A Life Worth Living?


You would feel the same way if you saw the look in your kids’ eyes. When you can’t tell who is in more pain, you, or your wife watching helplessly. I know the arguments. I know the reasons. I used to believe them too. Believe them…hell, I preached them…

“Your life is not in your hands! It is appointed unto man once to die. Does that say it is appointed unto man once to feel sorry for himself? It is appointed unto man once to feel some pain? If God wanted you to take your life, he would have put an “easy” button on our bodies so we could check out any time the going gets rough. GOD is the one who decides. He can heal or destroy. Blessed be the name of the Lord in sickness and in health.”

Oh yeah, I believed it alright. I’ll never forget the pained look in Stephanie’s eyes after she talked to me about her mom…

“Pastor Bill, what if someone is hurting…scared…”

“You must believe. You must have faith. There is a reason that she is still here. Don’t give in to the temptation to take the easy way out. I know that it is hard, but God can heal! You can’t forget that. He can take her mind and make it sharp again. If he can stop the mouths of lions, don’t you believe he can give your momma some peace?”

“I know he can. He could…you don’t understand though. She doesn’t know who we are. She is scared of the nurses, driven to madness by the constant beeping. If she has a clear moment, she begs us to take her life. The only reason she is even alive now is because of the medications they pump into her.”

“I am sure it is hard. She needs you to be strong…”

We never did finish that conversation. That is the problem with being a pastor. There is always someone waiting in line to shake your hand and tell you “nice sermon”. She probably didn’t think I cared. I know I didn’t fully understand…

I do now though. How the accident happened, I still can’t remember, but I will never forget the look in my kids eyes when they realized I had just lost control of my bowels. The fear in my wife’s face as she realized that the church would only cover the immediate costs from the accident, not the costs of a few months of inpatient care, and a year, if I’m lucky of home health. “Health” in which I will be lucky to remember who my wife is, as the internal injuries slowly kill me. No one should have to watch their kids wipe their dad’s ass or watch their wife give up her life to care for someone whose “life” isn’t really living at all.

Hobbler’s note: I need to know any objections to assisted suicide. Also any views for it. I wrote that story as fiction, but there are many people in far worse shape than anything I can imagine. Please share your opinions. I was born to take this debate to the next level, and this is your chance to make a difference.

OAA: Week 9


If you don’t know what OAA is, get off my blog.  Just joking…overanalyzers can joke occasionally too (we just worry about it later). It stands for Over-Analyzer Anonymous, and to get the most out of this post, you should really read the whole series in the OAA category.

Bob: Hello everyone. As I mentioned last time, we are going to try moving past the “getting to know you” stage and into the “getting to change you” stage. This is a meeting designed to help you manage your overanalyzing tendencies better. Learning to use those very traits that inhibit you now. Overanalyzers can be powerful people too!

Bill: What the hell is that supposed to mean!

Jill: Shut up Bill! He is just trying to help you freaks.

Sue: He thinks I’m a freak? I didn’t mean to act weird. I like coming here, but if I am a freak maybe I shouldn’t come anymore.

Jack: Hold on Sue, I think that Bob knows that you all are just struggling with a psychological problem that was probably brought on by some traumatic experience when you were a child. I know that is the case for Jill and Bill. They haven’t come out and said it, but we all know Jill probably killed their parents and made it look like some weird alien war, which has freaked Bill out ever since. It isn’t something that you guys can control. I am pretty sure that Joe’s was brought on by that time that everyone found out that even though he was tall for a Chinese guy, he doesn’t have a…nevermind. My point is, Bob just doesn’t really know the best way to talk to overanalyzers without freaking them out, but he still cares. I’m sure he can see how much you like him. He wants to help you…

Bob: Thanks Jack, but let’s not over think other people’s problems okay? All I am saying is that we are ready to take steps to becoming the people that we truly want to become. Don’t you all agree?

Bill: You are the one with a problem. Just because some of us know what is really going on in the world doesn’t mean we overanalyze it. When did this thing become about overanalyzing anyway? I thought it was the Over-throwing Alien Attacks support group.

Jill: I’m not going to even touch on that statement Bill. I never killed anyone, and I will do whatever is needed to silence those ideas if you catch my drift Jack…

Sue: So, you sure you aren’t mad at us Bob? Because you have this vein that starts throbbing on your forehead when you get angry, and it is throbbing now. Unless that is just what happens when you get excited or shy or whatever. It is kind of cute I guess.

