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Our Daily Thread 8-7-13

Good Morning!

On this day in 1789 the U.S. War Department was established by the U.S. Congress.

In 1782 George Washington created the Order of the Purple Heart.

In 1934 the U.S. Court of Appeals upheld a lower court ruling striking down the government’s attempt to ban the controversial James Joyce novel “Ulysses.”

In 1942 U.S. forces landed at Guadalcanal, marking the start of the first major allied offensive in the Pacific during World War II.

In 1974 French stuntman Philippe Petit walked a tightrope strung between the twin towers of New York’s World Trade Center.

And in 1990 President George H.W. Bush ordered U.S. troops and warplanes to Saudi Arabia to guard against a possible invasion by Iraq.

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Quote of the Day

“Bureaucracies are inherently anti-democratic. Bureaucrats derive their power from their position in the structure, not from their relations with the people they are supposed to serve. The people are not masters of the bureaucracy, but its clients.”

Alan Keyes

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First up, a request, and a song that reminds me of my wife, who’s also a fan. 🙂

Again, not many birthdays, unless you want Iron Maiden?

Yeah, didn’t think so. 🙂

So music history it is. Today in 1965 the Turtles released this cover of a Bob Dylan song.

And for no reason at all, The Three Pickers.

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Anyone have a QoD for us?

52 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 8-7-13”

  1. Alan Keys is correct. Regardless of the mission statement, the purpose of a bureaucratic organization is to grow. Like a child, it wants to get big, issue regulations and exert power.

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  4. AJ, you know I would always love some Johnny Cash. I also like Johnny Horton.

    I walked in the living room this morning with my coffeet to find that a squatter had taken my chair. As I picked him up I called hin Precious. This led to a long string of rambling thoughts about the various pets I have had or have known to be named after my dad.
    Precious Prince James was the cat I had from age 12 to 21. I went out on New Years Eve and he got out of the house. My dad (James Isaac) found him deceased in the front yard the next morning. It was very cold for here that night.
    The next door neighbors had a party one night. W had had a few too many beers and remembered the dog he had seen on his walk that day. He walked across the highway to find the dog only to discover it had been hit by a car. He came walking back to the party carrying the mangiest curr-dog you have ever had the priviledge of laying eyes on. Of course the poor dog had to go to the vet. Daddy called our vet, and they threw the dog in the back of the truck and off they went with W sobbing the whole way. About a thousand dollars later the dog was in fine health. Jimbo (notice the variation on James?) lived a long and happy life.
    Now that leads us to my precious boy-dog, King Amos Isaac. I figure the James bit had been done so I moved on to the middle name of Isaac. Of course, Amos is named after Baby Girl’s other grandfather with the King. His nanny had nicknamed him after Huey P. Long and called him the Little King Fish.
    Currently I have a step cat named Moe. She was supposed to be a male but suprise she wasn’t. She lived with a houseful of males so you can guess where her name came from. She and I have reached a peace agreement of some sort, but don’t push either of us. It is still on shaky ground.

    So here is the QOD. How do you name your pets?

    And since I have met the goats, Methuselah and Mary Jane, I can’t wait for Mumsee to show up and answer this question!!!!

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  5. Good morning! We are headed to the beach today for three nights. It should be a really fun trip as it’s all girls. It will be me, my two precious daughters (8 & almost 14) my best friend and her daughter (age 11), and Connie (our nanny). Connie can’t remember the last time she went on vacation. The trip was initiated b/c Connie mentioned how much she longed to go to the beach, but couldn’t afford to. So, Hubby generously agreed to finance the trip. We’ve rented a beach house a couple of hours away in Surfside. I’ve actually never been to Surfside, but it’s supposed to be a cute beach town. The house is on the second row and it has a nice view of the water without the front row price tag. Hanging out with my best friend will be good for me after all of the family drama I’ve experienced recently. So excited!!!! I won’t have access to the internet, except on my phone, so I won’t be around much until Saturday. Y’all be good!

