Dealing with it...

I've been a volunteer firefighter for over 13 years. And in that time I have seen many tragic and horrific things. I've had at least two people, one an infant,  take their last breath while I was working to save their life and had other patients die later despite the best efforts of all involved. I've pulled burned bodies from houses, from cars. I've pulled bodies crushed and flayed from cars and trucks. I've seen more death than most normal people ever do. And I worry sometimes that I've grown too calloused, too harsh. That I think death is just part of the show, no big deal.

This morning I worked a wreck where a small car with a driver and passenger hit the rear of a log trailer that had just pulled into the roadway. Maybe the driver of the car had drifted off to sleep. Maybe he was texting and not paying attention. Regardless the car hit at full speed with predictable results. The front end of the car was demolished and the occupants dead, probably seconds after impact. Yes, they had on seat belts and yes the airbags deployed. it didn't matter.  And I did my job. Cut the car apart, hauled the bodies out and helped the local mortician place them in body bags. Same scene, diferent day. Go get cleaned up afterward, do the paperwork and get to work, I'm running late.

And now I sit here, trying to work and do what I'm supposed to do to help people. But I can't. I feel...off, scattered, maybe even a little damaged. I didn't know them. No idea who they were. And I'm not the kind to grieve the unknown. But for some reason this one is bothering me. This ones messing with my head and despite my best efforts I can't find words to describe why. Writing this helps, but if you asked what's bothering me, i honestly couldn't say.

Life is short. And it can end with no notice, no warning, despite our best laid plans and what we think is security. Thank the Lord for each day you have. I do. And I'll get past this. I always do. I have to.

It's what i do. 

Change

I've decided today, now, is the start of something. 

I've been half-assedly trying to start it, trying to change what I am and how I'm doing things. In the past few days I've been miserable and hateful at work, no drive, no motivation to do a thing. I'm tired of it.

Back last blog I mentioned The Travelers Tale by Andy Andrews. I've reread the book twice now. And today I start the challenge of putting the seven decisions into practice. The idea is this. Starting with the first decision, for 21 days you read it as soon as you wake up and as the last thing you do before you go to sleep. 21 days and then you move onto the next decision. For those wondering what this consists of, here you go.

1. The buck stops here. I accept responsibility for my past. I control my thoughts, my emotions and I am
    responsible for my success.

2. I will seek wisdom. I will be a servant to others, listen to the council of wise men and choose my friends
    with care.

3. I am a person of action. I am courageous, a leader. I seize this moment. I choose now.

4. I have a decided heart. I will not wait. I am passionate about my vision for the future. My course has
    been charted and my destiny assured.

5. Today I will choose to be happy. I will greet each day with laughter. I will smile at every person I 
    meet. I am the possessor of a grateful spirit.

6. I will greet this day with a forgiving spirit. I will forgive even those who do not ask for forgiveness. I will
    forgive those who criticize me unjustly. I will forgive myself.

7. I will persist without exception. I will continue despite exhaustion. I focus on results. I am a person of 
    great faith.

Anytime you start out to break boundaries and remake yourself, difficulties will arise, forces will come against you. I know this, I accept this. But I choose to move forward.

Later days...

Yes, it's been a long time since I wrote anything. Well, long time since I wrote anything and felt it should be thrown out to the masses.

First, Smoke Divers school.

I went, I survived, I did not succeed. I won't go into the details of what all it involved, if you're not a firefighter you really won't understand it. Simply put it was the toughest thing I've ever done physically and mentally. The reasons I didn't complete are both physical and mental. While it is true I did start blacking out, I let parts of the last evolution get in my head and cause me to burn out and then black out. I let myself down. One thing the course did teach me is I have a mild streak of claustrophobia I have to address and to hate 2' diameter pipe. I hate that damn pipe.

I will go back, complete it and walk out the final door, I have no choice in the matter.


Second, dinner with people I hadn't seen in 20 years.


Well 19 years. I'm in Austin for the ISP conference and two HS classmates, Erica and Amanda, live in the area. And so we decided to get together and have dinner at Chuy's in Round Rock. The conversation revealed that we're all doing well. Married, kids, careers, and generally happy. It was also revealed to me that they were both somehwat scared of me in HS. I believe Erica's quote was "At the reunion, I'd vote you as the guy who was most likely to bring a gun to school and kill someone." I smiled and informed her I preferred high explosives for mass casualty work...I'm kidding. I didn't say that, but from a tactical standpoint, more bang for the buck is better. This kind of information will be valuable to you when the Zombie hordes rise up and attempt to destroy humanity.

