A lot lately. More than usual. It seems to happen when you have hard times, you think a lot more and sometimes it's thinking about how bad the situation is, or how to get out of the situation, or you're just thinking about when times were good. Regardless, I feel we tend to think more during hard times.
So, say you're on the way home from the store, and you get behind someone that's driving slow, or at least slower than you are and want to be. You're on a curvy road with hills, and there's no safe way to pass. Slowly getting more and more angry because this slow person is in front of you. Whether it be some old grandma or grandpa, someone rambling on their stupid cell phone, or just someone driving slow because they're driving slow, they're in front of you and it's annoying.
You finally get the chance on a small straight to pass, and you zoom by them. Shoot them a dirty look, a hand gesture, or whatever, and you take off, just to get over the hill, or around the next curve, and there's a line of cars with someone driving even slower at the front, and you're not going to be able to pass. Now you're twice as mad, and you've saved what, 2 seconds? Just to be stuck again, and now that slow person you just passed is right behind you again. So much for that 2 seconds.
In the grand scheme of things, what were you going to do with that 2 seconds? Even if it's 2 minutes that you get home quicker? Was it really worth that much for that small amount of time in your overall day?
Problem is, this happens a lot. To all of us. And not just while driving. We've become impatient in life, and there's really no reason nor excuse for it. Unless it's some life threatening emergency, then why not just lean back, and drive? Especially on a gorgeous day like today.
I was in this situation on my way home this morning. Never got the chance to pass the guy, but when we got over the hill and he sped up a little, we came across the line of cars just like I described. And I got to thinking about this. I'm guilty of it too.
Why are we in such a rush to get nowhere fast? That person in the car in front of you going slow...some grandma or grandpa...they've lived long enough and done probably more than several of you and your friends combined...don't they deserve to drive how they want?
That person that's just driving slow to be driving slow. Are they just enjoying the beautiful day? Could something be really wrong in their life and they're driving slow because they can't fully concentrate on driving fast? Maybe they're driving slow because they're afraid of those fast drivers like you and me...
Or the person on the cell phone...well, I've nothing to say about that. Shouldn't be happening. But that's what we've adapted to in life. We can't live without our cell phones and our ipods and our iphones and nonsense. We can't survive that drive home without having to talk to someone...
We walk through stores or malls and we come across someone walking slow in front of us. We'll wedge ourselves between that old couple and a group of on-comers just to get around them, instead of waiting a few seconds and stepping by them while saying excuse me with a smile.
We're not polite anymore, we forgot what manners are, and we're not teaching it to our children. We're impatient because we don't take the time to remember patience. Even though things would be so much easier, faster, better if we did.
Let's not try to dwell on the bad stuff, let's look forward to the future and try and make it a better place for us and our children. That's what we should be thinking.
I've had a pretty rough week, and through God's graces we've had wonderful friends and family pick us up and keep us going until we were able to stand on our feet. Just like old times.
A smile goes a longer way than a frown, and it's much more appealing.
Hopefully you'll be thinking too. Just remember; it may not be much to you, but it could be a miracle to someone else. And even the smallest miracle is a great miracle.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
So turns another chapter in the days of my life...
Well, tonight was the last meeting of what was known as Gardendale Pack 714.
For those that don't know, I'm the assistant cubmaster for this scout pack, which is now transitioning into Gardendale Pack 100.
Long story short, the church we were meeting at wasn't overly happy with the way that we were growing, and wanted us to go in a different direction, 'under the guidance of the church', which was directed by one person, even though he didn't have this authority. Unfortunately, he was attempting to usurp power and authority that he did not, not was not allowed to have, and he coerced the pastor in to seeing his way over ours and policy. Basically political drama.
So we chose to start a new pack, troop, and crew. UNFORTUNATELY, this means a chance of splitting friends, and this isn't so great. We don't want to force anyone to come with us as we feel everyone is free to make their own decisions. Some of the scouts in our pack were members of this church, and we would not want to dampen their relationship with the church.
One of our leaders, who is a very good person, a great leader, and a heck of a guy with an awesome family came to Frank and myself this evening before the meeting and told us that he and his family have chosen to stay with the church instead of going with us to the new church and pack 100. I felt sad that he made this decision, but he said they prayed about it and they feel in their hearts that this is best for them. I fully understand and would not deny them the chance, but it makes me sad that we're losing a good family with great values. We did everything we could to let them know we support their decision and they're always welcome to come with us should they feel the need to change.
