Let the rain fall down

They say when it rains it pours. Well it is definitely pouring on me right now. When things go wrong for me it's never just one thing it is a flood of things. Like a raging river that bursts its banks and sends a wall of water crashing into me. Even after I survive the first wave the damage left behind is great and will take me a long time to recover from. Why me? Who knows clearly the world is out to get me. Maybe it is just proof that I am a bad guy and this is karma taking it's revenge on me. But what ever it is it hasn't broken me yet. Sure there have been a few small cracks but I have repaired those fast enough as to not sustain catastrophic damage. If the world hasn't learned by now I am a surviver by any means possible. All my life you have thrown your worst at me and sometimes you have washed me away but I have always made my way back. So hear I am take your best shot. I might not dry off for awhile but I will not let you drown me.

I Love John Deere

So on my trip I had the privilege of going on a tour of the John Deere West Des Monies Works factory. I can honestly say that those two hours are some of the greatest of my life. I was beyond a kid in a candy store. If you know me you understand. My dad is a small engine mechanic who works on John Deere's all the time. So I grew up around them and he passed his love of these beautiful machines down to me. So you can start to get the picture. I was wide eyed and all ears as i went through this factory. I used all five of my senses to take everything in. I didn't want to miss a thing. I can close my eyes and picture everything in my mind. The sights the sounds even the smells of the different areas. We had the two best tour guides ever, Herald and George. Two old retired John Deere workers who knew "almost" everything there is to know. Too give you an idea of what there are like our tour started with them arguing over who got to drive the tractor this time. Yes we were pulled around by a tractor as we rode in hay waggons. I'm sure I sound like a total nerd but I don't care.

This is Sprayatron and he is a transformer. He is total 100% bad ass and you wouldn't want to run into him anywhere. He is probably one of my favourite pieces of John Deere equipment. Just the way he looks makes you think he is going to transform and destroy something. It was cool to see him getting made starting from just a bunch on blocks of steel all the way into this. I want one of these so bad. It would be awesome to be able to climb up his stairs and take him for a drive. I would never want to get out of him. I would bring a pillow and sleeping bad and live in him forever. Together we would take over the world.

I'm Back

Wow it's been awhile since I have blogged. A lot has happened since my last post. New jobs, new friends and a trip to Iowa. Yes that's right I said Iowa that wasn't a typo. Why Iowa you may ask. Well it is simple my sister and I have friends who live there and have wanted to go visit them for six years now. We finally just said lets go so we booked our tickets and went. Leading up to this trip I wasn't excited at all. I think I had just too much going on around me for me to focus on this trip. I honestly didn't know what to expect. Most people go away to big cities like London or New York or going to tropical paradises. But here I was going to Des Monies Iowa. Before I went I couldn't tell you where the hell that was on a map and truthfully I still can't. So lets just say it is around the middle of nowhere USA. The trip getting there wasn't the smoothest. Our second flight out of Denver was very bumpy. We hit turbulence right after take off and let me tell you when you are still ascending and all of a sudden you fall a few hundred feet it is a very freaky thing. But I did get to experience weightlessness for a couple of seconds. Iowa is a pretty place and we went right when the leave had just turned colour which made everything that much more prettier. The weather was perfect sunny but cool which for me means t-shirt, shorts and Crocs weather. The whole trip was an adventure. Somewhere new and exciting for me to explore. Yes it was a huge culture shock for me but mid west America is someplace you have to experience. I could even see myself living in Iowa on a big piece of land far enough away from the city that I would be secluded but still close enough that I could have the big city experience when I wanted. I would grow corn and pumpkins and have lots of pigs. I would drive my John Deere equipment all day long and be very happy. I would play in the snow in the winter and chase tornados in the summer then lay in the field at night and watch the fireflies.  Iowa I will be back!