But I digress.

I honestly can't remember how I felt or what I thought about Erica and Amanda back then. I wasn't really friends with them but then I really wasn't friends with anyone. Yes, the antisocial streak is a long running theme. I guess what this dinner showed is what we should all know. What you did 20 years ago, what you did before you really started living life and making an impact on your world, it didn't mean a damn thing.

Lastly...a book review.

The Travelers Gift by Andy Andrews.

Yes the same Andy Andrews who is a comedian, who did the great joke about "as a kid, they told you not to run with a stick cause you'd poke your eye out. That makes no sense to a kid. You can poke your eye IN, but to poke it out, you're gonna have to run the stick up your nose and make it twist around, it just doesn't work."

Anyway, as to the book. Get it. Read it. Do it. This book will profoundly effect how you think about your place in the world and how you go about doing things.

One last thing...on baseball.

I said it last week, I'll say it again. Participation in youth sports can bring out the best in kids and the absolute worst in adults. When I was president of Dixie League 4 years ago, I said that I didn't care about All Star teams or the feelings of adults. It needed to all be about the kids and them having fun and learning the game. I still think that is how things need to be run.

Later...

Weekend...it was brutal

Since I am abstaining from Facebook, I figured I'd use this to let the world at large know I'm still alive and breathing. Also I have it linked so that the blogs here, appear on Facebook. Thus I am not actually on Facebook, but appear to be, thus really confusing some people. Least I hope so.

Saturday we had a small fire school over in Hemphill at their training grounds. I didn't have to put all my gear on and go through all the mazes, but considering what I'm going to put myself through in May, figured the practice would be good. And so I was in full bunker gear, with an air pack on, for about 3 hours straight. (thats about 50 lbs total stuff on, maybe more.) And the result. I wasn't dead tired. Tired yes, but not laying on the ground begging to be shot tired. This makes me feel better about the program I'm using to work out with and by May 1, I'll be ready.

We also had a political rally Saturday at the fire station. It included a cake auction for the ladies auxiliary's scholarship fund. They did very well, raising almost $3000 I am told. As for the political speeches...yeah, uhhuh. Public speaking is a lost art and while important in some jobs, is not a total indicator of a persons intelligence or abilities. Al Gore could make a fine speech. I wouldn't hire him to scrub toilets. My point is, do not let the way a person may react when foisted in front of a crowd be the only thing that influences your vote.

And who am I endorsing? Well...I have to vote in the Democrat primary because all the local races that effect me will be decided in that primary. As the Kinkstah said "all politics is yokel." Thus I can endorse Kay Bailey Hutchison, and it doesn't matter cause I can't vote for her. Rick's had his chance, he needs to go to the house. I'm also backing Kinky Friedman for ag commissioner and no idea for Governor.

As for the local races...still thinking about it. I'll let you know when I get back from Houston.

Also, if you're coming to the cookoff and need to get in our booth, let me know. No guarantee you'll get in, but I'll know who I can point and laugh at.

Later.

Blogging challenge - Day #3

Tiger Woods.

I'm kidding, why beat a dead horse with a sand wedge?

It's late, I'm tired, so this blog shall be short. And no I'm not going to cheat and just repost something I wrote two years ago on MySpace. But it's tempting.

And so...another recipe.

I did NONE of the cooking for the Womens Christmas Dinner at our church this year. Mike gets all the credit. But he did say I gave him the idea, which is somewhat true.

So heres my interpreation of what was served tonight. Been doing this for a few years, is food that will kill you.

Boudain Stuffed Pork Loin

you need:
1 pork loin, say 3 pounds, bout 12 or 15" long or as big or small as you want it.
1 stick of good boudain. If you don't know what it is, or if it's good or not, stop and go find a Cajun.
A big roasting pan or Dutch oven (big cast iron Dutch oven is my preferred weapon)
1 big onion sliced
1 carton mushrooms, cleaned and destemmed
seasonings as you see fit. I go with Creole seasoning, kosher salt, lot of garlic, whatever feels right at the time. Maybe some bay leaf.
You could also add a mirepoix or trinity instead of the shrooms. Anything that tastes good roasted with meat works.

