So there I am cleaning up the kitchen after putting food down for my two pugs, the pug I am pug sitting for, and my Great Dane, Bruce. These little weasels act like they have never eaten before, even the Dane. They jump about and inhale their food, without tasting or chewing.
On to the real story, so there I am admiring how the pug that I was sitting for was trying to eat the tile off the floor, that is when I heard it. That unmistakable sound of stomach reversal. The Dane had thrown up on the small rug in the front room and was circling the hardwood to lay down another pile. By the time the noise stopped, there were three mountains of warm, bubbling retch! <gagg> I am gagging right now thinking of it! Well I knew that i had to clean it up, the question was with what? I knew that not only would papertowels not work, but I’d feel the warmth of the pile of wretch and probably contribute a fourth pile.
I decided to try plastic bags. I knew that it wouldn’t get on me, that way. I would likely feel the warm mess and puke anyhow, but I couldn’t leave it there to cool. As you may have guessed, If you have or have had pugs, that as soon as they have eaten, inspected each others bowls, and licked the ProPlan atoms off the surrounding floor, they inspect the Dane’s bowl. They noticed that although the “bowl” was empty, there were three piles of ABC Giant Breed Formula for the taking. I thought for a moment to push them away, then I turned away and let nature take its’ course.
In the spirit of disclosure, I shall admit to recording this act. It wasn’t lots of video, but it was all I could get before having to run to the bathroom in dry heaves.
P.S.
They are efficient little buggers! :)
AFTER
GluTTon
OPEN DOORS
AND WHERE WE FIND GOD
"A brief discussion of faith and personal testimony"
I was once very broken. Every single thing in my life was falling down around me. Everything. I was in the midst of a bitter divorce and all of the turmoil that surrounds that. I was in a dead end job. As I looked upward to my future, I couldn't see through the storm clouds. I looked to my past and saw how I was brought up in a loving home. A home. From where I was, I couldn't imagine having my own home. I made to much to qualify for help and not enough to break out of paying other people's mortgages via renting. Many times I had gotton it into my head that I could break out of this cycle. I applied for better paying positions only to have doors slammed in my face. In the rare opportunity that I was given an interview I was promptly told that without a degree, I was not qualified.
So there I found myself, newly married, a young baby and no hope for a future outside of the struggle I have already known. The storm grew more fierce when the marriage fell apart. What little I had, was now taken away, for the most part. Doors were shut as promising careers ended. Although I had friends and family willing to support me, I was too consumed by my situation to notice. For several years, I was torn between emotions of clinging to the things I knew and was used to. Many reconciliations and breaks occurred during that time. This did not improve a thing for me. The only product of this clinging to the past was the creation of a rift between friends and family.
What happened next was a revelation. I turned my life over to Jesus Christ. Things did not instantly get better. I didn't expect them to. What I did do was start to change the way I lived. Day by day I learned to release the grip I had on my past and start seeking the right thing to do. I finally started to repair the connections with family. My mother, who was a strong Christian woman, taught me in all things to pray. Pray without cease. Enter into daily conversations with God. Although you may feel insignificant, God can be everywhere at once, and is more than available to chat. The journey has never been without bumps. It has never been without sadness.
Fast forward eight years. Today, I sat in my home office. Yes, I said it. My home office and re-read an email I sent to my mother and her response. The email was from two weeks before she was killed in a car accident. Even then I questioned God's plan. I was being faithful and waiting, but still was concerned that so many things were out of reach. I was being stretched thin working Full time nights and going to school full time. Often times being up for 25-26 straight hours trying to get through my final two semesters and still worried how I'd ever find a career that would allow me to to find a home with my new wife. I had recently applied to a position that I thought would bring that all into fruition. I was not given the position.
Even at that time, I still would cling to some of the past. To disappointment and let downs. From that moment on, I have totally abandoned that clinging.
Between that November 11, 2007 email and today, I have seen many doors shut. Many hopes vanish and many clouds. Through these times, I turned to God for answers and remained fully able to give over my worries, my hopes and my desires to Him.
Flash to only two years in the future, today. As I write this, I am overwhelmed with prayers of thanksgiving. Every single thing that had been taken from me, has been restored to me in abundance. The most important thing that I have gained was the ability to look back on all those storms and see the role they played.
What doors God has shut, no man can open. and What doors God has opened, no man can shut!
I leave you with this thought: Remember that even when the storms of life surround you, God is with you, He is waiting for you to ask for help.
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So you got your cellphone jacked?Try not to feel like an epic failure if possible. Look on the bright side, your $500 Apple iPhone wasn't jacked by your daughter. You didn't get the "What do you want me to do about it? I don't have an iPhone. I'm not buying you one!" from your ex-wife.
All you need to do is sit down with a nice tall icy glass of Fool. The first rule of fight-club is to admit that you made a bone-head move. You actually thought that you could leave out an expensive piece of electronic gadgetry without it growing legs and leaving. You also made the Fool mistake of underestimating the people that surround you. Temptation can get the better of people.
