My doctor told my dad today that the diabetes medicine he’s been taking is ruining his kidneys. So he’s to stop taking it immediately and they will be prescribing him something different. Nice of us to find this out now. I figure I better start preparing myself financially if it comes to him getting into some serious trouble with his kidneys and those additional medical bills. And then take the time to decide if it comes to that, whether I want to donate one of my kidneys to him.

This is all probably premature, but if I’m not prepared for even the worst circumstances, then it’s just going to bite me in the ass later. I’m extremely hopeful that things will turn out for the better and none of this becomes an issue.

I’ve been thinking about getting a second job. Whether it’s doing web design related stuff, maybe helping out my uncle with his taxidermy stuff. I know he’s pretty behind on mounting heads, and I’d like to learn the trade anyway. And I will probably work at the christmas tree farm like I did two years ago for some extra under-the-table cash. I’m also trying to sell some things on ebay, jewelry and such (will post links later).

My boss is trying to help me set up my new 401k so I can transfer the one from the Vet over and start working on that.

Oh, Rudolph is on CBS. My dads favorite.

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My inspiration and motivation sent me the above email. Just gives me more motivation and inspiration.

I’m plain tuckered out.

Worked on the deer for probably 4-5 hours today. We took him down from where we had him hanging to dry out, and my dad attempted to rig a pulley system on a tree branch to hoist him up with so we could skin him. We finally got the rope over the branch way up in the tree, and my dad attempted to lift the deer while I pulled on the other end. I wasn’t quite strong enough, and received a lot more rope burn on top of yesterday.

Eventually the branch broke which sent the deer flying, along with myself, and I was able to bust my knee open. Always fun. So we said screw that and created a makeshift table with two sawhorses and a piece of plywood. A lot harder to skin this way by hand, but we managed.

After we skinned him and chopped off his head (grotesque, I know), we began to cut him up. Our hacksaw was dull so my father had to use a chainsaw on some pieces, which ended up with him flinging pieces of meat and stuff at me. Thanks dad

While we worked on the deer, our neighbors out back through the woods decided to walk over to get eggs. They’re city folk. I saw them heading our way, but I guess when they saw us hacking away at this poor corpse, they decided to turn around and go back home.

My dad took the pelt and head to my uncles, and I decided to get frostbite on my hands by cleaning all the meat in cold cold COLD water and then bagging it up for freezing.

After all that, I decided I wasn’t in the mood to eat any meat for dinner, so I made a sandwich.

Would it be considered a sin to pretend you’re a new egg customer and wanting to buy eggs, but really all you’re there for is to preach to my father and hand him religious pamplets? Not just any pamplet, but a “Spiritual Birth Certificate” that states on this day, November 26th 2005, Edward received Jesus Christ as his personal savior. Followed by a list of “God’s Blessings now that you’ve received the Lord.”

Compliments of the Church of the Open Door, An Independant Fundamental Baptist Church here in Westminster.

I can’t help but chuckle that when the guy and his son (he brought his son with him?) were standing behind my bronco while all this was going on, which has various bumper stickers about the Goddess and pagan spirituality.

At least I haven’t had these kind of people bother me since the Jehovah’s Witnesses came 2 years ago.

Regardless, my dad showed me the pamplet, I crossed out his name, and wrote around the edges “Freedom of Religion means -all- religions. Judge not, lest ye be judged, Matt 7:1″ and will hand it back to the nice gentleman if he stops by again. Wouldn’t be surprised if he stopped by after church today.

In other news, my father did get a deer yesterday. A nice 2 pointer. He called me up and had me bring the truck over the field to the old abandoned graveyard, which is close to where he got it. We loaded it up and took it to the house to field dress it. It was already gutted of course. We’re going to skin it today, and my uncle is going to tan the pelt for me and mount the head for my dad. I’m probably going to make some deer jerky this week and we’ll freeze the rest of the meat, which should last us for a while. I’m actually considering building myself a smokehouse. A picture to follow, but it’s not for the faint of heart. I’m actually not posting all of them as to not offend some people. But if you’re really interested, just ask

Dads 2 point.

Well, no deer, didn’t see a single one. Just watched squirrels for a few hours making their nests with leaves. It’s weird watching them crawl way up in these trees to the fork where they’ve built a bowl like bundle of leaves to nest in for the winter.

Dad got 4 shots off, but didn’t hit anything. I will probably go out with him after work. If we’re on opposite ends of this one cornfield, we might get one between the two of us.

I’m at work from 11-2 today. Decided to bring Muppet Christmas Carol to work to watch with my cup of hot chocolate and piece of crumb cake. Man I love that movie, it cracks me up. Plus it puts me in that ‘holiday spirit.’ Bought my dad some gifts yesterday, small cheap little things for the house. I also want to get us a new set of towels since right now our towels consist of various colors from over the years, and large holes right in the center.

I’d also like to get him some flannel shirts and t-shirts, and some pants to wear all comfy around the house instead of this big work jeans he wears all the time. He should be as comfortable as possible when at home.

I’d also like to get him a mini-desk for his room, I think I found a nice one that will fit. Since his room is 6×9 foot, it doesn’t have much room, the more I can compact and organize it for him the better.

Dad just left to go hunting out back. I was going to go with him but I couldn’t drag my happy ass out of bed till just as he was leaving. So I’ll just go out by myself in our back woods. The older shotgun we have only shoots about 100 yards anyway. The one my father is using, my grandfather got in the war. It’s an old german mauzer sniper rifle, pretty sweet looking. I made him take his cellphone with him in case he does get one, I can hop in the truck and offroad over there to help bring it back in.

We never did get a deer last year. 1 deer would last us all winter as far as meat, and the pig we got from my uncle is about run out. I think next spring I might get half a cow from one of his cows too.

I put the oldsmobile on ebay yesterday. Within 2 hours I had 2 serious inquiries, 1 of which I exchanged several emails answering questions for him last night. Apparently the Cutlass Supreme is a classic and the “ghetto cruiser.” One of the inquiries was from a collector who asked me the 5th digit of the serial number. Interesting, I guess that gives some sort of validation that it’s a real Cutlass Supreme.

Will be putting a few other things on ebay to help get some extra money for christmas.

My cousin Bryan and his fiance who were over for thanksgiving, apparently bought a house that has a termite contract on it from where I work. Not my particular branch, somewhere up in Pennsylvania. The guy that sold them the house told him it would cost $200 to transfer it into his name, which is a lie because it doesn’t cost anything to transfer to new owners. So I transfered it myself today and told him to tell the previous owner he’s shit outta luck. Sneaky bitches. I hate when people try to swindle you out of money.

Welcome the newest addition to our family, given to us by the Baugher Petting Zoo.

Charlie (click for larger view)

No he’s not dinner. He’s going to be a permanent addition to our farm family here. He decided to greet me on the back porch this morning. Either that or he was checking out the cooking turkey smell.