I have a general question for the masses.
Not sure if any of you ever buy clothes at Wal-Mart but today I was there and I found two tops I really liked and when I went to buy them I was actually denied the sale. I asked the cashier why and she said they were on "recall" and that Wal-Mart wouldn't sell them.
I have never heard of this, she said her opinion was they were made in China and the dye on the fabric was probably bad.
Has this happened to anyone ever.?
I am totally serious, this really happened today while there in Fishkill.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
BLAH BLAH BLAH
HI, sorry no posts for a while.
My poor husband has been so sick these past 3 weeks now that I have had no time to do anything but take him to ER, Doctors, ER in that order.
The worst part is none of these "specialists" can tell me what is wrong with my normally healthy active 48 year old husband who has always been in great shape.
The man was bed ridden, couldn't move, eat, stand or sit, stay awake or anything we might normally take for granted.
He had more blood taken then I think is allowed and still nothing "conclusive" is what we are told.
I know we should have gone back to the Bronx where he is from or Manhattan where the "real" doctors are but he couldn't even handle a 5 minute ride to the ER without crying in pain for every bump I hit.
Finally he lost his ability to urinate and had to be fit with a catheter,the ER that did that procedure sends us home with instructions on how to care for it - are you freaking kidding me.
The next morning (this part is a little gross), the catheter is full of blood so I call Jeannie and break down sobbing and she (the rock) tells me to get back to the hosptial and demand they admit him, so I do and they do.
Long story short he is home now cahteter has been removed but no sign of anything that caused this whole nasty chain of events to begin with.
Oh and he did lose 35 pounds - which isn't good because he wouldn't eat but he was ok losing the weight because we both want to but not that way..
So this ordeal seems to be coming to a close, I have kept a diary of all these events because I have a feeling somewhere someone dropped the ball and I worry about the future for him.
I hope you all have a good weekend, I intend to sleep mine away.
Peace Out, Janet
My poor husband has been so sick these past 3 weeks now that I have had no time to do anything but take him to ER, Doctors, ER in that order.
The worst part is none of these "specialists" can tell me what is wrong with my normally healthy active 48 year old husband who has always been in great shape.
The man was bed ridden, couldn't move, eat, stand or sit, stay awake or anything we might normally take for granted.
He had more blood taken then I think is allowed and still nothing "conclusive" is what we are told.
I know we should have gone back to the Bronx where he is from or Manhattan where the "real" doctors are but he couldn't even handle a 5 minute ride to the ER without crying in pain for every bump I hit.
Finally he lost his ability to urinate and had to be fit with a catheter,the ER that did that procedure sends us home with instructions on how to care for it - are you freaking kidding me.
The next morning (this part is a little gross), the catheter is full of blood so I call Jeannie and break down sobbing and she (the rock) tells me to get back to the hosptial and demand they admit him, so I do and they do.
Long story short he is home now cahteter has been removed but no sign of anything that caused this whole nasty chain of events to begin with.
Oh and he did lose 35 pounds - which isn't good because he wouldn't eat but he was ok losing the weight because we both want to but not that way..
So this ordeal seems to be coming to a close, I have kept a diary of all these events because I have a feeling somewhere someone dropped the ball and I worry about the future for him.
I hope you all have a good weekend, I intend to sleep mine away.
Peace Out, Janet
How to make a Janet
| How to make a Janet |
| Ingredients: 5 parts competetiveness 5 parts crazyiness 5 parts ego |
| Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add lovability to taste! Do not overindulge! |
Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
9-11
God Bless Bronx Firefighter Joseph P. Spor Jr.
Today I am posting a memorial page for a friend and classmate of mine who gave his life on 9-11. We weren't extremely close but I have nice memories of him. I don't know if anyone who knows him or anyone in his family will ever see this blog but if they happen upon it, I want you to know that you should be very proud of your son/father/husband as he was and continues to be a hero.
Please if you get a moment, look at his page
http://www.9-11memorialanthonyks.org/josephspor.htm
Each time it is visited, he is remembered.
For Joe Spor, who was assigned to Rescue 3 just three weeks before his death, working there was the culmination of a lifelong dream. He had entered the New York City Fire Department seven years earlier, but at Rescue 3 was joining the company where his father, Joe Sr., a retired lieutenant, had served. An expert carpenter, Joe, 35, also was known for his easygoing demeanor and love of music.
From the Discovery Channel website: NEW YORK FIREFIGHTERS, THE BROTHERHOOD OF SEPT.11th The Fallen Firefighters of Rescue Company 3
Even though Anthony, Kansas is hundreds of miles from New York City, Washington D.C. and a field in western Pennsylvania, we felt their shock, horror and pain of Sept. 11, 2001. The people of Anthony wanted to do something to help that would make a difference. After contacting several agencies, our mayor, John Schott, finally connected with a firehouse in the Bronx that had been devastated with many losses. He asked if they could help our small community locate one family that had lost a loved one that might need some immediate outside assistance. Joe Huber, at Engine 88, Ladder Company 38, told the mayor about his friend and co-worker, Joe Spor.
He said Joe was 35 yrs. old, had a beautiful wife, Colleen, and had 4 children, the oldest was 6 and the youngest was 6 months old. Spor had just begun a remodeling project on their home before he rushed to the World Trade Center in Rescue 3 that day. Joe Huber continued by saying the firefighters from the firehouse where he worked stepped in and were finishing the remodeling for the family, but they could use financial help to get the job done. The people from Anthony "adopted" this family and have sent tokens of our love to them over the period of time, and continue to do so now.
In March of 2002, Joe Huber came to Anthony from the Bronx, representing Engine 88, Ladder Company 38, to personally thank its citizens and to meet the people who have been so kind to his brother's family. He was so gracious to visit the schools and meet the children who has sent gifts, cards, pictures and emails to the firehouse and to the Spor family. Joe explained during an assembly the school had for him and our local firefighters, that all firefighters are in a brotherhood, they feel as if each and every firefighter is their brother or sister. The students in Ms. Carr's and Mrs. Beam's classes had composed 2 computer slide shows set to music to honor the brave men and women and to thank them for their commitment to their communities by serving as firefighters. Joe Huber also visited Friendship Meals to visit with the senior citizens and was presented with a gift from a retired volunteer firefighter from Anthony. Before he left town he made his way up and down our small Main St. to meet and thank as many of the business owners as he could. The Anthony Volunteer Fire & Rescue firefighters had a gathering for him and Huber shared some NYC caps and T-shirts with them before he left.
In November 2002, Mayor John Schott, his wife Pam and son Joseph, flew to New York, as the guests of Joe Huber and his family, to meet the family of Joseph Spor, and to visit the site of the World Trade Center tragedy. They brought back many pictures and stories of their trip and shared them with the community in Schott's weekly column, From the Mayor, in the Anthony Republican, the local newspaper. (John has given his permission to include his words on this tribute page to Joseph Spor. To read these columns, click here.) While they were there, the fire house where Joe Spor and Joe Huber worked, treated the Schott family to a special dinner, inviting the wife and children of Joe Spor, and also his father, Joseph Spor, Sr., sisters and their children.
The culmination of this connection led to a Sept. 11 Memorial being erected in Memorial Park and was dedication Sept. 11, 2004.
A reporter, Edward M. Eveld from the Kansas City Star, wrote a story Feb. 3, 2002 about Anthony and its New York firefighter, Joe Spor. Mr. Eveld did a follow-up story on the Anthony 9-11 Memorial, April 15, 2004.
To visit Joe's Engine 88, Ladder Company 38, click here.
To visit the homepage and tribute pages of Engine 88, Ladder Company 38, http://www.engine88ladder38.com/Links.htm, and http://www.engine88ladder38.com/Memorial.htm.
To view the Rescue 3 official tribute go http://www.fdnyrescue3.com/911/spor.html
http://www.fdnyrescue3.com/indextwo.html
A special bond has been formed between one small Kansas farming community and the family and friends of one colossal human being, Joseph Spor, Jr. He will not be forgotten.
