Been a while since I’ve been here

Wow, I can’t beleive how long it’s been since I’ve been here.  Guess I’ve been busy!

Ok, first of all, I have to say I love you to my new cousins… my cousin Erik had married his sweetie Natalie, and her family is as crazy as ours so we all get along well! Also my cousin Marissa had married her sweetie Jason, Jason I hope to meet you soon.

I got my info on the Sea Turtle I adopted, her name is LuLu (which fits me so perfectly!), and when I went on her ‘site’ I found out that right now she is in Maryland. Isn’t that cool??

Speaking of cool,,, Snoopy de Dog had gotten his fur cut. He looks so adorable! He still thinks he can take on any size dog. We ‘met’ a Great Dane – now you have to remember Snoopy is part Shitzu part Pug – he has the Shitzu fur and the Pug body. So meeting with a Great Dane was an interesting thing,,, Snoopy decided he was ‘bigger’ than the Great Dane. So there was Snoopy barking, and the Great Dane just looked at Snoopy like he was crazy! It was ‘ok, so you can bark, and that means ‘what’ to me! It was so funny!

Not to leave Dooley Cat out of this, since I am back from the weekend, Dooley (as well as Snoopy) gets very nervous if I leave the room/apartment. Dooley thinks I won’t be back, so he has been ‘talking’ to me a lot more now. As well as being on top of me when I start to go to sleep.

I’m not sure if Snoopy and Dooley have noticed that I had gotten my hair cut/dyed/and highlighted. Yep, I went all out this time! There isn’t  a hair on my head that is any of my original color. Oh my goodness me! I still can’t get used to it yet.

I have helped out with another M.S. fundraiser and had a blast again. The people who do the runs, walks, rides for this make me feel so humble. I love being able to shake their hand for doing things I can’t do. Then they tell me they were glad they could.

I’m still doing the chemo. I do have to admit the deal about ‘Third time is a charm’ well they lied! I had the worst of all side effects this time. I have to remember when I go the next time to bring my medication for migraines with me. This one really hit me hard, it took me three days to come back from that.

Oh my goodness, I just saw what time it is… I need to try to get some sleep. I have to wake up in six hours,,, I have Physical Therapy. Ugh!!!!! I’ll try not to wait so long to write next time.

Good bye George

Well, we knew it would happen, but not sure how or when it would happen. How would the world take it? Or should I say how would the baseball players and fans take it? George Steinbrenner passed away today. I need to say that I really didn’t like the Yankees due to him.

You see I go back to the times, six times I think in which he hired/fired Billy Martin. I know taking back Billy was a tough thing. Billy was an alcoholic, which didn’t go over well with ‘The Boss’.  So he would hire him, then fire him, then do it again.

Billy wasn’t the only one he had done it to. He would also go after his players by ‘buying’ them. He would go and yell at the players, would even  question many of his managers and even told the players at times to not listen to the managers.

He was tough to play for, and but his people found out how to love him. The people who knew him best – his managers, the coaches, the players are saying he left on one of the most perfect days for baseball, the day of the All Star game. I’m sure, George, Billy, Micky Mantle, Joe Dimagio, and other players who have passed, will all be sitting around smoking cigars, drinking beers, and laughing about the game and enjoying it.

Here’s to you George  – Let’s Go Yankees

Ok, so Snoopy had his turn, now it’s mine,,, I am Dooley!

Ahhh so now you know that I am a real cat! Snoopy is a real dog, but Mama didn’t put his picture in for his post.

Yes, my real name is Dooley, I have no clue why the person who found me and took care of me, named me that, but I do know that on the ride from New York where Mama had gotten me to my new home in Connecticut, Mama sang the song “Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley” for almost two hours straight! She thought that it would calm me down, but, it didn’t.

I may have the same colorings as my brother Snoopy, and we may be the same age, but that is pretty much where we are the same. Well, ok, we both like being in Mama’s lap, but I am kind enough to let Snoopy get up there when Mama is sitting in her chair. Most of the time that happens, I am looking out the window to see what is going out in the world. I don’t go outside. Before I was found, some kind of animal, had gotten a  hold of me, and we fought. I still have some scars on my nose, there are still some patches on my body, and my left ear has been sewn down.

I tend to ‘crawl’ up on Mama when she is in bed. Dad, though won’t let me crawl all the way up her so I can give her kisses. I have to wait until he is asleep for me to do that. Mama has said she likes when I do that. I try not to give her rough kisses when I kiss her cheeks or chin. Mama will pet me, and tell me I’m a good ‘kitty’, and at times I’ll start to purr loudly.

I talk to Mama, and Snoopy, and they seem to understand me, daddy doesn’t seem to grasp ‘cat talk’ though. Snoopy will bark back at me. Then again the silly dog will let me jump on top of him, or ‘nip’ him and he will look at Mama for help. So, Mama will yell at me for nipping on Snoopy. I think he’s a tattletale! I figure after three years of us being together, I should let Snoopy know who is boss.  He may be a little taller and heavier than me, but I rule. I have to,,,, I am the cat!!kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk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Quiet for a few days

I’m sure some of you were happy that I’ve been quiet the past few days, but I’m back. Not sure for the better, but I’m here.