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They say time is a valuable thing. But really what is time? Time is just some numbers on a clock. It's just some mathematical equation that someone came up with because they decided we needed a way to measure the day. Time is something that we have learned to manipulate to suit our needs. Time is based of the earth's orbit of our sun. So does time only exist on earth? If you ask ten people on the street what time it is you will probably get ten different answers. We all use the same clock but we all use it differently. An hour is sixty minutes and a minute is sixty seconds but how long is a second? We all interpret time differently and time changes depending on our situation. So what does time mean to you?

Alone

House sitting for my sister gives me a lot of time alone. For most people this would be too depressing but I thrive when I am alone. I don't like people.Yes there are people that I love and care about more than anything, but the rest of the human race I could care less about. I don't like being around people, I don't like being in crowds and I can't stand socializing with them. People are just stupid and annoying and generally useless to me. I just want to live in the North Pole or in Antarctica. Far away from anyone in a place where I know people won't come bother me. The cold barren landscape of the arctic is where I belong. I can live amongst the polar bears and penguins. I don't need to feel the warmth of the sun on my face. The bitter cold biting at my fingers and toes is just fine with me. I will be just fine being alone with my thoughts away from the troubles of people.

Turtles, turtles, turtles

I just want to protect all the turtles in the world. I want to go to the beaches that they are born on and carry them all to the water protecting them from all the bad crabs and birds that are trying to eat them. Then I would swim with them in the ocean and protect them until they grew up to be big and strong. I want to stop all the fisherman who catch them with their nets and hooks leaving them to drown helplessly. I want to sink all the ships that dump oil in the ocean killing my precious turtles and clean up all the garbage floating around that they choke on. Yes I am a little obsessed with turtles but how can you not love something that has a life span of over 100 years and that has lived for millions and millions. They are just the coolest things alive and I want a pet turtle so badly.

Week 1

So week one at my new job is in the books. It is hard to describe how I am feeling about this place so I will just go with I am happy. Of course the week had its moments where things didn't go smoothly. It had been so long since I have had to start all over again at a new job. I am a creature of habit and even if I am not happy in that habit I stick with it because I know it is safe. Cobs was safe I knew what I was doing and I was good at it. I was far from being happy there but as long as I had a routine I wasn't about to make a change. But now that the change has come I can look back and say I am glad it happened. I was slowly withering away in an environment that sucks everything out of you. Yes Cobs is an awful company to work for but they did teach me a lot and gave me the opportunity to hone my abilities. So let me clear the air right here. No I did not have anything to do with the fire but I am not sorry it happened.  Karma can be a cruel thing but karma never lies.

Back to my new job. I never thought in a million years I would get this job, nor did I even know if I wanted it. As I sat in my interview I just got the feeling like I wasn't what they were looking for. That made me relax and let me to be myself. I wasn't trying to impress anyone or convince them that I was the right person for the job. Instead I was a little cocky and arrogant and just honest. I answered their questions with no fear of giving the wrong answer. I gave them who I was and not what I was capable of and I believe that in the end that's what won them over.

Of course going into my first day I was nervous. How can you not be when everything you know is gone and you have to start all over. I know I was trying too hard at times. I would blow up every little mistake into catastrophic proportions in my mind. But slowly I started to find my confidence and things began to get easier. Before I knew it my first week was over and now I am ready for week two.

The reason why I am so happy here is because I feel like I belong. Like I have been welcomed into the family and for the first time in a long time I feel like I am wanted.

Ugh

I'm tired of always being the good guy. All it ever gets you is footprints on your back from everybody walking all over you.

Cats

Oh the life of a cat. How wonderful it must be to have no cares in the world. To sit with your gut hanging out or spend most of the day sleeping. If only I could live like a cat. I could sleep all day and go out all night. Not have to work or have any cares in the world. When I wanted something all I would have to do is look cute and when I was in trouble just cuddle up to the person who was mad. That would be the life but unfortunately humans live by different rules. We like to say we are the smartest and most dominate species on earth but when you think about it maybe our feline friends have the upper hand on us.

