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Baby Day! Baby Day! Party time! Excellent!

Irish Woman spent yesterday working at an event at the zoo. Girlie Bear and Little Bear are spending the weekend with their mom, and Junior Bear spent the afternoon and evening over at a friend’s house.

So Baby Bear and I had the entire day together!

We played, talked, read, and gibbered at teach other for hours.

Baby Bear likes to dance to “Cat Scratch Fever”, and enjoys playing Super Baby in the front yard.

He also enjoys watching football games with his dad, and falling asleep during the commercials.

Seriously, we had a great time. I know this is my last chance to be daddy to a baby, so I’m making the most of it.

Went to the Doctor

Went to the arthritis doctor this morning. She put me through the usual range of motion exercises/stress positions, and after that I confessed to being the shooter on the grassy knoll. We discussed my general health and progress in treatment.

Overall, I’m in pretty good health. I’ve dropped 8 pounds since the last time I went in, and my blood pressure is good. My cholesterol and glycerides are a tad high, but she says that my medication may be the cause of that.

Of course, my diet isn’t always the best, so an adjustment to that might help.

We discussed adjusting my medication a bit, and then I got a bill of good health.

Overall, I feel OK, but not great. The soreness in the joints is a bit rough sometimes. I take some over the counter pain meds every morning, but it takes an hour or so for it to kick in. The 1/2 mile walk from the car to the desk is done pretty much clean, and sometimes I’m limping by the time I get to the computer.

Not that I’m complaining. There are people I work with who use a cane, or are on crutches because of injuries. One of my co-workers just returned from a successful fight with cancer, and she’s still weak as a kitten. But she still makes the trudge in from the parking lot. I can’t complain because because my joints are sore.

Happy Army Birthday to Me!

I recently went past my 19th Army birthday. If I’d stayed in, I’d be at 365 days and a wake up until retirement. Of course, I’d also be a stranger to Junior Bear, and I wouldn’t be spending much time at all with Little Bear and Girlie Bear, and I would never have met Irish Woman and had Baby Bear.

Tradeoffs, and I think I got a good deal on this one.

Georgia on my mind

OK, it’s a cheezy title, but I’ve been thinking about the conflict between Russia and Georgia a lot lately.

Basically, the Caucasus is a mess created by centuries of migrations, both voluntary and otherwise, and Russification of the people in the area.

When Georgia split from the Soviet Union, it unfortunately also got clumped in with the areas of south Ossetia and Abkhazia. These two areas didn’t think being part of Georgia was such a hot idea, so they’ve been a thorn in the side of Georgian leaders since day one. Russia has been supporting the separatist movements in one way or another since the early 1990’s.

Russia hasn’t been entirely happy with losing Georgia and especially hated the fact that the Georgian leadership wants to align itself with NATO and the west. Georgia was a prize in the Russia/Soviet crown for a long time. It’s a crossroads in the Trans-Caucasus. In the past, it’s sat on several trade routes between the Far East and Europe. Now, it’s a great place to put an oil pipeline.

The pipeline has been an extremely sharp pain for Russia. Russia makes a lot of money from petroleum and natural gas, especially when it’s sold to Europe. It also gives it a lot of clout with the EU and other nations. Russia has played games with supplies of oil and gas to Ukraine when Kiev hasn’t toed the line for Russia. There’s not much to keep them from doing the same thing to Poland, Germany, and France. When people can get petroleum from the Georgian pipeline, they can to some extent ignore Russian displeasure.

So Georgia is a bother to Russia. Georgia has become an ally of the United States and has asked to enter NATO. We’ve been sending aid to Georgia for several years, and their military has gotten training from us and other allies.

Russia has warned Georgia several times to stay hands off militarily in South Ossetia. Maybe Russia wanted the situation to be settled peacefully, or maybe they didn’t want their proxy/client to be crushed.

Georgia started feeling froggy a few weeks ago and decided to take a poke at the South Ossetian separatists. Russia reacted and reacted but good.

Basically, Russia sent in enough tanks, artillery, missiles, and infantry to totally overwhelm the Georgians. No matter how well supplied and trained they might have been, the Georgians were overrun in a few days. The Russians stopped by choice, not because they were forced to by a Georgian defense.

Not to say that the Georgians didn’t put up a good fight. Apparently their anti-tank teams were really effective against the Russian armor, and they knocked down several Russian aircraft.

So today the situation is that Russian troops are occupying about half of Georgia, with a vague promise to withdraw from Russian president Medvedev. The West is demanding that Russia get out of Georgia immediately, but I won’t hold my breath.

