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Monday, July 12, 2010

Flea Market Finds

A couple of weekends ago I went to a local flea market with my sisters and husband. It was hot and sticky out.

This flea market had everything imaginable. Old things, new things, junk, food, toys, furniture, etc. We didn't even walk through the whole thing.

Here are just a few of the treasures or oddities that caught my eye.

I just love these blue painted chairs.



I don't know how comfortable they would be, but that is my favorite color of blue!

Look at this old table/drawers. Just think of all the things you could keep in them!



These glass bottles called to me, standing there so pretty all in a row, with the sun glistening off their different shapes.





Here are some old canned goods.



I wonder if they were for real or if the labels were reproduced and just stuck on new cans. I didn't pick up a can to see if they were empty or not. Hmmm......

Some people are just so crafty. Just look at what they did with this old step ladder.



Right next to it was this old high chair. Another beauty!



Here are some old chairs just begging to be bought and refinished. I was surprised to see that the one on the left was actually a rocking chair with no arms.



I stumbled across this box of troll dolls. Remember these? These came out when I was young, but then didn't they reappear in the 90's? I wonder when these are from - back when or "way back when"?



We found this old rag doll. Can you read what's printed on her apron? Click to enlarge the photo.



But here's the REAL DEAL Raggedy Ann. Did you have one growing up? I did. Look at that price! $85.00!



But I have something to show you that's even pricier than that doll. These two dolls cost $150 each. And they are "U-G-L-Y, you ain't got no alibi, you're UGLY". They MUST be antiques for that price. They were very heavy, too.

Meet Ugly Baby #1



And Ugly Baby #2



True, Ugly Baby #2 isn't as bad as Ugly Baby #1, but still *shudder*. Could be "Chuckie's" spawn.



Speaking of scary, remember these old Halloween costumes?



I thought this looked like Kathie Lee Gifford at first.



But I see on the side of the box that it says, "Cinderella". Oh.

This is the kind of costume we used to wear as kids, right? Bought them at the Five and Dime Store or K-Mart. Consisted of a plastic mask and a one piece cheap costume. We were LUCKY if we got this. Otherwise we went as a bum and burn a cork to rub all over our face. Whoop-dee-do. Kids nowadays go trick-or-treating in these elaborate costumes. Yeah right. They have no idea. But again, we used to go out for hours carrying a pillow case and come back home with it filled with candy. Now parents are too afraid to send kids more than a couple houses away for fear someone will put pins or a razor blade in their candy. So I guess it's a trade off. Shitty costume/great amounts of candy or fantastic costume/handful of candy. Yep. We had it better.

For all you Parrot Heads out there - It's Five O'Clock Somewhere!



These are original Tinker Toys in the original container for $20.



Look at this old-fashioned pull toy. I just love it!



You saw all those wonderful things above, and might be wondering just what exactly I bought.

Well, none of the above.

Not that I didn't want to, mind you.

Space is an issue, of course.

So this is what I did buy.

I bought this nice travel bag for $10.



It's a Vera Bradley knock-off. The real thing would cost me anywhere from $69-$92. Granted, it would be a little nicer, but for $10, this one will do!

My other great find is.......

Are you ready?

Don't be jealous now.....

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"Say what? A bowl full of smiles," You ask?

Oh, no, my friend. Not just a bowl full of smiles.

You see, these smiles squirt.

Oh yes they do.

There's a tiny hole right by their smile. So, you squeeze the ball, submerge it in water, let the ball fill up with water, then fire away. The guy at the flea market said that they shoot up to 20 feet!

I know. I am a sucker.

Why do I have a bowl full of them? 25 to be exact? Well, in a couple of weeks we leave for our annual camping trip with Jim's family. I usually try to bring something goofy (besides ourselves) to entertain the troops. What sounds like more fun than smiley squirt guns.

But wait. There's more.

I opened up a new box of Honey Nut Cheerios and guess what was inside?



That right there is a Fiona (from Shrek) squirter. See the hole in her little crown? Oh yes boys and girls, Patty's got herself a SPECIAL shooter.

So here's Fiona and the boys. Notice how some of the smileys turned around to smile at the Queen.



Oh, yeah. The guy who sold me these also suggested that I could wash these out and fill them with, let's say, liquor. Then we'd have "shooters" all right! (Although I don't see the need to wash them out - won't the alcohol kill all the germs?)

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Rambling; adj: straying from one subject to another

I couldn't think of a better title for this post. I have a lot of loose ends to tie up so I thought I'd do it all in one post.

