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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">When I was a kid, going to downtown Cleveland at the holidays was totally magical! It was an event we excitedly anticipated. All the stores were done up in decorations. The store windows were works on wonder. The closest you might get to imagining it is the opening scene of "A Christmas Story." You'd go see Santa at Higbee's and shop for family afterwards at The Twigbee Shoppe. Maybe dinner before at The Silver Grille was they had the yummiest Welsh Rarebit and you got a cute cardboard stove to take home. (My sister remembers when your meal came in a real stove.) Then, on to "Halle's Seventh Floor where you'll be looking for" Mr. Jingle-a-ling! But the crowning glory was to walk in the atrium of Sterling Linder and see their magnificent tree! Once the tallest indoor Christmas tree, it's last showing was 1968 so I do have memories of it beforehand, being 13 when the store closed. I feel bad for kids (both old and young) to have missed out on the golden age of department stores and their wonderful windows!</span>Cattledog Mom 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773900542095292847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914715015710219104.post-85025673852824783552019-11-22T23:32:00.000-05:002019-11-22T23:32:10.150-05:00When Kennedy Was Assassinated....<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="al2lp" data-offset-key="ds1aj-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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<span data-offset-key="ea91i-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">Our principle, Mr Will come on the PA and said that President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas and he had died. They didn't sugar coat stuff when I was a kid. Most of our dads had been in WW2 and they just didn't soft-sell stuff. When I was a kid, children died more frequently then they do now. </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="1l7ci-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">I remember this one girl, Melody, burst into tears. I was kind of stunned. There was a dullness in my head. No one in my family had died yet, not a grandparent or a pet. I had to process it. I remember thinking, "Why is she sobbing like that?" (She was kind of a drama queen anyway.)</span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="86ulp-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">I remember my parents did not vote for Kennedy. My dad was not a fan. It was the only time they voted for the same president! </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="5divt-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">I remember they let us out of school and we all were thinking "Cool! A few days off." But there was nothing on TV except the news, the funeral, the commentaries. I remember seeing John-John salute as the caisson went by. </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="3jan6-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">My biggest memory was seeing Black Jack the horse with the boots reversed in the stirrups. To this day, I remember the horse's name. For some odd reason, I thought that was so cool. I remember thinking "When I die, I want a horse at my burial with the boot reversed in the stirrups." But that's a military honor so that won't happen. Funny what you remember....</span></div>
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Cattledog Mom 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773900542095292847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914715015710219104.post-47486960844608810922019-06-29T23:35:00.002-04:002019-06-29T23:35:39.256-04:00The Adventures Of Buddy The Cat<br />
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ccording to the Spousal Unit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(I missed this) as I was out of town at
Midwest Uke Camp)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here’s how he tells
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">“So I came home from work, it was last Friday,
the 21<sup>st</sup> (of June, 2019), and it was a cool evening so I decided to open
up the windows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got to the second
floor and opened up our bedroom window and one in the cat room to get some air
flow. I fed the critters. Then settled in to watch TV and eat dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">“Later that night, I took up some wet
food for Buddy but I didn’t see him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
figured he was hiding as he sometimes does. I didn’t give it much thought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Talked to Mia on the phone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">“I decided to go to bed around 1:30
am.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Still no Buddy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked for him upstairs in the attic, under
the bed, in the bathroom, his crate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>That’s when I saw the screen was NOT down on that cat room window. I
panicked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s two floors up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s
when I put 2 and 2 together and realized that the dogs had been barking at
Buddy in driveway earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18.0pt;">“I went outside and started calling for
Buddy. When I opened up the front door, another cat, (not Buddy) ran off the
front porch, hissing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I walked up the
driveway calling for Buddy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I came back onto
the porch, turned on the light, walked through the flower beds, calling the
entire time. I was standing by the mailbox (near the front porch) calling, when
I heard a soft ‘Meow!’ I called again, heard the soft ‘Meow.’ I was trying to
figure out where it was coming from.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
called a <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>few more times and that’s when
I saw Buddy’s face in the corner of the porch railings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went up on the porch, picked him up,
brought him in the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He ran
upstairs straight to his food. I put the screen down on the window and went to
bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt relieved!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /><br />May 23rd, 2019 <br /><br /> (Rescue name: Semi. That won't stick.) <br /><br />If I had not been a part of this whole scenario, I would find it hard to believe. <br /><br /> I had been looking at cats. I was missing Rufus and the other kitties (Ellie and Envy). I mean, Josie has a home here but she not affectionate or cuddly. She's just....bless her heart...weird. <br /><br />I saw this cat online through a rescue (Paws And Prayers). His name was Chuck and he was a big (huge) orange and white 4 year old cat who was describe as a, "Dog in a cat suit." Perfect. I went last week to look at him. Twice. Super laid back cat. I mean, SUPER laid back. I liked him a lot. He was at a place called Destination Cats in Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio. It’s an open roam place for cats. I think I counted about 20 or so. It’s a wonderful place to really see adoptable cats in a more normal environment. <br /><br />After my foot doctor appointment today, my friend, Al, dropped me off at Destination Cats to see Chuck again. Of course he was hanging out with a bunch of other cats up for adoption. The lady who owns DC (Elizabeth) said, "Do you think you're going to get him? There is someone else who wants him and filled out an application for him. We've been trying to reach you via email." <br /><br />Oh, crap, no pressure. (I was out of town, visiting the grandkids in NJ). <br /><br />As I was visiting Chuck, this other orange cat, came up and sat on the chair next to where I was standing, purring, being super friendly and doing the adorable cat thing. "How did I miss you? You're another nice kitty!" He was a little younger than I wanted (1 year and some change). They called him Semi. <br /><br />After a lot of hemming and hawing, mostly because our cat room was not ready to receive a new denizen, I finally said, "Screw it. Let's do it!" I paid the money, got his papers and as I was waiting for my friend Mary L. to pick us up this older couple came in wanting to see Chuck. <br /><br />"Welllll," says Elizabeth, "He just got adopted." The lady starts crying. I kid you not. Bawling. <br /><br />"Oh, no, no, no! I wanted him so much." (Wait, there's more) “Who adopted him?” <br /><br />She looks at me and I said that yes, I had adopted him but I told them about Semi and what a sweet kitty he seemed to be. Mind you, one of her cats died TWO DAYS AGO. I don't think I'd be looking that quick myself. Plus she had NEVER even met Chuck. She wanted him based off a picture and a description. Weird. Plus she liked him and wanted him because “He looks like a cat I used to have.” None of these are good reasons or times to adopt, in my opinion. <br /><br />My heart is sinking. Really. The harder, firmer part of me is thinking, "Well, too bad. He’s mine." The kinder part of me is saying, "Wellll....." The problem is I HAVE a kinder part of me. Meanwhile the husband is pulling money out of his wallet. "How much you want for him? I'll pay you for him." Seriously? I kid you not. I felt like I was in a drug deal behind the storefront. Who does that? <br /><br />Now the poor DC lady is in a dilemma because we both had been approved to adopt Chuck. So, and don't ask me why I said this, "Look, you need to meet Semi and there are some other GREAT cats in that. But if you really want him AND you click, you take him. I'll take the other orange cat." I'm sitting outside the cat room, knowing in my heart that Chuck will do his laid back "Yeah, whatever" thing, which is rather charming. <br /><br />At this point, I’m starting to feel that it's in the laps of the Gods. What else can you do? You have to give up to the Universe/God/Higher Power right? If it's meant to be, it'll work out. <br /><br />Of course she wanted him. In her mind and mouth it was Chuck and no other cat will do. That’s pretty rigid, to my way of thinking. I also found out from her husband that she has never taken a vacation away from home and her animals in 18 years! Eighteen! I’m sorry but that’s just weird and say there’s more going on mentally with this lady. I love my animals very much but not taking a vacation in 18 years is ridiculous! It’s not like they’re farm animals. I’ve certainly heard of cases like that for farmers. I don’t know; I thought it was weird. <br /><br />But I digress. The bottom line is she got Chuck and I got Semi. A gal from Paws and Prayers had to come to figure out the paperwork and it was confusing. <br /><br />If my friend Mary would have come just TEN minutes earlier, we would have been out the door with Chuck. Now Semi is in the cat room, closed off and Josie doesn't know what to do with herself. And because he's blowing coat like a crazy man, I'm taking antihistamines. It'll pass! Always does. <br /><br />By the way, I got him the day before my birthday, May 23rd. Is that weird or what?? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/eM2Az1JtFzs" width="480"></iframe>Cattledog Mom 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773900542095292847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914715015710219104.post-91494805341287221582019-04-03T06:53:00.001-04:002019-04-03T06:53:11.650-04:00My Wild Irish Rose #100dayproject<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/IDYZd7hzhKI" width="480"></iframe>Cattledog Mom 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773900542095292847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914715015710219104.post-117356223394228492019-04-03T06:52:00.001-04:002019-04-03T06:52:15.853-04:00That's An Irish Lullaby #100dayproject<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/mwO3_DBoz3M" width="480"></iframe>Cattledog Mom 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773900542095292847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914715015710219104.post-51117162406120821842019-04-03T06:51:00.001-04:002019-04-03T06:51:29.837-04:00Cryin' Time #100dayproject<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VkrIMqSqhdY" width="480"></iframe>Cattledog Mom 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773900542095292847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914715015710219104.post-15879819015193763232019-04-03T06:50:00.001-04:002019-04-03T06:50:24.705-04:00How I Quit Smoking<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/YiiM4eauoFw" width="480"></iframe>Cattledog Mom 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773900542095292847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914715015710219104.post-31650023624888868922018-04-16T17:35:00.001-04:002018-04-16T17:36:00.012-04:00Smoke-free! Now what? Back to....?To blogging. <br />
It feels nowadays like I'm lazy. Un-creative. Etc.<br />
Guess what?<br />
I quit smoking on March 21, 2018. Maybe blogging will be a better replacement than fucking food. Jaysus, I'm eating like it's my fucking job and always at night.<br />
But I'm glad I quit. It was time. It was getting stupid and I was a fucking addict, sure as shit.<br />
