Well darnit...we have a minor setback. During my cardio rehab, my blood pressure is 150/100. Not good! We have doubled my blood pressure medicine but it'll take a couple of weeks to see results. So that means I cannot return to work the last week of July. I want to return to work. My sanity is slipping away! I had an echo cardiogram test last Tuesday. I have discussed the results with my doctor yet. However, I can view them online so I peeked. I researched the results and learned a few things. Answered a few questions I had and what was causing them. The big answer was why my heart felt like it was going to jerk out of my chest. I learned that was a mitral valve regurgitation caused by...you guessed it, high blood pressure. I haven't had one in two days so I'm praying the increased meds are starting to work.
In other news...I signed up to a gym. I realize I can't use it just yet. I wanted to sign-up now to help boost my confidence and set a goal. $10 a month and it's open 24/7. Not alot of weights but I can work with what they have. Plenty of treadmills, stair steppers, bicycles, etc... I've also lost 2 lbs in a week. Only 36 more to go! That 36 will take me a year. I'm not planning on dumping it all at once.
And btw, the cardio rehab kicks my ass!
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
Slowly Progressing Forward Albeit a Tortoise Pace
Hello friends, it's been awhile. Well that's because I forgot my password. But I found my list this week and tadaaaaaaaa! I am back.
I start cardio rehab this Friday. Kinda looking forward to it but not. I'm a bit apprehensive about exercising at someones pace other than my own. While it's true I walked 2/3 mile last night, I bet it took me a good 20 minutes. ( I forgot my phone to track myself) And it's true, I'm am a bit fearful that "pushing" myself could lead to complications. You see....longtime followers will recall that back in September of 2006 I passed my stress test with flying colors. Two weeks later I had a widowmaker and 3 stents. Fast forward to 2018 and passed another stress test with flying colors. And you guessed it, a triple by-pass. Hence my apprehension....and yes, NO more stress tests for me. Ever. Period. Zero. Nada. I forgot to mention I just had an echo cardiogram Tuesday and still awaiting the results. But I'm gonna venture a guess of the diagnosis: Passed. I know, I am keenly aware that my answer drips with sarcasm. But you'll see...
Appetite is finally back although most of my favorites have been cut. I'm watching caffeine, sodium and sugar intakes right now. Eating more fish, rice, beans and all that healthy rabbit food. Chicken and pork are the main meat staples. We found some turkey breasts on sale so those will be used as "lunch meat" when I return to work. What is really tough, finding ham low in sodium. Still looking... Frozen veggies, no more canned. No canned soups or anything canned for that matter. Although I still eat baked beans out of the can. I figure the gas negates the sodium.
Work...I dunno how I'm going to return. I'm living the life right now. I do nothing mainly because no one lets me. But those that truly know me understand this isn't always the case. Maybe after two weeks of rehab I'll feel more confident and take on more challenges. I'm also getting a membership at the gym. $10 a month with no commitment, open 24/7 and it's close to home. Can't beat that! I am also starting a daily routine to help ease myself back in real world living. **I cringed at even typing that one** But alas bills need paid and kids need fed. Not sure yet when I'll return but hoping mid-August. I was hoping sooner but it took 3 appointments and 3 weeks just to start rehab.
Oh and it's my birthday month. I'll be 40 this year....plus shipping and handling!
I start cardio rehab this Friday. Kinda looking forward to it but not. I'm a bit apprehensive about exercising at someones pace other than my own. While it's true I walked 2/3 mile last night, I bet it took me a good 20 minutes. ( I forgot my phone to track myself) And it's true, I'm am a bit fearful that "pushing" myself could lead to complications. You see....longtime followers will recall that back in September of 2006 I passed my stress test with flying colors. Two weeks later I had a widowmaker and 3 stents. Fast forward to 2018 and passed another stress test with flying colors. And you guessed it, a triple by-pass. Hence my apprehension....and yes, NO more stress tests for me. Ever. Period. Zero. Nada. I forgot to mention I just had an echo cardiogram Tuesday and still awaiting the results. But I'm gonna venture a guess of the diagnosis: Passed. I know, I am keenly aware that my answer drips with sarcasm. But you'll see...
Appetite is finally back although most of my favorites have been cut. I'm watching caffeine, sodium and sugar intakes right now. Eating more fish, rice, beans and all that healthy rabbit food. Chicken and pork are the main meat staples. We found some turkey breasts on sale so those will be used as "lunch meat" when I return to work. What is really tough, finding ham low in sodium. Still looking... Frozen veggies, no more canned. No canned soups or anything canned for that matter. Although I still eat baked beans out of the can. I figure the gas negates the sodium.
Work...I dunno how I'm going to return. I'm living the life right now. I do nothing mainly because no one lets me. But those that truly know me understand this isn't always the case. Maybe after two weeks of rehab I'll feel more confident and take on more challenges. I'm also getting a membership at the gym. $10 a month with no commitment, open 24/7 and it's close to home. Can't beat that! I am also starting a daily routine to help ease myself back in real world living. **I cringed at even typing that one** But alas bills need paid and kids need fed. Not sure yet when I'll return but hoping mid-August. I was hoping sooner but it took 3 appointments and 3 weeks just to start rehab.
Oh and it's my birthday month. I'll be 40 this year....plus shipping and handling!
Thursday, June 14, 2018
Wednesday, June 06, 2018
I Survived, Let the Pain Begin
Lord have mercy, please. I survived the surgery although it was a triple bypass and not a quad as originally ordered. The quad could not be performed due to the location and artery size. Basically, the 70% was blocked throughout the artery and all of the branches. Yes, there is probably more information but it escapes me right now. I'm just happy to be this side of the daisies.
The chest is mighty sore right now. I asked not to have opiods (sp) and went with the strongest. Right now it's manageable and tolerable. And the boredom...I've only been home since June 3 2018 and I am bored.
I'll be posting more as I am able to sit longer.
The chest is mighty sore right now. I asked not to have opiods (sp) and went with the strongest. Right now it's manageable and tolerable. And the boredom...I've only been home since June 3 2018 and I am bored.
I'll be posting more as I am able to sit longer.
Sunday, May 20, 2018
I Have Returned Triumphantly Although Wounded
**dusts off the blog**
Well folks, I have returned triumphantly although wounded. July 2006 I created this blog mainly out of boredom. I had something to say although I had no clue as to what. A couple of months later I suffered a widow maker and survived, miraculously without any damage. And then it occurred to me: my blog was a resource of life. A resource, not only for me, but for others who enjoyed my rantings and writings.
So I have returned...my wounds are deep this time. May 29th I return for a quadruple by-pass surgery. What can I say, go big or go home. The one reason I did not have the surgery May 15th was due to me already being on blood thinners. So now weaning me off the blood thinners is a whole new hurdle to cross. Will one of my three 90% blockages clot? Will my body overreact and clot erroneously? Will I make the finish line of May 29th?
I will be posting weekly after the surgery. Mainly to give me an outlet. Anyone who has or will be undergoing major surgery will feel as if you are alone. Even though you know deep down people, family and friends are praying for you. Writing is my outlet...and it makes me feel better to read my own emotions on paper, errr posted. You get the idea.
Until then folks, remember my motto: Reality sucks and Life goes on
**breaks out the glass cleaner and furniture polish**
Well folks, I have returned triumphantly although wounded. July 2006 I created this blog mainly out of boredom. I had something to say although I had no clue as to what. A couple of months later I suffered a widow maker and survived, miraculously without any damage. And then it occurred to me: my blog was a resource of life. A resource, not only for me, but for others who enjoyed my rantings and writings.
So I have returned...my wounds are deep this time. May 29th I return for a quadruple by-pass surgery. What can I say, go big or go home. The one reason I did not have the surgery May 15th was due to me already being on blood thinners. So now weaning me off the blood thinners is a whole new hurdle to cross. Will one of my three 90% blockages clot? Will my body overreact and clot erroneously? Will I make the finish line of May 29th?
I will be posting weekly after the surgery. Mainly to give me an outlet. Anyone who has or will be undergoing major surgery will feel as if you are alone. Even though you know deep down people, family and friends are praying for you. Writing is my outlet...and it makes me feel better to read my own emotions on paper, errr posted. You get the idea.
Until then folks, remember my motto: Reality sucks and Life goes on
**breaks out the glass cleaner and furniture polish**
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Finding a New Job Frustrations
I admit it's been a few years and things sure have changed regarding the job market. A résumé is a résumé and that is now the front line of observation. Long gone are the days of a "real live human being" reviewing your application. For that matter, entering the potential new employers facility and filling out an application "in person". Ok, I admit it's not been THAT long since I've filled out applications. One can always dream of days gone by.
My huge frustration is getting back into the engineering field and supporting positions. The only replies I receive lately are manufacturing based which has been my employment for the last 4 years. My dilemma is how to get the résumé noticed for previous experiences related to the engineering field without deleting the previous work experience. To me, deleting the manufacturing experience would be lying and I would still have to explain the 4 year gap in employment. So it's a dilemma that's not easily resolved, so far in my research.
And when did potential employers stop sending the rejection letters? It is very frustrating to see a job you applied for 30 days ago reappear! It would be annoying to me, as an employer, to have the same person applying multiple times when they clearly weren't qualified the first time around. With today's technology, a rejection template is simple, takes mere seconds to send and gets those pesky candidates off your back. And...you want my references NOW? I'm not forking over references without knowing the particulars of the job I'm applying for. Last thing I need is potential employers calling my references and it becomes an annoyance. I kind of bypassed this issue by having two sets of references. I have the references that don't mind getting called and providing a good reference. Then I have those that are the creme of the crop, those that will assist in sealing the deal. I mean really, if you can't send a rejection email am I to believe you actually call those references prior to rejecting my application?
And to those who write that "employers are hiring experience over newbies", I'd like to know WHERE! I realize that as I age, like a fine wine, the market becomes tougher and a select few get chosen. Maybe I need to invest some monies to have a professional write my résumé. Give me some tips and tricks to at least get a foot in the door, errr, computer server.
Maybe this old dog needs to learn the new tricks. I just find it very frustrating the process has changed so significantly since I began searching back in '84.
My huge frustration is getting back into the engineering field and supporting positions. The only replies I receive lately are manufacturing based which has been my employment for the last 4 years. My dilemma is how to get the résumé noticed for previous experiences related to the engineering field without deleting the previous work experience. To me, deleting the manufacturing experience would be lying and I would still have to explain the 4 year gap in employment. So it's a dilemma that's not easily resolved, so far in my research.
And when did potential employers stop sending the rejection letters? It is very frustrating to see a job you applied for 30 days ago reappear! It would be annoying to me, as an employer, to have the same person applying multiple times when they clearly weren't qualified the first time around. With today's technology, a rejection template is simple, takes mere seconds to send and gets those pesky candidates off your back. And...you want my references NOW? I'm not forking over references without knowing the particulars of the job I'm applying for. Last thing I need is potential employers calling my references and it becomes an annoyance. I kind of bypassed this issue by having two sets of references. I have the references that don't mind getting called and providing a good reference. Then I have those that are the creme of the crop, those that will assist in sealing the deal. I mean really, if you can't send a rejection email am I to believe you actually call those references prior to rejecting my application?
And to those who write that "employers are hiring experience over newbies", I'd like to know WHERE! I realize that as I age, like a fine wine, the market becomes tougher and a select few get chosen. Maybe I need to invest some monies to have a professional write my résumé. Give me some tips and tricks to at least get a foot in the door, errr, computer server.
