Well, we made it home from a very wonderful vacation that included a special visit with family in Colorado. We got to meet some very special new family members. Our cub and his wife treated us like royalty. They should be careful, that makes people want to come back too often. Good food, good company, beautiful birthday cake for the Alien and too much more to mention. Thanks again to all of you precious ones.
We sure enjoyed Yellowstone. Our first attempt at watching Old Faithful didn't work out as it was so "blooming" cold that we decided to wait until the next day. This was a good decision since it was much warmer and no wind. However, there was one man that missed seeing the geyser go off as he was so taken with the little furry boys in their stroller. That was so weird, we had people stopping us and asking to take pictures of them. Of course, the Alien was beaming.
It was cold though and at our cabin at the Flagg Resort snow was piled up extremely high. The Alien and our cub still managed to walk down to the Snake River to pick up some rocks. She seems to be catching that bug from her Mom. While others are wanting to go to malls and movies, she and I are out searching for rocks. My only problem is the ones that I like the most are those that would take a "front end loader" to pick up. There were only two things we had wanted to do that the weather prevented though and that was we didn't get to float down the river or ride horses because of the cold and snow.
We have two young ladies spending the night with us tomorrow night. They are with a youth group from Houston that are visiting our church on a mission trip to the midwest. Our cub goes on her mission trip in July. I think she is nervous about being away from home but we feel it will be good for her.
Sunday is my day to do refreshments for our Sunday School Class. We have a very relaxed atmosphere. We go into our classroom, get coffee and which ever treats have been provided, then start our lesson. It is so enriching to have such a relaxed fellowship.
You know I have been thinking how divorces could be dealt with without all the ugliness, sadness, people taking sides, etc and I have come up with a solution. I wish I had thought of this when I was going through mine. It would have saved a lot of people (and me) a lot of grief.
When a couple has reached the point of no return (and it should not matter who did what) the law should require them to do the following: They should be taken to a small uninhabited island (except for a mediator living in the middle) and left there with one living on one side and the other on the other side. Once a day, they would have to meet in the middle with a mediator and hash things out. The wounded party (as they see it) could rant and rave, throw sand, cry scream and whatever it took to get it out of his/her system. The only requirement would be that the mediator make sure there was a fair and equitable division of the STUFF!!!!! Have you ever noticed how important "STUFF" becomes? I don't think anyone is that materialistic but it seems to be used as a punishment tool.
Then, they would have to meditate until they came to the conclusion that it didn't matter whose fault the divorce was. They were just as divorced no matter what. Next step was that they had to be able to come to the conclusion that it was not the end of the world but use it as an opportunity for a growing and learning experience. When they got to this point, they could re-join society and would be able to integrate back into life without all the bitterness and resentment.
The cub enjoyed getting to walk the "yellow brick" road. The funny part of this though is that as she gets older she will look back and that walk will become more special. Life is often like that when we don't realize how fortunate we are to be given each day.
The Alien has got the solar panels installed and hooked up so I am just waiting for the temperature to get a little warmer in the pool and then in I go.
Have lots of potential assistance in the works for the cub that needs a place to live and be as independent as possible. Hopefully something will turn up but in the meantime his older sibling is taking him in to live with him in his new rental unit. It is close to us so I can help out if the cub goes back on the road. Lots of things pending right now.
Not to worry, God will handle it. On that note, we are sending our love.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
"Things that are puzzling to me"
Don't panic, I promise not to list them all. This morning as I sat on the patio enjoying my coffee, I was pondering the house on the hill. For those of you familiar with me, you will know that has been a sore spot since they built there and took away the cows. Anyway, it is indeed a beautiful spot with a tremendous view. Oh if only they had put windows in the house so they could see the view. The windows are tiny, tiny. Then this morning I noticed that they have planted a big tree right in the middle of the front of the house. Now all of this has lead me to believe that I was mistaken when I thought they built on the hill for the view. Could it be that they just wanted some convenient way to push start their car? Could it be for an excuse not to go to work if we have ice? Oh well, I have given that enough of my time.
Now we shall think about hummingbirds. They are amazing little critters. So very graceful and fly so fast that if one were a coveter they might be tempted to envy the little birds. Now for the puzzling part, I have not been able to figure out why they are so territorial. If you had an acre filled with feeders one bird would decide they were the sole owner and user of it. I tried a little experiment this week. I spread out the feeders all around the deck by the pool and in one feeder I made the nectar twice as sweet. I thought that might make the bird stay there in fear of leaving it and someone else getting it. That would leave the other two feeders available for the less aggressive ones. Wrong, sure he or she guards that one but also the others as well. Still working on my next strategy.
Next puzzler is why after almost 70 years haven't I figured out the size of my tummy (how much it will hold) I can obviously see the outside of it since it is very prominent these days. Anyway, one of the cubs and spouse sent me money for mother's day (which they are not supposed to do) so I decided to put it to good use and eat at this neat restaurant called Pete's Place. As usual, I had to ask for a doggy bag. Then we had to figure out how to stay awake for the 60 mile drive home.