This is a hard part. Venturing in to new things, traveling new areas. Jumping off the platform without a net. But that's part of life's adventures I guess. I personally hope that Pack 714 lives on, and grows, and becomes as successful as it was with us. I wished there were more we could do for Pack 714, unfortunately I really don't think at this point we'll be allowed to. Once that door closed tonight, it was locked to us that are leaving.
I hate to see splits and separations like this; it's always hard. And it's hard for the kids who already have so much they have to face in their every day lives. What does this teach? When it gets tough, the grown ups run away? When you can't get along with someone, just leave? Where's the values, the morals? How do you explain this to an 8 year old or a 9 year old that doesn't understand politics and power?
I hope that the children will understand as they grow, that we as parents, leaders, guidance of our future in our children, have done what we felt was best for them in helping them to grow and mature. I hope that they'll see we're trying to take them from people that want to hold them down through us or through disagreements with one or two people but it's held against the whole group.
Anyway, I guess that's enough of my rambling on this. I hope that 2 packs can coexist and that we can make both packs flourish; but I don't see our new pack going anywhere for a long time, and I hope that those who stay know that the door is always open for them, and noone will stop them or make them feel guilty for not going.
Long Live Pack 714
For those that don't know, I'm the assistant cubmaster for this scout pack, which is now transitioning into Gardendale Pack 100.
Long story short, the church we were meeting at wasn't overly happy with the way that we were growing, and wanted us to go in a different direction, 'under the guidance of the church', which was directed by one person, even though he didn't have this authority. Unfortunately, he was attempting to usurp power and authority that he did not, not was not allowed to have, and he coerced the pastor in to seeing his way over ours and policy. Basically political drama.
So we chose to start a new pack, troop, and crew. UNFORTUNATELY, this means a chance of splitting friends, and this isn't so great. We don't want to force anyone to come with us as we feel everyone is free to make their own decisions. Some of the scouts in our pack were members of this church, and we would not want to dampen their relationship with the church.
One of our leaders, who is a very good person, a great leader, and a heck of a guy with an awesome family came to Frank and myself this evening before the meeting and told us that he and his family have chosen to stay with the church instead of going with us to the new church and pack 100. I felt sad that he made this decision, but he said they prayed about it and they feel in their hearts that this is best for them. I fully understand and would not deny them the chance, but it makes me sad that we're losing a good family with great values. We did everything we could to let them know we support their decision and they're always welcome to come with us should they feel the need to change.
This is a hard part. Venturing in to new things, traveling new areas. Jumping off the platform without a net. But that's part of life's adventures I guess. I personally hope that Pack 714 lives on, and grows, and becomes as successful as it was with us. I wished there were more we could do for Pack 714, unfortunately I really don't think at this point we'll be allowed to. Once that door closed tonight, it was locked to us that are leaving.
I hate to see splits and separations like this; it's always hard. And it's hard for the kids who already have so much they have to face in their every day lives. What does this teach? When it gets tough, the grown ups run away? When you can't get along with someone, just leave? Where's the values, the morals? How do you explain this to an 8 year old or a 9 year old that doesn't understand politics and power?
I hope that the children will understand as they grow, that we as parents, leaders, guidance of our future in our children, have done what we felt was best for them in helping them to grow and mature. I hope that they'll see we're trying to take them from people that want to hold them down through us or through disagreements with one or two people but it's held against the whole group.
Anyway, I guess that's enough of my rambling on this. I hope that 2 packs can coexist and that we can make both packs flourish; but I don't see our new pack going anywhere for a long time, and I hope that those who stay know that the door is always open for them, and noone will stop them or make them feel guilty for not going.
Long Live Pack 714
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The Best Buy Saga...
Well, the Best Buy Saga has culminated. After having my wife's laptop for 2 WEEKS, continuing to give me the run around, I went in today and they presented me with 2 choices. 1, they could send the laptop to the repair shop, which would take 4-6 weeks, or they could refund me the money for the laptop and I could 'just buy a new one'.
Problem is that I got a hell of a deal on that laptop since it was ordered, upgraded, then not sold. So I asked if I would get my 130 dollars back for the Geek Squad work that was done but not fixing the problem. And they gave me that back too. I wound up buying my wife yet another laptop, more expensive, costing me MORE money. Bad customer service Best Buy...wouldn't even give me a discount on the one I wanted even though it was the display model and no more in stock...
