Ash Wednesday is a week from today. I just checked the date because I was wondering when I would have to stop eating meat on Fridays.
Now comes the hard part. What am I going to give up for Lent?
My morning tea or coffee?
No, I’ve done all of these over the years.
And, then it hit me as I was reading an article about, um Facebook. I’m giving up Facebook for a full forty days and forty nights.
No commenting on friend’s statuses.
No contact with facebook at all.
I’m going to turn off the emails I get when someone posts to my wall. That’ll certainly clean up my inbox.
40 days without Facebook – I was going to say this should be interesting, but really, I had a life before facebook took it over!
So, friends, family and people I don’t really know (but somehow you ended up on my friend list) – Bye for 40 days. If you want me to know what’s going on in your life – drop me an email. If you want to know what I’m thinking, please read my blog. Or, call me. How did we get through life before facebook? Oh, yeah – we actually talked to the people in our lives!
I wonder if I should list this in my status?
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I miss my late American Eskimo Dog, Skywalker. It has been more than two months since I took him on his last ride. It has been more than a month since I had to look into my grandsons’ eyes and tell them that Skywalker had gone to Heaven.
This past weekend, my three little guys came to visit and more than once, I had to answer the question, “Nana, where’s Skywalker?” Patiently, I would explain that Sky was in Heaven with God and Mr. Mann (our late cat).
I remember how Sky and I would play Hide N Seek. I would go outside and hide – sometimes in the front bushes, sometimes behind the garage or behind the house. Cheryl would wait a little bit and then let Sky out of the house with the command, “Go find, Mommie.” Sky would come racing out of the house, stop and quickly scan the area for any sight of me. He would cock his head and listen. If he couldn’t see or hear me, he would put his nose to the ground and begin hunting me down until he would discover me in my lousy hiding place. I’m sure that our neighbors must’ve thought we were all crazy.
On bright summer nights (and some winter ones), Sky and I would go outside and howl at the full moon. A neighbor once told me that she wondered what kind of neighborhood she had moved into when she heard Sky and I singing to the moon. I’m lucky no one called the cops.
Sky’s most annoying and, yet endearing quality was when he would bark. Oh, I don’t mean a bark or two hundred – he was an Eskie after all. Whenever he would break a rule – run away from me, not come when I called, get into the garbage; I would give him a lecture. I would make him sit in front of me and I would talk to him as if he was a five year old child and not a dog. He would sit quietly and stared – unblinking – at me. Sometimes, if the lecture went on too long, he might turn his head and yawn. When I was done with my lecture – which must’ve worked, as he wasn’t bad very often – I would turn away from him and very quietly, I would hear him go “Woof.” The little pain in the butt wanted the last word. Drove me nuts. If I turned back around, he would turn his head and look away, like he hadn’t “said” anything. I’d turn away again and “Woof.”
These memories of my smart (ass) dog came to mind while I was reading an article on Roadrunner News. The Washington Humane Society decided to conduct a
Today is (was?) day one of my attempt to replace real, burning tar carrying cigarettes with an electronic cigarette. I have been trying to quit for quite some time. I’m hoping that using an electronic cigarette will help with cravings and make me cut way down on regular cigarettes.
I’ve purchased a blu electronic cigarette. The starter kit costs $59.95. I purchased this one because of the available flavors. Now, I have noticed that the flavors seem a little on the weak side, particularly the cherry flavor. I was expecting a strong cherry.
However; they must be doing something right because I’ve only smoked two real cigarettes all day. I puffed on the electronic one a few times during my work day and, admittedly, a lot during my drive home.
So, I’m going to post about my progress as I go along. I should point out that the cigarette advertised below is not the one I’m using. That one is advertised on the right. Also, the FDA has not approved electronic cigarettes as stop smoking devices.
I was looking at some of my old posts and their comments and I saw quite a few that called me trailer trash, white trash and told me to get off my “lazy fat ass and walk down to the unemployment office and get a job.” These are comments that are nearly four years old.
I had to chuckle a little. In the nearly four years since I wrote those blog posts, my salary has been raised 28%. During most of those posts, I was working toward my bachelor’s degree, which I now have. I have changed jobs twice since then, each time receiving a significant pay raise – 18% the first time and 11% the second.
There’s a 2010 Withholding Calculator on the IRS website
where you can post your financial information (salary, 401k, etc.) and it will tell you just what your tax obligation will be for 2010. Mine will be $9,000. That’s just federal taxes. It doesn’t include the amounts I’ve paid for Social Security, Medicare or anything else.
It made me wonder about the Anonymous posters who called me white trash, trailer trash and said I was unemployed. Do you think they’re paying that much in Federal taxes? I wonder if they pay taxes, like me, or if they’re in the 47% of Americans who don’t pay taxes at all. It made me wonder just who is the white trash? Me – hardworking, taxpaying American or them, those who have time to write long posts denouncing me publicly?
What do you think?
Today, we took our beautiful 13 year old American Eskimo Dog, Skywalker, for one last ride. Sky, as we called him, has been going steadily downhill for a year and became worst this past weekend. We knew it was time.
Both Cheryl and I were able to spend most of his last day with him. We hugged him, laid on the floor next to him and showed him a lot of love and affection. When it was time to go to the vet, I lead him outside. The sun shone brightly, as Sky walked out onto the patio. He stood there for a moment and looked around with his silly grin on his face. He sniffed the air and then followed me to the car. It looked like he was pausing to take one last look around. It was like he knew he wouldn’t be coming home again.
After I loaded him into the backseat, Cheryl and I got into the car. Cheryl cried the whole way to the vet. Her heart was, and still is, breaking. Sky settled down in the backseat and kept his head up. I took County V to the vet. I wanted his last car ride to be filled with pretty countryside views and not the views of the highway.
At the vet, I filled out the paperwork and paid the bill, before the three of us were lead down the hall to a room. Sky just followed like a little trooper, without us having to even hold his leash. Even to the end, he was an excellent little dog. We were left alone to say goodbye for quite a while. Sky laid on the floor next to Cheryl. When it was time, they didn’t put him on the table — he hated those tables. I sat on the floor in front of him, so his last sight was me. He had been my dog for so long, I didn’t want him seeing anything else. They gave him the two shots and he was gone. His little eyes half closed. His head lying between his paws. He looked so sweet. Cheryl and I were sobbing uncontrollably. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Good night, sweet Skywalker. I know I’ll never have a dog as good as you.
We have a lot of nice police officers in this state. Believe me when I say, I wouldn’t want to be out in the cold directing traffic at an accident scene or having to risk my life to break up a domestic dispute.
But this morning, a nice state trooper pulls on the highway from the side of the road. I’m sure he had been stopped to write a ticket or something, but he had no lights on and there was no reason for any of the rest of us drivers to think he (or she, as I didn’t see the officer’s face) was gunning to pull someone else over. We were in a 65MPH zone.
So, someone please explain to me why oh why we have to slow down to 55 MPH in a 65 zone because a cop is on the highway? Not only does it slow all of us down and cause backups, but it just peeves me to no end.
The police officer is NOT going to pull you over because you did 66MPH, so quit hitting the brakes when you see one and just drive the damn car. Or, pull over and get out of my way, because I want to do the speed limit.
I’m so glad this officer decided to get off the highway a few miles later. It meant I could do the speed limit again!