Sunday morning, I was headed towards the Glendale cage, after spending most of the night running around Tempe and Chandler driving very drunk students around ASU and the surrounding environs. After I had passed the 32nd Street/University Drive exit, a call came over the computer for an address at 32nd St. and University. Jenny needed a ride.

I got turned around and headed back, took the exit, and pulled up in front of the Waffle House. Jenny is what we refer to as a “character”. Jenny had bright red hair, like the Wendy’s Hamburgers sign, and she wore it in two ponytails – like the Wendy’s Hamburgers sign. Instead of freckles, though, Jenny had sparkly makeup on. And overalls. And glow stick bracelets. And breath that could be bottled and sold as 100 proof. Jenny was very happy to see me, and asked if I could take her home. Being too tired to come up with a really snappy answer, I said “Of course. That’s what I do.” I started loading her bicycle into the trunk, and things started to click together a bit. Jenny said “I have no idea how I got here.” I mentioned that it would appear she rode her bike. She said “Well, yeah, but I mean, I left a party that was two blocks from my house and I ended up riding on the FREEWAY for f**** sake, and then I f****** fell off my f****** bike. I figured I was too drunk to finish riding home.”

Colorful character, colorful language. How could this possibly get any better? “I live in Tempe. Can you take me there?” We were a couple of miles from Tempe, so the mystery about the party two blocks away from her home deepened. We started down University, since that was the straightest line back to Tempe. Jenny had insisted on sitting up front, and I have learned not to argue with drunks. I have also learned not to turn my back on drunks.

As we passed under the 143, she said “Can you f****** believe that I ended up on that freeway? And I f****** fell off my bike!” I said “That sounds like it hurt, and you’re lucky you didn’t get hit.”

“I know, right?” That classic ‘I wanna act and talk about half my age’ line made me take a closer look – she wasn’t exactly new freshman age, if you know what I mean. “Thanks again for saving me!”

She gave me directions to her house – right here, left there, straight on for a while… we pulled up in front of the house she had an apartment in. The meter read $12.25. She started digging in her backpack/purse (did I mention the fairy wings attached to her backpack? Yeah – same color as her hair.) She was talking a mile a minute, digging around, and pulling out various items. One item, a rather large glowstick, she says she won at the party for being the “glowiest”. No, really, she said that. She kept handing me packages of glowsticks (unopened) and various flotsam and jetsam out of her backpack. She eventually came up with eighteen dollars in bills. She said “Oh, shoot. Hang on, I’ve got more inside.”

Well, that was already the meter and a nice tip, so I said as much. She said (here is where I started yearning for the camera – she stood there, with her knees together, toes pointed towards one another, slightly bent at the knees, dreamy look in her eyes…) “You SAVED my LIFE! I need to get more!”

As I was unloading her bike and rolling it towards her door, she popped out and said “Hang on, don’t go anywhere! I’m still looking!”

I parked her bike, and started back towards the cab. She popped out again, “I’ve almost found it!” I closed the trunk.

She came skipping down the sidewalk, and stopped in front of me – danger close. I backed up a half step. She stepped forward three quarters of a step. She popped open a twenty dollar bill, and said “Here you go! I wish I had more to give you!” I took another half step back, and she stepped forward again, as I said “Really, this is very generous, and more than enough. Have a good morning!”

Before I could get out of range, she struck.

Gathering all her happy-drunk courage, she threw her arms around me. I started to turn and twist out, but she landed a big ol’ sloppy kiss on my cheek, under my left ear. She released her hold, and skipped back up the sidewalk and into her door.

I wiped my cheek, and examined my hand – just as I thought. I was now wearing sparkles on my cheek. I got back in the cab, and made a beeline for the car wash. While the car was getting it’s bath, I used all the napkins and paper towels I could find in the glove box to make sure I didn’t have a trace of the glitters left.

I have GOT to start taking the camera with me.

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Run over to Do The Right Thing and wish Pastor Ed a Happy Birthday!