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  6. Kim’s QoD: I don’t have a system for naming pets. We currently only have one dog, who was named by eldest daughter when she was five. His name is Buddy. She also named our recently deceased cat when she was four. His name was Bailey (not sure how she came up with that one!). When I was single, I had a dog who was slightly psychotic (she used to protect her inanimate “babies”–any stuffed animal), named Danny. As a child, I had a wonderful Collie who looked just like Lassie. His registered name was Theodore Von Ted, but we called him Teddy. He was my favorite dog of all time. I had him from age nine to twenty. He died in my arms from a stroke he suffered one weekend when I was home from college. I always felt like he held on ’til I was able to be home. He used to meet me at the bus stop every afternoon. As a kid, I also had a pet goat I named Sandy after the lead character in Grease, one of my favorite movies as a child. She was a dairy goat and very smart. I trained her to do many tricks and she would come when called. She even rode in my mom’s van when we would go to town to do errands. She thought she was one of the dogs….

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  7. QoD: We don’t have pets very often. The last one got the name Niña (Girl) since I told my daughter she would rarely use the name, but call the dog “Here Girl” all the time anyway.

    When we lived in an old farm house we inherited the barn cats. Our children named most of them based on the predominantly white color. (The mother was a white cat.) One was called Snowball, another Cloud, because he was grey. I named one very furry white one Snowstorm because he was always attacking my shoelaces when I went out to mow the yard. One was named “Tinkymite” because we were trying to decide whether it was male or female. She was a grey tabby. Our then 3 year old heard us saying “I think he might…” and in her own way she repeated it as “Tink he might”. Thus the name.

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  8. Good morning all. Came home from Idaho to some great swells. I may go surfing today with my nitro in my suit 😉

    QoD: Our dog is named Denali. Though we live at the beach my family has a penchant for climbing mountains and so the boys picked the biggest one in the US. The other options were Whitney or Langley. Whitney being scaled several times and Langley ever elusive.

    We had a dog named Boo. Probably named after the song, but being a rescue he came with the name. When the kids were small we had a dog named Barney. We had recently watched the Ghost and Mr. Chicken and Don, Knot and Luther just weren’t ringing well. Nor was Fife, but Barney seemed to fit.

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  10. QoD: We name all our pets starting with the letter K. Our first dog (a huge black lab, huskie, german shepherd, chesapeake cross – over 100 lbs) came to us with the name Kitten, she was shortened to Kitt. Then we got Kariboo (Boo) for our daughter after her hamsters kept dying before their time), he was a Canadian Eskimo – great runner and puller of hubby on cross country skis). When Boo died we found Keva. Friends gave us that name and it suits him – a little girly tho it is. When we “inherited” Banana (budgy) from our daughter she was called Nana a lot, so we changed it to Knana, silent K. Our cat was named Katchya before we realized he was a male, but since that means little cat in Dutch, we kept the name. We did have one German shepherd rescue who only was with us a little while (cancer) who was just a plain and simple Joe, for no other reason than that he was a Joe.

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  11. Good Morning and thank you AJ for that video….that is the song Paul sings to me all the time! When we were dating we would sit in Paul’s living room and listen to all of my James Taylor and Cat Stevens albums all afternoon….JT being my favorite musician of all time…his music just makes me smile…and so does my husband! 🙂
    We named our two dogs after characters in our favorite movie “Babe”…..our older Aussie is named Babe, after the pig…our mini Aussie named Fly after the Border Collie in the movie…
    It’s raining here…all day…we love it here in our part of the Forest, but, in the burn areas this is not good news….they are sandbagging in preparation for Flash floods…. 😦

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  12. Pet names: I’ve only had one dog I’ve been responsible for naming, but when I was a child we got a black cocker mix that we (not sure who chose the name) named Trinka, and I thought that was really cute. After about three days Mom said she sort of reminded her of a dog she’d had earlier in life named Cricket, and she wanted to rename her Cricket. I wasn’t happy with that at all–I liked “Trinka” and that was already her name! So I called her Trinka for a few days, but Cricket stuck. The irony is that she turned out to be mostly my dog; nobody else liked her much, so I trained her (or tried to) and groomed her and paid attention to her. I was ten when we got her, twenty and not out of the house for long when Mom had her put to sleep because she’d gotten incontinent and medicine wasn’t helping, and Mom was looking for an apartment and not finding one that would accept a dog.

    I had several pet fish. The first one was a female guppy one of us “won” at the end of the school year. Since she was brought home in a Skippy peanut butter jar, we named her Skippy. When we bought her a mate, we named him Peter Pan.

