Driving into town last night we came upon a old pickup blocking half the road at the bottom of a hill. He was at an angle so it looked like he lost control. Thinking if he wasn't hurt already, he was going to be real quick if someone came over the hill. The road was completely iced over.
I stopped and asked what the problem was. It was a younger kid and he said he ran out of gas. He didn't really have a game plan and was kinda just sitting there. Some one came and picked up his passenger and he was waiting by the truck for them to get back. I told his I was going home to get a tow rope and get him off the road. He thought that was a good idea.
On the way back to the house, by beloved wondered if we still had some gas in the 5 gallon can we had in the garage. (She's so smart).
Upon arriving back, he was surprised and thankful at the sight of the gas can. After putting about three gallons in, he went to start it up and found he also now had a dead battery. This guy is batting a thousand. I pull around and give him a jump. What comes next still gets me.
I tell him that he better get going to town because three gallons isn't going to last that long. He tells me he is going to wait on his friends. I told him he couldn't shut his truck off to save the gas because of the battery and he wasn't going to last long on three gallons. If his friends came back and saw his truck gone then they knew he'd been taken care of. He said he knew and said he was still going to wait on his friends coming back. He said they wouldn't be too far.
I couldn't do anymore for this guy so we left. After taking care of what we needed to in town we were driving back on the same road. I told Janelle that I was kinda frustrated and if he was dead again in the road I don't know if I would stop. We agreed our patience only goes so far with stupidity and there it nails me, I highly doubt that's what God's mind set is.
I am totally that guy at the side of the road thinking I have it under control, at the bottom of an iced over hill. The Holy Spirit comes along and tells me is a still sweet small voice to get my keister off the road, and I reply back, it's alright. I got it. No problems here. He even gets me started in the right direction and I reply, thanks but I'll just wait here.
Lesson learned,
Thank You Father.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Never say NO!
Our precious little girl is now two.
Some of you just went "awwwwwwwww"
While to others, this news sent a sudden chill down your spine.
Two, it's just a number right?
and not a very big one at that.
It's just two.
Right?
NO! If I make it to three it will only be by the grace of God.
Now please don't get me wrong, I love that little girl more then I have loved anything else in the world (wife excluded). She is precious, she is darling, she is amazing, and she is driving me insane.
I heard a song on the internet radio I listen to at work and I just had to share.
So for those who have or had kids, this one is for you.
For those who have not, just hold your breath and jump in, the water is fine.
NEVER SAY NO
Dogs got to bark, and mules got to bray.
Soldiers must fight and preachers must pray.
And children, I guess, must get their own way
The minute that you say no.
Why did the kids pour jam on the cat?
Raspberry jam all over the cat?
Why should the kids do something like that,
When all that we said was no?
My son was once afraid to swim.
The water made him wince.
Until I said he mustn't swim:
S'been swimmin' ever since!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Why did the kids put beans in their ears?
No one can hear with beans in their ears.
After a while the reason appears.
They did it cause we said no.
Your daughter brings a young man in,
Says "Do you like him, Pa?"
Just say that he's a fool and then:
You've got a son-in-law!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Sure as the June comes right after May!
Sure as the night comes right after day!
You can be sure the devil's to pay
The minute that you say no.
Make sure you never say...
No!
Some of you just went "awwwwwwwww"
While to others, this news sent a sudden chill down your spine.
Two, it's just a number right?
and not a very big one at that.
It's just two.
Right?
NO! If I make it to three it will only be by the grace of God.
Now please don't get me wrong, I love that little girl more then I have loved anything else in the world (wife excluded). She is precious, she is darling, she is amazing, and she is driving me insane.
I heard a song on the internet radio I listen to at work and I just had to share.
So for those who have or had kids, this one is for you.
For those who have not, just hold your breath and jump in, the water is fine.
NEVER SAY NO
Dogs got to bark, and mules got to bray.
Soldiers must fight and preachers must pray.
And children, I guess, must get their own way
The minute that you say no.
Why did the kids pour jam on the cat?
Raspberry jam all over the cat?
Why should the kids do something like that,
When all that we said was no?
My son was once afraid to swim.
The water made him wince.
Until I said he mustn't swim:
S'been swimmin' ever since!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Why did the kids put beans in their ears?
No one can hear with beans in their ears.
After a while the reason appears.
They did it cause we said no.
Your daughter brings a young man in,
Says "Do you like him, Pa?"
Just say that he's a fool and then:
You've got a son-in-law!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Sure as the June comes right after May!
Sure as the night comes right after day!
You can be sure the devil's to pay
The minute that you say no.
Make sure you never say...
No!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
scribble
Scribble is one of those words that if you say it enough or look at it for too long it looks kinda funny. Almost like a made up word. I like words like that. It makes me ant to say them more often.
Speaking of speaking, Abby's vocabulary is still exploding and I'm excited to get home in the evening just to hear what she talked about today. She has had some overtime at Kansas G-pa and G-ma's house these last three weeks due to stuff going on. So her first couple days when we were all back home were probably not like what she had been used to. Sunday while we were walking into church from the parking lot, she saw Kansas G-pa pulling in. She stops dead and screams PAPA! and makes a bee line for him. Just about as if she was screaming SAVE ME, SAVE ME!
I think the last time I had a post was in July. There is a ton of stuff that has happened since then and I am doing a horrible job of keeping y'all updated.
So in a nut shell, here is the fervent excitement of a Bourbon County resident and his beloved and their daughter.
So here it is in all it's glory...
yep.. here it is,
right here,
I got nuthin.
So here is the all nothings in total wonderful randomness.
well, the hay field was mowed behind our house.
and I want to get into muzzleloading hunting,
and I almost tried to quit drinking Dr. Pepper.
Neighbor had a shed fire... I didn't do it.
Abigail tried to help me change the oil in the jeep,
I went sailing for the first time in a big sailboat, they gave me the rudder and I almost rolled it. It was awesome.
Our four year anniversary is coming up. Hurray!
I got a new cell phone with fun ring tones.
My fish died.
I was going to make a hunting Video this year but I forgot I don't have a camcorder.
Puppies are still puppies, just alot bigger!
The front tires on the car are getting bald.
