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Livin' In a Cat House

2014-08-16T23:15:00.000-04:00

It's official, I live in a cat house.

It wasn't always this way. My husband and I, still in the giggly stages of newlyweddom, decided to buy a house after living in a duplex our first married year. We looked around and found a 2 bedroom bungalow with a finished upstairs and a full basement. Perfect for our kids, his two and my one. The day we moved in was during a nice "January in Ohio" blizzard. We survived the move in, the kids found their rooms, all was well.

That first year, the furnace broke down during the coldest days of winter, the basement flooded during the rainiest days of spring, and the a/c died during the hottest days of summer. Everything was repaired, all was well.

Time moves on. 11 years of home ownership, and we've survived it all. Storms, kids, neighbors and everything else you could think of, all was well.

I decided to adopt a cat last October. "Elizabeth Taylor - Hilton - Wilding - Todd - Fisher - Burton - Burton - Warner - Fortensky" or "Lizzy Boo" for short, is a sweetheart black and white, domestic shorthair cat. I adopted her and she adopted me. I love my Lizzy Boo. She follows me all around the house, and has to lay right up against me when she sleeps. One cat in the house was fine, all is well, until........

We decided it was time for my Mother to move in. (cue "Jaws" music) My Mom is a great lady, fantastic cook, and all around the best Mom ever. ("Jaws" music getting louder) I love my Mom and we're very close, so the whole move was no problem. ("Jaws" music getting even louder) My Mom has three cats, DJ, Pixie, and Pumpkin (or Meowzebub as I call her).

Don't get me wrong, I love animals. We grew up with cats, dogs, hamsters, fish etc. so I have no problem with pets or animals in general. All of my animals are rescues and I donate to different animal rescue groups, but 4 cats in a house is a lot of fur.

It's been four months now. Thanks to "Arm & Hammer", there is no litter box smell, but everywhere I step there's a cat. I don't know how they do it. You would swear there are 8 or 10 cats around by the way they can be everywhere at once. Sitting down in the living room to watch TV, there's a cat in the chair. Head into the bathroom, there's a cat in there. I've started closing my bedroom door due to rolling over on a cat in my sleep - oh that's fun - the cat screaming, me screaming - I had nightmares for a week.

I can't get rid of any of them though. They each have very distinct personalities, and I've come to love them all. So, I keep a lint roller in my purse and kitty treats by the door. I never, ever, thought I'd live in a cat house, but I do - and I wouldn't have it any other way.

The Raw Emotion of 3am

2014-06-16T03:38:00.001-04:00

It's 3:00 in the morning. Where are you? Sleeping, working, praying, playing?

Typically, I'd be sound asleep with visions of Russell Crowe and Hugh Jackman dancing in my head.
Not tonight - no, my slumber is stolen, my dreams interrupted by this hideous disease known as Dermatomyositis.

My skin is red, hot, burning. No relief in sight. Cool showers make it worse. Creams or ointments have no effect.

I found two bags of frozen shredded zucchini in my freezer. One on my arm, the other on my chest. Ahhhhh.........a moment of relief.

All this because the insurance company is dragging their feet on the renewal of my medication approval.

Without this medication, my skin will get worse to the point of open ulcers on my arms, back and chest. My legs and arms have started weakening and eventually I won't be able to walk.

As it is, internally I have a fire as well. My muscles and some organs inflamed. Waiting for the IV Meds. I want to scream. This has been my life the past few nights. It's just getting to be to much for me to handle anymore.

Memorial Day, It's Not About the Cookout

2014-05-25T23:42:00.000-04:00

Have you ever read, "The Constitution of the United States of America"? I understand if you haven't, it's not an easy read. Honestly, I have yet to finish it in its entirety. That will change this Memorial Day.

I know it's great to have a three day weekend, but as you're eating that hot dog or hanging out with friends and family, take time to realize what this day is about. It's a day of remembrance. To remember those that have served, and are currently serving, in our military. It's a day to remember those that never returned, and those that did.

This day touches us all.  Everyone knows someone who has served. Many of us know someone that has returned injured, physically or mentally. So many people killed, hurt, maimed. For what?  What is it all for?

FREEDOM

They serve because I can't. They took a bullet because I couldn't. They lost their limbs so I wouldn't. They sacrificed everything so I can live free. They gave of themselves to protect our rights, to protect our Constitution, to protect us.

How can the government these folks fought and died to protect treat our veterans so bad? We need to be mad, and we need to make changes to protect them. The current mess of the Veterans Administration can't be swept under a rug.  They've protected us, let us now provide for them. Start calling, writing, screaming to our Congressmen and Senators to take care of our Veterans.

Today and everyday - remember their sacrifice.  Enjoy your freedom - it takes a lot of blood to keep it.

No Resolutions for the New Year

2013-12-27T19:29:00.000-05:00

I've decided to stop making resolutions. I never keep them.

This time, I've decided to list what I would like to see happen in 2014. A wish list, of sorts, that, in my opinion, would make the world a better place. Some are serious, some are humorous, some are ludicrous.

I wish in 2014.......

...the "F" word would return to dark alley's, men's bathrooms, and the military. Outside of those parameters, be socially unacceptable to say.

...Bruce Jenner Kardashian's face would melt off and he'd be back to Bruce Jenner, Olympic god.

...TLC would stop trolling trailer parks for their next reality show. ENOUGH ALREADY!

...people who say, "live and let live" would mean it.

...there would be more equality.

...no one would care who sleeps with whom. Straight, gay, lesbian, bi, tran, who cares. A person is a person - PERIOD!

...the punishment for any form of child abuse would be more severe.

...Washington DC would realize the citizens of this country no longer care about party politics - we just want stuff done!

...people would realize Miley Cyrus is the Madonna of the 21st century. As long as she keeps getting attention for being ridiculous, she'll keep being ridiculous to sell her music. Ignore her and she'll stop licking everything.

...the punishment for any form of animal abuse would be more severe.

...all children would have the opportunity for an education.

...no child would ever go without a healthy meal or a clean bed to sleep in.

...any sick child would get free medical care.

...more money would be spent on research for a cure for auto-immune illnesses such as Lupus (SLE), Fibromyalgia, and Dermatomyositis.

...pot would be legalized.