First of all, thanks to everyone for your well-wishes. I'm slowly getting better. I'm still blowing my nose every few minutes (where does all that crap COME FROM?). If that isn't bad enough, now my ears squeak like a dog toy every time I blow my nose. Luckily no one else can hear this noise, unless it's like a dog whistle. I wonder if I had a dog if he'd look like this if he heard that noise?



Every time I think I have my coughing under control, I break out in a coughing spasm. I love this when it wakes me from a sound sleep. It reminds me of the time I saw a magician at Great America. He called a large group of people up from the audience. Then he proceeded to hypnotize them all. Then he told them that they all had uncontrollable gas and they were farting and all this other embarrassing stuff. The hypnotized group were acting all crazy, like they could hardly stay seated because so much gas was escaping, some people were rolling on the floor, and then when the magician said it smelled, well, you could imagine - everybody started waving their hands in front of their noses. Why am I telling you all this? Because I feel like I've been hypnotized, only the magician is telling me to COUGH, even when I don't WANT to. It's not as funny as farting, granted, but the point is, having no control.

Jim hasn't gotten sicker, but he hasn't gotten better. So he coughs now and then, sneezes, and just feels crummy. But he takes his Ny-Quill and is out for the night.

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Which leads me to my next bit of news.

We decided to cancel our trip to the East coast. I was VERY, VERY disappointed. One of my best friend's son is getting married on the beach in Corolla, North Carolina. Our plan was to take our time driving over 6 days from Illinois to Virginia. We were going to camp in Virginia Beach, VA (the closest we could get) for three days. Then we were going to take the "Chunnel" under Chesapeake Bay to Chincoteague Island, VA, and spend three days there. That is one of my most favorite places in the world. I will have to do a separate post on just that place, along with Assateague Island.

Anyway, I called my friend, Vicki, and told her the bad news. We both cried. She understood why I wasn't coming, since she could tell how sick I was (since I still sound like Kathleen Turner). So I have to be at the wedding in spirit only.

Here are a couple photos of Vicki and me when she came in to visit last year. That's my granddaughter Lily at about 6 months old. Vicki and I only had about a 3 hour visit, but as you can see, we still had fun. We laugh a lot when we are together.





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My sister, Pam, was so touched by all your kind words over the loss of her dog, Nickoli. She said, "What NICE PEOPLE you have comment on your blog!"

I said, "But of course!"

Benny, her dog-in-waiting, did very well with his first heartworm shot. The first 48 hours are the most critical. Benny maintained his appetite and came through okay. Pam has been keeping in touch with Benny's foster mom all week. We will probably make another trip to see Benny right before he is due his second shot.

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My bathroom is super small in the trailer. It's like a tiny closet. A water closet! The dictionary reads, "water closet –noun.an enclosed room or compartment containing a toilet bowl fitted with a mechanism for flushing. (Origin 1745-55) Ours just has the toilet in it. The sink is outside of the tiny room. So when I walk into the bathroom, I barely have room to turn around, and sit down. When it's in the middle of the night I usually stumble in there in the dark and do my business with the lights off. Last night while sitting there I thought how this little room reminded me of a confessional (only I would be kneeling instead, uh, peeing), and (hang on folks, this really is leading somewhere) this reminded me of two confessional jokes.

1) Young Danny waited in line to the confessional to confess his sins. Finally it was his turn.

He entered the confessional, knelt down, made the sign of the cross and said, "Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession. The other day I touched a girl's breasts."

Father Anthony said, "Was it Mary O'Leary?"

"No, Father."

"Was it Colleen Flannagan?"

"No, Father."

"Was it Kelly O'Connor?"

"No, Father."

"Well, then, say 3 Hail Marys, and 2 Our Fathers."

"Yes, Father."

Danny left the confessional and slid quickly in the pew next to his friend Tommy.

"Well," Tommy asked. "Whatcha' get?"

Danny grinned, "Three Hail Marys, 2 Our Fathers, and 3 good leads!!"





2) A drunken man staggered in to a Catholic church and sat down in
the confession box, but said nothing. The bewildered priest coughed to
attract his attention, but still the man said nothing. The priest then
knocked on the wall three times in a final attempt to get the man to
speak. Finally, the drunk replied, "No use knockin' mate, there ain't no
paper in this one either."

Friday, July 9, 2010

Weekend Reflections - Full Metal Robe



Some of my followers might have seen this before. This is a beautiful exhibit in the Seattle Art Museum called, "Some/One" by Do-Ho Suh, made up of thousands of dog tags.



Here is a close up of the tags.



Another shot of the dog tag robe.



My reflection inside the robe as I'm taking a picture of it.