    I got other guppies that were just for me, but most of them didn’t live very long and I don’t remember all their names. I did have a female named Cinderella, a male named Prince (“My Prince Charming” was his full name, secretly), and a female named Irene because of a woman by that name who had been sweet to me in a lonely time in my life.

    Then I got pet crayfish (found in the lake). The first one was Crabby, because it sounded clever (a different crustacean, and the personality of an animal who pinches you when you pick him up). When I got him a mate, I named her Grouchy to go along with Crabby. (Alas, Grouchy killed Crabby–I’d had Crabby well over a year by that time, maybe two years.) I also got two small ones, babies, and named them Itzy and Bitzy; I thought one was male and one female of the babies, but I wasn’t quite sure.

    Then when I was preparing to get Misten, I wanted to give my collie an elegant name, but Princess, Lady, and Lassie all seemed “overused” for collies, so I thought for months about what to do that would be creative but elegant. And then “Miss Tennessee” came to mind, so I named her that. But I couldn’t call her Misty for short since I knew a young girl by that name, so I called her Misten for short. (People who know what it is short for seem to want to pronounce it as “Miss Tenn,” but I run them together with the emphasis on the first syllable.) I got her from a breeder named Bonnie Collies, and if I’d thought of it soon enough, I probably would have named her “Bonnie,” since that is the Scottish word for “lovely” and thus is a great name for a collie. Misten is registered as “Bonnie Miss Tennessee,” and if I’d gotten her a sister, I would have registered her as “Bonnie Lass of Nashville,” and then I could have called the second dog either Bonnie or Lassie.

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  14. I enjoyed, “The Three Pickers”. It reminded me of the many funerals that we have been to for former show or jam partners. Other performers often played and/or sang in these funerals.

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  16. Nancyjill: J.T. is my favorite singer of all time, too! I grew up (born in ’71) listening to him. Nothing could get me out of a bad mood faster when I was young than listening to “Whenever I see your smiling face, I have to smile myself, b/c I love you…” His early stuff is still my favorite, although I enjoy all of his music. I’ve seen him numerous times in concert and my husband always teases me about being enamored with a bald, extremely liberal, former heroin addict! Love Cat Stevens, too!

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  18. Well, there is meth and Mary Jane, and you all know Wilbur and Gabbydon, and the three little pigs. Then there are Paula and Silas, Eunice, Sapphira (he is a boy by the way), Martha and Caleb, and Zaccheus (the wee little ram). Lazarus was the baby goat who almost died. and Sarah and her kids, Jacob (a girl) and Esau. Then there is Miriam, and Adam and Eve and ….well, I could go on but I have things to do.

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  19. We had a cat named Tom (he was a stray tom cat we convinced to become a “pet”). We also had (cats) Smokey, Keety (yeah, we punted on that one, she was a rather unpleasant stray white cat who always slept under the car and had oil spots on her; she just vanished one day), Liz (an adorable black-and-white kitten with 6 toes on each front paw who died of whatever cat virus was so deadly back then) and Nancy, who initially belonged to an elderly neighbor who passed away.

    Lots of our dogs came with their names already attached as we mostly came by them when owners couldn’t keep them — Blackie, Chico, Snoopy, Queenie (a German shepherd, broke my mom’s heart when she had have her put down when her hips were giving way at a relatively advanced age), Annie (for Little Orphan Annie), and Fritz.

    I “took over” Muffin & Fritz after my mom died. Since then my own dogs have been Ellie, Mercy, and now, of course, Tess & Cowboy. And the cat, Annie Oakley.

    So now we all know each others’ passwords.

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  20. You’ll remember two years ago my husband, daughter and I went down the Rio San Juan in Nicaragua to work at an eyeglass clinic. Our church’s team is down there again this week and this wonderful answer to prayer came through this morning. Rejoice with us all:

    Monday, first day of ministry, was a wonderful and God filled day. We saw 220 patients which is less than average but the morning was slow primarily because of flooded rivers which meant that the locals walking from nearby (within 4-8 hours) villages were stuck at many swollen rivers. We hear if the rivers go down overnight that we will see these people tomorrow.