Day at the beach

A great day at the beach with my little buddy. I cherish the time we spend together. We can just let loose and be "boys." Play in the mud, throw rocks, burp and just get dirty. And today was another fun day with you. Watching you play at the beach surrounded by so many other kids just makes me realize how much cooler you are than them. Sure there are challenges with you. Not being able to talk poses obstacles but nothing we can't overcome. You have your own way of communicating and every time I am with you I slowly understand more and more. I know when you are saying no or saying yes, when you want me to get you more rocks or berries or when you are hungry. I know when you kiss me it is your way of saying thank you and most importantly I know when you are happy. That smile of yours is priceless and melts my heart. When you laugh I can't help but laugh with you.

You have stolen my heart and become my McNugget buddy. I just want to spend all day watching you sort your candies, listen to you talk to me in the car and seeing you giggle when you see your reflection in your iPad. My car is a total mess because of you but I don't mind. Saying goodbye to you sucks but I know when I see you again we will have another good time. I hope if I ever have a son he turns out to be like you.

30 hour day

24 hours just isn't enough time in a day to accomplish everything. Really when you think about it you are always running out of time to finish everything you have to do. And everyone has said to themselves I wish there were more hours in a day.

Well I am inventing the 30 hour day to solve every ones problem. 30 hours are better than 24 hours. Sir Sandford Fleming invented cosmic time or better known as the 24 hour clock in 1879 and sure that worked great for 130 years or so but in our evolving world we need an evolved standard of time. 

Why are 30 hours better than 24 hours? Well that is easy. 30 hours means more time to make money, more time to get sleep and more time to drink beer! Who wouldn't want that? You will have more time to spend with your family, more time to party with your friends and more time to recover before you have to go to work again. If you are still not convinced let me break it down a little more. 30 hour days would mean a year would only be 292 days long. That means Christmas comes faster your birthday comes sooner which in turn would make you live longer. And every one these days is trying to live longer. Think about this, with a 30 hour day and 292 day year when you are 50 you will only look 40. 

Now I am sure there are some of you out there that say this won't work because days and years are based on the the rotation of the earth and its orbit around the sun. But how are we suppose to really know that it takes the earth 24 hours to rotate its axis. The Egyptians are the ones who are credited with discovering this but how can we be sure that they got it right. I bet the Pharaohs wish they had 30 hour days so they could have ruled their kingdoms a little longer. 

If you are worried about confusion from transferring from one system to another don't be. The world went from the imperial system to the metric system and that has turned out just fine. So from now on we should cease using cosmic time and start using James Shaw time. You will all thank me later when you award me the Nobel Prize and then the Queen will knight me and you can all call me Sir. But if you are really against my new 30 hour day you can always just move to America because they will never adopt it. They just always have to do their own thing even if it doesn't make any sense.

Rain

As I lay in bed I hear the rain falling outside my window and an instant calm comes over me. There is something about the sound of rain that is soothing. I get my best sleep on nights like tonight when the pitter patter of rain drops ring through my ears. Rain is just one of those things that brings comfort to me. The sound and smell bring a sense of freshness. It washes away the dirt and mud of the day and let's you start fresh and clean when you wake up. Living in Vancouver we get our fair share of rain and we all complain at one point or another. But I have come to realize how lucky we are to have rain. Rain sustains life and gives us the abundant and beautiful landscape that we all love and enjoy. Tonight I have found a new apreciation for rain. Tomorrow is a new day and I will start it clean and refreshed.

Ahhhhhh!

I just want these photos in my blog. I think they are beautiful. This is my space shuttle as it floats up the Hudson river towards its final home. A barge, a tug boat and a space shuttle. I am in heaven and it only gets better as he gets loaded onto the deck of an aircraft carrier.

I want this so bad. I want to look out my window and see the Intrepid parked in the creek behind my house with the Enterprise waiting on deck for me. I will sail the oceans of the world and take off and fly to planets far off in space. But until then I will have to be okay with going to New York to see these boys together.

