This supposedly took place not far from where I lived in Iowa:

In 1928, an exorcism was performed in a convent just north of the peaceful hamlet of Earling. It was one of the last exorcisms officially sanctioned by the Catholic Church. The case was reported in several famous pieces of literature. One is a 48-page booklet called “Begone Satan” by the Rev. Carl Vogl, a witness to the event. The second is a book, “The Devil Rocked Her Cradle,” by David St. Clair. The third is a novel inspired at least partly by this exorcism and one other in Washington, D.C. The book is called “The Exorcist” by William Peter Blatty and it inspired a film of the same title, which is considered to be one of the most frightening horror films ever made.

I hope the Daily Nonpareil will proceed to tell some of the many stories the old timers remember of this time. This is the first time I’ve ever seen anything about it in print. It’s only been word of mouth through the hills of Iowa until now.I’ve never searched out any of those books…it still gives me goosebumps to write about it now.

Now for some present time scarey shit:

For years, Dan Holman has protested outside Iowa abortion clinics, handing out pamphlets with graphic pictures, videotaping doctors and patients, and occasionally scuffling with patrons.Then came the September execution of Paul Hill for the 1994 shotgun murders of an abortion doctor and his bodyguard. Holman stood with a group of Hill supporters outside the prison in Gainesville, Fla., and spoke admiringly of him in interviews with newspapers.”Some day, I hope I will have the courage to be as much a man as he was,” he told The New York Times. “I haven’t killed anyone yet, but I believe they deserve to die,” he told the Orlando Sentinel.Since the courts have put Terri Schiavo on the “No Quality of Life List and Must Die”……why not this guy? Why don’t we continue to define what is not useful to society? Or maybe the other way of thinking: He is just too inconvenient to deal with right now. Convoluted thinking? Really?

Sometimes I think you have to march right in and demand your rights, even if you don’t know what your rights are, or who the person is you’re talking to. Then on the way out, slam the door.

–Jack Handy Deep Thoughts

There is something about this quote that reminds me of how you have to be when dealing with the corporate yahoos. I know absolutely nothing about running a business…but yet somethings are just common sense right?

I don’t have time now for posting the 25,000 word essay going through my brain about my company. It’s a good one too. I’ve been just a little too busy up to my ass wading through the bullshit to get it all down on paper.One thing I have noticed through the years, as you are wading through bullshit, your legs get stronger from the resistant exercise making it easier to jog through the open door without it hitting you in the ass on the way out.The day my bonus check arrives in the mail is the day my 30 day notice goes in. We all have to have goals in life. Februay or March, damn I wish I could remember when that thing comes. I think I have more budget cuts coming in January….arghhh. I can not lose one more person.I. Must. Hold. Out. For. Bonus. Check.

LittleA asked in my comments from this morning’s post “What next?” Hell if I know. I hate what healthcare has become. I’ve either been a director of nursing or consulted as a director of nursing for almost 18 years now. I can’t believe how fast it’s gone.I read an article in the last month sometime in some periodical I receive at work that the average length of stay for a DON is 11 months in extended care facilities. They can’t take the stress. Hell I can’t take the stress.Something started changing about 10 years ago…switching from quality care to the almighty dollar. Things have been declining steadily since.So what I’m going to do, I don’t know. I can go back to consulting, at least I don’t have to stay in one place too long. Clean it up and move out. But I hated living out of airports and hotels. I hear through the grapevine about every 3 months my old boss would like to have me back. I always was a little resentful that she billed me out at $75 an hour, I worked 60…salaried at 40 hours a week. Oh well. Need to negotiate better I guess. I learned off that one.When a door closes another one opens up…I just hope it’s a little less bullshit behind the next door.

It’s 58 degrees out and raining. Since I plan on doing nothing today but chillin and laundry…this is working out great for me. I guess if you had a cookout planned for today…it sucks to be you.My youngest son was born 17 years ago today…on a Labor Day. So it’s only fitting I chill today. We celebrated yesterday with a DQ cake. The first one I ever had…and the last one I will ever have. Yuck. He liked it, I guess that’s all that counts.This is the first time ever he didn’t have a ” I WANT AND I NEED IT GOT TO HAVE IT” on his birthday list. Anyone that has or is a parent of a teenager knows at that point they have crossed the line into “almost adulthood” and it’s secret code for “GIVE ME MONEY”. So that’s what he got along with a package of socks, Reese’s peanut butter cups and Stridex medicated pads. He wasn’t real thrilled with those things…but the check made him smile. At least he is actually still young and sweet enough to read the card before he whooped over the check.Included with the check was “spending money” that I would normally give him if I lived there for the emergency “new jeans” “shoes” “pizza” etc. He is rebuilding a 1981 Firebird ( I think it is) and I told him if he spent any of THAT money on the car – he would die a slow death. I bet he owns a new to him driveshaft with the birthday money by the end of this day and who knows what other greasy smelly parts that make him drool.OK..enough Iowa stuff for now. It’s time to catch up on some blog reading.