Hey Y’all,

I got a nice tye-died howling wolf tee a while back at a Pow-Wow, and the next week it joined me out camping-with a chick, cha-ching and her whole family, un-cha-ching! But that is not the best part… I guess you could call it my “lucky” shirt now after all this.

I wore it the other day to Wal-Mart and was immediately approached by two women in the parking lot. The women knew from the wolves on my shirt that I, like a wolf, am a mysterious loner who knows how to 'howl at the moon' from time to time (if you catch my drift!). The women that approached me wanted to know if I would be their friend and give them money for something they called mehth. I told them no, because they didn't have enough teeth to take home to mom, and frankly a man wearing a wolf-shirt shouldn't settle for the first thing that comes to him like that. I felt empowered with this halo of fur around me and kinda warm and fuzzy inside.

I finally made it through the door while trying to drag myself away from those scantly dressed Tricks that looked like they already got Treated for Halloween and mounted up on my courtesy-scooter. Walking is such a drag! and that old lady at the door doesn’t have to give me the evil eye, I’m mentally impaired Lady… anyway I set side saddle so that my wolves would show. While I was browsing tube socks, I could hear aroused asthmatic breathing behind me. I turned around and glanced up in slow motion to see a slightly astounded dream in sweatpants and flip-flops standing there with a Virginia Slim barely hanging on her lip slowly exhaling. I watched as her lips let the cigarette slip and slowly drop from her al-struck mouth to form a tiny nebula of glowing embers scattered across the waxed tile like destiny’s hand aligning the stars. She told me she liked the wolves on my shirt and I told her I wanted to howl at her moon. I told her to hop aboard. She threw down her bottle of suave moose and hanger of leopard spotted pj’s in the cart and offered me a swig from her Mountain Dew as she got in my lap on the scooter.

Just when I could think heaven could been any closer to earth- the girl at the check out counter was the Preacher Long’s daughter and kept glancing at my shirt and winking as she slowly scanned and rescanned the bottles of Redi-Whip I had in the buggy. She kept leaning closer and closer till she grabbed ahold of my necklace and pulled me so near the scanner belt was stalling out from the friction. Then she started licking on my face…Anyway thank you Wal-Mart, Virginia Slims, Awesome Wolf Shirt, odd dreams and Reverend Long!

The proceding was a based on a true story…well mostly. Remember I used to be a health inspector like Larry the Cable guy... 

 
 

Now here is my song…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cl8PWKdWq78

Bird Dog
Jason is a joker (he’s a bird)
A very funny joker (he’s a bird)
But when he jokes my honey (he’s a dog)
His jokin’ ain’t so funny (what a dog)
Jason is a joker that’s a’tryin’ to steal my baby (he’s a bird dog)

Hey, bird dog get away from my quail
Hey, bird dog you’re on the wrong trail
Bird dog you better leave my lovey-dove alone
Hey, bird dog get away from my chick
Hey, bird dog you better get away quick
Bird dog you better find a chicken little of your own

Jason sings a love song (like a bird)
He sings the sweetest love song (ya ever heard)
But when he sings to my gal (what a howl)
To me he’s just a wolf dog (on the prowl)
Jason wants to fly away and puppy-love my baby (he’s a bird dog)

Hey, bird dog get away from my quail
Hey, bird dog you’re on the wrong trail
Bird dog you better leave my lovey-dove alone
Hey, bird dog get away from my chick
Hey, bird dog you better get away quick
Bird dog you better find a chicken little of your own

Jason kissed the teacher (he’s a bird)
He tiptoed up to reach her (he’s a bird)
Well he’s the teacher’s pet now (he’s a dog)
What he wants he can get now (what a dog)
He even made the teacher let him sit next to my baby (he’s a bird dog)

Hey, bird dog get away from my quail
Hey, bird dog you’re on the wrong trail
Bird dog you better leave my lovey-dove alone
Hey, bird dog get away from my chick
Hey, bird dog you better get away quick
Bird dog you better find a chicken little of your own

Hope you all have a Happy Howloween if I don't get back on here before then and as always if I can help anybody out just raise your paw.  I went to the highest point in AL yesterday and the leaves are about in full color but the trees in the valley like a few frosts.  I had 2 dates this weekend that ask me out but nither gal was love at first sight.  Still got my eye on the preachers daugther and the girl at the wolf rescue though when the time is right to pounce.   