Conclusion:
1. You learned a valuable lesson
2. You don't have it half as bad as the one who stole it, in hopes of making a quick buck to support some sort of meth habit.
EOT
Catching Dog Shit - The best home videos are here
I wonder if Larry (The Pug) really understands how close he came to receiving XXIVII. He has been given several opportunities today to go out and to do his "Business" as it were. As I sat briefly on the couch, I caught him. He wasn't looking out the door and wining, as if to say, "Boy I am so sorry but I need to go out and drop a rotten spike. I know I have had three or four prior opportunities, but I could really use this opportunity to go out now and do it". No, this is not what happened. He circled, not for 20 minutes outside, or even near the door, he went over to the far corner of the room and squatted right there.
The funny thing is, even though I booted him in mid- pinch, he still had enough time to pinch off three loaves. I tell you he is one lucky Pug. This was no accident and he was not penned up for hours without the opportunity to make the right choice. This is a direct violation of house rules.
You may try and argue that he was trying to warn us. FOUL, PISH POSH. I saw no warning. All I saw was complete and utter disrespect. You may be curious why an animal like Larry would do such a thing? Here is the answer and we can draw real-world parallels. There is no deterrent. Without swift justice, there can be no change in behavior.
Larry has proven time and time again that he is D I R T Y. Growing up, dirty animals "went to the farm". In my later years I have come to the understanding that "going to the farm" was code for "Get the pipe", "ride the lightning" or be "put to sleep". Unfortunately for me and fortunately for the D I R T Y pug, my wife will not let this happen. She will be perfectly fine with bear-handing dog excrement with shopping bags and hosing down the Tan Berber carpet with Pet Stain Treatment. I on the other hand am quite upset with the dog treating this house like a toilet.
Although I will not be able to Pipe Larry, he will OBEY.
This is how.
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In this self-assessment, I was able to draw some important conclusions.
First, I realize I was in a constant state of restlessness. This comes from a mind full of random things, 24/7. A never-ending high speed movie of random images and content, played at 30x the regular speed.
This package comes complete with no “OFF” switch. No way to slow it down, tune it out, or pull the plug whatsoever. Now take a moment to think about this in your life, for as long as you can remember. Every single day of it.
Imagine reading something and not picking up the content. Now imagine having to read the same material a half dozen or more times to pick up the same content most people get on the first read.
Imagine someone talking to you, but the words are muted from a hodgepodge of background noise and disturbance.
Imagine not being able to have prolonged conversations of any nature, with loved ones, friends and coworkers. Sit and talk with your wife? Better make it quick, there’s something else turning in the garbage grinder that is your mind. Patience? Forget about it. There can’t be patience when you can’t have peace, when your mind is worn out from a marathon of thoughts. Try to sleep? Better work yourself into exhaustion first.
Second conclusion, the HD part. I couldn’t sit still. Impulsive actions, songs, noises, dances, statements. You can imagine all the fun that must go with that. It’s funny when you’re a kid, not so much when you are an adult. It gets old.
I am experiencing peace for the first time in my life. And I love it. I think my wife loves the new me even more. No more never-ending high speed movie of random images and content, played at 30x the regular speed. We talk more now than ever, and I enjoy talking with her. We laugh together a lot more. We enjoy each other’s company more.
I can focus on what I choose to focus on. I haven’t had an impulsive urge to sing, dance, or make random noises since I took my first pill just a few days ago.
I wish I could sit down with you now Mum and talk, you’d be beside yourself in amazement. And like always, I’m sure we’d laugh until our cheeks hurt.
Thanks be to God
Num. 6:24-26
Thank You.
Nancy J. Stewart
Mom,
Thank you for believing in me. Especially those times when I was in doubt.
I wish that you could see me now. It all worked out. I actually have a home of my own, no more renting and moving about. We had our first Thanksgiving here and it was a blessing to have so many friends and family near. We took down our unity candle and it flickered on the table. Before we ate, I said grace and thanked the Lord for all of my blessings. So much has happened in the last two years. I am trying so hard to be there for Dad, but it makes me sad that I cannot be there all the time.
I wish you could just spend one more day and see all that has happend. No more falling asleep in class, no more 3rd shift. Shawn is struggling in school, but I know with prayer and a lot of patience, things will turn around. Corienne is doing great, all A's. Things are actually civil with Jenn and I and it feels good that way. We became members of a new church on Sunday. I know that you would like it there. The Lord is actually there, The church is a reconciliation church, which tries to live out Jesus' radical love through action and compassion. It was very nice to hear the pastor and many parishioners mention that our arrival was answered prayer. I never had doubts that the Lord makes moves for His glory. It seems that the gifts we possess, where just what was needed...imagine that, some God, huh?
I am feeling better now and actually need to go to bed and take my contacts out before they weld in my head. I love you and miss you deeply. I carry your memory and words with me always. I pray that God will always remind me that everything works to the Good, for His glory forever and ever. Thank you for showin me the path.
Your Loving Son,
BB