Dogs and Balloons

This is the kind of dog we need in our house. My wife would absolutely be thrilled with such a canine friend. Might I add she hates balloon popping!!

Would Someone Die For A Lie? - Lee Strobel

A Night with Wade Nolan

I found someone who knows Alaska upside and down. Wade was a guide at Denali for many years. He is a wildlife biologist and photographer. He also loves hunting and more importantly he got saved and now is traveling speaking on whitetail deer and other interesting things about the outdoors and gives his testimony. I have heard him many times and always enjoy his adventures.

Wayne Drury and Ed Zike

A few of the mounts of the wall.

OK what am I eating? Wild Boar, Elk, Moose, Whiteteail??

Wade Nolan sharing about Denali National Park.

Wade and I

The Center

The Northwestern Youth Community Center celebrated its 1 year anniversary open house at the Center. The Center is a place for young kids to hang out after school in our community. I happen to be a part of it and have been just about since it was started. What do I do? Well I am the resident electrician, and more notably the vice-president of the board. Sounds impressive? Not actually. I found I was the vice-president on Saturday at the open house. I guess I missed the wrong board meeting and got elected. The Center has come along ways and has along ways to go.

Joe Marcewizc from Penn State Behrend speaking.

Some young boys playing with a game.

A little gal enjoying reading.
Kenton is trying out an excercise machine.
Ruth with her shiny new can.
Dr. Corder and I.

Connie Lance has been a big blessing to the Center. She is a key contrbutor as a grant writer and is able to help as a coordinator with free labor by prisoners from the local state prison.

Kenton and Vincent trying their hand at air hockey.
Kendra and Alyssa making their craft.

Sam Ring playing ball with his daughters.
Another one of my friends from counseling with the Strengthening Families Program.
Another Duke fan!
I think he was gettig a kick out of it.
Elizabeth was quietly working away.

New Course - Curriculum Development & Design

Question: What does this mean to you? Curriculum Development Design
Answer: It means you have to pray for me! (Not what you thought the answer would be is it?)

I am excited about this as I develop a special history curriculum around one of the many innovations of the Civil War - self contained ammunition. As many of you know I have collected cartridges(bullets) for about 23 years. I have no clue how many I have in my collection, but I would be safe to say well over 1,500 different rounds no caliber the same. Maybe I will share a picture so you understand what in the world I am talking about. I have taken my collection to many game dinners and have been a guest speaker. Here is a pic of part of my collection at a game dinner.

Sick a Bed Two Chairs

Not that you care...but I have been extremely sick. All I can find strength to add today(J/K)is the explanation for my title. It is part of my families way of saying we are very sick. My father is the one that taught me this saying when I was a little kid. When you get that sick you pull two chairs together and make a bed to sleep in. I never have asked him why they always did that. Maybe it is so he couldn't roll out of bed and land on his head.

About McCain

I had to post this for my good buddy, Tim.

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James Dobson, the Focus on the Family president, today released this statement to the Laura Ingraham show.

"I'm deeply disappointed the Republican Party seems poised to select a nominee who did not support a Constitutional amendment to protect the institution of marriage, who voted for embryonic stem cell research to kill nascent human beings, who opposed tax cuts that ended the marriage penalty, and who has little regard for freedom of speech, who organized the Gang of 14 to preserve filibusters, and has a legendary temper and often uses foul and obscene language.
"I am convinced Sen. McCain is not a conservative, and in fact, has gone out of his way to stick his thumb in the eyes of those who are. He has at times sounded more like a member of the other party. McCain actually considered leaving the GOP in 2001, and approached John Kerry about being Kerry's running mate in 2004. McCain also said publicly that Hillary Clinton would make a good president. Given these and many other concerns, a spoonful of sugar does not make the medicine go down. I cannot, and I will not vote for Sen. John McCain, as a matter of conscience.
"But what a sad and melancholy decision this is for me and many other conservatives. Should John McCain capture the nomination as many assume, I believe this general election will offer the worst choices for president in my lifetime. I certainly can't vote for Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama based on their virulently anti-family policy positions. If these are the nominees in November, I simply will not cast a ballot for president for the first time in my life. These decisions are my personal views and do not represent the organization with which I'm affiliated. They do reflect, however, my deeply held convictions about the institution of the family, about moral and spiritual beliefs, and about the welfare of our country."

Ski Trip to Holiday Valley Planned

Ski Trip
February 25, 2008
Holiday Valley – Ellicottville, NY
Group Rate Ski-Lift Tickets – All day/night, 9:00 AM – 10:00
Adult - $37

Junior (6-11) - $27
Rentals – All day/night Skis: Snowboard:
Adult - $28 $39
Junior (6-11) - $22 $31

Many of us take packed lunches which we eat in a designated area of the lodge.
- If you prefer to buy food on location, it is available, though pricey.
Hot chocolate and coffee will be provided free for any member of our group.
If you want to reserve group tickets or have any questions contact:
Marilyn Muir - Event Coordinator

330-506-4227 or 330-372-1593

dmmuir84@earthlink.net

Or you may email me at:

iwumasterstudent@yahoo.com

We Have Heat!!!

