Well, it is Monday and the normal routine returns. The Kansas City conference was great and I learned a lot and even managed to formulate a few ideas to follow-up on. My plane ride (Air Tran and US Airways) out there and back were uneventful not like the boon doggles the others had to tolerate. I even found the Cinnabun stand and had a whole roll. That was the first one I have had in probably a year. Can I go back and get another? Youth Bowling is going great. We have managed to hold onto 1st place that last two weeks. This was in spite of bowling against the two strongest teams on the league. Sunday Night, despite going 5-2, we slipped into 2nd place. While this is nice, I don't expect this to last too much longer. Not that we will collapse but the other teams start really rolling.
Wild Mom is getting excited about her Pigeon Forge trip. I think it is this weekend when they start. Lady will be packing and getting ready for the adventure. #1 and #2 are still waiting for a job to plop into their laps. Ok, who just said "Fat Chance" in the background? Peanut is still getting smarter as she continues to excel in school. We are very proud of her. Princess works and works and works. The kids were all active this weekend. Lew celebrated his 6th Birthday and managed to corral several webkins. Lil Princess talks more and more. This action must be in-bred into her, because all females do it or are capable of it. AJ is a dynamo of activity. If it is there ... he must pick it up.
Work is the same. That is one constant and pain in the butt thing about my life.
Well, except for the Redskins who always lose and blame everything else for the problem.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Monday, October 05, 2009
Who knew?
Did you know that drinking two glasses of Gatorade can relieve headache pain almost immediately-without the unpleasant side effects caused by traditional pain relievers?
Did you know that Colgate Toothpaste makes an excellent salve for burns?
Before you head to the drugstore for a high-priced inhaler filled with mysterious chemicals, try chewing on a couple of curiously strong Altoids peppermints. They'll clear up your stuffed nose.
Achy muscles from a bout of the flu? Mix 1 tablespoon horseradish in 1 cup of olive oil. Let the mixture sit for 30 minutes, then apply it as a massage oil for instant relief for aching muscles.
Sore throat? Just mix 1/4 cup of vinegar with 1/4 cup of honey and take 1 tablespoon six times a day. The vinegar kills the bacteria.
Cure urinary tract infections with Alka-Seltzer. Just dissolve two tablets in a glass of water and drink it at the onset of the symptoms. Alka-Seltzer begins eliminating urinary tract infections almost instantly-even though the product was never advertised for this use.
Honey remedy for skin blemishes ... cover the blemish with a dab of honey and place a Band-Aid over it. Honey kills the bacteria, keeps the skin sterile, and speeds healing. Works overnight.
Listerine therapy for toenail fungus: Get rid of unsightly toenail fungus by soaking your toes in Listerine Mouthwash. The powerful antiseptic leaves your toenails looking healthy again.
Easy eyeglass protection ... to prevent the screws in eyeglasses from loosening, apply a small drop of Maybelline Crystal Clear Nail Polish to the threads of the screws before tightening them.
Cleaning liquid that doubles as bug killer... if menacing bees, wasps, hornets, or yellow jackets get in your home and you can't find the insecticide, try a spray of Formula 409. Insects drop to the ground instantly.
Smart splinter remover: Just pour a drop of Elmer's Glue-All over the splinter, let dry, and peel the dried glue off the skin. The splinter sticks to the dried glue.
Hunt's Tomato Paste boil cure ... cover the boil with Hunt's Tomato Paste as a compress. The acids from the tomatoes soothe the pain and bring the boil to a head.
Balm for broken blisters ... to disinfect a broken blister, dab on a few drops of Listerine, a powerful antiseptic.
Vinegar to heal bruises ... soak a cotton ball in white vinegar and apply it to the bruise for 1 hour. The vinegar reduces the blueness and speeds up the healing process.
Quaker Oats for fast pain relief ... it's not for breakfast any more! Mix 2 cups of Quaker Oats and 1 cup of water in a bowl and warm in the microwave for 1 minute, cool slightly, and apply the mixture to your hands for soothing relief from arthritis pain.
Did you know that Colgate Toothpaste makes an excellent salve for burns?
Before you head to the drugstore for a high-priced inhaler filled with mysterious chemicals, try chewing on a couple of curiously strong Altoids peppermints. They'll clear up your stuffed nose.
Achy muscles from a bout of the flu? Mix 1 tablespoon horseradish in 1 cup of olive oil. Let the mixture sit for 30 minutes, then apply it as a massage oil for instant relief for aching muscles.
Sore throat? Just mix 1/4 cup of vinegar with 1/4 cup of honey and take 1 tablespoon six times a day. The vinegar kills the bacteria.
Cure urinary tract infections with Alka-Seltzer. Just dissolve two tablets in a glass of water and drink it at the onset of the symptoms. Alka-Seltzer begins eliminating urinary tract infections almost instantly-even though the product was never advertised for this use.
Honey remedy for skin blemishes ... cover the blemish with a dab of honey and place a Band-Aid over it. Honey kills the bacteria, keeps the skin sterile, and speeds healing. Works overnight.
Listerine therapy for toenail fungus: Get rid of unsightly toenail fungus by soaking your toes in Listerine Mouthwash. The powerful antiseptic leaves your toenails looking healthy again.
Easy eyeglass protection ... to prevent the screws in eyeglasses from loosening, apply a small drop of Maybelline Crystal Clear Nail Polish to the threads of the screws before tightening them.
