Hey everybody!
It's me, Dashman, posting for the first time! :)
I just wanted to share some experiences about driving the paper route that I share with Bunny. I wanted to share them, because they seem funny in hindsight; though sometimes precarious at the time. Lemme share a little background first. I got sucked into the paper delivery world a couple years back, when a friend at work (who I'll call Lumpy) stopped working there rather sudden-like. Another co-worker, and friend, 'Pops' suggested he get a paper route to help pay the bills. He did, and when he started, they recommended he find someone who could sub for him, as they were not responsible for covering his days off. Enter Dashman, willing to try anything at least once. Long story short, that route didn't last very long for Lumpy (better opportunity through fambily connections); but I was hooked. Where else can you drive around in the middle of the night throwing things at peoples' houses without getting arrested? So I agreed to start subbing for Pops. Then he wanted to quit, being fairly older and I seamlessly slid into his position. I started on Thanksgiving, when everyone who has ever ordered a paper in their lives gets one for free, and they're twice as thick as Sundays. (Did I mention I only do weekdays? :) ) Time to recruit some help. I asked Bunny and Bird to come along, seeing as I only had to deliver my regular customers the way I usually would. It was great fun. Fast-forward a ways, and Bunny is helping out part-time; meaning three out of five days. We always have a blast, and take great pride in delivering to the door; unlike our arch-nemesis who throws his papers on the driveways. It gets particularly interesting in the snow, as we found out last year. My truck, affectionately named Snoopy, is rear-wheel drive and tends to fishtail a little. It's fun when you are all alone on the road, and you can leave your pretty patterns for others to marvel at until the city decides to clean up after you. :) Anyway, we pulled into a cul-de-sac to deliver, and dropped off our papers. Swinging out, I gunned the engine to get through the snow. We went in a neat little circle, ending up facing the right direction, but on the other side of the street. As we never left the cul-de-sac, it was kind of funny. I looked at Bunny and said, "Let's try that again. I don't remember eating any ice cream." (reference funny saying by uncle that I will have to explain later.) We pulled out of the cul-de-sac without much problem, laughing about our escapades.
Stay tuned for more, because there's always more happening in the wee hours!
1/24/13
A ghost in the woods
Over the holidays, the big Dude and I have not been getting out for his daily walks. With all the parties and visitors and cleaning up and baking, well, we just haven't had much time for it. Lately, the little boys have begun to drive us a little bit crazy with their boundless energy, especially as Grover sprained a muscle in his leg while playing rough and now they can't go outside to romple together. (Don't worry, he's healing fast and will be causing destruction again soon.)
Where was I?
Oh, right.
So, Dashman and I have started taking the terrorists and their daddy (mommy is having a spa vacation in the south again, lucky dog!) on jaunts up the street to the library and back, a good thirty minute walk. While this does do some good for the wee crumb-crunchers, the excess of delightful goodies over the holidays still shows on their poor papa.
So I took pity on him. I mean it's not as if an extra walk a day will do me any harm. Even though I carefully avoided even looking at Christmas cookies and have no need to drop a few pounds. None. :)
Moving on!
So this morning I said the magic word to Big Dude and, while Bird distracted the pooglets, we slipped on the leash and out the door.
We jaunted along, just enjoying the fresh air and each others company, and all those delightful smells on the light poles... Okay, I just watched that part. Anyway, at last the entrance of the park came in view and I tried to get Big Dude to sit down before we crossed the street. Except he wouldn't. He just stared at the road and the park beyond.
And then I saw why.
Walking down the road between the park and a quiet residential neighborhood, there was a man and his dog. More importantly, between us, stood a coyote.
I am a city girl. That being said, it shocked me just a bit to see this.
The man and his dog (a black lab mix I'm pretty sure) continued walking as if this was normal. Maybe it was. I hadn't been to the park in months, I wouldn't know.
As the space between the two pairs of dog-walkers narrowed, the coyote slipped back into the park. A little nervously, I patted Big Dude and entered the park ahead of the man and his dog. Hey, if Woofie attacked I wanted someone nearby in case I needed rescuing.