Take the loin and cut a slit down the middle or butterfly the whole thing open. Season liberally inside and out as you see fit. Then insert the whole stick of boudain in the loin. If you want you could tie the whole thing up with twine at this point. Preheat an oven to 350.

Get the dutch oven hot on the stove, add a little oil, lay the loin down and allow to brown for a few minutes, turning to get color on all sides. Then add water to cover 1/3 to 1/2 of the loin. Add the onions, shrrom, mirepoix, etc, tucking all around the meat. Cover and throw in the hot oven for..1 to 2 hours. It's pork, cook it till it's done.

The shrooms and onions cook down nicely, the boudain falls aprt inside the loin.

It's just good.

Later...

Blogging Challenge Day #2

Tiger Woods.

Now before I get into this, let me preface it.

I am in no way saying I condone cheating. When you say I do, you better mean it. Marriage is work, it gets rough at times and a lot of people just don't want to put the work in to make it last. When things get bad, you shouldn't run to the first warm body to get a quick fix. You suck it up and fight it out. If it doesn't work and cutting the lines is the only way, then do it and do it decisively. And if you are going to step out, realize that if and when you get caught, it'll be Hell to pay. So be ready.

Furthermore, as Christians (no offense to my Jewish friends) we should realize it is not our place to cast judgement on someone when we see they have fallen. I know society and the media preaches otherwise, but you have to hold yourself to a higher standard. We're supposed to forgive the sinner, but not the sin. We're supposed to extend a hand and help someone up, not trample on them when they have fallen. Remember, but for the grace of God go YOU and I.

And lastly. I write to entertain. Much like a comedian. Not Jim Norton though. I'm safe around kids. (few folks will get that) So realize that satire and ripping on the news of the day to a point is part of it.

Now. As I was saying.

Tiger Woods.

I have listened to the audio of what he told the alleged mistress. The voicemail he left asking her to take her name off her voicemail, leave just the number cause his wife might be calling. In his words it was "...huge. Quickly."

As one guy, one dude to another, I have this to say to Mr. Woods.

GOOD GOD! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?

The guy is a multi-millionaire, nay, BILLIONAIRE, with huge sponsorships, is friends with the President and other powerful folks and has a pack of rabid lawyers at his beck and call. And no one bothered to mention to him, "Dude, have some sense. Don't screw around and if you are, don't mess with psychos and don't leave tracks." He should also realize his wife is Swedish. Of Nordic descent, in other words VIKING bloodlines. I have no doubt she took a Nike 9 iron and went berzerker on the Escalade and had the neighbor not stumbled out at the sound of the crash, she'd have teed off on his skull and not worried about doing it under par.

It's a shame his family has to got though thus. That his kids will be reading about this for years when they're older. That there dad may not be remembered for being a truly gifted athlete. That the media will be feasting on this for weeks cause there's no real "serious" things going on right now. Like a recession. And massive unemployment. And two wars.

He'll survive this. It'll cost some cash, some sponsors, lot of fans (doubtful). But the ability to knock a ball into a hole from a great distance has little to do with moral standing. Guess that's how he figures it.

I think he's wrong.

Later...

The Blogging Challenge: Day 1

So Erica has challenged the world at large to post a blog every day until Christmas. 25 days of blogging.

And thus, I throw myself into the fray, probably on my own sword.

And now....

A recipe.

This recipe came from a guy my dad worked with out at the paper mill in Orange, Julio. It's good, it's easy and unfortunately, most of you can't make it. Why you say? You'll find out.

You need:

a blender or a food processor

1 big can whole tomatoes (26 oz can I think it is)

1/3 cup chopped onion

1 TBS Kosher salt (Shabbat Shalom y'all.)

1 TBS garlic powder

big dash of cumin

1/4 cup white vinegar

and...the most important thing, the one thing that will make this or break it, the one thing most of you don't have and can't buy. 1 RED jalapeno pepper.

Yes, it has to be red. You can use green, it'll taste wrong. You can use green and bad things will happen to you.

One option, that I do approve of, is try and find red FRESNO peppers. They will work and can occasionally be found at Central Market. So how do you get red jalapeno? Simple. Grow them yourself.

Throw everything into the blender and hit chop, puree, fold, spindle, mutilate...you know the drill.

It tastes best after sitting in the fridge for a few days, will keep for about three weeks.

Later...