We installed a new furnace in our home today and my wife is very very happy. The greatest part about it is that we feel warm. What felt the same with the old furnace and thermostat control set at 74, the new 90% efficiency furnace and electronic thermostat does the same at 68. The old furnace had the fan motor going bad and was only blowing about 25% of what the new one blows at. The target on the inside of the old furnace had melted over time and we were not able to buy a replacement. I guess that is what happens when something gets to the 25 year old mark. The kids rooms are now nice and warm. No more bunking in the livingroom when it gets real cold out.

George Randall picked up our furnace and delivered it the other day.

Dad and I uncrate it and discuss what all we have to do.

Dad working at unhooking everything and removing the old exhaust pipe.

The next two pics show the furnace area empty and ready for the new furnace.

Prepping the bottom of the furnace for the gas line entry.

In and ready for the intake and exhaust lines.

Finally in and running and keeping Julie very happy!!

Steeples and Egg Laying Rabbits

I received this letter from a very genuinely misled soul concerning our church. It includes our bad use of the following things with our church: our steeple, our observance of Christ's birth at Christmas and His resurrection at Easter, and our worship of the Lord on Sunday. His whole premise: we are worshipping the sun. The funny thing is I never had even thought about the sun except to notice whether it was a "nice day". I really had not realized that some lady transformed bird into egg laying rabbits. Weird! What was even more interesting was when he showed up to church and during the prayer request his prayer request was to ask the church when we were going to take the steeple down. It had only been only up 2 weeks. To say the least for the last year he has bothered us and finally sent this into our local paper that refused to publish it based on its ridiculous nature.

Dear Editor,

I must address a situation that occurred last year that bothers me on two levels, one spiritual, on a personal. I’ve listened to many preachers, teachers, saints, sinners all talk about improving a person’s relationship with our Creator and I believed have. Now let me have a shot at calling others to repentance.
In the Bible Yahweh says not to do what the heathen do and say you are dong it for Him.

That sounds simple enough doesn’t it? But apparently it is not.

Last year the church at Keepville erected a spire on their church building and you ask “what could be wrong with that”? Let me explain.

Spires, steeples and obelisks are all representations of “rays of the sun” dating from the time of Nimrod and the Kingdom of Babel. When Nimrod died his wife Beltis (also called Samiramis) claimed that he ascended and became the “Sun God”. Sometime later Nimrods widow claimed she was impregnated by a “ray of the sun.” Hence these objects representing “rays of the sun” are also phallic symbols, sometimes called the phallus of Nimrod. This is the symbol that now adorns the “Christian” Keepville Church. Remember Yahweh says, “do not do what the heathen do and say you are doing it for me.”

I have warned the pastor about this situation and he said, “but it doesn’t mean that to me.” He said it is pointing the way to heaven. Perhaps putting a golden calf up there would be too obvious of a pagan symbol and parishioners would leave even if one says, “but it doesn’t mean that to me”.

Now suppose every time I pass that church or one of its members, I were to raise my middle finger to them. (I would never actually do this except to make a point!) I’m sure they would be offended, and when they acted offended I can say “but it doesn’t mean that to me!” In fact I will rename it my “spire finger” Look it is also pointing to Heaven!!

Now don’t take me wrong, I’m not doing this from meanness, but from love. I love Yahweh and have been called to afflict the comfortable and comfort the afflicted. To my thinking putting up pagan symbolism is the same as flipping God the finger. No matter how loudly you cry “but it doesn’t mean that to me”, please stop and ask what does it mean to God?

On a personal note my great great great grandparents are buried in the Keepville cemetery, and now the shadow of this pagan sun worship symbol now crosses the honored resting place of a man who fought in both the American Revolution and the War of 1812.

Now it’s not my intention to afflict only my friends and neighbors in Keepville but to call all people who are involved in Babylonian sun worship practices to follow Rev. 18:4 “Come out of her my people that ye be not partakers of her sin, and that ye receive not of her plagues.”

So, what are some things your church does that come straight from Babylon? How about December 25? It was the birthday of Tammuz the baby conceived by Beltis with “a ray of the sun” making him the reincarnated Nimrod the Sun god and her in turn the “mother of god”.

Also Easter was celebrated before the birthday of Yahshua (Jesus) much as it is today. Easter (Ashtaroth) being the name of the reincarnated Beltis who returned to earth from “heaven” in a giant egg and showed her divinity by transform birds into egg laying rabbits.

