Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Gratitude Campaign...
Start using the sign. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
This is pretty neat.....(30 second video) ...
Have you ever seen one of our military walking past you and wanted to convey
to them your thanks, but weren't sure how or it felt awkward?
Recently, a gentleman from Seattle created a gesture which could be used and
has started a movement to get the word out. Please everybody take just a
moment to watch....... The Gratitude Campaign; ..........and then forward it to your friends! THEN START USING THE SIGN.
CLICK HERE
Please pass it on!
ps, this sign started in 18th C. France and means "Thank you from the bottom of my heart"
This is pretty neat.....(30 second video) ...
Have you ever seen one of our military walking past you and wanted to convey
to them your thanks, but weren't sure how or it felt awkward?
Recently, a gentleman from Seattle created a gesture which could be used and
has started a movement to get the word out. Please everybody take just a
moment to watch....... The Gratitude Campaign; ..........and then forward it to your friends! THEN START USING THE SIGN.
CLICK HERE
Please pass it on!
ps, this sign started in 18th C. France and means "Thank you from the bottom of my heart"
How to properly start a day:
Look at this ridiculous scene this morning in my bed:





Can you even imagine how cute Dallas is UPSIDEDOWN? He loves loves loves nothing more than rolling onto his back so I can rub his belly and his elbows. He closes his eyes so tight and just drinks it all in. He is such a love.
JACKPOT DOGGIE!!
I have three billion things to do today, so I will wish you all a very happy Friday!
Ciao!




Can you even imagine how cute Dallas is UPSIDEDOWN? He loves loves loves nothing more than rolling onto his back so I can rub his belly and his elbows. He closes his eyes so tight and just drinks it all in. He is such a love.
JACKPOT DOGGIE!!
I have three billion things to do today, so I will wish you all a very happy Friday!
Ciao!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Heeeeee-larious!!
Major pet peeves...
Do you want to come with Mark and I?
ACK.
Or the people who write things like their vs. there vs. they're.
Double ACK.
Or the retardedness of some of the New Englanders who feel the need to add "R" to the end of words that end in a vowel? Good LORD a LIVIN'!
My Father-in-Law calls me "Liser." Not even kidding. And when he talks about the people who rub your muscles to get your muscles to loosen up and feel better? That's a "Massarrrrrge!"
WHAT? WTF??? Heee heee!
Or the one where people write "During the 1950's." Really? What did the 1950s own? It is not a possessive. ACCCCCKKKKKK! Kill me dead!! hee hee heeeeeee!
Or the it's vs. its thing.
JEEZ.
Or the ones on Real Housewives of New Jersey who say "yous."
GOOD GOD!
Or any of that crap. The incorrect grammar or spelling. DRIVES ME BATTY!!! : )
Because I'm so perfect.
Ahem.
What? Why are you laughing?
Heeeeee! Heeee!
So, here's the cartoon I wanted to share. I LOOOOOOVEEEE this thing!
Do you want to come with Mark and I?
ACK.
Or the people who write things like their vs. there vs. they're.
Double ACK.
Or the retardedness of some of the New Englanders who feel the need to add "R" to the end of words that end in a vowel? Good LORD a LIVIN'!
My Father-in-Law calls me "Liser." Not even kidding. And when he talks about the people who rub your muscles to get your muscles to loosen up and feel better? That's a "Massarrrrrge!"
WHAT? WTF??? Heee heee!
Or the one where people write "During the 1950's." Really? What did the 1950s own? It is not a possessive. ACCCCCKKKKKK! Kill me dead!! hee hee heeeeeee!
Or the it's vs. its thing.
JEEZ.
Or the ones on Real Housewives of New Jersey who say "yous."
GOOD GOD!
Or any of that crap. The incorrect grammar or spelling. DRIVES ME BATTY!!! : )
Because I'm so perfect.
Ahem.
What? Why are you laughing?
Heeeeee! Heeee!
So, here's the cartoon I wanted to share. I LOOOOOOVEEEE this thing!
Monday, November 14, 2011
Get ready to blubber....
Just a warning...I just got this email from a friend. And I'm dying here. I cried my eyes out. So, be warned. If you do not want to cry and sob and be ridiculous, do NOT read this post! But, it's worth the tears....Just sayin'!
Not many people get a picture of this proud bird
snuggled up next to them.