Maybe this old dog needs to learn the new tricks. I just find it very frustrating the process has changed so significantly since I began searching back in '84.
Monday, January 05, 2015
2015 Starts with A Thud
I just learned today that changes are coming at my place of employment. I think I've mentioned before I work in a manufacturing environment. My job isn't difficult as long as you're organized and can create a routine. I don't really like the hours as they are 12 hour shifts on a rotating schedule. In other words, one week I work Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. The next week it's opposite days. Life was good until about 6 months ago when they added another production line for me to run. So instead of 2 lines, I know run 3 lines. Walking went from 4-6 miles a night to 8-10 miles a night. Physically it has taken it's toll on my body. I am exhausted after each shift and rarely do much outside of work due to my physical ailments.
So with that back history, I just learned that starting in February we will be going to 8 hour shifts working 5 days a week. Which one would think that's a good thing, except they are taking a $1.00 an hour away from our pay. See, to lure people into accepting employment back a couple years ago (that would be me) we were sold on the $1.00 premium to work 12 hour shifts. And now that they are moving back to 8 hour shifts they are canceling that $1.00 an hour premium. Without going into Finances 101, I'll be losing approximately $5,000 a year.
Oh and I still get to run 3 production lines!
Happy F&ckin' New Year!!!
So with that back history, I just learned that starting in February we will be going to 8 hour shifts working 5 days a week. Which one would think that's a good thing, except they are taking a $1.00 an hour away from our pay. See, to lure people into accepting employment back a couple years ago (that would be me) we were sold on the $1.00 premium to work 12 hour shifts. And now that they are moving back to 8 hour shifts they are canceling that $1.00 an hour premium. Without going into Finances 101, I'll be losing approximately $5,000 a year.
Oh and I still get to run 3 production lines!
Happy F&ckin' New Year!!!
Friday, November 28, 2014
Thanksgiving 2014
The day was mostly uneventful this year. The biggest event of the day came at the expense of me. If you don't like whiny, poorest me posts, move along. This one is all about me!
I love my family, I really do. But this year really struck a bad chord with the festivities. See, it all started back many many years ago. I'm not too positive of the year because I try not to remember events that are unpopular. Unpopular, you ask? Yea, like a death of a family member unpopular. So I lost an uncle many years ago and I still carry the burden of not visiting with him the last Christmas he was alive. I had just spent a long two days with my "new" family. You know, the whole Christmas Eve and Christmas Day partying, eating and visiting. I spoke to him on the phone that evening around 6pm and apologized for not making his family dinner. I felt bad, really bad since my 1st cousin was home from the Air Force Academy and I didn't make the time to visit. Little did I know it would be the last time I spoke with my uncle as he died 2 weeks later.
So fast forward to Thanksgiving 2014 and events unfolded that has me really upset. My uncle's daughter, the other 1st cousin, was coming to visit my mom and dad with her daughter. A sparkling bundle of joy that baby is, from the pictures I've seen. I've not met her yet and would have really loved visiting with her (baby) and the family. I'm guessing it was a last minute plan because it wasn't mentioned during dinner. Maybe a surprise, I just don't know. Anyways, I was informed at 3:30 we needed to be home by 4:30 so they could prepare for the shopping event known as Black Friday. This really upset me, family ALWAYS comes first. But I'm guessing not my side of the family. I was also informed I was the designated babysitter for the evening. Now luckily, it was just the two boys and no one else's kids. That may have ended up a news segment for the 11 o'clock broadcast. Reluctantly, I left mom and dad's and we headed home. Only to get home and find out it was really 5:30 and not 4:30 everyone was leaving. Needless to say I was, and still am, pissed beyond imagination.
So needless to say, my Thanksgiving was a bust in my opinion. And unfortunately, my family will be the ones to suffer because I will NOT let these types of events to unfold ever again. The spirit of family has been desensitized to the point of greediness. I never minded the "we're leaving at 3am" type of plans because I could still enjoy my family time. But we have digressed into thinking greediness is more important than quality family time. Well today, November 28, 2014, that all stops in my household.
I really had a quality Thanksgiving post detailed out in my head for today. But a black cloud has set my mood for the holiday seasons. It's time I start being selfish and demand things are done my way. Especially when it comes to quality family time.
I hope you all had a better Thanksgiving and you were fed well. be sure to set your scales back 10 pounds!
I love my family, I really do. But this year really struck a bad chord with the festivities. See, it all started back many many years ago. I'm not too positive of the year because I try not to remember events that are unpopular. Unpopular, you ask? Yea, like a death of a family member unpopular. So I lost an uncle many years ago and I still carry the burden of not visiting with him the last Christmas he was alive. I had just spent a long two days with my "new" family. You know, the whole Christmas Eve and Christmas Day partying, eating and visiting. I spoke to him on the phone that evening around 6pm and apologized for not making his family dinner. I felt bad, really bad since my 1st cousin was home from the Air Force Academy and I didn't make the time to visit. Little did I know it would be the last time I spoke with my uncle as he died 2 weeks later.
So fast forward to Thanksgiving 2014 and events unfolded that has me really upset. My uncle's daughter, the other 1st cousin, was coming to visit my mom and dad with her daughter. A sparkling bundle of joy that baby is, from the pictures I've seen. I've not met her yet and would have really loved visiting with her (baby) and the family. I'm guessing it was a last minute plan because it wasn't mentioned during dinner. Maybe a surprise, I just don't know. Anyways, I was informed at 3:30 we needed to be home by 4:30 so they could prepare for the shopping event known as Black Friday. This really upset me, family ALWAYS comes first. But I'm guessing not my side of the family. I was also informed I was the designated babysitter for the evening. Now luckily, it was just the two boys and no one else's kids. That may have ended up a news segment for the 11 o'clock broadcast. Reluctantly, I left mom and dad's and we headed home. Only to get home and find out it was really 5:30 and not 4:30 everyone was leaving. Needless to say I was, and still am, pissed beyond imagination.
So needless to say, my Thanksgiving was a bust in my opinion. And unfortunately, my family will be the ones to suffer because I will NOT let these types of events to unfold ever again. The spirit of family has been desensitized to the point of greediness. I never minded the "we're leaving at 3am" type of plans because I could still enjoy my family time. But we have digressed into thinking greediness is more important than quality family time. Well today, November 28, 2014, that all stops in my household.
I really had a quality Thanksgiving post detailed out in my head for today. But a black cloud has set my mood for the holiday seasons. It's time I start being selfish and demand things are done my way. Especially when it comes to quality family time.
I hope you all had a better Thanksgiving and you were fed well. be sure to set your scales back 10 pounds!
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Catching Up - Part Two
Yea I know...it's been more than a month. Reality sucks and takes time away from my postings. But I have time now since its 3 am on my night off. Yes, my sleep patterns stay relatively the same when I'm off work as when I am working. So I sit and watch boring TV, read blogs, catch up on Facebook and do trivial things. I can't do much since the house is asleep and its dark outside. I thought about mowing the yard tonight by strapping flashlights to the mower. I don't think my neighbors would find the humor.
So I spoke in my last post about our guardianships. September 2010 we took guardianship of my wife's two great nephews. I won't air out the dirty laundry of the circumstances surrounding the guardianship. But I will say it was meant for the boys' best interest. They are now 9 and 6 years old. Both boys are enrolled in a private school (thanks to Indiana's School Voucher) and are thriving. I must say it was quite the culture shock as we were a house of 3 turned into 5. And being boys they are the handful. Their mom, well lets just say crack does strange things to people. Enough said...
Court costs for all this have taken a toll. I lost track but I am guessing around $15,000 was spent. I still owe around $6,000 and am struggling to maintain the finances. It's tough when you're a household income of one. But I wouldn't trade or change anything. I just pray the boys turn out decent and we can give them everything they need to live a good life. To think I'll be 61 when the youngest graduates high school. smh I hope I can stay awake during the ceremony! LOL
With my current job, my music show (Quiet on the Set!) and all the festivities surrounding it have taken a backseat. I still make a few shows for the local Indie bands and some regional bands. Right now, Captain Ivory is the hottest band. They just moved to Nashville and are going on a European tour this February. Google them and check them out, you won't be disappointed. All the bands I helped back when have mostly broken up. I still have a few of them on Facebook as friends but for the most part there's no music involved. I truly do miss those days and hope one day soon I can return to my passion.
One thing I've noticed about Facebook is the keyboard commanders and the "right to free speech". Well I leave you with this:
So I spoke in my last post about our guardianships. September 2010 we took guardianship of my wife's two great nephews. I won't air out the dirty laundry of the circumstances surrounding the guardianship. But I will say it was meant for the boys' best interest. They are now 9 and 6 years old. Both boys are enrolled in a private school (thanks to Indiana's School Voucher) and are thriving. I must say it was quite the culture shock as we were a house of 3 turned into 5. And being boys they are the handful. Their mom, well lets just say crack does strange things to people. Enough said...
Court costs for all this have taken a toll. I lost track but I am guessing around $15,000 was spent. I still owe around $6,000 and am struggling to maintain the finances. It's tough when you're a household income of one. But I wouldn't trade or change anything. I just pray the boys turn out decent and we can give them everything they need to live a good life. To think I'll be 61 when the youngest graduates high school. smh I hope I can stay awake during the ceremony! LOL
With my current job, my music show (Quiet on the Set!) and all the festivities surrounding it have taken a backseat. I still make a few shows for the local Indie bands and some regional bands. Right now, Captain Ivory is the hottest band. They just moved to Nashville and are going on a European tour this February. Google them and check them out, you won't be disappointed. All the bands I helped back when have mostly broken up. I still have a few of them on Facebook as friends but for the most part there's no music involved. I truly do miss those days and hope one day soon I can return to my passion.
One thing I've noticed about Facebook is the keyboard commanders and the "right to free speech". Well I leave you with this:
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Catching Up - Part One
I'll be breaking this down into a couple of posts, or more, depending on how energetic I feel. I mean afterall, it's been over 2 years since I've posted anything of substantial importance. I did post the story I was writing but real life took over and the story is still stuck in my head waiting for a release.
I went through my blogroll today and I ran the gamut of emotions. I found longtime bloggers still blogging, some spotty such as myself and some vacant. I also found a few bloggers who are bereft of life. Unless you have participated daily in the blogging life you cannot fathom how someone hundreds or even thousands of miles away, whom you never met, can really be apart of your life. I am hoping those that are vacant are still apart of my newsfeed and/or have me bookmarked and check in. Ksquest and CrazyUnk are bereft of life and hit me the hardest. I know they are both living comfortably on the other side now but I feel terrible for not knowing within 30 days of their passing. Maybe it's the empath in me, who knows.