The Change
One hand
Reaches out
And pulls a lost soul from harm
While a thousand more go unspoken for
They say what good have you done
By saving just this one
It's like whispering a prayer
In the fury of a storm
And I hear them saying you'll never change things
And no matter what you do it's still the same thing
But it's not the world that I am changing
I do this so this world will know
That it will not change me
This heart
Still believes
The love and mercy still exist
While all the hatred rage and so many say
That love is all but pointless in madness such as this
It's like trying to stop a fire
With the moisture from a kiss
And I hear them saying you'll never change things
And no matter what you do it's still the same thing
But it's not the world that I am changing
I do this so this world will know
That it will not change me
As long as one heart still holds on
Then hope is never really gone
I hear them saying you'll never change things
And no matter what you do it's still the same thing
But it's not the world that I am changing
I do this so this world we know
Never changes me
What I do is so
This world will know
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Should the past stay the past
Today I am feeling very sad..
I had made plans to go back to my college hometown of Boston, MA.
I had tried unsuccessfully for years to plan this trip and it never went off.
Fast forward to August 2007, when I ask my husband if he wants to go, he says yes and he gets us a house sitter.
I start trying to track down folks that I have let slip away and I find 2 very important people from back in the day.
I send numerous messages to them asking if we can arrange something so I can see them when I get there.
One of them gets back fairly quickly stating he can't meet me because he has plans already - ok that is fine, I am sad but I will get over it.
The other just keeps writing me and never mentions the trip, so I keep asking him what is going on, are we going to meet or not.?
Well today I FINALLY get an email from him and mind you this is a man I was very very close to years ago.
So I get this email and he is so cold and mean in his email that I actually started to cry.
He was asking why I cared after all these years and why did I have to see him and what kind of "agenda" did I have and that alot of time has passed etc. etc.
He then tells me rudely that I should have given him more notice - WTF, I gave him well over 2 months, I mean he isn't that popular I don't get why he can't spare one afternoon or 1 evening for dinner.
I just am so upset over this and I don't know how to reply or if I should at all.
I mean my husband has said before why try to dig up old friends who have gone away but a piece of me wants to try and reconnect before it is really to late - you know.
Any advice..??
I am open to suggestions....
I had made plans to go back to my college hometown of Boston, MA.
I had tried unsuccessfully for years to plan this trip and it never went off.
Fast forward to August 2007, when I ask my husband if he wants to go, he says yes and he gets us a house sitter.
I start trying to track down folks that I have let slip away and I find 2 very important people from back in the day.
I send numerous messages to them asking if we can arrange something so I can see them when I get there.
One of them gets back fairly quickly stating he can't meet me because he has plans already - ok that is fine, I am sad but I will get over it.
The other just keeps writing me and never mentions the trip, so I keep asking him what is going on, are we going to meet or not.?
Well today I FINALLY get an email from him and mind you this is a man I was very very close to years ago.
So I get this email and he is so cold and mean in his email that I actually started to cry.
He was asking why I cared after all these years and why did I have to see him and what kind of "agenda" did I have and that alot of time has passed etc. etc.
He then tells me rudely that I should have given him more notice - WTF, I gave him well over 2 months, I mean he isn't that popular I don't get why he can't spare one afternoon or 1 evening for dinner.
I just am so upset over this and I don't know how to reply or if I should at all.
I mean my husband has said before why try to dig up old friends who have gone away but a piece of me wants to try and reconnect before it is really to late - you know.
Any advice..??
I am open to suggestions....
Monday, September 3, 2007
The History of Labor Day
The History of Labor Day
Labor Day: How it Came About; What it Means
"Labor Day differs in every essential way from the other holidays of the year in any country," said Samuel Gompers, founder and longtime president of the American Federation of Labor. "All other holidays are in a more or less degree connected with conflicts and battles of man's prowess over man, of strife and discord for greed and power, of glories achieved by one nation over another. Labor Day...is devoted to no man, living or dead, to no sect, race, or nation."
Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.
Founder of Labor Day
More than 100 years after the first Labor Day observance, there is still some doubt as to who first proposed the holiday for workers.
Some records show that Peter J. McGuire, general secretary of the Brotherhood of Carpenters and Joiners and a cofounder of the American Federation of Labor, was first in suggesting a day to honor those "who from rude nature have delved and carved all the grandeur we behold."
But Peter McGuire's place in Labor Day history has not gone unchallenged. Many believe that Matthew Maguire, a machinist, not Peter McGuire, founded the holiday. Recent research seems to support the contention that Matthew Maguire, later the secretary of Local 344 of the International Association of Machinists in Paterson, N.J., proposed the holiday in 1882 while serving as secretary of the Central Labor Union in New York. What is clear is that the Central Labor Union adopted a Labor Day proposal and appointed a committee to plan a demonstration and picnic.
The First Labor Day
The first Labor Day holiday was celebrated on Tuesday, September 5, 1882, in New York City, in accordance with the plans of the Central Labor Union. The Central Labor Union held its second Labor Day holiday just a year later, on September 5, 1883.
In 1884 the first Monday in September was selected as the holiday, as originally proposed, and the Central Labor Union urged similar organizations in other cities to follow the example of New York and celebrate a "workingmen's holiday" on that date. The idea spread with the growth of labor organizations, and in 1885 Labor Day was celebrated in many industrial centers of the country.
Labor Day Legislation
Through the years the nation gave increasing emphasis to Labor Day. The first governmental recognition came through municipal ordinances passed during 1885 and 1886. From them developed the movement to secure state legislation. The first state bill was introduced into the New York legislature, but the first to become law was passed by Oregon on February 21, 1887. During the year four more states — Colorado, Massachusetts, New Jersey, and New York — created the Labor Day holiday by legislative enactment. By the end of the decade Connecticut, Nebraska, and Pennsylvania had followed suit. By 1894, 23 other states had adopted the holiday in honor of workers, and on June 28 of that year, Congress passed an act making the first Monday in September of each year a legal holiday in the District of Columbia and the territories.
A Nationwide Holiday
The form that the observance and celebration of Labor Day should take were outlined in the first proposal of the holiday — a street parade to exhibit to the public "the strength and esprit de corps of the trade and labor organizations" of the community, followed by a festival for the recreation and amusement of the workers and their families. This became the pattern for the celebrations of Labor Day. Speeches by prominent men and women were introduced later, as more emphasis was placed upon the economic and civic significance of the holiday. Still later, by a resolution of the American Federation of Labor convention of 1909, the Sunday preceding Labor Day was adopted as Labor Sunday and dedicated to the spiritual and educational aspects of the labor movement.
The character of the Labor Day celebration has undergone a change in recent years, especially in large industrial centers where mass displays and huge parades have proved a problem. This change, however, is more a shift in emphasis and medium of expression. Labor Day addresses by leading union officials, industrialists, educators, clerics and government officials are given wide coverage in newspapers, radio, and television.
The vital force of labor added materially to the highest standard of living and the greatest production the world has ever known and has brought us closer to the realization of our traditional ideals of economic and political democracy. It is appropriate, therefore, that the nation pay tribute on Labor Day to the creator of so much of the nation's strength, freedom, and leadership — the American worker. The History of Labor Day
Labor Day: How it Came About; What it Means
"Labor Day differs in every essential way from the other holidays of the year in any country," said Samuel Gompers, founder and longtime president of the American Federation of Labor. "All other holidays are in a more or less degree connected with conflicts and battles of man's prowess over man, of strife and discord for greed and power, of glories achieved by one nation over another. Labor Day...is devoted to no man, living or dead, to no sect, race, or nation."
Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.
Founder of Labor Day
More than 100 years after the first Labor Day observance, there is still some doubt as to who first proposed the holiday for workers.
Some records show that Peter J. McGuire, general secretary of the Brotherhood of Carpenters and Joiners and a cofounder of the American Federation of Labor, was first in suggesting a day to honor those "who from rude nature have delved and carved all the grandeur we behold."
But Peter McGuire's place in Labor Day history has not gone unchallenged. Many believe that Matthew Maguire, a machinist, not Peter McGuire, founded the holiday. Recent research seems to support the contention that Matthew Maguire, later the secretary of Local 344 of the International Association of Machinists in Paterson, N.J., proposed the holiday in 1882 while serving as secretary of the Central Labor Union in New York. What is clear is that the Central Labor Union adopted a Labor Day proposal and appointed a committee to plan a demonstration and picnic.
