Thursday, May 29, 2008
REPORT OF A BIRD STRIKE
THIS IS AN OFFICIAL REPORT OF A BIRD STRIKE
APPROXIMATELY 1045 ON 29 JUNE 2008
NORTHBOUND ON I-635 EXITING TO I-30 EAST IN DALLAS TEXAS
WEATHER PARTLY CLOUDY WITH VISIBILITY 10 MILES CEILING 2000 FEET AND 80 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT TEMPERATURE
VEHICLE 2005 FORD 15 PERSON VAN SIXTY-ONE PAPA WITH V-10 ENGINE KNOWN AS BIG BLUE MIRACLE
MILEAGE 60700 MILES
13 ADDITIONAL SOULS ON BOARD
SPEED APPROXIMATELY 60 MILES PER HOUR
DRIVER NOTED TWO BIRDS DIVING IN FRONT OF VEHICLE APPROXIMATELY 5 YARDS AHEAD
NO EVASIVE ACTION TAKEN DUE TO TIME CONSTRAINTS AND ROAD CONDITIONS
LOWER AND FORWARD BIRD STRUCK LEFT FRONT GRILL OF VEHICLE
OTHER BIRD CLIMBED CLEAR OF VEHICLE
FEATHERS NOTED PASSING UP FROM FRONT GRILL OF VEHICLE
NO LOSS OF CONTROL OF VEHICLE
NO DAMAGE TO VEHICLE UPON INSPECTION AT COMPLETION OF MISSION
THIS REPORT HAS BEEN GENERATED AS A SAFETY MESSAGE TO ALL WHO MAY BE DRIVING VANS
WE WILL CONTINUE MONITORING THESE INCIDENTS
DAD WITH NOISY KIDS
This describes me:
Boring is good.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
6. I wrote a bad poem about Theodore a while ago:
Just seeing the font
brought tears to my eyes
knowing there was no
large little child there,
the end of the pew,
waiting to dip hand
into the Water
meant for Asperges.
7. Fifteen dollars in my pocket is burning a hole in it. This is money we placed in Theodore's folder, probably money from birthday cards. I still have to distribute the two dollar bills my grandparents would send to my children. Theodore had ten in his folder. I shall distribute them to his siblings. I even found two savings bonds which I shall have to cash in. Theodore never had any use for money, and now he needs it even less. While trying to think of something to do with the fifteen dollars, I was reminded of a line from A Canticle for Leibowitz(sort of reviewed HERE):
"That was the year of the unprecedented torrent of rain on the desert, causing seed long dry to burst into bloom....the year that the monks of the Albertian Order of Leibowitz buried an abbot and bowed to a new one. There were bright hopes for tomorrow."
Our house is a domestic church, and Theodore is the first member of the family to die after walking on this earth. As the temporal head of this church, I have to see to the distribution of Theodore's possessions, beginning with his body and ending with his death certificate. Fifteen dollars is just a small thing to dispose of.
Our own torrent of rain and a few weeks without mowing have given us a lawn full of little yellow flowers which open in the morning, follow the trajectory of the sun, and close as the sun sets.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
While St. Simeon Stylites the Younger(died today in 597 A.D.) hangs out on top of his column, contemplating the Blessed Mother holding the Infant Jesus, let us contemplate the changes in the blog:
First, the picture of the Noisykid Family, circa 1998('Couple ignoring population crisis') has been moved to the side bar.
In its place at the top of the blog column, we have installed a 'Feto-meter.' A Feto-meter is a widget that will chronicle the progress of the next Noisykid due in January, 2009. Once we know the gender of the 2009 Model, we shall change the border from green to blue - or pink.
I have added a memorial to my son Theodore on the sidebar. If you click on the picture, you will be directed to all the blog entries which pertain to Theodore. The picture, by the way, was taken on his 15th birthday, November 25, 2007. This reminds me of a 'Theodore' story:
Theodore always liked to keep a list of things he wanted, and he would make extensive lists of toys he wanted for whatever the next holiday was. These lists consisted of letters in no particular order except for the letters designating aircraft - for example, a string of nonsense letters would suddenly be punctuated by 'F-16,' or 'IL-2,' 'U-2,' or 'SR-71.' Of course, he would come up and say 'toys, airplanes, toys, tanks, toys, boat, toys, jet, toys aircraft carrier,' and so on. On his last birthday, after opening his last gift, he reached down under the couch and pulled out a list and started by saying 'Christmas' before launching into a recital of everything he wanted for Christmas.
Finally, this blogger from across the pond maxed out her space for pictures - all 1024 megabytes of it! So she has started a new blog, sort of a 'part 2' blog and requested a new link. I have complied. Just for some perspective, I have only used 4% of my space for pictures.
Good night, and more videos of piano playing Noisykids next week.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
As an old chemistry major and president of the college Chemistry Club, nothing is more exciting to me than doing a little chemistry experiment in the home.
Take, for example, chromatography. This is a way to detect various chemicals in liquid by seeing how they react with agents which are embedded in a piece of absorbent paper or cloth. All one does is dip the absorbent paper into the liquid, and look for the colors to appear on the paper.
Of course, the details are a bit more complicated, but this is all one needs to understand when doing the chromatography experiment shown in the picture below:
Not bad, eh?
