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Welcome to success in 2007
Congratulations to a special young man who is now the first male in his family to graduate from high school since 1979. You have made a difference and have begun a course you can be proud of.
Austin
(posted with permission)
This shot was taken just before he was booked and paw printed. “I didn’t do it. It wasn’t me“ won’t fly this time. You were caught red pawed. Stop giving me the sad puppy eyes it won’t work. You’ve been busted! Cute or not you’ve been busted.
I watched Captain and Max playing outside. I thought they were tossing around a stick but closer observation revealed it to be a dead mouse. Never until today did I ever feel sorry for a mouse. I had to hide evidence of the rodent murder so I began kicking the carcass across the hard hoping to kick it hard enough that it would fly over the fence and into someone else’s yard becoming someone else’s problem. That’s right. I said it….somebody else’s problem. It seems I can’t really kick and scream at the same time so his little dead body lay face up right in the path of my front door. It seems they didn’t want to play with him anymore after I kicked him around. Maybe they don’t like to have their murder victims kicked around. Who knows. To my rescue came my roommate Barney Fife who was handed a baggy and forced asked to dispose of said evidence. He’s now in on this crime so I’m sure he won’t go to the cops. Never have I said, “Poor little mouse” until I saw the tug of war and toss up game between one very young criminal puppy Maxwell House and his aged accomplice Captain Crunch.
What should one do after an afternoon of murder and mayhem? Rest. To see what else little Maxwell House is guilty of click the slide show link.
Austin
This week is full of doctor appointments which means it’s also full of cab rides. More doctors, more taxi rides, more reasons to wear my seat belt with idiots driving to and fro. I mean to tell you people scare me sometimes. I guess the Acme School of Driving hands out licenses left and right. Can a person pop in a nickel and instead of a gum drop they get a drivers license? I worry, I tell ya I worry. Anyway, I got a call from my doctor’s office telling me there’s an opening in the sports medicine clinic tomorrow and if I can show up I could see the surgeon there as well as get an MRI on my neck. While I appreciate such prompt action I can’t go to the doctor every day. I went yesterday. I went to see Dr. T (the therapist) today. I can’t do two appointments tomorrow then go back to therapy on Thursday. I have to sit down sometime. So, I’m skipping the MRI but going to see the sports medicine doctor. Going to the doctor everyday of the week is a bit much. That’s also too many cab rides, too much exposure to idiots that don’t know how to drive. I’ve never been tossed around so much in the back of a cab as I was in the last two days. The inner conversation went something like this:
Me #1- I’m getting out. At the next light I’m getting out of this cab.
Me #2- We can’t just get out of the cab. We’ll be stranded. Stranded is worse than being tossed about in the cab.
Me #1- No it’s not. I’m getting out.
Me #2- Somebody tell her we can’t leave the cab. Somebody talk to this woman!
Me #3- We aren’t getting out of the cab. Nobody’s getting out of the cab.
Me #2- Good gracious!
Me #3- JOAN DO NOT TOUCH THE F-ING DOOR
I do not recall being lonely as a child. I had a lot of friends at school. As a matter of fact school was a haven from home. Most times I looked forward to going to see my friends. In college I wasn’t a loner. I was active and out going. For most of my childhood I didn’t feel lonely but as the years passed and I saw more and more of the world around me I found it necessary to pull away. My beliefs about the world and hope had been challenged. It was not until I regained hope for myself and saw that there was hope for others too that being a loner was no longer a safeguard but a burden.
In middle school I read the book The Diary of Ann Frank. I thought about what she went through and how horrible it must have been to see what she saw at her age. Although I felt for her I was somewhat negatively impacted by her thoughts on the basic good of humanity. I thought to myself, “Come on girl, give me a brake.” It seemed rather …well, truthfully it sounded like a load of crap. How on earth could she say such a thing with horrific events unfolding with each tick of the clock? It didn’t make any sense to me. I thought she wore rose coloured glasses. I actually thought a victim of Nazi’s wore rose coloured glasses. Boy did I have nerve! I had nerve but no true understanding of the human heart or the human spirit. It would take years before I gained a fraction of her understanding. Continue reading ‘I Will Not Withdraw’
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