Playlist from the past

So I took a trip down memory lane this morning. I was looking for song on iTunes and for some reason I gravitated to the songs from my teenage years. You don't realize all the emotions and memories that are stored in a song. Some that you have totally forgot about but as soon as the song starts playing it all comes rushing back to you. Every little detail from the smells around you to the state of mind you where in. You don't remember years but periods in your life. Like how "Can you feel the love tonight" takes me back to the summer between elementary school and high school. Or how "Waterfalls" reminds me of summer days spent at Spanish Banks with my friend and his family. Now all the songs of my past are on my iPod ready to take me back in time whenever I need.

When life gives you lemons, make lemon drops

So it has been a stressful week to say the least. But today is the beginning of a new week and I will keep moving forward. I can't change what has happened but I can change what will become of it. Am I scared? Honestly no because no matter what happens I have my family and friends to help carry me through. Just like Annie said the sun will come out tomorrow. Maybe not here but somewhere and I just have to go out and find it. Sounds like a challenge but challenges make life interesting. Routine gets boring and maybe this is my kick in the pants to challenge myself again.

The weak become strong

Living with a disability isn't fun. It makes every second of everyday a struggle. It ravishes your body with pain that the strongest of pills can only dull at best. I have fought every day to do the simplest of things that you all take for granted. I am at constant war with my body. Every step I take every thing I do takes every ounce of concentration I have. Nothing comes easy for me. There is no feeling of natural. Every movement of my body is awkward and a constant reminder that I'm different, that I'm not "normal." But for my whole life I have tried to fit in and be just another face in the crowd. I have learned how to blend in and not draw attention to myself because I learned very early that it only brings bad attention. The looks, the whispers and the pointing. The constant ridicule and talking down to as if I were somehow less of a human. Years of practice has given me the ability to hide my disability. To fool everyone I come in contact with. I have become so adapt at my craft that even my doctors have a hard time believing. I didn't do this because I am ashamed of who and what I am. I did it so I could survive in this world. I did it so I would be afforded every opportunity that anyone else would be. I am proud of who I am and everything I have accomplished. I never let people pity me. I am everything I am today because I had to work ten times as hard as anyone else to get it. And I have to continue to work harder than anyone else just to maintain what I have achieved.

A strong mind can carry a weak body.

Moonwalk

I came across these today. They are my moon boots. I don't know if that is the medical term for them but that is what we called them. I had to wear these because of my Cerebral Palsy and trust me they are not fun to wear. I can remember how much pain I would be in whenever I wore these. As soon as I saw them the memories can rushing back of all the physiotherapy, doctors appointments, exercises and of course my surgery. I can remember the day I had them made and the doctor asking me what colour I wanted them and how excited I was to get them in blue. When I picked them up today I was surprised at how heavy they are. For them being so small they really have a lot of weight to them and I am amazed that I was able to walk at all with them.  I can also remember all the teasing I would receive for wearing them. Kids can be cruel and I was bullied non stop for them. But they were my moon boots, named that because they look like the boots from space suits. And for all the names I was called because of them I knew that nobody else had a pair. I would pretend I was an astronaut walking on the moon and that in a small way made everything better. Of course back then I never really understood why I had to wear them. I knew I was different than the other kids and knew that they helped make me better. But it isn't until I look back at it now that I realize just how much they helped me. I may never walk on the moon or every get to go to space but I can say I have a pair of moon boots and you don't.

Final Flight

The final flight of the forgotten space shuttle on it's journey to it's new home. There is no better place for this magnificent ship to spend the rest of it's life than in the worlds greatest city. She will call New York home from now on as she comes to sleep on the deck of the USS Intrepid. My next trip to New York will definitely include a trip to the  Intrepid Sea, Air and Space Museum to see the Enterprise. A space shuttle on top of an aircraft carrier how can you go wrong with that. They better keep an eye on me because I might be tempted to sail both of them back to Vancouver.