    There many great heartwarming stories from today’s mission work. Answered prayer too for good health, passable roads and working equipment. One neat story was of a 13 year old girl with Downs Syndrome. We did not have an ophthalmologist or optometrist working with us today. We had to work with the girl using our “up close” charts. We, including Patsy (from Chicago the fitter, were able to improve her up-close vision from not being able to see the bold and large print on top of the chart to going three and almost four lines down on the chart. This made a huge difference in her life.

    This brought many of us to near tears. Many other patients yelled with joy, clapped, kissed and hugged as they were able to see for the first time in years. In addition to the gift of vision they were all given Spanish Bibles to see God’s Word.

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  21. The Kid and I apparently went to the same naming school. We had “Stormy” a white cat who arrived on a storm day, “Racey” a chicken who raced around the front yard, “Rusty,” a red cat and “Blackie” a black dog.

    Of course we also had this Siamese cat whom we got while I was in love with The King and I. “Let’s name him after the King!”

    In those pre-Internet days, no one remembered the king’s name, so my father suggested naming the cat after the then-current king of Thailand.

    So we did. Our cat’s name was Boomiball.

    Once I went to college, things got more interesting. The mixed Golden-German Shepherd was Diggory (we were reading Chronicles of Narnia), the half-Siamese cat was Cleo. The last two dogs were Sebastian and Oh Susanna of Springset Kennel (Suzie).

    I was charmed when I realized the last two dogs, inherited both, were named what I had planned to name my last two children if their sexes had been different. I love curious coincidences like that.

    Which brings me to the final, miserable cat–currently sleeping not far from me or I’m sure her lip would be in a curl as she plotted her next diabolical move. She’s a beautiful calico but as mean as a mongoose. We thought, calico, calypso and then the palis–mountains–I love on the north short of O’ahu.

    We named her Kali.

    And she got the last laugh.

    We were in a bidding war when we bought this house and I had to write a letter (“in the bag!”). I had noticed one of the children’s name was Kali, so I mentioned our pets’ names in the letter. They were charmed and awarded the house to us.

    So, it’s thanks to this mean cat who has tormented me for nearly 18 years, that we live here.

    God laughs.

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  22. Our “mama” Siamese was named Dory after the character in “Finding Nemo” because it fit her personality perfectly. When we got the “papa” I said we should pick another Nemo name and #1 son kiddingly said “Bruce,” which stuck. When they had kittens, #2 son took two of them, one of which went on a hunger-strike and had to be swapped out for one more willing to leave home. Son had told me he was thinking of naming him Buster (after the crash-dummy). A few days after he came back he was running through the house and Hubby said, “What are you up to, buster?” I asked him if he called him that because Son was thinking of it and he said he was not aware of that. So he became Buster.

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  23. I had a dog when I was eight or nine, terrier and bull mix. I named him Rex. I loved my dog.
    He got distimper and died.
    I got a part German shepherd a few months later. I named him Pal. He and I got wet in a creek behind the house. I didn’t get sick, but Pal did and he died.
    I haven’t had a pet since. Except my rock. I haven’t named him.
    He never gets siclk.

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  24. I have to mention Beaureguard the Duke of Marlowe. An aunt had given us a set of pretentious dog books from England and all the dogs has substantial names. Marlowe was lucky to have me because had George had his way he would have been Elvis. Marlowe was the baby for 7 years before that skin puppy showed up. The first night she was home he walked in circles whining trying to get someone to do something to shut it up.
    Had we ever gotten a female Golden Retriever, George swore he would name her Arethat the Queen of Soul. We never did.
    My dad had Pepper, the black poodle. I can’t tell you how many times I had to pick Pepper up from Waggy Tail and they would yell in the back, Pepper Black’s mama is here. I would have to reply through gritted teeth that, “I am NOT that dog’s mama. I am his sister!” I would almost swear my dad loved that dog more than he did me.

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  25. Chas, even before I picked out Misten from her litter, I knew that someday I’d have the unique sorrow of losing a dog, a dog I’d raised from puppyhood and dearly loved. (I’ve wanted a collie since I was eight or ten. The cocker mix we got when I was ten was a dearly loved dog, but really a pretty bad pet. Her loss was hard, but would have been harder if I had loved her more.)

    Before my husband and I married, I knew I’d probably outlive him, and I knew it was humanly possible he wouldn’t even live long enough to marry me. (I’ve read sad stories like that, or someone who dies of a freak accident on their honeymoon. A book I bought for my brother who lost his wife two years before I married started out with one such story.)

