Tuesday, May 29, 2007
This is my all-time favorite "Grand-dog," Otis, a Siberian Huskey. I have a better photo I'll post at a later date - he has his summer coat here and isn't in his full glory!
Otis talked a lot. He verbalized at you when you'd speak to him, you know - the wow-row, roar, roar, row, row - kind of dog-speak. (Okay, I flunked dog-speak, but you get the point.) He loved to run, especially when the kids would leave the front door open. After all, he was a sled dog! I was there a couple of times when he bolted so I got in my car, located him and tried to lure him into the car. Hah! He'd let me get within a couple of inches and bam! Off he'd go! Nothing is more frustrating than to track a dog who doesn't want to be caught! He'd finally give in (it was a game, after all) and one of us would lead him back home.
He was basically our son-in-law, Doug's dog. Those of you who have been with me for awhile, know that Doug passed away a couple of years ago. If you're new here, check out some of my very first posts...Suffice it to say, it was an unexpected and very painful death for all of us. Otis knew something was wrong. Dogs intuit things like that. They feel pain and sorrow just as we do, and they mourn the loss of a faithful master.
Two months after Doug's death, I received a phone call at work from my daughter. She was bereft and could hardly speak through sobs. I caught the words, "I'm at the vets," and something about "Otis has to be put down." I told her to hang on - I'd be right there. I quickly filled in my boss and took off.
Sure enough, Otis was in congestive heart failure. I couldn't believe it! The doctor informed her that he was in terrific pain and had to be euthanized. My heart sunk as I took one look at her face, at eyes that had been through so much pain and knew this was going to be tough. We took a moment to caress that sweet dog and tell him how very much we loved him and then the needle did it's job. We spent a few minutes with him - both of us were sobbing into his fur. I had missed so much work already I had to get back to the office but we stood by my car, clinging to one another, wondering why, of all times, did this have to happen! The boys had just lost their dad and now we had to tell them their dog was gone. You know, there are times in this life when I just want to quit. Enough with the pain...make it stop, especially when it's happening to your child! But you have to keep going and so you do what needs to be done.
I didn't intend for this post to become so morbid and sad. I guess I hadn't quite worked this out of my system. I may never...but I do know that I will always love dogs. I will always have a dog in my life and treasure each sloppy kiss and lick, regardless of the pain when the time comes to love them off into endless sleep.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Having grown up in the middle of the "Cold War," tripping over the supply of bottled water and canned goods on our back porch that were kept on hand just in case we were attacked by the Russians, the slogan "Better Dead Than Red" comes to my mind. The message here is that one would be better off dead than alive under Russian rule.
I still can't hear an air raid siren without quaking a bit. We lived in constant fear that the dreaded "Rooskies" would be bombarding the beaches and sky. One of the best movies of that time was "The Russians are Coming, The Russians are Coming!" Alan Arkin stars and you will be delighted at the humor to be found in this very serious subject!
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I'M BA-CK!!! This photo depicts my mood over the last several days! AT&T could not establish service into our house because we had the "old" AT&T lines, not the "new" AT&T! Both of them stink, big time! It took over a week for us to finally get a telephone...I love big utilities (NOT!).
Yes, we're in, finally, surrounded by stacks of boxes. It reminds me of the house in New York where those two eccentric brothers lived. They had stacks of boxes and piles of newspapers and junk piled everywhere. Finally, one of them was trapped underneath an avalanche of stuff and the other brother couldn't get out. Indeed, a nightmare! Someone stop me if I ever threaten to do this again, please!
I am now in the process of preparing more boxes for the Salvation Army because if I can't store it, it's gone. No room at the inn, so to speak. Books and art stuff seem to be my downfall. Must seek therapy...oh, wait - that won't work! I'm already getting therapy. Start drinking more...no, can't do that. I don't drink. O-k-a-y then. Stop reading and collecting art stuff. There we go! Solution at hand!!! (Hah!)
I'm going to be spending the next few days touring and catching up. Please bear with me!
Love to all!
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Thursday, May 17, 2007
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Monday, May 14, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
"I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life." -- Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)
AAlthough this is not a photo of my mother, it is of a woman in 1947, the year I was born, so it reprresents her well. I miss her everyday.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL OF YOU!
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Saturday, May 12, 2007
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Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
Four out of five Americans will suffer from lower back pain sometime in their lives. It is estimated that 80 percent of all lower back pain is caused by tight muscles in the lower back, tight hamstrings, weak abdominal muscles, improper posture and structural abnormalities.
This is how things are looking at the moment!!!!
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Just a Note: We're cleaning out the garage (oh joy!) today and Sunday. If I don't get back to you, don't give up on me! We're due to move on the 18th so we've got a lot of "stuff" to do in the meantime. I'll try to visit as much as I possibly can.
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Please meet my first great-grandson! He will be three in July and was just a year old in this photo. (My PC is acting up and I couldn't scan any other pictures into my laptop). Like most little boys, he loves to rough house with his dad, grandpa, uncle and all the boy cousins!
Childhood rushes by so quickly it's difficult for me to fathom that his grandmother was once my little girl!