Cleaning liquid that doubles as bug killer... if menacing bees, wasps, hornets, or yellow jackets get in your home and you can't find the insecticide, try a spray of Formula 409. Insects drop to the ground instantly.
Smart splinter remover: Just pour a drop of Elmer's Glue-All over the splinter, let dry, and peel the dried glue off the skin. The splinter sticks to the dried glue.
Hunt's Tomato Paste boil cure ... cover the boil with Hunt's Tomato Paste as a compress. The acids from the tomatoes soothe the pain and bring the boil to a head.
Balm for broken blisters ... to disinfect a broken blister, dab on a few drops of Listerine, a powerful antiseptic.
Vinegar to heal bruises ... soak a cotton ball in white vinegar and apply it to the bruise for 1 hour. The vinegar reduces the blueness and speeds up the healing process.
Quaker Oats for fast pain relief ... it's not for breakfast any more! Mix 2 cups of Quaker Oats and 1 cup of water in a bowl and warm in the microwave for 1 minute, cool slightly, and apply the mixture to your hands for soothing relief from arthritis pain.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Another Fall Month
Well, I am still here though I haven't been as faithful to posting like I should be. Our weekend in Virginia Beach was great and we had a lot of fun on the boardwalk. The Neptune festival was going on and the crowds were large. But we managed to walk almost 2 laps of the Boardwalk. Dinner was at Ruddees and it was all it was said to be. This Wednesday, I head to Kansas City for a leadership Institute with several other members from our church. I am actually looking forward to this event. Maybe they will get through this thick skull of mind and teach me something. Think so? Not! Bowling is in full swing and so far we have been successful this season. Both teams are in first place. How, I am not sure but we are doing it so far.
Wild Mom is doing fine and settling in for the winter. However, she is looking forward to her's and Lady's weekend in Pigeon Forge later this month. Lady is busy sewing Brian's blanket and doing her usual stuff she does. She keeps busy that is for sure. #1 and #2 are now in between jobs. The contract expired and there was no renewal. So we are back into the searching mode ... and that sucks. Peanut is doing great in school and starting to plan post graduate things. The three little ones are growing like weeds. Lew will be 6 this week. What happened to that little boy? Lil Princess is growing too but she is so dainty and sweet I wonder how many hearts she will break before all is said and done. She sat there Saturday night asking me to brush her hair. It is so fine care must be taken not to break or pull it out. AJ is starting to put words together and make us laugh. He is very active and loves to climb. When all three are there my head moves like it is on a swivel. Princess works and works and works .... all work and no play means she will be all dull before long. I couldn't even get her to go to ChincoTeague or Williamsburg for the weekend. Oh well, Cats in the Cradle.
Wild Mom is doing fine and settling in for the winter. However, she is looking forward to her's and Lady's weekend in Pigeon Forge later this month. Lady is busy sewing Brian's blanket and doing her usual stuff she does. She keeps busy that is for sure. #1 and #2 are now in between jobs. The contract expired and there was no renewal. So we are back into the searching mode ... and that sucks. Peanut is doing great in school and starting to plan post graduate things. The three little ones are growing like weeds. Lew will be 6 this week. What happened to that little boy? Lil Princess is growing too but she is so dainty and sweet I wonder how many hearts she will break before all is said and done. She sat there Saturday night asking me to brush her hair. It is so fine care must be taken not to break or pull it out. AJ is starting to put words together and make us laugh. He is very active and loves to climb. When all three are there my head moves like it is on a swivel. Princess works and works and works .... all work and no play means she will be all dull before long. I couldn't even get her to go to ChincoTeague or Williamsburg for the weekend. Oh well, Cats in the Cradle.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Do You Understand?
IF YOU CROSS THE NORTH KOREAN BORDER ILLEGALLY YOU GET 12 YEARS HARD LABOR ...
IF YOU CROSS THE IRANIAN BORDER ILLEGALLY YOU ARE DETAINED INDEFINITELY ...
BUT, IF YOU CROSS THE U.S. BORDER ILLEGALLY YOU GET A DRIVERS LICENSE, SOCIAL SECURITY CARD, WELFARE, FOOD STAMPS, AND FREE HEALTH CARE?
I guess I still don't understand...
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Mens Rules
Men's Rules - AUTHOR UNKNOWN:
We always hear "the rules " From the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note.. these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!
1. Men ARE not mind readers.
1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.
1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.
1. Crying is blackmail.
1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!
1. Yes and No are perfectly Acceptable answers to almost every question.
1. Come to us with a problem only If you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem . See a doctor.
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.
1. If you won't dress like the Victoria 's Secret girls, don't Expect us to act like soap opera guys.
1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.
1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.
1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.
1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not! A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.
1. If it itches, it will Be scratched. We do that.
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing is wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.
1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.
1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or golf.
1. You have enough clothes.
1. You have too many shoes.
1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!
1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping..
We always hear "the rules " From the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note.. these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!
1. Men ARE not mind readers.
1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.
1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.
1. Crying is blackmail.
1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!
1. Yes and No are perfectly Acceptable answers to almost every question.
1. Come to us with a problem only If you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem . See a doctor.
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.
1. If you won't dress like the Victoria 's Secret girls, don't Expect us to act like soap opera guys.
1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.
1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.
1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.
1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not! A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.
1. If it itches, it will Be scratched. We do that.
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing is wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.
1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.
1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or golf.
1. You have enough clothes.
1. You have too many shoes.
1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!
1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping..