There are no metal detectors to be bought in the town of Pittsburg, KS. I checked Walmat. Home Depot, a local hardware store, a local sporting goods store, and Radio Shack. NOTHING!
The nights are getting colder, perfect weather for campfires!
I lost an arrow in the backyard and it's driving me crazy! I HAD to get some that were camouflaged, I just HAD to. The dumb yard is even mowed.
There was probably more but I am way past my attention span, and now that you are all caught up, I must be going now.
Speaking of speaking, Abby's vocabulary is still exploding and I'm excited to get home in the evening just to hear what she talked about today. She has had some overtime at Kansas G-pa and G-ma's house these last three weeks due to stuff going on. So her first couple days when we were all back home were probably not like what she had been used to. Sunday while we were walking into church from the parking lot, she saw Kansas G-pa pulling in. She stops dead and screams PAPA! and makes a bee line for him. Just about as if she was screaming SAVE ME, SAVE ME!
I think the last time I had a post was in July. There is a ton of stuff that has happened since then and I am doing a horrible job of keeping y'all updated.
So in a nut shell, here is the fervent excitement of a Bourbon County resident and his beloved and their daughter.
So here it is in all it's glory...
yep.. here it is,
right here,
I got nuthin.
So here is the all nothings in total wonderful randomness.
well, the hay field was mowed behind our house.
and I want to get into muzzleloading hunting,
and I almost tried to quit drinking Dr. Pepper.
Neighbor had a shed fire... I didn't do it.
Abigail tried to help me change the oil in the jeep,
I went sailing for the first time in a big sailboat, they gave me the rudder and I almost rolled it. It was awesome.
Our four year anniversary is coming up. Hurray!
I got a new cell phone with fun ring tones.
My fish died.
I was going to make a hunting Video this year but I forgot I don't have a camcorder.
Puppies are still puppies, just alot bigger!
The front tires on the car are getting bald.
There are no metal detectors to be bought in the town of Pittsburg, KS. I checked Walmat. Home Depot, a local hardware store, a local sporting goods store, and Radio Shack. NOTHING!
The nights are getting colder, perfect weather for campfires!
I lost an arrow in the backyard and it's driving me crazy! I HAD to get some that were camouflaged, I just HAD to. The dumb yard is even mowed.
There was probably more but I am way past my attention span, and now that you are all caught up, I must be going now.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Pyro technique
Brothers, Sisters, friends, neighbors, passerbys, and assorted sea-monkeys, yet another fourth of July has come and gone. I have, yet again, have been unsuccessful at igniting the entire state of Kansas on fire. I did have more resources this year as I have found a couple of new things called 500 gram cakes and something called cannon fuse that you use to light off multiple things at once.
A good time was had by all, except for the dogs who didn't appreciate it as much as they could of.
So anywho Kansas is still here - mostly because it got kinda dewy in the evening.
There's always next year.
So besides that, lets see...
Abby is going to be two in a couple days.
That's pretty neat.
The vocab consists so far of:
NO
no
nnnnnnnnnnnno
noooooooooooo
NOOOOOOOOOOOO
nononononononononono
stop
mine
mom
dad
oh no
uh-oh
huh?
oh man
oh dear (that's one of my favorites)
ouchy
outside
shoes
bye
papa (grandpa)
night-night
please
thank you
and assorted others.
we are currently working on:
encyclopedia
hyperactive-attention-deficit
wouldyoujustsitstillandeatyoursupper???
That last one has been a tough one.
Let's see... what else?
I did see a turtle crossing the road yesterday while driving home from work but I was still in crawford county, south of here a bit. I guess it's not such a big deal there because there was no one was watching it.
Although last summer I stopped at a gas station in the country there and there was a group of people gathered around a good sized snapping turtle. Some guy caught it, stuck it in the bed of his pickup, and promptly called his wife to tell her not to worry about supper.
A good time was had by all, except for the dogs who didn't appreciate it as much as they could of.
So anywho Kansas is still here - mostly because it got kinda dewy in the evening.
There's always next year.
So besides that, lets see...
Abby is going to be two in a couple days.
That's pretty neat.
The vocab consists so far of:
NO
no
nnnnnnnnnnnno
noooooooooooo
NOOOOOOOOOOOO
nononononononononono
stop
mine
mom
dad
oh no
uh-oh
huh?
oh man
oh dear (that's one of my favorites)
ouchy
outside
shoes
bye
papa (grandpa)
night-night
please
thank you
and assorted others.
we are currently working on:
encyclopedia
hyperactive-attention-deficit
wouldyoujustsitstillandeatyoursupper???
That last one has been a tough one.
Let's see... what else?
I did see a turtle crossing the road yesterday while driving home from work but I was still in crawford county, south of here a bit. I guess it's not such a big deal there because there was no one was watching it.
Although last summer I stopped at a gas station in the country there and there was a group of people gathered around a good sized snapping turtle. Some guy caught it, stuck it in the bed of his pickup, and promptly called his wife to tell her not to worry about supper.
Friday, June 12, 2009
no news is good news
I'm writing out of personal obligation right now. I really need to update family and friends more of the happenings around here.
It's just that nothing happens here.
So to fake something new, here is a news headline:
The Bourbon County Times reports:
Turtle crosses road, chicken farmers everywhere revolt at attention it brings-
This week residents of Bourbon County were given a special treat. A turtle crossed the road making him an instant celebrity.
"Twas sumpthin else" a bystander said. "I wuz glad I wuz thair ta seeit".
Onlookers christened the crazy crawler as "speedy". The one way trip was made in just under 13 hours.
"wuz the most excitement I'd had in a long time. Ol' speedy had me riveted fer the whole time"
Not everyone was ecstatic though; local chicken farmers had their feathers ruffled. "Our stock had been doin that fer ever and we don't get no parade!" New jokes are forming also on the poultry side of lane. An angry hired hand had this to say: "Why did the chicken cross the road? TO KICK THAT TURTLE IN THE KEISTER!"
Fans of the turtle are a little miffed at the jealously and aren't afraid to dredge up some old dirt on the farmers. "[The farmers] haven't been free from scandal since the infamous "which came first" egg incident last year and cant be taken seriously.
