mover quote

"They could train baboons to do this job."

Actually, I first heard this quote while working in a large distribution center, loading trailers. One of the guys that worked there used to say that at least once a day. His name was Dave Barney. He usually said it in a way that let you know he was mocking the whole lot of us, but there was always a hint of anger around the edges, just to make sure that you knew that he meant it.

A few years later I hear this same quote again at a moving company. One of the drivers that I used to work with sporadically would say this every once in awhile. (He had several other statements that would flow out of his mouth, but I won't get into that right now.) The quote would normally show itself shortly after a discussion on the right way to pick up a sleeper-sofa. If you didn't pick it up right away, sure enough you would hear it. Even though he wanted you to know that his years of experience had taught him the right way to move things, he also wanted to let you know that it wasn't rocket science.

Movers are for the most part a proud group. They are proud of what they do and they feel that you could probably learn a trick or two from them. Whenever I work with a mover, I will always probe their mind for ideas when I am trying to move something into a place that seems formidable. Most of the time I will pick up a new trick.

The new ideas that I have learned are usually followed by this thought, "...Baboons probably could have figured that out. I mean really, roosters can learn to press buttons, and Pavlov's dog will salivate with the ringing of a bell. Surely even a baboon could have figured this out given enough time and bananas." When I venture to speak my feelings on the baboon's abilities as a mover, it is usually greeted with a hearty round of agreement from all of the other movers present.

Every once in awhile I get a little bit of a reminder as to how true this really is. Here is a little example that I thought all of my readers might enjoy.

This box was packed in Kentucky, by a Kentuckian. (For a moment I thought it was French...)

keeping the testimonies

My soul has kept Your testimonies,
And I greatly love them.
Psalm 119:167 (Jay Adams Translation)

I finally finished the book, Counsel from Psalm 119 by Jay Adams. I set about reading this book quite awhile ago. Each time that I set about reading it, I made sure that I only read a verse each day. I had several interludes where I set the book aside, but I kept coming back to it, and now I have completed it.

Regardless of Jay Adams, Psalm 119 is now one of my favorite passages. I have decided to go back to the beginning and re-read through the Psalm, covering one section each day, giving me a different perspective of this passage.

I think that the verse that I have posted here explains much of why I love this passage. It is not about pride and it is most assuredly not about perfection, but without hesitation, I (along with so many others) can echo the words of this verse. This is the path of true Christianity. It may be the road less traveled, but it is God's road, and the disciples of Christ are following the master's footprints down this path. He cleared the way for us, now we are following, living and walking the way He did.

It may seem hard from time to time, but we Love it! At first it wasn't because of the path itself, we loved the end. We loved where the path headed, and that was all we needed. Eventually though, we begin to see God working in the path itself. We see His hand, turning every bump, every ditch, into a way to increase our abilities on this path and to bring us to the end of the path even quicker.

Counsel from Psalm 119
by Jay Adams

Rainy Day Coping Mechanism

Today Charity let the boys pass some of the rainy day in the house by giving them our digital camera (that's when you know you've really had something a LONG time...You let two boys have it!) and letting them go to town taking pictures of themselves.

Maybe this was so she could get a little peace?...

(Mom in her favorite chair!)

Here are a few favorites!






(A picture of Sam as a baby-such a cutie! Remember him like that?)

Willow

Today we found out that our former cat, Willow, has died.

We had Willow for a few years and she even made the move South but we sent her back up North because she was such a good cat to breed and we could find no one in driving distance that could become a "daddy" with her.

She was a great cat and while she was very vocal, few people met her that didn't find something to like about her.

We aren't sure what she died of but they are speculating that it could have been from a broken heart. Cats in general and hairless cats in particular are very prone to stress and depression when they are relocated and everything else about Willow seemed healthy.

This was Sam and Jo's first pet and through teary eyes they tried to finish their hotdogs today for lunch.

Willow was always very good with the boys and very loving with them. She saw them through every fever(which some may say was because of how warm they were!..But I like to think it was her compassion.)

Josiah was very confused why there wasn't a "kitty doctor" that could save Willow from dying. It was very sad.

Goodbye, Willow Naked Harmless! We hope you've gone somewhere very sunny.

I fell.

I fell down today.

Normally that wouldn't be such a big deal, but I landed on a wardrobe bar. (Pictured to the right.) When I stood up, I didn't think that I had hurt myself that bad, but then I started seeing drops of blood all over everything in my truck. After I bled down the hallway in the office where I work, I soon realized that the office staff had come to the consensus that I needed to have it looked at.

I fought against it for awhile, but when I couldn't get it to stop bleeding, I knew that I had to go. So, my 8-year-old son may have gotten stitches at a younger age, but now we are both part of the stitches club. I even got stitched up in the same room that he did.

Unfortunately I also had to get a tetanus shot. (Yes, that is how you spell tetanus! Look it up if you don't believe me!) The shot was rather painful, especially for a guy who doesn't like shots, and they say that my arm is going to be really sore for the next few days.

Mostly I am posting about this because I am a blogger. And bloggers think about blogging at all times and in all situations. We also keep our camera phones with us so we can illustrate all of these situations. So, I couldn't wait to post the pre-stitched photos. Here they are: Gash Picture #1 and
Gash Picture #2