Oh, and not to mention, I paid cash for the original laptop, still had the receipt and all the stuff, and they refused to give me the cash back. "It has to be on a Gift Card". Of course, you rat bastards. Force me to spend my money there...Cost me way too much time, money, patience, and aggravation. I thought the "Geek Squad" were supposed to be pro's...WRONG AGAIN.
Let's hope you don't screw up my camera, with it's Black Tie Warranty. Then there really will be some problems.
Monday, June 14, 2010
WUI...(writing under the influence)
Well, kinda. I've enjoying the bottle of Captain Morgan Lime Bites that my good friend Cat and her boyfriend for me for my birthday. Just so you know, Lime Bites ROCKS! It's great.
So yeah, not drunk by any means but felt like writing. Unfortunately I can't narrow down a topic to write upon, so no telling what's going to be posted here.
For starters, let's give an update.
As of last Tuesday, I have a job driving a forklift loading trucks at Quikrete in Homewood area. Not the best of jobs, but it's a job. It's Hot and dusty, and I now have a slight inclination of what a statue feels like when I come home and my hair and arms are slightly stiff from driving around in the concrete dust while sweating all day. Interesting. Well, not really.
As of Wednesday, (June 9..DUH) I turned 34. Yup, another year older. While I received several birthday wishes through Facebook, a few on myspace, and a few phone calls, the big fun part came on Friday with my 'not so surprise' surprise birthday party. Let's back up a bit to further understand this one.
So, my dear sweet wife of almost 11 years has tried on 4 (3 up until this one) occasions to try to throw me a surprise party. I've discovered the coup every time somehow through obviousness or stumbling upon some part of it and putting the pieces together. This year, things were a bit different. I'd made a casual statement in jest mostly that looks like my birthday would be forgotten from now on since I now have a nephew who was born on June 8, and just celebrated his 1st birthday this year. Congrats Jamie! Anyway, I've always enjoyed my birthday being June 9, because there's no holidays close to it, and nobody immediately related to me celebrates a birthday close to mine. So it's my chance every year to be celebrated without interruption. Well, she made a few remarks at my forgotten birthday and that was that. A few odd things happened here and there, such as she started making a database for Phineas and Ferb stuff, she started asking me about webcam stuff and how to store video...but I never really thought much of it more than she's enjoying her new notebook computer that I got her for Mother's Day.
So, Tuesday the 8th, I come home from work, the wife has made dinner, and I'm sitting here at my desk eating, and Little John remarks from the kitchen, "Dad, your party is going to be so awesome, but I'm not saying anything because it's a surprise, and you're not getting anything out of me!" A bit confused, I lean back, and look at him and say "what party?" As the wife walks quietly and calmly and smacks him across the back of the head (in a loving way of course) and says "IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE YOU GOOBER!!"
So yeah. Now you know why it's called the 'not so surprise' surprise party.
HOWEVER, I told Jennifer that nobody had to know I knew, that I'd keep it a secret and act surprised. She told me that she would have to tell Frank since he was in on it too, but she wasn't going to tell me what was going on.
So we talked to Frank, I joked with him because the plan was for him to occupy me Friday evening until time for me to show up at my party.
Well, I got off work Friday, he got off work, we met up here at the house and I had to go on a mission. Major Monogram (From Phineas and Ferb, but this time played by Little John) had an urgent message of NATIONAL SECURITY for me!
Within this video there were coordinates in which I was supposed to go to...which gave me a present, and MORE coordinates to another place...which gave me another present and MORE coordinates...you get the point. After about 5 different locations AND A BAG OF ICE!!!, I was ordered to return to my home base.
There was the party, and a couple of people had arrived, some of whom I haven't seen in a while.
So we kinda waited around till everyone got there, had some pizza, the Awesome Mrs Evil Debbie (who Tessa professes she's my girlfriend) made and delivered a key lime cake for me! Yes, I shared...and it was fabulous!!
Jennifer invented a Phineas and Ferb version of Clue which was a lot of fun, and afterward we just kinda sat and hung out till everyone headed for home.
So it was a great party, and I had a lot of fun, and got some cool gifts including 2 bottles of Captain Morgan, a Christopher Moore book, a cool shirt (thanks Deisha!!) and a bayonet from WW1 I think, that belonged to my late father in law...I used to pick at him about that...and Joan gave it to me for my birthday, which meant a lot to me.