In the meantime, the excitement continues on Indian Road as it seems that the turtle forgot something and had turned around to re-cross the road.
"It's all a little too much excitement for me." A resident teen mentioned. "I feel like totally a little overloaded. Like when he stopped for a little and then started again... Like.. wow. I almost like totally fainted and stuff" The resident then said she would go for a nap and be back later to watch the spectacle.
A local Sherif stated "People haven't been this excited since the possom incident of 53" referring to a happenstance involving an opossum, an accordion, a welding torch, and 52' chevy. "It took a month to sort that one out. Our main focus here, though, is crowd control."
Being the turtle had changed directions and headed back around 8 this evening, road crews have been putting up spotlights as so the crowd could watch the spectacle.
Astonished onlookers continue to be dazzled by speedy, as the excitement continues to climax as he reaches the halfway point.
"He hasn't moved in an hour" a self appointed official spokesman for the turtle has said. "I think he fell asleep."
So the anticipation is high and is holding while we all watch at wait for speedy to wake up and continue.
It's just that nothing happens here.
So to fake something new, here is a news headline:
The Bourbon County Times reports:
Turtle crosses road, chicken farmers everywhere revolt at attention it brings-
This week residents of Bourbon County were given a special treat. A turtle crossed the road making him an instant celebrity.
"Twas sumpthin else" a bystander said. "I wuz glad I wuz thair ta seeit".
Onlookers christened the crazy crawler as "speedy". The one way trip was made in just under 13 hours.
"wuz the most excitement I'd had in a long time. Ol' speedy had me riveted fer the whole time"
Not everyone was ecstatic though; local chicken farmers had their feathers ruffled. "Our stock had been doin that fer ever and we don't get no parade!" New jokes are forming also on the poultry side of lane. An angry hired hand had this to say: "Why did the chicken cross the road? TO KICK THAT TURTLE IN THE KEISTER!"
Fans of the turtle are a little miffed at the jealously and aren't afraid to dredge up some old dirt on the farmers. "[The farmers] haven't been free from scandal since the infamous "which came first" egg incident last year and cant be taken seriously.
In the meantime, the excitement continues on Indian Road as it seems that the turtle forgot something and had turned around to re-cross the road.
"It's all a little too much excitement for me." A resident teen mentioned. "I feel like totally a little overloaded. Like when he stopped for a little and then started again... Like.. wow. I almost like totally fainted and stuff" The resident then said she would go for a nap and be back later to watch the spectacle.
A local Sherif stated "People haven't been this excited since the possom incident of 53" referring to a happenstance involving an opossum, an accordion, a welding torch, and 52' chevy. "It took a month to sort that one out. Our main focus here, though, is crowd control."
Being the turtle had changed directions and headed back around 8 this evening, road crews have been putting up spotlights as so the crowd could watch the spectacle.
Astonished onlookers continue to be dazzled by speedy, as the excitement continues to climax as he reaches the halfway point.
"He hasn't moved in an hour" a self appointed official spokesman for the turtle has said. "I think he fell asleep."
So the anticipation is high and is holding while we all watch at wait for speedy to wake up and continue.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Confessions of a brat
Ok so I really like the church choir.
Seriously I do.
I don't even mind the practices, at least when they first started.
You all know that guy who just sits in the back and is there because if he wasn’t, he’d get punished or something? That kinda sorta was me at choir practice. I just didn’t care to be there.
I could list a bunch of reasons that I didn’t care, but I don't really have the motivation to do that either. I actually did try for a while… sorta. But after the first hour and a half past time to leave, all motivation was lost and I gave in to the dark side of the choir. Everyone knows that side. We all try our hardest to ignore it.
Yes, I was that guy.
The one that got the dirty glances from the conductor.
The one that tried to hum the soprano note when the conductor guy blew the pitch, that then got the dirty look.
The one that started on the wrong note because he tried humming it in falsetto when the conductor blew the pitch and then got the dirty look because it got the tenor next him giggling.
I was that guy.
Not the tenor, the other one.
It kinda went down hill from there... For the next 45 minutes. I didn't realize it could even go down hill for that long. Many more times then once I was asked where we were by the guy next to me. Whoever wrote the sheet music went a little overboard with the CODA's. It didn't help with the not caring.
But now choir is over and I almost miss it.
At least I miss the goofing off part.
Hobby UPDATE.
As some or many or none of you know, I have a small attention span problem. I have no one to blame but myself... and my mother.
As a result, my hobbies have been kinda fickle. Not that I'm not dedicated to them whole heartedly. Just for smaller increments of time. The wood carving one lasted the longest so far.
At least until now.
Anyone BESIDES FAMILY want to take a stab at what it is?
Hint: I actually didn't think of it till now but my awesome talking like a pirate skills will come in handy.
Seriously I do.
I don't even mind the practices, at least when they first started.
You all know that guy who just sits in the back and is there because if he wasn’t, he’d get punished or something? That kinda sorta was me at choir practice. I just didn’t care to be there.
I could list a bunch of reasons that I didn’t care, but I don't really have the motivation to do that either. I actually did try for a while… sorta. But after the first hour and a half past time to leave, all motivation was lost and I gave in to the dark side of the choir. Everyone knows that side. We all try our hardest to ignore it.
Yes, I was that guy.
The one that got the dirty glances from the conductor.
The one that tried to hum the soprano note when the conductor guy blew the pitch, that then got the dirty look.
The one that started on the wrong note because he tried humming it in falsetto when the conductor blew the pitch and then got the dirty look because it got the tenor next him giggling.
I was that guy.
Not the tenor, the other one.
It kinda went down hill from there... For the next 45 minutes. I didn't realize it could even go down hill for that long. Many more times then once I was asked where we were by the guy next to me. Whoever wrote the sheet music went a little overboard with the CODA's. It didn't help with the not caring.
But now choir is over and I almost miss it.
At least I miss the goofing off part.
Hobby UPDATE.
As some or many or none of you know, I have a small attention span problem. I have no one to blame but myself... and my mother.
As a result, my hobbies have been kinda fickle. Not that I'm not dedicated to them whole heartedly. Just for smaller increments of time. The wood carving one lasted the longest so far.
At least until now.
Anyone BESIDES FAMILY want to take a stab at what it is?
