Hang Hayden.
Put Alfie on a plane.
Burn everyone at Alder Hey Children's Hospital at the stake.
4/26/2018
4/25/2018
BJW - Mrs. Right
Sitting in the bar George asked his 40-year-old friend John, "How come you aren't married?"
John: "I haven't found the right woman yet."
George: "So what are you looking for?"
John: "Oh she's got to be real pretty, a good cook and house keeper. She's got to know how to handle money, have a nice and pleasant personality and money. She's got to have money. And a nice big house wouldn't hurt either."
George: "A woman like that would be crazy to marry YOU!"
John: "Oh, it's okay, if she is crazy."
John: "I haven't found the right woman yet."
George: "So what are you looking for?"
John: "Oh she's got to be real pretty, a good cook and house keeper. She's got to know how to handle money, have a nice and pleasant personality and money. She's got to have money. And a nice big house wouldn't hurt either."
George: "A woman like that would be crazy to marry YOU!"
John: "Oh, it's okay, if she is crazy."
4/19/2018
Losing My Religion, part 6, The Moose Story
The "Losing My Religion Posts" in order: Post 1, Post 2, Post 3, Post 4, and Post 5.
Before I start know this, nobody in my life has told me they believe my story, not even my old minister. When I tell this, people give me kindly nods and polite smiles; like they would to a child repeating some bit of make believe.
I love hunting. I have since I was a kid and my grandpa let me tag along behind some men who were pheasant hunting on his farm.
The Shiras Moose is the smallest moose sub-species and is native to the rocky mountain region of the US. A hunting license is difficult to draw. It took me 15 years of applying before I had enough points to get one. I wanted to hunt and harvest my moose on my own, on foot, without a guide. Like any other hunter, I wanted to bag a big bull.
From my journal:
October 6th 2015 at about 9am I was praying.
My father insisted on going moose hunting with me. He never had much of an interest in hunting before. His health wasn't good and he was in no shape to make the trip. The place where I was hunting had lots of moose sign but I had been in the field 5 days without seeing any moose. I had been praying for a successful hunt. My dad's health was failing and it looked like I was going to have to cancel the trip.
As I was walking a stream bottom, working my way up the mountain I started praying. I told God that I wanted a big moose for my glory, but that I hadn't considered His. I confessed that I had been thinking only how if I could have my way things would be better in my life. I admitted that there were more important things I should have been focused on.
That was when I changed my hart in that prayer. I praised him for providing for me and blessing me above what I deserved.
I asked for a successful hunt so my dad could go home and feel like it was a good trip. I asked for meat to fill my freezer and feed my family. I promised that if this was granted I would give 25% of the processed meat away to those who needed it more than I. I talked to Him about failings in my marriage and fixing them.
I asked Him to confirm that He would grant me a blessing in my relationship with my kids and wife. I asked for His best for my life. Then I asked Him to confirm that He would bless my life and use me to provide for my family,
Then I said: "A record book bull would prove my prowess as a hunter and give me glory. I don't want my glory. I want your best for my life. Don't give me a big bull. Give me a sign that you have heard me and will grant my prayer. Dear God please give a spike moose. In Jesus name..."
Before I could say "Amen" a young bull moose jumped up in front of me, about 30 yards away and waited for me to shoot it. Which I did.
It took about 8 hours to pack the moose and get off the mountain. Before I had the meat moved 50 yards from the kill site, a bear was enjoying the carcass.
The. Best. Hunt. Of. My. Life!
Six months later I was laying on my back waiting to go into surgery. I had just finished handwriting a goodbye note to my son and daughter as well as my last will and testament.
The nurse helpfully explained the information on the waivers I was signing. There was a chance that I would not survive the surgery. They weren't sure how much of a chance but 9 months earlier I had been ruled medically unfit to receive a surgery that my ENT had requested and the hospital still had the record. I could die.
There was a chance that the infection in my arm was too extensive to be removed. If that was the case, they would amputate my arm.
I don't think I knew what to pray for.
Before I start know this, nobody in my life has told me they believe my story, not even my old minister. When I tell this, people give me kindly nods and polite smiles; like they would to a child repeating some bit of make believe.
I love hunting. I have since I was a kid and my grandpa let me tag along behind some men who were pheasant hunting on his farm.
The Shiras Moose is the smallest moose sub-species and is native to the rocky mountain region of the US. A hunting license is difficult to draw. It took me 15 years of applying before I had enough points to get one. I wanted to hunt and harvest my moose on my own, on foot, without a guide. Like any other hunter, I wanted to bag a big bull.
From my journal:
October 6th 2015 at about 9am I was praying.