Let's see...where to begin. I am working full time and while it's a burden to my life but I am thankful to be employed. At 49 years old it's a wonder kids these days will ever survive. I work 12 hour shifts from 7pm to 7:30am on a rotating schedule. This week I have Sunday and Monday off, work Tuesday and Wednesday, off Thursday and Friday and back to work Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Rinse and repeat. It's not tough work really except being on my feet 12+ hours a shift walking a minimum of 4-6 miles a night. I've had this job for 2 1/2 years now and it's really disrupted my life. I can't coach soccer, basketball or track anymore and that SUCKS. I miss my nights on the weekends and being able to participate in festivities. And I miss homecooked meals. I won't lie about that, ever. After working 3 days straight, or 7 days when working OT, I must have a homecooked meal that night off. I tire of eating sandwiches and chips. LOL
My son is a senior in high school this year. 18 years old and has his drivers permit. Doesn't have a job yet because he does struggle in school. He has worked odd jobs through the summers but mostly we want to focus on school. This year his curriculum is loaded and he'll be busy busy busy. I think dad will step in and help with homework whenever possible, such as papers and things. I am so proud of the young man he is today but he really needs a case of reality. LOL Unfortunately, we can't really afford him an allowance otherwise he'd have more spending money for things he enjoys, wants or needs. I am hoping he wants to pursue college but I'm not holding my breath. I will still poke and prod him to seek further education. Mainly I don't want him stuck in the boat I am right now, I don't have that piece of paper that gets me the better jobs. I can nail the interviews and such but it always boils down to a college degree. If I had known back in 1984...
There will be more posts to follow bringing you all up to speed. I still have to mention the guardianships we have, the progress of my health (obviously is good otherwise I wouldn't be typing this) and my love of ,music that took a back burner. And of course my humor posts.
I went through my blogroll today and I ran the gamut of emotions. I found longtime bloggers still blogging, some spotty such as myself and some vacant. I also found a few bloggers who are bereft of life. Unless you have participated daily in the blogging life you cannot fathom how someone hundreds or even thousands of miles away, whom you never met, can really be apart of your life. I am hoping those that are vacant are still apart of my newsfeed and/or have me bookmarked and check in. Ksquest and CrazyUnk are bereft of life and hit me the hardest. I know they are both living comfortably on the other side now but I feel terrible for not knowing within 30 days of their passing. Maybe it's the empath in me, who knows.
Let's see...where to begin. I am working full time and while it's a burden to my life but I am thankful to be employed. At 49 years old it's a wonder kids these days will ever survive. I work 12 hour shifts from 7pm to 7:30am on a rotating schedule. This week I have Sunday and Monday off, work Tuesday and Wednesday, off Thursday and Friday and back to work Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Rinse and repeat. It's not tough work really except being on my feet 12+ hours a shift walking a minimum of 4-6 miles a night. I've had this job for 2 1/2 years now and it's really disrupted my life. I can't coach soccer, basketball or track anymore and that SUCKS. I miss my nights on the weekends and being able to participate in festivities. And I miss homecooked meals. I won't lie about that, ever. After working 3 days straight, or 7 days when working OT, I must have a homecooked meal that night off. I tire of eating sandwiches and chips. LOL
My son is a senior in high school this year. 18 years old and has his drivers permit. Doesn't have a job yet because he does struggle in school. He has worked odd jobs through the summers but mostly we want to focus on school. This year his curriculum is loaded and he'll be busy busy busy. I think dad will step in and help with homework whenever possible, such as papers and things. I am so proud of the young man he is today but he really needs a case of reality. LOL Unfortunately, we can't really afford him an allowance otherwise he'd have more spending money for things he enjoys, wants or needs. I am hoping he wants to pursue college but I'm not holding my breath. I will still poke and prod him to seek further education. Mainly I don't want him stuck in the boat I am right now, I don't have that piece of paper that gets me the better jobs. I can nail the interviews and such but it always boils down to a college degree. If I had known back in 1984...
There will be more posts to follow bringing you all up to speed. I still have to mention the guardianships we have, the progress of my health (obviously is good otherwise I wouldn't be typing this) and my love of ,music that took a back burner. And of course my humor posts.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Clearing the Webs
Dusting off the "ol' blog" and getting back into the swing. I've done my tour of Facebook and while I enjoy connecting with friends, new and old, I'm growing weary of the social media. So I've decided to revive this blog for sanity purposes. I'm not going to publish daily, probably not weekly but definitely monthly.
I'll be posting mostly my thoughts and extended thoughts of my life. Sure, there'll be the occasional post on religion, politics, pron and humor but mostly it'll be geared towards my thoughts I wish to share.
So friends, if this won't be to your liking just click you're next bookmark. Stay tuned, more action to follow!
I'll be posting mostly my thoughts and extended thoughts of my life. Sure, there'll be the occasional post on religion, politics, pron and humor but mostly it'll be geared towards my thoughts I wish to share.
So friends, if this won't be to your liking just click you're next bookmark. Stay tuned, more action to follow!
Sunday, March 04, 2012
A Revised Cataclysm Post
As promised, here is a revised story of this original post: May 20, 2012 portion of the post.
The boys had pleaded all morning to visit the neighbors house. They have 3 children and since we've all been working there's not been much time for play. I walked with them the next farmhouse over and spent about an hour visiting and helping Jim mend a fenceline. Jim seemed like the proverbial farmer with a quick wit, stern look and the fortitude to roll with the changes. He was a God fearing man and was quick to correct my use of language. Our short conversations were filled with intelligence and humanity. Neither one of us desired the situation we're in but neither one of us desire the alternative. He needs to refine his gun handling skills and dreads the day, if it ever comes, that he must choose between his life or the life of someone else.
His wife, Abby, is a sweet gal but according to Jim, she's loaded with dynamite if you cross her. She is a wonderful cook and knows how to cut corners without sacrificing the taste. With alllot of baking goods and spices/seasoning not available, one must adapt. The 3 children are spitfires and closely have all the attributes of their parents rolled into one. The oldest is 12 years old and I think she has a crush on my son Brad. Her name is Angie and she is a heart breaker. The two younger ones are twin boys. I can tell them apart but most I've talked with claim they can't. They are 9 years old and love when the boys come to play. Jacob and Elijah are good boys and although full of mischief, its harmless mischief. Well unless you consider letting all the air out of the truck tires to see if they can get Dad mad enough to cuss harmful.
I said my goodbyes and told the boys I'd be back later in the afternoon. All three seemed to be ignoring me until a raised hand waved slightly as they ran off. I headed back across the field to the road, wanting an easier walk and enjoy such a beautiful day. Finally, the house to ourselves!!! A good lunch filled with silence and maybe a nap was in order. As I rounded the end of the drive, I caught a wiff of grilled cheese sandwiches, my favorite. I closed the driveway gate behind me and locked it. I made the 200 yard driveway in record time! I was faminished and desperately wanted some quiet time with Caroline. As I came to the perimeter fencing, I slowed down my progress and made sure the dogs knew I was coming. As I opened the gate, both dogs came barreling across the yard and about knocked me backwards. For a split second, their attention was diverted to the tree line but soon enough they were both yapping at my heels. I noticed as I made the porch entryway, they both sat and watched the tree line again.
Caroline had outdone herself. Not only had she made grilled cheese sandwiches but also a pan of chicken soup. We sat down to eat and as I was devouring the sandwich, one of the dogs let out a nervous bark. About 5 seconds later they both started a vicious barking ensemble that alarmed us. I took to the hallway, grabbed the 12 ga. shotgun loaded with 00 buckshot. First 2 rounds were 00 buckshot, the third was a deer slug and back to buckshot. If the first two shots maimed you or slowed you down, the third shot would finish the job, was my theory anways. As I made the doorway and onto the porch, the noisemakers went off on the fenceline to my left. I spun and hit the ground with one knee as I drew aim on a fella trying to climb the fence. I yelled for him to stop as he cleared the fence, hit the ground and never stopped his advancement. He just kept coming so I fired two rounds in his direction at about 30 yards. He slowed a bit, stumbled about and proceeded to gain his footing again. I yelled for him to stop again and he drew what appeared to be a handgun. I dropped him square in the chest with the slug. Theory tested and approved. Now I had 3 shots left or two...damn the adrenaline was pumping hard now. I dropped the shotgun inside the front door and unholstered my 45 acp. The dogs darted to my right just as the man came around the corner. I believe he was as surprised as I was, even moreso when the 45 let loose. First two shoots went wild as I wasn't calm, cool or collected. He made the fatal mistake of stopping to turn and retreat when the 3rd shot, well he had an extra earhole now. He hadn't even hit the ground and I was back inside the house.
We had already prepared for a home invasion by practicing certain drills. Since the kids weren't home, Caroline was to either go to the basement or head upstairs. Basement door was ajar so that was my clue she was upstairs. If she'd gone to the basement the door woulda been shut and locked. Also, the half eaten grilled cheese sandwich on the stairwell was an obvious clue. I started clearing the downstairs while keeping an eye outside. It was eerily quiet. Where were the dogs? About that time I'd finished the thought, they let out another viscious ensemble of barking. They were on the front porch still and barking to the front part of the yard. As I entered the kitchen, I heard the back door creak slightly and a shadow burst through the doorway. I fired 3 shots as I dove for cover behind the kitchen island. I heard a loud gasp followed by what can only be described as a death scream. I peeked around the island and saw nothing. I peeked over the top and nothing. I slowly rose to my feet with all my senses on high. I saw the shadow fall in the back yard and grabbing his leg. I dropped the mag and chambered another one. I'd lost count again and wasn't taking any chances. As I stared out the door at the man, another man bolted from beside the doorway and headed out across the yard. I dropped him second shot and he didn't move. About the same time, I heard gunshots from inside the house. Damn I'd forgotten all about the dogs backing out front! Had someone gotten past the dogs? 4,5,6 shots rang out and my mind shifted to defensive mode. Then from the front yard I heard someone yell..."Sum of a Bi...." His voice trailed off and I made the front door just as he made the treeline. 4 more shots rang out from upstairs and I hollered for Caroline. She knocked twice on the floor that signaled me she was ok.
We both sat very still for what seemed like hours. Nothing but the eery silence again and the dogs panting. Or was it my heart? I could hear her begn to rustle upstairs and I quietly told her to remain still. She thumped back in her "Oh no you din't" voice she was checking the property out. Yes dear... A few minutes later she said it looked clear and I made my way out the backdoor to check on my shadow man. As I approached him, I was on full alert and ready for anything. He was ashen gray now and lifeless. Upon further investigation, my shot had hit the femoral artery and he bled out. The other man was lifeless and had no vital signs either. I made my way back into the house, called the dogs in and hunkered down for a another attack. 5 men and all attacking from different directions. Speaking of the 5th man...
We both sat quietly for an hour. One reason was we both needed to regain our composure and secondly we needed to make damn sure there weren't more armed attackers. I took this downtime to inventory my ammo, shape of both firearms and making mental notes. Shotgun has 3 shells left and 45 has a partial clip. Other clip is laying on the kitchen floor. As I recounted, I had fired 6 shots from the first mag and two from the second mag. If there was another attack, I'd have to be selective now on shots and this wasn't good. I could move belly prone across the hardwood floors and not be seen. But to get to the extra ammo I'd have to open the closet door. This movement alone would give a signal to anyone watching the house. I couldn't risk it right now. I could hear Caroline reloading the rifle and she let out a sigh. Not in relief but in disgust. I whispered if she was ok and she said yes very bluntly. I didn't press the issue as I knew better. I'd heard that tone a few times before.
Both men in the backyard had a disheveled look. Maybe the were homeless and wanting food. But why the armed attack? I mean its not really that bad right now, or is it? Crack heads looking for an easy score? Well not as easy as they thought! Still, the 5th man got away. I'll have to ask Caroline what happened after she shot at him. After 45 minutes the dogs weren't showing any interest in anything but hunkering down for a nap. I decided it was time to move and make haste towards the closet. Found the box of shells and 45 ammo. I stuffed my pockets with both, shells on my left and casings on my right. Grabbed the shotgun and headed upstairs quickly, two steps at a time. I found her peeking out the window and tears streaming down her face. I grabbed ahold of her in the biggest hug of our lives. I asked why she was still crying after 45 minutes. I know her well enough that this length of crying time was very unusual. She broke the hug and showed me her rifle. "I thought I had the 270 but when I shot the first round I knew immediately I'd grabbed the .22.", she exclaimed. "I let him escape alive. I know I hit him at least 3 times and one shot was in the butt." Well at least she hit the mark I thought to myself. Amazingly, she's more upset she grabbed the wrong rifle instead of 4 dead men in our yard.