The next puzzle I have to give immediate attention to is how I am going to get my work done if I sat at this computer all day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now we shall think about hummingbirds. They are amazing little critters. So very graceful and fly so fast that if one were a coveter they might be tempted to envy the little birds. Now for the puzzling part, I have not been able to figure out why they are so territorial. If you had an acre filled with feeders one bird would decide they were the sole owner and user of it. I tried a little experiment this week. I spread out the feeders all around the deck by the pool and in one feeder I made the nectar twice as sweet. I thought that might make the bird stay there in fear of leaving it and someone else getting it. That would leave the other two feeders available for the less aggressive ones. Wrong, sure he or she guards that one but also the others as well. Still working on my next strategy.
Next puzzler is why after almost 70 years haven't I figured out the size of my tummy (how much it will hold) I can obviously see the outside of it since it is very prominent these days. Anyway, one of the cubs and spouse sent me money for mother's day (which they are not supposed to do) so I decided to put it to good use and eat at this neat restaurant called Pete's Place. As usual, I had to ask for a doggy bag. Then we had to figure out how to stay awake for the 60 mile drive home.
The next puzzle I have to give immediate attention to is how I am going to get my work done if I sat at this computer all day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Helpful tidbits for a cell phone user
5 Things You May Not Know Your Cell Phone Can Do
For all the folks with cell phones. (This should be printed and
kept in your car, purse, and wallet. Good information to have with
you.)
There are a few things that can be done in times of grave
emergencies.
Your mobile phone can actually be a life saver or an emergency
tool for survival. Check out the things that you can do with it:
FIRST
Emergency
The Emergency Number worldwide for Mobile is 112. If you find
yourself out of the coverage area of your mobile network and there
is an emergency, dial 112 and the mobile will search any existing
network to establish the emergency number for you, and
interestingly, this number 112 can be dialed even if the keypad is
locked. Try it out.
SECOND
Have you locked your keys in the car?
Does your car have remote keyless entry? This may come in handy
someday. Good reason to own a cell phone: If you lock your keys In
the car and the spare keys are at home, call someone at home on
their cell phone from your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about
a foot from your car door and have the person at your home press
the unlock button, holding it near the mobile phone on their end.
Your car will unlock. Saves someone from having to drive your keys
to you. Distance is no object. You could be hundreds of miles away,
and if you can reach someone who has the other 'remote' for your
car, you can unlock the doors (or the trunk).
THIRD
Hidden Battery Power
Imagine your cell battery is very low. To activate, press the
keys *3370#. Your cell phone will restart with this reserve and
the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve
will get charged when you charge your cell phone next time.
FOURTH
How to disable a STOLEN mobile phone?
To check your Mobile phone's serial number, key in the following
Digits on your phone: *#06#. A 15-digit code will appear on the
screen. This number is unique to your handset. Write it down and
keep it somewhere safe.
If your phone gets stolen, you can phone your service provider
and give them this code. They will then be able to block your
handset so even if the thief changes the SIM card, your phone will
be totally useless. You probably won't get your phone back, but at
least you know that whoever stole it can't use/sell it either. If
everybody does this, there would be no point in people stealing
mobile phones.
And Finally.
FIFTH
Free Directory Service for Cells
Cell phone companies are charging us $1.00 to $1.75 or more for
411 information calls when they don't have to. Most of us do not
carry a telephone directory in our vehicle, which makes this
situation even more of a problem. When you need to use the 411
information option, simply dial: (800)FREE411, or (800) 373-3411
without incurring any charge at all. Program this into your cell
phone now.
If you already have this information hooray, just play like you didn't get this, lol.
For all the folks with cell phones. (This should be printed and
kept in your car, purse, and wallet. Good information to have with
you.)
There are a few things that can be done in times of grave
emergencies.
Your mobile phone can actually be a life saver or an emergency
tool for survival. Check out the things that you can do with it:
FIRST
Emergency
The Emergency Number worldwide for Mobile is 112. If you find
yourself out of the coverage area of your mobile network and there
is an emergency, dial 112 and the mobile will search any existing
network to establish the emergency number for you, and
interestingly, this number 112 can be dialed even if the keypad is
locked. Try it out.
SECOND
Have you locked your keys in the car?
Does your car have remote keyless entry? This may come in handy
someday. Good reason to own a cell phone: If you lock your keys In
the car and the spare keys are at home, call someone at home on
their cell phone from your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about
a foot from your car door and have the person at your home press
the unlock button, holding it near the mobile phone on their end.
Your car will unlock. Saves someone from having to drive your keys
to you. Distance is no object. You could be hundreds of miles away,
and if you can reach someone who has the other 'remote' for your
car, you can unlock the doors (or the trunk).
THIRD
Hidden Battery Power
Imagine your cell battery is very low. To activate, press the
keys *3370#. Your cell phone will restart with this reserve and
the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve
will get charged when you charge your cell phone next time.
FOURTH
How to disable a STOLEN mobile phone?
To check your Mobile phone's serial number, key in the following
Digits on your phone: *#06#. A 15-digit code will appear on the
screen. This number is unique to your handset. Write it down and
keep it somewhere safe.
If your phone gets stolen, you can phone your service provider
and give them this code. They will then be able to block your
handset so even if the thief changes the SIM card, your phone will
be totally useless. You probably won't get your phone back, but at
least you know that whoever stole it can't use/sell it either. If
everybody does this, there would be no point in people stealing
mobile phones.
