So True, So True, So True...

If they cats and dogs could write, it would look something like this-----


DOG DIARY
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

CAT DIARY
Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.

For now...

The Cat!

The Potholes...

Ever heard of the potholes? I bet you have not. The Potholes are a natural feature in the creek bed of a small Indiana water way that over time, has eroded and cut out depressions in the creek bed to create "potholes". While walking along the bed you will find holes of icey cold water swirling about in a 3-5 deep hole that is just asking for you to dip into it. You have no choice.. if you want to work your way to the falls, or work your way back to the entry point, some of the potholes you must hit! It is a secret little place that only a few people at a time go to. It looks like Turkey Run State park, but only about half a mile long and not nearly as crowded or big. But special just the same. Two weekends ago I went there with family and friends. It was great! Sometime I will have to take you there, but until then, enjoy the photos!

later!

hideyho... off I go!

For those that care, I will be off on a Mission trip to New Orleans with the youth group from my church. I will not be doing much blogging here, (not that I have been lately anyway..) but I will be doing some from the LYO blog if you care to follow. The LYO blog is here.

One thing I really want to do, outside of the Youth Conference is visit the D-Day Museum, which I will then blog about on this site!

Later!

Does this scare you?

Take of look at this. This is happening, not in Saudi Arbia, Kuwait, or Iran or anyplace like that, but in Bridgeview IL, at the Hilton Hotel conference center!

here is the video

I find it interesting that the music used seems to be very warlike and ominous, as though it was a monster rising to the attack.

And if this is what is happening in the US, then why the frak don't the "moderate" muslims speak out about this? Why, because there is, in my opinion, no such thing as a moderate muslim. Until I start hearing them speak out about this, I will not believe that there is such an animal.

I have only a very few people I know that are muslim, and I think they are very intelligent people, but I have never heard them speak out about the rise of radical Islam. "If you aren't against them, you are with them." is a phrase that comes to mind.

Beware!

Never in my life....

have I ever heard a sermon that based on a decision I made concerning my faith and belief system. But my wife has. Just ask her about it. (If you know her.) She may not think it was, but oh yes, it was.

I think it was a sort of wake up call or a breath of fresh air for the Pastor.

Interesting what the question, "So now what?" can cause.

Later!