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Personality Plus…

All of my friends have issues. If they don’t have issues before they meet me, they certainly develop them shortly afterwords. I think I might be a carrier but I’m scared to discuss it with them in case they decide I am a carrier and stop being my friends.

Anyway, some very good friends here in San Antonio recently went through a very tough time as a couple. They split up for almost a year but they are now back together and seem to be happier than they have been in years. They’ve been having me over every once in a while since they know I’m alone and lonely (plus I watch their house for them when they go out of town) and we finally broached the subject of the catalyst for their separation and subsequent renewal. We didn’t get too deep but the husband started talking about this book he’d read (or actually listened to on CD) while temporarily single that brought a lot of things into focus for him. He realized that he and his wife had extremely different temperaments and that if they just understood each other a little better, they would be able to return to the joy they once knew. The book is called Personality Plus by Florence Littauer and like ‘The Five Love Languages’ it’s designed to put relationships into terms that are easy to understand and easy to work with. It’s not a college psychology course that only those with 10 lb brains can follow. It’s simple, direct, and very helpful. I highly recommend it if you are having difficulty getting along with anyone and just feel like you don’t understand them at all.

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I need my wife…

It’s not bad enough that I had to drive halfway across America to start my new job. It’s not bad enough that I have to live in a cigar case for the next 5 months. No, no, no!!!! I had to arrive in San Antonio, Texas in the middle of the worst bout of ‘cedar fever’ in recent memory (theirs, not mine).

For the uninitiated, central Texas was not peopled with Mexicans originally. In one of the most logical things in America, it was peopled with Germans! Germans are wonderful, hardy folk who love the land and cook better than most. Anyway, it seems when the Germans arrived here, there was a large erosion problem in the foothills that surround San Antonio so they did what all great land-lovers do, they planted trees to stop the erosion. Cedar trees to be exact, beautiful, aromatic and well, full of more pollen than any beehive could ever use. So twice a year (in the Spring and Fall for you northerners, we call it Early-Summer and Late-Summer here) these trees produce and release all of their pollen and cause about 85% of the population to come down with ‘cedar fever’.
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I had not really felt that bad until Sunday afternoon. By the time I got home, I had a sinus headache that made me want to stick an icepick in my ear to relieve the pressure. It was horrible! Have you ever had that pressure in your head when your heartbeat hurts? I’m telling you it was nasty. No sleep for one night. Monday, I doubled up on my allergy medicine hoping that it would help the problem but about midday I could feel a fever coming on and I knew I was in for a rough afternoon/night. I took another double-dose of allergy medicine and hit the bed early. When I woke up, it felt like I had slept for days, I just knew I was going to be late for work so I grabbed my watch and it was 11:30 PM. I was so excited because I had only been in bed for about 4 hours so I went back to sleep and had the whole process happen again, this time at 1:30, and then once more at 4! I couldn’t believe it, each time I felt like I had been sleeping for 8 or 10 hours when it had only been 2 or 4. You know what I learned? No matter how long you FEEL like you’ve slept, your body ain’t fooled baby.
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The next morning, I stopped by the company store for some Tylenol sinus (daytime) and went to my desk. Within an hour I was completely in la la land. Half the time I was literally sleeping at my desk. I had even taken one of those 5-hour energy drinks but I had to ask my boss to check on me every once in a while to make sure I was still breathing. I had these body-aches that were just incredible, I couldn’t flex my hands into fists, I couldn’t stretch without causing massive damage to my upper back area, I had trouble blinking real fast! Luckily, all I had to do was read so it’s not like I was hurting anybody’s project. On the way home, I went to Wal-Mart and brought out the big guns, Nyquil and Dayquil. If anything was going to let me sleep, it was the nighttime sniffling, sneezing, stuffy-head, fever, so you can rest medicine. I took my first dose at 6 PM and prayed that sleep would take me away like Calgon. At about 1:15, I woke up and was hotter than a half-screwed sheep in a pepper patch (I have a good friend from Wales, they know these things there); I mean El Fuego! Not sweating, oh no, the fever can’t be breaking yet, you have much to suffer yet young Padawan! I took another quick dose of Nyquil and crawled (literally) back into bed. Sometime between 1:30 and 5:00, I thought my fever had broken. I woke up drenched without any fever or chills or pain or worries.

