Dory's Colon Saves the Day (In a Roundabout Way)

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Every homeowner fears it:  having something major break down on the weekend or worse, a holiday. So of course it had to happen to us.

I've mentioned in the past how Lucy and Dory have a habit of waking me up in the middle of the night and wee small hours of the morning.  Most of the time I don't appreciate being woke up, usually just when I'm finally getting to sleep.  However, this one time...  Well, thank goodness for Dory's habit of not wanting to poop in rain or wet grass until she just can't hold it anymore.  If not for her little, annoying peculiarities, we might not have gone to bed last night with air conditioning.

She woke me Saturday morning at 5, needing to poop.  I had planned to sleep as late as I possibly could that morning, so I considered ignoring her but knew that wouldn't work.  My next plan was to feed and potty both girls then, so we could all go back to sleep.  The thing is, when I got up with them, I noticed that the air conditioner was still running, but it was hot in the house.  I had been up a couple of hours earlier to get a drink, and the temperature was 71°.  At 5 AM it was 73°.  To make matters worse, it was cooler outside the house.  I had already been noticing how horrible the AC sounded in the middle of the night, so I was worried and checked to see if air was coming out of the vents.  It wasn't.  I hated to do it, because I knew he would tell me I was crazy, but I decided to wake Bart.

He walked into the bathroom, felt a little air, and started to think I was crazy.  Then he noticed the horrible noise the unit was making and decided to check some other vents.  I wasn't crazy.  Here we were at 5 AM on the Fourth of July AND a Saturday at that, and our air conditioner was broken.

The good news is that we are gold members of a local HVAC company and have guaranteed tech visits within 24 hours, no matter if it's the weekend, a holiday, or both, and we don't have to pay extra for the visit either.  The technician, Sandy, had been here a few times in the past.  He's a pretty great guy, and he showed Bart exactly what was wrong.  We could buy a new compressor for $3000 and still have several issues, or we could bite the bullet and get a whole, new unit.  We decided to go ahead and do it.  By 11 AM, we had a comfort consultant (salesman) here, showing us our choices, and by 1 PM the install team was there, getting to work.  That's almost unbelievable considering it was a holiday.

In the midst of all this, we had planned to host a cookout with our best friends, so we were hoping the AC would be up and running by the time everyone got there.  We texted everyone, letting them know the circumstances, letting them know they didn't have to come if they didn't want to.  Everyone came anyway, which pleased Ladybug.  She had been so excited.  We ended up having a great evening, even though the AC wasn't up and running until 11pm.  Ladybug and her best friend and her brother had fun swimming, playing, and shooting little champagne poppers.  We tried sparklers, but L kind of lost it when the neighborhood lit up like Beirut.  Thankfully we always buy a lot of extra food, because we were more than happy to share with the install team.

I love our friends.  Even though it was getting late, they stayed to make sure we had AC and didn't need a place to cool off for the night.  We're truly blessed.  Also, I love Dory, because had she not woke me, we would not have gotten that service call in so early, and probably would have suffered a lot longer.  Next time I complain because she won't do her business in the rain, remind me not to.  Her finicky colon saved the day.

The fan hog who saved the day

Ladybug Logic And Lucy's Lucyness

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Yesterday morning, Ladybug was assisting me in getting Lucy and Dory to potty and come back inside the house.  Her job was to hand them both a little treat.  I told her that the yellow one was cheese-flavored, and that I wanted Lucy to have that one since she actually pooped.  Now Ladybug with all the logic of a three-year-old surmised that if the yellow treat tasted like cheese then the brown treat must taste like poo poo.  She thought herself a genius and wouldn't accept that the brown treat was actually beef-flavored.  It wasn't nearly as funny as a poop-flavored treat.

We discuss poop a lot these days, as well as burping and tooting.  Ladybug has decided that toilet humor is just pretty awesome, and that Olaf toots snowflakes. Personally, I haven't seen anything funny in toilet humor since I was about fifteen.  I distinctly remember watching Dumb and Dumber in the movie theater with my friends, thinking it was hilarious.  However by the time it came out on video, I couldn't see what was so funny anymore.  I do laugh when Ladybug makes these jokes though, because she just gets so tickled that it's contagious.  I love it when she is struck with a case of the giggles.

Of course it makes sense that someone who finds bodily functions so hilarious just might not see the importance of other things.  We took her outside before she was asleep last night to see Jupiter and Venus in conjunction, making the Bethlehem Star.  Bart and I thought it was pretty amazing.  Ladybug was just like, "Yep, there it is.  Can I go to bed now?"  Celestial events that only happen every 2000 or so years just don't compare to poop-flavored treats right now.