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I changed things up a bit today. With the ongoing-ness of TMBWitW, and a hope chest that really needed to get started on (I’m refinishing a thirty-plus year old Lane Furniture “solid” cedar chest – ‘nother story, ‘nother time), I stayed at home today. I was working in my shop (my wife insists on parking her car in the middle of it, and calls it the “garage”) and sanding away on the old, dark, contemporary finish of the chest and the numerous deep scratches that come with age, and naturally my mind started wandering and making a connection between what I was doing and what God does.

First, though – the surgery has been scheduled, for the 18th – the latest possible date for the surgery, according to the doctor, and well after month end stresses. Also after the church retreat on the 11th through the 13th, so the pastor’s wife is happy about that. Thank you to all who have expressed concerns and prayers.

Back to the hope chest. I kept thinking about how much work it was to sand off the old finish (the outside of the chest is veneered with walnut), and at the same time I was trying to avoid digging too much wood off the veneer, I was trying to remove some pretty deep scratches from the lid. I kept thinking how much this action compared to what God is trying to do in each person’s life – removing the marks of hard hits, bad positions, a history of unhappy encounters; while stripping off the facade of the life we placed upon ourselves and at the same time preserving the foundation that He had laid in our life to begin with. I finished working on the lid – that is, the sanding part – and I had to leave one particularly nasty and deep scar on the surface. I had taken off a lot of material around it – in fact, I am afraid to work on that section any more for fear of revealing the substrate beneath the veneer – but unless you know where to look for it you can’t see it right now in the sanded version. I am pretty sure that once I put a finish back on this piece, the scar will jump back into prominence. This is where the analogy really starts to come together – you see, I am going to use some of “God’s Grace” (wood putty) to fill in the last part of this deepest scar, and to cover the result of a long and hard life so that only the beauty of the walnut shines through, much like God’s Grace in our lives covers our old sins and falls and bumps and bruises of life to where only the beauty of God shines though us.

I know that not all of the people who happen to stumble across this little corner of the internet will know what I am talking about – but the ones that understand what I am saying will see what I mean.

Yes, I will post pictures of the finished product. I didn’t take a “before” shot of the lid, so you’re just going to have to take my word for it. Here are some shots of the body, with a sanded picture of the lid:

You can see where I’ve started the detail sanding on the front left “waffle weave” – a feature that really dates the piece. This is going to take some serious time; I told the customer the charge would be for my labor more than anything else. I will also be building a drawer to replace the missing one. The toughest part of the build will be to match the drawer front with the rest of the chest. I’ve been researching and tracking down a supply of walnut veneer – pricey stuff, that.

UPDATE 8/31/09:

A 4×8 sheet of walnut veneer lists at about $240. At the same outlet (Woodworker’s Source) I found they also offer “hobby packs” of veneer – about seven square feet of veneer, for about $14. Perfect! that will take care of the needs for this project, and even leave a little bit left over.

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So – you’re probably wondering where I disappeared to. And, since I do feel I owe an explanation to all two of my readers, here it is: Remember last week when I mentioned I was working on a shade modification for the game room/former horse barn? Take a gander:

Last Friday, TMBWitW got news about the results of her exam (sorry, didn’t tell you about that) and she has a polyp that needs to be removed. Like, in the next week or so. We have been scrambling getting surgery information and scheduling various items (who’s gonna watch MEG? when can we get this done? it is only done on Thursdays, should it be the Thursday of close week, or the Thursday before the church retreat? impact work, or impact church? how are we going to pay for this?) and TMBWitW has been trying to find as much info as possible on the ‘net. She gets squeamish at the sight of blood. Most of the information has been graphic illustrations of the procedure. That’s not working real well.

So – between that, the eBay thing, driving cab, and raising a two and a half year old, the blog is last on the list of priorities.

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Official Democratic Party Health Care Campaign Car – designed exactly the way Obama laid out his message:

You figure it out. I have a headache.