Freedom and Jeff...
Freedom and I have been together 11 years this summer.
She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken
wings. Her left wing doesn't open all the way
even after surgery, it was broken in 4
places. She's my baby.
When Freedom came in she could not stand
and both wings were broken. She was
emaciated and covered in lice. We made the
decision to give her a chance at life, so I took
her to the vets office. From then
on, I was always around her. We had her in a
huge dog carrier with the top off, and it
was loaded up with shredded newspaper for her to
lay in. I used to sit and talk to her,
urging her to live, to fight; and she would lay
there looking at me with those big brown eyes.
We also had to tube feed her for weeks.
This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still
couldn't stand. It got to the point where the
decision was made to euthanize her if she
couldn't stand in a week. You know you don't
want to cross that line between torture and
rehab, and it looked like death was
winning. She was going to be put
down that Friday, and I was supposed to come in
on that Thursday afternoon. I didn't want to go
to the center that Thursday, because I couldn't
bear the thought of her being euthanized;
but I went anyway, and when I walked in everyone
was grinning from ear to ear. I went
immediately back to her cage; and there she was,
standing on her own, a big beautiful
eagle. She was ready to live. I was
just about in tears by then. That
was a very good day.
We knew she could never fly, so the director
asked me to glove train her. I got her used to
the glove, and then to jesses, and we
started doing education programs for schools in
western Washington .
We wound up in the newspapers,
radio (believe it or not) and some
TV. Miracle Pets even did a show
about us.
In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with
non-Hodgkins lymphoma. I had stage 3,
which is not good (one major organ plus
everywhere), so I wound up doing 8 months of
chemo. Lost the hair - the whole
bit. I missed a lot of work. When I
felt good enough, I would go to Sarvey
and take Freedom out for walks. Freedom would
also come to me in my dreams and help me fight
the cancer. This happened time and time again.
Fast forward to November 2000, the day after
Thanksgiving. I went in for my last
checkup. I was told that if the cancer was not
all gone after 8 rounds of chemo, then my last
option was a stem cell transplant. Anyway, they
did the tests; and I had to come back Monday for
the results. I went in Monday, and I was
told that all the cancer was gone.
So the first thing I did was get up to Sarvey and
take the big girl out for a walk. It was misty
and cold. I went to her flight and jessed her
up, and we went out front to the top of the
hill. I hadn't said a word to
Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me
and wrapped both her wings around me to where I
could feel them pressing in on my back
(I was engulfed in eagle wings), and she
touched my nose with her beak and stared into my
eyes, and we just stood there like that
for I don't know how long . That was a
magic moment. We have been soul mates ever
since she came in. This is a very special bird.

I never forget the honor I have of being so close
to such a magnificent spirit as
Freedom.
Not many people get a picture of this proud bird
snuggled up next to them.

Freedom and Jeff...
Freedom and I have been together 11 years this summer.
She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken
wings. Her left wing doesn't open all the way
even after surgery, it was broken in 4
places. She's my baby.
When Freedom came in she could not stand
and both wings were broken. She was
emaciated and covered in lice. We made the
decision to give her a chance at life, so I took
her to the vets office. From then
on, I was always around her. We had her in a
huge dog carrier with the top off, and it
was loaded up with shredded newspaper for her to
lay in. I used to sit and talk to her,
urging her to live, to fight; and she would lay
there looking at me with those big brown eyes.
We also had to tube feed her for weeks.
This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still
couldn't stand. It got to the point where the
decision was made to euthanize her if she
couldn't stand in a week. You know you don't
want to cross that line between torture and
rehab, and it looked like death was
winning. She was going to be put
down that Friday, and I was supposed to come in
on that Thursday afternoon. I didn't want to go
to the center that Thursday, because I couldn't
bear the thought of her being euthanized;
but I went anyway, and when I walked in everyone
was grinning from ear to ear. I went
immediately back to her cage; and there she was,
standing on her own, a big beautiful
eagle. She was ready to live. I was
just about in tears by then. That
was a very good day.
We knew she could never fly, so the director
asked me to glove train her. I got her used to
the glove, and then to jesses, and we
started doing education programs for schools in
western Washington .
We wound up in the newspapers,
radio (believe it or not) and some
TV. Miracle Pets even did a show
about us.
In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with
non-Hodgkins lymphoma. I had stage 3,
which is not good (one major organ plus
everywhere), so I wound up doing 8 months of
chemo. Lost the hair - the whole
bit. I missed a lot of work. When I
felt good enough, I would go to Sarvey
and take Freedom out for walks. Freedom would
also come to me in my dreams and help me fight
the cancer. This happened time and time again.
Fast forward to November 2000, the day after
Thanksgiving. I went in for my last
checkup. I was told that if the cancer was not
all gone after 8 rounds of chemo, then my last
option was a stem cell transplant. Anyway, they
did the tests; and I had to come back Monday for
the results. I went in Monday, and I was
told that all the cancer was gone.
So the first thing I did was get up to Sarvey and
take the big girl out for a walk. It was misty
and cold. I went to her flight and jessed her
up, and we went out front to the top of the
hill. I hadn't said a word to
Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me
and wrapped both her wings around me to where I
could feel them pressing in on my back
(I was engulfed in eagle wings), and she
touched my nose with her beak and stared into my
eyes, and we just stood there like that
for I don't know how long . That was a
magic moment. We have been soul mates ever
since she came in. This is a very special bird.