Here’s my take on this whole sad situation:

  1. Noone should be surprised that Russia went after Georgia. Putin and Medvedev have been making lots of noise about re-establishing some semblence of the old Soviet empire for years. Georgia was just the first public example of the new imperial ambition.
  2. While Georgia put up a good fight, some strategic mistakes were made. Georgia is a very mountainous region. Bridges, tunnels, and roads should have been destroyed every chance they got. This would have slowed down the Russians quite a bit, and funneled their forces into areas where Georgian forces could have fought them with some level of equality.
  3. The West should punish Russia severely for this incident. Ideas? How about not selling them food this year? How about not buying oil from them for a while? Maybe not giving the Russian navy port priveleges anywhere in Western Europe, Japan, Korea, North America, or Australia? Telling Aeroflot they can’t fly in these areas? And last but not least, get Russia the heck out of the Group of 8 and make it the Group of 7 again?
  4. Georgia should be welcomed with open arms into NATO. NATO troops from countries that benefit from the pipelines should be stationed there, even if they’re only trainers and logistics troops. Sure, they’re a tripwire, but it might be enough of a deterrent to Medvedev.
  5. The reaction to the war was pretty uneven in the US. Most people barely noticed the headlines or reports on TV. Michael Phelps got more ink than the invasion of a sovereign country by its large neighbor. The political candidates of course commented, and McCain came out as strong and Obama wanted to get everyone together for a group hug and smores.

For the future, I see the Russians slowly withdrawing out of most of Georgia, but staying in South Ossetia. I wouldn’t be surprised if some land in Georgia proper was kept in order to keep Russian missiles and artillery in close proximity to critical infrastructure such as ports, pipelines, and airports. Georgia will hopefully re-build her military with effective equipment and train them to fight a much bigger foe and inflict maximum damage. The Georgian Navy and Air Force will need complete re-building, as well as their armored forces. We will hopefully support them and provide as much aid as Georgia can accept.

Goin’ Huntin’

Sent in my application for the Fort Knox hunt this morning. Two of my friends and I go out every year for a weekend in the woods. This is a draw hunt, so it’s in addition to the normal hunting seasons.

I love going out to Fort Knox to hunt because it’s some of the prettiest land in the area. The areas we’ve been assigned to are basically woods and hills that haven’t been disturbed in any meaningful manner since the 1940’s. We’re talking oaks as tall as 5 story building, gently rolling hills, and clear cold streams.

So far, I haven’t gotten a deer out there. I know they’re in the area, because we see their bedding down areas and tracks, but no luck so far. Lots of other critters show their faces. We’ve encountered foxes, a coyote or two, and squirrels the size of small dogs.

Mostly, I go out to get away from the noise. It’s always perfectly quiet in our area. No traffic, no phones, nothing.

So, here’s hoping we get drawn for the hunt. We normally get drawn to go in late November or early December, so it’s kinda frosty.

Thoughts on Family

I’ve been emailing back and forth with an old friend a lot the past couple of days, and she’s been asking some pointed questions about my family. And of course that got me thinking.

You see, I have what most people would consider an unconventional family. When Irish Woman and I described it to our pastor, he called it “biblical”, because noone in the Bible had 2.5 children and a nuclear family.

Some details:

I’m married to the Irish woman, but she’s not my first wife.

I got married to Junior Bear’s mother when I was young and foolish. We stuck it out for a few years, but it didn’t work. I did however, get a great son and a taste for Asian food out of that.

I married Little Bear and Girlie Bear’s mom when I was getting over Junior Bear’s mother. Here’s a hint: Never get married on the rebound.

That being said, I don’t regret marrying either of these two women because they gave me three wonderful children.

Little Bear was in utero when I met his mom, but I’ve raised him as a son since he was born, and he is my son in every way except biology. I never asked about how he was made, and when he found out about the situation, it didn’t change a thing between us.

I don’t differentiate at all between the kids as to who comes from whom, or who’s related to who in which way. We’re all family, they’re all my sons and daughter, and they’re all brothers and sisters. For the most part, the kids don’t make any distinctions either way.

Of course, the ex-wives love their children. But the Irish Woman loves the whole brood.

I am the oldest of 5 brothers and sisters. I’m only in contact with one of my brothers at the moment.

My mother gave me an ultimatum over the first wife, either she goes or the rest of the family goes. I stuck with my wife and child, for good or bad.

When my mother died, I got back in touch with my brothers and sisters, but made it very clear that I wasn’t interested in a continuing role in the family drama. Unfortunately, my two sisters and one of my brothers chose for some reason to not accept that. So, I keep my distance, but I’m not hiding. It’s not hard to get in touch with me if you want to, and the rules for being a part of my life are pretty clear: play nice, or take your ball and go home.

Moving beyond all of that, I have a really large extended family made up of people who have touched my life throughout the years.

My oldest friend is as close to me as my brother, and she keeps me honest by dancing around and pointing out hypocracy or muddled thinking.

I have brothers and sisters around the world from my time in the military, and although we don’t talk all that often sometimes, they’re always in my thoughts and prayers.

My kids, wife, and I have been adopted by several other families as one of their own, and we have a great time with them at every step.

