Moving Problems

It seems like I have a small problem that only became bigger after I got married... No, not what some of you are thinking. I like to move stuff around in my house. I am taking on the daunting task of rearranging my living room after work today with the goal in mind to be able to assemble & put our table (the one you eat at) somewhere in the kitchen or living room. We bought this table about 4 months ago & it's been sitting in my garage in the box for a few reasons that I won't go into now. So anyway, I find that my mind is preoccupied with possible designs for my living/kitchen rooms. Maybe that is my true calling...design. I actually like to draw floorplans for houses Id like to build & live in. About a 1.5 years ago, I had a master bed/bath put on my house. I got to design it & all that good stuff & I dream of being able to do that with an entire house one day. I'll sell some plans that I've made up for interested parties. Here's to unpacking the table.

Contemplations

Over the past year, it seems like I've been faced with some fairly interesting situations that seem to get more intense as time goes by. These situations have brought me to a point in mi vida where I've begun to reassess some things & make decisions that not only affect my family but potentially many others. I think to myself & sometimes try to convince myself that I can live a certain way in an environment that doesn't fit with who I am. Now the whole God thing comes in... What does God want me to do? That's the age old question that I've seen people wrestle with until they become paralyzed with indecision. I know that God will bless me with whatever I'm doing & wherever I do it, which takes some of the pressure off. So in my contemplations & discussions it seems like I’m faced with this or that decisions. I know I can't have it both ways (not a gay reference). So, what do I want? That's a big question, but I know I want to enjoy & look forward to Sundays, & that's a start.

2 Better than 1?

The past two weeks have been eventful to say the least. I havent blogged in over a week & feel like I need to evaluate my priorities. Anyway, I have a bitch. A mini pinscher to be exact. Looks like a 10 pound doberman. She is a good dog but picked up a bad habit while I was out of town. She hung out with a few other dogs for a couple weeks and now likes to dig holes in my yard. I talked to my brother who watches the dog whisperer & got some advice but Ive also been told that min pins need constant companionship. Ive looked into getting my bitch a special male min pin friend named Higgins. Are 2 better than 1, or am I going to have twice as many holes? Carter!!!

Disrespect?

I feel it is my responsibility to pass this on. It is from my dear brother @ law school. I know it will bring you great pleasure.

I would like to preface this post with the fact that i live in spokane. it is a city larger than reno, but without as many teeth to go around.

i was awakened by my wife two nights ago at 2am. she heard female voices outside of our home. i struggled towards consciousness and searched for the flashlight, knowing there has been a propensity for teens to congregate on our property in the past. while searching for the flashlight, i heard outside of our bedroom window and on our driveway, "they have an alarm." i, in turn, was alarmed and soon found the flashlight. with great force and alacrity, i forced my way thru the front door as to startle those on our property. i directed my beam on two teenage girls near the sidewalk and found them smoking on the front steps. i turned my attention on the voice i heard outside my window, a mere 15 feet from my front door. i was startled to find a 13 or 14 year old girl squatting on our driveway taking a dump. yes, a female teen defacating on my driveway. with my mind working faster than my mouth could speak, i yelled "what the hell are you doing?" "get the hell off of my property!" one of the smoking girls said, "we didn't mean to disrespect you, but..." i responded, "your friend is dumping on my driveway, i wish i had my garden hose to squirt her like I do the rest of the animals that squat on my property...get the **** out of here!" fortunately, i literally scared the load out of the squatter and she fell in her own pile. while attempting to pull her pants up. the girls then began giving some lip, like they were entitled to #2 on my property, so i got in my wife's car and turned the high beams on them and chased them down the street.
do we really want to procreate?

Now That's Hospitality

As I've said over the past few days, I took some pictures that I found a bit interesting. Especially since these are pictures of authentic/real instruments of torture that were used by the church during the Inquisition.
The first picture, which I will call "The Bouncer" has been on my board before. The "sinner" would be placed in the metal ring & if female, would be repeatedly dropped on her snoopis & other areas. Men would be dropped on their bonch, butthole, and/or their tailbone. It all sounds pretty painful & quite perverse.



This is "The Chair." Covered with spikes, the unclean would be strapped down & punched, kicked, and pretty much anything else that would drive their bodies into the spikes. As I was looking at this stuff, I wondered what the people who invented this stuff were like. I understand torture & execution, but most of this torture was done to people that were naked, and most of it was sexually perverse. Maybe I'd feel better if I found out that this stuff wasn't invented by the church, maybe not.





Lastly, "The Belt of truth." I think we all know what this was for. When I think chastitiy belt, I think Robin Hood Men in Tights. After seeing a real one, I first laughed, then cringed. Poor souls who tested the metal. Notice the denied entry in two areas. Hrm...Interesting. Brint this may be your solution. You had talked about your 15 yr old daughter & how she will have to be responsible for her decisions. This could help her decision making process. If I am ever blessed with a daughter, I will hang it above the fireplace as a trophy. Talk about intimidation.
There were more pictures but these were the ones that I deemed postworthy.