It must be a full moon

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It’s been a common myth that when it’s a full moon all the crazies come out. I think it probably has something to do with the fact that the moon is closer to the Earth and it’s pull on someone’s inner ear fluid is stronger thus causing them to become unbalanced and do “wacky” things.

I was on my way home yesterday when I drove past the Resurrection Lutheran Church on the corner of Coldwater and Cook. Their sign for their September 25th worship service read: BLESSING OF ANIMALS

I was slightly confused. So what type of sermon/service is this anyway? Is this like the bring in your animal and have it blessed Sunday, much like a Child Dedication service? Perhaps it was extolling the virtues of animals, that they provide us food, clothes, and rich dirt in which to grow crops. Maybe it’s an anti-vegan messages. Who knows, but I was sad that I missed it. So this is for Regan Clem: Regan, you’ve tackled many an issue in the church and Christianity, it’s about high time you stepped up to the plate and addressed the subject of Animal Blessings.

On my way to Grabill to pick up the boys, this semi-truck jack-knifed itself across the road, so there was quite the backup and detour finding process going on. Thankfully, I always leave early so I wasn’t late getting the kids. They had to get a tow-truck out to pull the back half of the trailer around to be lined up in the street. It was a fun time.

Finally I get home, go and get the boys from school and he head over to Circuit City to upgrade my Sony HD receiver into a HD Tivo. Whenever I purchase anything from C.C., I always get the City Advantage plan so I can upgrade later on. Well, instead of just trading my receiver, they want to send it to the shop to be looked at. Apparently the protection plan that I purchased on this one has the trade in offer, but only after you’ve turned it in 3 times, or they decide just to give you a new one. So, who knows, but the sucky part is I’m not without my HD for two weeks while they decide. So this is a shout out to Andy Harris to use your clout and help me get a HD Tivo.

Okay, so Kara finally picks up the boys after her class and I am on the phone with Michelle; now we live at the end of the cul-de-sac so we are used to people turning around and doing stupid things. When an old Chevy Blazer whips around, I thought no big deal, and then it starts turning doughnuts, almost taking out the neighbors trash can. It’s upsetting, but what are you going to do. All of a sudden they spin out one more time and then charge up the driveway. I’m like what in the hell?! They shot out of my view from the window and my driveway isn’t that long.

So I head out the front door, and they’ve stalled on the lawn, part of it was that they turned too sharp and if they had continued that would have hit the garage. It’s a car full of like 5 kids and dog, the oldest cannot be more than 16. What is wrong with the world, so I just start in with quite the chewing out. Being the mean guy I am, I told them I was going to take their down their license plate number and call the cops. Well, that caused them to peal out of the driveway and head down the road. I jotted down the number while I decided what to do.

I was pretty sure these were kids in the neighborhood, and so I jumped in the E and headed out to see if I could find them. Sure enough a few streets over there it is parted back wards in a driveway. So I pull in and block in the Blazer. Their faces hit the floor, they were pooping in their pants. I ended up doing something worse than calling the cops, I talked to mom, and boy was she pissed. I told the mom, that either I could trust her to handle the situation, or if she’d like, I’d be more than happy to involve the police. Needless to say, mom was more than happy to take care of the situation.

I hate crazy people.

To add to the “maddness”, I’m driving to work at my usual time (like 4:00 am), and the streets are just full of cars, on a Tuesday morning. What is up with that? Sometimes I think I really don’t want to know.