For Crying out loud

Crying is a weird thing.  Typically when someone thinks of crying it is because there is something bringing sadness to someone.  However, this is not necessarily true.  We as humans cry when we are happy, when we feel loved, when we feel God move. We cry when we are happy.  It seems like a strange thing.  We cry when we are sad, happy, angry, hurt, overjoyed and suprised.  It's like the universal emotion show-er.  Weird.

About those Racoons

A scrath a scratch scratch

Wednesday night around 330am I began to have a weird dream.  I was dreaming that I was house sitting for this couple I stay with on Monday nights and that their two cats were trying to scratch and claw down my bedroom door so they could get to me while I was sleeping.  Well, I kinda woke up after that realizing that the scratching in my dream was actually happening.  It actually sounded like people were walking on our roof so I laid in bed and listened more closely.  And it wasn't people walking, it was something scratching quite intensely at my ceiling.  Now, this was no squirelle, this was something much bigger.  So at 330am I get out of bed find my slippers grad a sweatshirt and head outside into the snow to try and scare whatever is on the roof away.  I am armed with a flashlight and when I look up on the roof and shine the light up there, there is no animal to be seen.  I know that something is there somewhere, but I can't see him so I head back inside where by this time my parents are both up wondering what is going on and they scare the snot out of me because I was not expecting them to be standing there in the hallway.  After I calm back down from my little fright I explain to them what is going on and my dad proceeds to put on his slippers and robe, take the flashlight and go out in the snow at 330am to have a look for himself.  My mom and I are standing by the front door watching him, because by this time we know that dad is pretty ticked off.  As dad is shining the flashlight all over the room mom and I hear a noise, a very distinct noise, the chitter of baby racoons, atleaset two maybe three of them.  My decided not to tell dad what we heard until morning becuase she knew that that would really really make him mad (the Racoons have been an ongoing problem in our yard for probably 6 years now).

Fast Forward to Friday 

The guy from critter control comes out to the house.  He goes in the crawl space/attic above the hosue and sure enough he finds a HUGE racoon living above my bedroom (which is quite the feat since I live upstairs).  He found where she was getting in too, this racoon had pushed back the siding up underneath the upstiars bathroom window and was getting in that way.  In total its going to cost $600+ to get ride of her and her little ones and to do all of the necessary repairs from the damage she has caused. 

They are coming Monday to set a trap for her.  It seems strange that she bothers us because we live in the city.  Dumb racoon, the metro park is down the street.

Weddings!

Two Years

Two years ago today was Good Friday.  The only reason I remember this is because just before church on Easter Sunday I learned that Brett Hershey had been killed in Afghanistan.  I don't remember exactly what was going through my head but I remember I had to sit down because I felt like I was going to fall over.  I can't believe it has been TWO YEARS!  If you think about it, take a minute to pray for the Hershey's, Liz and Hersh's friends today. 

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