Here is a little more info on the sculpture.




For more reflections, please visit James.

How to have a voice like Kathleen Turner's without even trying

My bed has been my haven for the past few days. I'd like to say I was, ahem, busy making my trailer rock, *wiggling eyebrows*, but that would have taken too much energy. I got hit with this terrible cold, cough, hacking-up-a-lung, forever-blowing-my-ever-dripping-schnoz, feeling-like-I'm-swallowing-razor-blades, sounding-like-I-smoked-2-packs-of-Marlboro's-a-day-voice illness.

It hasn't been pretty.

At night I sleep in the recliner so a) my head is raised and I don't cough as much; and b) so I don't keep my husband up all night with my coughing (at least ONE of us can sleep!)

By day I crawl into the bed and doze, or read, or watch TV. Temperatures the past couple of days have been in the high 80's with humidity to match. It's been miserable. Sometimes it's hard for the trailer's a/c to keep up. But the bedroom is always nice and cool. I keep the shades drawn; the sheets are cool. Nothing feels better to someone who's running a mild temperature. A king sized bed feels REALLY big when you're the only one in it!



(Note the book, laptop, TV remote all within reach. If you look in the mirror you can see the reflection of the TV. I had to make sure that you didn't see ME standing there in my underwear and T-shirt taking this picture, reflected in the mirror, and turning this photo into one of those creepy pictures you see on e-bay where people sell their stuff with their naked reflections in them. Yucko!)

Tuesday we had to take the trailer in to have some minor work done. The place opened at 6:30 A. FREAKIN' M. They recommended that we get the trailer in ASAP. Yeah, right, that would be happening.

We got out of bed at 6:00 am. Well, let's just say Jim got up, I kind of stumbled, mumbled and growled. You see, not only do we have to get up early, we also have to pack down the trailer, take it in, THEN WE HAVE NO HOME at the wee hours of the morning. And I feel like, well, for lack of a better word, shit.

I was NOT a happy camper.

We got the trailer in a 7:40 a.m.

Jim talked to the guy at the shop till 7:45 a.m.

Tick-tock.

Now what.

That's all I wanted to do was lie down and die. My head was throbbing, I couldn't stop coughing and basically I just needed to shove a wad of kleenex up both nostrils to stop the dripping. Either my nose was dripping OR it was so stuffed that I couldn't breath. No happy medium.

I told Jim that I wanted to go to one of those Immediate Care places to get on some medicine. We are supposed to leave on a big trip on Saturday*.

So we went to the Immediate Care place down the road.

I was the only one in the waiting room. How strange.

I still had to wait.

Finally a nurse called my name and brought me into the room. She was friendly enough, didn't even weigh me (YAHOO!), just asked me my weight (had I known that was going to be the case I would have LIED). She asked me if I was on any medication and my head was pretty fuzzy at this point. I usually carry a card listing everything I take and the dosage, but I just changed purses and didn't put everything in the new one. I explained that to the nurse and told her that I DID happen to have my pills with me. (I didn't eat breakfast yet so I just grabbed them.) I ran out of the room, grabbed the pills, came back in and spilled them on the table, pointing out each one and telling her what they were. She was pretty impressed.

She did one of those instant Strep tests on me, which I warned her that I had a SIGNIFICANT gag reflex. I must have put the fear of GOD in her because the look on her face was priceless when she heard me gag! I must say, she moved pretty fast! But I didn't puke, just made the gag sound.

I had to wait some more even though I didn't hear ANY activity happening ANYWHERE. Finally a doctor came in. I pegged him to be in his early 50's. But I don't think he had been a doctor for a long time, because he didn't seem real sure of himself. He made this kind of "ha-ha" laugh after every thing he said.

I know. Reassuring as all get out.

Finally he said he would give me two prescriptions - one for the congestion, and one antibiotic. He wanted me to wait to fill the antibiotic for three days to see if I really needed it. The other prescription? Nose spray. Yeah. You can bet your sweet bippy I filled that antibiotic in a New York minute and popped that horse pill down with breakfast.

That's what we did next. Went to breakfast, spent some time at the library, and then went to a movie. They tried to stop me when they saw me carrying in a plastic bag. They said, "Sorry. We don't allow any food from the outside to be brought in."

I quipped, "It's a box of kleenex and cough drops."

I opened up the bag for the girl to look, and she went to reach inside to dig around. I yelped, "Don't touch it! It's full of snot rags!"

Her arm shot back like the bag was full of snakes. Jeez.

We saw Toy Story 3 in 3D. I didn't really care if we saw it in 3D or not, but it was playing at noon and we needed to waste some time so 3D it was. The movie is great, I give it a thumbs up!