We grabbed the 270, her 380 and my 30/30 along with ammo. We headed downstairs and she went out back to few the dead men. She stood in silence for a moment and then she kicked one square in the head. She went out the the bell we had and rang it 3 times, waited a couple minutes and rang it 3 more times. After a shorter pause she rang it twice. That was our signal to the boys, as practiced, we needed help BUT it could still be dangerous. Pretty sure they heard all the shooting and would be waiting for a signal. As she was ringing the bell, I removed all weapons from the dead men. One gun, ball bat, knife and razor blade is all I could find. Seriously? I left the bodies as they were, figuring we'd have to explain ourselves to the law enforcement. I went to check on Caroline and as I rounded the house, there she sat focused on the treeline. "I hear some movement coming thru the trees.", she stated calmly. I took cover at the burning barrel and kept a close eye for signs of movement. I could hear the movement now and voices. Then it went quiet. The dogs sat at the fenceline waiting patiently for anything. Ears were perked, noses in the air and they were tense. About this time, a voice called out. "Teddy" to which I replied, "Rough Riders!" It was Brad and the boys along with the neighbors. One by one they made their way from the treeline to the fence with the next in line waiting until the other reached the fence. Brad was the last one to come across and we all gave hugs along with handshakes. Jim complimented our son. He said the first shot rang out and he sprung into action ordering us to take cover. He also took charge when the gunshots ceased and again when the bell rang. I could not help but beam from ear to ear.
The women took the kids inside for refeshments. I asked Jim if he knew about handguns and he stated matter of factly he did. I handed him my 45 and my son the 30/30. Brad headed inside to get his stash of defensive armaments and returned with a 9mm, .40 and his 270. He handed Jim his .40 and gave me back my 45. Had his BOB of ammo and my BOB of other supplies in hand also. We talked of the 5th man and his direction of travel. We decided we'd call the LEO's first and get them headed this way. Jim went inside to use the phone as he knew the area better than we did and knew a few of the LEO's. He returned with news that it may take a few hours and might even be tomorrow before they got here. I hollered at Caroline to get the older tarps and get these scumbags covered up. I was tired of looking at them and I didn't want the kids to be mentally traumatized. Well, I didn't want the mental images but the kids were a good excuse.
After a quick bite to eat, Brad and I set out to find our 5th man. Jim stayed behind with the families to provide extra man power. He had no business being out with us and he definitely was out of his element around the bodies. Brad found the first sign of bodily damage as a few spots of blood were located just over the fence. Spots of blood were minimal and I used 1% peroxide to test if its blood or not. Just about to the treeline and the blood spots were about penny sized now and always to the right side of the path. In a patch of dirt, we found a footprint and drew a picture along with some measurments. As we entered the trees, we could follow the trail easily as the older leaves were overturned and scattered. We spread out to about 15 yards apart and made our advancement along the trail. We would stop every 50 yards or so, sit quietly for minutes and listen for noise. Just as we were closing in on the other side, I saw movement ahead and signaled to stop. I watched as the movement took shape into a man dancing around in a circle...without pants on! He was wiping off his legs with his pants and holding it firmly to his butt cheek. I giggled quietly and motioned for Brad to stay put. He was about 75 yards off and too far, for me anyways, to make a surprise rush. I crouched as I moved forward hoping to not make noise before I could close the distance. As I got closer I gained momentum and at 25 yards I was at full rush. He looked up with an "Oh Crap" look on his face as I lowered my shoulder and knocked him to the ground. He hit the ground hard and I pointed the shotgun right in his face. "Don't say a word or you'll die right here in front of Mother Nature and all her flesh eating critters!"
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He was definitely our man as he had 3 small wounds on his body, one was in his butt cheek. We dressed his wounds, dressed him with pants and secured his wrists with Zip Ties. He was ranting and raving the whole time and I eventually gagged him. He was obviously a drug user as he was shaking and twitching as if he needed a fix. We walked the 30 minutes back to the house without much incident, well except for getting over the fence. We kinda just let him fall over without assistance. Anyways, we made it safely home to be greeted by family and canines. We took our prisoner and tied him to the clothesline post. We then tied one of the dogs to the other post with just enough chain to be within 4 feet of him. We then tied the dogs favorite toy just above his head and she started yapping and barking. Doing whatever she could to get the toy, she was making a ruckus that rattled my nerves and I wasn't even near them. I hollered at him she'd eventually give up and as long as he didn't move or make a sound she'd stay quiet. We all headed inside to discuss what next. Brad took the kids upstairs to occupy their time and keep watch. The little ones had no clue what happened and I preferred to keep it that way, for now. Jim called the LEO's again and informed them we'd captured the 5th man. He was informed they'd be out at 7am the following morning. We were not to cause any bodily harm to our prisoner and should provide him with accomodations. So after a well-deserved meal we set out to accomodate our new guest. We built a fire near him for warmth, ungagged him to fed him and then poured 1/2 gallon of water into his mouth. Reapplied the gag and shook the toy for the dog. Accomodation complete!
Jim and family spent the night with us. We took turns watching for more unfriendlies and we discussed developing a neighborhood watch sentry system. We would call for a meeting within the week. After today's event, we needed to move forward and quickly. Around first light I walked the 200 yards to the front entrance. I wanted to meet the LEO and not risk them getting shot or us for that matter. They arrived abit before 7 am and we exchanged greetings. They came with a squad SUV and a paddy wagon along with 5 personnel. One sherriff, two deputies, one coroner and one gopher. We rode up to the house without fanfare as I guessed the kids were still asleep or just waking up. We made the way to the front area while the coroner and gopher went to work. Caroline had made coffee and biscuits and we each took a cup. These guys seemed nice enough and we felt comfortable around them. Jim came lumbering out the door and greeted his friends with much delight. Each deputy took an adult aside and took our statements. They also took Jim and Abby aside to hear their version of the story. The coroner and gopher headed around to the back area with us in tow. The sheriff busted out in a hearty chuckle when he saw our guest and the yapping dog. He went and untied the man and let the gag loose enough for him to mumble. The dog torture had obvious effects as he wanted nothing more then far away from the house. He really freaked out when he learned the man attending to his wounds was a coroner.
The whole process took a little less than two hours. The man was loaded into the paddy wagon along with his buddies in body bags. The deputies confirmed our accounts and the sheriff was convinced it was a good shoot. We talked abit about the happenings around the county and he gave us accounts of similar shootings being commonplace now. We were given the green light to protect our property and lives without hesitation, without it being said directly. I sensed trouble was coming soon and he wanted us all to be proactive and not reactive. He said a deputy would stop by weekly to check on us, that being Deputy John. John took to playing with the kids and made quick work of their game of tag. A younger man around 25-28 I guessed and had a military presence about his demeanor. I mentioned he should at least hit the siren or horn before making the trip up the driveway. I'd have to talk with this young man and find out more. If he had military training it could prove invaluable to making our homestead safer and our new community safer too.
Our meeting with the neighbors was very productive. Of course the hot topic was protection since the attack on us has worried the neighbors. We have beefed up our first warning by adding a few dogs to our homestead. And more weapons are available for quick response. As for the neighbors, we have devised a patrol plan that will involve everyone and a scheduled rotation. We are also planning a training session for weapons use. Of the 12 families, 4 men and 1 woman have military or weapons training. These 5 have been tasked with providing all participating families with training, weapons and ammunition. Each house is to have at least 1 handgun and one shotgun or rifle and the required training of each. We have mapped out the area of 12 families and assigned sector numbers. We have made plans to visit each sector and take a daily traffic report of outsiders. Being so close to town, its impossible to shutdown the roadways, as the people would view this as a hostile act. We want to remain "invisible" if at all possible. Areas with the highest traffic will get the immediate attention of protecting the homesteads and subsequent training. We have drafted a manual for all to read and hopefully adhere too. It's in a basic outline form and a few of us will be collaborating the writing effort. There is not much we can fix about people on foot through the countryside. This will be apart of regular patrols both day and nighttime.
The local authorities stopped by our meeting to lend suggestions and support. While vigilantism is discouraged, the mood has shifted to our protective rights. They assured us they'd not interfere as long as we didn't become the aggressors. This created a bug sigh of relief. They are seriously understaffed and talk amongst our "elders" and Sheriff was grim. He told us armed gangs have been seen moving about the larger cities. He has also had reports of more traffic in and about the county. No attacks other than the usual home invasions or thefts by 1 or 2 people. The town medical center has been at capacity with the recent onslaught of personal attacks. Minor to serious injuries and thankfully only the bad guys have been reported deceased. He has sent his reports to the state government and also to the National Guard base. All local authorites are now on alert and 24 hour call. Something is about to happen and he wants to be prepared. He chuckled when he talked of our prisoner. He said the dog did a number on his mental stability and he told them anything they wanted to know. He had mostly useless information but did provide some information on unsolved crimes.
Root cellars will be built very soon as the equipment, gas and manpower is now available. Supplies are being delivered within the week and plans are set in motion! It's all starting to take shape...
The boys had pleaded all morning to visit the neighbors house. They have 3 children and since we've all been working there's not been much time for play. I walked with them the next farmhouse over and spent about an hour visiting and helping Jim mend a fenceline. Jim seemed like the proverbial farmer with a quick wit, stern look and the fortitude to roll with the changes. He was a God fearing man and was quick to correct my use of language. Our short conversations were filled with intelligence and humanity. Neither one of us desired the situation we're in but neither one of us desire the alternative. He needs to refine his gun handling skills and dreads the day, if it ever comes, that he must choose between his life or the life of someone else.
His wife, Abby, is a sweet gal but according to Jim, she's loaded with dynamite if you cross her. She is a wonderful cook and knows how to cut corners without sacrificing the taste. With alllot of baking goods and spices/seasoning not available, one must adapt. The 3 children are spitfires and closely have all the attributes of their parents rolled into one. The oldest is 12 years old and I think she has a crush on my son Brad. Her name is Angie and she is a heart breaker. The two younger ones are twin boys. I can tell them apart but most I've talked with claim they can't. They are 9 years old and love when the boys come to play. Jacob and Elijah are good boys and although full of mischief, its harmless mischief. Well unless you consider letting all the air out of the truck tires to see if they can get Dad mad enough to cuss harmful.
I said my goodbyes and told the boys I'd be back later in the afternoon. All three seemed to be ignoring me until a raised hand waved slightly as they ran off. I headed back across the field to the road, wanting an easier walk and enjoy such a beautiful day. Finally, the house to ourselves!!! A good lunch filled with silence and maybe a nap was in order. As I rounded the end of the drive, I caught a wiff of grilled cheese sandwiches, my favorite. I closed the driveway gate behind me and locked it. I made the 200 yard driveway in record time! I was faminished and desperately wanted some quiet time with Caroline. As I came to the perimeter fencing, I slowed down my progress and made sure the dogs knew I was coming. As I opened the gate, both dogs came barreling across the yard and about knocked me backwards. For a split second, their attention was diverted to the tree line but soon enough they were both yapping at my heels. I noticed as I made the porch entryway, they both sat and watched the tree line again.