My father insisted on going moose hunting with me. He never had much of an interest in hunting before. His health wasn't good and he was in no shape to make the trip. The place where I was hunting had lots of moose sign but I had been in the field 5 days without seeing any moose. I had been praying for a successful hunt. My dad's health was failing and it looked like I was going to have to cancel the trip.
As I was walking a stream bottom, working my way up the mountain I started praying. I told God that I wanted a big moose for my glory, but that I hadn't considered His. I confessed that I had been thinking only how if I could have my way things would be better in my life. I admitted that there were more important things I should have been focused on.
That was when I changed my hart in that prayer. I praised him for providing for me and blessing me above what I deserved.
I asked for a successful hunt so my dad could go home and feel like it was a good trip. I asked for meat to fill my freezer and feed my family. I promised that if this was granted I would give 25% of the processed meat away to those who needed it more than I. I talked to Him about failings in my marriage and fixing them.
I asked Him to confirm that He would grant me a blessing in my relationship with my kids and wife. I asked for His best for my life. Then I asked Him to confirm that He would bless my life and use me to provide for my family,
Then I said: "A record book bull would prove my prowess as a hunter and give me glory. I don't want my glory. I want your best for my life. Don't give me a big bull. Give me a sign that you have heard me and will grant my prayer. Dear God please give a spike moose. In Jesus name..."
Before I could say "Amen" a young bull moose jumped up in front of me, about 30 yards away and waited for me to shoot it. Which I did.
It took about 8 hours to pack the moose and get off the mountain. Before I had the meat moved 50 yards from the kill site, a bear was enjoying the carcass.
The. Best. Hunt. Of. My. Life!
Six months later I was laying on my back waiting to go into surgery. I had just finished handwriting a goodbye note to my son and daughter as well as my last will and testament.
The nurse helpfully explained the information on the waivers I was signing. There was a chance that I would not survive the surgery. They weren't sure how much of a chance but 9 months earlier I had been ruled medically unfit to receive a surgery that my ENT had requested and the hospital still had the record. I could die.
There was a chance that the infection in my arm was too extensive to be removed. If that was the case, they would amputate my arm.
I don't think I knew what to pray for.
Back Online
I was able to get back on line today. I'll get to work on the moose story.
After I hit "publish" I saw the number of hits for my last BJW post, "Quickies". Judging by incredible jump in site traffic, I'd say that using a title that's a double entendre is a great way to boost interest in my posts.
After I hit "publish" I saw the number of hits for my last BJW post, "Quickies". Judging by incredible jump in site traffic, I'd say that using a title that's a double entendre is a great way to boost interest in my posts.
4/18/2018
BJW - Quickies
A Wife's definition of retirement: Twice as much husband on half as much pay.
My wife thinks I put football before marriage, even though we just celebrated our third season together.
Try to remember that, with the exception of your parents and your children, most people will consider you an adult.
The world is divided into haves and have-nots: those who have a sense of humor and those who do not.
My husband and I married for better or worse... He couldn't do better and I couldn't do worse.
When the letters on a page begin to thrash about and attack each other, it's probably time to turn off the light and go to sleep.
My wife thinks I put football before marriage, even though we just celebrated our third season together.
Try to remember that, with the exception of your parents and your children, most people will consider you an adult.
The world is divided into haves and have-nots: those who have a sense of humor and those who do not.
My husband and I married for better or worse... He couldn't do better and I couldn't do worse.
When the letters on a page begin to thrash about and attack each other, it's probably time to turn off the light and go to sleep.
4/13/2018
Friday, the 13th
I know. I've not written up the moose story. Sorry. I'm moving. It's wonderful to be going back to America, or what's left of it.
I'm not sure when I'll get internet again. I'm renting a condo until I get a house bought. I'm thinking that will take 60 days or so. It might be longer. I might end up building too, at least that is an option that is on the table.
The BJW queue is full for a couple of months so you'll have a reason, maybe not a good one, to drop by.
If I can find an ISP that doesn't demand an unreasonable contract to set me up at one address and move without charging me when I buy a house, I'll be back up and blogging sooner. Otherwise I'll wait till I get a house to get back on line.
I'm not sure when I'll get internet again. I'm renting a condo until I get a house bought. I'm thinking that will take 60 days or so. It might be longer. I might end up building too, at least that is an option that is on the table.
The BJW queue is full for a couple of months so you'll have a reason, maybe not a good one, to drop by.
If I can find an ISP that doesn't demand an unreasonable contract to set me up at one address and move without charging me when I buy a house, I'll be back up and blogging sooner. Otherwise I'll wait till I get a house to get back on line.
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