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Pain… and the best laid plans of men (this man) -updated

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010

I am one of those who has not been a stranger to pain in my life, while at the same time I have been spoiled by being healthy and physically active. During the last few years, however, I have occasionally been bed-ridden with a back problem that is accompanied with almost unbearable pain. This is the case at the moment – I can do nothing but lay here and hope and pray that my vertebra get back in place soon. For me it is a time of not only feeling powerless and useless, but a feeling of being trapped, much like claustrophobia. Yesterday morning, unable to move, I was fighting rising panic. And then there is the fear of another back spasm with its blinding pain…
During such times I must trust God that He will bring good even from this – perhaps from writing, doing research, and from inner reflection about my relationship with and reliance upon Him. It is also a time to realize that when I am doing just fine I need to remember and pray for those in difficult circumstances.

UPDATE, Thursday, March 4th: I’ve been working this week – rigged a cart with a lift to help me move equipment. It has been a little painful, but getting better. Two more weeks available to get it in shape before I go parachuting. I’ll brace up just in case, but if the past is any indicator – all should be well by then. Looking forward to stepping out into the wind!

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I guess the joke is on us…

Sunday, August 23rd, 2009

…spread the word…

Joke's on us!

from another blog, with permission

Hello All,

By now you have probably heard that President Obama came to Montana last Friday. However, there are many things that the major news has not covered. I feel that since Bill and I live here and we were at the airport on Friday I should share some facts with you. Whatever you decide to do with the information is up to you. If you chose to share this email with others I do ask that you DELETE my email address before you forward this on.

On Wednesday, August 5th it was announced locally that the President would be coming here. There are many groups here that are against his healthcare and huge spending so those groups began talking and deciding on what they were going to do. The White House would not release ANY details other than the date.

On about Tuesday Bill found out that they would be holding the “Town Hall” at the airport. (This is only because Bill knows EVERYONE at the airport) Our airport is actually located outside of Belgrade (tiny town) in a very remote location. Nothing is around there. They chose to use a hangar that is the most remotely located hangar. You could not pick a more remote location, and you can not get to it easily. It is totally secluded from the public.
FYI: We have many areas in Belgrade and Bozeman which could have held a large amount of folks with sufficient parking. (gymnasiums/auditoriums). All of which have chairs and tables, and would not have to be SHIPPED IN!! $$$$$
During the week, cargo by the TONS was being shipped in constantly. Airport employees could not believe how it just kept coming. Though it was our President coming several expressed how excessive it was, especially during a recession. $$$$$

Late Tuesday/early Wednesday the 12th, they said that tickets would be handed out on Thursday 9am at two locations and the president would be arriving around 12:30 Friday.

Thursday morning about 600 tickets were passed out. However, 1500 were printed at a Local printing shop per White House request. Hmmmm……900 tickets just DISAPPEARED. (more…)

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FireFox users: Want to get rid of annoying content on pages you visit?

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

Tired of those racy ad pics on sites you like to visit? Most of the time I don’t mind the ads all over pages I frequent, but some ads – like some I see on Xanga – can be offensive or distracting to Christians. I’ve been playing with a FireFox add-on that makes them go away. It is ‘experimental’, so watch for problems, but so far – so good here. The add-on is called “Yet Another Remove It Permanently” and can be found here.
It may take you a little experimentation at first to use, but it can permanently remove content from pages. You can remove images, divisions, styles, etc. An icon appears at the bottom right of your browser where you can enable and modify this plug-in. You then use your (right-click) context menu to white-list or black-list content. Wonderful! Kudos, kimabrandt!

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The Firetruck, the Strawberry Pie, and Paintballs

Monday, August 17th, 2009

When we lived in Arlington, Texas on Ashbury Drive some of our neighbors wanted us to leave. Our family was just too strange. Not only did we raise rabbits, homeschool our children, and have way-too-many cats, we just acted different and sometimes the neighbors just couldn’t stand it. Take the incident of the firetruck for example.
Upon arriving home from a camping trip I discovered that the valve on our camping van’s propane tank was leaking. Propane was spewing out and there was no way to stop it. I connected a long copper tube to the valve, ran it about 6 feet away from the van and up into the air about 6 feet. Then I lit the propane. The flame was 6 to 10 feet long. I then set out a lawn chair and got a book to read during the long wait for all the propane to burn off. Our neighbor across the street peeked out and saw this conflagration. She almost had a conniption fit. “What was that crazy man doing now?!” her body language seemed to say, but not a word to me.
Soon the fire engine arrived lights on, sirens going. It stopped in front of my house. The firemen looked at each other and shook their heads. Some grinned. They sauntered over, looked around, looked at me in the chair. (more…)

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Dostoyevsky’s take on Sarcasm

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

Sarcasm is the last refuge of those with no real argument.
Sarcasm is the last refuge of the fool
Sarcasm is the Last Refuge of the Powerless.
Sarcasm is the last refuge of poor debaters.
Sarcasm is the last refuge of the incompetent
sarcasm is the last refuge of scoundrels
Sarcasm is the last refuge of the weak mind.
sarcasm is the last refuge of a defeated wit
Sarcasm is the last refuge of a microbial mind
Sarcasm is the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded. (Dostoyevsky)

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The Purpose of Tools

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

My daughter Erin found this going around on the ‘net long ago, and I thought it should make another round, because it is so true!

