Cosmic, dude

Yesterday I was about 60 miles from home.

In the middle of the afternoon something told me to look at my hand. I did.

“OMG! I lost my wedding ring!”

I’m checking my pockets. I’m looking on the ground. Hogel notices something is amiss and asks. He helps but no luck, suggests that it might have gotten picked up since Karl just ran the brass picker around the grounds. I ask Karl if he’s seen my wedding band. By now, others are overhearing and word is spreading that I lost my wedding ring.

Then someone notices a key problem.

I’ve been looking at and holding up my right hand.

Of course, my wedding band is on my left hand, and is still there.

I feel silly. Every has a good laugh at my expense. But we just roll with it and move along. I just brushed it off as being 2 days of working hard and I’m starting to get loopy.

We take a break and go inside. I sit down, pull out my iPhone. There’s a text message from Wife.

BTW, diamond fell out of wedding band. Oldest noticed. Ugh.

I check the time stamp. It was about the same time as when I had my little wedding ring incident. I share it with everyone… we have a little “ooo… cosmic” moment. 🙂

Wife loses something with her wedding ring, I end up noticing a loss with my wedding ring… or something like it. 60 miles away.

I’ve heard of things like this happening with twins, where one can feel the other’s pain or sense what the other is thinking, and that it’s not really limited to twins but anyone with a truly close connection.

I don’t know. Could just be massive coincidence, but still… kinda interesting.

Proud Dad Moment

bang bang bang bang…. bang bang bang bang…

I hear the sound of the hammer.

bang bang bang bang…. bang bang bang bang…

The hammering continues. Oldest is putting up Halloween decorations outside.

bang bang bang bang…. bang bang bang bang…

That stupid “signpost”. It’s oddly constructed so you can never give it a good enough whack, and it just doesn’t want to go into the ground.

bang bang bang bang…. bang bang bang bang…

It’s the single-most frustrating holiday decoration we have. Yet, every year they want to put it up.

bang bang bang bang…. bang bang bang bang…

Man… how long has he been out there working on it?

bang bang bang bang…. bang bang bang bang…

Nah… I’ve got my own work to tend to. If he needs my help, I’ll wait for him to ask for it.

bang bang bang bang…. bang bang bang bang…

OK, now it’s driving me crazy. But he’s still working on it.

bang bang bang bang…. bang bang bang bang…

I go downstairs to look out the window. A friend has come over to help him. They pull out the hose to water the ground to soften things up.

bang bang bang bang…. bang bang bang bang…

Still hasn’t said a word to me.

bang bang bang bang…. bang bang bang bang…

And finally, he gets it in.

He never gave up. It’s an amazingly frustrating thing to work on, but there were no complaints. Only dedication. Only persistence.

I know it’s a small thing — putting up a Halloween decoration — but it’s not a small thing. He gets frustrated quickly, and even if he sees it through to the end, many times he’ll get bitchy about it. But not this time. When he came in, I told him what a good job he did. He took the complement. I smiled. 🙂

One reason I left BSA

There are a lot of reasons I left Boy Scouts of America. I support the general nature of what they do, building character, building leadership. The Scout Oath and Law are some pretty good guidelines to live your life by. There are a lot of good skills that are taught.

But then, there’s shit like this.

When he first met with organizers, [Jon] Langbert told them he was gay, and that his son was interested in joining. There were no problems then, he said.

So, he participated in as many activities with Carter and the pack as he could. Langbert said when Cub Scout Pack 70 was low on money, he hit the streets and raised more than $13,000 last year.

That is what Scouting needs more than anything else: parents dedicated and willing to help and contribute. I should know. I spent many years as a Cub Scout Pack Den Leader, and I know what really makes a Pack go and a program successful is parents willing to step up and help out. Scouting needs more parents like Jon Langbert.

But instead….

“I just found out a few days ago that some of the dads are not happy about having a gay guy running the popcorn fundraiser,” Langbert said.

Once the parents complained, Langbert was told he could no longer hold a leadership position in the Boy Scouts of America. They even took his leadership shirt away.

So it was fine when “the gay guy” was raising $13,000 for the Pack (which is an amazing amount of money for a Pack to have), but it’s not fine that he’s gay. OK then… you guys willing to give up the $13,000 he raised? I didn’t think so. My guess is the Pack leadership didn’t have a problem, but some parents did. So what furthermore burns my butt is the leaders not standing up for both Langbert AND their original decision.

Officials with the Boy Scouts of America said their policy does not permit leaders to be gay or atheist.

“Sexuality of any level does not have a place in the Boy Scouts of America,” said Pat Currie, spokesman with the Boy Scouts of America. “What we are all about is teaching kids lifetime values and trying to develop characters and make them better citizens … We are not about sexual orientation.”

Bullshit.

BSA is very much about sexual orientation! The fact you don’t want fags in your midst tells me you do care about sexual orientation and only wish to permit heterosexuality. The lifetime value you’re teaching here is intolerance and exclusion of people you don’t like.