Caroline had outdone herself. Not only had she made grilled cheese sandwiches but also a pan of chicken soup. We sat down to eat and as I was devouring the sandwich, one of the dogs let out a nervous bark. About 5 seconds later they both started a vicious barking ensemble that alarmed us. I took to the hallway, grabbed the 12 ga. shotgun loaded with 00 buckshot. First 2 rounds were 00 buckshot, the third was a deer slug and back to buckshot. If the first two shots maimed you or slowed you down, the third shot would finish the job, was my theory anways. As I made the doorway and onto the porch, the noisemakers went off on the fenceline to my left. I spun and hit the ground with one knee as I drew aim on a fella trying to climb the fence. I yelled for him to stop as he cleared the fence, hit the ground and never stopped his advancement. He just kept coming so I fired two rounds in his direction at about 30 yards. He slowed a bit, stumbled about and proceeded to gain his footing again. I yelled for him to stop again and he drew what appeared to be a handgun. I dropped him square in the chest with the slug. Theory tested and approved. Now I had 3 shots left or two...damn the adrenaline was pumping hard now. I dropped the shotgun inside the front door and unholstered my 45 acp. The dogs darted to my right just as the man came around the corner. I believe he was as surprised as I was, even moreso when the 45 let loose. First two shoots went wild as I wasn't calm, cool or collected. He made the fatal mistake of stopping to turn and retreat when the 3rd shot, well he had an extra earhole now. He hadn't even hit the ground and I was back inside the house.
We had already prepared for a home invasion by practicing certain drills. Since the kids weren't home, Caroline was to either go to the basement or head upstairs. Basement door was ajar so that was my clue she was upstairs. If she'd gone to the basement the door woulda been shut and locked. Also, the half eaten grilled cheese sandwich on the stairwell was an obvious clue. I started clearing the downstairs while keeping an eye outside. It was eerily quiet. Where were the dogs? About that time I'd finished the thought, they let out another viscious ensemble of barking. They were on the front porch still and barking to the front part of the yard. As I entered the kitchen, I heard the back door creak slightly and a shadow burst through the doorway. I fired 3 shots as I dove for cover behind the kitchen island. I heard a loud gasp followed by what can only be described as a death scream. I peeked around the island and saw nothing. I peeked over the top and nothing. I slowly rose to my feet with all my senses on high. I saw the shadow fall in the back yard and grabbing his leg. I dropped the mag and chambered another one. I'd lost count again and wasn't taking any chances. As I stared out the door at the man, another man bolted from beside the doorway and headed out across the yard. I dropped him second shot and he didn't move. About the same time, I heard gunshots from inside the house. Damn I'd forgotten all about the dogs backing out front! Had someone gotten past the dogs? 4,5,6 shots rang out and my mind shifted to defensive mode. Then from the front yard I heard someone yell..."Sum of a Bi...." His voice trailed off and I made the front door just as he made the treeline. 4 more shots rang out from upstairs and I hollered for Caroline. She knocked twice on the floor that signaled me she was ok.
We both sat very still for what seemed like hours. Nothing but the eery silence again and the dogs panting. Or was it my heart? I could hear her begn to rustle upstairs and I quietly told her to remain still. She thumped back in her "Oh no you din't" voice she was checking the property out. Yes dear... A few minutes later she said it looked clear and I made my way out the backdoor to check on my shadow man. As I approached him, I was on full alert and ready for anything. He was ashen gray now and lifeless. Upon further investigation, my shot had hit the femoral artery and he bled out. The other man was lifeless and had no vital signs either. I made my way back into the house, called the dogs in and hunkered down for a another attack. 5 men and all attacking from different directions. Speaking of the 5th man...
We both sat quietly for an hour. One reason was we both needed to regain our composure and secondly we needed to make damn sure there weren't more armed attackers. I took this downtime to inventory my ammo, shape of both firearms and making mental notes. Shotgun has 3 shells left and 45 has a partial clip. Other clip is laying on the kitchen floor. As I recounted, I had fired 6 shots from the first mag and two from the second mag. If there was another attack, I'd have to be selective now on shots and this wasn't good. I could move belly prone across the hardwood floors and not be seen. But to get to the extra ammo I'd have to open the closet door. This movement alone would give a signal to anyone watching the house. I couldn't risk it right now. I could hear Caroline reloading the rifle and she let out a sigh. Not in relief but in disgust. I whispered if she was ok and she said yes very bluntly. I didn't press the issue as I knew better. I'd heard that tone a few times before.
Both men in the backyard had a disheveled look. Maybe the were homeless and wanting food. But why the armed attack? I mean its not really that bad right now, or is it? Crack heads looking for an easy score? Well not as easy as they thought! Still, the 5th man got away. I'll have to ask Caroline what happened after she shot at him. After 45 minutes the dogs weren't showing any interest in anything but hunkering down for a nap. I decided it was time to move and make haste towards the closet. Found the box of shells and 45 ammo. I stuffed my pockets with both, shells on my left and casings on my right. Grabbed the shotgun and headed upstairs quickly, two steps at a time. I found her peeking out the window and tears streaming down her face. I grabbed ahold of her in the biggest hug of our lives. I asked why she was still crying after 45 minutes. I know her well enough that this length of crying time was very unusual. She broke the hug and showed me her rifle. "I thought I had the 270 but when I shot the first round I knew immediately I'd grabbed the .22.", she exclaimed. "I let him escape alive. I know I hit him at least 3 times and one shot was in the butt." Well at least she hit the mark I thought to myself. Amazingly, she's more upset she grabbed the wrong rifle instead of 4 dead men in our yard.
We grabbed the 270, her 380 and my 30/30 along with ammo. We headed downstairs and she went out back to few the dead men. She stood in silence for a moment and then she kicked one square in the head. She went out the the bell we had and rang it 3 times, waited a couple minutes and rang it 3 more times. After a shorter pause she rang it twice. That was our signal to the boys, as practiced, we needed help BUT it could still be dangerous. Pretty sure they heard all the shooting and would be waiting for a signal. As she was ringing the bell, I removed all weapons from the dead men. One gun, ball bat, knife and razor blade is all I could find. Seriously? I left the bodies as they were, figuring we'd have to explain ourselves to the law enforcement. I went to check on Caroline and as I rounded the house, there she sat focused on the treeline. "I hear some movement coming thru the trees.", she stated calmly. I took cover at the burning barrel and kept a close eye for signs of movement. I could hear the movement now and voices. Then it went quiet. The dogs sat at the fenceline waiting patiently for anything. Ears were perked, noses in the air and they were tense. About this time, a voice called out. "Teddy" to which I replied, "Rough Riders!" It was Brad and the boys along with the neighbors. One by one they made their way from the treeline to the fence with the next in line waiting until the other reached the fence. Brad was the last one to come across and we all gave hugs along with handshakes. Jim complimented our son. He said the first shot rang out and he sprung into action ordering us to take cover. He also took charge when the gunshots ceased and again when the bell rang. I could not help but beam from ear to ear.
The women took the kids inside for refeshments. I asked Jim if he knew about handguns and he stated matter of factly he did. I handed him my 45 and my son the 30/30. Brad headed inside to get his stash of defensive armaments and returned with a 9mm, .40 and his 270. He handed Jim his .40 and gave me back my 45. Had his BOB of ammo and my BOB of other supplies in hand also. We talked of the 5th man and his direction of travel. We decided we'd call the LEO's first and get them headed this way. Jim went inside to use the phone as he knew the area better than we did and knew a few of the LEO's. He returned with news that it may take a few hours and might even be tomorrow before they got here. I hollered at Caroline to get the older tarps and get these scumbags covered up. I was tired of looking at them and I didn't want the kids to be mentally traumatized. Well, I didn't want the mental images but the kids were a good excuse.
After a quick bite to eat, Brad and I set out to find our 5th man. Jim stayed behind with the families to provide extra man power. He had no business being out with us and he definitely was out of his element around the bodies. Brad found the first sign of bodily damage as a few spots of blood were located just over the fence. Spots of blood were minimal and I used 1% peroxide to test if its blood or not. Just about to the treeline and the blood spots were about penny sized now and always to the right side of the path. In a patch of dirt, we found a footprint and drew a picture along with some measurments. As we entered the trees, we could follow the trail easily as the older leaves were overturned and scattered. We spread out to about 15 yards apart and made our advancement along the trail. We would stop every 50 yards or so, sit quietly for minutes and listen for noise. Just as we were closing in on the other side, I saw movement ahead and signaled to stop. I watched as the movement took shape into a man dancing around in a circle...without pants on! He was wiping off his legs with his pants and holding it firmly to his butt cheek. I giggled quietly and motioned for Brad to stay put. He was about 75 yards off and too far, for me anyways, to make a surprise rush. I crouched as I moved forward hoping to not make noise before I could close the distance. As I got closer I gained momentum and at 25 yards I was at full rush. He looked up with an "Oh Crap" look on his face as I lowered my shoulder and knocked him to the ground. He hit the ground hard and I pointed the shotgun right in his face. "Don't say a word or you'll die right here in front of Mother Nature and all her flesh eating critters!"
Continued
He was definitely our man as he had 3 small wounds on his body, one was in his butt cheek. We dressed his wounds, dressed him with pants and secured his wrists with Zip Ties. He was ranting and raving the whole time and I eventually gagged him. He was obviously a drug user as he was shaking and twitching as if he needed a fix. We walked the 30 minutes back to the house without much incident, well except for getting over the fence. We kinda just let him fall over without assistance. Anyways, we made it safely home to be greeted by family and canines. We took our prisoner and tied him to the clothesline post. We then tied one of the dogs to the other post with just enough chain to be within 4 feet of him. We then tied the dogs favorite toy just above his head and she started yapping and barking. Doing whatever she could to get the toy, she was making a ruckus that rattled my nerves and I wasn't even near them. I hollered at him she'd eventually give up and as long as he didn't move or make a sound she'd stay quiet. We all headed inside to discuss what next. Brad took the kids upstairs to occupy their time and keep watch. The little ones had no clue what happened and I preferred to keep it that way, for now. Jim called the LEO's again and informed them we'd captured the 5th man. He was informed they'd be out at 7am the following morning. We were not to cause any bodily harm to our prisoner and should provide him with accomodations. So after a well-deserved meal we set out to accomodate our new guest. We built a fire near him for warmth, ungagged him to fed him and then poured 1/2 gallon of water into his mouth. Reapplied the gag and shook the toy for the dog. Accomodation complete!
Jim and family spent the night with us. We took turns watching for more unfriendlies and we discussed developing a neighborhood watch sentry system. We would call for a meeting within the week. After today's event, we needed to move forward and quickly. Around first light I walked the 200 yards to the front entrance. I wanted to meet the LEO and not risk them getting shot or us for that matter. They arrived abit before 7 am and we exchanged greetings. They came with a squad SUV and a paddy wagon along with 5 personnel. One sherriff, two deputies, one coroner and one gopher. We rode up to the house without fanfare as I guessed the kids were still asleep or just waking up. We made the way to the front area while the coroner and gopher went to work. Caroline had made coffee and biscuits and we each took a cup. These guys seemed nice enough and we felt comfortable around them. Jim came lumbering out the door and greeted his friends with much delight. Each deputy took an adult aside and took our statements. They also took Jim and Abby aside to hear their version of the story. The coroner and gopher headed around to the back area with us in tow. The sheriff busted out in a hearty chuckle when he saw our guest and the yapping dog. He went and untied the man and let the gag loose enough for him to mumble. The dog torture had obvious effects as he wanted nothing more then far away from the house. He really freaked out when he learned the man attending to his wounds was a coroner.