Anyway, sum it up, I had a great birthday!!
I think that's about all I'm going to write for this blog. Feel free to enjoy the video posted of "Major Monogram" giving me orders for my mission. Quite a hoot.
Until next time...
Be safe and remember to smile. It does help.
Hammer
So yeah, not drunk by any means but felt like writing. Unfortunately I can't narrow down a topic to write upon, so no telling what's going to be posted here.
For starters, let's give an update.
As of last Tuesday, I have a job driving a forklift loading trucks at Quikrete in Homewood area. Not the best of jobs, but it's a job. It's Hot and dusty, and I now have a slight inclination of what a statue feels like when I come home and my hair and arms are slightly stiff from driving around in the concrete dust while sweating all day. Interesting. Well, not really.
As of Wednesday, (June 9..DUH) I turned 34. Yup, another year older. While I received several birthday wishes through Facebook, a few on myspace, and a few phone calls, the big fun part came on Friday with my 'not so surprise' surprise birthday party. Let's back up a bit to further understand this one.
So, my dear sweet wife of almost 11 years has tried on 4 (3 up until this one) occasions to try to throw me a surprise party. I've discovered the coup every time somehow through obviousness or stumbling upon some part of it and putting the pieces together. This year, things were a bit different. I'd made a casual statement in jest mostly that looks like my birthday would be forgotten from now on since I now have a nephew who was born on June 8, and just celebrated his 1st birthday this year. Congrats Jamie! Anyway, I've always enjoyed my birthday being June 9, because there's no holidays close to it, and nobody immediately related to me celebrates a birthday close to mine. So it's my chance every year to be celebrated without interruption. Well, she made a few remarks at my forgotten birthday and that was that. A few odd things happened here and there, such as she started making a database for Phineas and Ferb stuff, she started asking me about webcam stuff and how to store video...but I never really thought much of it more than she's enjoying her new notebook computer that I got her for Mother's Day.
So, Tuesday the 8th, I come home from work, the wife has made dinner, and I'm sitting here at my desk eating, and Little John remarks from the kitchen, "Dad, your party is going to be so awesome, but I'm not saying anything because it's a surprise, and you're not getting anything out of me!" A bit confused, I lean back, and look at him and say "what party?" As the wife walks quietly and calmly and smacks him across the back of the head (in a loving way of course) and says "IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE YOU GOOBER!!"
So yeah. Now you know why it's called the 'not so surprise' surprise party.
HOWEVER, I told Jennifer that nobody had to know I knew, that I'd keep it a secret and act surprised. She told me that she would have to tell Frank since he was in on it too, but she wasn't going to tell me what was going on.
So we talked to Frank, I joked with him because the plan was for him to occupy me Friday evening until time for me to show up at my party.
Well, I got off work Friday, he got off work, we met up here at the house and I had to go on a mission. Major Monogram (From Phineas and Ferb, but this time played by Little John) had an urgent message of NATIONAL SECURITY for me!
Within this video there were coordinates in which I was supposed to go to...which gave me a present, and MORE coordinates to another place...which gave me another present and MORE coordinates...you get the point. After about 5 different locations AND A BAG OF ICE!!!, I was ordered to return to my home base.
There was the party, and a couple of people had arrived, some of whom I haven't seen in a while.
So we kinda waited around till everyone got there, had some pizza, the Awesome Mrs Evil Debbie (who Tessa professes she's my girlfriend) made and delivered a key lime cake for me! Yes, I shared...and it was fabulous!!
Jennifer invented a Phineas and Ferb version of Clue which was a lot of fun, and afterward we just kinda sat and hung out till everyone headed for home.
So it was a great party, and I had a lot of fun, and got some cool gifts including 2 bottles of Captain Morgan, a Christopher Moore book, a cool shirt (thanks Deisha!!) and a bayonet from WW1 I think, that belonged to my late father in law...I used to pick at him about that...and Joan gave it to me for my birthday, which meant a lot to me.
Anyway, sum it up, I had a great birthday!!
I think that's about all I'm going to write for this blog. Feel free to enjoy the video posted of "Major Monogram" giving me orders for my mission. Quite a hoot.
Until next time...
Be safe and remember to smile. It does help.
Hammer
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Time to lash out a bit...
Okay, so all my blogs won't be happy...but there's a good point to this one and one that I hope each and every one of my readers will follow and do something about it.