The First Labor Day
The first Labor Day holiday was celebrated on Tuesday, September 5, 1882, in New York City, in accordance with the plans of the Central Labor Union. The Central Labor Union held its second Labor Day holiday just a year later, on September 5, 1883.
In 1884 the first Monday in September was selected as the holiday, as originally proposed, and the Central Labor Union urged similar organizations in other cities to follow the example of New York and celebrate a "workingmen's holiday" on that date. The idea spread with the growth of labor organizations, and in 1885 Labor Day was celebrated in many industrial centers of the country.
Labor Day Legislation
Through the years the nation gave increasing emphasis to Labor Day. The first governmental recognition came through municipal ordinances passed during 1885 and 1886. From them developed the movement to secure state legislation. The first state bill was introduced into the New York legislature, but the first to become law was passed by Oregon on February 21, 1887. During the year four more states — Colorado, Massachusetts, New Jersey, and New York — created the Labor Day holiday by legislative enactment. By the end of the decade Connecticut, Nebraska, and Pennsylvania had followed suit. By 1894, 23 other states had adopted the holiday in honor of workers, and on June 28 of that year, Congress passed an act making the first Monday in September of each year a legal holiday in the District of Columbia and the territories.
A Nationwide Holiday
The form that the observance and celebration of Labor Day should take were outlined in the first proposal of the holiday — a street parade to exhibit to the public "the strength and esprit de corps of the trade and labor organizations" of the community, followed by a festival for the recreation and amusement of the workers and their families. This became the pattern for the celebrations of Labor Day. Speeches by prominent men and women were introduced later, as more emphasis was placed upon the economic and civic significance of the holiday. Still later, by a resolution of the American Federation of Labor convention of 1909, the Sunday preceding Labor Day was adopted as Labor Sunday and dedicated to the spiritual and educational aspects of the labor movement.
The character of the Labor Day celebration has undergone a change in recent years, especially in large industrial centers where mass displays and huge parades have proved a problem. This change, however, is more a shift in emphasis and medium of expression. Labor Day addresses by leading union officials, industrialists, educators, clerics and government officials are given wide coverage in newspapers, radio, and television.
The vital force of labor added materially to the highest standard of living and the greatest production the world has ever known and has brought us closer to the realization of our traditional ideals of economic and political democracy. It is appropriate, therefore, that the nation pay tribute on Labor Day to the creator of so much of the nation's strength, freedom, and leadership — the American worker.
Friends, the juices are just not flowing today so enjoy your day...
Peace Out, Janet
Labor Day: How it Came About; What it Means
"Labor Day differs in every essential way from the other holidays of the year in any country," said Samuel Gompers, founder and longtime president of the American Federation of Labor. "All other holidays are in a more or less degree connected with conflicts and battles of man's prowess over man, of strife and discord for greed and power, of glories achieved by one nation over another. Labor Day...is devoted to no man, living or dead, to no sect, race, or nation."
Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.
Founder of Labor Day
More than 100 years after the first Labor Day observance, there is still some doubt as to who first proposed the holiday for workers.
Some records show that Peter J. McGuire, general secretary of the Brotherhood of Carpenters and Joiners and a cofounder of the American Federation of Labor, was first in suggesting a day to honor those "who from rude nature have delved and carved all the grandeur we behold."
But Peter McGuire's place in Labor Day history has not gone unchallenged. Many believe that Matthew Maguire, a machinist, not Peter McGuire, founded the holiday. Recent research seems to support the contention that Matthew Maguire, later the secretary of Local 344 of the International Association of Machinists in Paterson, N.J., proposed the holiday in 1882 while serving as secretary of the Central Labor Union in New York. What is clear is that the Central Labor Union adopted a Labor Day proposal and appointed a committee to plan a demonstration and picnic.
The First Labor Day
The first Labor Day holiday was celebrated on Tuesday, September 5, 1882, in New York City, in accordance with the plans of the Central Labor Union. The Central Labor Union held its second Labor Day holiday just a year later, on September 5, 1883.
In 1884 the first Monday in September was selected as the holiday, as originally proposed, and the Central Labor Union urged similar organizations in other cities to follow the example of New York and celebrate a "workingmen's holiday" on that date. The idea spread with the growth of labor organizations, and in 1885 Labor Day was celebrated in many industrial centers of the country.
Labor Day Legislation
Through the years the nation gave increasing emphasis to Labor Day. The first governmental recognition came through municipal ordinances passed during 1885 and 1886. From them developed the movement to secure state legislation. The first state bill was introduced into the New York legislature, but the first to become law was passed by Oregon on February 21, 1887. During the year four more states — Colorado, Massachusetts, New Jersey, and New York — created the Labor Day holiday by legislative enactment. By the end of the decade Connecticut, Nebraska, and Pennsylvania had followed suit. By 1894, 23 other states had adopted the holiday in honor of workers, and on June 28 of that year, Congress passed an act making the first Monday in September of each year a legal holiday in the District of Columbia and the territories.
A Nationwide Holiday
The form that the observance and celebration of Labor Day should take were outlined in the first proposal of the holiday — a street parade to exhibit to the public "the strength and esprit de corps of the trade and labor organizations" of the community, followed by a festival for the recreation and amusement of the workers and their families. This became the pattern for the celebrations of Labor Day. Speeches by prominent men and women were introduced later, as more emphasis was placed upon the economic and civic significance of the holiday. Still later, by a resolution of the American Federation of Labor convention of 1909, the Sunday preceding Labor Day was adopted as Labor Sunday and dedicated to the spiritual and educational aspects of the labor movement.
The character of the Labor Day celebration has undergone a change in recent years, especially in large industrial centers where mass displays and huge parades have proved a problem. This change, however, is more a shift in emphasis and medium of expression. Labor Day addresses by leading union officials, industrialists, educators, clerics and government officials are given wide coverage in newspapers, radio, and television.
The vital force of labor added materially to the highest standard of living and the greatest production the world has ever known and has brought us closer to the realization of our traditional ideals of economic and political democracy. It is appropriate, therefore, that the nation pay tribute on Labor Day to the creator of so much of the nation's strength, freedom, and leadership — the American worker. The History of Labor Day
Labor Day: How it Came About; What it Means
"Labor Day differs in every essential way from the other holidays of the year in any country," said Samuel Gompers, founder and longtime president of the American Federation of Labor. "All other holidays are in a more or less degree connected with conflicts and battles of man's prowess over man, of strife and discord for greed and power, of glories achieved by one nation over another. Labor Day...is devoted to no man, living or dead, to no sect, race, or nation."
Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.
Founder of Labor Day
More than 100 years after the first Labor Day observance, there is still some doubt as to who first proposed the holiday for workers.
Some records show that Peter J. McGuire, general secretary of the Brotherhood of Carpenters and Joiners and a cofounder of the American Federation of Labor, was first in suggesting a day to honor those "who from rude nature have delved and carved all the grandeur we behold."
But Peter McGuire's place in Labor Day history has not gone unchallenged. Many believe that Matthew Maguire, a machinist, not Peter McGuire, founded the holiday. Recent research seems to support the contention that Matthew Maguire, later the secretary of Local 344 of the International Association of Machinists in Paterson, N.J., proposed the holiday in 1882 while serving as secretary of the Central Labor Union in New York. What is clear is that the Central Labor Union adopted a Labor Day proposal and appointed a committee to plan a demonstration and picnic.
The First Labor Day
The first Labor Day holiday was celebrated on Tuesday, September 5, 1882, in New York City, in accordance with the plans of the Central Labor Union. The Central Labor Union held its second Labor Day holiday just a year later, on September 5, 1883.
In 1884 the first Monday in September was selected as the holiday, as originally proposed, and the Central Labor Union urged similar organizations in other cities to follow the example of New York and celebrate a "workingmen's holiday" on that date. The idea spread with the growth of labor organizations, and in 1885 Labor Day was celebrated in many industrial centers of the country.