    But love is worth opening one’s heart, even with the pain. I’ve never seen greater pain than what my sister is suffering–she loved dearly and lost her mate, humanly speaking, way too soon. But I think even now, in the pain, she would not give up the years of joy to take away the pain.

    Love is like that, in this fallen world, even love for a dog.

    I realized a few years ago that I’d had about four dogs in my life that were mine or mostly mine–two of them weren’t technically mine, they belonged to landlords, but I liked them better than their owners did and would have been allowed to keep them if I had moved out and moved to a place that allowed me to have a dog. Anyway, in none of those four instances had I had a chance to say “goodbye” to the dog. One my parents returned to the pound while we were at school, without telling us first lest we cry. My childhood cocker was put to sleep while I was away counseling at camp–my mom had initially planned to put her down a few weeks or months earlier and had called me at work to cry, but then she changed her mind and didn’t do it, and I didn’t know till a week “after the fact” that she changed her mind again and did it. One dog belonging to my landlord and landlady–we’d talked about how much I loved the dog and he loved me, and agreed I’d take him when I moved out if I could find a place that let me have a dog–was given away one day while I was at work, when I didn’t know that was under serious consideration. And then one dog ran away (or was stolen) and didn’t come home.

    Misten is going on nine years old; she’s still frisky and healthy, but collies have a life expectancy of 10-13 years (occasionally I see 11-14). So within the next few years she will age and I will lose her in some fashion. I hope I get to say “goodbye,” but yes, I dread that.

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  26. I know it isn’t Biblically sound teaching but I like to imagine each of my dogs waiting for the at the “Rainbow Bridge”. Nothing beats the love of a dog.

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  27. Are you as good as your dog ?

    This brings a tear to my eye : )

    If you can start the day without caffeine,
    If you can get going without pep pills,
    If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
    If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,
    If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time,
    If you can overlook it when something goes wrong through no fault of yours, and those you love take it out on you,
    If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
    If you can ignore a friend´s limited education and never correct him,
    If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend,
    If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
    If you can conquer tension without medical help,
    If you can relax without liquor,
    If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
    Then, my friends, you are almost as good as your dog.

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  28. Pet names are interesting. When I was away at college I was given a kitten that needed a home. The kitten was in a litter over at one of the guy’s dorms. I can’t remember if he already had the name or if I gave it to him, but it was Elliott. At the same time my parents knew I wanted a kitten so they had one waiting for me when I returned home from college. Isn’t that how it goes? Like raining kittens, LOL. I named the other kitten Pitterpat. The two male kittens were not buddies and Pitterpat found his second life elsewhere wherever it is that tommy kits go. Elliott hung around my parent’s home for a number of years before he traveled on to his second home wherever tom cats go, where the catnip is greener or the missy cat’s meow is sweeter.

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  29. We have many pets, but we did have farm animals. Our goats had names like Cinnamon, Brown Sugar, Nutmeg, etc. until someone got the brilliant idea of naming them after friends and neighbours. Or maybe that started with the bantam rooster we named after a school inspector… I wonder how all those people really felt having animals named after them (especially the ducks).

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  31. Later, when I had a desire to have another cat I wanted a long hair and found a cat advertised for adoption. I named it Misty because of its fur color and texture reminding me of misty fog. The cat was not very friendly and not the sweet lap cat I had wanted. I was just a foster parent for this cat and found a good home for her on a farm where she was queen ruler highness even of higher status than the dogs.

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  32. Later when I got the house I had a puppy which was a black lab mixed with a dachshund. She was the runt of the litter and the last one left after others had been chosen at the plant nursery store where I worked weekends as a bookkeeper. I named her Smokey. Sometime around the same time, I also got a black cat which I named Smut. I thought Smokey and Smut were cute names for dark colored animals. I would never choose that name now for an animal but I was young and not really thinking much about what the word Smut might bring to mind.

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  35. My husband and I once saw a play in which the Blind Boys of Alabama played so if you find anything by them to post, AJ, perhaps folks would get a taste for their style.

