Bill Cosby "I'm 76 and Tired" "I'm 76 and I'm Tired" I'm 76. Except for brief period in the 50's when I was doing my National Service, I've worked hard since I was 17. Except for some some serious health challenges, I put in 50-hour weeks, and didn't call in sick in nearly 40 years. I made a reasonable salary, but I didn't inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, it looks as though retirement was a bad idea, and I'm tired. Very tired. I'm tired of being told that I have to "spread the wealth" to people who don't have my work ethic. I'm tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it. I'm tired of being told that Islam is a "Religion of Peace," when every day I can read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family "honor"; of Muslims rioting over some slight offense; of Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren't "believers"; of Muslims burning schools for girls; of Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for "adultery"; of Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur'an and Shari'a law tells them to. I'm tired of being told that out of "tolerance for other cultures" we must let Saudi Arabia and other Arab countries use our oil money to fund mosques and madrassa Islamic schools to preach hate in Australia , New Zealand , UK, America and Canada , while no one from these countries are allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia or any other Arab country to teach love and tolerance.. I'm tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which no one is allowed to debate. I'm tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do. Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up their noses or stick a needle in their arm while they tried to fight it off? I'm tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of all parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthful mistakes, when we all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I'm tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor. I'm really tired of people who don't take responsibility for their lives and actions. I'm tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination or big-whatever for their problems. I'm also tired and fed up with seeing young men and women in their teens and early 20's be-deck them selves in tattoos and face studs, thereby making themselves un-employable and claiming money from the Government. Yes, I'm damn tired. But I'm also glad to be 76.. Because, mostly, I'm not going to have to see the world these people are making. I'm just sorry for my granddaughter and her children. Thank God I'm on the way out and not on the way in. There is no way this will be widely publicized, unless each of us sends it on! This is your chance to make a difference. " I'm 76 and I'm tired. If you don't forward this you are part of the problem". (via Dave Glinski)
Saturday, June 23, 2012
My Grampa made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!' Gramma waited, and sure enough, here I came down the hall with a cup of tea for Grampa, and she watched him drink it up. > Then she said, (as only a gramma would know), "'Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?" > IF YOU SEND THIS ON, YOU CAN MAKE ANOTHER GRANDPARENT, AND MAYBE A FUTURE GRANDPARENT, SMILE. (via Dave Glinski)'>~A Cup of Tea ~ > One day my Gramma was out, and my Grampa was in charge of me. I was maybe 2 1/2 years old. Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a gift, and it was one of my favorite toys. Grampa was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought him a little cup of 'tea', which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Gramma came home. > My Grampa made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!' Gramma waited, and sure enough, here I came down the hall with a cup of tea for Grampa, and she watched him drink it up. > Then she said, (as only a gramma would know), "'Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?" > IF YOU SEND THIS ON, YOU CAN MAKE ANOTHER GRANDPARENT, AND MAYBE A FUTURE GRANDPARENT, SMILE. (via Dave Glinski)
Friday, June 8, 2012
Amy adopted me when she was eight years old. I met Amy and her person, Lisa, through mutual friends. I'd been searching for a dog to train to alert me to sounds as I've had a severe hearing loss since early childhood.
We met on a bitterly cold January night, and for me it was love at first sight. Her soft, liquid brown eyes shone with such intelligence and warmth that Amy waltzed right into my heart at that moment. Lisa did her best to warn me of just how smart Miss Amy-Puppy was; but i paid no heed to her words. Amy was all that i could see. Amy hoped into my car like it was hers(it was!), and our adventures in love, and sometimes had begun. I had no idea then just how special Amy was and how strong a bond we would form in the coming years.
After picking up my daughter, Jamie,and making an essential pit stop for puppy dinner,toys,leashes, Amy walked into our home like she'd always belonged there.
Amy had us giggling as we watched her pick up a mouthful of food and carry it into the living room to eat it. Amy's version of fast food!
She checked Jamie over head to toe then pranced over to sit in front of me,head on my knee, quizzical expression in her eyes. Those eyes were so expressive. Amy spoke volumes with those eyes. Amy never walked. She pranced regal,proud and with 'happy feet'.
We learned that first night just how much Amy liiked playing catch,especiallyy with a tennis ball. She had the tennis ball torn apart byy bedtime! Bedtime was the start of a ritual she would follow the rest of her life. She hopped up on my bed,sqiggled under the blankets, and scrunched up her pillow just right and slept. Amy liked to be comfortable!
Amy settled into our routine easily and had me well trained within a week. Amy knew how wrap me right around her lil paw!
