Have a fun and safe Evening! Keep your furbabies safe and away from opening doors.
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Last night was the pumpkin carving party at Don’s house. Here are the wonderful pumpkins that were carved. It was a fun time for all.
I started out dressing like a Vampire, but the wig cap/wig gave me a headache. My fitted Vampire teeth were a pain in the mouth! lol
So, ended up as a Witch. The lace on my hat is over 90 years old. It was my Nana’s. There is also a black rose with it. This is my favorite Witch hat. Yes, I have more than one. đ
Hat made in 2008. Still my fav!!
My fabulous make-up was done by Steph. She made me look damn good for a 51 year old. lol
Even with the pain, I had so much fun! I have let fear, being self-conscious, and embarrassment from my illness stop me from doing so many things. I know there will be times when my condition will keep from doing certain things. It makes me sad to not be able to be ‘normal’. One thing is for sure; I am blessed with a support team that always has my back. They never give up on me, even when I give up on myself. I am one of the lucky ones!
TY Jenny for sharing this with me! Sending you some warm fuzzies!
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The story goes:
Once upon a time there was a village. All of the people in the village got along very well. There was kindness, love, compassion, and justice. Every person in the village owned a special bag. It was given to them by their parents at the age of 3. Inside this bag were hundreds of warm fuzzies. Warm fuzzies were soft, cuddly, cottony little puffs. When you gave someone a warm fuzzy, they felt warm and fuzzy inside. People in the village gave each other warm fuzzies anytime they wanted to let someone know they were loved. When someone received a warm fuzzy, they put it in their bag.
One day, an evil sorceress came to town. She saw that everyone was giving out these warm fuzzies from their bags and she didnât like it. She went up to one villager and said, âWhy do you keep giving away your warm fuzzies? Arenât you afraid youâre going to run out? Here, take this bag of cold pricklies and give these to the people in your village instead, and keep all your warm fuzzies for yourself.â The villager took the bag because he believed the sorceressâ tale. The next time he ran into a friend, he handed him one of the cold pricklies from his new bag. A cold prickly made someone feel cold and prickly inside, like they were swallowing a pin cushion. Soon all the villagers went to the sorceress and asked for their own bag of cold pricklies since they didnât want to be the only people handing out warm fuzzies if everyone else was going to hand out cold pricklies. Once you had a cold prickly, you wanted to give it away to someone else as fast as possible.
The sorceress was pleased. Her plan was working perfectly. Now the village was in a state of fear and panic. Everyone started avoiding everyone else so they wouldnât be given a cold prickly. People hoarded their small supply of warm fuzzies and didnât give them out to anyone anymore. But no one was happy anymore either.
One day a prince arrived in town and almost immediately someone handed him a cold prickly from their bag. The prince, recognizing the cold prickly, refused to take it. The villager was surprised and tried again. The prince handed the person a warm fuzzy from his bag. The villager was surprised, and a little ashamed that he had tried to give this warm prince a cold prickly and instead received a warm fuzzy.
The prince addressed the crowd and said, âWhy do you give each other cold pricklies?â One villager said, âWhy should we give away all of our warm fuzzies? Shouldnât we keep them for ourselves?â Other villagers agreed. But the prince said, âEvery time you give away a warm fuzzy a new one is created in your own bag. Donât you see? The more you give away, the more you will have.â
To demonstrate, the prince had everyone put down their bag of cold pricklies and retrieve their bag of warm fuzzies from their homes. He asked everyone to take out a warm fuzzy from their bag and hand it to a neighbor. This they did, but warily. Then the prince told them to notice that they all still had the same amount of warm fuzzies in their bags as before. People started giving away more warm fuzzies and noticed their bag was never empty. There were indeed enough warm fuzzies for everyone.
The sorceress was very upset and tried to interrupt the prince and get everyone to give out cold pricklies again. But the villagers didnât want to listen anymore. They threw all their bags of cold pricklies into a wagon, set the sorceress inside it, and sent her out of town.
The villagers realized theyâd learned a valuable lesson.
When you give someone a warm fuzzy, they in turn will give it to someone else. Eventually, it will come back around to you.
sharing some warm fuzzies!
Note from Jenny: Tracy, you have given away more warm fuzzies to more people than you will ever realize. I give my entire bag to you today~surround yourself in their warmth and just smile and snuggle.
I remember when I saw the first picture of Patrick, I knew this poor soul was gone. When I finally got up the courage to look, to my happy surprise, he was alive… barely. AHS had him for the first day to stabilize him then he was of to Garden State Veterinary Hospital, where the miraculous recovery truly began.
The monster, Keisha Curtis, who did this to him, we pray will pay for her heinous abuse and torture to Patrick.
To All: In answer to the questions of the Plea Agreement, that Plea was rejected by the Defense Attorney representing Kisha Curtis. The Plea Agreement included 18 months in jail, $5000.00 in fines and an animal ban on the defendent. Again this is not unusual and moving forward we are confident that this case was handled properly by NJSPCA and that our case is strong and solid. Capt
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AHS is still fighting to tear Patrick away from the only loving home he has ever known. Patrick has been with The Scavelli Family during this ordeal. He is loved for the first time in his life and they want to adopt him permanently. Yet, AHS is fighting to have him returned to their shelter/zoo. I thought shelters were supposed to want the best for the animals… guess not this one.