And Finally.
FIFTH
Free Directory Service for Cells
Cell phone companies are charging us $1.00 to $1.75 or more for
411 information calls when they don't have to. Most of us do not
carry a telephone directory in our vehicle, which makes this
situation even more of a problem. When you need to use the 411
information option, simply dial: (800)FREE411, or (800) 373-3411
without incurring any charge at all. Program this into your cell
phone now.
If you already have this information hooray, just play like you didn't get this, lol.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
"Impress your Doctor"
Have you ever been tempted to try to impress your doctor? Well, of all my ambitions, that is not one of mine. However, it would probably be a futile endeavor after the impression I made on mine yesterday. The Alien took me to Tulsa for the annual "ticker" checkup. This young whippersnapper decided that I was not resting well at night so he said, "I am bringing G in for some questions and you have to grant him immunity for any answer he gives me". Then, he began asking lots of NOSY questions such as do I snore, (no), do I quit breathing at times (yes) etc etc. Finally, it became my turn and he started asking me questions. He ask such things as do you fall asleep sitting in your chair, etc. Now, I realize I should have told him that this appointment was right in the middle of my daily nap time but just don't feel like sharing EVERYTHING with him. As it turns out, I didn't have to. All of a sudden, G was shaking my arm and when I awoke both he and the doctor were just cracking up laughing. It seems right in the middle of the answer, I shut my eyes and "mouth" and went to sleep. It is totally his fault. I have always been bored stiff to talk about my ailments. You add that to me missing my nap and it is totally understandable that I would react in that manner.
My vacation list is growing steadily. It now covers most of an erasable board. Its not that I will be doing that much but just find it easier to write it all down hee hee.
My vacation list is growing steadily. It now covers most of an erasable board. Its not that I will be doing that much but just find it easier to write it all down hee hee.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
"WHY MOTHERS CRY"
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
'Because I'm a woman,' she told him
'I don't understand,' he said. His Mom
just hugged him and said, 'And you never will.
Later the little boy asked his father,
'Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed.
This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.
"You see my son, said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
"Nothing of Substance"
Nothing important to say here just some rumblings from the cave. We have been extraordinarily busy these past few days. The Alien is putting in overtime at work due to a massive remodeling project. Our small group (from Church) has also been pretty active. Tonight, we serve chili dogs, frito pie, dessert and drinks at the Compassion Outreach Clinic. This is their regular night to dispense medication, provide a light meal and just visit with members of our community to see if we can be of service in anyway. Our Cub and her youth group cleaned the yard of one of our elderly members last Sunday afternoon. She should have been a blond. When we took her to meet her group, she mentioned that her gloves were both for her right hand. No problem she said, she would just wear one backwards.
Last Saturday, the Alien was working outside and I was excited when I saw him till up the flower bed in the front of the house. (Not my critter one) When I went out to check to see if it was ready for me to plant flowers, I noticed there was a rock right in the middle separating it. I was then told that the other half already had radishes planted in it. It seems one of the furry boys likes to garden and that prevented the radishes being planted in the back.
My older sibling and her spouse continue to be a source of entertainment. She gets up in the mornings and dispenses his pills, of which there are many, and he just takes them. She starts out with the fluid pill. The other day after she had not given it to him, he inquired about it and she said, "I gave it to you". Well you guessed it, she got it out and then mistakenly took it herself. Her spouse always the entrepreneur says well since you have lost 15 lbs today I could just market that as a diet pill and we could make lots of money. She failed to find the humor in that after spending most of the day in the bathroom.
I am so totally disgusted at some people's nerve. For years now, my Panacea was sitting on the patio, drinking my coffee and watching the cows in the pasture on the hill. As luck would have it, some nut decided to build a house there. Now if they were building there for a wonderful view it would be different. But no, they don't even have windows to see the view (well maybe a little one or two) but not enough to compensate me losing my view. I can't for the life of me figure out why someone would build on a hill and then not put in windows. This house literally has no windows on either side or the back. Just four little ones in the front.
We are sooooo looking forward to our vacation. Our reservations are all made and now all I have left is getting my van ready. You know, new tires, etc etc
Casper had blood work done in OK City last week to find out what he is allergic to. We don't have the results back yet. We took him to a vet dermatologist. Don't know if there is a medication to give him if he is allergic to the frustration from his younger furry sibling, hee hee
Well its on to Walmart for me (my least favorite place). The Alien is out of tea, need wieners, we are furnishing 60 hot dogs tonight plus I have to buy a wedding gift for some friends' son. God Bless
Last Saturday, the Alien was working outside and I was excited when I saw him till up the flower bed in the front of the house. (Not my critter one) When I went out to check to see if it was ready for me to plant flowers, I noticed there was a rock right in the middle separating it. I was then told that the other half already had radishes planted in it. It seems one of the furry boys likes to garden and that prevented the radishes being planted in the back.
My older sibling and her spouse continue to be a source of entertainment. She gets up in the mornings and dispenses his pills, of which there are many, and he just takes them. She starts out with the fluid pill. The other day after she had not given it to him, he inquired about it and she said, "I gave it to you". Well you guessed it, she got it out and then mistakenly took it herself. Her spouse always the entrepreneur says well since you have lost 15 lbs today I could just market that as a diet pill and we could make lots of money. She failed to find the humor in that after spending most of the day in the bathroom.