Joe: (Phone beeps) Holy shit! I got a real text! Oh, it’s my mom…

Jack: Jill, I don’t care what you have done. I don’t judge people, I have some problems too, like just this morning I couldn’t find matching socks. It is the darndest thing. I knew I put them away by matching them up, just like I do every day. Well, every day I do laundry, which is actually about every third day. Unless I’m…

Door swings open – Jerry stumbles in, wine in one hand, a handgun in the other –

Jerry: Nobody move or say one word. This place is surrounded by fecal matter and my friend, who’s outside with my cart, will light that shit on fire if I give the signal. I have some things I want to say to you wackos…

TO BE CONTINUED…

Human illusions


You have to see these…

Motley News, Photos and Fun

Here are some photos which due to the angle and “perfect” timing of snapping the camera, the image just doesn’t look like what it should be. Illusional and hilarious. My favorite is still the one that went viral a few months back of a party scene featuring two women where the arm from the woman in front gives the illusion that her friend immediately behind her is naked. The thumbnail to the right. The full size if in the post further down.

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This is actually disturbing. You should probably not read.


The following is in response to the Trifecta writing challenge.

Everything would have been fine if she hadn’t started screaming. It wasn’t his fault anyway. He couldn’t choose who was going to throw themselves at him. What the hell was the matter with people anyway? There used to be a day when people had morals. Decency. Now it was easier to find a two-bit whore than a “virtuous woman”. Disgusting is what it is.

The funny thing is that no one seemed to give a damn. Sure their families might wonder, but that was more a ploy to get sympathy than anything else. Half the moms were just as cheap and the dads were the one’s providing the skimpy clothes they all wore. Pathetic really…

They were asking for it. He grabbed the corners of the sheet and lifted the evidence. Careful not to touch the body which was still slightly warm. What a waste. When are people going to realize how far down society had really come. People only care about themselves. They focus on their “silent” phones which seem to scream more loudly, even when the sound is off, then the real cries of their children. They leave their little darlings in the hands of people who would rather go outside and smoke a cigarette than do what they are supposedly “called” to do. It is sick.

He wouldn’t be able to completely get rid of the body until some of the heat had died down. No one even knew she was dead yet, so the shed would be just fine for a few hours. He could take her out to the river later that night. No one would suspect him. She had been beautiful. Long, blonde hair…dimples when she smiled. Too bad she was a tramp. He had seen it in her eyes. He knew she wanted him. Her dad had probably molested her. That is why she had been so desperate for it. Or maybe her mom had prostituted her out and she didn’t know any other way. Regardless, her life would have been over either way. At least she hadn’t suffered long with him.

He looked in the mirror and straightened his collar. He glanced at his watch. No one even wears these anymore…everyone does everything with their phone. Tool of the devil. Better stop thinking about it. There’s a job to do. He climbed into his sedan and turned the radio on. As he pulled up he saw that the news vans were already there talking to the parents. Bloodsuckers, always hungry for a story. Who cares how much it hurts someone. Here it goes.

“Thank God you’re here. I don’t know if we can do this. How could she have disappeared?”

Have faith…

“Excuse me, the Paulson’s have already been through enough. Please give them some space.”

Father Joshua is it true that you saw the child only yesterday? How could a 6-year-old be separated from the group? Isn’t this the 3rd disappearance among church members? Will your congregation be helping with the search efforts? Do you think she is still alive?

“Please! No further questions!” low-life vipers

Blog Award Game Answers


The craziest thing I’ve done is: I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you 

I can’t believe you: Actually took the time to answer this! ha! ha_

My favorite thing is: when my husband helps the kids make dinner for me 

The last time I was at a psychiatrist they _Wanted to hyptonize me.

I’m sorry, I: never follow blog award rules

If you want a little more fun, you can guess which two of those statements are true, which two are lies, and which was what I wish I had come up with.

It’s that time again…


Some wonderful people have awarded me with those to-sell-your-soul-and-die-for-and-absolutely-love-following-the-rules blog awards. My eternal gratitude goes to:

Pixiepot for the Diverse Blogger Award

Woman Who Writes Stuff for the Lovely Blog Award

Pudding Girl for another Lovely Blog Award

Thank you ladies! The rules are…you didn’t seriously think I would follow them right? Lets just say, the rules are to create a game and then let any of your followers pass the awards on to themselves if they want to. Wow! Great rules! Okay, here we go:

Blog Award Game: Since these awards are all about getting to know each other, fill in the blanks with things I might think/say/do in the following situations (feel free to make these up):

The craziest thing I’ve done is _____________________________________

I can’t believe you _____________________________________________

My favorite thing is ____________________________________________

The last time I was at a psychiatrist they ______________________________

I’m sorry, I __________________________________________________

Of course anyone is welcome to play this game on your own blog with your readers. Send me the link and I will try to guess what you might do. Thanks again!