So a tragic event took place last week. My faithful dog had a moment of not-so-faithfulness when he killed a sweet little kitten living next door. I believe the kitten was a stray, so at least I don't have angry neighbors coming after me. Nonetheless, the dog and I still aren't speaking.
The real reason behind this post is to relay a phone conversation that took place between my brother Scott and I, just minutes after the event.
I called my brother to see what the best route for "disposing discretely of the body" would be. He was riding in the car with his wife, Heather, during our conversation. Heather was only able to hear Scott's side of the conversation. What she heard went a little something like this:
"Yeah I have a shovel. You can borrow it if you need to."
"Well have you thought about just dumping the body somewhere? That might be the easier route."
"No, people get buried in the ground all the time and you can't smell the body."
"Well, we treat the bodies so they will last through the funeral, not so they won't smell once buried."
"I don't think you'd have to bury it that deep. Yeah, maybe like only 18 inches or so. That should do it."
Moral of the story: Things aren't always what they seem. Then again...maybe they are (cue scary organ music).
Real Moral of the story: Don't mess with the Bedicheks. We have a plethora of untapped medical and legal knowledge just floating around in our brains.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
The Cockroach Whisperer
The following slew of events took place just last night:
I was taking my reusable grocery bags back out to the car where I keep them. It was about 10pm. I opened the door from the house to the garage, turned on the light and proceeded down the steps with my faithful white dog close behind. Jake and I were rounding the front of the parked car to come around on the driver's side. As we were walking I noticed that something else was walking as well. It rounded the back of the car and came up on the driver's side. In my tired state I took a few more steps to see just what it was. Apparently, it was doing the same. As we both approached one another my brain kicked in and I realized just what I was walking towards...a HUGE cockroach. Immediately I spoke, "Nobody Move!" I froze, Jake froze, the cockroach froze. I breathed a sigh of relief thinking that had really been a close one. Then I remembered we were all just frozen there. I quickly pointed my finger at the cockroach and said, "You, move. You need to leave." Without hesitation the cockroach turned and walked away. I breathed another sigh of relief and threw the shopping bags into the backseat of the car.
I looked at Jake, he looked at me and we headed back up the steps into the house. As I was reaching to turn off the light, it hit me. I am the cockroach whisperer.
I was taking my reusable grocery bags back out to the car where I keep them. It was about 10pm. I opened the door from the house to the garage, turned on the light and proceeded down the steps with my faithful white dog close behind. Jake and I were rounding the front of the parked car to come around on the driver's side. As we were walking I noticed that something else was walking as well. It rounded the back of the car and came up on the driver's side. In my tired state I took a few more steps to see just what it was. Apparently, it was doing the same. As we both approached one another my brain kicked in and I realized just what I was walking towards...a HUGE cockroach. Immediately I spoke, "Nobody Move!" I froze, Jake froze, the cockroach froze. I breathed a sigh of relief thinking that had really been a close one. Then I remembered we were all just frozen there. I quickly pointed my finger at the cockroach and said, "You, move. You need to leave." Without hesitation the cockroach turned and walked away. I breathed another sigh of relief and threw the shopping bags into the backseat of the car.
I looked at Jake, he looked at me and we headed back up the steps into the house. As I was reaching to turn off the light, it hit me. I am the cockroach whisperer.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
PLEASE PRAY!!
Lately I have been hearing one phrase over and over and over. I have heard it out around town, I have heard it in passing on several tv shows I was halfway listening to, and I have seen it in several internet articles I read. Finally, yesterday morning, after hearing the phrase in different places EVERY DAY for the last week, I thought, "God is trying to tell me something. I wonder what is about to go wrong?"
The phrase I've been hearing: "Everything happens for a reason."
I just got a call from the military housing dept. We have been under the impression that our house in san diego would be ready by August 1st. She just told me it now looks like it will be the end of September or quite possibly into October. We are scheduled to move August 15 whether we have a house or not. As appealing as the idea is of living out of a car with a 95 pound American Bulldog (who sheds so much I often wonder if I am at the North Pole); I have to say I'd much prefer a house. Alas, our current predicament.
I have mild psychic abilities (references are available upon request) and I told Mike a month ago this was going to happen. I kept telling him, "They are going to call and say October and I'm going to flip out." I was half right. They did call and say October, but I was able to keep a cool head about the situation because one phrase kept running through my head (as it had been all week): Everything happens for a reason.
So we are now wondering what, exactly, God is trying to tell us. Is He just creating a situation to show us how faithful He can be? Will he miraculously have our house ready by the time we move? Or is He sending us in a new direction? Should we stay in a hotel until our house is ready? Or should we scrap the idea of on-base housing and look for a place to rent out in town? Whatever His will, I just want it to be clear. So we ask for prayers for clarity in this stressful time, and that God will bless us in this transition.
There are two things I have learned during the past year: (1) the ONLY solid ground in life is Christ, and (2) God actually talks to us. He has spent the last week giving me a very specific message. Perhaps He is talking to you too. Let's keep listening...
The phrase I've been hearing: "Everything happens for a reason."
I just got a call from the military housing dept. We have been under the impression that our house in san diego would be ready by August 1st. She just told me it now looks like it will be the end of September or quite possibly into October. We are scheduled to move August 15 whether we have a house or not. As appealing as the idea is of living out of a car with a 95 pound American Bulldog (who sheds so much I often wonder if I am at the North Pole); I have to say I'd much prefer a house. Alas, our current predicament.
I have mild psychic abilities (references are available upon request) and I told Mike a month ago this was going to happen. I kept telling him, "They are going to call and say October and I'm going to flip out." I was half right. They did call and say October, but I was able to keep a cool head about the situation because one phrase kept running through my head (as it had been all week): Everything happens for a reason.
So we are now wondering what, exactly, God is trying to tell us. Is He just creating a situation to show us how faithful He can be? Will he miraculously have our house ready by the time we move? Or is He sending us in a new direction? Should we stay in a hotel until our house is ready? Or should we scrap the idea of on-base housing and look for a place to rent out in town? Whatever His will, I just want it to be clear. So we ask for prayers for clarity in this stressful time, and that God will bless us in this transition.
There are two things I have learned during the past year: (1) the ONLY solid ground in life is Christ, and (2) God actually talks to us. He has spent the last week giving me a very specific message. Perhaps He is talking to you too. Let's keep listening...
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