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Sorry I haven’t been posting as regularly as I used to. For some reason, I’ve been extremely tired most of the time, and I think it has to do with trying to keep up with a ball of energy known as MEG. She is so over taking naps in the afternoon, and is now sleeping only eight or nine hours per night. Doesn’t leave a whole lot of time for me to surf or catch up on blogs. Do me a favor, though – be sure you visit all the fine folk over in the sidebar – each and every one of them is truly worth reading.

Last night we had a great session of praise and worship, with live music. We have a third guy joining us on guitar, and Pastor is still playing guitar, so we have two guitars and my bass. The sound is coming together. The new guy, Jay, is really good on the guitar, and he is slowly learning the ropes for becoming a worship leader. Afterwards, the message was on John 12:20-36.

Started a small project at the church yesterday – covering a shade awning (kind of a tent frame) with aluminum channel that used to be the porch covering for the old horse barn. The porch covering had to come down, because the previous property owner had never gotten a permit for the awning – or the barn itself, but that’s another story – and the city has been oh-so-helpful in allowing the church to get permits for improvements on the property, but temporary structures don’t need permits, so – re-purposing the awning material to cover the tent frame. They need to be cut to length, notched in the middle to go over the center frame, and then I am pop-riveting the ends to the frame work to secure them. I’ll have pictures later.

I’ve been working on an extended eBay auction for my friend Harold. He is slowly divesting himself of fifty years worth of kits, models, and model railroad stock. One of the items that he was going to put up this next week is a beautifully detailed 2-8-0 locomotive that had been painted in Black Canyon livery. Several years ago (in the mid-nineties, if memory serves) I bought a locomotive that had been hand-built from the builder’s widow – the sale was handled by Harold for Mike’s estate at the time. The builder, Mike Granville, was a master machinist and had built a 2-8-2 from scratch. I was not running the 2-8-2, because for some reason the front pilot was not tracking correctly through turnouts. When I mentioned that I hated to see the 2-8-0 go on the block, Harold suggested a trade, for the Granville loco. I accepted – because I could run the 2-8-0 on the layout, and Harold wanted to have a piece of Mike’s handiwork as a memento. It’s going to live out the rest of it’s days on a shelf, but it will be loved and appreciated for the piece of fine artwork and craftsmanship that it is.

Just thought you’d like to know what I was up to.

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That’s right – you can quit Flagging Yourself since the White House has disabled the flag@whitehouse.gov address.

Darn. I was just fixing to flood them with some more “fishy” information.

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You know what to do – make me proud!

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First, a link, in case you think I’m making this stuff up as I go along: H.R. 3200, also known as ‘‘America’s Affordable Health Choices Act of 2009″

I know I’m going to have to report myself for this one to flag@whitehouse.gov!

(please note: reporting myself will be accompanied by the forwarding of quite a bit of the spam I get. this idea is courtesy of educated shoprat’s comment on Jo-Joe’s post)

And now, the latest reason I think Obummercare is full of socialist agenda-driven idea and plans: Government Mandated Child Raising and Welfare Visits.

(source: ppg 838 through 851)

So – did you think that the Obummercare was only about Health care? Do you know what this section (1904) talks about? Go ahead, follow the link above and go to the pages indicated. I’ll step out and mow the lawn, rake the leaves, and smooth the gravel while you read it.

OK – what was the first thing you read? That’s right, it’s not even a part of the health care bill – it’s an amendment to “Part B of Title IV of the Social Security Act (42 U.S.C. 621–629i)”. (in case you think this is an anomaly, check out section 1905 on page 851 – it’s an amendment to “Title XI of the Social Security Act” and inserts “after section 1150 the following new section”.) This amendment to Title IV is titled as “SEC. 440. HOME VISITATION PROGRAMS FOR FAMILIES WITH YOUNG CHILDREN AND FAMILIES EXPECTING CHILDREN.” The amendment establishes “high quality programs providing voluntary home visitation for families with young children and families expecting children.” Part of what this program does is set up home visitations for a government agency to come in and tell families how to raise their children and what to expect developmentally from their children at particular milestones. (I won’t go into whose milestones, or what happens if the child does not meet those milestones – junior Death Panel, anyone?)