I am so totally disgusted at some people's nerve. For years now, my Panacea was sitting on the patio, drinking my coffee and watching the cows in the pasture on the hill. As luck would have it, some nut decided to build a house there. Now if they were building there for a wonderful view it would be different. But no, they don't even have windows to see the view (well maybe a little one or two) but not enough to compensate me losing my view. I can't for the life of me figure out why someone would build on a hill and then not put in windows. This house literally has no windows on either side or the back. Just four little ones in the front.
We are sooooo looking forward to our vacation. Our reservations are all made and now all I have left is getting my van ready. You know, new tires, etc etc
Casper had blood work done in OK City last week to find out what he is allergic to. We don't have the results back yet. We took him to a vet dermatologist. Don't know if there is a medication to give him if he is allergic to the frustration from his younger furry sibling, hee hee
Well its on to Walmart for me (my least favorite place). The Alien is out of tea, need wieners, we are furnishing 60 hot dogs tonight plus I have to buy a wedding gift for some friends' son. God Bless
Thursday, April 03, 2008
"Divine Intervention"
For all those nay sayers, just don't read this blog! Or maybe, you should read it and then you might see a higher power.
This is a weird story. Since 2004, I have suffered with stomach/digestion problems. In 2004, I had a scope done by a surgeon to check for Gerd. After the procedure, he came into the recovery room and told my husband and me that everything went well and I didn't have any problem.
Well, a few weeks ago I ask the Alien to get my medical records from the local hospital for the period from 1/2007 through 12/2007 so I could take them to the cardiologist with me for my checkup. Hospital personnel put them in a brown envelope and for some reason, I took them out and was looking through them.
Now this is where the intervention comes in. Mixed in with the 2007 reports was one sheet of paper that was my post operative report on the scope done in 2004. There was just the one sheet of paper from 2004 reports. When I read this report, I was absolutely stunned. The report revealed that not only did I have Gerd, but I also had a hiatal hernia with a supradiaphragmatic component along with my esophagitis.
Now, I admit that I didn't know how to process this information. I had begun to think all my problems were in my "head" and it was a relief to find that there was a reason for them. Next, I became angry that I had suffered for four years with this after being told nothing was wrong.
I guess the moral of this story is doctors are not infallible and as patients we have the right to our medical records. This is an encouragement to all to occasionally check their records to make sure nothing has been missed.
I totally believe divine intervention caused this one lone page to be included with my reports. There is just no other logical explanation. Had it just been done in the year prior, it might have been close but four years?????
I am constantly awed at God's presence in my life.
This is a weird story. Since 2004, I have suffered with stomach/digestion problems. In 2004, I had a scope done by a surgeon to check for Gerd. After the procedure, he came into the recovery room and told my husband and me that everything went well and I didn't have any problem.
Well, a few weeks ago I ask the Alien to get my medical records from the local hospital for the period from 1/2007 through 12/2007 so I could take them to the cardiologist with me for my checkup. Hospital personnel put them in a brown envelope and for some reason, I took them out and was looking through them.
Now this is where the intervention comes in. Mixed in with the 2007 reports was one sheet of paper that was my post operative report on the scope done in 2004. There was just the one sheet of paper from 2004 reports. When I read this report, I was absolutely stunned. The report revealed that not only did I have Gerd, but I also had a hiatal hernia with a supradiaphragmatic component along with my esophagitis.
Now, I admit that I didn't know how to process this information. I had begun to think all my problems were in my "head" and it was a relief to find that there was a reason for them. Next, I became angry that I had suffered for four years with this after being told nothing was wrong.
I guess the moral of this story is doctors are not infallible and as patients we have the right to our medical records. This is an encouragement to all to occasionally check their records to make sure nothing has been missed.
I totally believe divine intervention caused this one lone page to be included with my reports. There is just no other logical explanation. Had it just been done in the year prior, it might have been close but four years?????
I am constantly awed at God's presence in my life.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
"Comings and Goings"
Is the title grammatically correct? Probably not. Oh well, I am just writing to give an update on things at the home front. It is hard to believe that the weekend is already almost over. We have sure had some enjoyable times over the last few days and well yes, maybe, some not so enjoyable.
On Friday, I snuggled down in my easy chair about 1 pm for my usual daily nap. Now all the cubs have learned this is Mama Bear's naptime and she gets real cranky if awakened. Well as luck would have it, the Alien got so excited that he was getting off a couple of hours early to start our fun night planned that he called me and sure enough he woke me up. I tried to remember that I was not really in hibernation so it was okay not to get to finish my nap.
Anyway, the Alien came home and we loaded our cub in the van and started to the University to pick up a cubette that was going to attend the baseball game with us. We got him and started on our way. We got to the ballpark and decided to eat at Zios. They told us it would be a 20 minute wait unless we sat at the counter. We all really wanted to sit at the counter. How fun!! I had forgotten just how nice it was to be able to wiggle around on your stool, watch everything going on where the food was prepared and man the service is phenomenal . Our server was such a delightful energetic young lady. Anyway, we all ate until we "hurt".