The whole process took a little less than two hours. The man was loaded into the paddy wagon along with his buddies in body bags. The deputies confirmed our accounts and the sheriff was convinced it was a good shoot. We talked abit about the happenings around the county and he gave us accounts of similar shootings being commonplace now. We were given the green light to protect our property and lives without hesitation, without it being said directly. I sensed trouble was coming soon and he wanted us all to be proactive and not reactive. He said a deputy would stop by weekly to check on us, that being Deputy John. John took to playing with the kids and made quick work of their game of tag. A younger man around 25-28 I guessed and had a military presence about his demeanor. I mentioned he should at least hit the siren or horn before making the trip up the driveway. I'd have to talk with this young man and find out more. If he had military training it could prove invaluable to making our homestead safer and our new community safer too.
Our meeting with the neighbors was very productive. Of course the hot topic was protection since the attack on us has worried the neighbors. We have beefed up our first warning by adding a few dogs to our homestead. And more weapons are available for quick response. As for the neighbors, we have devised a patrol plan that will involve everyone and a scheduled rotation. We are also planning a training session for weapons use. Of the 12 families, 4 men and 1 woman have military or weapons training. These 5 have been tasked with providing all participating families with training, weapons and ammunition. Each house is to have at least 1 handgun and one shotgun or rifle and the required training of each. We have mapped out the area of 12 families and assigned sector numbers. We have made plans to visit each sector and take a daily traffic report of outsiders. Being so close to town, its impossible to shutdown the roadways, as the people would view this as a hostile act. We want to remain "invisible" if at all possible. Areas with the highest traffic will get the immediate attention of protecting the homesteads and subsequent training. We have drafted a manual for all to read and hopefully adhere too. It's in a basic outline form and a few of us will be collaborating the writing effort. There is not much we can fix about people on foot through the countryside. This will be apart of regular patrols both day and nighttime.
The local authorities stopped by our meeting to lend suggestions and support. While vigilantism is discouraged, the mood has shifted to our protective rights. They assured us they'd not interfere as long as we didn't become the aggressors. This created a bug sigh of relief. They are seriously understaffed and talk amongst our "elders" and Sheriff was grim. He told us armed gangs have been seen moving about the larger cities. He has also had reports of more traffic in and about the county. No attacks other than the usual home invasions or thefts by 1 or 2 people. The town medical center has been at capacity with the recent onslaught of personal attacks. Minor to serious injuries and thankfully only the bad guys have been reported deceased. He has sent his reports to the state government and also to the National Guard base. All local authorites are now on alert and 24 hour call. Something is about to happen and he wants to be prepared. He chuckled when he talked of our prisoner. He said the dog did a number on his mental stability and he told them anything they wanted to know. He had mostly useless information but did provide some information on unsolved crimes.
Root cellars will be built very soon as the equipment, gas and manpower is now available. Supplies are being delivered within the week and plans are set in motion! It's all starting to take shape...
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Post Holiday Update
**sighs**
January 5th 2012 and September 25 2006 now have something in common. Yes, I had another heart episode but this time they're are not sure IF a heart attack occurred. I did have a previous stent that was over 95% blocked and with a new one placed, I am healed. Well sort of...coronary heart disease is a disease and is an ongoing battle to stay ahead of the game.
That morning after work I had the usual routine of coming home, watching some tv with the family, coffee, breakfast, medicines, etc... I laid down around 9:30 am right after the wife left for a doctors appointment. My sister-in-law was here babysitting Lil Man so I could slumber. About 9:45 I didn't feel quite right and decided to take my blood pressure. It was 160/100 so I took a few minutes to relax myself. I took my blood pressure again and it hadn't changed so I took a nitro pill, which usually knocks the blood pressure down instantly. However this time, the BP had risen to 170/100.
I got dressed in sweats and a tee shirt and headed out to the living room. I told my SIL to hang up the phone and take my BP. She did and it was still 170/100. She immediately called 911 upon my request. The ball was set in motion...calling the wife, getting my wallet, getting the dogs put up and getting Lil Man situated. By the time the paramedics got there, I was having pains in my neck, jaw and chest. BP was 190/130 and 4 nitro sprays with 4 baby aspirin didn't do anything. Now I'm getting worried...
The ride in the ambulance was uneventful as no sirens, blowing stop lights or anything. Now silly as this might sound, this calmed me allot! While the bP was still elevated the fact no sirens or rushing was a sign things weren't about to escalate to serious. I will say the young paramedic didn't help my BP any as she was cute and giggled at my silly jokes.
The emergency room was about as exciting as the ambulance ride. Spoke to quite a few doctors and nurses telling the same story over and over. At one point the put nitro paste on my chest and again, didn't counter-act the high BP. A heart doctor came in while my dad was there and asked why I was sweating. I responded I had no idea as I was laying perfectly still. Well DUH...we all know sweating is a sign! I mean serious sweating here people. He laughed and said he knew why, he just wanted to see if I knew. He explained I'd be receiving angioplasty to see what all the excitement was about. This was around 11 am, as far as I can remember. Next thing I know I'm being prepped and readied for the procedure. I don't really remember much about that except when they opened the blocked artery, my body felt a warm rush.
The rest was all a blur as it seemed to happen so quickly. I spent two days in the hospital and received the greatest care. The nurses were great and made me as comfortable as possible.
All seriousness aside, Lil Man made the comment of the year. While the paramedics were hooking up the ekg machine, Lil Man asked, "Why are they hooking you up to a microwave? Are you that hungry? I get you a poptart and some juice."
So there you have it folks...my New Year started off with a bang! Change of medications and my BP is now 90/60 resting and I'm feeling better each day. I still have along way to recovery, both mentally and physically. The lingering question of my mortality isn't as prevalent as last time. More so the question of "I thought I was ok after the first one?" Well I soon found out after a follow-up visit and a stern lecture its an ongoing process. I have my moments of intelligence and wisdom but I have twice as many times of ignorance and blindness. I'm now trying to merge the two into one and fight this battle head on!
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January 5th 2012 and September 25 2006 now have something in common. Yes, I had another heart episode but this time they're are not sure IF a heart attack occurred. I did have a previous stent that was over 95% blocked and with a new one placed, I am healed. Well sort of...coronary heart disease is a disease and is an ongoing battle to stay ahead of the game.
That morning after work I had the usual routine of coming home, watching some tv with the family, coffee, breakfast, medicines, etc... I laid down around 9:30 am right after the wife left for a doctors appointment. My sister-in-law was here babysitting Lil Man so I could slumber. About 9:45 I didn't feel quite right and decided to take my blood pressure. It was 160/100 so I took a few minutes to relax myself. I took my blood pressure again and it hadn't changed so I took a nitro pill, which usually knocks the blood pressure down instantly. However this time, the BP had risen to 170/100.
I got dressed in sweats and a tee shirt and headed out to the living room. I told my SIL to hang up the phone and take my BP. She did and it was still 170/100. She immediately called 911 upon my request. The ball was set in motion...calling the wife, getting my wallet, getting the dogs put up and getting Lil Man situated. By the time the paramedics got there, I was having pains in my neck, jaw and chest. BP was 190/130 and 4 nitro sprays with 4 baby aspirin didn't do anything. Now I'm getting worried...
The ride in the ambulance was uneventful as no sirens, blowing stop lights or anything. Now silly as this might sound, this calmed me allot! While the bP was still elevated the fact no sirens or rushing was a sign things weren't about to escalate to serious. I will say the young paramedic didn't help my BP any as she was cute and giggled at my silly jokes.
The emergency room was about as exciting as the ambulance ride. Spoke to quite a few doctors and nurses telling the same story over and over. At one point the put nitro paste on my chest and again, didn't counter-act the high BP. A heart doctor came in while my dad was there and asked why I was sweating. I responded I had no idea as I was laying perfectly still. Well DUH...we all know sweating is a sign! I mean serious sweating here people. He laughed and said he knew why, he just wanted to see if I knew. He explained I'd be receiving angioplasty to see what all the excitement was about. This was around 11 am, as far as I can remember. Next thing I know I'm being prepped and readied for the procedure. I don't really remember much about that except when they opened the blocked artery, my body felt a warm rush.
The rest was all a blur as it seemed to happen so quickly. I spent two days in the hospital and received the greatest care. The nurses were great and made me as comfortable as possible.
All seriousness aside, Lil Man made the comment of the year. While the paramedics were hooking up the ekg machine, Lil Man asked, "Why are they hooking you up to a microwave? Are you that hungry? I get you a poptart and some juice."
So there you have it folks...my New Year started off with a bang! Change of medications and my BP is now 90/60 resting and I'm feeling better each day. I still have along way to recovery, both mentally and physically. The lingering question of my mortality isn't as prevalent as last time. More so the question of "I thought I was ok after the first one?" Well I soon found out after a follow-up visit and a stern lecture its an ongoing process. I have my moments of intelligence and wisdom but I have twice as many times of ignorance and blindness. I'm now trying to merge the two into one and fight this battle head on!
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Sunday, December 18, 2011
A Holiday Update
Yes...I am still alive and kicking. I regret that I've not posted in awhile but life has been very chaotic, to say the least. Now to the news...
I have a job!!! Yes, I've been gainfully employed since October and am working 3rd shift, 11:00 pm - 7:30 am. Sleeping schedule is set but is very erratic. I get to bed on time and get up on time. It's all the commotion in-between that has me frazzled. lol Anyways...job is good and its nice having money to pay bills and purchase the necessities for life. While its not a great paying job, its a job nevertheless. Beggars can't be choosers!
Status update on my dad...Prayers have been answered! He has been given a clean bill of health on the cancer. He went through radiation therapy and the last blood test showed no signs of cancer.
We also obtained temporary guardianship of the wifes two nephews, age 4 and 6. That was a battle itself and will still be an ongoing battle until we can obtain permanent. I won't go into details here but will just say for the record, I don't make it a habit to take in kids. So having that stated, it was imperative we took control of their lives rather then see them spiral into the abyss. Yes...more added stress, costs and so much for "retiring" from parenting in 4 years. lol
As for my story...I will return to posting after January 1st. I have decided to spend more time producing quality rather than quantity. While I have enjoyed reading my own story, I see holes and blanks that need filled. I will be adding moire details to the content, contemplating adding a fictional State with towns and giving it more meat. I may continue writing and posting like I have, for now. I am still riding the fence on if I should write it as a novel. My grammar and the use of the English language isn't exceptional but I'm all for someone else editing my mistakes, if it ever is considered for publication.
Merry Christmas to all my fellow bloggers and loyal readers!
I have a job!!! Yes, I've been gainfully employed since October and am working 3rd shift, 11:00 pm - 7:30 am. Sleeping schedule is set but is very erratic. I get to bed on time and get up on time. It's all the commotion in-between that has me frazzled. lol Anyways...job is good and its nice having money to pay bills and purchase the necessities for life. While its not a great paying job, its a job nevertheless. Beggars can't be choosers!
Status update on my dad...Prayers have been answered! He has been given a clean bill of health on the cancer. He went through radiation therapy and the last blood test showed no signs of cancer.