Labor Day Legislation
Through the years the nation gave increasing emphasis to Labor Day. The first governmental recognition came through municipal ordinances passed during 1885 and 1886. From them developed the movement to secure state legislation. The first state bill was introduced into the New York legislature, but the first to become law was passed by Oregon on February 21, 1887. During the year four more states — Colorado, Massachusetts, New Jersey, and New York — created the Labor Day holiday by legislative enactment. By the end of the decade Connecticut, Nebraska, and Pennsylvania had followed suit. By 1894, 23 other states had adopted the holiday in honor of workers, and on June 28 of that year, Congress passed an act making the first Monday in September of each year a legal holiday in the District of Columbia and the territories.
A Nationwide Holiday
The form that the observance and celebration of Labor Day should take were outlined in the first proposal of the holiday — a street parade to exhibit to the public "the strength and esprit de corps of the trade and labor organizations" of the community, followed by a festival for the recreation and amusement of the workers and their families. This became the pattern for the celebrations of Labor Day. Speeches by prominent men and women were introduced later, as more emphasis was placed upon the economic and civic significance of the holiday. Still later, by a resolution of the American Federation of Labor convention of 1909, the Sunday preceding Labor Day was adopted as Labor Sunday and dedicated to the spiritual and educational aspects of the labor movement.
The character of the Labor Day celebration has undergone a change in recent years, especially in large industrial centers where mass displays and huge parades have proved a problem. This change, however, is more a shift in emphasis and medium of expression. Labor Day addresses by leading union officials, industrialists, educators, clerics and government officials are given wide coverage in newspapers, radio, and television.
The vital force of labor added materially to the highest standard of living and the greatest production the world has ever known and has brought us closer to the realization of our traditional ideals of economic and political democracy. It is appropriate, therefore, that the nation pay tribute on Labor Day to the creator of so much of the nation's strength, freedom, and leadership — the American worker.
Friends, the juices are just not flowing today so enjoy your day...
Peace Out, Janet
Friday, August 31, 2007
My Retirement
This is a look into my retirement years with Pete, Junior and I...
Enjoy your holiday weekend everyone..
http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=67160&fr=yvmtf
Enjoy your holiday weekend everyone..
http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=67160&fr=yvmtf
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Jury Selection for M. Vick's case
They just finished the jury selection phase of the Michael Vick case...
Friday, August 24, 2007
Fish Tale
This is an email I got today from my sister in TN. I did some research and apparently this is a true story...
Last Saturday morning, my buddy Bo Warren and I were trolling for stripers in the Chesapeake Bay. We were 1½ miles offshore in about 80 feet of water contemplating why the fish weren't biting. We looked back to check our gear and saw something odd in the water. Was it a seal?
Can't be, we don't have seals around here. On closer look, it turned out to be a buck that was WAY off course. He was desperate and barely staying afloat. I've seen deer swim a river or bayou before. When you see that, the first thing you notice is that they are powerful swimmers. Their head and shoulders are out of the water and they make surprisingly good headway. This critter was just keeping his nose up and looked like he'd been swimming all night long. In fact, he was so worn out that he swam toward the boat probably thinking it looked enough like land to him. When he got closer though, he wasn't sure what to make of the two dudes on board, and backed off. So, since the fish weren't biting, we thought we'd give this buck a hand. Turns out Bo grew up around cows and was really handy with a bowline. He lassoed the deer on the first shot!
Bo grabbed his neck, I grabbed the flank, and we barreled over backwards into the boat. Before I knew it, Bo was on top of him and had him tied up just like a calf. We hit the gas and ran him to the closest beach - Kent Point . I beached the boat and we carefully unloaded the deer onto the sand.
The whole time we kept thinking he was going to kick the hell out of us. He never did though, he was totally spent. We untied him and jumped back. Too weak to stand, he just sat there quivering. We even picked him up again and put his feet underneath him, but he still couldn't walk. Don't know if he made it or not, but I think his chances were vastly improved.
Bo grabbed his neck, I grabbed the flank, and we barreled over backwards into the boat. Before I knew it, Bo was on top of him and had him tied up just like a calf. We hit the gas and ran him to the closest beach - Kent Point . I beached the boat and we carefully unloaded the deer onto the sand.
The whole time we kept thinking he was going to kick the hell out of us. He never did though, he was totally spent. We untied him and jumped back. Too weak to stand, he just sat there quivering. We even picked him up again and put his feet underneath him, but he still couldn't walk. Don't know if he made it or not, but I think his chances were vastly improved.
Story verified at Snopes... http://www.snopes.com/photos/hunting/deerfish.asp
I wanna be rich
FYI :
Powerball:
Sat. Aug. 25:
$300.0 Million
Mega Millions
Friday Aug 21:
$206 million
If I win both of these, I will drop you all a post card.
Have a good weekend..
Powerball:
Sat. Aug. 25:
$300.0 Million
Mega Millions
Friday Aug 21:
$206 million
If I win both of these, I will drop you all a post card.
Have a good weekend..
Thursday, August 23, 2007
My husband is a Tom Kraus wannabee
*Disclaimer : I mean he is a wannabee in that he wants his own "Pete Almasi" stories*
First I must start out with I love my husband I really really do..
We aren't married long at all but I still adore him, I would do anything for him.
I have never given him any reason to believe that I would ever do anything to jeopardize our union so imagine this morning (4:30 am t0 be exact) my concern when my new husband is sitting on the edge of our bed looking sad.
I get up and I ask ever so polite and loving (which is hard at that hour), baby what is wrong why the long face.?
He lays back down and he says "who is the gray haired man in the golf cart on your desktop".?
"Is he an old boyfriend or a love interest".? I stare blankly at him and still half asleep, I say what man babe.?
He says "oh sure, stall for time - who is it - tell me".?
Now I am getting crazy because I don't even know who he is talking about, so I get up out of my snuggly warm bed, throwing covers all over, making my baby Junior move (she just growls at me and goes back to bed) and head for the laptop stepping on all kinds of treasures on the way.
I wipe sleep from my eyes, only to see this photo on my desk top :
I yell at the top of my lungs now : Are you freaking kidding me, that is Bill Murray you ass.
I flip closed the lap top and throw myself back in bed, disturbing Princess Junior in the process who just growls out me, gives up and leaves the room.
Hubby is all quiet and I as get ready to get a little more shut eye - he says "call me an ass, nice".
I just started to pretend snore so he would stop talking - I said later though : my love if you would read my little ditties you wouldn't be so nervous..
Truth be told, it is a little nice to have someone who is as insecure as I am...
First I must start out with I love my husband I really really do..
We aren't married long at all but I still adore him, I would do anything for him.
I have never given him any reason to believe that I would ever do anything to jeopardize our union so imagine this morning (4:30 am t0 be exact) my concern when my new husband is sitting on the edge of our bed looking sad.
I get up and I ask ever so polite and loving (which is hard at that hour), baby what is wrong why the long face.?
He lays back down and he says "who is the gray haired man in the golf cart on your desktop".?
"Is he an old boyfriend or a love interest".? I stare blankly at him and still half asleep, I say what man babe.?
He says "oh sure, stall for time - who is it - tell me".?
Now I am getting crazy because I don't even know who he is talking about, so I get up out of my snuggly warm bed, throwing covers all over, making my baby Junior move (she just growls at me and goes back to bed) and head for the laptop stepping on all kinds of treasures on the way.
I wipe sleep from my eyes, only to see this photo on my desk top :
I yell at the top of my lungs now : Are you freaking kidding me, that is Bill Murray you ass.
I flip closed the lap top and throw myself back in bed, disturbing Princess Junior in the process who just growls out me, gives up and leaves the room.
Hubby is all quiet and I as get ready to get a little more shut eye - he says "call me an ass, nice".
I just started to pretend snore so he would stop talking - I said later though : my love if you would read my little ditties you wouldn't be so nervous..
Truth be told, it is a little nice to have someone who is as insecure as I am...
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Murray Refuses Breath Test in Sweden
Murray Refuses Breath Test in Sweden
STOCKHOLM, Sweden (AP) -- Bill Murray could face a drunken driving charge after cruising through downtown Stockholm in a golf cart and refusing to take a breath test, citing U.S. law.
Police officers spotted the "Caddyshack" star early Monday in the slow-moving vehicle and noticed he smelled of alcohol when they pulled him over, said Detective-Inspector Christer Holmlund of the Stockholm police.
