My mom is pretty much perfect.

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…Except last week she set the house on fire.

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(It was an accident.)

She’s not quite sure how it started, but here’s what we think.

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In my mom’s kitchen, she has a cupboard she keeps small appliances in, like bread mixers and toasters.  It has an outlet, so the toaster always stays plugged in.

The cupboard also has a sliding door.

Anyway, mom was cleaning the kitchen (as she does every hour or so), and made this cupboard good and squeaky clean.

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What we think happened was the door caught on the toaster lever and forced it down.

Here’s a diagram.  (I know this is fascinating.)

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So however long later, mom was tucking my niece Sarah into bed for naptime.  (My mom’s been watching Sarah while Katie’s in for a bone marrow transplant.)  (Update on that at the end of the blog post.)

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The fire alarm went off.

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You know what the weird thing about fire alarms are?  They go nuts whenever you try to boil water, but for some reason don’t go off when things are actually important.

They’re just jerks, that’s all.

Anyway, mom got downstairs to find:

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MY MOM DOESN’T MESS AROUND!

She grabbed some hotpads, threw open the cupboard door

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Grabbed that fire

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Shoved it onto the floor

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And started batting it out!

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Meanwhile, upstairs:

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Meanwhile, on the porch:

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(That’s the UPS man.  In my family, we affectionately call the UPS guys the Brown Santa Claus.  Except they’re even better, because they come every day.)

The UPS man saw all the smoke and beeping and RAN INSIDE TO SAVE THE DAY!!

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He threw on the faucet and began pouring cups of water on the fire!

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He was.  I hope UPS makes him Employee of the Year!

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Things settled down a little.  My mom’s next-door-neighbor came over to help out (West Point, UT is Niceville, USA.  I’m not even making this up, my family moved when I was 11 and we were like, Why is everyone here being so nice to us??  I haven’t met one mean person yet.)  (Granted, I don’t ever leave my house…but still.)

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Anyway, the neighbor was like, “We should probably call the fire chief, I think it’s regulation or something.”  The phone call went kinda like:

NICE NEIGHBOR: We had a small fire kitchen fire here, it’s out now, you don’t need to send anyone, but we thought you ought to know–

FIRE DEPT:  Really???!  You had a fire???!?!

NICE NEIGHBOR:  Well, it’s out now–

FIRE DEPT:  HOT DOG!!!

The Department came down like the wolf on the fold,
Their firetrucks gleaming in crimsons and gold;
And the sheen of their lights was like stars on the sea,
When the red trucks rolled brightly in West Point City.

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They sent aaaaaall the firetrucks with alllll the sirens!

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Everyone had a good time.

The demolition crew came and removed her burnt-up cabinets.  They were also, oddly, quite impressed with her china (which I’ve only seen once in my life.)

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My mom was having a hard time with it all.  She was mortified by the whole scene it caused, sad about her kitchen, worried because my dad was gone on a business trip to the Middle East and she was alone to take care of everything, and to add to all that, she was scared to death of the insurance adjuster because he’s kind of a crab.

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And then, suddenly everything was okay….

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My mom says she’s not going to give up her hopes…but I follow her on Pinterest and I’ve never seen so many nice kitchens in my whole life:D


In other news:  My sister had her bone marrow transplant on Wednesday!!

Here’s my sister, the donor:

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(She’s okay!  The Okayest!)

It’s really interesting how they did it–they gave her a big shot every day for five days in a row, then stuck a needle in each arm and pulled blood from one side, sorted it, then put it back in the other side.  Somehow they were able to get stem cells from this.  Crazy, huh?

The transplant went wonderfully :)

The doctors and nurses all came in and gave her a balloon and birthday card, because it was her Bone Marrow Birthday.  This means when she’s 60, she’ll only be, like, 20!

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Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers…right now she’s recovering well, though these next few weeks will be dicey.  We are so grateful for all your help!

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