So I'm heading to Atlanta this morning to do some good soul work for the Lord! Helping my buddy Don and his friend and fellow soldier of God load items to be sent to Nigeria in hopes to help build a worship center for those without, and I'm listening to the Mojo morning show here on 99.5. I've come to like Mojo because he doesn't just spout nonsense and makes my mornings a but more enjoyable.
This morning he's got a very touchy article he's read and asks for opinions on something he pulled off of Fox News about a 28 year old military vet who's served in Kosovo and Iraq, comes home, and his wife decks the apartment out all patriotic for his homecoming. Awesome and cool, right?
WRONG. Turns out, the owners of the property have told them they must take down their American flag hanging in the window, or face eviction... But he can do it AFTER MEMORIAL Day since he's a vet and all.
First of all, What the hell? The owners have some sort of clause in the contract that bans the display of flags, banners and political or religious materials.
So...we're not allowed to hang our own flag, our own pride, in our own country??
Now I don't know about you guys but the way I see it, anyone that prohibits an American, and a VETERAN at that, to display their heritage, their pride, their patriotism, is violating our God Given right, our CONSTITUTIONAL right, and therefore is committing an act of Treason against our nation. You know what they do those who commit treason? Exatly...
Now before I go further, here's the afformentioned article (new window)
This disgusts me. This is pathetic. What is our nation coming to? "For the greater good" becomes crap and nonsense hidden between the lines of political mumbo jumbo...in which I will be posting a rant later on about that...
My thoughts after reading the article is that someone likely complained about it because they didn't like it. Well to you, the complainer, I say get the hell out of my country. If you were born here, you should be willing to die defending that flag. If you weren't born here, why the hell are you in my country usurping our freedoms and liberties? Either way, if you don't like Old Glory, if you have a problem with someone flying it, then you don't deserve to live under it.
This is my opinion and if you don't like it, well, you're entitled to your opinion. And if your opinion includes the dislike of the American Flag, well, you have no place in my life on my country.
So I'm heading to Atlanta this morning to do some good soul work for the Lord! Helping my buddy Don and his friend and fellow soldier of God load items to be sent to Nigeria in hopes to help build a worship center for those without, and I'm listening to the Mojo morning show here on 99.5. I've come to like Mojo because he doesn't just spout nonsense and makes my mornings a but more enjoyable.
This morning he's got a very touchy article he's read and asks for opinions on something he pulled off of Fox News about a 28 year old military vet who's served in Kosovo and Iraq, comes home, and his wife decks the apartment out all patriotic for his homecoming. Awesome and cool, right?
WRONG. Turns out, the owners of the property have told them they must take down their American flag hanging in the window, or face eviction... But he can do it AFTER MEMORIAL Day since he's a vet and all.
First of all, What the hell? The owners have some sort of clause in the contract that bans the display of flags, banners and political or religious materials.
So...we're not allowed to hang our own flag, our own pride, in our own country??
Now I don't know about you guys but the way I see it, anyone that prohibits an American, and a VETERAN at that, to display their heritage, their pride, their patriotism, is violating our God Given right, our CONSTITUTIONAL right, and therefore is committing an act of Treason against our nation. You know what they do those who commit treason? Exatly...
Now before I go further, here's the afformentioned article (new window)
This disgusts me. This is pathetic. What is our nation coming to? "For the greater good" becomes crap and nonsense hidden between the lines of political mumbo jumbo...in which I will be posting a rant later on about that...
My thoughts after reading the article is that someone likely complained about it because they didn't like it. Well to you, the complainer, I say get the hell out of my country. If you were born here, you should be willing to die defending that flag. If you weren't born here, why the hell are you in my country usurping our freedoms and liberties? Either way, if you don't like Old Glory, if you have a problem with someone flying it, then you don't deserve to live under it.
This is my opinion and if you don't like it, well, you're entitled to your opinion. And if your opinion includes the dislike of the American Flag, well, you have no place in my life on my country.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Oh Lord, Forgive us our sins of what we feel is best in our heart but may not be right in your eyes...
Tonight I had to do something that was very painful, but I felt within my heart that there was no other choice, and that it was the best thing to do. Around 9:30 I heard a commotion outside what sounded like a dog attacking something. We have a lot of strays in our area and they like to come up in the yard and mess with our animals, and sometimes even chase my kids. So I stepped out on the porch to see Blackie, Piper, and a very large black dog, that was jumping around and barking while the other two stood aside. Immediately I knew it was attacking something in my yard.