"He refused to blow in the (breath test) instrument, citing American legislation," Holmlund told The Associated Press on Wednesday. "So we applied the old method - a blood test. It will take 14 days before the results are in."
Murray, who had been at a golf tournament in Sweden, signed a document admitting that he was driving under the influence, and agreed to let a police officer plead guilty for him if the case goes to court, Holmlund said.
"Then he was let go. My guess is he went back to America," Holmlund said.
He said the 56-year-old actor-comedian would only be charged if tests show his blood alcohol level exceeded the legal limit, which is quite low in Sweden.
A very high alcohol level could lead to a prison sentence, but Holmlund said fines were more likely.
"There were no obvious signs, like when someone is really tipsy," he said.
An e-mail to Murrays lawyer, David Nochimson, seeking comment wasnt immediately returned. The golf cart had been on display for a week outside the downtown hotel where Murray and other VIPs attending the Scandinavian Masters golf tournament, were staying, tournament head Fredrik Nilsmark said.
Murray apparently drove the golf cart to the trendy Cafe Opera nightclub, less than a mile away, and was pulled over on his way back to the hotel.
Nilsmark said the vehicle wasn't intended for guests but added: "I don't hold any grudge against Bill Murray for borrowing our cart for a while."
Cafe Opera manager Daniel Bodahl confirmed that Murray had visited the nightclub late Sunday and said "he was a very good guest."
It isn't illegal to drive a golf cart in city traffic in Sweden, but Holmlund said it is very unusual.
"I have done this since '68 and I've never experienced anything like this," he said.
Murray was among the early cast members on NBC's "Saturday Night Live." He was nominated for an Oscar for 2003's "Lost in Translation." His screen credits also include "Groundhog Day" and "Rushmore."
I really had nothing else to talk about, well I did but my thoughts were so jumbled this seemed easiest.
I also wanted something a little "light" if you will, I am tired of hearing about Michael Vik and the 14 innocent soldiers who died or the mass destruction by the hurricane, it just is so sad to watch or hear news anymore...
STOCKHOLM, Sweden (AP) -- Bill Murray could face a drunken driving charge after cruising through downtown Stockholm in a golf cart and refusing to take a breath test, citing U.S. law.
Police officers spotted the "Caddyshack" star early Monday in the slow-moving vehicle and noticed he smelled of alcohol when they pulled him over, said Detective-Inspector Christer Holmlund of the Stockholm police.
"He refused to blow in the (breath test) instrument, citing American legislation," Holmlund told The Associated Press on Wednesday. "So we applied the old method - a blood test. It will take 14 days before the results are in."
Murray, who had been at a golf tournament in Sweden, signed a document admitting that he was driving under the influence, and agreed to let a police officer plead guilty for him if the case goes to court, Holmlund said.
"Then he was let go. My guess is he went back to America," Holmlund said.
He said the 56-year-old actor-comedian would only be charged if tests show his blood alcohol level exceeded the legal limit, which is quite low in Sweden.
A very high alcohol level could lead to a prison sentence, but Holmlund said fines were more likely.
"There were no obvious signs, like when someone is really tipsy," he said.
An e-mail to Murrays lawyer, David Nochimson, seeking comment wasnt immediately returned. The golf cart had been on display for a week outside the downtown hotel where Murray and other VIPs attending the Scandinavian Masters golf tournament, were staying, tournament head Fredrik Nilsmark said.
Murray apparently drove the golf cart to the trendy Cafe Opera nightclub, less than a mile away, and was pulled over on his way back to the hotel.
Nilsmark said the vehicle wasn't intended for guests but added: "I don't hold any grudge against Bill Murray for borrowing our cart for a while."
Cafe Opera manager Daniel Bodahl confirmed that Murray had visited the nightclub late Sunday and said "he was a very good guest."
It isn't illegal to drive a golf cart in city traffic in Sweden, but Holmlund said it is very unusual.
"I have done this since '68 and I've never experienced anything like this," he said.
Murray was among the early cast members on NBC's "Saturday Night Live." He was nominated for an Oscar for 2003's "Lost in Translation." His screen credits also include "Groundhog Day" and "Rushmore."
I really had nothing else to talk about, well I did but my thoughts were so jumbled this seemed easiest.
I also wanted something a little "light" if you will, I am tired of hearing about Michael Vik and the 14 innocent soldiers who died or the mass destruction by the hurricane, it just is so sad to watch or hear news anymore...
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Tagged by Adele
FIVE THINGS I WAS DOING TEN YEARS AGO
1. I was married to MR. WRONG
2. Working at a job I now wish I had stayed at, I didn't know how good I had it
3. Turning 30
4. Going to lunch with Jeannie and having such fun
5. Contemplating where my marriage was going
FIVE FAVORITE SNACK FOOD
1. Pretzels (must be snyders)
2. Ruffles Cheddar and Sour Cream potato chips
3. Pineapple/Grapefruit (tie)
4. Chocolate covered peanuts
5. Ice cream
FIVE SONGS I KNOW THE WORDS TO
1. At Last : Etta James (my wedding song)
2. In my life : Beatles (my husbands favorite song)
3. Beautiful People : Prince
4. Any song off the Grease soundtrack
5. How do I say goodbye : Boyz II Men
FIVE THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WAS A MILLIONAIRE
1. Take my husband and my mother in law to Hungary (their home land)
2. Start a college fund for my nieces
3. Buy a house at the beach for my husband
4. Buy a date with Bon Jovi
5. Donate to one of the childrens hospitals i.e. St Jude
FIVE BAD HABITS
1. Bite my nails
2. Swear
3. Road Rage
4. I can be mean when I dont get my way
5. Being a pushover
FIVE THINGS I WILL NEVER WEAR AGAIN
1. A wedding dress (happy now wont do again)
2. A size 12 (HA HA)
3. A bananna clip in my hair
4. Clogs (too dangerous)
5. Jeans so tight, you need pliers to close them
FIVE THINGS I LIKE TO DO
1. Be with my husband and doggie
2. Be with all friends
3. Eat (LMAO Jeannie)
4. Be on the computer
5. Take long rides
*Adele I was rolling at your answers*
FIVE PEOPLE I TAG
I have no one to tag, just enjoy. Thanks Adele for tagging me
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
1. I was married to MR. WRONG
2. Working at a job I now wish I had stayed at, I didn't know how good I had it
3. Turning 30
4. Going to lunch with Jeannie and having such fun
5. Contemplating where my marriage was going
FIVE FAVORITE SNACK FOOD
1. Pretzels (must be snyders)
2. Ruffles Cheddar and Sour Cream potato chips
3. Pineapple/Grapefruit (tie)
4. Chocolate covered peanuts
5. Ice cream
FIVE SONGS I KNOW THE WORDS TO
1. At Last : Etta James (my wedding song)
2. In my life : Beatles (my husbands favorite song)
3. Beautiful People : Prince
4. Any song off the Grease soundtrack
5. How do I say goodbye : Boyz II Men
FIVE THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WAS A MILLIONAIRE
1. Take my husband and my mother in law to Hungary (their home land)
2. Start a college fund for my nieces
3. Buy a house at the beach for my husband
4. Buy a date with Bon Jovi
5. Donate to one of the childrens hospitals i.e. St Jude
FIVE BAD HABITS
1. Bite my nails
2. Swear
3. Road Rage
4. I can be mean when I dont get my way
5. Being a pushover
FIVE THINGS I WILL NEVER WEAR AGAIN
1. A wedding dress (happy now wont do again)
2. A size 12 (HA HA)
3. A bananna clip in my hair
4. Clogs (too dangerous)
5. Jeans so tight, you need pliers to close them
FIVE THINGS I LIKE TO DO
1. Be with my husband and doggie
2. Be with all friends
3. Eat (LMAO Jeannie)
4. Be on the computer
5. Take long rides
*Adele I was rolling at your answers*
FIVE PEOPLE I TAG
I have no one to tag, just enjoy. Thanks Adele for tagging me
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
United States and Capitals
Jeannie and I were having a lovely chat this morning about the US States and Capitals and that got us to thinking of how many we knew and where they were (states that is).
Sadly I knew alot less than I thought, so I am enclosing this map for your pleasure - now if you just assist me with the capitals I would appreciate that - ha ha..
