One Crazy Evening

It started out like any other evening, but then things changed. I had been left home with the girls and Kris went to aerobics. When she came home through the door, she said, "We have Company." It was a little 7 year old neighborhood boy. She had found him crying on the corner. He said that he had been left all by himself with no supper. He was beside himself and scared.
I cooked him a grilled cheese sandwich and the plan was that I would take a note down to his house informing his parents where he was. He went with me. On the way, I had a bad feeling that this was a straight up not good situation. When we got there, lights were on, I could hear the television, but when I yelled, no one answered. Then some boys across the street yelled that Terry could stay with them. He and I walked over there. I talked to their mother and she informed me that she had been taking care of Terry for the past several nights. Unsolicited. I left Terry there and walked back home. Still worried, I called my Dad who is the Middle School guidance counselor. The more I talked with him, the more serious the situation came to seem. A 7 year old, left all by himself. I finally decided that, and he agreed, that I need to call the police. I didn't want to have the police show up at the neighbors who had him, so I walked down there, talked some more with her. She agreed that I should call Children's services, and so I took Terry back with me to our house again and called the police. They came and I went with him to the station. I ended up giving my story to the Child services worker who came about a half hour later. At the end, I could hear his parents yelling in the lobby that they had a right to their kid, and telling their story. Apparently, he had been left with his two older brothers who had then ditched him. They also said that they had talked to the neighbor who had taken care of him over the weekend it that it was OK that he stay with her. The officer with us in the back said that I had better leave through the back door. He also said that I had done the right thing. No matter what the problem was this evening, this family needed child services to be watching things.
So now, I'm pretty sure we have some neighbors upset with us. Although looking back I'm not sure that there is anything that I would have done differently. I may go down to his house in the next couple of days and try to talk to his parents, but I feel quite a bit nervous about that. Please pray that they are understanding. Also pray that this little guys situation would improve. His life seems to have been totally wretched.

My Staticy Children

What fun you can have with a red Blanket.

Blast from the past

If you ever loved the show Animaniacs, THIS is a classic.

Ouch.

My back hurts. Not specifically my back, but my lower right hand side in my back right above my gluteous maximus. The pain sometimes spreads to the front. It is very similar to when I hurt my self when I went camping 5-6 months ago. Except I can't figure out when it happened. Saturday morning it just started to hurt. The hypochondriac in me is pretty sure I'm going to die in the next couple of days. The macho tough guy in me is going to go work as usual and assume that it will go away. We'll see which one is right. I don't really have a whole lot to say, mostly because it is hurting to sit here, but welcome to my brother and sister in law who have just gotten a blog of their very own.

Here it is.

Why Ryan is in Radio.

This photo (compliments of Andrew Sharp) is one good reason why Ryan is in Radio instead of TV. My wonderful photogenicness. The second photo is why Glory may follow me in my profession.

Another reason why Ryan is in Radio is that I really like making things like this.

Oh and here is proof that Glory is actually cute.

What! I have a Blog?!!!

You would think that I had forgotten about this little page of mine. Frankly, I'm busier than I have been in a long time. At least it feels that way. I'm tired today too, since I had to go in and do the morning show at WEEC this morning. I'm not looking forward to doing it again tomorrow. At least the getting up part. The morning show is kind off fun, and I can then come home by two. The show starts at 6 and I feel I need to be there by 5 to be acclimated enough by 6 to do a decent job. We live 35 minutes from the station, so yep, that's getting up at 4. I don't think I would have minded it so much except I woke up at 2 and then couldn't sleep till 4, just anxious about the day and show. To make things fun for tomorrow morning, we have a winter storm blowing through tonight. Hopefully it wont take me too long to get to work.

If you know of Matthew Wolfer, please remember to be praying for him. You can check on his progress here, but you have to go through a lengthy registration process.

And now, some levity. Since we don't have a Van De Graff generator lying around, I found the next best thing.