Kinda makes me want to break into song:
Yup! There has to be a REALLY good reason to put a Paul Anka video on my blog.
Seriously, God has blessed us again with another little Noisykid in the making. We thank God for His generosity and for His Love, and we ask for your prayers that this pregnancy will bring us a healthy child.
Our thoughts and emotions are a mixture of exultation and profound sorrow - joy at the thought of a new life in the making, and sorrow at the loss of one of our other children.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
I want a Celtic cross, but now that I found the above monument, I shall have to reconsider....
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Irena Sendler, a Polish Catholic who helped save thousands from the Nazis, died [May 12, 2008]at the age of 98.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
I wrote about these events a year ago.
I thought I had a picture of me being commissioned an officer, but I shall have to look for it.
HERE IS THE MAY 8, 2007 BLOG ENTRY.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
We celebrated the 18th birthday of Histor the Wise, otherwise known as the Oldest Noisykid, the Oldest Son Noisykid, and affectionately referred to by his little brothers and sisters as their big brother. We praise God for giving us such a wonderful and loving son. God bless you, Son!
April also was a milestone for Noisykid #6, also known as the youngest Michigan Noisykid. He turned 12 on the same night that featured our oldest daughter singing how she could do without Professor Henry Higgins.
Since Noisykid #6 turned 12, he joined our home school youth group, so look for him to perform in the near future at one of these Broadway Night features. God bless you, Son! We thank God for such a wonderful son.
The Other Hour of Mercy
From The Return of the King, by J.R.R. Tolkien:
‘Are you in pain, Frodo?’ said Gandalf quietly as he rode by Frodo’s side.
‘Well, yes I am,’ said Frodo. ‘….The wound aches, and the memory of darkness is heavy on me….’
‘Alas! There are some wounds that cannot be wholly cured,’ said Gandalf.
'I fear it may be so with mine,’ said Frodo. ‘There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire, it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden. Where shall I find rest?’
Gandalf did not answer.
I find myself awake a lot more throughout the night, especially during the hour from 3 a.m. to 4 a.m. I started keeping a Rosary, one with big beads on it, on my nightstand so I can use it to pray the Rosary. Nothing induces sleep like praying the Rosary - just ask the wife and kids.
Nowadays sleep doesn't come as easy, and I sometimes complete five decades before sleep overtakes me. I figure that God is granting me a special mercy to pray for my living children NOW rather than when they are dead and gone. Either way I must pray for them; I would prefer to be proactive.
More than anything else I want my children(and my wife and I, and the whole extended family) to die a holy death.
Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to pray with You in the middle of the night, the other Hour of Mercy.
Freaky Friday Mass Incident
Yes, those of you who have read this blog for a while may recognize the little pink pig at the top of this post, and how she only appears when I report on strange behavior - on or off the altar - at Friday Mass.
In this case, the Mass was on a Saturday - the first Saturday of May, last Saturday(how many times did I overuse the word 'Saturday' in this last sentence?). In particular, this Mass was the vigil Mass for Sunday, which will always be referred to in the United States as 'Ascension Thursday Sunday.' This is a Freaky thing in an of itself, as it shows the hardness of so many hearts in our country, where Catholics can't find the time to go to Mass on a Holy Day of Obligation because it falls on a weekday. They apparently don't have the time.
Ask them who got kicked off 'Dancing with the Stars,' and they can tell you....
...but I digress. What made this Mass Freaky was the music. It was awful. It was so awful that none of the parishioners joined in. So we got to listen to the man in the choir loft sing solo songs by such writers as Dan Schutte - a Jesuit who seems to have forgotten his vocation.
I can't put this kind of garbage on my blog, but HERE IS THE COMMUNION SONG WE HEARD. What is missing is the line containing the words 'devil on your back' which we heard right before receiving Our Lord in the Eucharist. Very distracting.
Thankfully the priest launched a pre-emptive strike for the recessional hymn, as we all joined in singing 'Regina Caeli.'
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Oldest Daughter Noisykid sings 'There is a Reason' while someone operates the 'Vomit-Cam.'
Psalm 142 from today's Night Prayer:
A Prayer in Time of Trouble
Lord, listen to my prayer:
in your faithfulness turn your ear to my pleading;
in your justice, hear me.
Do not judge your servant:
nothing that lives can justify itself before you.
The enemy has hounded my spirit,
he has crushed my life to the ground,
he has shut me in darkness, like the dead of long ago.
So my spirit trembles within me,
my heart turns to stone.
I remind myself of the days of old,
I reflect on all your works,
I meditate once more on the work of your hands.
I stretch out my arms to you,
I stretch out my soul, like a land without water.
Come quickly and hear me, O Lord,
for my spirit is weakening.
Do not hide your face from me,
do not let me be like the dead,
who go down to the underworld.
Show me your mercy at daybreak,
because of my trust in you.
Tell me the way I should follow,
for I lift up my soul towards you.
Rescue me from my enemies:
Lord, I flee to you for refuge.
Teach me to do your will,
for you are my God.
Your good spirit will lead me to the land of justice;
for your name’s sake, Lord, you will give me life.
In your righteousness you will lead my soul
away from all tribulation.
Prayer to Our Lady of the Mysterious Decapitation
Lead me away from all occasions of sin.
Guide me in fulfilling your last words in the Gospel,
"Do whatever He tells you."