Have A great Day
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He saw you **thirsty** & created Coke, ** Juice, Coffee and Water. *
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GOD saw you **in the dark** & created Light. **
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GOD saw you without a ** Good looking **, ** adorable** **, ** FRIEND........* *
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God **Saw you **hungry** & created McDonald's, Wendy's, and Dairy Queen.** *
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He saw you **thirsty** & created Coke, ** Juice, Coffee and Water. *
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GOD saw you **in the dark** & created Light. **
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GOD saw you without a ** Good looking **, ** adorable** **, ** FRIEND........* *
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Monday, September 14, 2009
Whizzing by
Well, another week has gone by and I am still behind on my postings. Where does the time go? This use to all fit into my day. This weekend we are going to Crownsville MD for the Renaissance Faire. That is always a great time and goes by way too quickly. The Fall/Winter Bowling leagues have started. I am doing better than the last several years (185 and 189 averages). I won't say much about the others scores lest I embarrass them.
Labor Day weekend was spent taking Wild Mom to the Family reunion in Illinois and then to Florida. She was up here in Virginia nearly a month and we enjoyed the whole time. She really liked our Bible Study group and all the activity around the house. It is never quiet. Lady is doing well but it is a struggle to keep up with things at times. She put quite a bit of time into a remembrance activity for a close friend who died less than 2 months ago. #1 and #2 are still working but the contract is drawing to a close. Hopefully something will get worked out and they can continue on. Peanut is doing great in school though she is under the weather today ... sinuses. I am still waiting for that first massage, sure would be nice after a day at the bowling alley. Oh well. We are proud of her as she fight hard to make this all work out. Princess has finished her move to the new house and we get to see her occasionally. She seems to work all the time. AJ, Lil Princess and Lou are growing like weeds. The two little ones are starting to say (err repeat what they hear). So we must guard what we say. Lou is starting school and likes it so far ... only 12 more years. Star is still in Georgia and making a living. She really enjoys the film shoots ... who knows when she will be on a billboard. We miss her.
Another football season has started and the headlines remain the same ... Redskins Lose. Somethings never change.
Labor Day weekend was spent taking Wild Mom to the Family reunion in Illinois and then to Florida. She was up here in Virginia nearly a month and we enjoyed the whole time. She really liked our Bible Study group and all the activity around the house. It is never quiet. Lady is doing well but it is a struggle to keep up with things at times. She put quite a bit of time into a remembrance activity for a close friend who died less than 2 months ago. #1 and #2 are still working but the contract is drawing to a close. Hopefully something will get worked out and they can continue on. Peanut is doing great in school though she is under the weather today ... sinuses. I am still waiting for that first massage, sure would be nice after a day at the bowling alley. Oh well. We are proud of her as she fight hard to make this all work out. Princess has finished her move to the new house and we get to see her occasionally. She seems to work all the time. AJ, Lil Princess and Lou are growing like weeds. The two little ones are starting to say (err repeat what they hear). So we must guard what we say. Lou is starting school and likes it so far ... only 12 more years. Star is still in Georgia and making a living. She really enjoys the film shoots ... who knows when she will be on a billboard. We miss her.
Another football season has started and the headlines remain the same ... Redskins Lose. Somethings never change.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Subject: For dog lovers ... and patriot
A touching story about an adopted Black Lab. A bit long.. but worth it in the end - a guaranteed tear-jerker. What a story ...
They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie as I looked at him lying in his pen. the shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I'd only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn't hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie's advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn't look like "Lab people," whatever that meant. They must have thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes, and a sealed letter from his previous owner. See, Reggie and I didn't really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike.
For some reason, his stuff (except for the tennis balls - he wouldn't go anywhere without two stuffed in his mouth) got tossed in with all of my other unpacked boxes. I guess I didn't really think he'd need all his old stuff, that I'd get him new things once he settled in. but it became pretty clear pretty soon that he wasn't going to.
I tried the normal commands the shelter told me he knew, ones like "sit" and "stay" and "come" and "heel," and he'd follow them - when he felt like it. He never really seemed to listen when I called his name - sure, he'd look in my direction after the fourth of fifth time I said it, but then he'd just go back to doing whatever. When I'd ask again, you could almost see him sigh and then grudgingly obey.
This just wasn't going to work. He chewed a couple shoes and some unpacked boxes I was a little too stern with him and he resented it, I could tell. The friction got so bad that I couldn't wait for the two weeks to be up, and when it was, I was in full-on search mode for my cellphone amid all of my unpacked stuff. I remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the "damn dog probably hid it on me."
Finally I found it, but before I could punch up the shelter's number, I also found his pad and other toys from the shelter ... I tossed the pad in Reggie's direction and he snuffed it and wagged, some of the most enthusiasm I'd seen since bringing him home. But then I called, "Hey, Reggie, you like that? Come here and I'll give you a treat." Instead, he sort of glanced in my direction - maybe "glared" is more accurate - and then gave a discontented sigh and flopped down. With his back to me.
Well, that's not going to do it either, I thought. And I punched the shelter phone number.
But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that, too. "Okay, Reggie," I said out loud, "let's see if your previous owner has any advice." ...
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To Whoever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can't say that I'm happy you're reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie's new owner ... I'm not even happy writing it. If you're reading this, it means I just got back from my last car ride with my Lab after dropping him off at the shelter. He knew something was different. I have packed up his pad and toys before and set them by the back door before a trip, but this time ... it's like he knew something was wrong. And something is wrong ... which is why I have to go to try to make it right.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.