We wandered up the path a ways before I turned around to see if Woofie was still in sight. Not only was he still visible, he was following. And not very secretly either. I watched in disbelief as this purportedly shy animal casually skirted the small holding pond between us and walked up about twenty feet away. He stopped parallel to Big Dude and I, and blinked.
At this moment the other dog walker and his dog showed up. Maybe you'd think that Big Dude would be letting out his classic beagle bay at Woofie. After all, it is his first brush with a wild animal. Nope. He was busy making bristles at the lab/cross, who in turn was ignoring him for the coyote, who was busy blinking at me.
"Is that a coyote?" I asked the man. Stupid question, but hey.
"Yup," he said carelessly, and added, "my dog thinks he can beat him up."
Maybe it was the 0.0 look on my face, but at last he said, "Some guy keeps feeding it hot dogs, so its partly domesticated."
I said something forgettable like, "Really?"
He nodded. "Yup, it's still wild though." Kinda like a warning. As if I might just decide to walk up and start petting the thing.
Woofie decided the two dogs were a little intimidating and moved on up the path a bit.
I was thinking of all the stories of half-wild wolves attacking people when they wanted food, and I said, "That's actually kind of scary."
The guy nodded and moved on. So much for my protection.
Ahead the path split three ways, one path leading off to another park, one going farther to loop around the lake, and a smaller gravel path between the two, winding off deeper into the woods. Woofie chose the middle path. I'd told Bird I was going to circle the lake. And Hector protector took off towards the other park.
It didn't matter. I was in the middle of a neighborhood. If I screamed, people would come help, right? On a silent, chilly morning with low grey clouds simulating mist, that thought didn't seem comforting.
So on we poogled. And our silent shadow poogled after us, crossing the woods between our paths effortlessly. Every twenty yards or so I'd stop and turn around. And there he'd be.
At last we reached the lake. Maybe that was the end of his territory, because at that point Woofie just disappeared. We continued around the lake, me wondering if there were more than one coyote in the park, and Big Dude happily unconscious of our encounter with the wild. Part of me was a little upset that he'd handled it all in such a bored manner. Part of me was glad, so glad, that I hadn't brought along the baby heart attacks. They would have died. And another part of me wished I'd thought to bring the camera.
Maybe tomorrow I'll take Big Dude out again. After all, neither of us dropped our holiday pounds on that one slow and halting walk. And hey, I'm not crazy, I'm not going to bring the puppies.
Or hot dogs.
Bunny
Where was I?
Oh, right.
So, Dashman and I have started taking the terrorists and their daddy (mommy is having a spa vacation in the south again, lucky dog!) on jaunts up the street to the library and back, a good thirty minute walk. While this does do some good for the wee crumb-crunchers, the excess of delightful goodies over the holidays still shows on their poor papa.
So I took pity on him. I mean it's not as if an extra walk a day will do me any harm. Even though I carefully avoided even looking at Christmas cookies and have no need to drop a few pounds. None. :)
Moving on!
So this morning I said the magic word to Big Dude and, while Bird distracted the pooglets, we slipped on the leash and out the door.
We jaunted along, just enjoying the fresh air and each others company, and all those delightful smells on the light poles... Okay, I just watched that part. Anyway, at last the entrance of the park came in view and I tried to get Big Dude to sit down before we crossed the street. Except he wouldn't. He just stared at the road and the park beyond.
And then I saw why.
Walking down the road between the park and a quiet residential neighborhood, there was a man and his dog. More importantly, between us, stood a coyote.
I am a city girl. That being said, it shocked me just a bit to see this.
The man and his dog (a black lab mix I'm pretty sure) continued walking as if this was normal. Maybe it was. I hadn't been to the park in months, I wouldn't know.
As the space between the two pairs of dog-walkers narrowed, the coyote slipped back into the park. A little nervously, I patted Big Dude and entered the park ahead of the man and his dog. Hey, if Woofie attacked I wanted someone nearby in case I needed rescuing.
We wandered up the path a ways before I turned around to see if Woofie was still in sight. Not only was he still visible, he was following. And not very secretly either. I watched in disbelief as this purportedly shy animal casually skirted the small holding pond between us and walked up about twenty feet away. He stopped parallel to Big Dude and I, and blinked.