Tervis Tumbler

I love my two Tervis Tumblers. They are the greatest thing ever. The perfect cup for all the tea I drink in a day. Mine get lots of use mostly with my cups of tea. They are perfect for taking my tea to work or just laying in bed. I think I have come addicted to them and want to collect as many as I can. I already want to go get more. I think I need a different one for every day of the week or maybe one that reflects the mood I am in. Of course I want one for all my favourite sports teams and I am already excited to get one when I am in Iowa. That will be my new thing to get a new Tervis Tumbler from everywhere I travel too. I just know I'm going to run out of space to put them all.

KB24

Kobe Bryant is the greatest player of all time period! There is no question about it. Forget about all his accomplishments all you need to do is watch the guy play. It's like poetry in motion. He doesn't play basketball he is basketball. When you watch him play you are memorized by what he is able to do. If Michael Jordan defied gravity then Kobe Bryant defies the laws of physics. It is unreal to see what he is able to do. The way he makes impossible shots look routine is just normal for him. But if stats are what you need just look at the five championship rings he has or the multiple M.V.P.'s he has won. The 81 points he dropped in a single ring or the Olympic gold medal he has. But what is most impressive is that he is only getting better the older he gets. No longer is he the young cocky high flying kid with a boat load of skills but now he is the well rounded veteran who can still run with the young guns.

“I'll do whatever it takes to win games, whether it's sitting on a bench waving a towel, handing a cup of water to a teammate, or hitting the game-winning shot.”

Controls

I feel like I'm sitting in a cockpit full of controls. Hundreds of buttons and thousands lights flashing all around me. These buttons can take me anywhere if I press the right ones in the proper sequence. But one false flick of a switch or one second of lost concentration and my journey comes crashing back down to earth.

Believe in Blue

So here we go again! Another season over, another Presidents trophy to put on the shelf. But that means nothing to us. We only want one trophy and that is the Stanley Cup. We came so close to it last year but had our hearts broken like in '94. We have struggled through a grueling 82 game season. One that seemed to drag on longer than normal. It was hard to get interested in 82 games that really have no meaning. The real season starts tonight and the fans are just as ready as the players are. Vancouver is a sea of blue today and will stay that way until mid June. The beer is chilling in the fridge and the playoff beards have started to grow. Just believe 2012 is our year!

Michelin Stars

After reading Gordon Ramsay's autobiography I got to thinking about how many Michelin Stars there are in Canada and if we have any three star restaurants. Well after doing some investigating on the Internet, I was sad to discover that Canada doesn't even have a single Michelin Star. This bothered me and as I dug deeper I found out that the guide does not even review Canadian restaurants. I do not know why they don't, surely we have great food in Canada. After all we are the home of Poutine and well it is not a fine dining dish it does show that we know good food. I am a proud Canadian and know that I live in the greatest country in the world. This seems to not be the perception when it comes to food for others around the world. We are only two years removed from hosting the Winter Olympics where we showcased to the world what a great nation we are. But it makes me wonder what all those thousands of people were eating while they were here. Did not one of them enjoy the food enough that our country had to offer that they went home and told their family and friends. I know we have great restaurants and great chefs in this country and I think it is time we got the world recognition that we deserve. So maybe this blog is my challenge to bring a Michelin Star restaurant to Canada and I think the right place to start is Vancouver. With our diverse array of cultures and cuisines and an abundant ocean full of the best seafood the planet has to offer we can easily go head to head with any restaurant in any city in any country in the world. Add to the fact that the best wines in the world are produced in our back yard and I think we have as strong of a chance as anyone. So consider this my declaration to the world that Vancouver, Canada will get a Michelin Three Star restaurant and will be known around the world as one of the best cities to dine in.