This is where my objection comes in (I mean besides to the whole bill): The GOVERNMENT is going to impose THEIR IDEALS on how I should raise my child. What happens if my religious beliefs conflict with the government’s ideals? One area I know we are going to clash is the spanking issue – you know that the liberals are going to insist that talking to and reasoning with a two year old is more effective than spanking. I believe that by sparing the rod I am spoiling the child. With parental supervision, the child shouldn’t be getting into that many issues where spanking is needed, but when they do, then a swift paddle on the rear will get their attention quicker than the sound of your voice. That swift paddle also lets them know there are consequences to their actions and holds them accountable for their actions.

I can hear you now – “How much will this cost?” Im glad you asked, and they cover that, too:

‘‘(m) APPROPRIATIONS.—Out of any money in the Treasury of the United States not otherwise appropriated, there is appropriated to the Secretary to carry out this section—
‘‘(1) $50,000,000 for fiscal year 2010;
‘‘(2) $100,000,000 for fiscal year 2011;
‘‘(3) $150,000,000 for fiscal year 2012;
‘‘(4) $200,000,000 for fiscal year 2013; and
‘‘(5) $250,000,000 for fiscal year 2014.

Let me get my calculator out real quick here… carry the 1, uhm, $750,000,000. Seven hundred fifty million dollars in five years. For something that’s not even part of the health care bill but is an amendment to another Act entirely. The Social Security Act at that, which is already projected to be broke soon, and now Obama wants to saddle it with more debt?

Next stop – flag@whitehouse.gov.

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I don’t think I’ll write anything worth reporting myself about today.

Well, that’s all I’ve got today…

Just kidding! I can’t believe you fell for that.

The backlash against the heavy-handed “reform” of the national health care system continues. Here in Arizona, more than a few of the DemocRATic so-called “representatives” have either had their town halls inundated by We The People with a Single Voice or they have been cancelled due to the large numbers of opposing voices. Methinks they may be finally getting the message – that we don’t want the reform as outlined by Obama and his minions. We want the free market to continue taking care of itself.

Actually, come to think of it, we’d like the government to get out of the auto business, the banking business, and the money printing business too. But, hey – one thing at a time, right?

Well, dang – even this short little entry is flag worthy. I’ll be on e-mail telling on myself. Hope you have a really good day.

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P.S. – just saw this “Thought Of The day” n the Arizona Republic: “A pessimist is a mna who looks both ways when he’s crossing a one-way street.” – Laurence J. Peter, author of “The Peter Principle” (1919-1990). Obviously, Mr. Peter never walked in down town Phoenix or he, too, would have classified himself as a pessimist! I always check both ways before crossing a one way street, and I have ever since a wrong-way driver nearly hit me a few years back. In this instance, I am proud to be labeled a “pessimist.”

P.P.S. Here’s the text of the note I sent today:

from Cary Cartter
to The Snitch Line
date Tue, Aug 11, 2009 at 09:51
subject Snitchin’ On Myself Again

Dear White House,

Once again, I am informing on myself. I believe that the national health care bill known as H.R. 3200: America’s Affordable Health Choices Act of 2009 is entirely in violation of my rights under the United States Constitution. I have publicly expressed this view in multiple public forums, most recently on my blog, located here.

However, if you could direct me to the Article or Amendment in the Constitution of the United States that provides the Federal government the authority to mandate health care choices for the citizens of this country, I will certainly reconsider my position and offer public apologies.

Otherwise, I must warn you that this individual (myself) will continue to speak out against the what I believe is the true intent of this in this proposed legislation.

Thank you for your time – and go Flag yourself.
Cary Cartter
XXXX X. XXxx Xxxxx
Glendale, Arizona XXXXX

This communication is sent with full awareness of the Privacy Act of 1974 (no federal agency shall compile a list of people who disagree with their actions) and with the knowledge that the White House cannot destroy any correspondence it receives. Have fun with that conundrum, Snitch Patrol!