I went in to work dosed up with Dayquil and got through the whole day without falling asleep once, took on two projects, and made 3 new friends…But, now I’m home and my fever appears to be coming back and it sort of feels like the drummer for the band in my head is warming up and I don’t have a wife to complain to. You have no idea how hard it is for a man to be sick by himself when he hasn’t been sick by himself for over 18 years! If you have any remedies for ‘cedar fever’ believe me unless it involves removing my entire head, I’m listening! Okay, even if it involves removing my entire head (though I’ll try that one last).

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The road goes ever on and on…

And on. And on…Yesterday I started my trek to Texas to begin my new job on Monday. The girls got up to see me off before getting ready for school and work. The boy well, let’s not talk about the boy…Anyway, I drove from 6:30 AM to a little after midnight and finally stopped just outside of Baton Rouge to hole up in a hotel for a few hours. Today, I only had to make it to my parents house and I’ll complete the drive tomorrow (a little over 6 hours) and set up life in the RV for 5 months. It’s funny how you miss certain things that you really didn’t know you would miss. I’ve only been gone a little over a day but I do miss the sound of the voices that I’ve come to love over the past 13 years. It’s really going to be an interesting time. My old job has already called twice about work related stuff and twice for fun kind of stuff. I totally enjoyed them both!
The kids seem fine, I’ve spoken to both of them a couple of times and mom seems well also. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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A good week so far…

Mrs. Hobbit was gracious enough to give me most of the day Sunday (Mass was Saturday night) to work on a pet project of mine. I love making wooden pens and I have all of the tools necessary in the garage to make them. Unfortunately, I’ve not had enough time recently to do any work at all. About 4 weeks before Debbie returned, I ordered some Olive wood from Jerusalem so that I could make a couple of gifts before I left for Texas. I wound up making 5 pens and 1 pencil (One was a pen/pencil set made out of Purple Heart wood, it is beautiful). Debbie wanted one as a gift for a friend back in Pakistan (I forgot to take a picture of it), I gave one to the Principal at our school and I plan to donate the others to the church/school auction which happens in May.

Then, Monday night (really it was Tuesday morning) it started snowing hard enough here that all of the schools in the local area shut down. Since I work (ahem) at a school, I didn’t have to go to work so I decided to make some gifts for my best good friends. They haven’t seen them yet so I’m not going to post any pictures today (which is also a snow day). I’ll take some though so that after I’ve delivered them, I can post pictures on another boring post about making pens.

As a side note, if there are any men reading this post; spending the entirety of a snow day in the garage making wooden objects for friends, without stopping to clean up the house, shovel the driveway (I’m from South Louisiana, we don’t understand snow), or make the kids pick up their cold, wet clothes from the landing by the front door will land you squarely in the smallest corner of the biggest doghouse you have ever seen. Just a little tip from your uncle Hobbit 8-[

Hot, Steamy, Sex…

My teenaged son and I were having a heated conversation not too long ago about school, grades, and the amount of time he spends NOT being concerned with either. As a teenager, he felt it necessary to come up with some wonderful, snide retort that let me know that teenagers don’t need to discuss mundane things like education with their father’s; especially when there are still a couple of YouTube videos out there he has not yet seen. My son, summoning all of his teenage wisdom, said this: “Don’t worry dad, three more years and I’ll be out of your hair.” In the span of a microsecond, my brain said things to me like “You got that right, buddy”, “Do we really have to wait that long?”, “Smack him! Smack him, hard!”, “Try to remember, you were 15 once also.”, “It could be worse, he could be you.”, “Where DO you hide the body parts so that they can’t be found?”, “Oh come on, smack him!”. My brain is very fast, and rather caustic! Unfortunately, my mouth has been rather slow on the uptake since my “friends” at work have been reminding me that most people have a “gatekeeper” (you are more than welcome to picture me holding my hands in front of me and making the quotation marks with my fingers, if you would like) that keeps the things in their brains from making it to their lips! Whatever! So now I have a dilemma because I want my son to respect me but I also dearly want to stove in his cranium with a pan (which obviously would make it hard for him to respect me, duh). I paused a couple of seconds, exhaled deeply for dramatic effect and looked my son directly in the eyes and heard this come out of my mouth…”Son, you will never, ever be out of my hair. You may be out of my house, even in another state but I will always love you and always worry about you. And, believe it or not I don’t want you out of my hair. I might want you to be a better person but I don’t want to lose you.” Up until that point, I had never seen a teenager open their mouth to formulate a response and then close it dumbfounded (at least not without doing it on purpose to make a point). He was completely taken aback by this. He didn’t run to his desk and start doing his homework; but he didn’t lose his cool and start arguing either.

