Saturday, December 19, 2009
Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,we hope every minute that someone will care.
They’ll come to adopt us and give us the call,“Come here, Max and Sparkie — come fetch your new ball!”
But now we sit here and think of the dayswe were treated so fondly — we had cute, baby ways.
Once we were little, then we grew and we grew.Now we’re no longer young and we’re no longer new.
So out the back door we were thrown like the trash.They reacted so quickly — why were they so rash?
We “jump on the children,” “don’t come when they call,”we “bark when they leave us,” “climb over the wall.”
We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made.
If only they’d trained us, if only we knew,we’d have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too.
We were left in the backyard, or worse, let to roam.Now we’re tired and lonely and out of a home.
They dropped us off here and they kissed us goodbye…“Maybe someone else will give you a try.”
So now here we are, all confused and alonein a shelter with others who long for a home.
The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,with so many to care for, they can’t stay to chat.
They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer…we know that they wonder how long we’ll be here.
We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our headsof a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.
Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears –our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.
If you can’t adopt us and there’s no room at the inn –could you help with the bills and fill our food bin?
We count on your kindness each day of the year –can you give more than hope to everyone here?
Please make a donation to pay for the heat…and help get us something special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us wants us to live,and more of us will, if more people will give.
– Author Unknown
And take a minute or two to share this with friends and family, spread the word, spread the message. Every little bit of help counts! Share the love every day but most especially now! This is from Merry. I received this from one of my graphic groups and I think it's something I need to pass on. It's so true. It's sad, but if we don't want to adopt we can help donate, time, food, money, etc. to our area shelters! Merry
"Get your facts right. Then you can distort them as you please."Mark Twain (Valerie)Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but freedom amid the storm. ~Anonymous~
Sunday, December 13, 2009
-- Mark Crider
A 2009 Update to the Story: Having known the family for years and being into rescue here Ijust had to write about what a coincidence it was for that to happen. The real part of the story I couldn't divulge then (just in casesomeone from animal control read it) was Amy was crying so hard about it I couldn't handle it so I just grabbed the dog and put her out the door to let her escape, and took the blame. After all, who is going to confront a tough old grouchy pet lover like me? I went looking for Diddly but it was dark. The next day I ran anad in the paper but had no luck. I was really shocked when I stoppedby and there she was. And she is still there happy and healthy as can be.
_______________________________________________Mark says, "I am a pet lover to the core and find myself embedded in thefight for their well being daily. To me, someone who would mistreata pet is a mentally sick individual. Sharing my food, kindness andresources with pets give me inspiration."
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Anyway, every one played in my yard, partly because they liked me, but also because of the equipment, I am sure. (I also had a gunny sack swing, do you know what they are like?) And a hammock, and a tire swing! It was magnificent. Almost as many boys played in my yard as girls, even. The fact that my Mom made the best cookies in town for everyone and anyone didn't hurt, either! Mom never minded the noise or hassle of all of us kids playing. Kids were in and out of the house using the rest room, Mom never seemed to care, she said at least she knew we were home and we were playing safely!) My Mom was great with kids. I don't think I ever encouraged my son Tim to have "half the town over, LO." I would have felt responsible and maybe Mom did, but she never acted like it did anything but please her to see me having fun. Every kid should have a childhood like mine. Both of my parents, gave so much of themselves for me. Summers were at the Lake House, and I did know even then how very lucky I was, and although I didn't fully appreciate it, I did know I was fortunate. So, when we went back a few years ago and the playground equipment was gone, it broke my heart. Also, some of the GIANT trees were gone-probably died. Broke my heart. How many children have those kind of wonderful memories?
Feel free to share your childhood memories with me; I'd love to hear about them!
Hugs to all!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
I am so far behind on my email.. This is not like me. But I've been Christmas shopping and Christmas wrapping (also, Merry shopping, LOL) and really busy, with my housework, too. You know, I am rigid. Every day has a job and that does not change unless I am too sick to move. Also, I am dead tired.
Yesterday, I went to the pharmacy, this one is in a grocery store. It's an RX my insurance doesn't pay for & cheaper than my regular pharmacy (Walgreen's). So, I got to this other pharmacy because since it's a cash pay, their price is a lot cheaper on this medication.
Well, it was about 10 AM. I was walking from my car to the store. And yes, I do look for tail lights and people backing up! But some drivers don't look for people!
I was in back of a lady in a big SUV The car came at me, slowly (thank God or I"d be in really bad shape) and I hollered, "HEY!! WATCH OUT!" You ARE RUNNING OVER ME!" It threw me off balance and just luckily I went to the side of it. But if she had been backing out faster, she's have run right over me! It was scary!
The lady says, "Are you okay? I am so sorry." I wasn't too nice, and I am almost always nice. I was MAD. (At first, later I got scared!) I went in to get my prescription. Well, these other nice people came up to me and said they saw it all and they were ready to knock hard on her hood or windshield. They were very nice to me. They said, she said there was a "blind spot". Believe it or not I thought, I don't care if it's my car, well, I care but it wouldn't have KILLED me. But these witnesses told me that if I hadn't shouted, she WOULD have kept coming! And I WOULD have been run over.
Oh yeah, The woman who hit me said to me, Well, you're so little I couldn't even see you. And I had a "blind spot." CRAP. But then I wasn't mad, I was SCARED. That's all it would've taken. All I have to say it's a good thing I have a big mouth and shouted when I did, because I think I'd at least be in the hospital if not DEAD.