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
I was born in 1947 and grew up watching TV (is that a good thing???). I found a neat list of old TV shows, and here are 13 of them that ran from 1950 - 1959. I wonder how many of you will remember them... ABBOTT AND COSTELLO
At approximately 1:30 AM on June 16, 1959, George Reeves died of a gunshot wound to the head in the upstairs bedroom of his Benedict Canyon home. He was 45 years old.
Amos Jones - Alvin Childress
Andrew Hogg Brown (Andy) - Spencer Williams
George "Kingfish" Stevens - Tim Moore
Sapphire Stevens - Ernestine Wade
Ramona Smith (Sapphire's Mama) - Amanda Randolph
Madame Queen - Lillian Randolph
Algonquin J. Calhoun - Johnny Lee
Lightnin' - Horace Stewart (aka, Nick O'Demus)
The Ann Sothern Show was a comedy series about the assistant manager (Katy O'Connor) of a chic New York City hotel. Most of the storylines centered around the lives of Katy, her fellow hotel co-workers, and hotel guests. Katy had a potential romantic interest with James Devery that almost, but never quite, happened until the end of the series.
We'll never forget Little Joe (Michael Landon), Hoss (Dan Blocker), Adam (Pernell Roberts), and Ben Cartwright (Lorne Greene) - and Hop Sing, the cook. Sunday nights, after church - 8:00 p.m. I can still hear the theme song...
The show ended only when Gracie finally got her wish and retired after the 1957 season. George tried to continue the show without her, but it lasted only one season.
Cheyenne - Clint Walker
Walker,a strapping young man of 1/4 Cherokee descent; he stood 6' 6" and according to a Time magazine article in its 3-30-59 issue, had measurements of 48-32-36. He left school to join the United States Merchant Marine at the tail end of World War II then worked at odd jobs in California and Las Vegas where he worked as a doorman at the Sands Hotel. In Los Angeles, he was hired by Cecil B. DeMille to appear in The Ten Commandments. A friend in the film business helped get him a few bit parts that brought him to the attention of Warner Bros. who were in the process of developing a western style television series. Walker's good looks and physique landed him an audition and he won the lead role. Billed as "Clint" Walker, he was cast as "Cheyenne Bodie," a cowboy hero set in the post American Civil War era.
Although the series regularly capitalized on Walker's rugged frame with frequent bare-chested scenes, it was well written and acted and proved hugely popular for eight seasons on the ABC television network.
" Dennis, the Menace"
Jim Anderson ........................................Robert Young
77 Sunset Strip
There was never a song I hated more than "Kookie, Kookie, Lend Me Your Comb!"
77 Sunset Strip was one of the most popular of the detective series in early television. Created by Roy Huggins and based on the Warner Brothers 1958 TV-movie Girl on the Run, the show ran on ABC television from 1958 to 1964 and won the 1960 Golden Globe Award for best TV series. The pilot was the first made-for-TV movie, although that credit is often erroneously accorded Fame Is the Name of the Game.
Sunset Strip is the most famous section of Sunset Boulevard in West Hollywood between Crescent Heights Boulevard to Doheny Drive.
The show revolved around two Los Angeles detectives, both former government secret agents: Stuart ("Stu") Bailey (Efrem Zimbalist Jr., playing a character that Huggins had created in his 1946 novel The Double Take) and Jeff Spencer (Roger Smith). Spencer was also a former government agent, and a non-practicing attorney. They worked out of swank digs at 77 Sunset Strip, between La Cienega Boulevard and Alta Loma Road on the south side of the Strip next door to Dean Martin's real life pizza joint, Dino's Restaurant, where Suzanne the beautiful French switchboard operator played by Jacqueline Beer, handled the phones.
Hanging around for comic relief were Roscoe the racetrack tout played by Louis Quinn, and the rock and roll-loving, wisecracking, hair-combing, beatnik, P.I. wanna-be, valet parking attendant next door, Gerald Lloyd Kookson III ("Kookie"), played by Edd Byrnes. Comb sales soared. So much for Huggins' hopes for a straight P.I. series. Hardboiled drama was out and occasionally self-deprecating humor was in.
My husband told me that I kept him from losing it while fixing a leaking pipe. We had to fix a pipe on our water heater based on our home inspection. Hubman turned off the water, replaced the pipe and sealed it with pipe dope, turned the water back on - drip, drip, drip. More pipe dope...drip, drip, drip. It's 8:30 p.m., so he makes a quick trip to OSH and comes back with Teflon tape, hoping that we will not be without water overnight! By 9:00 p.m., the water was back on, no drips and he's enthralled with Teflon tape! It was a rough four hours of work, skinned knuckles and sweat. Why don't they place these things where you can get to them when they need to be serviced? Oh no! They're always up high and at the oddest angles!
Hubman's been going to the chiropractor for a sore back and all of that twisting and bending sure didn't help. He feels that every time he starts something it is bound to be jinxed. He told me how much it means to him that I remain so calm and soothing for him. He said that I keep him together...I didn't know.
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