Hint: I actually didn't think of it till now but my awesome talking like a pirate skills will come in handy.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
POV
Coupe came to visit
His blog is on the right side
we tried to kill stuff
there were no turkeys
we went to KC instead
that was ok too
KC on monday
Hunted turkeys on tuesday
went home on wednesday
we sat forever
no turkeys for a long time
it still was all good
I told him I lied
there aren't turkeys in kansas
I'm glad he then laughed
it was successful
because we enjoyed ourselves
because we were there
turkeys will soon die
after coupe comes back next year
at least I hope so
Coyotes came close
we sat and listened to them
we'll soon hunt them too
being out side.. wow
humbled by the beauty here
that was what he said
he was right i guess
I saw it with new eyes then
it is beautiful
the timber the brush
too bad it had rained alot
we had one good day
but it was enough
enough to see the beauty
enough to enjoy
the hunt
His blog is on the right side
we tried to kill stuff
there were no turkeys
we went to KC instead
that was ok too
KC on monday
Hunted turkeys on tuesday
went home on wednesday
we sat forever
no turkeys for a long time
it still was all good
I told him I lied
there aren't turkeys in kansas
I'm glad he then laughed
it was successful
because we enjoyed ourselves
because we were there
turkeys will soon die
after coupe comes back next year
at least I hope so
Coyotes came close
we sat and listened to them
we'll soon hunt them too
being out side.. wow
humbled by the beauty here
that was what he said
he was right i guess
I saw it with new eyes then
it is beautiful
the timber the brush
too bad it had rained alot
we had one good day
but it was enough
enough to see the beauty
enough to enjoy
the hunt
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
just thinkin
I love Montana.
Well I love Kansas too... and Illinois, sort of.
But Montana, wow.
I guess it's not like I have been to the entire state. Just the extreme Northwest Montana. So I can't really say with authority that I love Montana as a whole. There might be parts that I would look around and say "wow, this place stinks."
So a more accurate statement is that I love Northwest Montana.
I've only been there once and then it was for 10 days give or take a day or so.
But I got to thinking, I wonder if I'll ever make it back.
I love to travel, so does Janelle and Abby kinda goes where we go, like she has a choice...
It would be cool to make it back. But what if it never happens. Is that a big deal?
I met a guy in Princeville, Illinois. He was an older man that told me that he'd been everywhere in the USA except for two states. He told me which two and I don't remember what they were, but I do remember asking when he was packing his bags. He said he wasn't. He told me that his daughter had an extreme mental illness that required him and his wife to be close by at all times. He said it was alright though, he was thankful for all he had seen in his life. But he was done traveling.
He had a goal and was just two states away from hitting them all. Realizing what was important, dropped it all to take care of his daughter.
Wow.
Well I love Kansas too... and Illinois, sort of.
But Montana, wow.
I guess it's not like I have been to the entire state. Just the extreme Northwest Montana. So I can't really say with authority that I love Montana as a whole. There might be parts that I would look around and say "wow, this place stinks."
So a more accurate statement is that I love Northwest Montana.
I've only been there once and then it was for 10 days give or take a day or so.
But I got to thinking, I wonder if I'll ever make it back.
I love to travel, so does Janelle and Abby kinda goes where we go, like she has a choice...
It would be cool to make it back. But what if it never happens. Is that a big deal?
I met a guy in Princeville, Illinois. He was an older man that told me that he'd been everywhere in the USA except for two states. He told me which two and I don't remember what they were, but I do remember asking when he was packing his bags. He said he wasn't. He told me that his daughter had an extreme mental illness that required him and his wife to be close by at all times. He said it was alright though, he was thankful for all he had seen in his life. But he was done traveling.
He had a goal and was just two states away from hitting them all. Realizing what was important, dropped it all to take care of his daughter.
Wow.
Monday, April 06, 2009
Cornfused
I hate when I'm hungry and have no idea where I want to eat. I could do chinese food but I hate eating alone and the take out gets gross by the time I get back to work. I could McDonald's it but I'm just about mcdoubled out. I'm there enough that I am on a first name basis with the drive through lady. The gas station stuff rocks but I could eat at Cheddars or Chili's for the same price.
So I'm driving and I see the Subway sign way down the road and my mind wanders to a nice and warm footlong meatball sub. It's cold outside and I need warmed up.
Bingo.
Not only bingo but I'm really excited about a warm footlong meatball sub, so of course I begin chanting.
meatball sammach, meatball sammach, meatball sammach
The sign's getting closer, I start chanting louder
Meatball Sammach! Meatball Sammach! Meatball Sammach!
I signal and start to slow down for my turn..
MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH!
Gotta wait for the truck in the drive through to finish exiting and turn left before I pull into the parking lot.
MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH!
The drive-through looks full and I don't want to wait so I park the car and go inside to get take out. As I park the car I realise that I should probably stop chanting. So I hum quitely.
hmm hmmm hmmhmm, hmm hmmm hmmhmm,hmm hmmm hmmhmm,
As I enter I look around to see....
I just walked into a Taco Bell.
I look out the window and see the Subway next door.
The lady behind the counter is looking at me because I apparently look baffled.
I look at her... look at the menu...
"I'll take a number 6 with a Dr. Pepper"
*sigh*
maybe I'll get my sammach tomorrow.
So I'm driving and I see the Subway sign way down the road and my mind wanders to a nice and warm footlong meatball sub. It's cold outside and I need warmed up.
Bingo.
Not only bingo but I'm really excited about a warm footlong meatball sub, so of course I begin chanting.
meatball sammach, meatball sammach, meatball sammach
The sign's getting closer, I start chanting louder
Meatball Sammach! Meatball Sammach! Meatball Sammach!
I signal and start to slow down for my turn..
MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH!
Gotta wait for the truck in the drive through to finish exiting and turn left before I pull into the parking lot.
MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH!
The drive-through looks full and I don't want to wait so I park the car and go inside to get take out. As I park the car I realise that I should probably stop chanting. So I hum quitely.
hmm hmmm hmmhmm, hmm hmmm hmmhmm,hmm hmmm hmmhmm,
As I enter I look around to see....
I just walked into a Taco Bell.