...people would stop shopping Wal-Mart and shop local businesses.

...the punishment for human trafficking would be more severe.

...colleges would lower their costs and financial aid would increase so anyone can afford a college degree.

...anyone involved in child pornography gets their nuts cut off. Ok, at least gets punished more severely.

...the illegal immigrants that have been here for years, have families, jobs, and have done nothing against this country, be allowed to become citizens - quickly, not at the current slow pace. Many of them work harder and have more pride in America than some of our natural born citizens.

...there be less boobs, butts, and nuts shown on TV. Sheesh - it's embarrassing at times.

Ok, this is the list so far, there may be another.
Happy 2014 folks - may it be a heck of a lot better than 2013, and my all our soldiers come home.

"Someday at Christmas"

2013-12-24T22:08:00.000-05:00

According to the website "Song Facts", this song was written by Motown songwriters Ron Miller and Bryan Wells for Stevie Wonder's Christmas album, and released during the Vietnam War. It was one of the first Christmas songs with a social and political message. It took a stand for peace, equality and compassion.

I've heard this song for years, but never really listened to it until recently. This song could have been written yesterday, the lyrics are quite moving. It's worth taking the time to find it on the internet and listen to it.

I know I won't see "Someday" during my lifetime, but maybe my son and his children will.

"Someday At Christmas"

Someday at Christmas men won't be boys
Playing with bombs like kids play with toys
One warm December our hearts will see
A world where men are free

Someday at Christmas there'll be no wars
When we have learned what Christmas is for
When we have found what life's really worth
There'll be peace on earth

Someday all our dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmastime

Someday at Christmas we'll see a land
With no hungry children, no empty hand
One happy morning people will share
Our world where people care

Someday at Christmas there'll be no tears
All men are equal and no men have fears
One shining moment, one prayer away
From our world today

Someday all our dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmastime

Someday at Christmas man will not fail
Hate will be gone and love will prevail
Someday a new world that we can start
With hope in every heart

Someday all our dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmastime
Someday at Christmastime

You're a What?

2013-12-11T21:11:00.001-05:00

ag·nos·tic noun \ag-ˈnäs-tik, əg-\

: a person who does not have a definite belief about whether God exists or not

: a person who does not believe or is unsure of something

-Merriam-Webster Dictionary

: my college kid

I have an "agnostic" in my house.

At least during his Sophomore year. His Freshman year he was the "philosopher", now he's the "agnostic". What will he be his Junior or Senior year?

I know, I know, "he's finding himself", that's what college is all about. He's finding himself ??? He hasn't lived long enough to be lost! An "agnostic"? Jeez....what the heck?

Do all parents go through this? He wasn't raised an "agnostic". He had a belief in God, where did it go? Now he's all "Mr. Science" and has to have everything proved to him. It'll be really easy for him to prove that's my foot in his backside.

Ok - deep breath - relax. He didn't come home with an earring, tattoos, or wearing a bra.

I know I put my parents through it when I was 20, so I guess if this is the worst thing he comes home with, I'll be ok.

Deep breath - an "agnostic" - Jeez......if my mom finds out she'll have her foot in my backside.

Why Adopt an Animal?

2013-11-17T17:15:00.001-05:00

There are many reasons not to bring an animal into your home.

They're an added expense with buying food, toys, and treats. Don't forget the vet bills for immunizations, and emergencies.

They tie you down. You have to find someone to babysit if you go away for a few days.

Housebreaking can be an issue. If you don't get them already trained, you end up with a spot or two on the carpet.

Don't forget having to walk the dog daily, or play with the cat when he's frisky.

The list goes on and on.

Why would anyone want to adopt an animal?

Two words - unconditional love.

You come home from a hard day, who is right there to let you know everything really is ok? Your pet. You're not feeling very well, who climbs on the bed and snuggles right up beside you making you feel better? Your pet. Who is there to share your happiness, share your sorrows, share your life? Your pet.

Unconditional love.

A cat curled up on your lap, purring - one of the greatest feelings in the world.
A dog with it's head on your lap, waiting for that rub behind the ears - another one of the greatest feelings in the world.

How can you not want a pet to share your life with. Complete yourself, adopt a dog or cat from a local shelter. You'll quickly realize what it is you've been missing - the unconditional love that can only come from a pet.

The Story of Winston, My Crazy, Wonderful African Grey Parrot

2013-10-24T22:25:00.001-04:00

Winston is my "rescued" African Grey Parrot.

I've never written about her, so I thought it's about time you met.

Friends of mine have birds. I had no intention of getting one. They poop, flip feathers everywhere, chew and tear up everything, did I mention the poop? If I wanted to see a bird, I could go to my friends home and see theirs.

Then came the phone call. "Would you please take the bird......he's (didn't know then he was a she) not doing well......please?" A guy I worked with had purchased the bird shortly after it was weaned. He had her for awhile, then met a girl who didn't like the bird, they married, long story short the bird ended up at his parents home. His mother was the primary care giver, she died, his father did not like the bird, didn't care for it properly, I get the call, I take the bird.

The day they dropped him off (gender still unknown), my bird friend had already set up an appointment with our local avian vet for the same day. Very good idea. This bird looked like it was knocking on death's door, or screeching, as the case may be. It had plucked itself naked (except for it's head), and was very undernourished. The vet took him in the back, screeching all the way, and I was certain this was a dead bird. I was shocked when he brought him back, said he was a he, and sent us home with vitamins, medicine, and a very good prognosis.

Once home, we were alone. The bird in the cage, me trying to figure out what to do with him. He wouldn't let me touch him without biting me - very painful - so I had no way to bond with him. We just stared at each other. A couple of days of staring and he made a noise. Up to now, there had been only silence (outside of all the screeching at the vets). A few days later, more noises. A few more days and I was able to open the cage, put food in the crock, and close the cage without getting my face ripped off.

The more he heard my voice, the more he appeared to listen, so I started reading my son's children's books to him. This worked wonders. I had changed his name to "Winston" and was using that name all the time. It was really easy for him to pick up on the name.