Roasting In Hell's Kitchen

I recently finished reading Gordon Ramsay's autobiography Roasting In Hell's Kitchen. It was a very compelling read and I found myself unable to put it down. There are very few books that have the ability to do this to me. Of course it was fascinating reading about a person I have nothing but the utmost admiration for. His struggles growing up and starting out in a cut throat industry are told in witty and very raw manner that give you a glimpse into a world that most of us have no idea about. We have all seen the celebrity chefs on television and have seen how glamorous they make the life of a chef to be. But after reading his story I now know that is just Hollywood's spin on it. One will not make it in that profession without grit, determination and a very thick skin. It is a must read not only for his fans or aspiring chefs but for anyone who has a love for food and a good old success story.

It was all a dream

Ever have one of those dreams you wish would never end. When you wish you could just sleep forever. When everything seems so real and you are happy. Everything you have ever wanted is playing out right before you. If you could somehow watch yourself sleep you would have a never ending smile on your face. Well last night I had one of those dreams. I was in the kitchen with Gordon Ramsay just cooking. No television cameras, no executive chef job up for grabs. Just him and I enjoying our passion and doing what we both love. It was like I was in heaven. I was absorbing everything he was saying, memorizing everything he was doing. My taste pallet was his canvas and he was creating a masterpiece for me. If I was dead this would be my heaven. It was the real Gordon Ramsay no make up, no scripts and he was there just for me. Of course there F bombs dropped and he even gave me a "shut it down" just for the hell of it. And he even showed me how too drizzle my cream sauce for decoration =P But then unfortunately my alarm went off ripping me away from my paradise. Real life kicks in and it's time to get up and go to work. Taking my place as the Gordon Ramsay of baking.

100

Today my blog was finally hit one hundred countries viewed. It has been a bit of a goal of mine to reach the century number. I have been stuck on ninety nine countries for a few weeks now and every day I would keep checking over and over again to see if it had happened. There have been a couple of false alarms when I would see a countries name and get all excited but as I would reference my list I have compiled I would realize that it wasn't a new one. Just a country that I had forgotten about. When you get up to this many countries it gets hard to keep track of them in your mind. But now that I am at one hundred I guess it is time to set a new goal. There are 196 recognized countries in the world so I am more than halfway to having every country. Slowly I am checking them all off my list. As for number 100 that goes to the US Virgin Islands. If I can't go to every country in the world then I'm happy with them all coming to me.

Safe House

So I just got home from watching Safe House. I have been anticipating this movie for awhile now. Denzel Washington is my favourite actor. I'll even admit I have a bit of a man crush on him but how can you not. He is just personifies cool. So I headed off the the theatre. I decided I wanted to try out the new VIP Cinemas at Cineplex. For what you pay I was expecting to be blown away and for the most part I was very impressed with the theatre. You get assigned seating in seats that are pretty much reclining chairs. An expanded menu with at your seat service made even better by the very cute girl taking my orders. The only downfall and it was a big one was that the sound didn't work. So they had to move us to a different theatre. After the hassle of moving and  the nearly forty five minute delay I finally got to watch the movie. And it sure didn't disappoint. Another blockbuster from Denzel filled with great action and a great story. Gun fights, car chases and plenty of explosions all filmed to look slick. It was a well spent two hours and after all the trouble we had I ended up getting a voucher for a free movie. Oh and I stole the fancy glass my smoothie came in. Ya I'm a badass and I know it.

Dream catcher

They say dreams are the gateway into a persons soul. Well lately I have been having very vivid dreams. Dreams in which I start to blur the perception of what is real and what is fake. Am I getting a true look into my soul? Maybe I am finally getting to see what I am made up off and what makes me tick. I am beginning to feel like I am stuck in the movie Inception. Like I am getting trapped in my dreams. Falling deeper and deeper into them until I become lost in them forever. I am lost as to why my dreams are like this. They never have been before. I have always dreamed but I was always aware that I was in a dream. I always felt safe because I knew that I would wake up before anything bad ever happened. But now that sense of safety has disappeared, waking up doesn't feel like an option anymore. Slowly with every dream the danger draws closer to me and I am aware that I have no escape. My only option is to stay and fight, to fend off the evil that is lurking around me. But as the darkness begins to engulf me I don't feel any fear, only a sense of relief. Like I am finally where I belong.

