OK, I lied. I really, really meant to leave this thing alone for a while, but world events have conspired to make that impossible. I mean, it's hard to ignore shit like this
. I'm really starting to get tired of all the crap overseas. Now that I have a son in the Marines, it's starting to hit real close to home. Yes, I'm scared for him. Yes, I know he'll probably end up in the Middle East before his enlistment is up. Can I do anything to stop it? No, I can't. He's 20 years old now and a man in his own right; hell, he's a Marine, which is something his old man never did.
What should we do about the WoT? Don't ask me, I'm not a pundit. Emperor Misha
have discussed this subject extensively, and they're not the only ones. There are a lot of blogs out there that are much more politically savvy than I'll ever be; all you have to do is go look. My personal opinions are all that I have, and if you want to know, just ask. (Hmmm hmmm HMMMM hmmm) Glad you asked! Personally, I believe we should concentrate all our efforts towards rooting out the masterminds of all these terrorist organizations and snuffing them out on the spot. A tacnuke on Mecca would be a good start . . . nah, just kidding. Or maybe not. All I know is, until we get the bozos who keep telling their followers to kill Americans, Americans will continue to be killed. And isn't it amazing how those leaders who keep telling their followers that it is a holy obligation to martyr themselves never seem to lead by example??
I am going to have to cease blogging for a while. I originally started doing this because it seemed to be a neat thing to do, plus it would apparently help me with my typing and composing abilities. However, in the last couple of weeks things have changed, and not for the better. Maybe I've having a crisis of faith, what they used to call in the old days "spiritual aridity", and to me it's not a lot of fun. I take my religion seriously, and finding myself questioning my basic beliefs really scares me. The personal crises I've been going through lately don't seem to help a whole lot. So, in order to try to put my life back in order (or something approaching order), something has to go, and this blog suffers as a result.
I still plan on reading some of the blogs out there as time permits, but not on as regular a basis as I used to. To the people who have stopped by, thank you for taking the time to read about my life, such as it is. To all the (virtual) friends I have made online, don't be strangers; I can still be reached by email. Hopefully I will get things back in line and be able to devote time to this medium again. Only time will tell.
Illegitemi non carborundum.
Things have been crazy at the cave lately. The mother-in-law went in for facial surgery a week or so ago. Quick backtrack: Several years ago the MIL was diagnosed with an auditory neuroma (benign) which was growing at a rate which would kill her if it weren't removed. One surgeon tried to remove it but only got about 5% of it, but in the process he cut a facial nerve, which in effect caused the left side of her face to droop, kinda like a facial stroke. Luckily, another surgeon was able to go in and remove 98% of the remaining tumor, but could do nothing for her face. After several years of having to drink through a straw and in effect wear a bib for all her meals, she finally was able to convince her insurance company that this was not cosmetic surgery, and was able to get the problem at least decreased in severity.
Next on the list, The Better Half™ is suffering from mastitis so severe that the doctor had to lance the infection. Now she has an appointment with a surgeon to try to fix the problem permanently. So things have been hopping, to say the least.
The Knights of Columbus
has been taking a lot of my time recently. That and church events. I am now the official lector trainer for our parish. For those unfamiliar with the term, at the beginning of Mass a member of the congregation reads two selections from the Bible, one from the Old and one from the New Testament. Then about halfway through Mass the same member reads a short list of prayers to the congregation. This person is called a lector, and it's now my responsibility to train people who volunteer to do this.
Little SR is doing better at feedings; she's up to about 25 ounces a day. Not bad for a little girl who's had three bowel resections, her gall bladder removed, has CP and is microcephalic. But she's cute!! The major problem with SR is that with the bowel resections, she doesn't have enough intestine left to properly process her food, so that when she has a bowel movement, the entire neighborhood knows it. The smell would kill a moose. Not only that, she has a bad habit of leaking past her diaper and getting poo everywhere. I mean everywhere. I'm talking rubber glove cleanup here, folks. I don't want that stuff on my hands! How can such a little person cause such a big stink? Inquiring noses want to know.