In this game of life of “facing our giants” I may never score if I don’t lower my defense some.  With so many on the front line, none have broken the huddle but a few have come close.  Maybe one day I will find one that I want to push over the line and she will push back just as hard.

5-02-08

This morning around 10:30 I was driving the tractor disking up the watermelon patch and listening to a headphone radio tuned to Y 102.  I was looking up ahead of me and noticed a dark storm cloud on the horizon.  All of a sudden a whirlwind (mini tornado) twisted up dust from the freshly plowed ground up to the tops of the surrounding trees.  About that time a crow flying overhead was pulled down into the whirling and struggled to be pulled free.  All of a sudden the wind died and the crow as set free and quickly gained altitude like nothing happened. I throttled the tractor down, pressed in the clutch, and leaned forward while this was happening.  It had my full attention.  To top it off, guess what was playing on the radio? Cyclone by baby bash.  I didn’t realize this until moments after the crow was freed.  I was so intrigued with his plight.  How do I explain these occurrences and what does it all mean?  I have always heard from the elders around that crows were messengers and foretold the weather and things to come.  It makes me wonder if I need to change something about myself (am walking along the right path in the right way) before it is too late while I still have time to free myself.  Here lately a lot has been going through my mind which is unusual for me.  I am not sure what it all means: but I bet that crow is happy that the wind let up.  : ) 
God Bless.
*holds paws up in wonder*

Baptism by Fire April 25, 2008

This evening, I decided to clean off our island near our house that is completely surrounded by water 15’ deep water 200’ on all sides.  I skipped cleaning it up last year and it had grown up head high in briers and bushes.  This spring the canadian geese that make their home there had all ready hatched off seven chicks.  I rowed a small boat over there with my weed eater, chainsaw, and several gallons of diesel fuel onboard and pulled it up the bank on the island.  I started weed eating with a saw blade down to middle of the small island to the weeping willow that is in the center.  Just as I started a water moccasin slipped off the bank into the water.  I then give up on weed eating because the weeds were so high and watching for snakes was freaking me out, so I decided it would be better to prescribe burn the island.  So I got upwind and proceeded to douse the vegetation with diesel all around the island. 

As I rounded the corner, I noticed the muddy brown tail of another water moccasin sunning in the briars.  About that time the wind gusted up and blown in a cloud.  It started sprinkling lightly and I thought to myself I need to hurry up and get out of here.  I started lighting pieces of paper and throwing them on the fuel soaked vegetation from the center of the island.  There was a nearby clap of lighting and I thought that it was time to leave now.  The fires caught up within a few seconds and I could just imagine hoards of water moccasins jumping off the banks into the water to get away from the now 15’ high flames on the upwind side of the island.  When I turned around the boat was gone…the gust of wind had blown it half way across the lake!  The wind was blowing the super hot flames in my direction and burning embers of dry briar leaves were sticking to my shirt.  The flames were quickly stranding me where my boat had been. 

What had I done to deserve this good Lord?  My options were to stay and get roasted or go head first into very mad water moccasin laden waters that can bite underwater.  Needless to say I baptized myself clothes and all. I got a running start and almost ran across the lake.  I believe I could have beaten a world record dog paddling and swimming every which way to get out of the water and away from the snakes and lighting.  Time moved in slow motion as I imagined my feet kicking off those arm wide cotton mouths.  I came out unscaved but very much emotionally shaken up.  That was a close to Jesus as I have been in a long time.  They were having a revival at one of the local churches that I had been planning on going to.  I was there with bells on.  I am not sure what the moral of this story is.  All I know is that it is better to take your chances swimming with serpents in living water than to be engulfed by flames.  Maybe this will be a once in a lifetime experience…God Bless till next time.