Speaking of dog treats and the family members who consume them, Lucy has lately gotten into the habit of getting out of bed for breakfast when she darn well pleases.  Rather than get up when Dory and I do and eating breakfast and doing her business with Dory, she has decided to start sleeping in.  Her bowl of kibble is left untouched.  It says a lot about Dory that she doesn't just eat Lucy's breakfast for her.  Dory will be long finished, and I will have long started my morning quiet time when Miss Lucy saunters into the living room.  Then she leisurely eats her breakfast and waits on me to finish so she can take care of business outside.  Of course once she's outside, she requires a certain number of hugs and kisses from me before she'll do her business.  In her opinion, mornings are for cuddles and possibly chasing birds and squirrels.  Dory thinks they're for bike rides and chasing the aforementioned birds and squirrels.  That's why she would like for me to get up at 6 each and every morning.  Lucy would prefer to keep me cuddled in bed with her.  Either way, their lives are so incredibly difficult.  That darn squirrel is always teasing them through the windows.

Well, my train of thought was just completely lost as I heard Ladybug calling for me upstairs.  She sleeps with her doors closed, and apparently couldn't open the door because her arms were full of stuffed dogs.  Bart and I found it amusing, Ladybug thought it was a serious predicament.  Bart explained how she could have put her dogs down, but I'm guessing hot lava would have consumed them had that occurred.  That's just another example of Ladybug Logic.  One thing is for certain, my days are definitely not boring living with a Ladybug, a Lucy, and a Dory!

Where Faith and Fear Collide

Monday, June 29, 2015

I think that, like a lot of people, I've grown weary of social media of late.  I've seen a lot of what can, in the end, only be labeled as fear.  The fear that most of us are experiencing isn't a fear of any group of people.  It's definitely not a hatred of anyone.  It's a fear of losing our own religious liberties and freedoms.  It's a fear of ultimately not being allowed to publicly practice our own religion and being persecuted for our very faith. Our knee-jerk reactions to the direction in which society is headed are usually initially based on that fear, then that fear leads to anger, and lashing out verbally (sometimes more in the most extreme cases).  Fear causes people to say without thinking and certainly to post  something on social media without stepping back and being rational.  Fear is and always has been the greatest tool of the devil. He has been using it most effectively lately to snuff out something far greater, our faith in God.

I know that it's difficult to grasp at a time when it seems that the world's hatred of Christianity is growing exponentially, but everything...  EVERYTHING that happens in this world is allowed by God.  Don't ever think that He isn't in control.  I've always loved Romans 8:28, but today it speaks to me on a deeper level.
And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose (NKJV).
I'm not going to get into politics, because I decided long ago that this wouldn't be a political blog.  It's no secret that I'm no fan at all of the man currently residing in the White House.  That said, I once had to remind myself that God allowed him to be put in that position, just as right now God is allowing everything that is happening to occur.  He has never not been in control.  That doesn't mean a great deal of what's going on right now is pleasing to His eyes, He just is allowing it to happen.

Every day spiritual battles are fought.  We have large portions of the population up at arms over a battle flag right now while our brothers and sisters elsewhere are being beheaded, raped, and burned. I wonder where our priorities are as we fight these battles?  Are we forgetting that the war was already won?  No, I'm not talking about the Civil War, but the war between God's perfect plan for us all and the sin that separates US ALL from the glory of God (Romans 3:23).  It was won on the cross when God's perfect, blameless son sacrificed himself so that THE WORLD should not perish but have everlasting life (John 3:16).  The ultimate expression of love was Christ's sacrifice on the cross.  He was in control that day, every day leading up to it, and each day since, and He did it for each and every single one of us.  All we have to is accept Him.

Today as I continued my study of the Psalms, I came across Chapter 37, Verse 8.
Cease from anger, and forsake wrath;
Do not fret— it only causes harm (NKJV).
Over the past few weeks I have seen a great deal of anger, more wrath than I care to, but mostly things that are rooted in fretting, worrying, allowing fear a place in our hearts.  We are letting fear hammer out our faith.  It isn't easy seeing Matthew 10:22 in action.  Jesus never said following Him would be easy though.  We should just remember to put into practice Psalms 34:13 & 14:
Keep your tongue from evil,
And your lips from speaking deceit.
 Depart from evil and do good;
Seek peace and pursue it.
 The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous,
And His ears are open to their cry (NKJV).
In the end, it doesn't matter what nine people wearing robes say.  It doesn't matter whether flying any certain flags is allowed or not.  When all is said and done, they will all turn to dust.  I am not pleased with most of the recent decisions by our land's highest court.  I couldn't care less about a battle flag that really only does belong at museums. I certainly don't hate anyone.  America may be changing, but "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever."  My faith in that is far greater than any fear I have.  My God certainly is.  I may be hated.  I may lose friends, but I 'm held in the hands of the Creator.  Fear has no place here.

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