First, he loves tennis balls. the more the merrier. Sometimes I think he's part squirrel, the way he hordes them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn't done it yet. Doesn't matter where you throw them, he'll bound after it, so be careful - really don't do it by any roads. I made that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly.
Next, commands. Maybe the shelter staff already told you, but I'll go over them again: Reggie knows the obvious ones - "sit," "stay," "come," "heel." He knows hand signals: "back" to turn around and go back when you put your hand straight up; and "over" if you put your hand out right or left. "Shake" for shaking water off, and "paw" for a high-five. He does "down" when he feels like lying down - I bet you could work on that with him some more. He knows "ball" and "food" and "bone" and "treat" like nobody's business.
I trained Reggie with small food treats. Nothing opens his ears like little pieces of hot dog.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, once about seven in the morning, and again at six in the evening. Regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He's up on his shots. Call the clinic on 9th Street and update his info with yours; they'll make sure to send you reminders for when he's due. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet Good luck getting him in the car - I don't know how he knows when it's time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time. I've never been married, so it's only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He's gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn't bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.
Which means that this transition is going to be hard, with him going to live with someone new.
And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you ... His name's not Reggie
I don't know what made me do it, but when I dropped him off at the shelter, I told them his name was Reggie. He's a smart dog, he'll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. but I just couldn't bear to give them his real name. For me to do that, it seemed so final, that handing him over to the shelter was as good as me admitting that I'd never see him again. And if I end up coming back, getting him, and tearing up this letter, it means everything is fine. But if someone else is reading it, well ... well it means that his new owner should know his real name. It'll help you bond with him. Who knows, maybe you'll even notice a change in his demeanor if he's been giving you problems.
His real name is Tank. Because that is what I drive.
Again, if you're reading this and you're from the area, maybe my name has been on the news. I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. See, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could have left Tank with ... and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call the the shelter ... in the "event" ... to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my colonel is a dog guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he'd do it personally. And if you're reading this, then he made good on his word.
Well, this letter is getting to downright depressing, even though, frankly, I'm just writing it for my dog. I couldn't imagine if I was writing it for a wife and kids and family. but still, Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family.
And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me.
That unconditional love from a dog is what I took with me to Iraq as an inspiration to do something selfless, to protect innocent people from those who would do terrible things ... and to keep those terrible people from coming over here. If I had to give up Tank in order to do it, I am glad to have done so. He was my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that's enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. I don't think I'll say another good-bye to Tank, though. I cried too much the first time. Maybe I'll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.
Thank you, Paul Mallory
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
"Hey, Tank," I said quietly.
The dog's head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.
"C'mere boy."
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn't heard in months.
"Tank," I whispered.
His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him.
"It's me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me." Tank reached up and licked my cheek. "So whatdaya say we play some ball? His ears perked again. "Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?" Tank tore from my hands and disappeared in the next room.
And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.
They told me the big black Lab's name was Reggie as I looked at him lying in his pen. the shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I'd only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn't hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie's advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn't look like "Lab people," whatever that meant. They must have thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes, and a sealed letter from his previous owner. See, Reggie and I didn't really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike.
For some reason, his stuff (except for the tennis balls - he wouldn't go anywhere without two stuffed in his mouth) got tossed in with all of my other unpacked boxes. I guess I didn't really think he'd need all his old stuff, that I'd get him new things once he settled in. but it became pretty clear pretty soon that he wasn't going to.
I tried the normal commands the shelter told me he knew, ones like "sit" and "stay" and "come" and "heel," and he'd follow them - when he felt like it. He never really seemed to listen when I called his name - sure, he'd look in my direction after the fourth of fifth time I said it, but then he'd just go back to doing whatever. When I'd ask again, you could almost see him sigh and then grudgingly obey.
This just wasn't going to work. He chewed a couple shoes and some unpacked boxes I was a little too stern with him and he resented it, I could tell. The friction got so bad that I couldn't wait for the two weeks to be up, and when it was, I was in full-on search mode for my cellphone amid all of my unpacked stuff. I remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the "damn dog probably hid it on me."
Finally I found it, but before I could punch up the shelter's number, I also found his pad and other toys from the shelter ... I tossed the pad in Reggie's direction and he snuffed it and wagged, some of the most enthusiasm I'd seen since bringing him home. But then I called, "Hey, Reggie, you like that? Come here and I'll give you a treat." Instead, he sort of glanced in my direction - maybe "glared" is more accurate - and then gave a discontented sigh and flopped down. With his back to me.
Well, that's not going to do it either, I thought. And I punched the shelter phone number.
But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that, too. "Okay, Reggie," I said out loud, "let's see if your previous owner has any advice." ...
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To Whoever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can't say that I'm happy you're reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie's new owner ... I'm not even happy writing it. If you're reading this, it means I just got back from my last car ride with my Lab after dropping him off at the shelter. He knew something was different. I have packed up his pad and toys before and set them by the back door before a trip, but this time ... it's like he knew something was wrong. And something is wrong ... which is why I have to go to try to make it right.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.
First, he loves tennis balls. the more the merrier. Sometimes I think he's part squirrel, the way he hordes them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn't done it yet. Doesn't matter where you throw them, he'll bound after it, so be careful - really don't do it by any roads. I made that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly.