So I stepped back in and grabbed a light and my pellet gun to chase the dog off. It ran off before I shot. I fired toward the woods behind my house anyway to give the dog a scare. Piper ran, and Blackie lay down. I feared something was wrong with her, so I went to her calling her name and talking to her the whole way. As I got nearer, I noticed something laying in the grass a few feet away.
As I got closer, Blackie seemed very nervous and kept looking at me, then looking away. I've seen it before in scared animals that are trying to be protective. The something laying in the grass was a cat. Breathing heavily, and as I slowly got closer, I noticed it's tongue hanging out, teeth missing and it's mouth bleeding, a few teeth bent at odd angles, and it's eyes dilated. I went to get Joan because I thought it was one of our cats and wanted to see what she felt we should do, even though deep in my heart I knew there was no chance this poor cat would live and should be put out of it's misery. His body was pretty ragged and mangled in places, a couple of nasty gashes in it's back area towards it's lower spine and haunches.
Joan knew the cat would not live either, and so I told her I'd go get my gun and warn Jennifer to keep the kids busy. I also called the Sheriff Department to let them know what I was going to do in case someone called in shots fired in our neighborhood. The officer told me they could not advise me to do that, and I told him I wasn't asking him for advice, I was letting him know in case there was a call.
I walked back over to the cat, who was breathing worse now, and looking like it had broken ribs on top of all the other agony. I asked Joan to move Blackie away, in which Blackie was now trying to get close to me and walking around the cat. Joan led Blackie away and her look told me that she knew what was happening. The cat looked up at me for a brief moment and tried to make some sort of noise and it was all I could do to do this... As I cocked my pistol I prayed to God for forgiveness and to make the shot quick and as painless as possible for this suffering soul, and fired one shot.
Almost instantly the cat stopped it's labored breathing, and I said yet another prayer asking for the Lord's forgiveness.
For those that know me, I am a very fond cat lover, and have had some amazing cats as pets over my 33 years of life. One living to be a month shy of 21 years old...this tore me up to have to do this, but I don't feel I had any other choice. The nearest emergency animal clinic was on the other side of town, and I don't feel the cat would have lasted that long; nor do I have the money to rescue the poor cat.
After disposal of the cat, me and Joan sat there and talked for quite a while, and I feel she's with me that there really wasn't much more choice. Am I wrong for what I did? I don't know. Will the Lord forgive me for what I did? I hope so. I feel I've shown mercy for an animal, one of God's creations that didn't have much choice in it's life. It was a feral cat, so it was brought in to this world with no choice, it wasn't cared for and it roamed of it's own accord. Whatever happened that caused the dog to attack it, I know not. But I feel within my heart the cat has gone to a much better place.
Judge me as you will, but I felt I had to write this out to ease my own pain. As an animal lover, and especially partial to cats, it pains me even more that I had to be the one to find it, but at least my children were spared the gruesome reality of what would have been found in the morning, and I know it would have torn my son to pieces.
Lord, thank you for giving us the heart to deal with every day situations of crisis, the courage to stand by our actions, and the mind for thinking of what should be done. Forgive us our sins that we should commit out of kindness and mercy and what we feel is right, and accept our mistakes as we are not perfect. Keep us safe from harm that one may not have to take mercy upon us in the same way, so that they may not have a trouble soul of grief and guilt.
Amen.
So I stepped back in and grabbed a light and my pellet gun to chase the dog off. It ran off before I shot. I fired toward the woods behind my house anyway to give the dog a scare. Piper ran, and Blackie lay down. I feared something was wrong with her, so I went to her calling her name and talking to her the whole way. As I got nearer, I noticed something laying in the grass a few feet away.
As I got closer, Blackie seemed very nervous and kept looking at me, then looking away. I've seen it before in scared animals that are trying to be protective. The something laying in the grass was a cat. Breathing heavily, and as I slowly got closer, I noticed it's tongue hanging out, teeth missing and it's mouth bleeding, a few teeth bent at odd angles, and it's eyes dilated. I went to get Joan because I thought it was one of our cats and wanted to see what she felt we should do, even though deep in my heart I knew there was no chance this poor cat would live and should be put out of it's misery. His body was pretty ragged and mangled in places, a couple of nasty gashes in it's back area towards it's lower spine and haunches.