These are not Sabbaths or feasts described in the Bible as commanded by Yahweh neither is Sunday the “Sabbath of the Lord they God”. But if you all just keep saying “but it doesn’t mean that to me” and say it loudly, maybe Yahweh will hear from Heaven and not bring the plagues of Revelation 18:4 upon you, but that is quite a chance to take. Wouldn’t it be better to repent and “come out of her my people” and really improve your relationship with Yahweh, the Creator of the Universe.

Sincerely
His Servant
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I forgot to mention that he told me last summer that God had called him to be a prophet and when I asked him what God had told him he said "I am not sure yet, I have to study about that."

Your One Stop Shop

I love being a help to others. It ussually is done in a huge variety of ways. Over the short time here at Keepville on just vehicles I have rebuilt motors, fixed gas tanks, exhaust systems, alternators starters, brakes, ignitions, and other miscelaneous things. Today Blaine Cosner called and needed an alternator put on. So after I was done installing our new furnace, I changed his alternator and then headed out to visit a lady from our church that is on the last leg of her journey here on earth. Blaine rode along and did some calling with the pastor.

No Heat in our House

We will be without heat today while the new furnace is installed. Dad is on his way right now to help me out. I am sure either Julie or I will post an update later.

Granny Gurnee in the Hospital

My grandmother will be 88 this year and ended up in the hospital. She has led an active life and retired in Arlington Texas as the manager of the largest mini storage facility in the city. She moved back north near Mom and Dad and lives in the Shryock Apartment Complex. She quit working for the Social Security office at age 85 and now volunteers at the area free clinic. I think that is where she picked up her pnemonia and bronchitus. Hope you get bettter soon!!

My Sister Beth's Birthday

My big sister(although she is much littler than me)turns 37 today. I stopped down to her house to see her and take her out to eat. She chose Hoss's Steak and Seafood. We had a great time. After that we stopped and saw Granny in the hospital. P.S. She is still single and is now going to shoot me for saying so, but...if you know of any nice Christian guys about 35-45 give me a holler.

Happy Birthday Beth!!

Flashback Friday

These pictures are from last years hunting season. It was a great year for us all. Rod, Dad, and I all ended up with a trophy. Dad and I parted ways in the predawn morning of the last Saturday. Rod and I had both shot 10 points the first day and I shot a doe the following morning. The spot for the three of theme was at the good old "sweetspot". I left Dad there and made my way to the "backdoor" to make sure no deer ran into the development. It was 10 degrees out and the wind was blowing at a good 20+mph. You do the scientific math - Very Cold!

About an hour after daylight I heard Dad's .308 crack the morning air. One shot and silence. My cell phone rang "I think I just shot someone's dog." You have to understand that in Pennsylvania any dog that runs deer during hunting season or any other time is fair game. A dog can run a deer until it collapses then it is usually killed. Dad had been watching a 6 point buck which was not a legal one in WMA 2D. Just about a 1/2 a mile was route 119 and it would have been another deer in the freezer. as he watched another doe come through the pines he waited for the flash of brown and waited to see if it had antlers. He decided if it was a doe he would just go ahead and take it. As the brown head appeared through the pines his .308 laid it down as quick as it had appeared. The problem was when it went down it thrashed and a tail was flipping around. The coyote had dropped in a little depression on the trial about 125 yards away and remained almost completely out of sight. All he could see was enough hair to know it was not a deer. His first instinct was a dog, but did not think it was a dog either. I told him that he had more than likely shot a coyote. I told him to stay put and I would circle around the back of the pines and try to push a buck toward him. I did alright, the same 6 point came meandering by again. You can't grow horns by watching them in the scope. Then he jumped I had just shot. His guess - Byron shoots = dead deer. He was correct except it was not the right kind of a deer. Then he heard a second shot.....

