THE MASTER'S VOICE

To begin this blog please read "Gone Fishing - Catch and Release" dated Sunday, November 2, 2008 could be helpful in understanding this tale.

Now that the homework is done my tale can commence.

Last night I was invited to the second anniversary celebration of "Celebrate Recovery" Grant Alabama Chapter by my former girlfriend which I was going to marry in October, however, the Fishing Tournament Director ruled her inappropriate for my livewell. My heart is still broken but I must be obedient to the rules of the Tournament.

Kevin Derryberry was the guest speaker at the event last night and he told a tale about his child at two years old which precisely describes my situation. I relate it as best I can as follows:

Mrs. Derryberry was baking a cake for a party at a friends house when the two year old smelled the cake and came running for a piece.

Child: "Mom give me some cake."
Mother: "No son this cake is not for us but is for our friends."
Child: "Give me cake"
Mother: "No son."

This conversation continues until the mother decides to cut a small sliver out of the cake to give the son.

Mother: "Here son! Now I can patch the cake with frosting and no one will ever know."
The son ate the sliver of cake but was not satisfied but only got more of a craving for the cake.
Child: "More cake."

Finally the mother had had enough and decided to distract the child by letting him play outside just as they were outside the phone rang. She slipped inside to answer the phone and immediately went back outside to watch her son. Looking for him she noticed he wasn't there because he had followed her into the house. The next thing she saw was her son locking the door leaving her outside.
The child walked away from the door and started pushing a chair near the counter where the cake resided. Slowly he scooted the chair in place and he commenced to climb up the chair and commenced to drool over the cake.

Mother: "SON GET AWAY FROM THAT CAKE!!!"

The son just looked at his mother screaming as he lifted the lid off the cake pan.

Mother: "SON DON'T TOUCH THAT CAKE!!!!"

The son looked at the cake with great anticipation of eating his fill. The son looked at the cake then he would look at his mother. This went on for several seconds.

Next the son proceeded to EAT THE CAKE. Well not exactly. He actually placed the lid back on the cake, climbed down from the chair, and unlocked the door for his mother for he knew his mother's voice and wanted to please her more than he wanted to disobey her even for the pleasure of eating the cake.

Seeing her son's obedience to her wishes she cut him off a large slice of cake and took the rest to the party with a wonderful tale of why the cake was not whole anymore.

I can relate to the son in this story because I have sampled what it is to love and be loved but also have heard the voice of the Tournament Director demanding I turn her loose and let her go because he has better things for us and she just isn't the right fish for my livewell.

Owner Of A Broken Heart

PS: GONE FISHING!!!!!!!

Kitties Kitties Everywhere !!!

Look what I found under the house. Four new kittens.

More Puppies !!!

As you can see in these images Sasha's big sister has had a litter of puppies. There were eight but now there are seven. One didn't survive the first day.

They are four weeks old and have just started to explore the world and let humans get near them. It is amazing what changes can happen in one day in a puppies life. I guess to us that would be a full week.

As you can see they are healthy and happy. The mother takes very good care of them.

PUPPY LOVE !!!!

I know I know you are thinking that is a funny looking cat. Well my kitties have morphed into a puppy. My child-ling took the kitties and the ex-wife has given them to her neighbors which are moving to parts unknown. At least I had visitation rites for awhile.

This is Sasha. A fourteen week old ball of energy. Yes she looks Innocent enough but she is very smart and lives for Payback. Just cross her and she plants pottie bombs in strategic locations just like land mines. For example last week I came home, fed her, let her run the yard to drop her bombs, and then left her in the house alone for a couple hours. She apparently became upset over this situation because she left three liquid land mines directly in front of my favorite chair. One center, one 45% left, and one 45% right. Perfect land mine placement. I actually made it to the chair without loosing a leg so she stepped in the center one and jumped onto my lap. OH MAN !!! Where did this wet dog come from. As I left the chair my left foot took a hit and skidded across the floor. As I said: Perfect land mine placement. A direct hit.

After clearing the mine field she just looked at me with that GOTCHA look. I knew that it was too late to effectively scold her so she got away with that one.

Actually she is larger than she looks in the picture. Two weeks ago she was the size of a half grown cat. Now she is the size of a full grown cat. She can reach at least 1" higher every day. Soon she will be able to take food off my plate while sitting in my recliner. She actually minds well but she is still a puppy and doesn't remember what is off limits for more than a few moments at a time.

Overall she is a great companion and actually gets along with my outdoor cats very well. She also hasn't found out that those strange creatures from next doors "taste like chicken". Life will get interesting when she figures that one out.

Well that is my latest addition to the house. I think the next items will be some real furniture.

TIME FLIES WHEN HAVING FUN !!!

WOW !!!! What A Ride since Christmas.

I know that I haven't posted anything in awhile so I had better get with it.

The new year has brought about a lot of changes of which most are for the better. As I see it anyway. Some would disagree. HA

I have a new lady in my life which leads to some interesting challenges for an "Inter-personally Retarded" person such as myself. Yes I can be difficult at times but she puts up with me anyway. Sometimes she just doesn't know if it is worth the effort but she just hangs in there. So far at least.

Child-ling #3 celebrated her 20th birthday and catnapped my kitties. I still have visitation privileges. It warms my heart to see them start to run from a stranger but then recognize "DADDY" and run into my arms just like my child-lings. Maybe I am not so bad after all.

My sister and bro-in-law came and camped in their fifth-wheeler on the coldest week of the year just to meet my new lady. Unfortunately they were unprepared for 0 degree weather but they are very resourceful and managed very well. One thing about my bro-in-law is that he is a diehard HOOTERS man. We managed to eat there three times in one week. I was about HOOTERED OUT by the time he left. Being also a diehard camp man he grilled next to a large fire two of the nights in sub 20 degree weather. The challenge was to rotate at the right speed to not freeze on one side and roast on the other. Overall we had a great time. They left just in time to miss the snow flurries which delighted my sister.

It has been a good year for me so far. I pray that it stays that way but I know hard times are always just around the corner. When it gets rough just stand firm and don't let the winds blow you over.