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| Ok, let us begin a few months back and catch up to now.
Caution! This contains real life photos. Circle of life sort of things. Rated PG13.
Tim's repaired and painted aftermarket fuel tank. 45 gallons of goodness. Thanks to Cory for the excellent paint job!
Spring sprang!
This is a photo from Chris's rehearsal dinner experiment/pig roast. It actually worked out very well. And as Uncle Jim said, if you want to try something, do it twice so you make all the mistakes the first time. I don't have a photo of it on fire, repeatedly.... Notice Drew wasn't about to miss breakfast. Kip's dog had to be left inside. So proud of Sam.
During Chris's rehearsal dinner I was introduced to these. (Cellphone)
This was the backdrop for rehearsal eating area. (Cellphone)
This is a photo of Sam standing with our guard dog, Dot.
The garden a month ago.
Farm life at its finest. "No, I have no intention of moving. Just go around me." (Cellphone)
Sam has saved us from the scary monster! I'm fairly certain it has stopped moving.
I made mention of the forest by my house...
It's half way gone.
Now it's all the way gone, at least the stuff I wanted gone right then. I have to be in the mood for landscaping.
This was a 2.8" split on the original family canoe. (It wasn't me, Dad. Honest)
Here's the smartest canoe repair ever. I used the rivets to sandwich the epoxy and synthetic felt material with the PVC pipe and the keel. It should last at least an hour or two. I have some pictures of canoeing with Casey, Tim, Cassie, Cory, Amanda, and me. I'll post them when I post the photos from Cory, Amanda, and my road trip for his "almost" dream car.
I've hit 8 deer since I moved to western NY. This is the first time I have sustained any damage. My truck shall be avenged. At least I now have an excuse to upgrade to an '05 grill! I wonder if I can justify a grill guard?
This concludes my broadcast day. Thanks for watching.
PS.
Usually I'd like to be able to say that no animals were hurt in the making of this post.... RIP unnamed new kitten. I wish you would have stayed away from the truck tires.
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| 30 second recap in 4 minutes or less:
Hearts Youth Center was shut down. For NO good reason. If that church had actually participated instead of just ignoring.... but I digress. Moving on....
I chopped down the small forest growing around this house. I feel better already.
I'm almost done with the stupidest fence job ever. First rule of business: sometimes you just laugh at a customer and walk away, never to speak to them again.
I learned what I want in a wife and I have begun looking in earnest. And not online either, but by actually going places and meeting people.
I found out that sometimes good friends are really thoughtless.
Sometimes good friends are better then I want to think.
Sometimes it might be my fault.
Faith is slowly becoming second nature. God is helping me. I trust Him and that makes me happy. I'm looking for that happiness in others.
I love comedy and humor. I'm at this moment listening to old episodes of the Martin and Lewis radio show. Pure and clean humor is so much better then the bathroom comedy now-a-days.
And a final thought:
If you aren't happy, then not only do you realize you have a problem but you haven't done anything about it, you're simply content in being miserable. Take a leap of faith. I would quote some cliche about risking all to win all but everyone's already heard it... oh, I guess I quoted it anyway.
Talk to God about it but don't stop there. Imagine He's walking down the street towards you. Now get off your porch and meet Him half way! It's not going to kill you, honest. You know you're supposed to look both ways before crossing the street.... and stay on the sidewalk! God made that sidewalk for a reason!!
Good luck, peeps! (Christianly speaking, of course!)
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| Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You To see You high and lifted up
Shinin' in the light of Your glory
Pour out Your power and love
As we sing holy, holy, holy Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You To see You high and lifted up
Shinin' in the light of Your glory
Pour out Your power and love
As we sing holy, holy, holy (Repeat two more times) Holy, holy, holy
We cry holy, holy, holy
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to see you Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to see you Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy,
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| "Glee". I can see where they're going with it. It's a good beginning. I'll watch it till it goes down hill or until it gets typically secular. As I watched it I realized how much I truly missed in high school or, for that matter, life. A show that talks about finding the things in which you are passionate and then following them... I didn't do it. There are only a few instances in my life where I felt like I was doing what I loved. I can count them on one hand. From work, to friendships, to love. The list is a dismal one. This show reinforced my ideal of a woman who will sing with me. I'm not sure if that makes me a pitiable person or just a bit loony. Yep, there I am, referencing the judgments of others.
I've got 18 acres of cut hay sitting in nice neat rows, waiting to be baled. It's raining.
I spent a few hours last Wednesday shearing alpaca. It was all done by a professional shearer from New Zealand. All I did was wrestle the alpaca to the ground. Not a big deal till
I was in Maryland over the weekend. For 25 seconds I saw her. It's always worth it. There is a classic, untouchable beauty to her that can't be put into words. She's part of the reason that I think people should be allowed to stare at other people.
