Hey Guys and Gals,

It's your old buddy Pig here. I was just sitting around watching a little TV tonight trying to relax after another busy day. The cats tried to wake me up early to feed them (5:30 AM) but I showed those dumb-asses by throwing a shoe at them. They instead got Rainman up. It was funny, we do this every morning around here. Blue, the male cat, will go over and paw at Rainman's shoulder as if he was saying “Dad, it's time to get up and feed me, come on Dad, wakkkkkke upppppp! Dad, I'm not going away until you do. Rainman will shoo him off by taking a swat at Blue, so then Blue will start clawing at the side of the bed. Rainman will get up and chase him out of the bedroom and close the door. Now one would think that that should be the end of the wake up calls. Nope, What Blue does next is he will start scratching at the bedroom door. He even goes as far as to climb up the door and reach as far as he can, then he runs his nails down the door as if he was running his fingernails down a chalk board. This goes on for another five minutes or so then Rainman will finally get up and feed the dumb cat. I don't know who is the worse, the cat or Rainman.

The early morning culprit

Well like I said, we had a long day, after some coffee this morning, (we had some of that new Almond Joy creamer, it kicks butt) we got mom up and went out for some tacos before church. A couple of Bacon, egg and cheese tacos with some extra hot sauce and we were all set. Had a good time a church, we go to the Open Road Motorcycle Church held at the Deer Crossing Saloon. We had a full crowd there today with some out of town family members, it was good to see everyone there. My point for today's story is this, when it came time for prayer requests, Rainman stood up and asked for prayers for me. This perplexed me somewhat because he said I needed prayer since he brought home a ham yesterday for Thanksgiving and I took it and won't tell him where the ham is. And for that I get chastised for it at church, this great, just great. Keyman is up there telling everyone “Shame on Pig for doing that” Well not really, but I felt that way.

Now, let me explain the situation, you see yesterday Rainman went to the store and bought groceries. He never said anything about buying a ham. When he brought it home, I was helping him unload the bags for the stuff to be put up. I go to open the bag the ham was in, I look inside and saw the ham. I immediately felt ill as I thought I might be looking at what could have been a dead relative of mine. How could someone expect me to allow the dead carcass of one of my own to lay there on the table. It was just wrong. I'm sorry, but it was wrong.

When no one was looking, I took the ham and put it in a safe place so that I would not have to look at it, nor could anyone else eat a possible relative of mine. So after Thanksgiving, I will give the ham back and they can do whatever they want with it.

Meanwhile, after church we dropped mom off at the house and went for a couple hour ride up around Canyon Lake. The fall colors are starting to come in. I was a little worried this year with the drought and all that we would not have a fall season at all. There wasn't very many trees with the color but the ride was still very nice.

That's about all I know for now, BTW, I am working on a series of blogs for Christmas. So check back and be looking for them. I promise you won't be disappointed.

Ride Hard or Stay Home

Pig.