As time passed, Winston was healing, and we were bonding. His vocabulary, however, was something else entirely. Apparently, he was fond of swearing. Once he started, it was hard to get him to stop. Ignoring it worked really well, but he still thought it was really funny to drop an obscenity when my mother was around. Try explaining a swearing bird to an ultra-conservative, never-swore-in-her-life-and-smacked-us-if-we-ever-came-close, mother. She eventually learned to ignore the language, and eventually Winston stopped, except for one word - "Bulls***". When Winston gets aggravated with something I've said or done, you can hear the word said very quietly, in a low voice, but very clearly.

The day Winston turned from a "he" to a "she" was really pretty funny. Now. At the time, I completely freaked. I had told everyone many, many times to never, never, NEVER put anything into the bird cage, including fingers. On this particular morning, I was changing the water, and noticed something in the bottom of the cage. I gathered everyone together and proceeded to give a lecture on why I said don't put anything in the cage when my son said, "Mom, we didn't put anything in the cage - those look like eggs." I looked closer, and it was then that I noticed Winston had made a little nest, and was rolling these small marshmallow looking things into it. Not one to panic (HAH), I grabbed the phone, called the vet, and was screaming into the phone, "My bird laid an egg, my bird laid an egg!" The vet tech on the other end was trying to get me to calm down by reminding me that birds DO lay eggs, but she didn't understand that this was a boy bird. "My boy bird laid an egg, my bird is a boy and he laid an egg" I screamed. "Ma'am, male birds DON'T lay eggs, only females", she tried to explain. Then I tried to explain that the vet told me this bird was a boy and now it laid an egg. This poor tech didn't realize how dense I was, "Ma'am, only females lay eggs, your bird MUST be a female." "No, no, no, he's a boy", I continued to protest. I also noticed the bird's "vent" looked like it was turned inside out. (The vent is the small slit in the body, towards the tail, where they poo and where the eggs come out) I told the tech, "His vent looks like it's turned inside out." By this time I was sure my boy bird was dying or something was very wrong. She said, "Ma'am, have you ever had a baby?" "Yes", I responded. "And afterwards did you feel like you were turned inside out?" she said. "Well, um, yeah", I said. "Well, SHE feels the same way, your BOY bird is a GIRL bird and she laid an egg. Bye!" - and hung up. Oh, I guess my bird is a girl. I must have missed that part of the "birds and bees" lecture in sixth grade. Winston went on to lay a couple more eggs, and, after a few days, they broke. She ate them. What a sneaky way to get out of raising a teenager.

A few years have passed since those days. Winston is now 21, and she knows she's my baby. I have her cage in my craft room/office, so I can spend more time with her. When the little TV I have in there is to loud, she yells at me, "HEY". When she wants my attention, she gives me a "cat call" whistle or swings around on her chain that hangs in the cage. She gives me so many laughs, she's good therapy for a bad day. I don't regret adding her to my family - she's just a joy. Winston's the little bird that kept on going in spite of all odds against her.

There will be more Winston stories to come.

Good Bye My Bailey Boy

2013-07-31T23:33:00.000-04:00

Today the vet put my dog to sleep. It's the most painful experience I've ever had to go through in my life.

A bit of background -

About 9 years ago, I heard about a family moving to Arizona, and they had 2 dogs they needed to give away. I wasn't looking for a dog, but I thought I'd check into it. When I arrived at the house, this adorable Miniature Schnauzer was poking his head out of the screen door. He was jumping and dancing around, so excited someone was at the door. I still wasn't really into getting a dog, but when they told me one of the dogs had been given away, and they were going to have to put this one down if no one would take him, I picked him up, put him in my car, and took him home. Bailey was mine.

From the moment we walked in the door of my home, it wasn't my home anymore. It was his. He sniffed all around, made my cat stay in the basement, and laid claim to the sofa so he could look out the window. When he wasn't watching the neighborhood, he was on my lap. The first time he looked up at me with those dark brown eyes, I was in love.

You could never pet him enough. He would lick my hand for just a bit more love and he'd get it. When he wasn't sitting with me he'd be on the floor at my feet. He'd lick my foot and get a belly rub. He was definitely a love pup.

About 6 years ago, I was diagnosed with Lupus and other auto-immune diseases. Bailey (Bailey Boy by this time) knew when I was hurting. He'd jump up on my bed and snuggle up beside me or lay his head on me. He'd smile and it just made me feel better. He always knew when I needed him most and he was always there.

Today he needed me. He needed me to hold him, and let him go.

He started to slow down a few months ago. He's 12 now, and breathing hard. The vet showed me his enlarged heart on the x-ray and said he would get worse. He did. That was about three months ago. I noticed last week how swollen his little body was, and how difficult it was for him to walk. He was starting to leave spots on the carpet, and could only take a couple steps at a time before laying down. He would still put his head on my lap, but I had to lift him up to the sofa now, he couldn't jump up any more. The vet told me I would know when it was time. He became totally incontinent over the past few days, and this morning, he looked up at me with those dark brown eyes I fell in love with, and I knew. I had to let him go.

I did.

As I held him close, I thanked him for loving me, for being the greatest dog I ever owned, and for being there for me. I promised him I would never forget him, and I loved him too much to let him suffer any more. I felt him relax as the vet gave him the injection. I felt his heart slow, I felt his last breath, I felt my heart break. He was gone.

I've never felt this type of pain, but I know I made the right choice. Bailey Boy is now running through the grass, and feeling like a pup again. Yes, I do believe animals go to heaven, and I know I'll see him again some day, and that makes the pain a bit easier to handle.

I'll get another dog someday, and go through this again. The unconditional love of a pet is worth it, but there will never, ever be another Bailey Boy. Good bye my sweet, precious love, and rest peacefully.

Paula Deen Was Honest, Why Can't Everyone Else Be?

2013-06-27T20:04:00.000-04:00

I'm not a Paula Deen fan. I don't dislike her, I'm just not into her style of cooking.

From what I understand, she started at the bottom, single mom on foodstamps, and worked her way up. I think that really says something about a person. She gets credit from me for all her hard work.

What I don't understand is all the media attention on her because she said the "N" word". Because she is now forced to wear a scarlet "N", she is losing everything. None of this makes any sense to me. What did she do that is so bad she deserves all this? I'm not justifying racial slurs, but seriously folks, who out there has never said something they didn't mean, or were sorry they said?