Okay, this letter is going to all of my friends and family. I love you all. I am sorry I am behind on Email. You know that is NOT like me. Know that I will be catching up on my Emails to all of you I owe mail to ASAP!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
NEW ADDITION TO THE FAMILY
we have a new addition to our family. this past saturday we went to costco and got a few things and when we came out we saw this little black and white shih tzu running around the parking lot and the street. definately looked lost. so we looked around and no one seemed to have lost this little dog. so we scooped her up and took her to the groomer asap. anyway she was so matted and neglected and her collar was on so tight that it was choking her. so cliff cut it off with his knife. the groomers said she had probably been on the streets for a long time, becuase she was totally matted and neglected. from her feet to her ears. one solid mat. she had to get shaved. she is the same size as muffin is. the groomer estimated her age at about 2. she has had puppies. anyway, we made a few phone calls and looked for signs of a lost dog and the news paper, but no luck. she is a sweet lovable and kind. doesnt seem to have any bad habits, doesnt bark or chew stuff. she is house traained too. because all her fur is shaved off, we got a sweater on her because she was so cold. anyway, she has an appt to get spayed on dec. 1st. down at the dog pound here in apache junction. our county has a contract with a company called MASH (mobile animal surgical hospital.) i called a couple of vet clinics and they wanted 350 dollars or more for spaying. so when i called the dog pound i found out about the low cost program. so she will get spayed and checked over and all for 65 dollars. then the dog shots are5 dollars each and so probably another 20 bucks. she doesnt have to go back for a check up because they super glue her incision back together and send her home with some doggie pain pills. she and muffin have already gotten to be friends. muffin has lived with other dogs, waits, tiny, cassie and other dogs we have baby sat for. so it wasnt exactly big deal for either dog. so anyway, so far, so good. it does seem like we were in the right spot at the right time, we got a sister for muffin and a good little girl. because the groomer said she appeared to have been on the streets for a long time, we named her tramp. suits her . anyway that is our christmas present for each other, a new little dog..
Friday, November 13, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
THE POWER OF SECOND CHANCES
by Teri Goggin-Roberts
Theodore Johnson, or "Mr. J" was my fifth grade teacher.
He was a tall, slender man with a reputation for fun that made students pray to be assigned to his class. Mr. J was significant in my life for many reasons. As an educator, he brought mundane subjects to life with humor and passion. As a person, he taught me the blessing of an unexpected second chance.
One Monday morning, the schoolyard buzzed with rumors about a fire in the school over the weekend. When the bell rang I raced inside, excited by the acrid scent of burnt wood that confirmed the rumors. Homeroom hummed with conversation. Mr. J quieted the class and explained that "Home Economics" would be cancelled due to a fire. He also warned us not to go near the room because it could be dangerous. At morning recess, my friend Kim and I cooked up a plan to check out the damage. A first hand observation would make us heroes at lunch. Since Kim was in a different class, we decided to synchronize a time to go to the bathroom and divert to the "Home Ec" room instead. As the appointed time approached, I ignored a growing sense of dread. I didn't want to face the consequences at home if I got caught but I also couldn't "chicken out" and face Kim after school. When the clock ticked into position, I raised my hand and got permission to "go to the lavatory." Kim was already waiting in the hall.
Kim and I safely reached the home economics room. We stood on tiptoes peering through the door window trying in vain to see what was forbidden. A firm grip on our shoulders stopped my heart cold. "Where do you belong? Certainly not here!" I whirled around to find a teacher staring angrily at us. I'd seen angry teachers before, but they were always glaring at someone else, not me. In those frozen seconds millions of thoughts flashed through my mind. My father would kill me for defying a teacher. Worse than that, my mom might be so mad she might not stop him. Utter terror froze my tongue but eventually I stuttered, "I belong in Mr. J's class." My spirits sank even lower when I realized my lie to Mr. J would soon be exposed. The arresting teacher led Kim and I back to our classrooms and knocked on the doors.
I stood in the hall as my captor spoke with Mr. Johnson who rubbed his chin and arched his eyebrows as he listened. I wanted to melt into the floor. There was nowhere to hide from Mr. Johnson's angry eyes when they darted toward me during parts of the story. I lived with an alcoholic father so anger meant pain and I was already nauseous from the pain in my head. The teacher swished past, leaving my destiny in the hands of Mr. Johnson -- who now hated me. I blinked hard, fighting back tears of self-loathing. Like home, I desperately tried not to let Mr. J see me cry, instead, I braced myself for a barrage of anger. But Mr. Johnson had a different lesson to teach. Slowly, he knelt down on one knee and hunched his lanky body in an attempt to look me in the eye. When I glanced up from my shoes, I was met with a look of concern rather than anger. He spoke softly and carefully as he explained why he was disappointed in my decision to go where I may have gotten hurt. I was stunned that he cared more about my safety than the fact that I'd broken a rule. There was no yelling and no berating. As I looked into the eyes of the man who could send me to unimagined consequences at home, I began to cry. The full weight of disappointing Mr. J crushed my ten-year-old shoulders. I wiped my tears and wished I'd been expelled so I wouldn't have to return to a class full of staring eyes and spend the rest of the year hoping Mr. J would like me again. But the lesson was not complete. Mr. J stood up, indicating it was time to return to class. My heart was heavy with regret as we walked. The load lifted instantly with the gentle touch of Mr. J's hand on my shoulder. I glanced up and he smiled. My love for Mr. J blossomed in the moment I discovered that he still liked me even after I'd disappointed him. Slowly, it sunk in that he didn't raise his voice or threaten me. He didn't do anything but let me feel the impact of my actions. It was the first time I felt the exquisite freedom of forgiveness. Mr. J made no public mention of my crime, nor did he tell my parents. The rest of the day he smiled and acted normally. I saw the world from a fresh angle. At 10 years of age, I couldn't pinpoint what was different, I just knew I felt better about myself. I also knew I'd never disappoint Mr. Johnson again.
Looking back, I can clearly see what was different. When I made mistakes at home the recovery from anger took days. But on that day, trust was restored the moment Mr. J smiled. I learned many things that year, but nothing more important than the power of being granted an unexpected second chance.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I am very sorry that I have repeated things, I am embarassed and I apologize to all of you.
I need to pay attention when I am blogging personal things especially. I ask for your patience and understanding with this.
"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work."– Thomas A. Edison
Ha, so this is why I have missed opportunities!!! I don't ever wear overalls. EXCEPT I did wear striped bib overalls when I worked (when Tim was in Jr. High) part-time at a restaurant. Navy blue long sleeve shirts underneath. It was a cute outfit and the restaurant theme was really neat (not hokey and dumb). The name of it was "The Iron Horse." The menus were unique. Each different sandwich or meal was named after some railroad thing. The owner, (my boss and he became our friend) took off on this theme and it was ahead of it's time. It was a fairly upscale place. I loved that job! I didn't know one thing about restaurant work, serving, etc. Or when I was a hostess, I wore my own "dressier type" clothes. I loved getting dressed up and looking my best and it was a good excuse to get new dressy clothes! It was fun. (Of course, I was a LOT younger and a lot cuter then! But what I really enjoyed and loved getting up before the sun (yeah, really then I did) and going to work. I saw each morning's sunrise. Only had seen it on rare occasions when we had some neighborhood parties (Let me tell you those were the days, LOL) (but I wouldn't want to do them over again..) That pt job turned into full time for me and we worked 6 days a week. Only closed on Sundays. My work-mate and BF at the time, & I used to go to the Mall on Sunday.But sadly (for us, -lucky for Dave), we'd be too tired to shop much! I know that's hard to believe for those of you who really know me. Unfortunately, the business went belly-up. Prices were too high and a 50 yr. old restaurant was across the street. We didn't stand a chance. Davenport, IA, was part of the Quad Cities, along the Mississippi River and is a gorgeous area. They run together like one town. So it seemed huge, but Davenport itself is/was/ is about 100, 000 alone. (Mason City, where we are now isn't 30,000), and Clear Lake (where we lived for the first three years we lived "up north (as Dave calls it) is about 7,000. I loved, loved loved being in a small town again!