Langbert said he wants the Boy Scouts to change their policy. He said his pack is meeting Monday at the University Park Elementary School, and hopes the school will reevaluate its connection with the Boy Scouts.

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The Supreme Court ruled in 2000 that the Boy Scouts of American does not have to allow gay individuals into its organization. Langbert said he is researching legal action.

Yes, the whole meeting at a school thing is a sticky situation. But honestly Langbert, legal action? give it up. BSA is a private organization and the courts have already upheld that they can do this. And frankly, that’s the way it should be. If we could force any private organization to behave in the way someone else wanted them to behave well, that’d be an ugly day for America and freedom.

If you really want to put your energy into something, put it into other organizations. There are other “youth groups” like this out there. Trouble is, they are few, far between, and often kinda suck. But this is where a dedicated parent like Jon Langbert can help to promote and improve those organizations.

This is part of why BSA is dying. The world is becoming a more tolerant and accepting place, but BSA isn’t. That is their perrogative, and I do respect them for standing up for what they believe in. But like all dinosaurs, if you fail to adapt, you will go extinct.

When it comes to gays and lesbians, I really don’t care. You live your life, I’ll live mine. With 6 billion people in this world, there are going to be some people who do things I don’t care for, and there are going to be some people who don’t like what I do. So long as we don’t tread on each other, so what? You have your right to life, liberty, and pursuit of your happiness, just like I do.

Freedom is something we must give to others if we wish it for ourselves.

Doggie School – Day Two

Sasha had her second dog training class today.

Every day I realize more and more that this is not about training the dog, it’s about training the humans… and the dog kinda gets something along the way. 🙂

We started out reviewing what we did last week, which was basic walking and sitting. Issuing commands, issuing corrections. Being consistent. That’s really the key is consistency. Getting the set down to something simple and everyone sticking with it. For instance, you don’t really need sit, stay, quiet, etc. because implied in sit is to stay and be quiet. But it was evident to Abel that we’ve been working with Sasha — he saw a world of difference compared to last week.

We worked in a slightly different location on the grounds, taking Sasha into new places, new noises, new things, new distractions. She was certainly nervous, but we were able to manage it and she did OK. It’s interesting that she does not eat when she’s nervous enough. Both the trainer and a friend who came with his dog to watch us commented that was odd. But that’s how she is. Once she calms down, she’ll take the treats again.

Then we started to work on “place”. Moving her onto the place, getting her to understand the place. Wife struggled with it a bit because while Wife was working on it, Sasha didn’t get fully onto the stand, Wife moved her leg onto it, the stand creaked, Sasha jumped, and Wife didn’t react immediately to correct things. Plus, Wife isn’t as big or strong as me, so Sasha quickly realized that a physical strength fight against Wife is one she could win. So, there was some struggle there, but they were able to overcome it. I think it was good for Wife too, as it’s helping her gain more confidence in her ability to handle Sasha.

Our homework is to continue working on walking, sit, consistency and simplification of commands (gotta watch what comes out of our mouths, e.g. “sit” not “Sasha sit”, “No” not “Sasha No” or “NoSit”). But now we’re going to add working on the “place”. No command yet, just getting her used to the physical thing.

We needed to get home, but before I go to bed tonight I need to buy her a “place”. I have guidelines… just need to figure out what’s going to work for her. Plus… where in the world are we going to put the thing?? That’s really the big question. 🙂

All in all, she’s improving. There is a LOT of work still ahead. I admit, I’m tired. It’s very mentally and emotionally consuming and thus draining. But we’ll hang in there, for I believe the investment is worth it.

Early Voting Rally

I just returned from an Early Voting Rally. It happened to be sponsored by Texas Republicans… not 100% sure who exactly was sponsoring it (e.g. Travis County Republicans, Texas as a whole, etc.), but it was attended by all your big Texas Republicans: Gov. Rick Perry; Sen. John Cornyn; Jerry Patterson, Texas Land Commissioner; Susan Combs, Texas Comptroller; Attorney General Greg Abbott; Melissa Goodwin, 3rd Court of Appeals; Paul Workman, candidate for Texas State House District-47; Dr. Donna Campbell, candidate for US House Texas District 25; and a host of other Texas Republicans.