Then on to the ballpark. Our Texas Rangers were playing the Chicago White Socks at our farm team park. As we are all avid baseball fans, this was better than Xmas (almost). We didn't let the cold weather bother us. So what if the wind was blowing really hard and the temperature had dropped "way down" we were determined to watch our team. Our cub discovered that when it is cold, it is not real wise to eat dip and dots. The cubette decided that he could still pack in the infamous "ballpark hotdog".
Well we made it to the middle of the 7th inning and finally admitted that we were not as determined as we thought!!! It still was fun and we had a blast.
Well, all the bunnies are back in the shed. For the cub that thought we had gone over the edge and got more live animals, I had to confess to him that these were not the eating and feeding kind. Frosty tried to help us and he managed to "eat two bunnies" at least he succeeded in tearing them into little pieces. I guess he didn't want me to have so much packing to do.
The furry ones are doing fine. Casper has to go to Tulsa to a vet dermatologist on the 22nd for his allergies. Hopefully, we can find out what gives him rashes. I hope to go to my cardiologist the same day.
B is doing quite well considering he had a person "posing" as a surgeon doing his pacemaker implants (the first two times). Then B fired him and got a really good one to do the job and so far he is doing well.
Well until next time.
On Friday, I snuggled down in my easy chair about 1 pm for my usual daily nap. Now all the cubs have learned this is Mama Bear's naptime and she gets real cranky if awakened. Well as luck would have it, the Alien got so excited that he was getting off a couple of hours early to start our fun night planned that he called me and sure enough he woke me up. I tried to remember that I was not really in hibernation so it was okay not to get to finish my nap.
Anyway, the Alien came home and we loaded our cub in the van and started to the University to pick up a cubette that was going to attend the baseball game with us. We got him and started on our way. We got to the ballpark and decided to eat at Zios. They told us it would be a 20 minute wait unless we sat at the counter. We all really wanted to sit at the counter. How fun!! I had forgotten just how nice it was to be able to wiggle around on your stool, watch everything going on where the food was prepared and man the service is phenomenal . Our server was such a delightful energetic young lady. Anyway, we all ate until we "hurt".
Then on to the ballpark. Our Texas Rangers were playing the Chicago White Socks at our farm team park. As we are all avid baseball fans, this was better than Xmas (almost). We didn't let the cold weather bother us. So what if the wind was blowing really hard and the temperature had dropped "way down" we were determined to watch our team. Our cub discovered that when it is cold, it is not real wise to eat dip and dots. The cubette decided that he could still pack in the infamous "ballpark hotdog".
Well we made it to the middle of the 7th inning and finally admitted that we were not as determined as we thought!!! It still was fun and we had a blast.
Well, all the bunnies are back in the shed. For the cub that thought we had gone over the edge and got more live animals, I had to confess to him that these were not the eating and feeding kind. Frosty tried to help us and he managed to "eat two bunnies" at least he succeeded in tearing them into little pieces. I guess he didn't want me to have so much packing to do.
The furry ones are doing fine. Casper has to go to Tulsa to a vet dermatologist on the 22nd for his allergies. Hopefully, we can find out what gives him rashes. I hope to go to my cardiologist the same day.
B is doing quite well considering he had a person "posing" as a surgeon doing his pacemaker implants (the first two times). Then B fired him and got a really good one to do the job and so far he is doing well.
Well until next time.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
The shocking video Barack Obama does not want you to see!!
I found this very interesting. I was about ready to vote for him.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
"Why Go To Church"
If you're spiritually alive, you're going to love this! If you're Spiritually dead, you won't want to read it. If you're spiritually curious, there is still hope. A Church goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday. 'I've gone for 30 years now,' he wrote, 'and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me, I can't remember a single one of them. So, I think I'm wasting my time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all.'
This started a real controversy in the 'Letters to the Editor' column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher: 'I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this. They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!'
When you are DOWN to nothing.... God is UP to something! Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible! Thank God for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment!' 'When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, 'Jesus, could you get that for me?'
Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply, Speak kindly.
This started a real controversy in the 'Letters to the Editor' column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher: 'I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But, for the life of me, I cannot recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals. But I do know this. They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically dead today. Likewise, if I had not gone to church for nourishment, I would be spiritually dead today!'
When you are DOWN to nothing.... God is UP to something! Faith sees the invisible, believes the incredible and receives the impossible! Thank God for our physical AND our spiritual nourishment!' 'When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, 'Jesus, could you get that for me?'
Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply, Speak kindly.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
"Easter"
Easter this year is Sunday, March 23, 2008. As you may know, Easter is always the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Spring Equinox (which is March 20). This dating of Easter is based on the lunar calendar that Hebrew people used to identify Passover, which is why it moves around on our Roman calendar. Here are a couple of things in which you might be interested: Based on the above, Easter actually can be one day earlier (March 22), but that is rare. This year is the earliest Easter any of us will ever see the rest of our lives.
Only the most elderly of our population have ever seen it this early (95 years old or above). None of us have ever, or will ever, see it a day earlier. More facts: The next time Easter will be this early (March 23) will be the year 2228 (220 years from now). The last time it was this early was 1913 (so if you're 95 or older, you are the only ones who were around for that). The next time it will be a day earlier (March 22) will be in the year 2285 (277 years from now). The last time it was on March 22 was 1818. So, no one alive today has or will ever see it any earlier than this year.