But oh, gosh, was tun while it lasted. I sometimes think that 3+ years were some o f the very best of my adult life! I could have stayed on with the new owners, but I didn't like them, #1, and #2 we had sold are only 3 yr. old house (the only house we ever built from scratch) that fall. So, that summer was exciting (I couldn't wait to move to Clear Lake, IA- brought me closer to the MN border (& I thought that my sister and I would be able to become closer (she lived in Minneapolis suberb). But, alas that did not happen.) Dave's company opened 3 branch offices that year, one in Mason City, (I PUSHED HARD to come here! I thought it would be a great family adventure. LOL Well, it has in a way. The other branches we could have gone to were one in Cedar Rapids (thank GOD we didn't go there. I hate CR. It stinks-literally, they make cereal, and beans and other nasty smelling things there. It's too big for ME, anyway. (Our son Tim, wife Patti, and Jack and Joey live there, though, but back then they hadn't even met....Tim was in Jr. High, maybe Patti was in grade school. (A little humor there folks, laugh, ) Also, we had a chance to move to Tulsa, OK but didn't go there. My parents were still in Iowa then and in declining health.
Then, we moved to Mason City after Tim graduated and was in the Air Force. We have been in this house 26 years, I think. I started college (Jr. college) in Clear Lake, it was North Iowa Area Community College (located on the eastern end of Mason City, IA. I got my first AA there. Then Dave found this house near his work in Mason City and the price was right. So, end of story. I have never liked it all that much, except we did make some good friends and were active in church here, too. I also worked at a "Country Kitchen" here for a few years. It was a LOT faster pace. But I loved that, too. Most of that was part time because I was also going to college then. I worked when ever I could work it into my school schedule. Just because I loved it, not that it was good for my body. My boss there became (REALLY) a millionaire, and bought several CK's all over. Now, the one here is closed. Jay is the first millionaire, I have ever known personally. He worked just as hard as his employees did. Now he has a little more upscale (but not super fancy) place called "Whiskey Creek." It's a lunch and mainly a SUPPER restaurant. I could write a book about him, and about my experiences there but no one would probably want to read it but me, and MAYBE my family. After that I went my last 2 years (mostly on scholarship) at a private Lutheran College, In '94 I went back to school through NIACC again, and took Medical Technology. (College gets HARDER or at least it did for me, as I got older.) (Or I got dumber~that is possible, too. LOL) By the time I finished that, I was starting to have issues with my back, my feet and then my neck. And so I was not able to do the job I trained to do. As it is all over, a BA, BS, or Bachelors in Applied Sciences, AKA Business) was not enough to get the "pleasant psych. or Social Work jobs I wanted though I did land a couple and worked at them for a stime.
I didn't enjoy being a med. tech. I did love going to school though. And wouldn't change a day of the times I had doing that. The last job I did have was a church secretary. I hated it. I was NOT (so I said then) going to spend my days in front of a computer, for one thing.
"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work."– Thomas A. Edison
Ha, so this is why I have missed opportunities!!! I don't ever wear overalls. EXCEPT I did wear striped bib overalls when I worked (when Tim was in Jr. High) part-time at a restaurant. Navy blue long sleeve shirts underneath. It was a cute outfit and the restaurant theme was really neat (not hokey and dumb). The name of it was "The Iron Horse."
the menus were unique. Each different sandwich or meal was named after some railroad thing. The owner, (my boss and he became our friend) took off on this theme and it was ahead of it's time. It was a fairly upscale place. I loved that job! I didn't know one thing about restaurant work, serving, etc. Or when I was a hostess, I wore my own "dressier type" clothes. I loved getting dressed up and looking my best and it was a good excuse to get new dressy clothes! It was fun. (Of course, I was a LOT younger and a lot cuter then! But what I really enjoyed and loved getting up before the sun (yeah, really then I did) and going to work. I saw each morning's sunrise. Only had seen it on rare occasions when we had some neighborhood parties (Let me tell you those were the days, LOL) (but I wouldn't want to do the party scene again..) That pt job turned into full time for me and we worked 6 days a week. Only closed on Sundays. My work-mate and BF at the time, & I used to go to the Mall on Sunday.But sadly (for us, -lucky for Dave), we'd be too tired to shop much! I know that's hard to believe for those of you who really know me. Unfortunately, the business went belly-up. Prices were too high and a 50 yr. old restaurant was across the street. We didn't stand a chance. Davenport, IA, was part of the Quad Cities, along the Mississippi River and is a gorgeous area. They run together like one town. So it seemed huge, but Davenport itself is/was/ is about 100, 000 alone. (Mason City, where we are now isn't 30,000), and Clear Lake (where we lived for the first three years we lived "up north (as Dave calls it) is about 7,000. loved, loved loved being in a small town again!