I look out the window and see the Subway next door.
The lady behind the counter is looking at me because I apparently look baffled.
I look at her... look at the menu...
"I'll take a number 6 with a Dr. Pepper"
*sigh*
maybe I'll get my sammach tomorrow.
Friday, April 03, 2009
String of thoughts about baloney
Most of the time when I write here, I don't know what I want to write about but I do know I want to write. Mostly just to reassure friends and family that I am yet still alive and somewhat well. It's hard to come up with a title before I write, because then I feel like I have to say within the confines of what the title dictates. Like if I titled this one "ALL ABOUT BEES"; then someone might think "Oh cool I love bees and would love to know more about them!" and then when I don't write anything about Bees, that person would leave these writings feeling cheated....but now I feel obligated.
Honey bees' wings beat 11,400 times per minute.
Bees possess five eyes.
Honeybees can perceive movements that are separated by 1/300th of a second. Humans can only sense movements separated by 1/50th of a second. Were a bee to enter a cinema, it would be able to differentiate each individual movie frame being projected.
Bees cannot recognize the color red.
A single hive contains approximately 40-45,000 bees.
There, I feel better.
I remember when I was little (yesterday) and loved to explore new places. When I first moved here to kansas, I bought a jeep.
(side note: I just realized what I just wrote there seems like two very different ideas with no connection whatsoever and I was tempted to just continue the pattern of totally random sentences but I decided not to. Yes, you're welcome)
anyhoo I just bought a jeep right when I moved here. Every day after work in the summer, the top would be off and I would find a new country dirt road just find out where it went. Sometimes it would pass over a dry (or somewhat dry) creek bed and then I would hop off the road and follow that for a while. I usually didn't bring a map or compass because the whole point was to get lost and to see new places. To find new creeks or lakes. But then it occurs to me: what happens when all the new places become old places and there are no new places to find? At least with in an evenings driving distance. But then again what's so wrong with that? What's wrong with being content with all that I have found? All the neat little creeks to play in or the beautiful country dirt roads that I am getting so used to? Contentment can be a hard thing for me sometimes.
Life expectancy of a worker Bee is approximately 28 to 35 days.
The honeycomb is composed of hexagonal cells with walls that are only 2/1000 inch thick, but support 25 times their own weight.
To make one pound of honey, workers in a hive fly 55,000 miles and tap two million flowers.
Theoretically, the energy in one ounce of honey would provide one bee with enough energy to fly around the world.
I think I found a title for this post, but I don't want to use it.
I might just leave it blank.
Livi and Mom came to visit. It was tons of fun.
I really have nothing more to say but at the same time have no desire to stop either. That would mean getting back to work....
Speaking of, I know a man with a wooden leg named smith...
A penny saved is a penny.
What goes up must come down unless it's a clay pigeon, then it gets blasted into dust and floats away.
Abby is going to be two in july. Wow.
I like Vanilla better then Chocolate?
Are you still reading this?...How about now? WOW.
How now brown cow.
This summer is going to be so much fun! My beloved and I purchased a tiller attachment for a thingy we have. I love to run the tiller. I have no Idea why. At least until I hit a rock. Then I don't like tilling at all... until I get the rock unjammed. Then I love tilling again. Isn't it amazing how fickle we can be.
Abby hates baloney.
HATES Baloney
A
T
E
S
That is til we let her eat it with a spoon.
Yeah, I know.
Weird.
But still, she hated it till she had a spoon to eat it with. And then she cut it up and shoveled it in. Sometimes I wonder how often I complain about something so stupid, and unless I have my theoretical spoon, I throw a fit. How much easier would life be if I just ate the baloney of life? No complaining just doing what needs be done. The suppers in life would go much easier.
:-)
I miss Ross and his fam. I wish He'd just eat his baloney and get his keister out here, along with his family, to visit for more then a Day.
I'd better eat my baloney and get back to work.
And now I have a suitable title for this post.
Have a great day!!
Honey bees' wings beat 11,400 times per minute.
Bees possess five eyes.
Honeybees can perceive movements that are separated by 1/300th of a second. Humans can only sense movements separated by 1/50th of a second. Were a bee to enter a cinema, it would be able to differentiate each individual movie frame being projected.
Bees cannot recognize the color red.
A single hive contains approximately 40-45,000 bees.
There, I feel better.
I remember when I was little (yesterday) and loved to explore new places. When I first moved here to kansas, I bought a jeep.
(side note: I just realized what I just wrote there seems like two very different ideas with no connection whatsoever and I was tempted to just continue the pattern of totally random sentences but I decided not to. Yes, you're welcome)
anyhoo I just bought a jeep right when I moved here. Every day after work in the summer, the top would be off and I would find a new country dirt road just find out where it went. Sometimes it would pass over a dry (or somewhat dry) creek bed and then I would hop off the road and follow that for a while. I usually didn't bring a map or compass because the whole point was to get lost and to see new places. To find new creeks or lakes. But then it occurs to me: what happens when all the new places become old places and there are no new places to find? At least with in an evenings driving distance. But then again what's so wrong with that? What's wrong with being content with all that I have found? All the neat little creeks to play in or the beautiful country dirt roads that I am getting so used to? Contentment can be a hard thing for me sometimes.
Life expectancy of a worker Bee is approximately 28 to 35 days.
The honeycomb is composed of hexagonal cells with walls that are only 2/1000 inch thick, but support 25 times their own weight.
To make one pound of honey, workers in a hive fly 55,000 miles and tap two million flowers.
Theoretically, the energy in one ounce of honey would provide one bee with enough energy to fly around the world.
I think I found a title for this post, but I don't want to use it.
I might just leave it blank.
Livi and Mom came to visit. It was tons of fun.
I really have nothing more to say but at the same time have no desire to stop either. That would mean getting back to work....
Speaking of, I know a man with a wooden leg named smith...
A penny saved is a penny.
What goes up must come down unless it's a clay pigeon, then it gets blasted into dust and floats away.
Abby is going to be two in july. Wow.
I like Vanilla better then Chocolate?
Are you still reading this?...How about now? WOW.
How now brown cow.