There’s the Hoosiers, of course. Hoosier Mom and Dad adopted the Irish Woman when she was a teenager, and have always been there for her. I met them and their family at the yearly Hoosier Roundup, and Little Bear and Girlie Bear were calling them Grandma and Grandpa by the end of the first day. The rest of the Hoosiers are the big, noisy, loving family that I remember from my family in North Dakota when I was very young, and they just threw us into the mix with the rest of the kids and their kids. Everyone is Aunt that or Uncle this.

We also have another set of adopted grandparents that the kids call Mammaw and Papaw. They are the parents of Little Bear and Girlie Bear’s godmother, and they consider us as much family as we consider them.

So, the point of this rambling is:

  1. No relationship, including blood, is worth your sanity. If they can’t treat you right, they don’t deserve the privelege of being a part of your life.
  2. Genetics doesn’t make a family. I love Little Bear no matter who his biological father is. I’m his dad. Hoosier Mom and Dad have loved and cared for Irish Woman for decades, and didn’t bat an eye when we asked Hoosier Dad to walk her down the aisle.

So, enough with the emotional stuff. I’m going back to being snarky for a while.

Busy Busy Busy

Went pretty much non-stop this weekend. Junior Bear was downtown at a comics/science fiction gathering at the main branch of the library on Saturday. Irish Woman and I took Baby Bear back out to Gallreins and the farmer’s market. More corn was acquired, processed, and put up.

Did the normal weekend house cleaning while Irish Woman did the lawn and worked on the smaller pond again. The leak she patched was apparently not the only one, so she decided to put down another entire liner.

Sunday was spent doing more house work and going to the movies. Girlie Bear was with her mom this weekend, and I retrieved her last night only to find that she had a bruised/squashed toe on her foot. I splinted it against her big toe last night, and we’ll be going to the doctor this afternoon to find out how bad it really is. I suspect it’s just a bad bruising, but want to be sure nothing’s actually broken.

I got broadheads for hunting the other week, so I think I might try them out tonight or tomorrow night. Got to get zeroed in with them. Only 3 weeks to bowhunting season!

And of course, I watched my fair share of football.

The Dark Knight

Junior Bear and I went to go see The Dark Knight last night. I was very impressed by the movie. As everyone else is raving, Heath Ledger did a phenomenal job as the Joker. Of course the special effects were outstanding, and the plot kept me tensed up until the closing credits. I actually had a slight tension headache when I left the theater. Junior Bear did complain that the explosions and gunfire were a bit too loud, but they were about as loud as I would expect them to be in a real situation.

If you’ve not seen the movie, there are a couple of spoilers in the following!!!!

I was really proud of Junior Bear to pick up on how the director spent the entire moving contrasting Harvey Dent with Batman. He specifically commented how in the beginning of the movie, Dent took the fall for Batman, and in the end, Batman took the fall to protect Dent’s reputation. Dent was continually depicted as a “white knight” and Batman as the “dark knight”.

Overall, I’d recommend this movie to any adult, but leave the young kids at home. Junior Bear is 16, and that’s about as young as someone can be and still understand how the violence is part of the plot, and not just revel in the violence for its own sake.

10 percent rule

I have a rule, and that’s that I have to be 10 percent smarter than the technology I’m using.

Apparently not everyone follows the same advice.

A convoy of tourists in southern Utah were trying to get to the Grand Canyon using the back roads. By back roads, I mean the semi-paved goat trails that criss cross that area. It’s not a place where I would travel without a lot of extra food and water if I was camping with my buddies, much less with children along.

Apparently some fool had a GPS, noone had a good map or compass, and they drove aimlessly out in the desert for hours, with children, in vehicles that couldn’t handle the terrain properly.

Thankfully someone saw the cliff before they drove over it.

A GPS is only good at telling you where you are, and possibly what direction you are moving in. The maps on the best commercial GPS are outdated and not very detailed. The route they choose from point A to point B is usually not the best route to take. Abd they don’t take into account weather or light conditions.

Only a fool blindly follows a GPS in terrain he’s not familiar with. If you follow the directions on a GPS without taking into account road conditions, weather, and your vehicles’ ability to actually get over the terrain, you are surrendering that precious 10 percent to a very dumb machine.

Okay people, here’s the deal:

You don’t drive through the open desert or any other wild terrain in vehicles that can’t handle the worst possible terrain and can’t get themselves out of being stuck.

You always bring along enough food and water to keep everyone alive for at least a couple of days.

You don’t go trekking over the back country with small children and babies. If you’ve got kids with you, you stick to well-marked, driveable roads, preferably ones made of concrete or blacktop.

And finally, you always have maps of the area you’re in, mark your route on them, and have a compass with you so you can figure out where the heck you are if you get lost

Poor Tourists

First, I’d be happy that I survived a mid-air emergency and thankful that the pilot had the good judgement and skills to get us back to LAX.

Then, I’d be pissed that I was back in Los Angeles.