Please sign and share the petition below to tell the courts to let Patrick say with the Scavelli Family!
I do not have many ‘great’ days in my life. Good days maybe, but far from great. Well, yesterday was a GREAT day. My brother [baby brother] Ed and his wife Kelly brought an amazing new being in to this World. Ed and Kelly have a relationship that I’ve only seen in  fairy tales. I may be biased, but my brother is pretty amazing.
I ‘met’ my brother when he was 6 months old and it was love at first site. He could not say Tracy when he started talking, so my new name became Sissy. I wear that name with pride. I’m sissy to my baby brother Ed and baby sister Laura. I would have it no other way.
And now, a new chapter in Ed’s life. The baby brother I changed, baby-sat, fed, etc. is now a daddy. I’m over the moon. [also feeling really old, lol]
So, without further ado, Welcome to the World Max – born Jan. 20, at 11:52pm. 8lbs 6oz.
Dedicated to my husband…
When I heard this song by Chris Medina and watched the video of his beautiful lady, I knew this song was meant for my hubby.
I was diagnosed with MS three years into our marriage, right after the birth of our twins. Now wheelchair bound with many other issues due to the MS, my husband stays by my side. I am one of the blessed ones…
His name is Roger, and he is my hubby of 18 years. We have stood by each other through thick and thin. We have three gorgeous and talented children together. He stands by me every second of every day, which has to be hard at times. I know it must be hard to believe… but I can be a real handful [bitch] at times. đ
Was just thinking about him and felt like sharing with you!
With over 45 volunteers and friends of Halfway to Home bused in from the Antelope Valley, last night in a Bakersfield night court a decision was made.
Halfway to Home’s permit was not renewed… yet. The court has ruled that on September 22, 2011, Kern County will give Suzanne of list of what they want done at the rescue, concrete work, etc. She will be allowed 50 dogs, where the county only wanted 10. WINNING! And, she has 3 years to get all of this in order! WINNING again!
NOW, the hard work begins… HWTH is run solely on donations and Suzanne’s Social Security. She has the largest number of volunteers for a rescue.
Some of the amazing volunteers!
But, to save this shelter they will need help! To get the concrete work done, in itself, will be a big undertaking which will be costly. Three years may sound like a long time, but in reality it is just a flash in time. They will need donations! This rescue is dear to my heart as two of my furbabies were rescued here. I know times are hard, the economy is bad, but maybe instead of that Starbucks coffee, donate! You get my meaning. đ
I ask you to please share this information, please help save Halfway to Home and the countless dogs that are rescued every year!
Click the banner below to go the their website and you can donate there.
There are now many FB communities for Patrick, my new one is A Dog Named Patrick. There are three California groups now to fight for Patrick. I hope to see you become a member at any one or all three of them. What information one does not have, another may.
On our show yesterday, The Padded Room, my bff Ruby and I talked about Patrick. It got a bit emotional at times, but it is hard to keep control and emotions in tact when discussing such horrific abuse of a living creature. You can listen to the 30 minute archive by clicking on our The Padded Room link.
No matter how hard life can get, and it can get hard, I always try to find the light at the end of the tunnel. There really is that light if you look for it. We can wallow in our pain and self pity, or we can look for the good. And, I know there is good somewhere.
MS sucks, big time, but I have it and only I can choose how to ‘live’ with it. I hear people complain how a remodel is going bad or how their kids are back home with them after college. Well, be thankful you have a home and the money to remodel. Be thankful your kids are safe and finished college. I would love to remodel my bathroom and doorways so I could actually shower alone and get through doors without leaving scratches or all out dents in the walls. Sometimes, I hate my home as it is not handicapped accessible for me. I spend most of time in my bedroom as getting through the doors is a pain in the butt in my chair. When I turn my chair on the carpet it lifts and moves, would love to redo that as well. Sadly for us, we do not have the funds to do this right now. BUT, I am thankful to have a home and have a roof over my head.
Again, as I have said in previous blogs, it’s all in how you choose too look at your life. Is your glass half full or half empty? I like to think of mine as half full.
I spend most of my days stuck in my four walls of my home as I no longer feel comfortable driving. We are going to get hand controls one day for my van [when and if we can afford it], but until then I am a ‘prisoner’ in my home. BUT, again, at least I have a home and a handicapped accessible vehicle for my wheel-chariot!
Do not get me wrong, there are days I get pissed off and curse this fucking disease. Ask why the hell me? What did I do to deserve this? I look at people able to walk and want to scream, “Do you know how lucky you are to be able to walk?” I get angry, depressed, and downright mad at God. Then, eventually, when I calm down I see the light. I see a husband who would do anything in this world for me and truly meant his vows, in sickness and in health. I see children who love me no matter if I can walk, be in the sun, run with them, or not. I see parents and siblings who would stop everything [and have] to help me if I ever needed help.
So you see, there is always a light at the end of that tunnel. I guess it is how you choose to look at it!
Making it Through the Rain 