So, enjoy the uniqueness of this special day and this little piece of history. Oh, and when we get together for that day-early Easter in 2285, I still want a solid chocolate bunny and as usual we will be dying eggs the Saturday before!!!!!!!!!
Only the most elderly of our population have ever seen it this early (95 years old or above). None of us have ever, or will ever, see it a day earlier. More facts: The next time Easter will be this early (March 23) will be the year 2228 (220 years from now). The last time it was this early was 1913 (so if you're 95 or older, you are the only ones who were around for that). The next time it will be a day earlier (March 22) will be in the year 2285 (277 years from now). The last time it was on March 22 was 1818. So, no one alive today has or will ever see it any earlier than this year.
So, enjoy the uniqueness of this special day and this little piece of history. Oh, and when we get together for that day-early Easter in 2285, I still want a solid chocolate bunny and as usual we will be dying eggs the Saturday before!!!!!!!!!
Friday, March 07, 2008
"Barbara"
Did you ever wonder what the name Barbara's meaning and origin is?
English, German, and Polish: from Latin, meaning “foreign woman” (a feminine form of barbarus foreign, from Greek, referring originally to the unintelligible chatter of foreigners, which sounded to the Greek ear like no more than bar-bar).
St Barbara has always been one of the most popular saints in the calendar, although there is some doubt whether she ever existed. According to legend, she was imprisoned in a tower and later murdered by her father, who was then struck down by a bolt of lightning; accordingly, she is the patron of architects, stonemasons, and fortifications, and of firework makers, artillerymen, and gunpowder magazines.
The name is now occasionally modishly spelled Barbra, notably in the case of the actress and singer Barbra Streisand (b. 1942). Cognates: Irish Gaelic: Bairbre. Scottish Gaelic: Barabal. Swedish: Barbro. Czech: Barbora. Russian: Varvara. Hungarian: Borbála.
Short forms: English: Barb (mainly U.S. informal). French: Barbe.
I wonder if my grandfather knew all this when he gave me the name.
English, German, and Polish: from Latin, meaning “foreign woman” (a feminine form of barbarus foreign, from Greek, referring originally to the unintelligible chatter of foreigners, which sounded to the Greek ear like no more than bar-bar).
St Barbara has always been one of the most popular saints in the calendar, although there is some doubt whether she ever existed. According to legend, she was imprisoned in a tower and later murdered by her father, who was then struck down by a bolt of lightning; accordingly, she is the patron of architects, stonemasons, and fortifications, and of firework makers, artillerymen, and gunpowder magazines.
The name is now occasionally modishly spelled Barbra, notably in the case of the actress and singer Barbra Streisand (b. 1942). Cognates: Irish Gaelic: Bairbre. Scottish Gaelic: Barabal. Swedish: Barbro. Czech: Barbora. Russian: Varvara. Hungarian: Borbála.
Short forms: English: Barb (mainly U.S. informal). French: Barbe.
I wonder if my grandfather knew all this when he gave me the name.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Al Capone and Water Front Property
About now, my cubs are wondering if the time has come to have their Mom evaluated for mental stability. This could be due to the weird content of some of her blogs. If you are wondering what Al Capone and water front property have in common just keep reading.
As some of you know, I am prone to some pretty strange dreams. The other night was one such dream. Believe it or not, I had not eaten a large fat-laden dinner and was not medicated when I went to bed. Matter of fact the dream occurred just before I awakened and I know this for a fact since Frosty woke me from the dream with his barking.
I had gone to visit a friend in Texas. She had put in a bed and breakfast (news to me) so we were to spend the night there. It was pretty chaotic and when I got ready to take my medication (unfortunately this consists of about 9 vials) the next morning, it was strewn all over the place and some was totally gone. Without my medication, we had to come home and that is when the next segment begins.
My friend arrived here the next day. She had gotten a bid to redo U-Turn. For those of you not familiar with our town, U-Turn is a large facility that can be rented for kids' parties, reunions, etc. I took her out to meet with the Deacons of the Church that had bought U-Turn. She went over the figures with them and we got in my van to leave. They called her back and she found out someone had underbid her so she had to work up new figures. Again, we started to leave and when we went to my van it was gone. Finally, Call-A-Ride (our version of taxis)appeared so we got in and told him to take us to our van. This seemed a little strange since we had no idea where that was. However, he said, "Sure" and away we went. He proceded to give us a scenic tour of our city. We ended up stopping at the "waterfront" and as we were looking out over the vast body of water, he pointed out some apartments over on one side and told us that these were owned by Al Capone. I then asked him if he knew that Al Capone was actually born here. He did not know that and before the conversation could go further Frosty woke me!!
As I said in the beginning, I have some pretty weird dreams.
As some of you know, I am prone to some pretty strange dreams. The other night was one such dream. Believe it or not, I had not eaten a large fat-laden dinner and was not medicated when I went to bed. Matter of fact the dream occurred just before I awakened and I know this for a fact since Frosty woke me from the dream with his barking.
