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6/25/2006
6/14/2006
Arrests may follow...
Ok, so I have a lot to say today...
Anyway, as a followup to my bat/moth story...A few days ago a high-rise window washer in Boston was arrested and arraigned on charges of animal cruelty. He was up working on the side of a building when a seagull started to dive bomb him. He swatted at it a couple times and must have knocked it out and it fell to the ground and died. He was actually arrested later that day and was arraigned yesterday....BECAUSE OF A SEAGULL!!!
I just don't understand the logic of the world we live in today. Child abuse and neglect...hunger...homelessness...murder...rape...terrorism...
And then a man gets arrested for protecting himself from a psycho bird.
I just don't get it...
Anyway, as a followup to my bat/moth story...A few days ago a high-rise window washer in Boston was arrested and arraigned on charges of animal cruelty. He was up working on the side of a building when a seagull started to dive bomb him. He swatted at it a couple times and must have knocked it out and it fell to the ground and died. He was actually arrested later that day and was arraigned yesterday....BECAUSE OF A SEAGULL!!!
I just don't understand the logic of the world we live in today. Child abuse and neglect...hunger...homelessness...murder...rape...terrorism...
And then a man gets arrested for protecting himself from a psycho bird.
I just don't get it...
Flag Day
Happy Flag Day!
Today is the day set aside to pay tribute to our country's flag. I love our flag and what it stands for, but I love the Army flag even more!
Blood and Fire! Wave it high! Spread the Message! Blood and Fire!
Happy Flag Day!
Today is the day set aside to pay tribute to our country's flag. I love our flag and what it stands for, but I love the Army flag even more!
Blood and Fire! Wave it high! Spread the Message! Blood and Fire!
Happy Flag Day!
Commissioning Weekend
it's taken me a few days to unwind and collect my thoughts. The drive home from NJ was horrible. Normally a 15-20 minute drive, it took over 2 hours to go from the Meadowlands to the George Washington Bridge...and that was at the beginning of the trip. Altogether we were driving for about 10 hours when it normally only takes about 6.
Aside from the drive home, the weekend was decent. We got to see friends and even meet some new people we hadn't been introduced to before. :o) My wife says I shmooze (i think that's a yiddish word). I call it networking!
Commissioning itself was ok. Yes, just ok. We drove down there because some good friends of ours were being Commissioned. These are friends who I got in trouble with at Youth Councils and camp "back in the day". It was great to see them start this crazy journey that is officership. The meetings themselves, Ordination in the morning and Appointment in the afternoon, were very drawn out. The morning meeting is usually a long one, but it had never seemed like it in the past. And the appointment service is hardly ever more than 2 hours...this year it was 3! That is supposed to be the upbeat and exciting meeting, people cheering and praising God for the new ministers that are being sent out...just kinda fell flat. Maybe it was just me, but I don't know. Anyone have any comments?
In His Grip,
Dave
Aside from the drive home, the weekend was decent. We got to see friends and even meet some new people we hadn't been introduced to before. :o) My wife says I shmooze (i think that's a yiddish word). I call it networking!
Commissioning itself was ok. Yes, just ok. We drove down there because some good friends of ours were being Commissioned. These are friends who I got in trouble with at Youth Councils and camp "back in the day". It was great to see them start this crazy journey that is officership. The meetings themselves, Ordination in the morning and Appointment in the afternoon, were very drawn out. The morning meeting is usually a long one, but it had never seemed like it in the past. And the appointment service is hardly ever more than 2 hours...this year it was 3! That is supposed to be the upbeat and exciting meeting, people cheering and praising God for the new ministers that are being sent out...just kinda fell flat. Maybe it was just me, but I don't know. Anyone have any comments?
In His Grip,
Dave
6/01/2006
Look Mommie a Birdie
here's a funny story for you...about 1:00 this morning trista screamesd and woke up out of a dead sleep. "There's a moth in the boy's room! A really BIG moth!" I said, "ok, ok...I'm up".
She had already taken Tyler out to go to the bathroom, but Bradley was still sleeping in his crib. I peeked in the door and said to myself, "Self, that is NO moth...". It was a bat! Trista couldn't tell the difference because up to that point it had not made any sound. And what did I do, you ask? I did what any self-respecting man would do...I grabbed my handy dandy phone book, stood in the doorway with the door mostly shut and tried swatting it out of the air (without swatting it into Bradley's crib of course!)
Here's the conversation that followed, with Trista still thinking it's a moth and not a bat:
Trista: Get in there!
Dave: No.
Trista: Why not? You have to get it.
Dave: I'm getting it... *as I clip the bat with the phone* *bat squeaks*
Trista: What was that?
Dave: Trista, it's a bat, ok...not a moth.
Trista: *muffled scream* Get in there!
Dave: No!
Trista: Are you afraid?
Dave: Yeah, kinda!
I clipped it again in mid-air and it flew over to the curtains and hung there looking at my neck like the blood-sucking rodent he was. I went into the room with a towel and my trusty phone book. He attaked! Alright, so it probably wasn't attacking, but it was the middle of the night, my wife was screaming, and I was a little out of it from just waking up...
I was finally able to knick it a couple times with the phone that it fell to the floor and stopped flying...tried to crawl to who knows where. I dropped the phone book on it a couple times but it kept squeaking. At this point, Bradley looked up at me with a look that said, "Daddy, WHAT are you doing? I'm trying to sleep."
Well, the bat was finally disposed of and the boys were put back to bed, but I couldn't fall back asleep. It took me almost an hour to "wind down".
Just another day in the life...
Blessings,
Dave
She had already taken Tyler out to go to the bathroom, but Bradley was still sleeping in his crib. I peeked in the door and said to myself, "Self, that is NO moth...". It was a bat! Trista couldn't tell the difference because up to that point it had not made any sound. And what did I do, you ask? I did what any self-respecting man would do...I grabbed my handy dandy phone book, stood in the doorway with the door mostly shut and tried swatting it out of the air (without swatting it into Bradley's crib of course!)
Here's the conversation that followed, with Trista still thinking it's a moth and not a bat:
Trista: Get in there!
Dave: No.
Trista: Why not? You have to get it.
Dave: I'm getting it... *as I clip the bat with the phone* *bat squeaks*
Trista: What was that?
Dave: Trista, it's a bat, ok...not a moth.
Trista: *muffled scream* Get in there!
Dave: No!
Trista: Are you afraid?
Dave: Yeah, kinda!
I clipped it again in mid-air and it flew over to the curtains and hung there looking at my neck like the blood-sucking rodent he was. I went into the room with a towel and my trusty phone book. He attaked! Alright, so it probably wasn't attacking, but it was the middle of the night, my wife was screaming, and I was a little out of it from just waking up...
I was finally able to knick it a couple times with the phone that it fell to the floor and stopped flying...tried to crawl to who knows where. I dropped the phone book on it a couple times but it kept squeaking. At this point, Bradley looked up at me with a look that said, "Daddy, WHAT are you doing? I'm trying to sleep."
Well, the bat was finally disposed of and the boys were put back to bed, but I couldn't fall back asleep. It took me almost an hour to "wind down".
Just another day in the life...
Blessings,
Dave
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