Joan knew the cat would not live either, and so I told her I'd go get my gun and warn Jennifer to keep the kids busy. I also called the Sheriff Department to let them know what I was going to do in case someone called in shots fired in our neighborhood. The officer told me they could not advise me to do that, and I told him I wasn't asking him for advice, I was letting him know in case there was a call.
I walked back over to the cat, who was breathing worse now, and looking like it had broken ribs on top of all the other agony. I asked Joan to move Blackie away, in which Blackie was now trying to get close to me and walking around the cat. Joan led Blackie away and her look told me that she knew what was happening. The cat looked up at me for a brief moment and tried to make some sort of noise and it was all I could do to do this... As I cocked my pistol I prayed to God for forgiveness and to make the shot quick and as painless as possible for this suffering soul, and fired one shot.
Almost instantly the cat stopped it's labored breathing, and I said yet another prayer asking for the Lord's forgiveness.
For those that know me, I am a very fond cat lover, and have had some amazing cats as pets over my 33 years of life. One living to be a month shy of 21 years old...this tore me up to have to do this, but I don't feel I had any other choice. The nearest emergency animal clinic was on the other side of town, and I don't feel the cat would have lasted that long; nor do I have the money to rescue the poor cat.
After disposal of the cat, me and Joan sat there and talked for quite a while, and I feel she's with me that there really wasn't much more choice. Am I wrong for what I did? I don't know. Will the Lord forgive me for what I did? I hope so. I feel I've shown mercy for an animal, one of God's creations that didn't have much choice in it's life. It was a feral cat, so it was brought in to this world with no choice, it wasn't cared for and it roamed of it's own accord. Whatever happened that caused the dog to attack it, I know not. But I feel within my heart the cat has gone to a much better place.
Judge me as you will, but I felt I had to write this out to ease my own pain. As an animal lover, and especially partial to cats, it pains me even more that I had to be the one to find it, but at least my children were spared the gruesome reality of what would have been found in the morning, and I know it would have torn my son to pieces.
Lord, thank you for giving us the heart to deal with every day situations of crisis, the courage to stand by our actions, and the mind for thinking of what should be done. Forgive us our sins that we should commit out of kindness and mercy and what we feel is right, and accept our mistakes as we are not perfect. Keep us safe from harm that one may not have to take mercy upon us in the same way, so that they may not have a trouble soul of grief and guilt.
Amen.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sea Foam Green Lava is Never Good...
Interesting title. I could start this story out with so many ways...for instance I could take the old SCA approach of "No sh*t, there I was!". Or I could start out with Once upon a time, but that would put the reader in to a fantasy thought, and this is definitely no fantasy. I could even go with "well, we'd been drinking"...because it's almost fitting, except for I wasn't drinking when it happened...thank goodness for that one. So, how bout a small amount of back story leading up to this interesting event of terror...
Well, Monday started out as a really good day. Took wifey's car to get the oil changed, and then got to hang out with my buddy Frank some on our quest for gainful employment and picking up a few caches along the way. So, took the car to the wifey at her work place and changed out for the Hammer mobile and as I was getting ready to leave, Joan and the kids came by. Long story short, got to hang out with them for a bit, and had the boy talk to Marisol, a nice young lady that works with wifey, so he could work on one of his scout awards for meeting someone from another country. Anyway, came home and got ready for scouts. Most of the day, wifey was having problems with being able to breathe; this time of year with it's so pretty out, and the evil pollen spans are flying rampant, it messes her up pretty roughly.
So last night we came home from scouts and wifey was in even a worse mood, still breathing troubles, headache, and general grouchiness, causing her to snap at me and maybe she didn't realize it, but it hurt my feelings a bit and even made me want to retire early. I didn't sleep too well, way too much on my mind. Not sure when she came to bed, but she didn't sleep very much at all due to headache and sinuses, etc.
So, this morning, I arose ( I won't say I awoke because for one to awake, I think they must be able to truly say they were asleep first, and I don't think either of us did that...), with some thought to try and help wifey out in some way knowing she has to work today and still having her lack of breathing problems.
So I thought maybe if I get a nice pot of hot boiling water for her to inhale the steam from. And then I remembered I had one of the Shower Soother tabs left...(for those who know not what a "shower soother" is, check out the link... http://www.strangenewproducts.com/2005/10/sudacare-shower-soothers-vaporizing.html )
With a new plan forming, I put on the pot of water and brought it to a boil. I found the Shower Soother tab of impending Doom (I say impending because I had no idea what I was about to unleash...)