But oh, gosh, was tun while it lasted. I sometimes think that 2+ years were some o f the very best of my adult life! I could have stayed on with the new owners, but I didn't like them, #1, and #2 we had sold are only 3 yr. old house (the only house we ever built from scratch) that fall. So, that summer was exciting (I couldn't wait to move to Clear Lake, IA- brought me closer to the MN border (& I thought that my sister and I would be able to become closer (she lived in Minneapolis suberb). But, alas that did not happen.) Dave's company open 3 branch offices that year, one in Mason City, one in Cedar Rapids (thank GOD we didn't go there. I hate CR. It stinks-literally, they make cereal, and beans and other nasty smelling things there. It's too big for ME, anyway. (Our son Tim, wife Patti, and Jack and Joey live there, though, but back then they hadn't even met....Tim was in Jr. High, maybe Patti was in grade school. (A little humor there folks, laugh, ) We moved to Mason City after Tim graduated and was in the service. We have been in this house 26 years, I think. I started college (Jr. college) in Clear Lake, it was North Iowa Area Community College while still in Clear lake. got my first AA there. Then Dave found this house near his work in Mason City and the price was right. So end of story. I have never liked it all that much, except we did make some good friends and were active in church here, too. I also worked at a "Country Kitchen here for a few years. It was a LOT faster pace. But I loved that, too. Some of that was part time because I was also going to school again then. I worked when ever I could work it into my school schedule. Just because I loved it, not that it was good for my body. My boss there became (REALLY) a millionaire, and bought several CK all over. Now, the one here is closed. Jay is the first millionaire, I have ever known personally. He worked just as hard as his employees did. Now he has a little more upscale (but not super fancy) place called "Whiskey Creek." It's a lunch and mainly a SUPPER restaurant. I could write a book about him, and about my experiences there but no one would probably want to read it but me, and my family. After that I went my last 2 years (mostly on scholarship) at a private Lutheran College, less than one hour away. I also took a class or too, from Buena Vista (they use our Jr. College's Campus evenings, but are expensive.) In '94 I went back to school through NIACC again, and took Medical Technology. (College gets HARDER or at least it did for me, as I got older.) By the time I finished that, I was starting to have issues with my back, my feet and then my neck. And so I was not able to do the job I trained to do. As it is all over a BA, BS, or Bachelors in Applied Sciences, AKA Business) was not enough to get the psych jobs I wanted though I did land a couple. I didn't enjoy being a med. tech. I did love going to school though. And wouldn't change a day of the times I had doing that. The last job I did have was a church secretary. I hated it. I was NOT (so I said then) going to spend my days in front of a computer, for one thing. It was also not fun. And your boss is the pastor and the council and that's not a good work/ help situation. Less said about that the better. I had no clue when I started this that I was going to get so LONG. Sooooooooo, I am transferring this to my Blog. I will send it to some of you who may not read my blog or know where it is.
End of it! But Tom Edison was right. The hardest work was (for me at least the work I loved the best. other than being a career college student. I did that job well, too. LOL Laugh! I am kidding, but also that is the truth.
Getting off my soapbox now. Love, and prayers to all of you!
PS I had jobs before then, office jobs, which I hated with a passion, even though they were easier on my body. I would work to get us out of the red, and QUIT ASAP afterwards. I was not into working until Tim was older,Some people have no choice, but since I did and particularly since we had Tim, I always felt privileged to be able to stay at home until he was older. (Well, that's a laugh on me, I never dreamed I would become addicted to my computer, but I am!) It was also not fun. And your boss is the pastor and the council and that's not a good work/ help situation. Less said about that the better. I had no clue when I started this that I was going to get so LONG. Sooooooooo, I am transferring this to my Blog. I will send it to some of you who may not read my blog or know where it is.
End of it! But Tom Edison was right. The hardest work was (for me at least the work I loved the best. other than being a career college student. I did that job well, too. LOL Laugh! I am kidding, but also that is the truth.
Getting off my "soap-box" now, (finally)!
Love, and prayers to all of you.
PS I'd love it if you read this on Blogspot if you leave me a comment.
PSS I had jobs before then, office jobs, which I hated with a passion, even though they were easier on my body. I would work to get us out of the red, and QUIT ASAP afterwards. I was not into working until Tim was older,Some people have no choice, but since I did and particularly since we had Tim, I always felt privileged to be able to stay at home until he was older. Today's Mom's don't always have that choice. But I was blessed, though we had periods of struggle, I won't complain, as with most everything in my life, I did it "my way," and I am glad that I could do it. Old age offers us time to refect on our mistakes, but also, with age, comes ACCEPTANCE, and by gosh, finally I think I have that at 65. About time, don't you think?
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Seriously though, I recently I visited my local humane society because I love to buy the t-shirts, flags and various items in their gift shop. I know I'm supporting a good cause. I also give money to the AKC through my Visa purchases. It's always hard for me not to look in on the little ones up for adoption because it's so heartbreaking. On a recent visit my heart strings were tugged by a little guy(no name) who had been at the shelter since April 30. The poor babe(age unknown) could have only been 6 months old and had already been there 3 months without a mommy or daddy. He was very tiny, no more that3 or 4 pounds and just the fuzziest little dog with such a big cough.Who on earth could have given this little guy up?
I did want to take him out and love him but felt it would be cruel to give him false hopes that someone had come to take him out of this place. His cough was bad and continuous which made me think that was the reason he had not yet been adopted. All they see is a sick puppy and medical bills to pay in this struggling economy. It's a perpetual problem for our abandoned fur babies. They wind up in the humane society,develop kennel cough because of their confinement with all the others, and aren't able to shake it because their tiny immune systems aren't developed enough to ward off these illnesses and so on and so on -- how sad. My only comfort when I decided to leave empty handed was the fact that a family was inquiring about the little guy just before I left.
The woman had several children with her and while I was making my way to the door the lady pointed to him and said, "That's the one we want."I can only hope he went home with them that day. If only I could have two, three, four little ones I surely would but my husband says "no."
His reasoning is he would be the primary caregiver during the day(he's retired) and he feels the expense would be too great. This little fellow has been on my mind for days but I have to stay away because I would surely bring him home if I held him just once. This happened before when I brought our little Shih Tzu, Harry,into our lives. He is a rescue that stole my heart one day when I went to the humane society just to "look." I wound up bringing him home with me that same day. He was one of the lucky ones though --he only had to endure three weeks without a forever home. I'll never regret that visit. Harry is now and will always be a big part of our family. He's especially fond of my husband. We have to share him with my mother-in-law though since he was actually going to be her new companion after the passing of her husband. But after being with us for a week (while my husband helped his mother prepare for her new addition) my husband decided we should keep Harry and let grandma have visitation rights. That worked out to everyone's satisfaction. Harry has sleepovers at grandma's house a couple nights a week but is always happy to come home to mom and dad.
And so the saga goes. I'm sure I'll go back soon to see if the little guy found his forever home. If not, you may hear from me again in the future to let you know all about him and how my volunteer work at the local humane society is going.
