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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

This is Pete's latest work of art.. We have several fish and he decided that they needed a bigger home so he bought a larger tank and set it all up last night.
I think he did a good job, he has the creative side in the family..

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...