We also obtained temporary guardianship of the wifes two nephews, age 4 and 6. That was a battle itself and will still be an ongoing battle until we can obtain permanent. I won't go into details here but will just say for the record, I don't make it a habit to take in kids. So having that stated, it was imperative we took control of their lives rather then see them spiral into the abyss. Yes...more added stress, costs and so much for "retiring" from parenting in 4 years. lol
As for my story...I will return to posting after January 1st. I have decided to spend more time producing quality rather than quantity. While I have enjoyed reading my own story, I see holes and blanks that need filled. I will be adding moire details to the content, contemplating adding a fictional State with towns and giving it more meat. I may continue writing and posting like I have, for now. I am still riding the fence on if I should write it as a novel. My grammar and the use of the English language isn't exceptional but I'm all for someone else editing my mistakes, if it ever is considered for publication.
Merry Christmas to all my fellow bloggers and loyal readers!
Monday, September 05, 2011
Cataclysm - Post 30
September 24 2012
Two days of constant rain is leaving us worried we'll not get the harvest started. We've measured 5 inches of rain and the ground is starting to become saturated. We are watching the creeks and lakes/ponds for possibilities of flooding. One such lake is damned to prevent flooding of a downstream housing area. If that damn overflows or gives way, it would be a disaster. The families have relocated to other houses and have removed their possessions. Much more precipitation and we'll have to wait a month to harvest which by then the crops could be ruined by mold and mildew. Our cistern systems are well stocked now. lol
I'd like to discuss how the economic collapse spawned from the perspective of a non-financial person. I hadn't dealt with Wall Street nor do I consider myself an expert. But when this all started to unravel, I was compelled to investigate. Yes, we all know that the earthquakes and subsequent economy collapses played a crucial role. What most don't know or recall is that the US Economy was already heading for failure. Mother Nature's interference was just a catalyst to expedite the outcome.
For years and even decades in some cases, trillions in fraudulent activity, trillions in bailouts, billions in political bribing and billions in bonuses, the members on Wall Street were beginning fight amongst themselves. The beginning of the end, as lawsuit after lawsuit were filed and the consumer propaganda became ugly and intense. The financial crisis became more than finger pointing and escalated into a corporate espionage that was deadly. The government allied Eddie and Annie Financial Groups sent the first salvo. They took 20 of the top lenders to court. They asserted that these banking institutions committed acts of fraud, securities violations and misrepresentations of lending practices. The pot calling the kettle black...
It didn't take long before the States started filing their own lawsuits and the FDIC became involved. Also the SEC took a backseat waiting for this all to filter out so they could file suits of their own. These lawsuits alone brought the market to a standstill and shutdown trading on Financial Lending to a halt. The government stepped in and froze all market share pricing on those traded institutions named to ensure the shareholders financial claim. However, this intervention didn't happen fast enough and most on the financial sector took a 50% loss in stocks. Commodities such as Gold and Silver tripled in price overnight.
The 50 state Attorney Generals Oversight Group also declined to release any financial institution from all civil or liability in lawsuits. The financial sector saw a massive explosion in layoffs and termination of employees. While some were determined to ride out this storm of legalities, over half decided to shut its doors until further notice. About a month later, the lawsuits went International and the same sweeping legalities and layoffs commenced in other countries.
As the financial legalities spiraled out of control, the finger pointing turned deadly. Corporate assassinations were becoming common and while most of us cheered or sneered at the news, after a few dozen it became apparent this wasn't all fun and games anymore. I guess one could call it a form of Corporate Terrorism.
So thats my general perspective of how our economic collapse started. I don't remember allot of company names now nor the major players. But to whom ever reads this later, it gives an insight that probably won't be detailed in future history books.
Two days of constant rain is leaving us worried we'll not get the harvest started. We've measured 5 inches of rain and the ground is starting to become saturated. We are watching the creeks and lakes/ponds for possibilities of flooding. One such lake is damned to prevent flooding of a downstream housing area. If that damn overflows or gives way, it would be a disaster. The families have relocated to other houses and have removed their possessions. Much more precipitation and we'll have to wait a month to harvest which by then the crops could be ruined by mold and mildew. Our cistern systems are well stocked now. lol
I'd like to discuss how the economic collapse spawned from the perspective of a non-financial person. I hadn't dealt with Wall Street nor do I consider myself an expert. But when this all started to unravel, I was compelled to investigate. Yes, we all know that the earthquakes and subsequent economy collapses played a crucial role. What most don't know or recall is that the US Economy was already heading for failure. Mother Nature's interference was just a catalyst to expedite the outcome.
For years and even decades in some cases, trillions in fraudulent activity, trillions in bailouts, billions in political bribing and billions in bonuses, the members on Wall Street were beginning fight amongst themselves. The beginning of the end, as lawsuit after lawsuit were filed and the consumer propaganda became ugly and intense. The financial crisis became more than finger pointing and escalated into a corporate espionage that was deadly. The government allied Eddie and Annie Financial Groups sent the first salvo. They took 20 of the top lenders to court. They asserted that these banking institutions committed acts of fraud, securities violations and misrepresentations of lending practices. The pot calling the kettle black...
It didn't take long before the States started filing their own lawsuits and the FDIC became involved. Also the SEC took a backseat waiting for this all to filter out so they could file suits of their own. These lawsuits alone brought the market to a standstill and shutdown trading on Financial Lending to a halt. The government stepped in and froze all market share pricing on those traded institutions named to ensure the shareholders financial claim. However, this intervention didn't happen fast enough and most on the financial sector took a 50% loss in stocks. Commodities such as Gold and Silver tripled in price overnight.
The 50 state Attorney Generals Oversight Group also declined to release any financial institution from all civil or liability in lawsuits. The financial sector saw a massive explosion in layoffs and termination of employees. While some were determined to ride out this storm of legalities, over half decided to shut its doors until further notice. About a month later, the lawsuits went International and the same sweeping legalities and layoffs commenced in other countries.
As the financial legalities spiraled out of control, the finger pointing turned deadly. Corporate assassinations were becoming common and while most of us cheered or sneered at the news, after a few dozen it became apparent this wasn't all fun and games anymore. I guess one could call it a form of Corporate Terrorism.
So thats my general perspective of how our economic collapse started. I don't remember allot of company names now nor the major players. But to whom ever reads this later, it gives an insight that probably won't be detailed in future history books.
Thursday, September 01, 2011
Tasteless Jokes Thursday
I got nothing...
Our son hates it in jail, many a time he's been physically abused in the showers.
My wife thinks I may take Monopoly a little too seriously.
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What do you get when you cross the Atlantic with the Titanic?
About half way.
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Find $20 in the bathroom.
Urine luck.
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If sex between three people is called a Threesome and sex between two people is called a Twosome...
Then why is Handsome still a compliment?
Our son hates it in jail, many a time he's been physically abused in the showers.
My wife thinks I may take Monopoly a little too seriously.
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What do you get when you cross the Atlantic with the Titanic?
About half way.
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Find $20 in the bathroom.
Urine luck.
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If sex between three people is called a Threesome and sex between two people is called a Twosome...
Then why is Handsome still a compliment?
Monday, August 22, 2011
Anyone Else ...
Find these type of commercials annoying? I live in Indiana and I sure as hell don't check the labels to see where the milk comes from California or not. There's gotta be a better way to spend money!!
Personally I prefer these adds:
Personally I prefer these adds:
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Update
Well life is a roller coaster, thats for damn sure. I am unemployed, again. Saw it coming but was praying it would last a bit longer. I have some employment opportunities in the works but with the job market being an "Employers Market" its looking bleak. Having to sign "Arbitration Agreements" in the beginning process makes me ill. I am signing away my 7th Amendment rights. But what are ya gonna do? Don't agree and you're not considered for employment. I am also disheartened by the "Credit Checks" being performed on basic jobs. If you deal with handling money, then yes a Credit Check should be required. But working in a warehouse environment stocking and picking shouldn't require one. My credit sucks because I have NO JOB!!!
Dad is doing well after his prostrate removal. He is undergoing preventative radiation treatments and will be finished after Labor Day. He was Stage 3 and his blood test prior to starting radiation treatments showed no signs of cancer. So all is well and thank you God. And thanks to all of you who supported him with prayers.
My grass is dead...this drought we've experienced in the metro area is taking its toll. July was the driest in history and August isn't shaping up to be much better. My tomatoes aren't fairing well either. Takes forever to ripen and I'm trying to water them 3-4 times a week. Seems the squirrels like tomatoes too. Who knew? I saw a squirrel nibbling on my tomatoes and by the time I got to them, he'd nibbled 4-5 of the cherry ones.
The tragedy at the Indiana State Fair has been the forefront of news. While I sympathize and send condolences to those families involved, I am astonished that lawsuits have already been filed and the blame game is getting a bit boring. I have to ask...If you are OUTSIDE and see the same storm approaching as the officials, why didn't YOU be proactive and seek shelter BEFORE having to be told??? I've coached off and on for 20 years and the first lightning ANYONE sees and the game/practice is halted! So yes, the officials should have been more proactive as well. But when should common sense take over? It shouldn't!!! It should be the FIRST line of protection.
School is back in session and I am thankful. The house is peaceful during the day and I can do as I please. Free time to search aggressively for a job and try to find odd and end jobs to make some cash. Thank God the house was paid off back in June. My son started his Freshman year...doesn't seem possible. I hope the next 4 years creep by so I can enjoy him becoming a man.
Not much else to speak of...still trying to post my story but my mind is preoccupied with other events. My desire is there but my motivation is lacking. lol Hope you all are fairing well these days! I still try and cruise by weekly.
Dad is doing well after his prostrate removal. He is undergoing preventative radiation treatments and will be finished after Labor Day. He was Stage 3 and his blood test prior to starting radiation treatments showed no signs of cancer. So all is well and thank you God. And thanks to all of you who supported him with prayers.
My grass is dead...this drought we've experienced in the metro area is taking its toll. July was the driest in history and August isn't shaping up to be much better. My tomatoes aren't fairing well either. Takes forever to ripen and I'm trying to water them 3-4 times a week. Seems the squirrels like tomatoes too. Who knew? I saw a squirrel nibbling on my tomatoes and by the time I got to them, he'd nibbled 4-5 of the cherry ones.
The tragedy at the Indiana State Fair has been the forefront of news. While I sympathize and send condolences to those families involved, I am astonished that lawsuits have already been filed and the blame game is getting a bit boring. I have to ask...If you are OUTSIDE and see the same storm approaching as the officials, why didn't YOU be proactive and seek shelter BEFORE having to be told??? I've coached off and on for 20 years and the first lightning ANYONE sees and the game/practice is halted! So yes, the officials should have been more proactive as well. But when should common sense take over? It shouldn't!!! It should be the FIRST line of protection.
School is back in session and I am thankful. The house is peaceful during the day and I can do as I please. Free time to search aggressively for a job and try to find odd and end jobs to make some cash. Thank God the house was paid off back in June. My son started his Freshman year...doesn't seem possible. I hope the next 4 years creep by so I can enjoy him becoming a man.