Have you ever been to a garage sale or flea market and "jewed" a price down?
When you were a kid did you ever get an "indian" rub, or "indian" wrestle?
At a restaurant with a friend do you ever go "dutch"?

The kicker here to me is when you hear blacks/coloreds/negros/African American's (I don't know what the politically correct word of the day is) call each other the "N" word. "Well, it's their word so they can say it". I've never heard a group of Italian's say "yo yo dago, wassup?", or Asian teen agers saying "Hey chink" to each other.

This all out assault on this woman is just ridiculous and needs to stop. So she said a racial slur, so what, who hasn't at least one time in their lives. She doesn't use racial slurs in her daily conversation it was a one time mistake. How stupid the media has become.

People in glass houses should not throw stones, unless you throw them at the media.

I Miss the Old Movies

2013-06-17T21:44:00.000-04:00

My husband and I saw the new Superman film. It wasn't bad, but I think I'm getting to old for the movies.

There were definitely high points to this film. Russell Crowe can do no wrong in my eyes and Henry Cavill - he's a might fine chunk of flesh and fills out the costume very, very well, but I just couldn't follow it all with all the special effects.

The same evening, Turner Classic Movie's was showing "To Kill a Mockingbird", one of the finest movies ever made. As I watch this movie, the characters personalities evolving as the movie progressed, the fantastic script, the magnificent acting I couldn't help but compare it to the "Man of Steel" I saw earlier.

I'm not talking about comparing it frame by frame, but comparing how the movies were made. "MOS" was all special effects, very little plot (we all know the story), and very, very little script. There is no need to talk when you have computer graphics to carry you. They really needed to edit better.

"TKAM" is an amazing film. To watch Gregory Peck as Atticus Fitch is just about as good as it gets. The facial expressions, the body language - all the characters were just fascinating - you don't see this anymore.

I think it's an age thing. If I was 25 again, I'm sure I'd be all over the computer stuff, but I really appreciate the whole movie making thing, and the new stuff just isn't doing it for me.

Did I mention Henry Cavill is built like a Greek god? He really could be on Mt. Olympus, along side Russell Crowe.

Why Are You "Owed" Anything?

2013-05-05T15:20:00.000-04:00

Where did the attitude of, "you owe it to me" come from?

As kids, we had an allowance given at the end of the week. We had a list of chores and once completed, we were given some change. Our chores did not include the daily things we were responsible for, such as making the bed, but extra's like sweeping the porch, mowing the lawn etc. You didn't do it, you didn't get your allowance.

When I had my first job, I remember punching the clock, and getting paid for the hours I worked. Pay was the minimum wage at the time ( I think $3.35/hr) and I absolutely hated the job, but I wanted some money, was old enough to work, so there ya' go. If you didn't work, you didn't get paid.

My friends and I were pretty much raised with the same types of values. All our parents worked, and we all worked when we were old enough. Oh sure, there was always one kid that had parents handing out money, but it wasn't the norm.

I have tried to instill these values into my son. You work, you get money. You don't work, you're broke. Get it? Apparently he doesn't get it. He has an opportunity to work this summer, but would rather stay home and mooch off me. We've discussed it and it's not going to happen. He lives here, he works. End of discussion.

The topic came up at the nail salon. Several women were talking about their adult children living at home and how hard it is on the wallet. I listened for awhile. One woman had a son who was out until 2am every night and sleeps all day. He gave her a list of stuff he wanted her to buy at the grocery store and she couldn't afford it all at once. He was mad, she felt bad, so she went and bought it all anyway. "Oh it's so hard to raise kids these days", she said. I continued to listen. Another woman was just so tired. Her daughter and three kids live with her and she has to get up with the baby every night because her daughter needs her sleep. Without sleep she's just cranky, so she lets her sleep. No, the daughter doesn't have a job, but gets a food card and Medicaid. The other women had basically the same stories. Kids living at home - all over 18 - some have kids of their own and they all live with mom. Mom takes care of it all. How they're all able to be on government support living at home is beyond me, but most all get some type of assistance.

All of these women, ALL of them, felt they "owed it" to the kids. The kids all feel their mom "owes it" to them.

Why? Why is it "owed"? I gave birth to my son. It wasn't his choice to be born, but mine. So, based on that, I felt I "owed" him the best life I could give him while I raised him. Now that he's an adult, I don't "owe" him squat. I will always love him, support his ideas and plans (for the most part), and - God forbid - should something happen to his health, I would take care of him without any problem. Once our kids are grown adults, we don't "owe" them anything.

Maybe part of why the welfare system is on overload is because too many parents have taught their children life is "owed" to them. I just don't understand that attitude and would love it if someone would explain it to me. A job, working, that's part of paying our dues in life.

The discussion with my son ended with me saying this to him - I believe anyone that has an ounce of self respect about them got where they're at by working for it. Your parents, grandparents, great-grandparents all worked for what they had. You come from a long line of hard workers and now it's expected of you to do the same. Someday, when you're sitting in your nice home filled with stuff, you'll be able to look around and appreciate the fact that no one handed you anything. You worked for it and can hold your head high, proud of who you are.

Time to Take Control!

2013-03-02T23:17:00.001-05:00

Recently, I was in the hospital for a couple of days. This isn't a new experience for me, due to my health, so I pretty much know what will happen and nothing comes as a surprise, until now.

My team of physicians is fantastic. They're all with the Cleveland Clinic and I am so fortunate to be in their care. When I'm admitted to our local hospital, they have a team of physicians, called "hospitalists", from the Clinic to care for Clinic patients. Again, I've had the best care from this group, until now.

I was admitted through the Emergency Room and put on a floor at about 6:40am. The nurses can't do anything without orders, I understand that. I was in extreme pain and it was just getting worse. The nurse came in and did an assessment, and placed a call to the "hospitalist" on call. By 10:00am I was crying and couldn't speak the pain was so bad. No doctor had called with any orders, no doctor had responded to any page. It was agonizing.

At 10:30 a doctor came in. His name was something like "Alibabba". I had never seen him before. He walked in and sat in the chair beside my bed. This is the actual conversation:

Dr: Why are you in pain?
Me: Why? I was hoping you would tell me.
--he poked me in the side where the pain was the worst--
Dr: You have a pain doctor?
Me: No. This isn't a chronic issue.
Dr: You married?
Me: Yes.
Dr: You have child?
Me: Yes.
Dr: You stay tonight, go home tomorrow.