I think I'm on the road to recovery, although I still sound like a combination of Suzanne Pleshette



and Kathleen Turner



only now she looks like this



I suppose Jim would like if I said something sexy to him, but I can't really say a whole sentence without a cough or my voice giving out. Plus, he probably doesn't even want me NEAR him, but it's too late. He's got the germ. He's been sniffling, sneezing, coughing here and there, and letting out the big sighs like, "OH, I AM SICK".

You know what I'm thinking.

No?

I'm thinking, "YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET, BUSTER!"




*Our plans are to leave for North Carolina on Saturday for a wedding. We will take 6 days to drive to our destination. But now that Jim is getting sick, our plans might all have to be canceled because this cold/cough is a doozy and who feels like DRIVING when you feel like that?

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

All for the love of a dog - Part Two

Pam missed Nickoli terribly. She missed knowing that he wouldn't be waiting for her when she returned home from work. Her home seemed so empty without him.

A day didn’t go by that she didn’t think of him and cry.

At first she wasn’t ready to open her heart and her home to another dog. It was too soon.

She thought that she would wait at least till the fall before getting another dog. The days started ticking by, and before she knew it, it was over a month since Nickoli had passed.

And even though Pam knew in her heart that she’d NEVER have a dog like Nickoli, she was ready to get another one.

She began searching the internet, checking out the shelters from not only Illinois, but also Indiana and Wisconsin.

Indiana runs a program through their local prison where the prisoner is responsible for a shelter dog. The dog attends a basic training program for 8 weeks, and out comes a well behaved, trained dog. The prisoner learns pride and self esteem, and the dogs have a wonderful place to live and develop a good relationship with the prisoners. It’s a win-win situation.

Pam saw a dog that she thought she could love, named Hunter, a golden retriever. I told her that I’d go with her to “prison” to visit Hunter. I even had the perfect outfit to do so - I called it my “Johnny Cash” outfit because it was all black. Pam warned me that I couldn’t take pictures - something to do with the prisoner’s identity or some silly thing. I didn’t care - think of the blog fodder!

But it wasn’t meant to be. Pam was fourth in line for Hunter. She didn’t have a chance.

There were other dogs.

There was Trapper. She even went to see him. He was a flat coat retriever/boarder collie mix. My brother went with Pam this time. Trapper was cute, but Pam felt like there was something “off” about him. She didn’t feel a connection, either, like she had with Nickoli. The shelter really was looking for someone who was home all day for Trapper. Well, Pam worked, so that was not possible. It turned out that Trapper had a lot of separation anxiety and didn’t like to be left alone. They didn’t exactly spell this out to Pam, until she called to say that she wasn’t interested in him.

She called about a golden who was past her prime in breeding. Goldens are beautiful dogs and have wonderful personalities. Our brother has a golden so Pam knew the breed and that she would be happy with one. She called and talked to the breeder. He was happy to give his dog to Pam.

One problem.

The dog wasn’t housebroken.

Six years old and never housebroken.

Strange, I know.

Pam was beginning to realize how lucky she had been with Nickoli. She got him without knowing much about his background, or huskies, at all. Never once did Nickoli have an “accident” in the house, even if she was gone long hours for work.

She thought she would NEVER get another dog as great as Nickoli.

But then she found Benny. Just look at that sweet face. Pam fondly calls him, "Ba-ba-ba-Benny and the Jets"!



And it was LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.

She felt an instant connection to this dog. Some how, some way, just through his picture on the internet, she KNEW this was the dog for her.

Benny is a husky/border collie mix. He tested HIGH/POSITIVE for heartworm.

This is not good.

Heartworm is exactly what it sounds like. Worms attack the heart. It is transferred from mosquitoes. What is so sad is that this can be prevented by giving your dog a simple heartworm pill every month. For more information about heartworm, click here.

Benny was picked up in the south, where it is hot and humid, there are many mosquitoes, and where many dogs that end up in the shelter are found to have heartworm. He was wandering around on the fairgrounds eating out of garbage cans for 10 days before someone finally called the local animal shelter. They, in turn called the shelter in Indiana, who specialize in the husky breed, and they drove down to pick Benny up, along with another husky.

Benny was a pretty sick dog. He was thin, his fur was rough looking, and he was missing a couple of teeth. He was sent to a foster home , and treated with kid gloves. His foster mom, Chris, fed him home cooked meals 7 times a day to fatten him up. He was also on antibiotics for one month.

In the meantime, Pam has decided that Benny is THE ONE. She called the shelter and told them.