For the past few years the month of July has been a bit ‘hard’ on me. My dad’s parents both passed away in the month of July, I wasn’t even a ‘sparkle’ in my parents eyes yet. My grandfather passed away one year and one day after my grandmother did. If I didn’t know better, I would have said he waited for the year of ‘shiva’ was over.

While I was waiting to hear when my mother’s brother’s funeral would be (yes, he died last week, which now leaves my mom being the only one left of her six siblings), I had gotten a notice from the cemetary where my grandparents are buried, that on July 9th, I need to light a candle for my grandfather. I knew the one for my grandmother would be soon, and so it was. I get to light the candle for my grandmother, the woman I was named for on July 14th.  I’m still debating on lighting a candle for my dad on his birthday on July 12th. I light candles for my dad on March 3rd as well as the Jewish calendar date of his death.

So, even though, we all celebrate July 4th with parades and fireworks, I stayed home, watched the fireworks on T.V. I thought of the last time I had seen fireworks with my dad. My folks were living in Connecticut and I was living in New York. My friend came with me for a drive to CT to visit my folks, and my dad was in a happy mood and for the first time in a long time, he wanted to see fireworks. Who was I to disappoint my dad about this.

He drove us to a town in which was having the fireworks, we found a great place to sit. There was music playing then around 9:00 pm the fireworks started. All the wonderous sights, and sounds and everybody going ‘ooooh ahhh’. We didn’t realize when we sat down that we would be covered in ash from the fireworks! I started to laugh, but my folks and my friend weren’t so happy. You see, I don’t have a sense of smell, I haven’t had one since I was  a child, but the three of them were saying how much they stank and couldn’t wait until we got back to my parents place so they could get into the shower.

The thing is, even with the smell, we watched and waited until the end of the show. I was once a little girl being so excited being with my dad and watching the fireworks. Even after the years that have gone past, I still remember that night. I miss my dad, even my grandparents even though they passed away before I was born. I miss my uncle even though my aunt refused to have me anywhere near the cemetary on the day my uncle was being buried.

I know that many people believe that July is a great month, yet, it is a tough month for me.

My name is Snoopy De Dog!

Ok, so I have come on this silly machine that mama calls a computer. I sit in her lap most of the time she is on this – guess it’s a good thing mama calls it a ‘laptop’, but I am The Lap Dog!

I know that Dooley The Cat, thinks mama’s lap is good to sit and sleep on too, but he can do that when she’s in bed, I’m not allowed to do that. I don’t think that is fair, in our other apartment, I used to sleep in mama’s bed, but dad won’t let me sleep there anymore.

I love to get into mama’s lap, it’s nice and comfy, and she even puts a blanket over her legs so I can get even more comfy. Mama said that she hopes I like her lap after she has surgery. I don’t like when mama goes into the hospital. She is either gone for a few hours or a few days, or even a few weeks. When she is gone for a week or more, dad can bring me to see her, so that is good. Dooley though, has to stay home.

When mama goes to see grandma and sleeps over, I can go, but again, Dooley  has to stay home. Dooley doesn’t like being in the car, even when we have to go to the vet! He ‘meows’ really loud! Even when mama is singing.

Well, I am trying to tell mama that I have to go out, so I’m going to send this out to whoever reads it! Woof woof!

 

Grudges…

I lost a family member this week, he had been very ill for a while, so we knew it would be happening soon. His son had come to pick him up to stay with him and his family. You see, my uncle never liked being in airplanes, so my cousin came to pick him up and drive him to Florida to be with him and his family. 

My uncle had been the youngest of seven, and the only son that my grandparents had. My mother, is the youngest daughter, and now the only living sibling. My mother who does not have tear ducts can not cry, yet, she is very hurt. Other than my brothers, my son, my nieces and nephews and my cousins, mom is now the oldest and the most frail. She will say she is strong to the male members of the family, but to me, she tells me about her being in pain, about how much she misses her family.

There is a huge grudge with my uncle’s family – my aunt (his wife) and my cousins (his sons). I have found out this morning how huge this grudge is when my oldest brother called me to tell me there is a private funeral tomorrow and not many people are being invited. I have been told I am not invited, nor should I be near the cemetary. My son, may or may not be there, it depends on if he can get off from work. The only reason he would be ‘invited’ would be to help my brother get my mother in/out of the car. My oldest brother told me in which cousins were not invited, to save his breath, he should have just said the one cousin who was invited. She is close to my aunt, my oldest brother is invited due to he is helping that cousin with her finances since her husband passed away last year. My other brother is invited due to he is very close to my uncle’s youngest son. 

It hurts that I will not be there. I wanted to be there for my mother. I will go and see my mom and stay with her for a couple days. If I had a grudge as my uncle’s family does, then I would go to the cemetary, and ‘visit’ where my father is buried. I know he will be near where my uncle will be buried. I won’t do that though, since I don’t want to make a scene and cause trouble with for my mother.       

Grudges as much as I would love to say are good to hold on to, but in the end, when it counts, get rid of them, drop them, do whatever it is, do it so that you don’t have it be there where you can’t be there for those who need you. Or who you may need.