Naturally, after he walked away, I sat back and basked in the glow of what I had just accomplished. No fight, no (more) sarcastic looks or phrases, just stunned silence followed by a stroll out of the room to digest what he had just heard and try to discover if his dad really meant it or if there was a new method to sarcasm that his father was trying to impart on him. Either way, I had just gotten away with a major coup and I was very proud of myself. The back-patting machine was going full bore. Then my brain started having this little discussion inside my head that went something like this.
“That was very good, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, it was. How did you come up with that? You’re really not that good you know.”
“Maybe, after 15 years I’m finally starting to come into my own.”
“Yeah, and Hillary’s going to be a wonderful Secretary of State. Really, where’d you get that from?”
“Can’t I have just a single moment? Leave me alone.”
“Do you think your mother had anything to do with this?”
“She’s 1800 miles away. How could she?”

You see, my brain knew something that I didn’t remember knowing and it wanted to remind me of it. I hate playing games; I am a very direct person and I would prefer my brain to treat me the same way, but I had to give you some insight, didn’t I? Eventually, I was taken back to a conversation I had with my mother several years ago. I don’t remember exactly how we got on the subject but I distinctly remember saying to her, “Aren’t you glad all your kids are grown and you can stop worrying about them?” To which my mother replied that you never stop worrying about your children. In fact, she said, if they told you the truth beforehand, you’d never have children. The truth is, once your first child is born, you will never be able to stop worrying again as long as you live.
Can you imagine? And sure enough, it was way too late to try to stuff those little buggers back where they came from! So, my brain was very satisfied with itself for stealing my glory and making me realize that I had not actually become a great father overnight as well as giving me more things to think about as my teenager (who thinks I’m an idiot) becomes a man.

Well, as the wonderful poet and theologian Carl Sagan once said, “If you wish to make an apple pie truly from scratch, you must first invent the universe.” Deep, huh?

Oh, and for those of you who read the title and continued on because of it, I have something to say to you. Shame on you, go to confession now!

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Huh?…

As I may have mentioned before, my wife gets the Washington Post delivered to our doorstep every day. I have never really questioned her motives I just assumed that she had read Sun Tzu’s Art of War and was keeping her enemies closer. Anyway, for another 20+ days, I’m responsible for picking this piece of filth up out of the driveway, removing the plastic bag and depositing it in the recycle bin. I try my best not to get any of it on me because I have normally just showered and don’t want to have to go through that whole process again…

Anyway, a couple of days ago there was a headline in the middle of the front page that caught my eye talking about the new Dignitas Personae or ‘Dignity of the Person’ instruction document recently released from the Vatican Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith. Being on the front page of the Post, I knew this would not be a flattering article for the Church but I thought that I should read through it to see what they had to say. I was slightly surprised in that the article was not completely negative however I was caught off guard by one of the interviewees. This gentleman, Jon O’Brien, is the President of an organization called ‘Catholics for Choice’ and he was allowed to give his 2 cents worth to the article. I just couldn’t stop thinking about the name of his organization. Didn’t Pope John Paul II make it perfectly clear?! Hasn’t Pope Benedict XVI spoken about this subject as much as anything else during his papacy?! Haven’t the US Council of Catholic Bishops produced enough information in the past two years to make any reasonable human being cower at the thought?! YOU CAN NOT BE CATHOLIC AND PRO-CHOICE!! Get over it. If you want the right to murder an unborn fetus; CHOOSE ANOTHER RELIGION! Go somewhere else. We don’t want you and we don’t want to be ‘reformed‘ on this issue.