Their response? “Benny has to undergo two months of heartworm treatment. It’s pretty rough. But we have many other wonderful dogs.”

“No,” Pam said firmly, “I want Benny. I will wait for him.”

The shelter thought it would be a good idea if Pam visited Benny before his first heartworm shot. It was a two and a half hour drive from Pam’s house to the foster home.

We left early Sunday morning and headed for Indiana. It was a beautiful sunny day, the GPS had the address loaded in, and my camera was in my lap. Benny here we come!



We got there in no time (or so it seemed).

Chris met us in the driveway. Her white little two story house was off to the right; the kennel was to the left. Chris is foster mom to 9 dogs. This is her life. Literally. She LOVES these dogs. She lives and breathes these dogs. This woman is amazing.

She led us to a fenced in area to the left, opened a gate, where we stood while she closed the gate behind us before opening another gate in front of us. To the right of us was a small red building.

We spotted Benny right away and Pam yelled out, “Benny!”



There were several huskies milling around, too.

Chris entered into the fenced yard and commandeered every dog except Benny into their separate cages. Benny would have his own one-on-one time. Then we were allowed to enter the backyard.

Pam and Benny ran up to each other and it was as if he was expecting her! He jumped up and kissed her, licking her face.



Pam, Chris, and I sat down and talked (well some of the time we talked, other times Pam was busy making out with Benny).







Benny is such a sweet natured dog.



He loves the water.





Pam brought Benny a toy. It was a big hit. He wouldn’t put it down.





The director of the shelter also recommended that Pam bring something with her scent on it to give to Benny so that he would remember her smell. So Pam brought her pillowcase so that when Benny is lying on his cot, feeling awful from his shot, maybe he can draw some comfort from Pam’s smell. Here’s hoping!

Pam had a heart-to-heart with Benny and told him about how rough the next couple of months will be. But she would pray for him and wait for him. Here’s Benny looking intently into Pam’s eyes seeming to believe and understand every word.



The longer we sat there and conversed with Chris, the more we were blown away by this woman’s knowledge of dogs in general, and huskies in particular. She’d point out a dog and tell us some idiosyncrasy of it, then point to another and say something like, “Oh and there’s so-and-so who only likes to have her leash put on in this corner of the yard.”

Chris lives on 3 acres of land; of which is divided up into three different sections. One section is the house and a fenced-in back yard, another area is the outside kennel and huge fenced in yard, and the third is just an open area.

The outside kennel has five fenced cages with cement slabs that can be easily rinsed. At the back of these areas are doggie doors which allow the dogs to enter into the red building. Inside is an extension of their cages with cots for sleeping, and the building is air conditioned with large fans circulating.

Here is a picture of Benny inside the kennel, lying on his raised cot, chewing on his new toy.



She also keeps four foster dogs in her home, BESIDES her own husky, Max. She invited us into her home. Imagine being greeted by 5 large dogs when you opened the door! It was a little intimidating, but none of the dogs were aggressive, and none barked. I was amazed that there was NO ODOR in the house, and NO DOG HAIR to be seen. How can that be? The dogs have free roam of her house, except for the upstairs.



Chris explained that she bought this old house and gutted it, remodeling it to be specifically a “dog house”. Lots of rooms have two doors to them so if she needs to separate dogs she’ll put one in a room and open another door to let a dog out.

The dogs sleep on the enclosed porch in these cages. They can come and go as they please through the doggie door.



This is the backyard with one of her new recruits who is a little skittish.



We thanked Chris for her time, and both Pam and I feel so much better knowing that Benny is in such a nice place while he is getting treatment.

Today Benny had his first treatment shot. He is not feeling too well. The first 24 hours are the most critical. Please pray that Benny makes it through this harsh treatment plan that includes injecting arsenic in his back muscle. The poison goes into his bloodstream then into his heart, thus killing the worms. Benny is to stay quiet for four weeks, because any activity could cause the worms to die in mass and flood the lungs, causing circulatory shock or congestive heart failure, possibly causing sudden collapse and death. He will be taken out on a leash to do his duty, then back into his cage. This will be his life for the next month. Just when he'll start to feel better, it will be time to have another shot. Then another four weeks of quiet time. Then he will be neutered, and FINALLY he will be able to go home to Pam. It will be a joyous day indeed!

I like to think this is Benny dreaming of his new life with my sister, his new mommy.

Monday, July 5, 2010

All for the love of a dog

THIS IS A LOVE STORY.

A love story between a woman and a dog.

The woman is my sister, Pam, and her husky, Nickoli.



They met 10 years ago.