The water is getting to a good boil, the steam is rising perfectly, just as I wanted it to. So I pull the package open, and drop the soother tablet in to it. Instantly as the tablet hits the water it starts bubbling madly! The foaming water rises to the top of the pot and starts bubbling over...my reflexes spring in to action! I jump over and lift the pot off the heating eye on the stove, so now I'm holding a boiling pot of Sea Foam green lava...trying to figure out what I'm going to do, and I have no idea...
I turn the stove eye off and hold the pot of death over the sink and hope that the foam will die down eventually...who knew that the shower soothers were like Alka Seltzers?? Not I said the perplexed man...so anyway, it finally dies down and I turn to take the pot in to the bedroom for wifey to inhale the fumes. The few steps it takes me my eyes start watering, my sinuses clear, and I almost start coughing. That's good stuff man!!
So finally after getting it in to the bedroom and setting it on the floor on a burn proof board for wifey to inhale the fumes I let he know about it and go back in to clean up the mess...
Afterwards I go back in and check on her, she says it helps some. 20 minutes later, she sounds like she's actually sleeping peacefully...So, with a few moments of terror from being engulfed with Seam Foam lava with a very strong hint of menthol and eucalyptus it turns out it was worth it...
Score one for experimenting! Guess next time I'll have to get my PPE and safety suit out...hmm, what to blow up next...
Well, Monday started out as a really good day. Took wifey's car to get the oil changed, and then got to hang out with my buddy Frank some on our quest for gainful employment and picking up a few caches along the way. So, took the car to the wifey at her work place and changed out for the Hammer mobile and as I was getting ready to leave, Joan and the kids came by. Long story short, got to hang out with them for a bit, and had the boy talk to Marisol, a nice young lady that works with wifey, so he could work on one of his scout awards for meeting someone from another country. Anyway, came home and got ready for scouts. Most of the day, wifey was having problems with being able to breathe; this time of year with it's so pretty out, and the evil pollen spans are flying rampant, it messes her up pretty roughly.
So last night we came home from scouts and wifey was in even a worse mood, still breathing troubles, headache, and general grouchiness, causing her to snap at me and maybe she didn't realize it, but it hurt my feelings a bit and even made me want to retire early. I didn't sleep too well, way too much on my mind. Not sure when she came to bed, but she didn't sleep very much at all due to headache and sinuses, etc.
So, this morning, I arose ( I won't say I awoke because for one to awake, I think they must be able to truly say they were asleep first, and I don't think either of us did that...), with some thought to try and help wifey out in some way knowing she has to work today and still having her lack of breathing problems.
So I thought maybe if I get a nice pot of hot boiling water for her to inhale the steam from. And then I remembered I had one of the Shower Soother tabs left...(for those who know not what a "shower soother" is, check out the link... http://www.strangenewproducts.com/2005/10/sudacare-shower-soothers-vaporizing.html )
With a new plan forming, I put on the pot of water and brought it to a boil. I found the Shower Soother tab of impending Doom (I say impending because I had no idea what I was about to unleash...)
The water is getting to a good boil, the steam is rising perfectly, just as I wanted it to. So I pull the package open, and drop the soother tablet in to it. Instantly as the tablet hits the water it starts bubbling madly! The foaming water rises to the top of the pot and starts bubbling over...my reflexes spring in to action! I jump over and lift the pot off the heating eye on the stove, so now I'm holding a boiling pot of Sea Foam green lava...trying to figure out what I'm going to do, and I have no idea...
I turn the stove eye off and hold the pot of death over the sink and hope that the foam will die down eventually...who knew that the shower soothers were like Alka Seltzers?? Not I said the perplexed man...so anyway, it finally dies down and I turn to take the pot in to the bedroom for wifey to inhale the fumes. The few steps it takes me my eyes start watering, my sinuses clear, and I almost start coughing. That's good stuff man!!
So finally after getting it in to the bedroom and setting it on the floor on a burn proof board for wifey to inhale the fumes I let he know about it and go back in to clean up the mess...
Afterwards I go back in and check on her, she says it helps some. 20 minutes later, she sounds like she's actually sleeping peacefully...So, with a few moments of terror from being engulfed with Seam Foam lava with a very strong hint of menthol and eucalyptus it turns out it was worth it...
Score one for experimenting! Guess next time I'll have to get my PPE and safety suit out...hmm, what to blow up next...
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