At this moment the other dog walker and his dog showed up. Maybe you'd think that Big Dude would be letting out his classic beagle bay at Woofie. After all, it is his first brush with a wild animal. Nope. He was busy making bristles at the lab/cross, who in turn was ignoring him for the coyote, who was busy blinking at me.
"Is that a coyote?" I asked the man. Stupid question, but hey.
"Yup," he said carelessly, and added, "my dog thinks he can beat him up."
Maybe it was the 0.0 look on my face, but at last he said, "Some guy keeps feeding it hot dogs, so its partly domesticated."
I said something forgettable like, "Really?"
He nodded. "Yup, it's still wild though." Kinda like a warning. As if I might just decide to walk up and start petting the thing.
Woofie decided the two dogs were a little intimidating and moved on up the path a bit.
I was thinking of all the stories of half-wild wolves attacking people when they wanted food, and I said, "That's actually kind of scary."
The guy nodded and moved on. So much for my protection.
Ahead the path split three ways, one path leading off to another park, one going farther to loop around the lake, and a smaller gravel path between the two, winding off deeper into the woods. Woofie chose the middle path. I'd told Bird I was going to circle the lake. And Hector protector took off towards the other park.
It didn't matter. I was in the middle of a neighborhood. If I screamed, people would come help, right? On a silent, chilly morning with low grey clouds simulating mist, that thought didn't seem comforting.
At last we reached the lake. Maybe that was the end of his territory, because at that point Woofie just disappeared. We continued around the lake, me wondering if there were more than one coyote in the park, and Big Dude happily unconscious of our encounter with the wild. Part of me was a little upset that he'd handled it all in such a bored manner. Part of me was glad, so glad, that I hadn't brought along the baby heart attacks. They would have died. And another part of me wished I'd thought to bring the camera.
Maybe tomorrow I'll take Big Dude out again. After all, neither of us dropped our holiday pounds on that one slow and halting walk. And hey, I'm not crazy, I'm not going to bring the puppies.
Or hot dogs.
Bunny
1/20/13
How to Challenge a Catholic in Truth-First Step
Learn the Catholic faith backwards and forwards-no one listens to a liar.
I was doing my morning Bible study and found something that wanted deeper explanation so I typed the name of the book I was reading into my Google bar. I do this occasionally and it provides for me a wide perspective of interpretations of scripture that are out there. There are many great Catholic teachers helping to educate everyone on the beauty and truth of the scriptures. Many, Many of the protestant versions too, have insightful and wise commentary on the Bible verses, but occasionally I run across something so strange that I have to comment. Today was one of those days. I ran up against an anti-Catholic blog and I have no intention of giving any more traffic to her blog, she was easy enough for me to find, so that is the extent of what you will learn about it from me. I should note that the comments had been disabled...perhaps they were making too much sense. The author of the blog began talking about a Bible verse then went on to say the "Catholic Church believes (one lie) and the Catholic Church believes (another lie)"... neither of which are true. (I know because I have been living it and loving it (and teaching it for almost three decades) in my own life).
It was the fact that this person was lying that struck me. In John 8:41-47 Jesus tells the pharisees that they are doing the works of their father-the father of lies. They could not hear the truth. So if this blogger is not hearing the truth, unwilling to listen to the truth or even find out if what she is saying is the truth before spreading the misinformation around, who's family does that place her in? Why won't people who are anti-Catholic, wanting to destroy the faith of others, first find out for themselves what the truth about the Catholic Church really is? Because they are afraid of the truth, they don't want to know the truth. The Church makes them uncomfortable, and more, the truth really does hurt. They may have to change their own ways. Get rid of their pet sins. But that is the work of all of our lives, to actually live a life of virtue. That is what the Church challenges us to do and why Catholics love her so much.
So, am I supposed to listen to these children of the father of lies and not comment? I don't think any of us have been called to that. So what is my response (besides this post), she won't let me post a public comment on her blog? I have decided to pray for this poor blind and lost child. Today I add her to the list of people for whom I have promised to pray and at Mass this morning and every day she will be lifted up to God. Although, to some, that may not seem like much, I have seen God work through prayers and I trust that he will change her heart or if she will not listen, make her lies ineffective and others blind to her work. I will save my comments for God, and I will also love my neighbor.
"For the sake of His sorrowful passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world"
1/18/13
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