He walked out.

Now I'm in pain and furious. I call the nurse and ask who this guy was. The nurse isn't sure of his name because there are a bunch of new "hospitalists" and they don't know them all yet. I requested a different doctor and was told it would be looked into.

About noon I was given a couple of Percocet - they don't do much - and that is the extent of it.

I yelled then, I'm still yelling, and I plan to keep yelling until I know this won't happen to me or anyone else again. Left in pain and attended to by a doctor who appeared not to give a crap.

I'm blogging about this in the hopes that if someone reads this and can relate, they too might speak up for themselves as I did. We are not left at the mercy of these rude doctors that don't have a bit of humanity in them. We can speak up - you can speak up, shout, scream if you have to. Get the care you deserve. Don't be afraid of these people. They work for you. Go over their head to their supervisor, their supervisor's supervisor, the head of the whole freakin' hospital.

You have the right to take control of your medical care. You have the right to see a physician that you can understand, and that cares enough to care for you. Make these jerks realize we're not putting up with this attitude anymore.

I'm sure the doctor who was in my room doesn't remember my name. When I'm done he will.

Blessings Given Or Your Money Back

2013-02-18T23:57:00.000-05:00

This is off a local church website. It has been copied and pasted here so this is exactly what is on the site. I have not added or deleted anything. They call it the "90-Day Tithe Challenge". My comments/opinions follow.

God repeatedly challenges us to trust Him with our finances, promising that when we give Him our first and best, He will bless the rest! Exodus 34:26a says “Bring the best of the firstfruits of your soil to the house of the Lord your God.” and Prov. 3:9-10 , 2 Chronicles 31:5 , Lev. 27:30 all give us an understanding of how God wants us to trust Him. All that we have belongs to God (Psalm 24:1) and returning to Him a tithe — literally “a tenth” — is one way that we demonstrate He is first in our lives. In return, He promises to bless us!

Will you trust Him enough to let Him do this?

If you are not tithing already, a great way to start is with the 90-Day Tithe Challenge. Essentially, it’s a contract based on the promises of God in Malachi 3:10. We commit to you that if you tithe for three months and God doesn’t hold true to His promises of blessings, we will refund 100% of your tithe given during those 3 months. No questions asked.

Are you ready to take the challenge? Follow these steps:

Return 10% of your income to God for 90 days through giving at your local campus or by giving online.

Record what God has done in your life for 90 days and share your story with us.

I didn't plan to blog about this, but after discussions with a few friends who attend this church, and a few that don't, I changed my mind.

I'm a Christian, but due to reasons I won't get into here, church attendance has not been a priority for me lately. I catch the sermon's online on Monday or Tuesday, but my butt isn't in the pew every Sunday. I've put money in the offering plate over the years, but I can't say I've every seriously "tithed" regularly by giving the first 10% of my earnings. I believe I have a great relationship with the Lord. I'm not saying regular church attendance and regular tithing wouldn't enhance that relationship, but we're ok.

That being said, I'm blessed every day, in so many ways, there aren't enough hours in a day to list them all. God knows my heart, He knows how I feel about Him, and He knows how grateful I am for all He gives me and my family. Is it really necessary to draw a line in the sand and challenge God? Who has the nerve to tell God, "I'll give you money, and you bless me or I want my money back"? I've never had to "buy" a blessing. They're given to me without any strings attached, and I'm grateful for every one. If I choose to donate to the church, it's because God has put the idea on my heart to give, not because I'm in need of a blessing.

I think this type of thinking can be dangerous. If you dare to challenge the Almighty, you better be prepared for the consequences. You don't have to give money to any organization for a blessing, just ask and you'll receive.

Guys Are Such Girls

2013-02-16T18:23:00.001-05:00

I was raised with the idea that men are tough, physical beings that work hard, and fix most stuff around the house. They're protective of their family, their car, and their lawn, not necessarily in that order. So why is it, when these big, tough, creatures get sick they regress to acting like infants?

My husband had a small procedure done on his toe. No big deal, local anesthetic, in and out of the doctor's office. By the way he's whining, you would think he just had major surgery. He's on the couch, and it sounds like a heard of cows are grazing in my living room. "Cath, whatcha doin'?", "Cath, do we have any Motrin?", "Cath, can you get me a drink?", "Caaaaaath", Moooooooooo....
Apparently, the table I set up for him beside the couch, with the drink, the Motrin, the TV remote, the newspaper, etc. isn't enough. He wants me to actually hand him everything. "Caaaath, The Planet of the Apes marathon is on." "Caaaaath, the dog needs out." "Caaaaaaath, where are you?"

Like a beached whale, he's sending out his call for help. Moby is about to get harpooned. Just call me Ahab.

Why was I able to give birth to a human being the size of a Buick, and survive, but my husband gets his toenail fixed and can barely see through all the pain?

I refuse to be held hostage by his big toe any longer. Today I take back the remote, and by that act, free women everywhere from the tyranny of the big girls laying on our couches whining for dinner.

The whale has been drug back into the ocean, and I'm ordering a pizza!

Gun Control Will Protect Our Children?

2013-01-16T20:57:00.000-05:00

"A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed." -- The Second Amendment to the Constitution of the United States.

I wonder how the word "infringed" was defined on the day the Second Amendment was written?

According to Dictionary.com, the word means, "to commit a breach or infraction of; violate or transgress, to encroach or trespass".

President Obama is calling on Congress to ban "...military-style assault weapons and high-capacity ammunition magazines", according to cnbc.com. He is also quoted as saying, "This is our first task at keeping our children safe...". Really? The first thing we need to do to keep kids safe is to start banning guns? This is the true meaning of the expression, "closing the barn door after the horse has bolted".

To protect our children, there are many other "tasks" to do before gun control. Start at the root of the problem, the people raising the children.  What about more funding for pregnancy prevention education? What about making it easier for women to afford contraception?  Why not providing more funding to educating new parents?

Another way to protect our children should be tougher sentencing for those found guilty of hurting a child. You hurt a child, you should not be allowed back into free society. EVER!

Maybe the motives of someone wanting to buy an assault weapon should be questioned, but where will it end? If we sit by and let our government start chipping away at our Constitutional rights, one day we may wake up and realize we let them take it all.