-- Janet Allen
Monday, July 6, 2009
Joey had a little fever, a little cough and a runny nose. I hope he is okay. Little kids can go from well to really sick so fast. He still has just 2 teeth. He still is bald as an Eagle (or a Kenyon, LOL). But I betcha he will have blond hair, as this "fringe" he has around the back is definitely blond but it's thin and you have to look to see it. He has to wear a hat outside so he doesn't get a sunburned head. We had a cook out. We had a really nice day. Joey is a very content baby. He is a sweet baby, a good baby! I had lots of cuddling times with Joey, and Jack was warming up to me more yesterday than ever before. It was a perfect day. One of those days you savor forever!
Friday, June 26, 2009
You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot build character and courage by taking away people's initiative and independence. You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
If you think of Farrah as a bubble head or a has been, I take issue with that. I believe she showed her talents in the things she did after commercials and also "Charlie's Angels." My favorite was the movie she won a nomination for, "THE BURNING BED.' She proved her talent to be much more than skin deep or another pretty face.
Like most of you, I had pretty much forgotten about her until a few weeks ago she did an astounding Documentary called Farrah's Story on NBC. It showed a very human story of a woman not any different than any of us despite her fame, fortune, and even cancer which eventually took her life. Since that movie aired, I have been searching for information about her. And to be honest, praying that God would take her home soon as it became obvious she had no chance to recover. Today, gave all of us a sense of peace, her suffering is over.
I think it would be very nice if people would pray for Redmond, her & Ryan O'Neil's son who is in jail on a drug charge. Also my heart breaks for Ryan and Farrah's Daddy who is in his 90's. So, now on Angel wings, Farrah, you finally have peace and no more pain.
Farewell, Farrah, all of us who cared about you, do respect you and you will be missed but remembered for your courage and your strong views, and to the end you fought to offering alternative cures for cancer for not only the rich but for all cancer victims. I just learned in reading about you that your birth name was Mary. Since, I knew you went to Parochial School, I wasn't actually surprised.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
I thought of another funny thing my Dad did with Pedro. My Dad had Emphysema. He was unable to walk more than across the room, without huffing. But he was not on Oxygen, I don't know why. Anyway, Pedro needed to run. My Dad got an old fishing pole out of the shed, and my Mom asked him what in the world was he going to do with that??? He said he was going to take Pedro to the park. He would hook up Pedro's collar or harness to his fishing line and then tell Pedro, "Run, boy, run!!" Pedro ran free as the wind. And wasn't shy, or didn't look back. He was a nervous dog as Chihuahuas can be, but he trusted my Dad 100% of the time. When Daddy wanted him to come back he just started reeling the line in. Many folks in the park saw this and were impressed. My Dad was a guy who was not only book smart, but practically smart. He'd figure out the best and easiest way for things to be done. Almost an inventor at times!
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Everyone of us probably has a memory or two regarding our father's, especially now, when we are so close to Father's Day. I grew up with several different dogs throughout the years. But the dog my Dad was closest to, was a Chihuahua he rescued after he had to retire early due to health problems. From the start, this dog was devoted to my Dad and vise versa. Pedro wasn't a favorite dog of many. He was definitely a one "man" dog. He only seemed to tolerate the rest of us and my parents friends and relatives. But I did love him, because he meant so much to my Dad. Anything that Daddy loved, I loved too. That's why this story was so touching to me! Perhaps you have or know of a dog that was extra special to your Dad or another special guy in your life. Enjoy this, I am dedicating it to my Daddy, Russel L. Hills, who resides in Heaven now and has for 25 years. (Still some things you just never forget.)
The tiny puppy shivered on the kitchen floor as my mother carefully unwrapped it from her coat. Muddy and wet, it was a pitiful sight, cowering by her feet and trembling with cold and fear. My brother and sister and I looked on in amazement as mother described finding it in a ditch by the supermarket parking lot. Afraid the tiny dog would be run over, she decided to bring it home. We watched as mother carefully bathed the little puppy and helped her to dry it with a soft towel. The transformation was amazing. Underneath the mud and grime was a lovely white fox terrier with a brown spot on her side. My sister said she was like a fairy tale princess, all cleaned up for the ball, and called her Cinderella. Mother felt sure that Cindy had been abandoned, but our dad disagreed. He said he couldn't imagine anyone giving up such a fine dog. "She must be lost," he said. "We have to try to find her family." He asked us to think about how we would feel if one of our pets was lost and nobody tried to contact us. He said we needed to do the right thing. So we placed an ad in the newspaper and posted signs in our neighborhood, describing the lost dog. We waited anxiously to see if anyone would claim her, but fervently hoped that no one would.
Meanwhile, with each passing day, we grew more attached to the pup. When our dad would come into the room and find us playing with her, he would always say firmly but kindly, "Remember, she's not ours and we can't keep her." We would sigh and say, "Yes, we know." I know that Dad was trying to save us from disappointment. The only other puppy our family had owned had died suddenly of distemper and the loss had been traumatic for all of us. He didn't want us to get our hopes up when he felt sure the dog belonged to someone else.
Several weeks passed and still no one claimed the little dog. Then one day Daddy came home from work carrying a paper sack. We stood on our tiptoes to try to see inside as he rattled the bag mysteriously. Then he opened the top and pulled out a shiny new collar and leash. "Cindy is going to need these," he said, "since we're going to keep her!" We threw our arms around him and cried with joy and relief. The puppy was ours at last!
Cindy grew into a wonderful family pet. She was gentle and sweet-natured. She loved everyone, but she was always Daddy's dog. She would wait by the door for him to come home and he played with her every evening after work. He trained her carefully and he taught us how to take care of her and how to be responsible pet owners. We were always a fun-loving family and could never resist teasing each other. So sometimes when we would find Daddy playing with Cindy, we just had to tell him, "Now remember, she's not ours and we can't keep her!" He would just grin and go right back to playing with his dog. This June my dad turns 93 and he still remembers Cindy clearly. If you ask him about her, he will immediately smile and tell you that she was simply the best dog a family could have. He will share a favorite story about her and tell you that we are all better people for having known her. He still loves dogs and although he is no longer able to take care of one of his own, my sister takes her beautiful Collies to visit him often. Fifty years since Cindy first came into our lives, our happy memories of her live on and on. They are the enduring legacy of one little lost dog that we would love and keep her whole life through.