Not much else to speak of...still trying to post my story but my mind is preoccupied with other events. My desire is there but my motivation is lacking. lol Hope you all are fairing well these days! I still try and cruise by weekly.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Cataclysm - Post 29
September 22 2012
Raining today so I thought I'd take the opportunity to write some journal entries. Tommy is improving everyday and becoming apart of our family. Tommy still sleeps outside but he's been caught napping in the house. It's become a joke amongst us and he's accepting the ribbing pretty well. His parents left him to fend for himself...I cannot imagine at any age how that must feel. He's told us his parents were drug users and fears they're already dead. He still has feeling for them and we don't try and dissuade him from having them. He has taken to the two younger nephews like a fish to water. He plays with them and unconsciously is teaching them. I saw him the other day showing them how to make a rope from the vegetation. It was for a game of cowboy...lassoing one another but all the same he taught them a skill. He has been reading books and writing things. He is quite the intellectual fella and soaks up any information he gets his hands on. He's been tinkering around with an old lawnmower and by golly I think he'll have it running within a week. Whenever we are working on tractors and the like he's always right there.
I have not heard directly from Larry and friends since our last visit/attack. Captain tells me they are well and interacting well with the soldiers. He tells me the community is now defended and the community is more at ease. Our soldiers have really become family. And I think a few soldiers are eying some of the single ladies. Our troop strength and numbers remain constant with a squad rotating out for 2 weeks. Most of the men are single and take they're leaves with gusto. So far nothing drastic has happened with their leaves as they tend to travel back to base.
Gardening has slowed to a crawl. We are canning and prepping apples, walnuts and persimmons from the fall harvest. Corn and beans will be harvested soon, as long as this rain stops. The military has brought us a new tanker of farming diesel. We were hoping to start this week on the beans but with rain it'll be a week or more before we can start. The hay harvest went well considering we forgot. We have enough to last through the winter as long as we manage properly.
Doc is going to administer flu shots in October. We are fearful of the winter as disease can spread quickly. And with medical assistance at a minimum, we are more susceptible to severe cases and even death. We discussed at the last Elders meeting of how to handle this potential. Right now we are keeping our discussions discreet and have made plans for an area just outside of town for a new cemetery. The old town cemetery isn't well kept and quite frankly we are nervous about digging graves there. Who knows what we'll uncover by accident. Doc tells us that Smallpox and Measles are becoming quite an issue in the larger communities (cities). Even Chicken Pox is being considered a threat. We have already agreed if anyone showing up from outside our community will be put in a quarantine area for 72 hours. We will provide them food and water but no physical contact. Doc will provide the military protocol and we'll follow his lead. He'll have the final say so on accepting anyone into the community based on their health.
We've not had any foot traffic lately. Military reports of travelers on the roads are few and far between. I'm assuming that when winter starts to set in we will see more people.
Our wild dog situation is decreasing in population as we are dispatching any canine without an orange collar. Some of the teenagers go on hunting parties with 2-3 military escorts. It's teaching them skills that will be useful later in life. And quite frankly, it gives them something for entertainment outside the community. So far they've discovered a cave that has potential for a shelter or hideout. We've not explored the depth of the cave but right now it extend at least 100 yards and is approximately 6 feet in height and 12 feet wide at places. Not the most luxurious place to live but will do nicely in an emergency. The teenagers have also been noting locations of game spotted. Deer is in quite the abundance and we've decided that each family, regardless of size, will be allowed to harvest 2 does and 1 buck. Our smoke houses will handle the limits and we've limited the hunting to weekends only and for two weekends. Squirrels and other small game will have no limits but excess hunting will not be allowed. These small game critters could become a valuable survival source if things go drastically wrong.
Raining today so I thought I'd take the opportunity to write some journal entries. Tommy is improving everyday and becoming apart of our family. Tommy still sleeps outside but he's been caught napping in the house. It's become a joke amongst us and he's accepting the ribbing pretty well. His parents left him to fend for himself...I cannot imagine at any age how that must feel. He's told us his parents were drug users and fears they're already dead. He still has feeling for them and we don't try and dissuade him from having them. He has taken to the two younger nephews like a fish to water. He plays with them and unconsciously is teaching them. I saw him the other day showing them how to make a rope from the vegetation. It was for a game of cowboy...lassoing one another but all the same he taught them a skill. He has been reading books and writing things. He is quite the intellectual fella and soaks up any information he gets his hands on. He's been tinkering around with an old lawnmower and by golly I think he'll have it running within a week. Whenever we are working on tractors and the like he's always right there.
I have not heard directly from Larry and friends since our last visit/attack. Captain tells me they are well and interacting well with the soldiers. He tells me the community is now defended and the community is more at ease. Our soldiers have really become family. And I think a few soldiers are eying some of the single ladies. Our troop strength and numbers remain constant with a squad rotating out for 2 weeks. Most of the men are single and take they're leaves with gusto. So far nothing drastic has happened with their leaves as they tend to travel back to base.
Gardening has slowed to a crawl. We are canning and prepping apples, walnuts and persimmons from the fall harvest. Corn and beans will be harvested soon, as long as this rain stops. The military has brought us a new tanker of farming diesel. We were hoping to start this week on the beans but with rain it'll be a week or more before we can start. The hay harvest went well considering we forgot. We have enough to last through the winter as long as we manage properly.
Doc is going to administer flu shots in October. We are fearful of the winter as disease can spread quickly. And with medical assistance at a minimum, we are more susceptible to severe cases and even death. We discussed at the last Elders meeting of how to handle this potential. Right now we are keeping our discussions discreet and have made plans for an area just outside of town for a new cemetery. The old town cemetery isn't well kept and quite frankly we are nervous about digging graves there. Who knows what we'll uncover by accident. Doc tells us that Smallpox and Measles are becoming quite an issue in the larger communities (cities). Even Chicken Pox is being considered a threat. We have already agreed if anyone showing up from outside our community will be put in a quarantine area for 72 hours. We will provide them food and water but no physical contact. Doc will provide the military protocol and we'll follow his lead. He'll have the final say so on accepting anyone into the community based on their health.
We've not had any foot traffic lately. Military reports of travelers on the roads are few and far between. I'm assuming that when winter starts to set in we will see more people.
Our wild dog situation is decreasing in population as we are dispatching any canine without an orange collar. Some of the teenagers go on hunting parties with 2-3 military escorts. It's teaching them skills that will be useful later in life. And quite frankly, it gives them something for entertainment outside the community. So far they've discovered a cave that has potential for a shelter or hideout. We've not explored the depth of the cave but right now it extend at least 100 yards and is approximately 6 feet in height and 12 feet wide at places. Not the most luxurious place to live but will do nicely in an emergency. The teenagers have also been noting locations of game spotted. Deer is in quite the abundance and we've decided that each family, regardless of size, will be allowed to harvest 2 does and 1 buck. Our smoke houses will handle the limits and we've limited the hunting to weekends only and for two weekends. Squirrels and other small game will have no limits but excess hunting will not be allowed. These small game critters could become a valuable survival source if things go drastically wrong.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Cataclysm - Post 28
September 20 2012
Christmas in September! The military came through with our needs and then some. Not only did they supply enough goods to last the winter but brought a few surprises for us as well. Chocolate candy bars...you don't know you've missed them until you taste the succulent sweets for the first time in over a year. Some of the children ate so much they became OD. lol Was a sight for sore eyes to see kids zipping to anf fro on a sugar high. Soda...pop...whatever you call it tastes so good. We've not had any refreshments like this in over 6 months. Tobacco...oh the smells of pipe tobacco and cigars. Cigarette tobacco was included in the shipment and those who craved a cigarette were anxious to get some rolled. We have set aside some of the goods as barter goods. We were all joyous with our gifts.
The mood has lightened around the community. Children are being schooled by the community and a teacher among the soldiers. School days are Monday through Thursday 9am - 5pm. We have also included a trades schooling for adults willing to learn a trade or craft. While this will be conducted during the winter months, some are excited to get an education. We've begun construction on a schoolhouse with the supplies from the town.
We are becoming concerned over the wild dog population. It's apparent people are dying off as the dog population has increased 5 fold since Spring. Most of the community dogs are work dogs such as Border Collies, Shepherds, etc...and have been fitted with a collar of orange distinction. All other canines will be dispatched on sight. We are increasingly concerned of rabies spreading throughout the wildlife. Something like this could hurt our supplement of food and could take a toll on out own canines.
Corn and bean harvest is coming soon so journal entries might be light. Also my shoulder is aching as the weather starts to become cooler. I fear its going to be a rough winter nursing this shoulder. Doc says its healed nicely as I've retained over 80% of my movement and strength.
Our community meeting went very well and we covered most topics without any disagreements. Everyone is building an outhouse in case the water freezes. Septic tanks/systems will be pumped within a month. The military scavenged a septic truck and we've been cleaning about 2 tanks a day. We have taken the waste to a local rock quarry and dumped on site. And as we quickly found out, September isn't the best time to empty septic tanks. lol So we've decided for now to stop emptying tanks until colder weather. Doc reported that community health was very good and he's happy with the current status. He and I talked after the meeting and he's preparing for a wave of newborns this time next year. Firewood is stocked and with sufficient supplies to all families. We are now planning on clearing another 50 acre wood area before winter. This wood will be kept as inventory supply and passed out as needed. Food supplies are progressing nicely and we are all confident on a much needed harvest. We will use most of this as barter and for the military. They have far more resources and can trade for better goods.
And the leather making is becoming a nightmare. But we all knew that would happen, right?
Christmas in September! The military came through with our needs and then some. Not only did they supply enough goods to last the winter but brought a few surprises for us as well. Chocolate candy bars...you don't know you've missed them until you taste the succulent sweets for the first time in over a year. Some of the children ate so much they became OD. lol Was a sight for sore eyes to see kids zipping to anf fro on a sugar high. Soda...pop...whatever you call it tastes so good. We've not had any refreshments like this in over 6 months. Tobacco...oh the smells of pipe tobacco and cigars. Cigarette tobacco was included in the shipment and those who craved a cigarette were anxious to get some rolled. We have set aside some of the goods as barter goods. We were all joyous with our gifts.
The mood has lightened around the community. Children are being schooled by the community and a teacher among the soldiers. School days are Monday through Thursday 9am - 5pm. We have also included a trades schooling for adults willing to learn a trade or craft. While this will be conducted during the winter months, some are excited to get an education. We've begun construction on a schoolhouse with the supplies from the town.
We are becoming concerned over the wild dog population. It's apparent people are dying off as the dog population has increased 5 fold since Spring. Most of the community dogs are work dogs such as Border Collies, Shepherds, etc...and have been fitted with a collar of orange distinction. All other canines will be dispatched on sight. We are increasingly concerned of rabies spreading throughout the wildlife. Something like this could hurt our supplement of food and could take a toll on out own canines.
Corn and bean harvest is coming soon so journal entries might be light. Also my shoulder is aching as the weather starts to become cooler. I fear its going to be a rough winter nursing this shoulder. Doc says its healed nicely as I've retained over 80% of my movement and strength.
Our community meeting went very well and we covered most topics without any disagreements. Everyone is building an outhouse in case the water freezes. Septic tanks/systems will be pumped within a month. The military scavenged a septic truck and we've been cleaning about 2 tanks a day. We have taken the waste to a local rock quarry and dumped on site. And as we quickly found out, September isn't the best time to empty septic tanks. lol So we've decided for now to stop emptying tanks until colder weather. Doc reported that community health was very good and he's happy with the current status. He and I talked after the meeting and he's preparing for a wave of newborns this time next year. Firewood is stocked and with sufficient supplies to all families. We are now planning on clearing another 50 acre wood area before winter. This wood will be kept as inventory supply and passed out as needed. Food supplies are progressing nicely and we are all confident on a much needed harvest. We will use most of this as barter and for the military. They have far more resources and can trade for better goods.
And the leather making is becoming a nightmare. But we all knew that would happen, right?
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