I was down there on a whirl wind visit. Friday night was spent relaxing, saturday was spent at the zoo and downtown Baltimore, and Sunday was a nice boat ride followed by church, lunch and then leaving to go back to New York.
Friendships... they are a testament to our lives. After we die we will live on through them.
Today I watched a middle school girl degrade another girl for no other reason then having a bad day. I see the way these girls disrespect others and themselves and I am at a loss as to how I could help them. I treat them as adults. I treat them like I want to be treated but sometimes the viciousness is too much and I lose my cool. For a few moments I was completely ready to walk away, get back in my truck, and go home. There were shows I wanted to watch. For that matter, I would rather have been weeding the garden. I am left standing at Hearts with no sense of where it is going. The lack of money, the lack of direction, the lack of any sort of dedication to success is making my time spent there feel wasted and worthless. Perhaps this is God's way of teaching me how to persevere. He certainly knows my record in dealing with stress. For a long time I psychically wouldn't. I'm adapting. Lessons learned the hard way...
I've been reading Benjamin Franklin's autobiography in which he makes it very clear the importance of knowing the past. Interesting stuff. Oddly enough it makes me value my grandmother. She's been working so hard to create a book of and about our family and it is only now that I see its value. I'll probably never be able to introduce my grandmother to my spouse but I'll at least be able to introduce my spouse to my grandmother through the pictures and journals.
Pictures are coming. Tomorrow will be a wet and thundery day so perhaps I'll attempt a media day.
The car I wanted may never come. It would have been beautiful but situations change. I was told I might get it at the end of summer but I'll certainly be ok if I don't get it at all.
It's late. I've forgotten about that which I had intended to write. My memory is failing. I'll have to begin using the voice recorder on my cell phone. "One step closer to dead" as Chris would say.
Pray for him. He and his brand new wife are stationed in Hawaii. The cousins (including me) have declared that a year from now, one week will be spent at Chris' house. We'll see how many stick to the plan.
Prayer... I'd like someone to pray with from time to time. I'm not really getting it from anywhere else. I'm looking for someone to help me see the God signs I might be missing. I had always expected a wife for that purpose but I'm realizing that I need the help even before I find a woman. Live and learn.
Ok, I think that's about the end of it. Thanks for reading this. Goodnight.
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| Sorry for not posting for so long. I kept putting it off.
Everyday there's some little tidbit that needs to be put in here. There's some small thought that I need to get down before I forget...
Someone told me they would be my memory. It was said in a joking manner but the fact remains. My memory has always been hit or miss. As I get older I find that it has actually become a problem. This past week has been particularly bad. I'm not sure if it had something to do with specific foods or if there was some sort of underlying stress trigger that I just haven't registered. I often wonder what God's point was in all this. Perhaps He is trying to get me to rely more on Him. I'm failing miserably at that.
In other news, I have accepted a fence installation that is going to become more and more of a problem. Instead of paying for my labor I will receive ownership of an alpaca. At the time it seemed like a perfectly acceptable idea. I had tons of work scheduled. I was actually paying my bills with money to spare. It was supposed to be fine. It's not fine anymore. I have lost almost all of the jobs I had lined up. I am now stuck with a job that won't pay me money. Investments are fun and all that, but I'm not really thinking that I want to gamble my money on this venture, which I already have. It's lucrative, don't get me wrong. I could probably buy a new tractor if I sold the alpaca. Of course, I'd have to sell it during a good economy. Riiiiight.
What else? Oh, right! I've got some new bison calves running around the pasture. It's getting to the point that if I don't start selling some animals I'm going to run out of room. I really need to build a corral system. Oh, wait, no money...
I'll have some pictures up soon.
I watched "Pollyana" today. Cool movie from my childhood. Here's the thing, I got caught with all that build up of emotion again. I found myself close to tears. It scares the heck out of me because it's not my normal reaction. It started when the pastor realized his own mistakes with the congregation and how he had been treating them. It culminated with the feelings of Aunt Polly when she realized how foolish she was being after Pollyana fell from the window. I don't understand why these emotional instances occur. Perhaps this empathy is just food allergy related? Perhaps God is trying to tell me something? Perhaps I'm just a pansy? What's up, God?
In other news, one of the kids at Heart's accidently called me "dad". Am I a father figure to them? Should I be? Do I even want to be? It's incredible where God has put me. The potential is there, I can see it. I just don't know what I'm supposed to do there. How do I even broach the subject of God with teens who practically hate the whole world and, apparently, themselves? Even an oblique reference to God sends them scurrying out the door... Today's world corrupts everything. It's a force to be reckoned with. Only God can do it. This is just another instance where I need to trust Him. (Anyone picking up on the pattern yet?)
I think I've talked about the very important stuff. The rest of it... gone like smoke in the wind. Seriously though, think about that metaphor. It's an incredible thought and it applies.
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