-- Susan Dart
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Marty's story began with us in 2003. I had just graduated from seminary when I received a call from a Humane Society asking if my rescue, the Recycled Pomeranian and Schipperke Rescue, had room for an older, toothless, midget of a Pom. Of course, I said yes.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
The computer guy was here this AM. He adjusted so many things (settings) in Vista. He has taken me off of hibernation. My computer goes to sleep like people with a sleep disorder do! Sometimes right in the middle of an Email. Then, other times it won't shut off no matter what I do! So he disabled some Vista features. THEN, also it has come BACK ON by itself! Really! I am not making this up. Crazy? It's POSSESSED is what I think it is.(There is an evil spirit inside of this box. LOL) (Actually, it's not funny, but how else should I deal with it?) I have felt this (almost, but not REALLY) for 3 months! We talked about putting Windows XP on here and he will do that for me if I want it done. He said that Vista uses up so much more power than Windows XP so that's why this computer doesn't seem that much faster than my old one, even though it's HUGE. If in a week, I have any more problems, that's what we will do. (Put Windows XP back on here). He says then this computer will fly. (It ought to do a dance for what it cost, actually, but it doesn't.) I don't know, I don't feel I had trouble with working with Vista, but if that's causing my computer to quit whenever it feels like it, I guess I do! He said many businesses have not gone to Vista because of this issue. However, he's been researching the fixes and hopes he has it resolved. If not he will come get this and put Windows XP on it. In Dec. (of 09) there will be a new operating system by Microsoft, I forget what they call it. But he advised me to let it get at least 6 months old before I put that on here...let them get all the bugs out of here. So, how do I feel about this? I think this computer will quit on me. I think it's a lemon. I think my only hope will be going back to Windows XP....and it saddens me because I wanted the latest thing. But I refuse to be without a computer every other day! So, I have to do what he is willing to do with the warranty he sold me with this computer.
At least I feel like he understands my frustration now. I don't think he even thinks I am too stupid, no more than any average person who isn't computer savvy like most of YOU. If I have trouble this is the plan.
Thanks for listening and wish me good luck!
Friday, May 1, 2009
by Melissa K. Garner
She was in the most mangled and distressed state that I have ever seen any animal. When I saw her for the first time my heart was wrenched in two. Her skin was a bright pink to red and her hair was thin and patchy, with a good bit that was bald. I could count every rib she had and then some. She wasn't sure if she could trust me and by the looks of her I would have to say that it appeared she wasn't sure if she could trust anyone. To make matters worse I wagered it hadn't been too long ago that she had had a litter of puppies. What I was most appalled at though was her condition and that someone could look at her and not realize she needed medical treatment or worse for them to look away. My first course of action was to get her something to eat and drink. The food I set out disappeared within a matter of seconds. So I offered her more. I wanted to hold her and bring her inside my home but with three other dogs and a child, and not knowing what was wrong with her, I couldn't risk it. September in Florida was warm so she wasn't in need of shelter except at night. I provided her what I could -- the garage. I told myself that if she were still hanging around Monday I would take her to the vet. She was friendly enough and my daughter was drawn to her. She showed no signs of aggression or ill-temperament. She wanted to give us kisses, all seemingly to convey her gratitude. Monday came and I loaded her up and called my employer and told them I would be late as I was taking this dog to the vet. She seemed happy just to be in the company of others, someone who cared. The whole way to the vet's office I was trying to think of a name for her for the paperwork. I truly believe God put on my heart to call her Hope. It seemed to fit in that she needed someone to give her hope and without realizing it, I too needed a little hope added back into my life. A little over a year ago I lost my beloved Sachel, a male boxer that I had raised from three days old. I have not fully gotten over the loss, and doubt I ever will. I dropped Hope off and left my information. Something inside me knew her condition was bad. I just prayed it wasn't too bad. When the vet called I braced for the bad news. First, she had a condition known as demodex -- a genetic form of the mange. It's minor and treatable. The second issue was she had hookworms, again relatively minor and treatable. She also had a yeast infection in her ears, another minor and treatable condition. The kicker was the diagnosis of heartworms. I thought it might be a possibility, but I prayed that this was not something I would have to deal with. I've never had a dog with heartworms, and I know how easily preventable they are. Nonetheless, this was what I faced, what we faced. We laid out a treatment plan, getting some of her infections and infestations under control before we proceeded with heartworm treatment. I was saddened because I know the treatment can also kill the animal. It was a risk. Following multiple vet visits we were on track with our plan. I had intended to find her a loving home, though I knew deep down no one would want a dog with heartworms. It's a devastating condition, and somewhat costly to treat. After the hookworms were no longer a concern, Hope was introduced to the rest of my clan. After a few wary growls and designation of territories, Hope became a part of the family. Once again, I had a plan in that she would stay outside, but it tore at my heart strings when the three others came inside and she stood at the door, again eyes pleading "Just love me." It wasn't long before Hope migrated indoors. I bought her a nice, cushy bed, but that was quickly foregone as she made her way into the bed with me and the others. Thankfully, I have a king bed to accommodate a three-year-old child, a Boxer, Cocker Spaniel, Boston Terrier, and now Hope who we have decided is an American Pit Bull Terrier mix. Her love for us is ever-present in her actions and her constant tail-wagging. Today Hope is receiving her heartworm treatment and I am holding my breath that all goes well. I believe she knew that deep down I would never give up on her, I would never give up Hope or having hope. I believe God knew this too, and this was why He led her to my door, where hope would be abounding for both of us. She has allowed me to heal from losing Sachel, and made me realize that we all just need a little hope and someone that will love us.
(Melissa K. Garner
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Today I got this letter in the mail from my doctor. I had a bunch of blood work done. I was worried....because last year my cholesterol was right at the 200 mark. Now, the doctor TOLD ME that was only because the heart healthy cholesterol was high, and they want it to be, but still..... I didn't like that number at 200. At that time we were still on Dave's work insurance. And they Flagged me for High Cholesterol. That made me mad!
Well, anyway today's report was wonderful! Get this! You will be proud of Merry! Today, my cholesterol is 175. The HDL is up and the LDL is where it should be and I am thrilled. I use to have this reading when I was running in my 30s-early 50s! Also my kidney function tests, sodium, potassium, blood sugar and calcium are all NORMAL. Let's hear you say "Hooray" for Merry! Thank you!