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  36. A Jack russel Terrier is a valuable dog. Oldest daughter had one;

    A SOUTH African man has saved his pet dog before his wife when their yacht was shipwrecked.
    Graham and Sheryl Anley and their Jack Russell terrier Rosie ran aground off one of South Africa’s most dangerous stretches of ocean, at Cebe on the Transkei coast. They battled waves of up to seven metres and were swept onto a reef.
    “As the incident happened Graham sent a Mayday radio distress call and activated the EPIRB (Global Positioning Distress beacon) but they were immediately forced to abandon ship,” said Mr McGregor.
    “He first swam Rosie ashore safely before returning for his wife, whose safety line had snagged on the steering gear,” said Mr McGregor.

    http://www.heraldsun.com.au/lifestyle/home-garden/shipwrecked-man-graham-anley-saves-dog-rosie-before-wife-sheryl-off-coast-of-south-africa/story-fni0dm3h-1226692445625

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  38. Continuing on pet names, we adopted a stray from afriend’s condo complex and thought it was a female and named it Tigerlilly. The vet informed us that we had a neutered male so the name was shortened to, well, you can guess, Lilly—not really! Tiger suited him just fine although he was only macho when we were around and then with us backing him, he would make other cats leave his territory.

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  39. Here is a better one, just because you know I can’t just like the one everyone else knows and likes. If you look closely at the pictures you will see that my two Johnnys knew each other.

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  40. Blind Boys doing People Get Ready is nice. I don’t yet know how to copy a link on this phone or I sould put it on here. Also Wade in the Water orAmazing Grace is good, too.

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  43. We named a neighbor’s cat Peeping Tom because he would come over and look in our windows. It would make our cat Piper so mad she would start hitting the glass with her paw. Piper got her name because we found her living in a drain pipe.

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  45. I was once at a party where the 4 goldfish in the vase with the arrangement as the centerpiece were name John, Paul, George, and Ringo. By the end of the night Poor John had died.

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  46. Actually, the worst way to name a dog I ever heard of was the fat old mutt belonging to our childhood next-door neighbor. Her name was Rabies. The reason? The previous stray they’d seen in the neighborhood where they adopted her had rabies. This dog was pregnant when they found her and they’d kept one of her puppies, a cute little male with a curly tail (full-grown when we met him). The woman used to drive me nuts by referring to the mother as “he” and the son as “she,” repeatedly. (Yes, English was her first language. I have seen Spanish speakers do that sort of thing.)

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  47. Cheryl – For years, I had two daughters, & the pets we had were all girls. Then a grandson came along, & then a male cat joined our brood. I am always getting my pronouns mixed up. Often, I joke that I am “pronoun challenged”. 🙂

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  48. Thanks, AJ, for the Blind Boys distinct sounds and abilities.

    More pet name stories. Next, my husband and I got to choose two kittens from a litter my parent’s cat had. My husband choose the beautiful blue and peachy cream calico which had the loudest meow of the whole litter. I chose the sweet black and white kitten who came over to me and nestled into the crook of my arm. They were truly our family cats that we got one year before our son was born. My husband named my cat, the male, Trouble and his choice Tribble based on the Star Trek episode The Trouble With Tribbles. Tribbles were little furry creatures that kept multiplying. We still had our dog Smokey, but we let a young couple who pet sat for us adopt Smut, the black cat, and after our son was born a single lady down the street asked if she could have Tiger. Her home was his second home anyway. On Christmas Day when we would be off visiting relatives, that neighbor would always dress up Tiger with a beautiful Christmas bow. It was a treat to come home and know he had a fine Christmas without us!

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  52. Not sure how good the book/research is, but when something’s free I’ll take it (and I read something of hers years ago that I liked).

    I can’t say I’m personally aware of Christians fleeing evangelical churches in large numbers, although I have heard snippets of statements to that effect recently.

    My sense is that the big “mega” type churches that have no denominational ties have maybe run their course after seemingly peaking in the 1980s and 1990s. ?? But I haven’t really seen any hard numbers or articles to that effect. But I have been aware of the trend of Protestants moving toward more liturgical churches — even toward Eastern Orthodox and Roman Catholic churches — over the past couple decades.

    I’m blessed to be in a good church & a good denomination where the sermons are meaty and the teaching solid. But my previous church (same denomination) took a couple strange (almost oppressive) turns after our pastor retired, prompting me to make a transfer.

    Churches can get messed up. 😦

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