At that time, Pam had recently ended a long term rocky relationship. She always loved dogs and felt the need to have one in her life.

There was a shelter not to far from where Jim and I lived, so Pam called me up and asked if I wanted to take a ride out with her and help her pick out a dog.

I was happy to help out. My daughter, Jessica came too.

We drove out to the shelter with high expectations. There were little dogs, fat dogs, and a dog with a broken hip; none of which seemed to appeal to Pam. She decided that she wanted a bigger dog.

The woman told us that three of their dogs were being shown at the local PetSmart store in hopes that passersby would want to adopt one of them. They were all bigger dogs, one of them being a husky.

I don’t even remember what kind of breeds the other dogs were; I only remember seeing the 4 year old husky - Nickoli. He was a beauty. He sat tall and proud and had the bluest eyes I ever saw. And when Pam walked up to him, he leaned his head on her leg.

It was love at first sight.

Pam kissed Nickoli all over his face, petted him, talked to him, and walked him up and down the aisles in the store.

She decided that THIS was the dog that she wanted. She told the pet adoption agency and they said, “Why don’t you think about this. Go out to lunch and talk it over, come back in an hour and if you still want Nickoli, he’s yours. We’ll hold him for you.”

So we left the store, got in the car, Pam smoked a cigarette, then said, “What the hell am I doing? I don’t need an hour to decide. I want Nickoli.”

With that we all trooped back in the store and she said, “I don’t need to think about it. I definitely want Nickoli.”

We piled into the car, Pam and I in the front seat, Jessica in the back seat with Nickoli. Jessica later told me that it was a little scary sitting next Nickoli as he towered over her. We really were taking a chance, but Nickoli behaved himself. He just sat in the car like he belonged, taking turns between staring out the window and at Jessica.

Pam said she only questioned herself once when she was driving home and looked at this huge dog in her rearview mirror and thought, “What the heck did I just do?”

But Nickoli was a good dog from that day forward.

He was her companion, her buddy, who she talked to when she got home from work, the first face she saw when she got up in the morning, and the last face she saw when she went to bed.

Nickoli weighed about 50 pounds when Pam first got him, and grew to about 100 pounds through the years. Yes, it’s true, he was slightly overweight, but he was a very big husky, tall AND long.


Pam, Nickoli (sticking his tongue in MY EAR), me (before I was a blond)

We had lost our mother almost a year before Pam got Nickoli, so her death was still a raw tender scab on our hearts. Quite often Pam would lie on the floor and cry, clinging to Nick, somehow drawing comfort from this big dog who would tolerate her tears on his fur.

There was nothing Pam wouldn’t do for him. She frequently baked him home made treats so he would not go without a snack.

Pam was a good doggie mommy. When Nickoli’s health started to fail, she did research and found homeopathic ways to either help or cure his ailments.

Two years ago Nickoli was diagnosed with discoid lupus. The vet said that the only way to treat it was with steroids. Unfortunately, that was very bad for an old dog. Pam did some research and found some natural supplements that she gave to Nickoli. In a matter of months it cleared up the problem.

A year ago Nickoli started losing weight. Pam took him into the vet for a check up. The vet said that Nickoli had cancer of the para-thyroid gland.

They could remove it in a younger dog, but with Nick’s age working against him, they didn’t think he could survive surgery. Without surgery he’d have MAYBE a year to live.

Pam would not accept that.

Again she did research and found studies done on terminal cancer patients who became CURED from eating cottage cheese and flaxseed oil 3x/day.

So that’s what she mixed up for Nicholi to eat.

Also to fatten him up, she began cooking his meals of beef or chicken with whole grain rice.

Slowly Nickoli began to gain weight. He was getting better.

What finally got to Nickoli that Pam couldn’t fight?

Degenerative myelopathy which is similar to multiple sclerosis in humans. Unfortunately there is no cure, natural or otherwise, for this disease. Nickoli loss the use of his back legs, couldn‘t get up and his spine was degenerating.

Pam knew it was time to say goodbye to her best friend.

She called the vet and asked her please to make a home visit.

The vet said she would come on Wednesday.

On Monday Pam started to prepare Nickoli.

She told him how much she loved him and that when he died he would be running in green pastures.

Wednesday came too soon.

Nickoli was just lying on the floor. Pam got down on her knees, rubbed her boy’s ears, kissed his face and said, “I love you Nickoli. Very soon you will be running in that green pasture. I know I will see you on the other side. Please greet me at the gates.”

Nickoli looked her intensely in the eyes as if he understood her every word. Then he licked her hand and put his head back down.

