Happy Halloween!!

I spent Halloween evening at my parents house passing out candy to all the little neighborhood monsters. When they would knock, I would knock back to see what they would do. Funny thing is, a good chunk of those kids would try and open the door. I found it funny anyways.

Today while I was sleeping, the doorbell rang. No big deal, that occasionally happens when people are trying to sell vacuums or a religion. Either way, I didn't get out of bed to answer the door. When I woke up later, my lawnmower that had been sitting outside by the garage for the past month, was on my porch in front of my big window. I have no idea what that is all about. First I questioned my Dad several times, but he does have an alibi. Most of my friends don't live in Gaylord, and if they were to make a trip to Gaylord, it is not likely that they would spend an extra 15 minutes to go to my house. And most of the people that I can think of that would try a prank, don't even really know where I live. And if it were a good prankster, they would have pushed it right in front of my door so that it would be the first thing I hit when I walked out the door. Since it was raining all day, Dad says it was probably just a "do-gooder" who wanted to get the lawnmower out of the rain. He said that old people are like that. Either way, I'm paranoid about who the hell would have done something like that.

On another note, Hollywood is talking about going on strike if an agreement can't be made in the next couple of hours. What that means for me? There won't be any new episodes of The Office.

Solution to the Cat Problem

I think I know a quick and easy, but morally wrong solution to the cat problem. I'll trap as many feral cats as possible in my garage, close all the windows/doors and leave the car running until its over. Not that I'm suicidal, but if I were to kill myself, thats how I would want to go. Turn the heat on and get nice and cozy, turn on my favorite radio station and go nite-nite. If I did it this way, I wouldn't have to pay the $20 to take it to the Humane Society (those lazy bastards).

What a Day

It is 3am. I just spent the majority of my evening watching the entire 3rd year series of The Office. With a break only to get something to eat. Pretty pathetic? Kinda. I figured I deserved it after raking leaves for 4 hours this afternoon. I'm trying to rationalize......

Post Secret

A couple of years ago I stumbled across a book called "Post Secret." Basically people write down some of their deepest secrets that no one knows and they mail it to this guy in Maryland. It started out as a simple project and has since spiraled out of control. His website postsecret.com has new secrets every Sunday. I check it religiously. I just bought his fourth book and I am rather disappointed in it. So much to the point where I made a postcard and mailed it in. I have also sent in a couple other postcards but none of them have made the book or the website. I still have faith. Here are a couple of videos.

Postsecret Project: Open Up

Best PostSecret

PostSecret

More and more cats, oh my!

A couple of nights ago it was rather chilly and temps dipped down into the 20's. Apparently the neighborhood cat decided it was too cold for her 5 little kittens. So where does she bring them? My garage. Today I was able to catch them and take them to the humane society. Kind of sad, but they said they would probably have to kill most of them because they are to feral already. First she told me it would cost $60, but thats bullshit. Than she decided to charge me $30. Thats such crap. They said in my neighborhood, feral cats are getting out of control. That they know of, there are more than 100 cats. To my knowledge this black cat has had 3 sets of kittens (thats where my garage cat came from). But I think that this cat has gotten close enough where I can put on some armor and try and catch it. Than I have two options. I can get a voucher and have it fixed for free. Or take it to the humane society and tell them that she has little chance of surviving the winter. Which isn't entirely true, but it sure would be nice to get rid of the problem entirely. Is that inhumane? Plus I fear becoming the neighborhood "cat lady."

Its All About Who You Know

Well, for a change, I got to leave work early (that is why I'm writing this at 430). Not even a couple miles from the hospital I got pulled over, and rightfully so, I was driving 67mph in a 55mph. Anyways, it was one of the State Boys and once he saw me all he said was "Oh, it is only you." Of course he knows me from coming into the ER all the time. We briefly talked about some problems he is having with his elbow and than for whatever reason we started talking about the Tigers. After about 5 minutes he let me go, not even a warning. The only thing he asked was where I lived. Never asked for my license, proof of insurance or registration. Not that I'm complaining. I hope I'll be able to return the favor someday.

Donating to Charity

A few months back my Dad showed me a website where you are able to donate money to people in third world countries trying to start a business. The website is www.kiva.org and you can donate a minimum of $25 dollars and of course as much as you may have ever wanted to give a person. Last spring I donated $25 to help a lady establish a clothing business and just got repaid. Her total loan was for $600 and several people loaned her money. The payback percentage is very high. Needless to say I have re-donated that money and encourage all to visit. It can make a nice Christmas present. It gives you that warm and fuzzy feeling inside.

On a side note I have to re-pay a visit to the dentist again. I need a couple of caps and the dentist says I need to have my wisdom teeth pulled. As far as the wisdom teeth are concerned, don't you think they are fine back there if they aren't painful and they aren't pushing all my other teeth forward and causing a crooked smile. I wish I knew more about reading dental x-rays. I think pulling wisdom teeth today is similar to everyone having their tonsils removed way back when. An unnecessary procedure. But I think his business has declined for him and that he needs some extra cash for Christmas gifts. Bastard.....

Opps

I just slammed my garage cat's tail in the car door when I got home this morning. Why do I find that so funny?