There is so much more to think about here. I know the recent murder of children in Connecticut is still an open, painful wound for our nation, but let's let clearer heads prevail. There are more issues than guns when it comes to protecting our kids.

Remember, this is our government, and we are the "WE" in "We the people...".  We voted for these people so tell them what we want, or don't vote for them again.

Our children need our protection, not our panic.

Thoughts on Becoming 45

2012-12-28T20:57:00.000-05:00

Wow - in a couple weeks I'll be 45.

45? 45. 45!

It's really hitting me like a brick to the face. Why? I'm not sure, but it feels really strange, and depressing. For some reason, I have the old Baptist funeral song, "Shall We Gather at the River", running through my head.

45 years ago, my mother was very pregnant with me. I was due at Christmas, but didn't come out until after New Years. Being late at birth is ironic, I'm a very punctual person. I abhor lateness.

There was a blizzard the day I was born - a good reason for not wanting to come out. I get to hear the story every year - January 1968 was cold and snowy, blizzard conditions, when my mother went into labor. My father took her to the hospital, and the schools sent the kids home early due to the bad weather. My two older brothers stayed at the neighbor's house. This was on January 14th. I was born January 15th at 4:12am. I'm sure the Doctor had to pull me out - I'm not a morning person.

So there you have it. I came kicking and screaming into the world, all 8 pounds of me, coal black hair, dark eyes - a beautiful Italian baby. What the heck happened??? LIFE!

I'm having a bad case of the, "I've never's". Such as - I've never met Russell Crowe or Dewayne Johnson (The Rock), I've never been kissed by my love (or the previously mentioned men) under a tree during a spring rain, I've never ran naked through the tall grass on a warm summer afternoon, I've never smacked a politician............the list goes on and on.

What have I done in the almost 45 years I've been alive? Well, I've traveled all across the country, I've met a few celebrities, I've been to a few concerts, I've eaten some incredible food, I've been to the Caribbean (twice), I've thrown up in the street, whizzed off a bridge (which is no small feat for a female), farted in an elevator, and have given my share of wedgies. I've lived, loved, and laughed, and I'm still going strong. I've been so very blessed with incredible friends, and a very tolerant family.

Alright, overall I'd say I've had a pretty great life. Sure there have been the down times, and I'm sure there will be more to come, but the great times are outstanding. The older I get, the better the memories, the better the laughter, the better life is.

Giving Beyond the Holidays

2012-11-16T22:06:00.000-05:00

Why do many us only think about helping others around the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays? I'm not talking about what you give in a church offering, I'm talking about beyond that. Yes, the church helps people with part of your tithes, but why do many of us think that's enough?

In "The State of Poverty in America", Peter Edelman wrote that there are, ..." 20.5 million people—6.7 percent of the population—who are in deep poverty, with an income less than half the poverty line (below $9,000 for a family of three). Some 6 million people out of those 20.5 million have no income at all other than food stamps." In Lorain County, Ohio, where I'm from, 14.4% of the county was at the poverty level in 2010, according to the Ohio Department of Job and Family Services.   Look around you. Included in these statistics might be your neighbor, friend, maybe even a family member.

What I found interesting with both statistics is that there were no asterisk's explaining that these numbers only applied around Thanksgiving and Christmas. No, unfortunately, this is a problem that extends the entire year.

Here is where I pause and let a few of you say what I typically hear from many people when I discuss this issue, "Why can't they get a job?", "They're all on welfare, I'm supporting them with my taxes.", "There are places they can go for help.", "Add your comment here!"

I don't think it's possible for any family to survive on minimum wage. Around here, the available jobs generally pay minimum wage. I spoke with people trying to live with a minimum wage income. They can't, not without assistance. I spoke with people that were making a decent wage, but the company shut down, moved out, or downsized, leaving them out in the cold. These are hard working people with families, trying to survive. Government assistance isn't enough to fill in the gaps either.

Here is where we come in.

If we all gave something all year, imagine the difference we can make. I'm not talking about just sending a check - although if you can, please do - I'm talking about giving food to your local food pantry, giving clothes to your local clothing drive, giving of your time to an agency that helps the homeless , seniors, children, or anyone in need.  Doing this beyond the holidays - once a month, twice a month or however often you can - will make a difference. Get on your phone, start calling around, ask what you can do - how you can help.  The need is much more than only giving at the holidays will cover.

There will still be empty stomach's, cold children, and poverty after Thanksgiving and Christmas. Giving beyond the holidays will help.


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Live and Let Live???

2012-10-28T22:24:00.000-04:00

Why do people change so much during election season, or, is this what they're really like and just fake it the rest of the time?

I have no problem having an intelligent discussion with anyone on just about any topic. My understanding of an intelligent discussion is when two or more people talk about a specific subject, and they all bring up different points, opinions, and share these with each other. You don't have to agree with all of it, but that's where the "intelligent" part comes to play. It's alright to disagree with someone, and when that happens you usually say something like, "Hmmm, that's very interesting. I don't agree but we can agree to disagree", or, "I've never heard that before, interesting." No one is offended, no harm done, life goes on. If a topic becomes offensive or uncomfortable for me to talk about, I'll probably excuse myself from the discussion by saying, "I'm really not comfortable talking about this", and just leave.

With my family, I'll usually just tell one of them to, "Shut it" or yell other things, have a tantrum and go into the other room. That's how my brother's and I converse. Generally, no one is offended, and it's all hugs and laughing in an hour or two.

Now that it's almost Election Day, more and more people are spewing hate like a good old fashioned "spit-take". You remember, the old TV shows where Ricky takes a sip of coffee just as Lucy comes in the room doing her Lucy thing. Ricky spits out the coffee all over the room. People I've known for years, people I considered (notice the past tense) friends, people from church - they're all talking garbage about different candidates. Some of my favorites:

*How can you vote for (fill in blank) and call yourself a Christian?
*(fill in candidate's name) wants to kill babies.
*Your so stupid for following (candidate) so blindly.
*She's a horrible person. I heard it on the news.
*I'm sorry you plan to vote for (candidate). I'm unfriending you from my Facebook.