I had gone to visit a friend in Texas. She had put in a bed and breakfast (news to me) so we were to spend the night there. It was pretty chaotic and when I got ready to take my medication (unfortunately this consists of about 9 vials) the next morning, it was strewn all over the place and some was totally gone. Without my medication, we had to come home and that is when the next segment begins.
My friend arrived here the next day. She had gotten a bid to redo U-Turn. For those of you not familiar with our town, U-Turn is a large facility that can be rented for kids' parties, reunions, etc. I took her out to meet with the Deacons of the Church that had bought U-Turn. She went over the figures with them and we got in my van to leave. They called her back and she found out someone had underbid her so she had to work up new figures. Again, we started to leave and when we went to my van it was gone. Finally, Call-A-Ride (our version of taxis)appeared so we got in and told him to take us to our van. This seemed a little strange since we had no idea where that was. However, he said, "Sure" and away we went. He proceded to give us a scenic tour of our city. We ended up stopping at the "waterfront" and as we were looking out over the vast body of water, he pointed out some apartments over on one side and told us that these were owned by Al Capone. I then asked him if he knew that Al Capone was actually born here. He did not know that and before the conversation could go further Frosty woke me!!
As I said in the beginning, I have some pretty weird dreams.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Letter from a Pet
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject.
I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.
A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry."
She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
May our "furry" boys, Casper and Frosty never have to write a letter like this.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject.
I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.
A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry."
She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
May our "furry" boys, Casper and Frosty never have to write a letter like this.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Sad Day - Chocolate Pie vs Humpty Dumpty
There are some things that can be fixed easily. For instance, there was a grandson that was about to experience a "sad day" because someone had eaten the last piece of Grammy's chocolate pie that he had anticipated would be his. Grammy could fix that and did simply by just making another chocolate pie. Wouldn't it be wonderful if broken lives could be fixed so simply.
If you are familiar with the poem "Humpty Dumpty", then you can relate when I say that I can visualize just hundreds and hundreds of tiny pieces laying strewn all around. About now you are asking what does chocolate pie and Humpty Dumpty have in common? Well, one can be fixed and the other can't. Maybe it was Humpty's choice to fall off the wall and maybe it wasn't, however, he was still broken.
Please tolerate my rambling and maybe all of this will tie together in the end or maybe not.
One passage of scripture that keeps ringing in my ears is "Judge not that you not be judged". I am really struggling with that statement in dealing with the concept of addiction. Again, Humpty comes into play as you watch a loved one's life break into hundreds of pieces and blow into the wind. Please don't say "It is their choice", I am not sure that is true but even if it is, remember the judging part! You know to fully understand the depths an addiction can affect families you just have to remember Humpty. Nobody is spared. Spouses, siblings, parents, children , the person addicted, absolutely nobody.
Compassion without enabling is a monumental task. I for one don't claim to know just how to do this. I do know that when I drove out from a pasture yesterday after seeing a loved one alone, drunk, sad and with as tender a heart as a person could have, my heart felt like Humpty Dumpty. Judge not lest I be judged!
If you are familiar with the poem "Humpty Dumpty", then you can relate when I say that I can visualize just hundreds and hundreds of tiny pieces laying strewn all around. About now you are asking what does chocolate pie and Humpty Dumpty have in common? Well, one can be fixed and the other can't. Maybe it was Humpty's choice to fall off the wall and maybe it wasn't, however, he was still broken.
Please tolerate my rambling and maybe all of this will tie together in the end or maybe not.
One passage of scripture that keeps ringing in my ears is "Judge not that you not be judged". I am really struggling with that statement in dealing with the concept of addiction. Again, Humpty comes into play as you watch a loved one's life break into hundreds of pieces and blow into the wind. Please don't say "It is their choice", I am not sure that is true but even if it is, remember the judging part! You know to fully understand the depths an addiction can affect families you just have to remember Humpty. Nobody is spared. Spouses, siblings, parents, children , the person addicted, absolutely nobody.
Compassion without enabling is a monumental task. I for one don't claim to know just how to do this. I do know that when I drove out from a pasture yesterday after seeing a loved one alone, drunk, sad and with as tender a heart as a person could have, my heart felt like Humpty Dumpty. Judge not lest I be judged!
Monday, February 04, 2008
Mythbusters
Mythbusters is one of my favorite TV shows. There are several things I wish they would explore. Yep, thinking I will send some of these in for their consideration:
I always heard that we should look forward to the aging process and they compare it to fine wine and cheese. However, doesn't wine go sour after too long a period? Doesn't cheese mold if kept too long?
What goes around comes around. This could be true unless you have dementia. Then would you know if you are going or coming?
Have you ever heard of old age referred to as the "Golden Years"? Hmnnn, maybe they meant fools' gold.
Could they convince a teenager that "now is the best years of your life" when they are fighting acne, puberty and all the other things connected with that age.
However, lest we be too negative there are some perks to aging. For instance, you get your driver's license free over the age of 65. That is if you can still drive. You also get a senior's discount when you go out to eat. Of course, you might now have any teeth left to eat with.
Yup, going to be a bear!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I always heard that we should look forward to the aging process and they compare it to fine wine and cheese. However, doesn't wine go sour after too long a period? Doesn't cheese mold if kept too long?
What goes around comes around. This could be true unless you have dementia. Then would you know if you are going or coming?