Next, commands. Maybe the shelter staff already told you, but I'll go over them again: Reggie knows the obvious ones - "sit," "stay," "come," "heel." He knows hand signals: "back" to turn around and go back when you put your hand straight up; and "over" if you put your hand out right or left. "Shake" for shaking water off, and "paw" for a high-five. He does "down" when he feels like lying down - I bet you could work on that with him some more. He knows "ball" and "food" and "bone" and "treat" like nobody's business.
I trained Reggie with small food treats. Nothing opens his ears like little pieces of hot dog.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, once about seven in the morning, and again at six in the evening. Regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He's up on his shots. Call the clinic on 9th Street and update his info with yours; they'll make sure to send you reminders for when he's due. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet Good luck getting him in the car - I don't know how he knows when it's time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time. I've never been married, so it's only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He's gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn't bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.
Which means that this transition is going to be hard, with him going to live with someone new.
And that's why I need to share one more bit of info with you ... His name's not Reggie
I don't know what made me do it, but when I dropped him off at the shelter, I told them his name was Reggie. He's a smart dog, he'll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. but I just couldn't bear to give them his real name. For me to do that, it seemed so final, that handing him over to the shelter was as good as me admitting that I'd never see him again. And if I end up coming back, getting him, and tearing up this letter, it means everything is fine. But if someone else is reading it, well ... well it means that his new owner should know his real name. It'll help you bond with him. Who knows, maybe you'll even notice a change in his demeanor if he's been giving you problems.
His real name is Tank. Because that is what I drive.
Again, if you're reading this and you're from the area, maybe my name has been on the news. I told the shelter that they couldn't make "Reggie" available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. See, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could have left Tank with ... and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call the the shelter ... in the "event" ... to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my colonel is a dog guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he'd do it personally. And if you're reading this, then he made good on his word.
Well, this letter is getting to downright depressing, even though, frankly, I'm just writing it for my dog. I couldn't imagine if I was writing it for a wife and kids and family. but still, Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family.
And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me.
That unconditional love from a dog is what I took with me to Iraq as an inspiration to do something selfless, to protect innocent people from those who would do terrible things ... and to keep those terrible people from coming over here. If I had to give up Tank in order to do it, I am glad to have done so. He was my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that's enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. I don't think I'll say another good-bye to Tank, though. I cried too much the first time. Maybe I'll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.
Thank you, Paul Mallory
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I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
"Hey, Tank," I said quietly.
The dog's head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.
"C'mere boy."
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn't heard in months.
"Tank," I whispered.
His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him.
"It's me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me." Tank reached up and licked my cheek. "So whatdaya say we play some ball? His ears perked again. "Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?" Tank tore from my hands and disappeared in the next room.
And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
I dare you to watch this and tell me it is worth it
Texting While Driving
I love everyone of my kids and pray they don't fall into this trap!
The Insurance Companies now tell us this is a big problem and the biggest cause of accidents. I believe Operating a Motor Vehicle while using the handheld Cell Phone should be outlawed with severe penalties ... to die because someone just couldn't concentrate on driving for a few minutes. Is it worth it????
Texting While Driving
I love everyone of my kids and pray they don't fall into this trap!
The Insurance Companies now tell us this is a big problem and the biggest cause of accidents. I believe Operating a Motor Vehicle while using the handheld Cell Phone should be outlawed with severe penalties ... to die because someone just couldn't concentrate on driving for a few minutes. Is it worth it????
Monday, August 24, 2009
Way Too Long
Looking at the Blog site I realized I haven't been that faithful in keeping it current. A lot has happened, so maybe I can blame it on that. September holds for us a weekend in Virginia Beach and the Maryland Renaissance Faire. We are looking forward to going for our fifth year. O'Danny Girls, here we come! The Youth League finished with us in the middle of the field. The team never really jelled and we lost too many close ones that we should have won. I will have to look hard at the team composition and make some needed changes so we can be competitive. I did manage to finish with a 194 average and hold the third high average. The winter Adult League starts next Sunday ... the start of 30+ weeks of bowling. For me ... it is the chance for a lot of dates with my sweety.
Wild Mom is here with us for a summer vacation. We will take her home on Labor Day Weekend. It has been fun for us but she has managed to stay sick most of the time with sinus and numbness in her arm. Maybe she brought that from my sister's house. The dog has enjoyed the company and the little kids that drop food all the time. Lady has been busy, her boss went to Greece leaving her in charge, but managed to get the time off for our weekend in Williamsburg Va. She is really looking forward to the third weekend in September when we go to Virginia Beach for the weekend. Right in the middle of this time, we lost a really good friend. Brian Powell left us on his Birthday. We will miss him a lot.
Star was here for a week for the funeral. That was fun for us but I know she was ready to head back for Georgia and get back to life. living out of suitcases for a long time gets hard. It was so hard, she even managed to leave her keys and cigarette case. #1 and #2 both work now. Can you believe that? We are now hoping the contract with Verizon is renewed and they continue on for a lot longer. #1 has even managed to get promoted in all this. #2 is enjoying the sensation of having money in his wallet. Hopefully he will grow accustom to that and not let the cobwebs form there again. Princess has moved to a bigger place ... a single family house only a few blocks away from us. She continues to fill every second of her day with work. For me, keep every minute for myself and having fun. Lew, Lil Princess, and AJ continue to grow and keep us laughing. The two little ones amaze us with their new vocabulary and the ways they use the words. AJ still hasn't quite figured out that the pool is not the bathroom. Peanut is now a school girl once again. She has started to take classes at Everest College in order to become a Massage Therapist. We all are excited for her ... none more so than her. Now let me see ... peanut butter massage ... hmmmm!