This summer is going to be so much fun! My beloved and I purchased a tiller attachment for a thingy we have. I love to run the tiller. I have no Idea why. At least until I hit a rock. Then I don't like tilling at all... until I get the rock unjammed. Then I love tilling again. Isn't it amazing how fickle we can be.
Abby hates baloney.
HATES Baloney
A
T
E
S
That is til we let her eat it with a spoon.
Yeah, I know.
Weird.
But still, she hated it till she had a spoon to eat it with. And then she cut it up and shoveled it in. Sometimes I wonder how often I complain about something so stupid, and unless I have my theoretical spoon, I throw a fit. How much easier would life be if I just ate the baloney of life? No complaining just doing what needs be done. The suppers in life would go much easier.
:-)
I miss Ross and his fam. I wish He'd just eat his baloney and get his keister out here, along with his family, to visit for more then a Day.
I'd better eat my baloney and get back to work.
And now I have a suitable title for this post.
Have a great day!!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Seeds
We are buried here at work so it surprised me that I actually got off on time yesterday.
A rarity if anything else lately.
As I creeked open the office door to leave, I was greeted by a cold and wet wind. I didn't mind because I was headed to a warm house and my wife and child.
life is good.
I took my usual route through town to avoid all the stop lights on main street. I forgot my harmonica so the radio was on, tuned to a Christian station that I could get a good signal most of the way home. It was kinda rainy, kinda cold, kinda breezy, perfect weather to be a duck or to be inside and inside is exactly where I planned to be in about 40 miles... being that I'm only part duck. I could of seen the sun setting then if it wasn't overcast... and miles to go before I slept.
The road home doesn't curve much, it's just goes over rolling hills. As a crested another I saw him walking on my side of the road. He apparently heard me coming because he turned and started walking backwards. As I got closer the inevitable thumb stuck out.
I breezed past trying hard to make it look like I didn't see him.
It weighed heavy on my heart.
It was cold,
It was wet,
It was breezy...
He didn't look like a duck either.
I chastised myself as I pulled over and put the car into reverse. I felt guilty how far I had to back up to get to him. As he saw me pull off the road, he started jogging to get to me. When got to the door, I was still throwing all the junk in the passenger seat to the back seat. When he sat, I could smell the smell of a guy who had been walking for quite a while.
At least I didn't smell any alcohol or smoke. I also noted that in his jog he was well balanced, and didn't look dizzy.
So far so good.
"I can take you as far as Fort Scott" I tried to sound welcoming.
"Any chance I could convince you to go as far as Kansas City?" he asked.
I just looked at him. Kansas City is about three hours away..."I can pay you, I have some cash on me..." he said.
"Sorry, I'm just headed home."
"That's OK"
Conversation ensued as I wonder why KC. I find out that he lived there. So how did he get so far south? A cousin dropped him off yesterday in some county because he had a court date he couldn't miss. He had to be back at work in KC tomorrow morning.
Says he is in the middle of turning his life around.
Done some really stupid things.
Drugs
Violence
Alcohol
Made bad decisions, his life was all messed up and he was paying for it now.
He said he was done with that life.
Then this small still voice, the same one that made me pull over, asked me if He was apart of this mans turn around. This man needed to know his soul needed turning around too, not just his life.
I really don't like it when it does that.
I'm no good at that stuff.
I don't know what to say or how to say it. What if it sounds condescending? I need words to speak... please? I'll open my mouth if you put words in it, ok?
here goes...
"That's an awesome thing, turning your life around. So where does God fit in to all of that?"
"Well.....I......I just.... need to work out everything first..... then him and I will have a talk....."
and then we talked. For 40 miles we talked.
I dropped him off in town and then headed home.
Enter the enemy.
What was that? You did horrible in trying to reach him you know that?
You drove him away.
His had his mind made up before you came into the picture
You accomplished nothing.
Just think of all the things you could of said if you weren't so shy about spreading the gospel.
As I pulled into the drive, my heart is heavy again. I said my apologies out loud to God as I turned the car off.
I stepped out of the car.
I breathed in the cold damp air from the still open garage door as I stretched my legs.
I turned to watch the drizzle come down and the beautiful still small voice spoke softly again
It said:
Thanks for planting the seed.
I'll take it from here.
A rarity if anything else lately.
As I creeked open the office door to leave, I was greeted by a cold and wet wind. I didn't mind because I was headed to a warm house and my wife and child.
life is good.
I took my usual route through town to avoid all the stop lights on main street. I forgot my harmonica so the radio was on, tuned to a Christian station that I could get a good signal most of the way home. It was kinda rainy, kinda cold, kinda breezy, perfect weather to be a duck or to be inside and inside is exactly where I planned to be in about 40 miles... being that I'm only part duck. I could of seen the sun setting then if it wasn't overcast... and miles to go before I slept.
The road home doesn't curve much, it's just goes over rolling hills. As a crested another I saw him walking on my side of the road. He apparently heard me coming because he turned and started walking backwards. As I got closer the inevitable thumb stuck out.
I breezed past trying hard to make it look like I didn't see him.
It weighed heavy on my heart.
It was cold,
It was wet,
It was breezy...
He didn't look like a duck either.
I chastised myself as I pulled over and put the car into reverse. I felt guilty how far I had to back up to get to him. As he saw me pull off the road, he started jogging to get to me. When got to the door, I was still throwing all the junk in the passenger seat to the back seat. When he sat, I could smell the smell of a guy who had been walking for quite a while.
At least I didn't smell any alcohol or smoke. I also noted that in his jog he was well balanced, and didn't look dizzy.
So far so good.
"I can take you as far as Fort Scott" I tried to sound welcoming.
"Any chance I could convince you to go as far as Kansas City?" he asked.
I just looked at him. Kansas City is about three hours away..."I can pay you, I have some cash on me..." he said.
"Sorry, I'm just headed home."
"That's OK"
Conversation ensued as I wonder why KC. I find out that he lived there. So how did he get so far south? A cousin dropped him off yesterday in some county because he had a court date he couldn't miss. He had to be back at work in KC tomorrow morning.
Says he is in the middle of turning his life around.
Done some really stupid things.
Drugs
Violence
Alcohol
Made bad decisions, his life was all messed up and he was paying for it now.
He said he was done with that life.