Have you ever heard of old age referred to as the "Golden Years"? Hmnnn, maybe they meant fools' gold.
Could they convince a teenager that "now is the best years of your life" when they are fighting acne, puberty and all the other things connected with that age.
However, lest we be too negative there are some perks to aging. For instance, you get your driver's license free over the age of 65. That is if you can still drive. You also get a senior's discount when you go out to eat. Of course, you might now have any teeth left to eat with.
Yup, going to be a bear!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
"Gonna Be a Bear"
GONNA BE A BEAR
In this life, I'm a woman. In my next life, I'd like to come back as a bear. When you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.
When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you're mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.
If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.
Yup, gonna be a bear!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
"Crying Wolf"
I am sure all of you are very familiar with the story about the little boy that "cried wolf". If you are not, then don't read this blog as it probably won't make sense to you.
While you may have heard that story about the little boy, have you ever heard of a dog that "cried wolf"? I didn't think so. Well, it was a first for me too. I have to admit that I wouldn't have believed it either if I had not been a witness to this fiasco.
Our little Frosty is notorious for getting under our feet when we are trying to walk. Our daughter swears he is possessed and I am about to become a believer. Anyway, yesterday I came in from shopping with an arm load of bags. I could not see that he was under my feet so I stepped on his foot (did not put all my weight on him thank goodness). After I sat the bags on the table, I came into the living to sit down to rest a minute. He chose this minute to get right in the floor in front of me and began to cry. Then he rolled onto his back and wailed and wailed all the while holding the little paw in the air. He acted like he was about to go into a convulsion. I thought I had broken his leg for sure. I called the Alien and had him meet me at the Vets. They were waiting for us. When we got there, the doctor took Frosty and held him and carried him around a little then she got a leash and put him down to see if he could walk. About this time, a cat came out into the room. Frosty ran over to play and was walking on the paw as if nothing was wrong. After about five minutes of being the center of attention and playing with the cat, I brought him home. $56 poorer and totally humiliated by the dog that "cried wolf".
While you may have heard that story about the little boy, have you ever heard of a dog that "cried wolf"? I didn't think so. Well, it was a first for me too. I have to admit that I wouldn't have believed it either if I had not been a witness to this fiasco.
Our little Frosty is notorious for getting under our feet when we are trying to walk. Our daughter swears he is possessed and I am about to become a believer. Anyway, yesterday I came in from shopping with an arm load of bags. I could not see that he was under my feet so I stepped on his foot (did not put all my weight on him thank goodness). After I sat the bags on the table, I came into the living to sit down to rest a minute. He chose this minute to get right in the floor in front of me and began to cry. Then he rolled onto his back and wailed and wailed all the while holding the little paw in the air. He acted like he was about to go into a convulsion. I thought I had broken his leg for sure. I called the Alien and had him meet me at the Vets. They were waiting for us. When we got there, the doctor took Frosty and held him and carried him around a little then she got a leash and put him down to see if he could walk. About this time, a cat came out into the room. Frosty ran over to play and was walking on the paw as if nothing was wrong. After about five minutes of being the center of attention and playing with the cat, I brought him home. $56 poorer and totally humiliated by the dog that "cried wolf".
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Run Turkey Run
Do you suppose the unsuspecting turkey is aware that their time may be limited. Do you suppose they would change anything if they knew? I often wonder that about people. Would we change anything if we had warning that our days were almost up? I bet there are not many "thanks" being circulated at the turkey farm. Hopefully there will be many at the people places.
All these morbid thoughts are caused by my persistent dreams lately that involve people close to me that are deceased. The weird thing is that memories come with the dreams that I had not thought about in many years. For instance, last night, I was visiting with my Pa and Granny Mc and for some reason Pa sent me into the house to get Granny's shoes. On the way in I kept thinking how will I know which shoes are hers since there was a house full of people. When I got inside, I went to this pile of shoes and immediately spotted Granny's shoes. You see, she ran over her shoes on her right foot badly and the first shoes I saw were in this condition. Now I had not thought of what her shoes looked like in 50 years at least. That is just too weird.
I have decided that all this medication for this respiratory infection is affecting my mind more than my body, lol.
Speaking of turkeys, we are looking forward to Thanksgiving. Don't know for sure how many will be here but it doesn't matter as we will have plenty of food.
Sending much love and good wishes to all the cubs, spouses and cubettes for the holiday.
All these morbid thoughts are caused by my persistent dreams lately that involve people close to me that are deceased. The weird thing is that memories come with the dreams that I had not thought about in many years. For instance, last night, I was visiting with my Pa and Granny Mc and for some reason Pa sent me into the house to get Granny's shoes. On the way in I kept thinking how will I know which shoes are hers since there was a house full of people. When I got inside, I went to this pile of shoes and immediately spotted Granny's shoes. You see, she ran over her shoes on her right foot badly and the first shoes I saw were in this condition. Now I had not thought of what her shoes looked like in 50 years at least. That is just too weird.
I have decided that all this medication for this respiratory infection is affecting my mind more than my body, lol.
Speaking of turkeys, we are looking forward to Thanksgiving. Don't know for sure how many will be here but it doesn't matter as we will have plenty of food.
Sending much love and good wishes to all the cubs, spouses and cubettes for the holiday.
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