Wild Mom is here with us for a summer vacation. We will take her home on Labor Day Weekend. It has been fun for us but she has managed to stay sick most of the time with sinus and numbness in her arm. Maybe she brought that from my sister's house. The dog has enjoyed the company and the little kids that drop food all the time. Lady has been busy, her boss went to Greece leaving her in charge, but managed to get the time off for our weekend in Williamsburg Va. She is really looking forward to the third weekend in September when we go to Virginia Beach for the weekend. Right in the middle of this time, we lost a really good friend. Brian Powell left us on his Birthday. We will miss him a lot.
Star was here for a week for the funeral. That was fun for us but I know she was ready to head back for Georgia and get back to life. living out of suitcases for a long time gets hard. It was so hard, she even managed to leave her keys and cigarette case. #1 and #2 both work now. Can you believe that? We are now hoping the contract with Verizon is renewed and they continue on for a lot longer. #1 has even managed to get promoted in all this. #2 is enjoying the sensation of having money in his wallet. Hopefully he will grow accustom to that and not let the cobwebs form there again. Princess has moved to a bigger place ... a single family house only a few blocks away from us. She continues to fill every second of her day with work. For me, keep every minute for myself and having fun. Lew, Lil Princess, and AJ continue to grow and keep us laughing. The two little ones amaze us with their new vocabulary and the ways they use the words. AJ still hasn't quite figured out that the pool is not the bathroom. Peanut is now a school girl once again. She has started to take classes at Everest College in order to become a Massage Therapist. We all are excited for her ... none more so than her. Now let me see ... peanut butter massage ... hmmmm!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Getting ready for the Dog Days
We are safely back from Indiana. The drive was uneventful but long (10+ hours). It was a great time and in many ways I wished it would never end. Lady's surprise of her brother on his birthday was complete. He was speechless as was her sister who walked by Lady before realizing who it was. Lew loved the pool and AJ even managed to splash his feet in the pool too. My neice, the fish, showed me all her swimming skills and filled my ears with tales of her swim meets. I really did enjoy that time and even the wrestling matches with her next day. Lady's parent's house and property are somewhere I could retire and really enjoy life. The town is so laid back and quiet. Life is so fast there ... they drive golf carts around town and there isn't a golf course in miles. #1 and peanut are still working. Though Peanut really missed AJ. It is amazing how those lil beggars get too you. AJ learned one new word very well and used it every possible second that he could speak. He wore out the word "Bye." #2 is still suffering from noworkitis. I believe the disease isn't fatal but it sure saps your energy away. Star celebrated her birthday (?? years) in Hilton Head and Monday finally returned to reality in Georgia. Princess is still working like a mule and occasionally stops to say hi or is it "hee haw?" Now we can start looking forward to the next weekend adventure in August ... Williamsburg Va. Work is the same. I am very happy that it is the one constant pain in my life. That helps me maintain a foot in reality. More to come later!!!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Summer Heat - I
Well, I guess I had better get this updated ... I have been asleep at the wheel. This weekend we head to Indiana so see Lady's Mother and attend a suprise party. That should prove to be interesting. Wild Mom is doing fine but cabin fever is rampant. Hopefully, I will be able to rescue her for a few weeks and then visit the Heisner Reunion on the way home. Star gets older today! Though she did go to Hilton Head SC without me. Sniff! Believe it or not .... #1 got a job as Inventory Specialist with Verizon. Miracles do happen. Now, what will it take for #2 to get one ... an act of God? Lew, Lil Princess and AJ are growing like weeds and getting good use out of the pool. I swear sometimes they are more fish than Human. We had a nice evening with Princess and I even managed to spend less than $50 during the short shopping trip we made. I wouldn't even try that with Lady or Wild Mom.
Future Plans:
Indiana
Williamsburg (Aug)
Virginia Beach (Sept)
Pigeon Forge TN (Oct)
Caribbean (Jan)
Work is the same ... just a little slow as we tend to fix things once and for all. Maybe "Fixing Stupid" is on summer vacation.
Future Plans:
Indiana
Williamsburg (Aug)
Virginia Beach (Sept)
Pigeon Forge TN (Oct)
Caribbean (Jan)
Work is the same ... just a little slow as we tend to fix things once and for all. Maybe "Fixing Stupid" is on summer vacation.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Cool Summer
Another week starts. The best part is Cheng is back. Not that the work is that hard ... but we get to share the idiocy that permeates this place. The weekend was quiet and slow. The highlights included Rita's Ice from Potomac Mills. Saturday's El Agave trip was nice and the food was all we expected. Of course AJ, Lew, and Lil Princess devoured the guacamole (2 bowls worth). Wild Mom is doing fine (healing) but cabin fever is in full force as she still hasn't been cleared to drive. Any one can feel free to call her and chat a bit, I know she will enjoy that a lot. Also there is a discussion started about bringing her up here for a few weeks. But nothing final was decided. Lady is doing well and for the most part this weekend rested, if that is possible with three kids hanging around. The three kids (AJ, Lew and Lil Princess) spent the weekend eating Popsicles, hot dogs and swimming in their new pool. They had a blast and now our summer routine consists of just that. #1 and #2 still can't wrestle down those elusive jobs. It is all in the approach. Don't focus on that 9% don't have a job but realize that 91% do have jobs. Peanut is fine and working away at her job. She and AJ did manage to go to the National Zoo and have a great time. Princess has been spending some time with us this weekend and that really made this weekend special. We hope this is the start of something fantastic. We capped our weekend off with Klines Ice Cream after youth bowling. The Bowling is doing fine. I even managed to get hooked up last night and roll a 184-202-275=661. That should bounce my average a bit.
