story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fireman... my daughter laughed in the kitchen and mentioned the "red hot" fireman. It was a joke. He wasn't dirt ugly but by all means he wasn't a dream boat. Far from Brad Pitt or any other model or actor. He was tall, about 6 foot something and lanky.  No tatoos or anything. Light Brown hair and hazel eyes. Big nose and an odd flat top. haha   I wasn't just looking for eye candy though, just good character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks me into coming to see him at the station to talk. He mentions bringing him some ice cream. Well, after some thought and the kids going to their dad's mom's house, I decided to go. He said "Don't dress up, sweats is fine, just bring that pretty smile" So I dress for comfort since it is evening and think we are just going to talk while he is on break or something. I get close and he tells me to park over by the next building and he would come out and around. It is getting dark. He comes around and gets in. We talk a minute, someone comes out of the building. He tells me he will be back, he leans over and kisses me. Well, I didn't know quite what to think, it had been a long time since I had a first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;He comes back with his phone and talks a minute. Then someone comes out again. I am guessing they are suspicious, so he asks me to drive around to the other side of the building and he will meet me there. I am not sure why it is a big deal if he is on break, but I drive around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets in the car. He leans over the console and kisses me again. The next thing I know he has "IT" out of his pants. He grabs my hand to put it there and I jerk back and say what are you doing? He replies " It gets bigger than this" He kisses me. I tell him, "Hey this is crazy, I hardly even know you". He replies " You aren't going to leave me like this are you?" I tell him this is too crazy for me. (Well, I won't post what he quickly did next), then he gets out and goes back in. I am thinking "What in the HELL" He calls the next day and I asked him what was up with that. His response, "It has been so long since I have been with someone and you just turned me on, that kiss was intense" Well, I fell for that line of SHEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come... no pun intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-7330683350955026622?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/7330683350955026622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/04/burned-by-fireman-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/7330683350955026622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/7330683350955026622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/04/burned-by-fireman-2.html' title='Burned By Fireman 2'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-8209091649667188036</id><published>2009-04-18T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:49:10.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NORTH of Tuscaloosa</title><content type='html'>The smaller town NORTH of Tuscaloosa.  It has 3 firestations. Let's hope there is not more than one black sheep among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of the men that are firemen are honorable. I know several of them personally in Tuscaloosa , who I am almost positive, would never take advantage of an unemployed single mother, or any women and children for that matter. They pride themselves in protecting people and trying to save lives, not destroy them. They are hardworking honest family men that would give you the shirt off of their back. They will look you in the eye when they speak. Men of Honor.&lt;br /&gt;But Beware.... lurking in the shadows is a man of evil... shifty eyed and slithering through town like a two headed snake. Does any truth come from his tainted lips? BEWARE I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-8209091649667188036?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/8209091649667188036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuscaloosa-county-alabama.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/8209091649667188036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/8209091649667188036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuscaloosa-county-alabama.html' title='NORTH of Tuscaloosa'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782995772260408986.post-3067046556773448721</id><published>2009-04-14T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:17:38.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burned By Fireman</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a newly divorced mom of 4.  I still have 3 young ones at home.  I am creating this blog so other new divorced moms or just newly divorced women can have a heads up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a small Alabama town.  I was going through a divorce.  My husband had been moved out a few month and we were waiting on finalizing our papers.  A man approached me at my kids baseball practice, he was there with his step-son.   He asked if that was my husband that was there sometimes.  I told him I was getting divorced but in our small town it takes a long time since the judges are in a curcuit court and rotate.  He said he knew what I meant, he was getting one as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him again at another practice and he asked where I was from.  I told him Oklahoma. He asked what town in Alabama and I told him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was now the last game of the season.  He was there with his wife.  I thought he was wonderful being there for his step son in spite of getting divorced.  He asked if he could call me sometime to "vent" or talk.  I said sure, I could use someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning he called.  He didn't waste much time.  He asked me not to tell his wife because it might cause issues in her signing the divorce papers.  I told him we were just talking I didn't see a problem with that.   He called 3 or 4 times in the next hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, being a 45 year old woman, married for 15 years, homeschooling my kids for the past 10 years and not going much of anywhere, living in Alabama away from all my family, well... having this guy interested was a nice change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782995772260408986-3067046556773448721?l=burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/feeds/3067046556773448721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/04/burned-by-fireman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/3067046556773448721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782995772260408986/posts/default/3067046556773448721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://burnedbyfireman.blogspot.com/2009/04/burned-by-fireman.html' title='Burned By Fireman'/><author><name>ThinkTwice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09500995686116331756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
