The Real Meaning Of Easter

Easter is upon us.  Easter means different things for different people.  For children, it is a break from school, coloring eggs and waiting for the Easter bunny.  I had wondered long where the Easter bunny came from - and Wikipedia came to my rescue.  The rabbit and the eggs represent the rising fertility of the earth during Easter - as I look outside here - yes there are some signs of fertility.

Heck, I even saw the promising signs of buds on the trees.  I guess the trees weren't told of the snow still on the ground.

Then there is the religious side of Easter, forty days of lent (this year I gave up housecleaning - very difficult to do, but I accomplished it), Good Friday (not sure why it would be good if you are crucified on a cross), and then Easter Monday when Jesus rises from the dead. 

Yes, this man died for our sins. 

As well as a carpenter, this man was a pretty good shepherd (wonder if he used a border collie),  could put out quite a buffet, and was a great babysitter since he loved all the children..

It was said he could walk on water as well. The heathens say it was ice.

So this Easter, when you are doing your celebrations - remember what we are really celebrating about. 

The Week Just Gets Better And Better

Pot stirrers unite! 

There really must be an underground club, much like dog fighting that brings these type of people together-just to watch the pain put onto others.  Perhaps the SPCA should be called out on them.  What they have common is a little mind, a huge big gob, and a very small heart. At least the Grinch changed - but I sure don't hold much hope for some of these morons.  In every walk of life there is someone you know who loves to be the center of attention, loves to tell stories, and loves to watch the fallout from those stories - often with no truth behind it.  They tell stories about individuals even without talking to those involved, and those stories are full of holes.  A poor newpaper reporter they would make.

Then there are the followers, who believe these stories like the chicken who thought the sky was falling. And like the chicken, they are too chicken to talk to that individual to find out the truth, but "fowl-mouthed" enough to keep the entertainment rolling.

In this storm of turmoil, because of the gossip, I was "relieved" of an impending judging assignment.  No explanation was given, even when one was asked for.  Let me tell you, I was not relieved - I was beyond hurt, I thought the sky had fallen. 

Even big wigs believed the stories, even when I had told them the truth of what happened- they too have pulled a plug.  The truth of the matter, the personal business in which all the stories have been about, is no one's business, and has no bearing on how I can judge, or how I can organize a trial. 

In the midst of all this, I have found a few good people - people who won't judge, people who will stand up for me, people who understand.  True friends.  Funny how these people also don't gossip.  Unfortunately, I do believe the membership of this club is quite low.

And for some of those big gobbed people, I sure wouldn't throw stones in the glass houses your living in.  You will step in a lot of glass.

In the midst of this, I mentioned that I sure didn't want to get famous this way - and by the amount of readers from the last blog, I can tell the gossip has gone far and wide and has peaked the interest of many. 

 I guess I am famous.

On the advice of one of my friends, I will hold my head high and trudge forward.  I have done nothing wrong... but I have been wronged.

 



Tasty Tidbits

"Do I have some news for you!" 

We have all heard that opener - someone with something to share of so much importance that it will bust their gut if they don't tell someone.  It could be something celebratory - such as a new impending birth of a family, or an award that someone got. 

But, as human nature as it is, nothing could be better to share that if it has shock value - an accident, a murder, a situation where the authorities are called out.  Really juicy gossip.

As per Wikipedia (and I do hear that all their information is correct), gossip is idle talk or rumor about the personal or private affairs of others. It is one of the oldest and most common means of sharing facts, views and slander. This term is used pejoratively by its reputation for the introduction of errors and variations into the information transmitted, and it also describes idle chat, a rumor of personal, or trivial nature.

We all gossip, some more than others.  I think there is a correlation between the amount one gossips to the amount of time that is on their hands.  Why is it that gossip from individuals who are known to love to stir up things are taken for gospel truth?

I have been in the brunt of gossip at times - some information passed around was most personal, and really nobody's business.  Personal stuff that was difficult to handle within your immediate family, let alone the family of your peers.  Personal stuff that should have remained...personal.

Maybe it started way back when I was a kid, a kid which was picked on....I never wanted to hurt any one's feelings, and I continue to live that way to this day.

If I hear of anything that is inflammatory to somebody, or so unbelievable...I don't spread it.  It is quite likely to be untrue.  And if it was true, who am I to spread the word - only people of faith should be spreading the word - and I haven't gone to church in ages so I am under qualified in this area.  Although, I do remember one of the commandments.

You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.

As per Wikipedia (man I love this site), this commandment came from Proverbs.

There are six things that the LORD hates, seven that are an abomination to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that make haste to run to evil, a false witness who breathes out lies, and one who sows discord among brothers.

Maybe I am God - or at the very least he and I are on the same page.  Wish others would be as well.

The Beat Of More Horseshoes

The following day, I quickly shined my horseshoes and implanted them, and the day started with another calving call. The cow had been calving since the night before, they worked most of the night and the next morning to try to bring the head up to bring the calf out. When the cow was brought, I was told that if it had to be a cesarean, then not to bother, since they always died (and in my mind I thought, well then bring them in sooner then!) The hired man, who I don't believe had seen too many back end of cows in his life, left me to work on her myself to go to the garage. By the time he got back, the whole calf was out, and the cow was waiting to go home - the horseshoe was still working!Unfortunately the horseshoe seemed to lose it's power later the next day. Once again, a calving gone awry - one leg out and a head. The poor heifer had been calving for quite some time, and she was down and unable to get up, and the head of the dead calf was swollen. Knowing that there was going to be a bit of chopping up required, I MacGyvered a fetotome (a tool to help you cut pieces of a calf while protecting the cow) out of a stomach tube and a pipe - duct tape is an amazing piece of equipment in my arsenal! 

  We were able to get the head off, but the heifer was way too small, and I could not push the body back into her to try to get the other leg out - by this time, the poor gal was  in shock and things were not going to end well, even if a cesarean was done. A large dose of tranquilizer was given for her final trip to home - unfortunately the final treatment would be a bullet, with no withdrawal time.

Still my Oscar Myer patient from early on the week was still recuperating, and he was visited by his owner every day - and he was asked about by most of the town people. The little gaffer was quite known in the community, and figured that if he had a sympathy card signed, there would be no room left for me to sign it. I had even called Swift Current for unrelated business and was asked, "How is Loki doing?" Yup, the little dog was known in even the big city.

Finally by the end of the week, Loki was feeling a bit more chipper, and the patient went home.  I picked up my horseshoes and brought them home - another thorough cleaning would have to be done before the next round of excitement of a springtime large animal vet would occur.