Most of what people are posting on Facebook, and writing to the local papers about is just bits and pieces of words they've been able to pull together from the media and other people they've spoken with. Add a picture and there ya' go - it now becomes a fact. No, it's still bullcrap.

If Governor Romney is a Mormon, who cares? How is that going to affect me or his policies should he become President? If anything, I appreciate the fact that he believes in a Higher Power to help him in his daily life. If President Obama is a Muslim, (and I don't believe he is) who cares? Same questions as before. How's it going to affect me or his policies?

My point is, we don't know any of these candidates personally. We know what the media says we know. There are a few of us that try to read about it all from a few unbiased sources, but that is really hard to find. I don't mind having a discussion about either one, or the issues, but don't threaten to kick my butt or pray for me because I have a different belief or opinion than you do.

Recently, I had a woman tell me the Democratic Party is just evil and God will get all of them for who they are and what they stand for. On the subject of Homosexuality, though, she believes it's something that happens to someone and they can't help it. "Live and let live." So in politics, if you don't believe a certain way, you're going to hell. In issues of morality, though, it's ok, you can't help it. What am I missing here?

I'll never understand the hate. Some of the Facebook posts out there are just horrible. From both sides, not just one party or from one specific group.

Once the election is over, after everything's been counted and the winners declared, I'll still feel the same way I do about who I voted for, and what issues were important to me. I'll also remember the people with the hate and those relationships will end. I don't need the negative energy in my life. Oh I'm sure they'll be all, "happy happy joy joy" but they can do it without me. I've seen their true selves and that's type of person is one I'll vote against every time.

Childhood

2012-10-10T22:10:00.000-04:00

A friend asked me today, "Did you have a happy childhood?"

This made me stop and think about it. Did I have a happy childhood?

I was born in the late 60's so I was a child in the 70's and a teen in the 80's.
Didn't we all have a great time back then?

We didn't worry about the environment, it was there then, it's here now, it will still be around for our grand kids. You don't have to be a tree huggin' hippie to know that. Our TV only had 3 channels and a UHF knob. We watched our favorite shows every evening, and cartoons every Saturday morning. It didn't destroy our brains, make us numb, or psychotic. We did play outside, but if we had the cool toys back then that they have today, we would have done the same thing kids do today. Play with them - inside. We all played outside and unsupervised, but there weren't the perverts trolling the playgrounds with tootsie rolls like there are now. If someone asked you for help looking for their puppy, you helped - you didn't have to run the other way. Our holidays were great, lots of decorations and no "Keep Christ in Christmas" signs all over the place. We didn't need them. Everybody knew Christmas was about Jesus birth. There were Nativity scenes in every yard and window. We went to school every day, and every class had a bully. By the end of the school year the bully had been taken care of on the playground by playground rules. No one called the kids parents, no one tattled. What happened on the playground, stayed on the playground. If we were bad in school we were punished when we got home. If we were bad anywhere, we were punished when we got home. I'm talking about real punishment, a spank or worse - grounded, or even worse - no phone - that one would almost kill me. Our parents didn't hover, they let us learn by our own stupidity. "Don't put the butter knife in the outlet." "Ok", we'd yell as we put the butter knife in the outlet, got zapped, and ran outside. We never dropped the "F" bomb. There were some things we just never did. We went to church, ate dinner with the family at the kitchen table, and put the flag out on every holiday.

The more I think about it, I would have to answer yes. I had a good childhood. We laughed a lot, cried a little, and the 4 of us (my brothers and me) fought like the Stooges from time to time. One thing was a constant, we were loved. Our mom hugged us often, tucked us in at night, and always told us she loved us. Yes, I had a good childhood, and hope someday, when he's asked, my son will say the same thing.

A Weekend Home......Already??

2012-09-17T21:25:00.000-04:00

So, my college boy son wants to come home for a weekend. Already??

As you may remember, right here on this very blog, only about a month ago, I was so sad and depressed at the thought of my only child heading off into life without his mother. A month has passed, my sadness diminished.

Don't get me wrong, I miss him every day, think about him every minute, and pray for him always. However, once a few days passed with him not around, I discovered a new found freedom not previously known. Running the vacuum in my underpants is a habit now, along with not having to shut doors for privacy. Controlling the TV remote in the evenings, reading the newspaper without the sports page missing and pages torn, opening the refrigerator and finding food in it - all things I'm enjoying now, and not ready to give up.

I admit, it will be nice to trip over his size 15 shoes again, and hear him stomping up and down the stairs, but I think I may be enjoying not having an extra person in the house. Does that make me a bad mom?? I hope not. I think it means I'm getting use to the idea of my son having a life of his own. That's a hard concept - let me tell ya' - when it's been him and I for so long. It will be nice to hear "MOM" again, but I know "can I have some money?" will follow right after.

Honestly, he'll probably be with his girlfriend most of the time or on his computer, but I'm glad he wants to come home. So I don't vacuum for a couple days, and give up the remote for a weekend. I'll survive, and when I take him back on Sunday, the separation anxiety will resume for a day or two. I'll vacuum and be over it.

48 Hours From Now

2012-08-22T20:51:00.000-04:00

48 hours from now, my son will be ending his first day away at college.

It all started with the words, "Did you know you're pregnant?" I can't stop thinking about that moment.  Time stood still. Then, once the initial shock wore off, time resumed and went faster, and faster and here we are, 19 years later.

48 hours from now, I'll be in my room, crying into my pillow.

His first day of kindergarten was so fun. We had a nice breakfast and packed his "Elmo" lunch bag together. I'd put in carrots, he'd put in an extra cupcake. I'd take out the cupcake, he'd put in his favorite "Matchbox" car.  The drive to the school was full of laughing and excitement. Holding hands, we walked to the door.  I was given a hug, an "I love you mommom", and off he went, taking my heart with him.

48 hours from now, my son will be unpacking his clothes, and organizing his dorm.

When the orthodontist put the braces on, he was not happy.  His teeth hurt, the inside of his mouth was sore, but the milkshake he had on the way home really hit the spot.  Of course he didn't want to go to school the next day. He went, and was much happier once he saw his buddy just had braces put on too.

48 hours from now, I'll be checking the calender and marking when Thanksgiving break starts.