Those of you who know me well, know that I dieted last year and lost approximately 30 lb, which is a lot for a short small person. I am convinced that is why it was down. I was never medically obese, my BMI was nomal at the worst, but barely. :) After I lost the weight my BMI dropped way down, back like when I use to run. I do worry about heart disease, I've seen what Dave has been through. My brother in law had a triple by pass last year. And my Mom had Diabetes. I know all the problems and diseases Diabetes can cause, and I do not want it!
I plan to diet off those Cruise pounds after Mother's Day. But I lose slowly because I am inactive due to my back and neck, I just can't do much. I have to do by diet alone. But I don't have many to lose this year, not even a size, I do not weigh, I go by how my clothes fit and I want to be size 6 like I was last summer. Ri9ght now I am a size 8. So this means probably not even 10-12 lb, I have to lose. It may take me longer than those who can exercise, but I will do it. Because I am as stubborn as they come and I do not like extra weight on my body.
If anyone wants to join me, let me know. I think it's a lot easier to do if you have a diet buddy and Dave cheats a lot. :)
It's been so long since I posted. I want to post about our trip, and I want to update you on other things, but I am getting behind. So, I will try to do that very soon. But here is a post on you about life here now with Dave retired.
Things are good here, you know? Dave is a good guy and he loves me. But men don't see or understand that certain jobs have to be done other than weekly cleaning. Like I was explaining to Dave that I was going to have to Spring house cleaning. I told him I was going to start in the kitchen, and work toward my closets as I will be putting winter clothes away in a couple weeks. But I said, since he always wants to "help" me, I would like to do the kitchen cabinets, just a few day until they are done. I have done this every year for almost 47 years, but he hasn't been at home then! LOL
Get this: Dave looks at me strangely for a long time... then he says, "Well, Merry, I think that should wait until the weather is bad!!!!" Do you believe this? I try to explain that if I waited to do those jobs until the weather was bad, it wouldn't be called "spring" (& then "fall") housecleaning! I couldn't believe it. He was dead serious. It was actually funny. Men are aliens when it comes to the real running a house. At least most are. So, I did a few alone and will get them done that way. Dave thinks that dusting, vacuuming, floor washing and clothes washing & ironing are all housework entails. And he vacuums and does yard work, so I can it's not out of proportion for me to do everything else! I really think that before he retired he had no idea how hard I really do work around here! Do I have to be so fussy? No! That IS MY choice, I admit. I am not a casual easy going type person. Sometimes, I wish I were, but that's not me. I am very scheduled and regimented and those of you who know me well, know this. I wonder, what planet do you think Dave & all husbands came from? LOL Ah well, he's does vacuum for me and even folds clothes at times, so I can't gripe too much. I just thought it was sort of funny. I bet every retired couple goes through this!
Love you, one and all!
Monday, February 23, 2009
I spent the week before my daughter's June wedding running last-minute trips to the caterer, florist, tuxedo shop, and the church about forty miles away. As happy as I was that Patsy was marrying a good Christian young man, I felt laden with responsibilities as I watched my budget dwindle . . So many details, so many bills, and so little time. My son Jack was away at college, but he said he would be there to walk his younger sister down the aisle, taking the place of his dad who had died a few years before. He teased Patsy, saying he'd wanted to give her away since she was about three years old! To save money, I gathered blossoms from several friends who had large magnolia trees. Their luscious, creamy-white blooms and slick green leaves would make beautiful arrangements against the rich dark wood inside the church. After the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding, we banked the podium area and choir loft with magnolias. As we left just before midnight, I felt tired but satisfied this would be the best wedding any bride had ever had! The music, the ceremony, the reception - and especially the flowers - would be remembered for years. The big day arrived - the busiest day of my life - and while her bridesmaids helped Patsy to dress, her fiancé Tim walked with me to the sanctuary to do a final check. When we opened the door and felt a rush of hot air, I almost fainted; and then I saw them - all the beautiful white flowers were black. Funeral black. An electrical storm during the night had knocked out the air conditioning system, and on that hot summer day, the flowers had wilted and died. I panicked, knowing I didn't have time to drive back to our hometown, gather more flowers, and return in time for the wedding. Tim turned to me. 'Edna, can you get more flowers? I'll throw away these dead ones and put fresh flowers in these arrangements.' I mumbled, 'Sure,' as he be-bopped down the hall to put on his cuff links. Alone in the large sanctuary, I looked up at the dark wooden beams in the arched ceiling. 'Lord,' I prayed, 'please help me. I don't know anyone in this town. Help me find someone willing to give me flowers - in a hurry!' I scurried out praying for four things: the blessing of white magnolias,courage to find them in an unfamiliar yard, safety from any dog that may bite my leg, and a nice person who would not get out a shotgun when I asked to cut his tree to shreds. As I left the church, I saw magnolia trees in the distance. I approached a house...No dog in sight. I knocked on the door and an older man answered. So far so good . .No shotgun. When I stated my plea the man beamed, 'I'd be happy to!' He climbed a stepladder and cut large boughs and handed them down to me.Minutes later, as I lifted the last armload into my car trunk, I said, 'Sir, you've made the mother of a bride happy today.' 'No, Ma'am,' he said. 'You don't understand what's happening here.' 'What?' I asked. 'You see, my wife of sixty-seven years died on Monday. On Tuesday I received friends at the funeral home, and on Wednesday . . . He paused. I saw tears welling up in his eyes. 'On Wednesday I buried her.' He looked away. 'On Thursday most of my out-of-town relatives went back home, and on Friday - yesterday - my children left.' I nodded. 'This morning,' he continued, 'I was sitting in my den crying out loud. I miss her so much. For the last sixteen years, as her health got worse, she needed me. But now nobody needs me. This morning I cried, 'Who needs an eighty-six-year-old wore-out man? Nobody!' I began to cry louder. 'Nobody needs me!' About that time, you knocked, and said, 'Sir, I need you. 'I stood with my mouth open. He asked, 'Are you an angel? The way the light shone around your head into my dark living room...' I assured him I was no angel. He smiled. 'Do you know what I was thinking when I handed you those magnolias?' 'No.' 'I decided I'm needed. My flowers are needed. Why, I might have a flower ministry! I could give them to everyone! Some caskets at the funeral home have no flowers. People need flowers at times like that and I have lots of them. They're all over the backyard! I can give them to hospitals, churches - all sorts of places. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to serve the Lord until the day He calls me home!' I drove back to the church, filled with wonder. On Patsy's wedding day, if anyone had asked me to encourage someone who was hurting, I would have said, 'Forget it! It's my only daughter's wedding, for goodness' sake! There is no way I can minister to anyone today.' But God found a way. Through dead flowers. 'Life is not the way it's supposed to be. It's the way it is. The way you cope with it is what makes the difference.' If you have missed knowing me, you have missed nothing. If you have missed some of my emails, you may have missed a laugh. But, if you have missed knowing my LORD and SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST, you have missed everything in the world. May God's blessings be upon you.