Peace J
Difficult People
Today I struggle with many emotional conflicts and I am going to post all for the world to see as I just don't feel the need to hold my tongue anymore - bring on the rath.
I have found out that someone who has charge of two lovely young girls, is not treating them as best she could.
I have tried to defend this person to others but I am no longer going to do that, as I have found out certain things about their behavior.
This person in question is my ex sister in law and granted my brother has his faults - I don't lay all the blame on her but come on and step up to the plate.
She is a dancer/actress hollywood actress wanna be stay at home mom which is good if you can swing it or if you stay busy doing things like cleaning and/or cooking for your kids but not her, so she stays home why.?
I swear I think Britney Spears cares for her kids better than this woman does.
I dont get it either because she seems to have come from a normal childhood - her parents are lovely, her siblings are nice also - granted I don't ever see them - nothing personal just distance wise and we don't run in the same circles.
I think her parents though are enjoying their time now and I dont blame them, but that might be why they don't spend alot of time with the kids - I know the girls adore their other grandparents, they always say that.
The girls will innocently mention things to me like : "We don't eat at all on Saturday because there is no food until Sunday's." "Mommy leaves us alone, sometimes overnight we are used to it".
They are 11 and 8, I don't think it is safe to leave them alone.
Also, she and my brother are divorced but my brother continues to live in the same house with them.?
I sense some dysfunctionality there, or is that just me.? I think it is to get a free babysitter, that is why he is allowed to live there.
The house is always dirty, cluttered and the girls look like rag a muffins which is a shame because they are absolutely gorgeous, so different in their own way - the older one is pretty in a nice simple way but pretty pretty and the younger one is just strikingly pretty and they will only get better with age.
I never dare say boo to her or my mother for fear that we won't be able to see these lovelies anymore but I am getting less and less tolerant of this behavior and I am thinking something needs to be done.
I could go on for alot longer but I think I made my point, I just try to remain positive and thankful that the girls have a good influence like my parents in their lives, I think it does good for both my parents and my nieces.
Thanks for letting me vent..
Peace J
I have found out that someone who has charge of two lovely young girls, is not treating them as best she could.
I have tried to defend this person to others but I am no longer going to do that, as I have found out certain things about their behavior.
This person in question is my ex sister in law and granted my brother has his faults - I don't lay all the blame on her but come on and step up to the plate.
She is a dancer/actress hollywood actress wanna be stay at home mom which is good if you can swing it or if you stay busy doing things like cleaning and/or cooking for your kids but not her, so she stays home why.?
I swear I think Britney Spears cares for her kids better than this woman does.
I dont get it either because she seems to have come from a normal childhood - her parents are lovely, her siblings are nice also - granted I don't ever see them - nothing personal just distance wise and we don't run in the same circles.
I think her parents though are enjoying their time now and I dont blame them, but that might be why they don't spend alot of time with the kids - I know the girls adore their other grandparents, they always say that.
The girls will innocently mention things to me like : "We don't eat at all on Saturday because there is no food until Sunday's." "Mommy leaves us alone, sometimes overnight we are used to it".
They are 11 and 8, I don't think it is safe to leave them alone.
Also, she and my brother are divorced but my brother continues to live in the same house with them.?
I sense some dysfunctionality there, or is that just me.? I think it is to get a free babysitter, that is why he is allowed to live there.
The house is always dirty, cluttered and the girls look like rag a muffins which is a shame because they are absolutely gorgeous, so different in their own way - the older one is pretty in a nice simple way but pretty pretty and the younger one is just strikingly pretty and they will only get better with age.
I never dare say boo to her or my mother for fear that we won't be able to see these lovelies anymore but I am getting less and less tolerant of this behavior and I am thinking something needs to be done.
I could go on for alot longer but I think I made my point, I just try to remain positive and thankful that the girls have a good influence like my parents in their lives, I think it does good for both my parents and my nieces.
Thanks for letting me vent..
Peace J
Sunday, August 5, 2007
August 5, 1967
Yeppers..........
40 years ago today, Bernadette Sweeney was being wheeled into the delivery room at Saint John's Hospital in Yonkers and a short time later out I come.
I do think my mother was drinking or heavily drugged up when they handed me over because of my name Janet.
I have always always HATED my name, it is my name so I can say what I want about it.
Fast forward to August 5, 2007..
Today is my 40th birthday and my husband and daughter dog have gone out of their way to be nice to me and spoil me.
I was going to have a big party but plans changed and we decided to postpone until September when hopefully the weather is cooler..
I am heading off soon for dinner with the parental units and I will come home later and celebrate with husband and daughter dog..
I hope you all enjoy this glorius day - it is my gift to you all on my birthday, get out and enjoy.
Peace Out..
40 years ago today, Bernadette Sweeney was being wheeled into the delivery room at Saint John's Hospital in Yonkers and a short time later out I come.
I do think my mother was drinking or heavily drugged up when they handed me over because of my name Janet.
I have always always HATED my name, it is my name so I can say what I want about it.
Fast forward to August 5, 2007..
Today is my 40th birthday and my husband and daughter dog have gone out of their way to be nice to me and spoil me.
I was going to have a big party but plans changed and we decided to postpone until September when hopefully the weather is cooler..
I am heading off soon for dinner with the parental units and I will come home later and celebrate with husband and daughter dog..
I hope you all enjoy this glorius day - it is my gift to you all on my birthday, get out and enjoy.
Peace Out..
Thursday, August 2, 2007
NY Yankees
I am sitting here watching the YES network where they highlight a particular NY Yankee - and tonight the tribute is Thurman Munson and that just brought back many many memories for me..
His widow is giving most of the tribute and boy can you see the love in her eyes..
I remember when Thurman Munson was the catcher and I remember when he died also..
A great loss..
Peace Out
His widow is giving most of the tribute and boy can you see the love in her eyes..
I remember when Thurman Munson was the catcher and I remember when he died also..
A great loss..
Peace Out
TV Commercials
I just had to post a diddy about TV commercials...
There are the ones that I absolutely adore : the little man that talks to the Verizon vios tech guy (cable guy). The ones for Febreze - especially the one where the woman puts the mask on because it smells good. The beer ones are funny to.
BUT
For the love of god, why why why is there a commercial with giant people dancing and grabbing their privates singing about nausea, heartburn, upset stomach and diarrhea.??
Some things are meant to be kept private..
While I am ranting, can Pedigree PLEASE stop showing me those commercials where the puppies are all locked up in the shelter and they are begging for homes...
Those kill me....
Does anyone remember a few years back a commercial for McDonald's, where it was an older brother and he was talking to his sister and watching her grow up and they would play in the background : Little sister, I'm really gonna miss you.?
OMG - cried so hard every time it played..
OK, that is all - as my name warns : Random thoughts...
Peace Out....
There are the ones that I absolutely adore : the little man that talks to the Verizon vios tech guy (cable guy). The ones for Febreze - especially the one where the woman puts the mask on because it smells good. The beer ones are funny to.
BUT
For the love of god, why why why is there a commercial with giant people dancing and grabbing their privates singing about nausea, heartburn, upset stomach and diarrhea.??
Some things are meant to be kept private..
While I am ranting, can Pedigree PLEASE stop showing me those commercials where the puppies are all locked up in the shelter and they are begging for homes...
Those kill me....
Does anyone remember a few years back a commercial for McDonald's, where it was an older brother and he was talking to his sister and watching her grow up and they would play in the background : Little sister, I'm really gonna miss you.?
OMG - cried so hard every time it played..
OK, that is all - as my name warns : Random thoughts...
Peace Out....
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
My Babies
OK, there have been so many blogs written in adoration of our furry friends, so I just had to make one..
First there was Leroy a maine coone who left my world Thanksgiving of 2005, the pain gets a little less every day.
He was a rescue cat from Forgotten Felines, a wonderful organization.
He was 25 years old when he passed, I had him most of my life.
His daddy made him a beautiful grave and we buried him in the backyard with photos of me and him and he and his daddy and his sister Junior. Leroy had a deadly fear of plastic bags, he would run for miles when you opened one near him. He spoke to, he could say mom very clearly and when we were younger and living at my parents house he would "hear" my car coming up the hill where we lived and whether he was in a sound sleep or visiting another family member, he would run for the front door and wait like a dog for me to come in. He also had a knack for a certain tv show.