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I love it when Derrick Mason wants us to not judge McNair and forget his cheating. What you do on the football field doesn't dismiss or cancel what you do off the field. You are a member of society first and a little bit of honesty and integrity, not to mention fidelity and honesty comes first.
Lance continues to stay close ... feels like the viper is about to strike.
The Nationals Coach got the hook last night. I love it when the players play like junior college players and the Coach gets the axe. He didn't drop the fly ball. I don't have much respect for the players who don't play up to their level or even play to the level of their compensation. I would rather see the Potomac Nationals (Carolina League) play for they are trying to the BEST of their ability to try and make this sorry national League team. What irony ... trying hard to make a losing team.
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I love it when Derrick Mason wants us to not judge McNair and forget his cheating. What you do on the football field doesn't dismiss or cancel what you do off the field. You are a member of society first and a little bit of honesty and integrity, not to mention fidelity and honesty comes first.
Lance continues to stay close ... feels like the viper is about to strike.
The Nationals Coach got the hook last night. I love it when the players play like junior college players and the Coach gets the axe. He didn't drop the fly ball. I don't have much respect for the players who don't play up to their level or even play to the level of their compensation. I would rather see the Potomac Nationals (Carolina League) play for they are trying to the BEST of their ability to try and make this sorry national League team. What irony ... trying hard to make a losing team.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
I Love You
Someone who loves me a lot sent this ... and I now sent it to you
One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, old morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't "anymore." No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute."
Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say "I love you."
So while we have it, it's best we love it, care for it, fix it when it's broken and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage ... and old cars, and children with bad report cards,
and dogs with bad hips, family and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it ... because we are worth it.
Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after divorce ... There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what.
Life is important. We only have one. We only have one mom, one dad, one unique brother or sister or friend.
Suppose one morning you never wake up. Do all your friends know you love them?
I was thinking .. I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.
Let every one of your friends and family know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do.
And just in case GOD calls me home ... I LOVE You ! :-)
Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised!
One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, old morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't "anymore." No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute."
Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, say "I love you."
So while we have it, it's best we love it, care for it, fix it when it's broken and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage ... and old cars, and children with bad report cards,
and dogs with bad hips, family and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it ... because we are worth it.
Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a sister-in-law after divorce ... There are just some things that make us happy, no matter what.
Life is important. We only have one. We only have one mom, one dad, one unique brother or sister or friend.
Suppose one morning you never wake up. Do all your friends know you love them?
I was thinking .. I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.
Let every one of your friends and family know you love them. Even if you think they don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little words and a smile can do.
And just in case GOD calls me home ... I LOVE You ! :-)
Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised!
Monday, July 06, 2009
More Fun in the Sun
I hope everyone had a safe and happy July 4th. We did. Lots of grilling outside and the cranking up of homemade Ice Cream were the tops. Friday included a Potomac Nationals Baseball game with fireworks at the end. Yes, they won 6-5 more than could be said about the Nationals. We skipped the large crowds Saturday by staying home and relaxing with a bowl of Ice Cream. Thursday started my long weekend with one of my teeth being pulled out. I was only in the chair over 2 1/2 hours. It was not fun but I have managed to dodge all the pain and problems following the surgery. Lew and Lil Princess spent the holidays with their parents. Peanut, #1 and #2 were their normal selves. Star is in Pennsylvania visiting. Sunday Bowling was ok as we managed to win (7-0) and move up from our middle of the pack position. Lady is now on Facebook, that took a bunch of talking. Wild Mom is doing well and having a blast while she waits for the next trip.
Looks like a July trip to Indiana is in the works. More to come.
Reservations are confirmed for September in Virginia Beach.
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Tour De France is almost here.
"Dating Relationship" is what they call it between McNair and some 20 year old. He is married with kids and I call it ... Adultry, Affair, and wrong.
I lucked out and didn't get a ticket to see them plant Wacko Jacko. The Doctors had a real quandry with what to do with his body at the Morgue on Tuesday. You see, recycle pickup wasn't until Friday.
Looks like a July trip to Indiana is in the works. More to come.
Reservations are confirmed for September in Virginia Beach.
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Tour De France is almost here.
"Dating Relationship" is what they call it between McNair and some 20 year old. He is married with kids and I call it ... Adultry, Affair, and wrong.
I lucked out and didn't get a ticket to see them plant Wacko Jacko. The Doctors had a real quandry with what to do with his body at the Morgue on Tuesday. You see, recycle pickup wasn't until Friday.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Splashing Fun
Another weekend has come and gone. Bible School is over and a complete success. Some kids asked if we could do it next week ... they were having a blast. Wild Mom continues to heal and get stronger. Before long she will be back to full strength and on the road again. lady is happy VBS is over so she can rest and shake the last effects of her cold off. I managed to clear cut one half of the back yard jungle. A couple of times I had to follow the bright yellow electric cord back to the house. I will try and finish up the yard today provided the rain holds up. #1 is on a roll, 2 phone interviews in 7 months. I think half of Manassas will faint if he gets a job. #2 is sneaking around trying to find out #1's secret of landing them interviews since #2 is O-fer during the same time frame. Star is fine and the day of her calendar debut is drawing closer. She will be visiting Pennsylvania for a few days. We got a kiddie pool and Lil Princess, Lew and AJ made the most of it. AJ was blue and shivering like a leaf in a hurricane ... but he pitched a fit when we dried him off and took him inside. We had a blast watching them and Lady managed to get a few pictures of them in action. Peanut is doing fine though her are work hours are drawing down ... we knew this would happen from the start but the chance was taken. Saturday, Peanut and I went to see the Star Trek movie. It was ok, but the original series is still the best. Youth bowling is approaching mid-season. I averaged 201 but it takes more than one person to win. It looks like Indiana will be our next trip.