Now, I’m not a Republican… and on more than one occasion I wanted to shout out something that would have rubbed folks raw. But this was not the place for such things, and I had bigger reasons to not stir the pot. For you see, I took my children to this event. I was glad to see other parents brought their children too, because this is a lesson in civics. Furthermore, it let’s them see these people close up and see they’re not just a picture on the TV. Besides, you can’t appreciate Gov. “Good Hair” unless you can see him up close. 😉

What I loved most? Oldest. He groaned at the thought of attending this event, but of course he had no choice… he was going. Then I happened to notice during Gov. Perry’s rousing speech… there was Oldest, cheer and applauding with gusto! Yeah, he got into it. 🙂

As a random aside, it was fun watching Gov. Perry’s security detail. One guy (you can see him behind Jerry Patterson in the above picture, in the sunglasses) was pretty tough and serious looking. I nicknamed him Agent Franks. 🙂

As the rally broke up, I managed to chase down Dr. Campbell to say hello. Introduced Daughter to her as well. I could tell she was a tired lady, but a tough one. I applaud her efforts and hope it pans out in a couple of weeks. Daughter was excited to meet Dr. Campbell. 🙂  I was also happy that on the drive home we saw a couple more Donna Campbell yard signs in the neighborhood!

For me, that’s the big reason I went this morning: I wanted my children to experience this. Oh sure, I’ve done things like this before, when I was a kid and my Dad was a Congressman; but then it was “Ugh.. can we go home now?”. Today was the first time I attended a rally because I wanted to be there, and I wanted my children to be there. I want them to understand that politics can and does suck, but we cannot ignore it. It’s important to our lives and something all responsible citizens must care about and partake in. Plus, since they had such a good time, I think it left a positive impression on the kids that sometimes yes, politics can be fun.

Dog-strong

I’m getting quite the crash-course in being a good dog owner.

Before owning a dog I could generally tell who was a good down owner and who wasn’t… it was evident in how the dog behaved and how the owner treated the dog. But now I see more subtle things, and one very interesting thing.

Read this article.

 

The number one biggest mistake dog owners can make with their dogs is to treat them like humans. The human race is such a kind, compassionate species that we tend to look at our canine companions as little humans. When in reality, they are canines and have a very different thought process. This is what differentiates mankind from other species in pack societies; there must be a specific order, from the leader on down to the last follower. Everyone has a place. The leaders are the strength of the pack. The followers need the leader to guide them. This primal instinct keeps the pack secure and happy.

 

 

And oh, do we treat our dogs like little humans.

We must think like a dog and must treat the dog… like a dog. Of course, in human society, to treat someone like a dog means to treat them in a sub-human and poor manner. If towards your dog you act in a manner that humans see as strong and compassionate, your dog will see it as you being weak. If towards your dog you act in a manner that the dog sees as strong, then humans are going to see you being an incompassionate asshole to your dog.

What to do?

Be viewed as an incompassionate asshole.

Treat the dog like a dog. That doesn’t mean treat them badly, that means treat them as they need to be treated — like a dog. Dog groks dog, and our human behavior passes through their dog-filter and gets interpreted in dog ways. In any communication, what’s more important is the message received by the receiver. Make sure your dog receives the right messages.

 

Counting blessings

Weather is perfect. Not too hot, not too cold. Sunny skies.

Sitting in the backyard overlooking the greenbelt.

Doves flying everywhere. Can’t shoot ’em, but I can sure point at them to practice tracking and follow-through.

Wife sitting next to me. Dog at our feet.

A glass of good Cabernet Sauvignon.

Rocky Patel Edge Missile, with a Maduro wrapper.

Kids playing and having a ball together.

Life is good.

No awareness

I had to pick up Oldest from his Confirmation class. There are a lot of teenagers in that class, maybe 100 or more.

I arrive towards the tail end of class and stand just inside the doors to wait for them to finish. The lights are dim because they are having a quiet reflection time. They finish, dismiss everyone, but lights stay dim.

What do I see coming towards me? A sea of teenagers. I’d say 80% of them I could only see the top of their head… not because I am at least a foot taller than them, but because they have their heads down, face illuminated by the liquid crystal glow coming from their phones… texting or dialing or flipping through messages as they walked.

First, I felt old because it was obviously a sign of the younger generation.

Second, I felt upset because none of these kids had any awareness of what was going on around them. I’m thinking next time about standing in the middle of the aisle to see how many run into me.

Zero awareness.

Recipe for danger. And I’m not just talking about something like getting mugged. But even more mundane things like walking into something or tripping over something.

*sigh*

From the road – patience

To bring Sasha home we had to drive 2000+ miles to Georgia and back. Spending about 37 hours on the road, we saw many interesting things.

One of the best things I saw? My children.

They were bored. They were tired. They were cooped up and cramped up in the car. They could have been cranky, they could have fought, they could have complained. But never a problem.

We looked at the trip as an adventure. A way to see more of the world (Wife and I had never been through this part of the world). A way to experience different things. And of course, a way to bring Sasha home.

I often speak of how your mindset makes a big difference on how you view, experience, and consider life. Giving my kids a good mindset, framing the trip ahead of us? And of course, rewarding their positive behavior? All the difference in the world.

The kiddos were well-behaved, excited, looked at the world with wonder and inquisitiveness. Yes they were tired, yes they were sick of McDonald’s and Subway, but they hung in there and were real troopers about everything.

I like my kids. 🙂