The vet injected a shot to put Nick to sleep.

A few minutes later she injected the shot to put him down.

All the while, Pam, the vet, and her assistant were all crying.

When Nick’s heart stopped beating, the vet went to gather him up.

“Wait,” Pam said. “I want to bless him.”

She took some holy water that she had nearby and blessed Nickoli, and asked God to accept Nickoli in His holy kingdom.

The vet and assistant bent over to pick Nickoli up.

Pam said, “No. Let me carry him out. It’s only right.”

So she lifted the big dog up and carried him to the van, placing him gently in the back. She leaned over and kissed him one last time, whispering in his ear, “You’re already running in that green pasture Nickoli! I love you!”

It has been about 6 weeks since Nickoli’s death, and I know Pam misses him profusely. No dog will ever take his place.

Pam knew she wanted to get another dog. She thought she would wait a few months. But she is a dog person and she realized how empty her heart and her house seemed without a four-legged furry friend.

Will she find another dog to fill her heart?

Stay tuned



NICKOLI
1996-2010



“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.”

Roger Caras

Saturday, July 3, 2010

The Brenda Photo Challenge - Freedom!

The theme for this week's Brenda Photo Challenge is Freedom.

I gave this some thought and figured people might submit photos of flags, The Statue of Liberty, or Mt. Rushmore, so I decided to post photos of buffalo. What spells freedom more than the buffalo roaming the land of our forefathers?

Oh give me a home
Where the buffalo roam
And the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day!



These were taken in Yellowstone National Park.






Thursday, July 1, 2010

Ah-choo!



I have been sneezing a lot these past couple of days. I get that burning sensation in my nose, which in turn causes my eyes to well up with tears and my throat to tickle. Then my chest begins to constrict as I draw in deeper and deeper breaths and finally I explode into an earth-shattering sneeze.

AH-CHOO!

Did you know that a sneeze travels up to 100 mph? With each sneeze, thousands of droplets fly into the air, up to five feet in distance, spreading germs.



image courtesy of Los Alamos National Laboratory website

This is why it is a good idea to cover your mouth and nose when you sneeze. Sneeze in your elbow. Better yet, use a handkerchief or kleenex. Truthfully, I'm not fond of handkerchiefs except the fancy kind that are "just for looks" in a suit pocket. Why does anyone need to save dried-up-snot in a handkerchief all stuck together?

Yuk. I just threw up a little in my mouth.

Jim used to use handkerchiefs. I would gag when I sorted the laundry.

NO WHERE in our marriage vows did it say, "Love, honor and wash balled up snot rags and dirty drawers."

No sir it did not.

Because if it did, well, let's just say my life would have taken a different path.

But because it didn't, I just grinned and bared it. Hell, who am I kidding? There was no grinning and the only one who was baring it was Jim when he was changing into clean underwear.

But I digress.

Finally I put my foot down about the handkerchiefs.

I won that battle.

Besides, there was no reason why Jim shouldn't have been using kleenex. It had been around for over 80 years! Kleenex was invented in 1924 and was first used in Hollywood by the stars to remove their makeup.

By 1926, customers began writing to the manufacturer, Kimberly-Clark Corporation, (KCC) stating that they used kleenex as a disposable handkerchief. KCC took out ads in the local Peoria, IL newspaper showing the two main uses for kleenex: to remove make up or to catch snots, and they wanted the readers response. Sixty percent said they used kleenex for handkerchiefs. KCC changed their whole advertising campaign and their sales doubled.

Here's some kleenex trivia for you:

1928 - pop up tissue with perforated opening first came out
1929 - first colored tissues
1930 - first printed tissues
1932 - first pocket packs

Information from Kleenex website

Now "kleenex" is a commonly used word to describe tissue, but in fact it is a trademarked name of tissue manufactured and sold by KCC.



Watch this quick clip of a baby elephant whose own sneeze scares the bejesus out of him!



Did you ever try to keep your eyes open while sneezing?

It can't be done.

This can be dangerous if you sneeze while driving.

Try explaining THAT to the officer if you should crash due to a sneeze. I could just see it now......

Officer: In your own words, describe what happened.

Me: I felt this tingling sensation in my nose.

Officer: Excuse me?

Me: Yeah. And I knew this couldn't be good.

Officer: What's that?

Me: I was praying for a red light, but it was green all the way. My eyes got blurry from the tears, and...

Officer looks up from taking notes, bewildered....

Me: My chest contricted, and then I let out this huge sneeze! It all happened so fast. The guy in front of me must have slammed on his breaks at that moment and I didn't see them because my eyes were closed.