Then this small still voice, the same one that made me pull over, asked me if He was apart of this mans turn around. This man needed to know his soul needed turning around too, not just his life.
I really don't like it when it does that.
I'm no good at that stuff.
I don't know what to say or how to say it. What if it sounds condescending? I need words to speak... please? I'll open my mouth if you put words in it, ok?
here goes...
"That's an awesome thing, turning your life around. So where does God fit in to all of that?"
"Well.....I......I just.... need to work out everything first..... then him and I will have a talk....."
and then we talked. For 40 miles we talked.
I dropped him off in town and then headed home.
Enter the enemy.
What was that? You did horrible in trying to reach him you know that?
You drove him away.
His had his mind made up before you came into the picture
You accomplished nothing.
Just think of all the things you could of said if you weren't so shy about spreading the gospel.
As I pulled into the drive, my heart is heavy again. I said my apologies out loud to God as I turned the car off.
I stepped out of the car.
I breathed in the cold damp air from the still open garage door as I stretched my legs.
I turned to watch the drizzle come down and the beautiful still small voice spoke softly again
It said:
Thanks for planting the seed.
I'll take it from here.
Friday, February 13, 2009
1:56......1:57........1:54? ahhhhhhhh!!!
I wonder if it's possible if someone could vibrate at the speed of light? Then, in theory, time could slow down for the one that's vibrating. So the speed could be achieved without going anywhere. I bet it's possible, and I bet it's happening right now.
Once again Valentines day is upon us... yet another day that Men get in trouble if they forget. Janelle told me a great joke about some guy who always forgot so he paid the flower shop to automatically send flowers and deduct the price from his account. It was working wonderfully till one year he came home to find a very happy wife at the door holding flowers and looked at the beautiful arrangement and said to his beloved "Oh that's lovely, where'd you get the flowers?"
I've finished all the work I had lined up for the day and I'm not nearly motivated enough to start on Mondays list so that leaves me in quite a pickle.
I wonder how that got started...quite a pickle?
It's not like someone was walking around one day and slipped fell into one.
Into as in inside - that'd have to be quite the pickle.
So I'd imagine, here's a guy walking along minding his own business, and he trips and falls into this giant gerkin, He cant get out, so he punches holes in the bottom for his legs and stands up and starts walking around. A bystander sees all of this, and wants to help him out. So he approaches, they stand looking at each other for quite a bit, and with no other thing to say, the bystander says, "wow, you're in quite the pickle"
and that's the rest of the story.
and that didn't take near long enough to come up with as I'd hoped .The clock it mocking me, making faces at me
**giggle**
I guess we are heading to KC this weekend for valentines day. We were gonna go out to eat but all the good places are booked so we might go out somewhere for her birthantines day. Janelle's birthday is on the 27th. I know you are not supposed to double dip like that but... it was her idea. I know all the ladies are saying right now "She said that so you could disagree and NOT double dip."
riiiiight.
I am of the mind that women say they want their men to have an opinion. They just want that opinion to match their own. It's like a "yes dear" with a twist. Almost if you could form another conclusion, different from her own, but then change your mind so it fits more her Ideals. But do it in a way as if you came up with the same conclusion on your own instead of trying to match hers.
Instance: Friday evening afterwork in the summer. This has probably happened to every married man with a big lawn.
Her: "Hon, Instead of mowing the lawn tomorrow, why don't you just do it tonight?"
You: "Well it's getting late and I don't think I'd finish before dark..."
Her: "Well, if you mow tonight, then you can trim tomorrow and get done earlier"
SIDE NOTE: Get done earlier is a massive red flag. Get done earlier really means "I've got a ton of stuff for you to do tomorrow, so much in fact that that we (you) need to start tonight so we can finish by tomorrow night"
Now here's the kicker - A yes dear might seem as a cave in to her. She want's you to have an opinion but not one that's different from hers. Here's what you do:
You: "Well I guess I did want to go clean the dog pen and clear some brush from the west side of the house.. yeah I guess I could mow tonight"
Now you can mow the lawn tonight, and play with the dogs and the chain saw tomorrow!
I have no Idea where that came from and I deny any or all said part of what was written. I was away from my desk, getting a Dr Pepper and I came back and it was already written.
Disclaimer: Usually dogs and chainsaws don't mix, play with one at a time, not both at the same time.
That reminds me of another joke: How do you make a dog (preferably the neighbors dog) meow?
You stick him in the freezer until he's frozen solid as a rock and then take a chainsaw to him.
I'd better get back to pretending I'm working.
Once again Valentines day is upon us... yet another day that Men get in trouble if they forget. Janelle told me a great joke about some guy who always forgot so he paid the flower shop to automatically send flowers and deduct the price from his account. It was working wonderfully till one year he came home to find a very happy wife at the door holding flowers and looked at the beautiful arrangement and said to his beloved "Oh that's lovely, where'd you get the flowers?"
I've finished all the work I had lined up for the day and I'm not nearly motivated enough to start on Mondays list so that leaves me in quite a pickle.
I wonder how that got started...quite a pickle?
It's not like someone was walking around one day and slipped fell into one.
Into as in inside - that'd have to be quite the pickle.
So I'd imagine, here's a guy walking along minding his own business, and he trips and falls into this giant gerkin, He cant get out, so he punches holes in the bottom for his legs and stands up and starts walking around. A bystander sees all of this, and wants to help him out. So he approaches, they stand looking at each other for quite a bit, and with no other thing to say, the bystander says, "wow, you're in quite the pickle"
and that's the rest of the story.
and that didn't take near long enough to come up with as I'd hoped .The clock it mocking me, making faces at me
**giggle**
I guess we are heading to KC this weekend for valentines day. We were gonna go out to eat but all the good places are booked so we might go out somewhere for her birthantines day. Janelle's birthday is on the 27th. I know you are not supposed to double dip like that but... it was her idea. I know all the ladies are saying right now "She said that so you could disagree and NOT double dip."
riiiiight.
I am of the mind that women say they want their men to have an opinion. They just want that opinion to match their own. It's like a "yes dear" with a twist. Almost if you could form another conclusion, different from her own, but then change your mind so it fits more her Ideals. But do it in a way as if you came up with the same conclusion on your own instead of trying to match hers.