What happened next was not the best deer story I have. It includes a state cop and a Game warden. I had moseyed along the back trail overlooking Bob Herman's house. A spot where I have kicked up literally over a hundred deer over the years but never had any success. I would usually jump them and they would take off running through 40 year old overgrown Christmas trees. The property used to belong Musser Nursery. It is rather thick in spots with all kinds of "junk" growing in it. As I walked along I saw 3 doe bedded down about 50 yards ahead of me about 10 feet off of the trail. As is my tradition I never shoot a deer laying in its bed. They quickly jumped up and bounded away giving me time to look at each one of them in my scope. They were all doe. As the ran down over the hill I waited till they came to a stop at the edge of the woods by the harvested corn field. I picked out one and noticed I was shooting through allot of limbs and about 80-90 yards. When I shot they all took off and I could see two run across the field. The third one amazingly was till standing there. I shot again and it promptly fell over. What I did not realize that a spike with the smallest rack I had ever seen had been laying down along the field and stood up when they ran across the field. one of them curled back along the field toward the north and up into the woods. The second shot had dropped him in his tracks. I did not realize this for I could not see him right away I moved around trying to scope out if I had hit anything. A I started to make my way down over the hill I saw two hunters coming my way. I knew them both and figured we would swap success stories for the year. The one was a state cop and had taken a huge buck two years before at the very spot my deer was laying. They got to the deer first and I heard them say "Uh Oh...someone shot a spike!" WHAT????!!!! I could not believe it! After we talked about it he said that he had watched this deer for quite awhile in his scope and never saw the spikes. As you can see the tiny pencils on top of his head were covered by the big brown ears. Fortunately for me his hunting buddy was the head WCO for this area and he called him and got him out of bed to take care of my "mistake kill". Fortunately for me he was there and witnessed it. The warden could see that the spikes were very small and gave me a 25.00 restitution fee for a mistake kill instead of a 100.00 - 300.00 fine which would have gone on my record and also lost my license for the next year. He handed me another tag and said happy hunting and make sure is does not have an antler. I was so disgusted by then that I decided to quit hunting and head home.

Beware Future Boyfriends!!

This is really funny! I especially like the last "rule".

APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER

NOTE: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history, lineage, and current medical report from your doctor.

NAME_____________________________________ DATE OF BIRTH_____________

HEIGHT___________ WEIGHT____________ IQ__________ GPA_____________

SOCIAL SECURITY #_________________ DRIVERS LICENSE #________________

BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES________________________________________

HOME ADDRESS_______________________ CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______

Do you have parents? ; ___Yes ___No
Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No
If No, explain: _________________________________________________


Number of years they have been married ______________________________

If less than your age, explain _______________________________________


ACCESSORIES SECTION:

A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No

B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No

C. A waterbed? __Yes __No

D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No

E. A tattoo? __Yes __No

F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring? __Yes __No

(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)


ESSAY SECTION:

In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you?

______________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?

__________________________________________________

In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?

__________________________________________________


REFERENCES SECTION:

Church you attend ____________________________________

How often you attend __________________________________

When would be the best time to interview your:

father? _____________

mother? _____________

pastor? _____________


SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:

Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.

A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:

______________________________________

B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my:

_______________________________________

C: A woman's place is in the: _________________________

D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is:

______________________________________________

E. What do you want to do IF you grow up? _____________________________________________

F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is:

_____________________________________________

G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________

I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANTI TORTURE, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.

Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)


_______________________________
Father's Signature


________________________________
Mother's Signature


_______________________________
Pastor/Priest/Rabbi


________________________________
State Representative/Congressman

Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six years for processing. You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can't, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentleman wearing white ties carrying violin cases. (you might watch your back). To prepare yourself, start studying Daddy's Rules for Dating.

Daddy's Rules for Dating

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge . Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi . When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

My Buddy Wes

Wes Black hooked up our church to a new 500 gallon propane tank. He works for General Propane. He helps us out and I help him. He does gas lines for us and I wired up his new home for him. He had just finished his day and picked up Brian and stopped by to explain some things about our new setup. We had him stay for supper.

Brian enjoying the "Sit and Spin".

It was Brian's birthday and he eagerly was excitedly checking out his new gifts.

A remote controlled truck - Brian said "I need bat trees."

A Steelers outfit.

My Sweetheart!!

Alaska Bound

My wife and I are flying to Alaska the middle of July. More details to follow. Two weeks prior we will be up in Canada for a week. Our tickets are purchased and we are excited!!

What is this Older Generation Coming To?

I was having a hard time with what happened at church the other day. Yes my song leader showed up and as you can see - no tie. How dreadful! You can't be a Christian and attend church unless you are dressed in a fullfledged horse blanket draped over shoulders and a goat rope choking off your air. I guess since he leads the songs we will let him off the hook. After all he needs as much air he can get without being choked. At his age......nothing will change.




PS. You looked good Tom. You never even knew you had influenced the pastor the next Sunday! :)

Grandma Mason

Although Catherine Mason is no relative of ours, she has been a dear friend for quite some time. While attending the Beaver Valley Church we had the priveledge of meeting her and and Charles and ate Sunday dinner with them at Joe and Bobbi Dentlers many times. When we arrived here at Keepville almost 4 years ago we found that she attended here as well. She recently has suffered some set backs physically and she told me that she is ready for heaven and anticipates the crossing.Our prayers are with her and her family during this time.

Here is Kenton and Vincent with her at St. Vincent Hospital. She loves the hugs our kids give her.

I Can Prove that I am an Angel

I have inexplicable proof that I am an angel. After I was done teaching our youngest how to make snow angels in the snow, I had to pose beside my proof. Just in case you ever doubt just keep this image of the perfect angel I made.