Officer: YOU WERE DRIVING WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED?

Me: Not all the time, just when I sneezed!

Officer - hands me a ticket for FOLLOWING TOO CLOSE!!!!

(This is a made up scenario - but it COULD HAVE happened.)

This baby panda's sneeze is so loud that it scares it's mother into thinking that she should have eaten him at birth.



Did you ever wonder why we say "God Bless You" when someone sneezes?

I did, too, and this is what I found out.

Some people believe that the saying originated in Rome during the bubonic plague. Because some of the symptoms of the plague were coughing and sneezing, Pope Gregory I suggested saying "God Bless You" to the sneezer, in hopes of protecting them from getting the plague.

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It was a myth that people believed the heart actually stopped for a second during the sneeze; thus the God Bless You wishes you well that your heart will continue to beat.

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There are some superstitions behind the sneeze such as sneezing could release one's soul leading to it's possible capture by lurking evil spirits; or

evil spirits can enter through the mouth of the sneezing person; or

the individual person is sneezing out sins and evil.

All three situations seem like good enough reasons to say "God Bless You"!

Information from Wikipedia
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We all know and love Jerry Seinfeld. He has a different idea than saying, "God Bless You."



I like it when someone blesses me, because secretly I'm praying I don't pee myself when I sneeze. That "Bless You" is an added assurance, or at least it can't hurt.

Do you say "God Bless You" or "Bless You" when someone sneezes?I always do. Even to strangers. I might just say "Bless You", though, instead of "God Bless You". But I don't like it if people don't thank me afterward.

Here's a polite (and albeit annoyingly) little boy on the Today Show who can't stop blessing his sneezing sister.



A sneeze can come on at the most inopportune time and quite unexpectedly. It even happens to President Obama.



I think it's so funny when you hear an sneeze come out of someone that sounds so different than what you would expect it to sound like. Take this reporter for instance.



And finally, I couldn't resist this little clip from "Everybody loves Raymond", called appropriately, "The Sneeze."



I hope you've enjoyed your lesson for today boys and girls. I must go now and blow my nose.

AH-CHOO!

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Day I Mooned My Father-in-Law

But he wasn't really the target. It was all my brothers-in-laws.

That doesn't sound any better.

My husband was there, too.

Let me explain.

It was our annual camping weekend with Jim's family. This usually entails drinking, laughing, good food, laughing, games, and oh, did I mention drinking?

Jim has 6 brothers and 1 sister ; the majority of which live in the Midwest. We only see each other at this yearly camping event and maybe Christmas, so you KNOW there will be a LOT of partying.

On this particular camping trip in Spicer, MN, EVERYONE made it - even those from the West coast. Some rented cabins, some stayed in tents. We rented a large cabin and Jim's parents stayed with us. It was a small campground situated on Nest Lake.

One brother brought his speed boat. The campground also had a pontoon boat that we could rent.


image courtesy of Wikipedia

This worked out well since we had such a large crowd.

My sister-in-law "D" (I'm using just their initials to protect the not-so-innocent here) suggested that she take all the girls out in the speed boat. That sounded like a novel idea! So sisters-in-laws "B", "C", "D", and "MJ" climbed in the boat, along with little ole me.

"D" took us around for a few spins and pretty soon we saw the campground's pontoon boat coming toward us with, of course, all the guys, including my father-in-law, and brothers-in-law "R", "V", "M", "R", "A", and Jim. We zipped by them, waved, and laughed.

Then my SIL "B" had this idea.

"Let's go by them and moon them!"

"D" said, "Yeah!"

I was a little butt shy.

"C" wanted no part of it.

"MJ" didn't either. Seriously. Those were all her brothers and her father. I could see where she was coming from.

"D" and "B" convinced me.

"D" swung the boat around and headed toward the pontoon.

Just as we got close we turned around and dropped our drawers.

"B" REALLY dropped hers and swayed her butt back and forth calling out "WOO-WOO!"

"D" just dropped hers.

And me? Jim said mine was more a half-moon. It was more a peek.

But what was even funnier?

As we turned to see the reaction from the guys, we saw that they had the same idea and "R" and "A" were mooning us at the same time!

I think my father-in-law was clutching his heart at this point.

The girls collapsed in giggles and "D" took off.

Then she circled back to the pontoon only to find "R" and "A" standing on the edge with their shirts lifted up with a look on their face like, "MONKEY SEE - MONKEY DO!"

Yep. Good times!

Note: This is the one and only time I EVER show my butt in public. I do NOT like mooning, AND I do NOT like seeing OTHER people moon! So keep your hairy buttocks in yer pants please!