Every night @ 11pm, MASH would come on tv and Leroy knew that it was bed time then - so no matter where he was, he would run to my room and get in my bed with me for snuggle time.
When he and I first moved into my husbands house, my husband's other cat was not pleased but he took to love Leroy as everyone who met him did.
His daddy would lovingly wash his face every morning after he ate toward the end because he would have food all over the place.
His last day on earth he wouldn't eat and he didn't want to leave his bed, so the evening he passed I knew it was the end and I took him one last time to my bed and begged god to take him as I knew he was suffering.
Another funny story is when my grandmother was alive - she used to claim Leroy was trying to suffocate me because he would love to lay across your neck while you were laying down and this upset my grandmother horribly.
One day Leroy jumped into her lap and nestled in for a nap and she was won over by his charms.
I like to think of that once in a while and hope that he is in heaven with grandma now..
Leroy has his own page on a wonderful website called catster.com, I encourage folks to go there and visit. I still miss my baby boo though...
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Introducing Junior :
Junior was a an unwanted dog by me - I know it sounds bad. My first husband wanted a dog so bad that he borrowed his gross brothers (a story for another time) dog and passed it off as one he had gone to the shelter to get. I actually enjoyed having a puppy around so I said ok let's get a dog. We took a drive to the North Shore Animal League in LI and after being shown so many poor babies, I saw Junior. She was the last of her bunch in a small dark cage and she was all skin and ears - in fact my ex husband said "she looks like a rat". I said I think she is cute, he said keep moving - I said I will not, I like her. The helper at the shelter even tried to get me to keep looking but I knew she was for me. I said she is the one I want and they both looked at me like I was insane. I stood firm and after hours of grueling interviews and interrogations they gave me my love. I remember it as if it was yesterday. We stopped at McDonald's on the way home and I got out of the car to let my new baby do peeps and she just collapsed in the parking lot - she couldn't stand properly.
Junior was a an unwanted dog by me - I know it sounds bad. My first husband wanted a dog so bad that he borrowed his gross brothers (a story for another time) dog and passed it off as one he had gone to the shelter to get. I actually enjoyed having a puppy around so I said ok let's get a dog. We took a drive to the North Shore Animal League in LI and after being shown so many poor babies, I saw Junior. She was the last of her bunch in a small dark cage and she was all skin and ears - in fact my ex husband said "she looks like a rat". I said I think she is cute, he said keep moving - I said I will not, I like her. The helper at the shelter even tried to get me to keep looking but I knew she was for me. I said she is the one I want and they both looked at me like I was insane. I stood firm and after hours of grueling interviews and interrogations they gave me my love. I remember it as if it was yesterday. We stopped at McDonald's on the way home and I got out of the car to let my new baby do peeps and she just collapsed in the parking lot - she couldn't stand properly.
I then gave her a cheeseburger and she was hooked. She slept the whole ride home in my arms and when she got home she walked over to Leroy's food dish and promptly did the peeps right in it - lol. I named her Junior because my husband and I knew I couldn't have babies so this was our only chance at offspring - so the name stuck. My mother wanted to name her Fanny Arbuckle or Fatty Arbuckle I don't remember and I think she was nipping the sauce that day but that is another story.
Fast forward to today, my baby is doing really well and she will be having her 14th birthday in February.
We go every weekend to the local park and she meets all her friends.
We go every weekend to the local park and she meets all her friends.
I send the Northshore Animal League photos of her to show them how happy she is.
Junior goes to work every day to earn her keep, her daddy takes her to CYFM with him and she loves it there - she is treated like royalty.
She was even present at our wedding this past New Years Eve, the dj even played her a special song : How much is that doggie in the window..
If anyone ever wants a doggie play date - say the word, she loves all other dogs but little ones scare her - she was attacked by a pack of wild miniature daschunds where we used to live - they bit on her tail and she is scared now.
She has a habit of licking knees, it gets kind of embarassing especially when she corners folks to get a good licking.
Another good site that Junior belongs to is : dogster.com
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Mets and Shea Stadium
I went to a Mets game on this past Wednesday.
I am a Yankee fan - not as loyal as Jeannie but I am getting there, my husband and Jeannie are really loyal being from the Bronx but I am a late comer.
Anyhoo, below see a letter about my horrible experience there and let me re-assure you Yankee fans - never ever again will I step foot into Shea Stadium.
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Hello, I was at your stadium last night with a group from my job - CYFM (Catholic Youth and Family Ministry). On the ride down to the stadium one of the priests asked me if I was a fan of your stadium and I said no, I haven't been back to Shea stadium since 1980 and he said why.? I said I had a bad experience then but I am willing to try it again. Upon arriving to your stadium we were wandering around looking for a point of entry - this is where my nightmare begins. Once our group found an entry way, we come to see that there is no working escalator so we must hike up a non working set of escalators which I find to be very dangerous as there is a chance they can start up anytime and hurt somoeone. Worse yet though is that we had all ages of folks with us including a pregnant woman - and when I went in search of ANYONE who works for the stadium to ask for the nearest elevator - I am told there isn't one and the non working escalator is the only way. So we continue on these non working escalators with fans smoking and drinking as we walk - I would imagine that is a security issue but of course there isn't one employee around to assist us.
Once we arrive at the highest tier of the stadium my husband goes to get himself a beer at a kiosk which is clearly marked "mastercard pay pass", I present my "pay pass" to the cashier for swiping and she tells me in a rude tone that she "dont" take no pay pass. I said Miss, the sign is right here and it says pay pass, she says not here you have to walk down to the lower sections - mind you I am in section 12.
I leave her and go to section 1 I believe which is clearly marked credit cards accepted here - so we make our selections and I present my credit card (not pay pass) and another rude woman tells me she doesnt take credit cards, I said this is insane your sign says credit cards accepted. She says I dont have a machine here to take a credit card, you must move over and let the cashier next to me take your credit card. I said you can't just swipe the card at his machine instead of me moving over and getting on another long line just to pay. She says no so I move off her line and get on another long line to pay and by now the first inning is well under way and I am missing this game.
I then get my husbands beer and we start out for our chairs - we enter the walkway for the seats we are stopped by your security department - we literally walked into them.
They tell us we can't walk the path with beer - one beer, so we walk back inside so my husband can drink his beer and watch some of the game via the television.
We are now in the bottom of the 2nd inning and we go back to get our seats which we haven't even seen yet.
We can't locate the rest of our group so my husband, brother and I ask an attendant where our seats are since nothing is clearly marked - he directs us with a wave to a section of 3 seats and when we arrive we must ask other folks to leave after they give us a hard time, we take our seats and they are so uncomfortable for the price we could have had roomier seats.
We notice our group sitting off in a distance but we dont think there is any issue - we assume we just had too many sections.
As we are sitting there, we notice at a minimum of 20 people various ages, various times walking back and forth with beer and getting seats in our section which I believe was non alcoholic. I went to look for anyone in authority and found no one, what I did see was several more heavily intoxicated people milling around inside and no one to reign them in, while I was inside I noticed that the beer seller wasnt lookng at anyone's id but when my 50 year old husband bought his beer, his license was checked.
I then go back to our seat and I decide I have had enough and I want to leave, as I am passing our group - I ask one of my group members why they separated us so much and he says what do you mean - you were in a different section all together, you werent even with us - I said this is where I was sent, I dont believe this. I went again to look for someone to explain this mixup but there was no one.. While I was waiting in the halls, I was surprised at the number of workers just milling around and at how rude they were - there was obvious gawking at women, cursing, just dirty behavior and I was with a christian group. As the remainder of the group joined us back on the bus, I saw the priest again and I share my horror stories with him as he does his stories with me and I say - you see father, this is why I am not a fan of shea stadium and this is why you will never get me back here.
Thank You
I am a Yankee fan - not as loyal as Jeannie but I am getting there, my husband and Jeannie are really loyal being from the Bronx but I am a late comer.
Anyhoo, below see a letter about my horrible experience there and let me re-assure you Yankee fans - never ever again will I step foot into Shea Stadium.