Sports were such a big deal. Track and field is his passion. He did play basketball and baseball though. When his school started a football team, he was right there. The day he made a home run, the only one of the game, he had a smile on his face for a week. Everyone was cheering and yelling his name. What a great day that was for him.

48 hours from now, my son will be in his dorm, on his computer, telling his girlfriend how great it is to be in college.

The night of graduation, he looked fantastic. So tall in his cap and gown, his many ribbons and awards hanging from his neck. I was so proud I almost burst. One part of his life ended.  He walked out of the building through the same doors he had walked in on his first day. As I stood there realizing the irony, he turned around. He gave me a hug, an "I love you mom", and off he went with his friends, still holding onto my heart.

48 hours from now, I'll be missing him so much, but so proud of the man he's become. He'll always have my heart, but I'll always have his smile, his laughter, and his love.

Appreciate Them Just a Bit More

2012-08-04T18:24:00.000-04:00

My husband leaves for work with a quick kiss and a "bye see ya' tonight" from me. It's as routine as getting out of bed in the morning. No big deal. I'll add the occasional "be safe" but not often. I've become used to his leaving and returning home at the same time, 5 days a week, for the past 10 years.

Our phone conversations would end with an "I love you babe, I love you too, see you soon" 10 years ago. Now it's a quick "Love ya bye".

My best friend, my sister at this point in our lives, was on the phone this evening with her truck driver husband. Due to a storm that hit, his truck rolled over - while she was on the phone with him. Talk about panic!

This morning they had a typical "love you, love you" conversation just like we all did. After spending a frantic 3 hours with her tonight, and hearing his voice on the phone saying he was alright, I realized how much I don't appreciate the fact that my husband, son, mother, friend etc. could walk out the door with a "see ya' later" as we all do, and that may very well be the last words we hear.

We need to appreciate them just a bit more.

My husband comes straight home from work. He doesn't come home drunk, smelling of stale cigarettes and the stank from "Patty Pole Pumper" that he's watched put a pole in places it was never made for. He's tired, and a bit crabby, but when you work in hell like he does (a hot stinky overflowing maximum security prison) he's entitled to a little crabby.

It's an absolute miracle my friend's husband made it out of his truck without a scratch. I won't forget this event any time soon.

Appreciate what you have. You may not have it much longer.

"TLC" What's There to Learn?

2012-07-18T21:06:00.000-04:00

What has happened to "TLC'? I'm referring to "The Learning Channel". What's there to learn?

How to exploit your children for your own personal gain. "Toddlers & Tiaras"
How to spoil your child rotten on national TV. "Toddlers & Tiaras"
How to make sure your child learns how to dress like a "HO". "Toddlers & Tiaras"

What is wrong with these parents? They put energy drinks in the kids bottle and wonder why the kid freaks out later. This is insane parenting.

Another show to "learn" from is "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant". What's there to learn?

If you're sick every morning for a few weeks after being sexually active, you may be pregnant.
If you start gaining weight a few weeks after being sexually active, you may be pregnant.
If you don't remember the last period you had after being sexually active, you may be pregnant.
If you're sexually active, take no precautions, and have no clue about reproduction, you may get pregnant.

I can't believe all these women really didn't know they were pregnant. In denial, yes. They should show "18 Kids and Counting" in the sex ed class.

The final show I'll complain about (there are so many bad ones) is "4 Weddings". What's there to learn?

To talk so nice to someones face but totally b***h slap them behind their back.
A "hippy" theme wedding on the beach will be as bad as it sounds.
Women with more than a few pounds on them really look bad stuffed into a ruffled sleeveless gown.
Most people need help planning a wedding. Bizarre color combinations, and weird centerpieces don't always mean you're creative.

This is all totally my opinion, but someone has to say something. I hear people complain all the time about these shows. Yes, I've watched them - they start out so nice, but turn bad so quickly. Quit complaining and turn off the show!!

Attacking Religious Freedom With Building Codes?

2012-07-09T01:31:00.001-04:00

"If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck."
                                                                                 --------James Whitcomb Riley

Since when do zoning and building code violations attack religious freedom?

I'm referring to the Phoenix man claiming his Constitutional rights are being violated due to his refusal to stop having Bible studies in his home - apparently against the city's building codes.

After reading the Fox News story by Todd Starnes, I can't believe any true Christian is supporting this guy.

From what I understand, according to the story, Michael Salman was holding Bible studies in his home three times a week. Neighbors complained about the traffic, which is when the city became involved. He was sent a letter that told him, "the Bible studies were not permitted in their living room because it was in violation of the construction code." If this were one of my neighbors, I would appreciate the city protecting my safety. Mr. Salman didn't. His Good Friday backyard "fellowship" resulted in the Phoenix Fire Department threatening, "to call the police - unless their guests left...". The story doesn't say, but I suspect another neighbor complaint. This was all in 2007. In 2008, another "gathering" broken up by the Fire Department, but in 2009, Salman built a "2,000 square foot building in their backyard."  The story states, "he applied for and was granted the proper building permits" and passed inspection. Salman then began having his Bible studies there.  Mr. Starnes quotes the chief assistant city prosecutor Vicki Hill who said, "...he was given a permit to convert a garage into a game room. Any other occupancy or use - business, commercial, assembly, church, etc, is expressly prohibited pursuant to the city of Phoenix building code and ordinances."  It seems, Michael Salman does not understand this. After being charged with "67 code violations", he is claiming this building is not a church.  "It has chairs for as many as 40 people, there is a pulpit, there is a sign out front - along with a cross." But it's not a church.

At this time, please refer to the above quote from James Whitcomb Riley, also known as "The Duck Test".  If it's not a church, or being used as a church, then just what the heck is it? It certainly isn't being used as a "game room" for which the building permit was issued.

Mr. Salman is using words like, "harassing", and "discrimination" to describe what the city is doing to him. To describe Mr. Salman, I use the word "fraud".  He lied on his building permit, and would rather hide behind an apparent misinterpretation of the Constitution of the United States by claiming violations of his religious freedom, than follow scripture. Luke 20:25, "...render unto Caesar which be Caesar's, and unto God which be God's."  Just obey the city, pay your fines, and find an appropriate place to hold your Bible studies.

What a great example for the people looking up to you as their spiritual leader.

I feel sorry for how mislead they must be.