Anyway, once my blood pressure came down below the point where I was no longer in danger of splattering bodily fluids all over the walls, I started thinking about other oxymoronic organizations that I could start which would allow me to not have to work for a living anymore. I’m just going to set up a business front and ask people to send money for my cause. Then I’ll spend the money any way I want to.

So without further ado; here’s my shortlist of organizations whose ideals would make no sense in the modern world but unsuspecting saps might fall for:

  1. Prostitutes for Puritan Clothing
  2. Politicians for Campaign Finance Reform – Too easy, sorry
  3. Criminals Against the ACLU
  4. Men Against Sex
  5. Teenagers Who Think About Others First
  6. Lead Guitarists Against Porn
  7. Catholics for Widening the Front Pews – I had to pick on us a little
  8. Hobbits (or Dwarfs, or Elfs, or Humans) for the Ethical Treatment of Orcs

And if you happen to BE one of these cafeteria Catholics who thinks it’s okay to be pro-choice, to support gay marriage, or any other of the dozen or so things the Catholic Church says you cannot do and still call yourself a Catholic; I would suggest that you schedule an appointment with your local priest or even the bishop to discuss this subject with him.

God bless you all and have a Merry Christmas.

Congratulations, you really helped…

437,000 petition signers in 168 countries! That is awesome. Read how the C-FAM organizations’ petition to protect the family was presented to the U.N. this week.

In the article, they mention that the petition will remain open with the hope of presenting 1,000,000 signatures to the U.N. General Assembly in the Fall. I say we send this out to everyone we know and get to the million mark ASAP. Here’s the link again…http://www.c-fam.org/publications/id.95/default.asp

Christmas just ain’t Christmas without the one you love…

This is sooooo true! Look closely at the following picture and you’ll see 4 very happy people celebrating Christmas together. In 4 days, this picture will be exactly 1 year old. Two of the people are now deployed to the nether regions of the world and the other two will be celebrating Christmas alone (assuming you don’t count 6 kids, 2 dogs, a cat and a hermit crab between them).

Merry Christmas June! Merry Christmas Ward!
Merry Christmas Debbie, my love! I am missing you very much.

We Miss You A Merry Christmas

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WOW…

All I can say is WOW! Our priest spoke this weekend about right to life issues and how Catholics are mandated by their claim to be a Catholic to vote for life. He spoke of several things, not just Roe v. Wade and the Freedom of Choice Act but he talked about how we need to stop crisis pregnancy at the source and how we have to do everything in our power to help those in crisis pregnancy situations.

His arguments were very compelling. He spoke about how some laws were inherently bad and we recognized them as such. So, slavery was bad and no reasonably intelligent person would agree today that ‘a person should be allowed to choose whether or not they should own slaves’. He spoke that way in regards to spousal abuse also, so that no reasonably intelligent person would agree that ‘a person should be allowed to choose whether or not they can beat their spouse’. Yet we are willing to engage this same type of conversation about the murder of unborn babies. Like me, he followed the abortion argument to it’s logical conclusion (and then some) which is to say “Where do we stop?” There are some countries that are already arguing for and promoting euthanasia as a means of allowing people to die with ‘dignity’. He asked, “why stop there?”; what about the infirmed?, those born with debilitating diseases?, teenagers that we just can’t control? (he got a chuckle for saying this but I’m not sure that was his intention). One more statement that he made was important I think. He said (to the effect of) that the country is responsible for making laws but it is up to the Church to be a moral compass for the country. People didn’t just start believing slavery was bad, the moral climate of the country got to the point where everyone, not just those deeply involved with their church, began to realize that slavery was bad because all men are created equal. Many people died bringing this to fruition and there are still people out there who believe they are better than others strictly because of their race but that is certainly not the pervasive feeling throughout the country.

I believe that abortion is the same way; most people understand that murder is bad but they allow themselves to be bullied into believing that the unborn are somehow not human. Because they do not fall into the ‘viable’ category they are somehow not human yet if you wait a little while, would they somehow be something else? If you apply the scientific process what would you conclude? Every single time in human history when a human egg and a human sperm have united, they have produced a human child. Not 10%, not 50%, not 99.99999%, but 100% of the time. So the argument moves to ‘when does the sperm and the egg become a child?’ This is the argument I like the most because not too long ago, we did not have any real evidence. Today however we know that immediately after the sperm and the egg unite, the new life begins; the cells start splitting and (though it may not yet look like it) little Tommy or little Janey is on the way.