Expedition North Pole

So today I was in bed thinking about things that I wanted to do. The things that I have always wanted to see. Of course in a perfect world where money and responsibility weren't an issue I would travel to every inch of the earth and see all its beauties and mysteries. But then I started to think about the one thing that if I only ever got to go on one trip, do one thing and know I was happy when I died. What kept coming to the for front of my mind was an expedition to the North Pole. It is perfect for me I love the cold the snow and the sheer beauty of the arctic. I would be in my element trekking across the frozen tundra. The cold arctic air blowing in my face as I slowly made my way to the top of the world. It would be the adventure of a lifetime and would leave me feeling complete and satisfied. As I started researching the logistics of how to make it happen I came across this picture. As soon as I saw it I knew I was meant to travel to this arctic oases. The beauty is overwhelming and I can't wait until the day I am standing there and seeing it with my own eyes.

Voodoo Beer

Okay so I know I have blogged about beers before and I am sure I am starting sound like a self proclaimed beer critic or something. But i am just fascinated by the unusual things people can think of making beer taste like. Well here is my latest find. It is maple bacon beer. Yes I know you are thinking what the hell and so was I at first. To be honest when I first saw the pink bottle I got all excited because I thought it was bubblegum beer. Yes I am obsessed with bubblegum. I hate to chew it but I love the flavour. That is a whole different blog in itself for another day. Back to the beer, so it turns out a brewery down in Portland Oregon decided that the world needed maple bacon beer. I have to admit being Canadian I am a little disappointed that the Americans beat us to this. But I have to give them credit they did a fairly decent job. I wasn't sure what I was expecting but over all I enjoyed it and it was nice having a 750ml bottle to share with my family. As for a novelty beers it has to be one of the better ones I have tasted.

Morris

This is Morris. He lives on my sisters street and is the neighbourhood bully. Yes cats can be bullies too. You see he is always going into other cats yards and attacking them and giving them a hard time. This includes my sisters cat Lily. Lily is the cutest and sweetest cat you are ever going to meet. She loves going outside and only spends a few hours a day inside. Usually just to eat and take a nap. But Morris has decided to take up residence in my sisters yard and continually torment Lily. So much so that Lily will not go outside anymore. He has taken away her freedom and the joy that it brings her. Slowly and slowly he has started to get worse. He has begun to venture into my sisters house. Sneaking in when ever she opens the door. Now Lily can't even escape from him in the safety of her own home. Sure at first when he started to show up it was cute. But then he stole my sisters beef jerky out of her grocery bags one day when she was unloading them. After the initial shock you realize that it is a little bit funny. Yes Morris is a cat burglar. Still all in all it was harmless but that all changed today.

Today you attacked my sister. Today you did this. You drew blood and hurt my sister. You went to far. You are no longer cute and tolerable. You are a problem and a threat to the safety of my sister. Something I do not take very lightly. Yes you may only be a cat but you still have to be taught a lesson. This is unacceptable and I will not tolerate it. From now on you are no longer a friendly cat. You are no longer welcome. When you see me you better start running and never come back because I will spare no mercy on you. I will be relentless in the defense of my sister. I will not stop until you are gone. So I hope for your sake you learn fast and never never come back.

Limbo

Floating in limbo caught between two worlds. I can only imagine how this guy feels but this picture of him is a visual description of how I am feeling. I am torn between what I have known for so long and this new world that is out there for me to discover. The pros and cons of both weigh heavy on my mind. On one hand I can return to the safety and comfort of where I came from. But picking a new world offers an exciting mystery full of unknown. A stimulation that my mind has been missing for awhile now.

I don't know what the final outcome will be. But as I am suspended on the border of theses two worlds I am getting a whole new perspective on both. I can see things from a different view and while it hasn't made it easier, it has helped makes things clearer.