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Hello, I was at your stadium last night with a group from my job - CYFM (Catholic Youth and Family Ministry). On the ride down to the stadium one of the priests asked me if I was a fan of your stadium and I said no, I haven't been back to Shea stadium since 1980 and he said why.? I said I had a bad experience then but I am willing to try it again. Upon arriving to your stadium we were wandering around looking for a point of entry - this is where my nightmare begins. Once our group found an entry way, we come to see that there is no working escalator so we must hike up a non working set of escalators which I find to be very dangerous as there is a chance they can start up anytime and hurt somoeone. Worse yet though is that we had all ages of folks with us including a pregnant woman - and when I went in search of ANYONE who works for the stadium to ask for the nearest elevator - I am told there isn't one and the non working escalator is the only way. So we continue on these non working escalators with fans smoking and drinking as we walk - I would imagine that is a security issue but of course there isn't one employee around to assist us.
Once we arrive at the highest tier of the stadium my husband goes to get himself a beer at a kiosk which is clearly marked "mastercard pay pass", I present my "pay pass" to the cashier for swiping and she tells me in a rude tone that she "dont" take no pay pass. I said Miss, the sign is right here and it says pay pass, she says not here you have to walk down to the lower sections - mind you I am in section 12.
I leave her and go to section 1 I believe which is clearly marked credit cards accepted here - so we make our selections and I present my credit card (not pay pass) and another rude woman tells me she doesnt take credit cards, I said this is insane your sign says credit cards accepted. She says I dont have a machine here to take a credit card, you must move over and let the cashier next to me take your credit card. I said you can't just swipe the card at his machine instead of me moving over and getting on another long line just to pay. She says no so I move off her line and get on another long line to pay and by now the first inning is well under way and I am missing this game.
I then get my husbands beer and we start out for our chairs - we enter the walkway for the seats we are stopped by your security department - we literally walked into them.
They tell us we can't walk the path with beer - one beer, so we walk back inside so my husband can drink his beer and watch some of the game via the television.
We are now in the bottom of the 2nd inning and we go back to get our seats which we haven't even seen yet.
We can't locate the rest of our group so my husband, brother and I ask an attendant where our seats are since nothing is clearly marked - he directs us with a wave to a section of 3 seats and when we arrive we must ask other folks to leave after they give us a hard time, we take our seats and they are so uncomfortable for the price we could have had roomier seats.
We notice our group sitting off in a distance but we dont think there is any issue - we assume we just had too many sections.
As we are sitting there, we notice at a minimum of 20 people various ages, various times walking back and forth with beer and getting seats in our section which I believe was non alcoholic. I went to look for anyone in authority and found no one, what I did see was several more heavily intoxicated people milling around inside and no one to reign them in, while I was inside I noticed that the beer seller wasnt lookng at anyone's id but when my 50 year old husband bought his beer, his license was checked.
I then go back to our seat and I decide I have had enough and I want to leave, as I am passing our group - I ask one of my group members why they separated us so much and he says what do you mean - you were in a different section all together, you werent even with us - I said this is where I was sent, I dont believe this. I went again to look for someone to explain this mixup but there was no one.. While I was waiting in the halls, I was surprised at the number of workers just milling around and at how rude they were - there was obvious gawking at women, cursing, just dirty behavior and I was with a christian group. As the remainder of the group joined us back on the bus, I saw the priest again and I share my horror stories with him as he does his stories with me and I say - you see father, this is why I am not a fan of shea stadium and this is why you will never get me back here.
Thank You
Nice Evening
Thanks to my favorite friend Jeannie's myspace post to me, I got to go out on a date with my husband last night.
We went to see Knocked Up and it was as good as Jeannie promised.
I was a little disturbed by the pop corn seller though because he was putting the pop corn into the paper bags with his bare hands and then he was eating the pop corn that didnt make it into the bag - that is just gross.
Anyhoo, I decided to skip that treat.
I tell you for those of you who live in Dutchess County, try and make it to the Silver Cinemas in the South Hills Mall sometime, the movies are just $2 and $1 on Tuesdays, you just can't beat it.
Now I just must wait for Friday so my hubby can get to see his pick which is Underdog..
Bonus for anyone who can tell me what Underdogs "quote" is..??
Jeannie....................?????
Peace Out
We went to see Knocked Up and it was as good as Jeannie promised.
I was a little disturbed by the pop corn seller though because he was putting the pop corn into the paper bags with his bare hands and then he was eating the pop corn that didnt make it into the bag - that is just gross.
Anyhoo, I decided to skip that treat.
I tell you for those of you who live in Dutchess County, try and make it to the Silver Cinemas in the South Hills Mall sometime, the movies are just $2 and $1 on Tuesdays, you just can't beat it.
Now I just must wait for Friday so my hubby can get to see his pick which is Underdog..
Bonus for anyone who can tell me what Underdogs "quote" is..??
Jeannie....................?????
Peace Out
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Biker Awareness
This was sent to me on myspace and seeing as my husband is a "biker", I had to repost this to remind folks to PLEASE watch out for them..
In the end it is the Biker that makes the better citizen.
I was just a biker I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But, you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But, you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall.
I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.
I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.
But, you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.
I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you stare at my long hair.
But, you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.
I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But, you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.
I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me, cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart.
I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me going home to be with my family.I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.
I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But, you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.
I saw you race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.
I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me trying to turn right.I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But, you didn't see me leave the road.
I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.
I saw you go home to your family.
But, you didn't see me.
Because I died that day you cut me off.
I was just a biker and a person with friends and a family.
But, you didn't see me.
In the end it is the Biker that makes the better citizen.
I was just a biker I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But, you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But, you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall.
I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.
I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.
But, you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.
I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you stare at my long hair.
But, you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.
I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But, you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.
I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me, cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart.
I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me going home to be with my family.I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.
I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But, you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.
I saw you race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.
I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me trying to turn right.I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But, you didn't see me leave the road.
I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.
I saw you go home to your family.
But, you didn't see me.
Because I died that day you cut me off.
I was just a biker and a person with friends and a family.
But, you didn't see me.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Reincarnation
HI fans...
Now that is funny, I used to be an avid poster on this blog but I stopped doing it because frankly no one was bothered enough to read it so I decided to end my pain and suffering.
Well it is Thursday and I only have 3 more days left until my husband comes home.
He is away in Harlan, KY building houses and doing maintenance for his job @ CYFM in Garrison, NY.
They go every year for an Appalaichan mission to help the less fortunate rebuild or build brand new and I know it is a good cause and it makes him a better person but DAMNIT I miss him, and I need him home with me.
We were recently married (well 7 months ago) but still I need to have him near me, I don't do good on my own anymore,
I know I am almost 40 (August 5th friends) but I don't like being alone anymore. When I was in my 20's and 30's it was cool to be alone and independent but not anymore, I know I must sound pathetic but it is true - sorry for the big let down.
OK, I am showing signs of ADD here, so enough is enough.
I wanted to get back to this blogging since my friend J has created hers and it made me want to reincarnate.
IF someone did stop by and read any of these jumbles - well welcome and thanks..
I will try to be more into this blog this time around.
Peace Out Peeps...
Now that is funny, I used to be an avid poster on this blog but I stopped doing it because frankly no one was bothered enough to read it so I decided to end my pain and suffering.
Well it is Thursday and I only have 3 more days left until my husband comes home.
He is away in Harlan, KY building houses and doing maintenance for his job @ CYFM in Garrison, NY.
They go every year for an Appalaichan mission to help the less fortunate rebuild or build brand new and I know it is a good cause and it makes him a better person but DAMNIT I miss him, and I need him home with me.
We were recently married (well 7 months ago) but still I need to have him near me, I don't do good on my own anymore,
I know I am almost 40 (August 5th friends) but I don't like being alone anymore. When I was in my 20's and 30's it was cool to be alone and independent but not anymore, I know I must sound pathetic but it is true - sorry for the big let down.
OK, I am showing signs of ADD here, so enough is enough.
I wanted to get back to this blogging since my friend J has created hers and it made me want to reincarnate.
IF someone did stop by and read any of these jumbles - well welcome and thanks..
I will try to be more into this blog this time around.
Peace Out Peeps...
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