So what exactly are we left with in this whole Pro-Life argument? I’ll tell you. We are left with those who have the courage to stand up for what is right and have an open, honest debate with the pro-choice people. It’s not our job to try and understand what the other side is saying. It is not our job to agree that sometimes, just maybe sometimes, there is a valid reason for aborting a baby. It is our job to present a reasoned, well thought out argument for the sanctity of all life not matter what state it is in.

What about the safety of the mother? Come on Hobbit, you have to agree that if the doctor says the mother will die delivering this baby, we should be able to abort the baby. NO I DON’T! I cannot give life to anything therefore I should not be willing to take life from anything either. One of the arguments in this case is that “we cannot be sure that the sperm and egg are a life”. If we cannot be sure it is a life, it stands to reason that we cannot be sure it is NOT a life. Which side makes more sense, allowing it to grow and see if it becomes a life or killing it, ensuring that we will never know?

So what can you do? First and foremost, you need to educate yourself on the issue so that you can make an informed case for life. Secondly, you need to vote pro-life. This is not me speaking to you, this is Pope John Paul II speaking in Evangelium Vitae that the single most fundamental right of the human being is the right to life and that no government or power be allowed to create any law which would subvert that right. All Catholics must and all Christians should be compelled to vote for the candidate who will uphold the right to life. This has nothing to do with what you think is correct or, more importantly, what your conscience is telling you; this has to do with fundamental truths and, perhaps, the reason why we are Catholics in the first place. Sometimes, it is important for us to rely on those whose job it is to educate us in our morality. In this case, it is Pope John Paul II; a man who almost all religious leaders considered to be fundamentally grounded in the gospel of Jesus Christ! He is telling us that this one subject is more important than anything else to mankind. It is THE foundational principal upon which all other moral decisions depend! Vote pro-life and then follow up to ensure that your candidates are keeping their word.

I can’t believe I pulled it off…

I am not a good secret keeper. When people ask me if I can keep a secret, my standard reply is “I don’t know, I’ve never tried”. But Debbie and I have had a secret for about a month now that I’ve been keeping from the kids. Not only have I been keeping it from the kids, I’ve been feeding them a bunch of hogwash and letting their imaginations run wild with it at the same time (another thing I am not strong at).
For a little over a month now, the kids have been knowing that we’re having guests come and visit. At first, the only clues they received were, “They haven’t been on the east coast for a while”, “They have 2 kids”. That sort of thing. As we got closer to the date (yesterday), the kids excitement started ramping up. I would say something like “they are not married to each other” and the next day Becka would have built this whole elaborate story, that she would then convey to Jeremy, about how they are divorced and how one kid is coming with one adult. It was the most fun I’ve had in a very, very long time.
Last night, we picked up Jeremy from soccer practice and went out to the airport. I stood back from the Arrivals board and checked the gate and then went and sat down in the generic, public area. The plane we were waiting for was 25 minutes early so the kids were thinking one arrival time, while the plane was actually already on the ground. There were a couple of News crews at the airport and that kept them relatively distracted for a good while as well. Finally, we’re standing along the railing watching the people exit Customs when I turn to my daughter and say, “Hey look, that woman looks like Mommy”. Becka looks at her and then looks at me and says, “Yeah, she really does”. 2 seconds went by before the light whacked her in the head like a Frisbee doing 40 miles per hour and she went “Hey, wait a second, it is Mommy”. It was the most priceless moment I’ve ever seen.
Debbie is in town for a couple of conferences with her boss and so we get her back for 2 precious weeks before she has to go back to violence and unrest. For the adults in the household, reality is way too present to let the joy be complete but for the kids, having mom back in the house is just a true happiness. We’re going to try to squeeze 3 months of the past into these 2 weeks (wish us luck) and then we’re going to have to say goodbye again for another 3 months. I am certain this new goodbye will be harder than the first but I have my wife back in my arms again and that means more to me right now that any future pain could possibly be worth.

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