At the end of our second week, I'd had to leave her alone for awhile, and when I returned I had one freaked puppy and one huge mess of feathers,foam and window blinds scattered in both bedrooms. To say I was bit angry was an understatement. "Amy! Look at thiz mess! Bad dog! You are bad! Get doen off the bed, bad girl!" She sliithered off the bed, groveling at my feet. I felt awful for making her feel so terrible so of course I got down on the floor to give her a hug. She followed me out to the kitchen where she started licking the wall. I thought a walk might help and once outside Amy acted fine. As soon as we returned to the house though Amy started here strange behavior again. I have been known to be a bit dense, but I still didnt understand this strange behavior. Well maybe if we lay down on the couch I can calm her down...it didn't help. She kept going into the hall and looking up. In fact the only the way the poor girl could get through to me was to sit on my head ( she would remember that trick forever after!) She finally made me understand that the smoke detector's batteries were and it was doing its high pitch beep-beep. Poor Amy ears! I think this when Amy began to realize I couldn't hear. A few days later Jamie was calling from her room and when I didnt respond she sent Amy to" go get mommy!" Amy boucned up onto my bex and had to deal with dense person yet again. I did finally get the mesage, with some added help from Jamie. Amy almost trained herself with minimal help from me. Her method of alerting to the alarm clock was simple and effective. She'd grab the clock in her mouth,hop up on the bed,and drop it on my head! Very effective and guaranteed to produce the desirex results.
I came to rely on Amy more and more as time went by. When my grandbaby, Mikaela was born and Jamie was living in her own apartment Amy and I became inseperable. When Amy first met Mikaela and heard her crying, she flew down the hall to drag me off to 'take care of this baby!' Never mind that Jamie was holding Mikaela and feeding her. Amy had to over see the care and feeding of Mikaela ever after and I always had the impression that Amy was sure she could do the job better then we mere humans.
I enjoy cooking and baking, at Christmas time I decided to make stolen bread. I needed to buy a bottle of rum and some other ingredients,so I stopped at a store in town after visiting with Jamie. I popped the bottle of rum under the front seat of the car and left Amy in the back seat while I finished my shopping. It's a twenty eight mile drive to our home and about half way, i smelled a spicy aroma I looked at the floor and could still see the bag the held the rum under the front seat. The smell was getting stronger by the minute. I glanced into the back seat and was just able to make out the bottle of rum,open between Amy's paws! All i could do was laugh and say" Amy! You are so gonna get us busted!" Once home, Miss Von Buekhat staggered into the house and passed out. The vet told me to keep a close eye on her and let her sleep it off.
If ther was a comfortable couch to be had Amy would find ir. She'd grab a pillow and scrunch it up until it was nicely fluffed up and rest her head on it. If there was a blanket available she'd squiggle under that as well. Amy was a real couch potato.
Amy loved having visitors. When someone came to our house, Amy would be ready with a present usually one of my shoes. There was only one drawback; Amy never gave up her presents. She'd run in circles,tail wagging untill you would pet and say hello, then she'd retreat to the couch holding her present.
Amy loved McDonald's burgers with the works. It got to be comical because she also learned to 'work the window' at Dunkin' Dougnuts'. She'd half sit half stand over my lap wiith her chin on the edge of the car window and let her eyes to the talking. She would usually be rewarded with a doughnut hole. However,all things being equal and Amy being Amy she always tried to milk another treat or two from the cashier.
My husband and I had some tough times during our marriage and Amy would try to get between us during some of the more physical agruments. It was during one of these arguments that Amy got the worse end of the deal. It was after she hit her head on the couch that her health began failing rapidly.
After almost losing her to a bowel obstruction when she thought the tinsel on the Christmas looked good to eat, I started watching her more closely..
In the spring of 2002, Amy started having problems that were more serious; she fall to the ground for no reason with her head lolling to one side. She seemed to recover quickly enough though. She also was walkking into funiture and doorways.
Amy began sleeping so deeply I'd have to shake her awake and coax her outside. Friends began comenting that she appeared to be dead when she sleeping.
Amy still had some very good days. Amy still enjoyed walks in the woods and playing ball. Although there were times when I'd toss her the tennis ball, and she'd look at me,look at the ball, and with a sigh she'd walk over to pick up the ball. The vets thought Amy might have had a brain tumor. I could not even think about the possibility of losing my best friend.
Amy began haveing seizures and difficulty chewing in September. I know it would not be long before my Amy would be gone. The last week of Amy's life we spent at a campground. We spent some happy days watching the ducks and geese on the pond. On her last night she managed to eat some canned food and then she slept in the tent from four that afternoon until I woke her at one in the morning for a potty break. She paced as if she were blind and in pain while I watched from the picnic table in tears. I woke her at ten in tbe morning and we drove to Sonics so she could have a burger. She so wanted that burger. It was difficult for her to eat it. We drove to a park and she laid her head in my lap. Her body shuddered with each breath as it had all through the long night. I stroked her head and ears as tears streamed down my face; we stayed like that for a long time. I finally said to her ' It's ok Amy, if you have to leave me. You don’t have to hang on for me, I'll be ok sweetie. You go' Amy turnex her head and looked into my face. And her eyes those talking Amy eyes said it all. I knew then what I had to do. Amy and I took one last ride to the vets.
Amy died peacefully on October 31 2002,
How I miss you Amy Mine Orhen. There is not a day that goes by that you don’t cross my toughts. There are many birds to find and squirrels to chase. There are many fields and streams to explore many mountains yet to climb. My world will be much lonelier and scarier without you Amy. You have touched and blessed my life in such a unique and powerful way. Happy hunting Amy puppy, I'll remember always. Where there is love there is hope and life and Amy filled my days with love.