I never forget the honor I have of being so close
to such a magnificent spirit as
Freedom.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Dallas Dallas the DOGGIE!
OOOOOOO!
OOOOOO!
I am in loooooooove! Dallas came through a rescue site called bigfluffydogsrescue. Apparently a good samaritan, somewhere, saw this beautiful dog being neglected and left chained outdoors for nearly 3 years.
This doggie, Dallas, I SOOOOOO smart and so special and is absolutely one of the sweetest, nicest, calmest and SMARTEST boys you'd ever want to meet.
The first time we met was at the boarding place that was keeping him temporarily while the rescue place tried to find him a good home. After two failed attempts with people that didn't understand the border collie bossiness (yes, they are!), I found Dallas on petfinder.com . I had typed in "Border Collie" and my zip code. I was looking for a border collie mix, preferably a border/Bernese mountain dog or border/Great Pyrenees mix, as I have settled on those combinations as my most favorite mutts!
WELL! Guess who was at the top of the list? He is 3 years old. Border/Great Pyr. His name is Dallas. And he is SMART, but very sweet. Housebroken and VERY driven. He needed an owner that understood the Border Collie in him, but that could also appreciate his size given the fact that his is half giant dog!! : )
I met Dallas and that was that. He looked like the perfect combination of my boy and girl, Koty and Sadie that I had just lost in September. He had really such great qualities. He's calm and sweet like the Great Pyr, but SMART and driven like the Border. It was pretty much love at first sight. It was rather mutual!
Today when I went to pick him up at 3pm when the boarding place opened, when he heard my voice? He started to bark to be let out of his cage! Then, when they brought him out? He immediately ran to me, plopped onto my foot (as those breeds are wont to do!) and started crying and whining and wagging, all the while gazing up to me with that intense border collie stare! He knew I was coming for him and he had just been waiting for my arrival!
He is currently sound asleep at my feet here in kitchen where my computer is...He has spent the last 5 1/2 hours exploring the house and back yard - he's been out there about 5 billion times! He loves his food, his two walks ( so far), his new toys I got him, his treats and mostly he loves being near me and getting pats and love. He puts his head on my knee and just looks at me lovingly. He LOVES being loved. And being lead and guided along as to what's next!
Below are some photos of our journey home and then two recent pictures that pretty much show the happiness and contentment of my new baby boy.
I can't wait for you all to meet him and get to know him. He's super special...




OOOOOO!
I am in loooooooove! Dallas came through a rescue site called bigfluffydogsrescue. Apparently a good samaritan, somewhere, saw this beautiful dog being neglected and left chained outdoors for nearly 3 years.
This doggie, Dallas, I SOOOOOO smart and so special and is absolutely one of the sweetest, nicest, calmest and SMARTEST boys you'd ever want to meet.
The first time we met was at the boarding place that was keeping him temporarily while the rescue place tried to find him a good home. After two failed attempts with people that didn't understand the border collie bossiness (yes, they are!), I found Dallas on petfinder.com . I had typed in "Border Collie" and my zip code. I was looking for a border collie mix, preferably a border/Bernese mountain dog or border/Great Pyrenees mix, as I have settled on those combinations as my most favorite mutts!
WELL! Guess who was at the top of the list? He is 3 years old. Border/Great Pyr. His name is Dallas. And he is SMART, but very sweet. Housebroken and VERY driven. He needed an owner that understood the Border Collie in him, but that could also appreciate his size given the fact that his is half giant dog!! : )
I met Dallas and that was that. He looked like the perfect combination of my boy and girl, Koty and Sadie that I had just lost in September. He had really such great qualities. He's calm and sweet like the Great Pyr, but SMART and driven like the Border. It was pretty much love at first sight. It was rather mutual!
Today when I went to pick him up at 3pm when the boarding place opened, when he heard my voice? He started to bark to be let out of his cage! Then, when they brought him out? He immediately ran to me, plopped onto my foot (as those breeds are wont to do!) and started crying and whining and wagging, all the while gazing up to me with that intense border collie stare! He knew I was coming for him and he had just been waiting for my arrival!
He is currently sound asleep at my feet here in kitchen where my computer is...He has spent the last 5 1/2 hours exploring the house and back yard - he's been out there about 5 billion times! He loves his food, his two walks ( so far), his new toys I got him, his treats and mostly he loves being near me and getting pats and love. He puts his head on my knee and just looks at me lovingly. He LOVES being loved. And being lead and guided along as to what's next!
Below are some photos of our journey home and then two recent pictures that pretty much show the happiness and contentment of my new baby boy.
I can't wait for you all to meet him and get to know him. He's super special...



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