I am tired of Whacko Jacko memorials. Funny how in life they were avoiding or not supporting him (sales were at the bottom) but now are going stupid over him once again. They forget what kind of person he was and pump him up as the Greatest Ever. Funny how we change when we try and exploit him by collecting his stuff.
No need to say anything about the Nationals ... they lived up to their potential.
I am tired of Whacko Jacko memorials. Funny how in life they were avoiding or not supporting him (sales were at the bottom) but now are going stupid over him once again. They forget what kind of person he was and pump him up as the Greatest Ever. Funny how we change when we try and exploit him by collecting his stuff.
No need to say anything about the Nationals ... they lived up to their potential.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Summer Reflections
Hot times in Virginia. Today is 90+ and humid. Wild Mom is doing well. Her stamina isn't where she would like it but as long as she goes slow she is fine. It looks like she will be able to attend the Reunion in Lynn Haven Florida next weekend. It has been a long time since my last one ... well, maybe one day I will make it. Lady is really enjoying Vacation Bible School as she has the pleasure of corralling 8 kids under two years of age. Somehow I think she will be ready for another weekend vacation just to recuperate. #1 managed to scrape up an interview and at the same time run the Caddy out of gas. All the while the jungle grows ... even the wild strawberries are having to fight for their sunlight. #2 continues to be a room lizard and dodge any interviews. Star is doing fine. She continues to push to get her life organized. Who thought she would be a famous model ... featured in a calendar. It kind of made me think of a reality show where the young lady informed her parents that she was a centerfold in Playboy magazine. Hmmmm! Rub that thought from my mind! We will get to see Lew and Lil Princess this weekend after missing the last two. How much have they grown? More than the weeds in the yard? Work is the same ... frustrating ... plus Cheng is going on vacation next week but he deserves it for all the crap he deals with.
For those who are concerned ... I am fine. Just a bit disappointed as another piece of my dream dies. I wonder if it is possible to set them too high so that you can never have any real expectation of them ever succeeding? Sure seems like it.
9 Days till the Race ... Tour De France
The cruise is getting closer as the other night we actually started dreaming and scheming of what will transpire on the cruise in January. We have only 6 months till then ... I can feel the breeze on my face as we race downhill to the sailing date. Not to mention ... Lady in a bikini.
For those who are concerned ... I am fine. Just a bit disappointed as another piece of my dream dies. I wonder if it is possible to set them too high so that you can never have any real expectation of them ever succeeding? Sure seems like it.
9 Days till the Race ... Tour De France
The cruise is getting closer as the other night we actually started dreaming and scheming of what will transpire on the cruise in January. We have only 6 months till then ... I can feel the breeze on my face as we race downhill to the sailing date. Not to mention ... Lady in a bikini.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Back to Reality
We have landed safely back at home. After the AC was fixed about Monday noon, we headed for lunch and the road. The drive was long and uneventful as usual but we made it. Wild Mom is fine and healing slowly. Today, she had a small issue with some fever but after clearing the drain tube, everything seems to be back to normal. The yard looks like a scene out of the Jungle. It will be quite a job to cut. Maybe I might need a shotgun to take care of the critters that are hiding in the grass. I am amazed how quickly it grows ... when I first started it never seemed to grow but now when I wish it would slow down ... no way. Vacation Bible School is well underway and I am hoping to get there but there are a few issues at work that I am working on. Work is the same with no hope of changing anytime soon.
At least the nationals haven't changed ... thank God for something consistent. I am looking forward to the Tour De France starting soon.
At least the nationals haven't changed ... thank God for something consistent. I am looking forward to the Tour De France starting soon.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
She is on the Loose
Well, we arrived in Florida fine ... just tired from driving all night. Wild Mom's surgery went fine. She went in about 11:30 and they were done about 3:30. She spent the night and was discharged this morning about 9:00. Of course that happened just as I sat down to breakfast ... needless to say ... I finished it an hour later and 30 seconds for the microwave. Also the air conditioner decided to mess up today. The fan motor burned up on a day when the heat index was 103+. The old fan blades were so rusted that it will be Monday before they finish the job. It is running now and the inside temp is 85 and dropping. Lady fixed potato soup and it was good as usual ... and "no" there wasn't any left to bring home. At one point today all five of us were sitting around sleeping. It was funny. As you get older those "power naps" work wonders. The usual computer work gets done as it is amazing how much can get messed up between visits. last night we had to buy more dog food and when we got home ... it was full of bugs. Gee, great price and extra bonus protein. We took the bag back and lo and behold ... every bag on the shelf contained bugs. The Store Manager wasn't happy. It looks like the dealer sold him bad food. The Church down here is having a breakfast for Father's Day, so perhaps I will stuff myself before Sunday School. Lady bought some great looking tomatoes for making tomato sandwiches ... but alas ... we will have to wait till tomorrow to taste test them.
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