THIS IS SO TRUE, BEING NEEDED IS SO UPLIFTING TO EACH OF US.
Hope all of you enjoyed this one, it made me cry. My good friend Jane sends me some great stuff. Thank you, Jane!
Love to all of you!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Not many of us leave that impression as we go through life. But once in a while a guy like this comes around and I grabbed him up early on while the grabbing was good div>
Sent to me from a very dear friend whom I met through the Bichon Frise Dog List (Club). We've been friends for a good many years now. We had 4 Bichons throughout past years, losing our last one Nov. of 2007. Thank Goodness we do stll have Kaycee, our wonder Maltese! But Bichon are indeed an extra special breed and I almost think you have to have had one to know what I mean.
This could be true for cats, too, I just don't know because we haven't had a cat for 35 or more years.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
I got up at 4:30 AM so I could have time to change the sheets and also clean the bathrooms plus drink coffee and get myself ready to go to the travel agnecy by 9 AM. It's no big deal as I get up a lot by 5:30. Maybe with Dave home, I will sleep later, but I doubt it. I DO take an afternoon nappy when I am home though. I am not especially proud of it, but my back and neck really hurt by early afternoon and I take my meds and a nap after lunch.
Spme people have said that the Kennedy men didn't have real great scruples. I don't actually know but I do not think their Dad Joe, did . Why all those women put up with that, I can't figure. Well, Joan Kennedy didn't. I bet Michelle Obama wouldn't put up with that kind of nonsense! I'd like to say Cindy McCain wouldn't, but I did hear than John had an eye for the young women (well, even younger than Cindy and she is younger than his first wife). I think Jill Biden is nice looking woman too. I heard she had a Ph.D. but I do not know what in. She is a 2nd wife, his first wife died in a horrible traffic accident hit by a drunk driver when their children were growing up. Dave doesn't like any Democrat much, but he does respect Joe Biden. Joe Biden always rode the train from Delaware into Washington, DC so that he could go home and be with his children. I don't know how long he's been married to Jill, but she looks a LOT younger than him. I don't agree with most of Joe Biden's politics, but I do respect the man.
I always wear makeup do. I do that even when I am not going to leave the house. Wear earrings, too. Wash, dry, use hot air brush on hair daily. Then I use either a curling iron, or just a hot brush on my hair, depending on how long it's been since my last perm. If I am REALLY sick, I will skip my hair for one day. It's part of me getting my day in order. My way of "controlling my world." That and showering every AM and taking a bubble bath every night. I use lots of lotion (no fancy big brand names though because I go through a ton of them since I shower or bathe 2 x a day. Then at night the getting ready for bed ritual is like I told you mine is. I have become a "dream customer" for the cosmetic companies that have counters in our Younkers, which is our "fanciest" "most upscale" store in our mall. Not that that makes it REALLY "FANCY." I don't have any famous celebrity type make-up. I get Cliique's 3 step, (cleansing wash, toner, & light conditioning lotion). I use Estee (sp?) Lauder Makeup and Mascara, Revlon cream Blush (though), and Lancome Lipstick. I use a little of every counter's fragrances. I especially like Precious by either Elizabeth Arden or Estee Lauder & "Happy" or Happy floral by Clinique. I also tried "PREVAGE" (by Estee Lauder or maybe it's Elizabeth Arden.) It was supposed to take every wrinkle away. Well, guess what, it didn't. So, I didn't buy it again. It was really expensive. Jane and I talk and like she said, none or all of that stuff is going to take our wrinkles away, (they use 20 year old models) but we can still make the best of ourselves. I do this even in the hospital once I am able to brush my teeth!) I use Lancome uplifting cream, and then Clinique (because it's cheaper and just as good to me as any of the more expensive ones) day moisturizer and their night one. Oh, eye cream, eye cream always, too. I was using a mascara remover. Remember when every once in a while I would tell you I had horrible eye pain? Once my doctor even sent me to my Opthamologist. Well, guess what? It was that mascara remover. Sooooo, I do NOT use that anymore! I bet I spend at least $150 a month on my face. (I do not say this to brag, I really believe I need it and I believe my skin is like it is because I do all these steps to keep it the best it can be. (Nothing will make it "YOUNG.") (Other than plastic surgery, which I don't have the $$ for and anyway, I don't know about going through that pain.) This isn't hard to do when I had Dave depositing every 2 wk. into my household and personal expense checking account. However with retirement it may become a BIG challenge!
Today we went to the Travel Agency AAA, and got our Intinery for our trip. Then we went and applied for our passports at the post office. I hope I don't have a problem with that spelling of my first name. I have a letter (from our lawyer notarized that says Mary Kenyon is the same person as Merry Kenyon). When we updated on Wills last year, we planned and asked our attorney to get my name legally changed but she said we didn't need to. My School diplomas, my Social Security, my Driver's license says Merry, too. The guy at the Post office said, Just tell anyone if they question it that you prefer to spell it the way you do. Then he said, the ONLY time you MIGHT run into trouble is if you'd get into a situation where there was terrorist activity!! I thought, "Oh boy," I should have had it changed long ago. Well, I don't have time now! Then we decided we must take a trip to Vancouver in the future since we will have passports 10 yr. And maybe go to Jamaica again. We really liked it there. Other than that, we plan to stay in the USA. We went out to lunch.
Dave was going to take a test to do Census part time, but they canceled the test because our weather got bad AGAIN. Blowing snow and frigidly cold. So, it's set for next week. This is a part time temporary job.
I do hope that the bad weather doesn't keep anyone from the other Standard Bearing Stores from coming for Dave's party! I am a little nervous. And gee, I hope I don't bawl.
I've yapped too long and I yapped way too much about stupid stuff like cosmetics. They are what are I wear, but they are not what I am or what matters most to me that I think define me and make me the person I am. (Rather they are just my weakness, like some people have their nails done, or massages, I don't do those things, I do what I already said.) That and the every other month body perm I get.
It's time to GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Good night my friends!