Instance: Friday evening afterwork in the summer. This has probably happened to every married man with a big lawn.
Her: "Hon, Instead of mowing the lawn tomorrow, why don't you just do it tonight?"
You: "Well it's getting late and I don't think I'd finish before dark..."
Her: "Well, if you mow tonight, then you can trim tomorrow and get done earlier"
SIDE NOTE: Get done earlier is a massive red flag. Get done earlier really means "I've got a ton of stuff for you to do tomorrow, so much in fact that that we (you) need to start tonight so we can finish by tomorrow night"
Now here's the kicker - A yes dear might seem as a cave in to her. She want's you to have an opinion but not one that's different from hers. Here's what you do:
You: "Well I guess I did want to go clean the dog pen and clear some brush from the west side of the house.. yeah I guess I could mow tonight"
Now you can mow the lawn tonight, and play with the dogs and the chain saw tomorrow!
I have no Idea where that came from and I deny any or all said part of what was written. I was away from my desk, getting a Dr Pepper and I came back and it was already written.
Disclaimer: Usually dogs and chainsaws don't mix, play with one at a time, not both at the same time.
That reminds me of another joke: How do you make a dog (preferably the neighbors dog) meow?
You stick him in the freezer until he's frozen solid as a rock and then take a chainsaw to him.
I'd better get back to pretending I'm working.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
of red meat and game cameras
For those who are unfamiliar with what a game camera is; it's a small camera enclosed in a weather proof box that has a motion dector attached to the shutter. Said camera can be attached to an object via a nylon strap. In this case the object is a tree that's on the edge of the timber rumored to have a mountain lion who's height is around 32 inches at the shoulder.
I still have some unprocessed deer meat in the freezer from last year and of course the curiosity of what's deep within that timber and brush has been killing me. So red meat + game camera = answers. Or at least I had hoped.
Now something my wife could tell you about me (among the countless other things I don't doubt) is that I am not one for waiting when my curiosity is piqued. So rather then wait for the weekend (and daylight) to set the camera and the raw meat out, I go out after I get home from work.
recap:my impatience and curiosity toward a night predator compels me to set off into the nighttime timber with a bucket of raw meat.
brilliant.
The argument in my head while I was walking went as follows:
Voice 1: this has to be one of the dumbest things you have ever done
Voice 2: this has to be one of the coolest things you have ever done
Voice 1: STOP!! DID YOU HEAR THAT???
So I stop dead and look around very slowly with my head lamp, and then continue to walk the trail... backwards
Voice two: IF there was something stalking you then in theory you could see it's eyes shine back in the light like candles, but of course if it's stalking you, you wont hear it till it gets you.
Voice 1: you are NOT helping, lets go back
Voice 2: Look pansy, we are already half way there, let's dump the meat, set the camera and go back.
Voice 1: I HEARD SOMETHING!
Voice 2: Look I brought the 45, we will be fine.
Right about now my imagination is starting to believe voice one over voice two, as well as my brain because voice two has gotten us into some serious trouble in the past.
The rest of the way to the camera site I probably stopped around six times and did an "eye check" for anything. So help me if so much as a squirrel would have shown his face, it would of gotten blown off.
I got to the tree, set up the camera, placed the bait and gingerly re-traced my path back to the house, relieved that I wasn't carrying a bucket of what smelled like fresh kill.
Four days pass as I get all excited about what's going to be caught on camera. The trip back was much less uneventful then the first as when I told my brilliant and beautiful wife how the first exciting trip went she so plainly asked "why don't you just take the jeep out there?"
I just know she wanted to add a "you bone head" at the end of that question.
SO I took the jeep out there (full brights on) and retrieved the memory card and when I got back I kinda got chills.
The first picture of it was when I check the camera by walking in front of it on Wednesday night to check the motion sensor. I see a picture of me. The next two pictures were of....
And since my story is getting kinda drawn out, and lunch is over, I better quit here and get back to work.
I still have some unprocessed deer meat in the freezer from last year and of course the curiosity of what's deep within that timber and brush has been killing me. So red meat + game camera = answers. Or at least I had hoped.
Now something my wife could tell you about me (among the countless other things I don't doubt) is that I am not one for waiting when my curiosity is piqued. So rather then wait for the weekend (and daylight) to set the camera and the raw meat out, I go out after I get home from work.
recap:my impatience and curiosity toward a night predator compels me to set off into the nighttime timber with a bucket of raw meat.
brilliant.
The argument in my head while I was walking went as follows:
Voice 1: this has to be one of the dumbest things you have ever done
Voice 2: this has to be one of the coolest things you have ever done
Voice 1: STOP!! DID YOU HEAR THAT???
So I stop dead and look around very slowly with my head lamp, and then continue to walk the trail... backwards
Voice two: IF there was something stalking you then in theory you could see it's eyes shine back in the light like candles, but of course if it's stalking you, you wont hear it till it gets you.
Voice 1: you are NOT helping, lets go back
Voice 2: Look pansy, we are already half way there, let's dump the meat, set the camera and go back.
Voice 1: I HEARD SOMETHING!
Voice 2: Look I brought the 45, we will be fine.
Right about now my imagination is starting to believe voice one over voice two, as well as my brain because voice two has gotten us into some serious trouble in the past.
The rest of the way to the camera site I probably stopped around six times and did an "eye check" for anything. So help me if so much as a squirrel would have shown his face, it would of gotten blown off.
I got to the tree, set up the camera, placed the bait and gingerly re-traced my path back to the house, relieved that I wasn't carrying a bucket of what smelled like fresh kill.
Four days pass as I get all excited about what's going to be caught on camera. The trip back was much less uneventful then the first as when I told my brilliant and beautiful wife how the first exciting trip went she so plainly asked "why don't you just take the jeep out there?"
I just know she wanted to add a "you bone head" at the end of that question.
SO I took the jeep out there (full brights on) and retrieved the memory card and when I got back I kinda got chills.
The first picture of it was when I check the camera by walking in front of it on Wednesday night to check the motion sensor. I see a picture of me. The next two pictures were of....
And since my story is getting kinda drawn out, and lunch is over, I better quit here and get back to work.
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