HAMMER: Originally employed as a weapon of war, the hammer nowadays is used as a kind of divining rod to locate expensive parts not far from the object we are trying to hit.

LEFT HAND: Opposable thumb, especially. Used to dampen sound of impact from hammer.

MECHANIC’S KNIFE: Used to open and slice through the contents of cardboard cartons delivered to your front door; works particularly well on boxes containing leather goods.

ELECTRIC HAND DRILL: Normally used for spinning steel Pop rivets in their holes until you die of old age.

PLIERS: Used to round off bolt heads.

HACKSAW: One of a family of cutting tools built on the Ouija board principle. It transforms human energy into a crooked, unpredictable motion, and the more you attempt to influence its course, the more dismal your future becomes.

VISE-GRIPS: Used to round off bolt heads and transfer intense welding heat to the palm of your hand. Also used to (more…)

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Saturday, August 15th, 2009

Trust comes naturally to small children, but we adults have been burned enough to know better. When we got some horses I took my youngest daughter, Arianna, down to the pen to show her the white horse, Buckey. As we approached, Buckey put his head over the fence in anticipation of our attention. I didn’t know this horse and so planned to stay on our side of the fence for now. Arianna was sitting cradled in my arm. When we got to Buckey my attention was on him to see how he would react to my baby. I was stunned by what happened next. Arianna with a gleeful sound practically leapt out of my arm and on to Buckey’s long face, hugging his head and laughing. In my mind, knowing how a horse will toss his head, I imagined Arianna being flung high and far by this powerful white horse. As fast as I could move (more…)

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Dead Rats, Slime, and Dog Poo – Trials of an oldest son.

Friday, August 14th, 2009

From age 6 to age 15 I lived in Dallas, Texas on Easton Road in a two bedroom home. The house was a brick pier-and-beam with oak floors, an attic fan (whole house exhaust), an evaporative cooling tower out back, and fortunately for me, a den. My parents occupied the master bedroom while my two sisters had the front bedroom. The den was used for my room. At first this was great, as it was a large room for a lone boy. This was especially nice for a boy who liked to experiment, build things, and more often than not – disassemble things.
When I was 12 years old my mother gave birth to twin boys. I was somewhat shocked when I found out that now I had to share my room with two babies. There was however, one thing that remained the same. That thing was in my closet. On the floor. In the floor actually. It was a continuing item of discomfort for me. This thing was simply a trap door: an access to the space under the floor. There were two things about it that really bothered me. One, of course was the fact that in the middle of the night dark things would push it up just enough to peer at me from under the house. (more…)

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Suicide! – Duck and Run, by 3 Doors Down

Saturday, August 2nd, 2008

3 Doors Down has a song called “Duck and Run” that I really like. Here’s a part of the lyrics and the reason I like it:

All my work and endless measures
Never seem to get me very far
Walk a mile just to move an inch now
Even though I’m trying so damn hard
I’m trying so hard…

The Freshman sat in his dorm room at the University of Texas at Arlington. Everything was ready for leaving. The instructions concerning his stuff were written. The charter fishing boat in Galveston, Texas had been located. The charter rate was fairly cheap, as this was mid-week instead of on a weekend. All of The Freshman’s belongings in the room were neatly packed, except for the weight belt, of course. He had cast his own weights for SCUBA diving out of lead. The belt was fully loaded (it would take him down deep and down fast), but could be hidden under the long, loose shirt he wore. By the time the charter fishing boat operator could react to The Freshman being overboard it would be too late – The Freshman would be too far down, out of reach. Safe. Finally safe.
The Freshman took one last look around. He was calm, having planned his exit for weeks. He loved the water, and this way there would be no body to bury, no expensive casket and burial plot to cost his parents money. The Freshman had cost them enough. It all made sense: Why stay here? This life was futile. Pain. More pain. Uselessness. Time to check out, lift the burden. He had explained it all in the letter that would be found here in the dorm room. (more…)

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Pizza Hut thinks it’s OK for their employees to die for a few bucks

Saturday, June 21st, 2008

Years ago I had contracted with Coburn’s Barbecue in Big Town, near Dallas, Texas to do some overnight repairs to the restaurant. I had two employees with me, including one young man I had hired just for this one job. When the managers were ready to leave they came over to where we were unloading our tools from my truck and made and interesting inquiry. They asked if we were armed. This was before we had concealed-carry here in Texas. My regular employee and I exchanged glances. I asked “What do you mean?” The manager said “Do you have guns on you?” I wanted to know why he would ask that. His reply was “Because I’m not leaving you here alone all night in this part of town if you are not armed.” My employee grinned, and I assured them that, yes indeed, we were carrying. The managers said good, and goodnight. After they left my young temporary employee, his eyes wide said “But, but I don’t have a gun!” I pulled out a large hunting knife and gave it to him, saying “Use this, then.” He was again reassured and happy. We worked hard all night without incident – and without fear.

On April the third of this year the Des Moines Register reported that James Spiers, a 10-year employee of Pizza Hut, was fired for carrying a concealed handgun while on the job. Spiers was a pizza delivery guy. He knew about the dangers of his job and legally obtained a concealed carry license for his own protection. He carried his gun in spite of a prohibition to do so by Pizza Hut Corporation.
Spiers was found out when he had to defend himself against (more…)

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