I quit by watching a video series called Alan Carr's Easy Way To Stop Smoking. I think it was extremely worthwhile . I would recommend it to anyone. <br />
So yeah, that's really good. Really!! <br />
Smoking didn't help Envy and Ellie stay alive. Smoking was not my friend; it was and is a bitter enemy that was stealing me time, life, money etc. away. Marty admitted he hated the smell of cigarettes and the smell on me. which is so weird because HE smokes those stupid little cigars, Al Capone's. But he's an addict too.<br />
I feel better.<br />
I wish my eyesight were better, that's really fucking scary and aggravating but all in all, life is good. <br />
We've had incredibly cold, damp, dismal weather this year. Spring is upon us. It's mid April and except for a a lovely warm snap late last week, it's been fucking cold and dismal. It's 5:30 and it's bloody 35 degrees outside! I thought for a moment there it was flip-flop time again but noooooo. Back to sweaters and socks. Everyone is getting tired of it. I cna't remember the last time I wondered, "Will spring ever come?? When is Spring coming??"<br />
It'll come. I just hope it isn't a case of One Day Spring, the next Blazing Hot Summer! <br />
I guess we'll have to see. <br />
But I'll face it without a goddamn cigarette, right!!??? <br />
You bet your ass.Cattledog Mom 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773900542095292847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914715015710219104.post-79808715636722119502018-04-16T17:23:00.000-04:002018-04-16T17:23:25.320-04:00A New Home For Something Old<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span data-offset-key="2v9q8-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">Some of us (myself included) need to de-clutter or cut down on stuff. I have to keep on top of paper. I've scanned (and continue to do so) old photos and letters so that stuff has permanent storage. I've thrown a lot away that couldn't be reused or recycled. Old stuff we inherit should be used (like Grandma's good china) and enjoyed, not tucked away in a drawer or cabinet. Even knowing this, sometimes it's hard to get rid of things that belong to a family member. Over the last ten years, I've really started to let go of quite a bit of inherited or replaced stuff. Furniture, books, clothes etc. . </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="9br78-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">For a few years there, I gave my mom dolls for Christmas and her birthday. When she died, I got the doll collection, most of which I donated or gave to friends who collected. There are some dolls, like her own doll from 1930 (Maguffy) and the Hungarian doll (which they brought back from Budapest after WW2) that will stay with me and hopefully keep staying in the family. They are dolls with stories. </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="96adh-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">But there were a few of the "gift" dolls that I really liked that I just didn't know what to do with. You see, I played with my dolls. They were my friends (along with my model horses). Which is why I have never been into dolls you "collected" just to look at. I have agonized for years with what to do with 4 dolls designed by Robin Woods. </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="96adh-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">Then Fate stepped in.</span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="6hngu-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">My last dog sitting client has 2 daughters that enjoy playing with "dollies" and stuffed animals and I thought, "Ah-ha! Here are too likely candidates for New Moms." My heart and soul felt like this was the perfect home for these two dolls. </span></div>
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<span data-offset-key="3bhrd-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">My mother would be so proud and happy. It made me feel great to give them away to very deserving young ladies. Look at those happy faces! It reminds me that stuff that gets given away or donated has the great potential of a new life. Now I wish I could persuade some people I know to get rid of shit. </span></div>
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Cattledog Mom 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/13773900542095292847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2914715015710219104.post-62553590242127644932017-11-30T22:00:00.000-05:002017-11-30T22:00:24.491-05:00Disney Magic Moments<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Scattered here and there......memories. I'm trying to get them all down before Chemo-Meno Brain forgets....I did keep a journal of sorts as well. <br />
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"Look, I know you're a beautiful girl dressed like Cinderella, but she's been my favorite Disney character since I was a tiny girl," I said, wiping tears from my eyes, trying not to ruin my Facial Spackle. No damn hankie when you need one. Shit.<br />
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(She kept in character. Of course.)<br />
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"Oh, look at the beautiful dress your fairy godmother made for you."<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YOGxwkr6wUQ/VM_pNdnbp8I/AAAAAAAAB54/7HSLJ0tzPM4/s1600/7%2Bmia%2Bbelle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YOGxwkr6wUQ/VM_pNdnbp8I/AAAAAAAAB54/7HSLJ0tzPM4/s1600/7%2Bmia%2Bbelle.jpg" width="150" /></a>"My Fairy Godmother was Goodwill, honey. But thank you."<br />
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Meeting Belle was nice as well but I think it was more wonderfully exciting for the lovely Egyptian woman I met in line.....she was so stoked I thought she'd pop out of her veil. Small world department: her son has had heart work done at the Cleveland Clinic.<br />
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(Crikey, I look like my damn mother....)<br />
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And so it began......<br />
Sunday, Jan. 25, 2015<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First Toast, Jan. 25th</td></tr>
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You know you're on a different sort of trip (especially when you're not a big drinker, which I'm NOT) and you're sitting with the Deck Niners (great group of folks from all over the place), and you think to yourself,<br />
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"It's 10 a.m. I've had breakfast. I think I'll have a screwdriver. It has orange juice in it, right?"<br />
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The first we dined at Palo, the upgrade restaurant, and had great service. My beef tenderloin was a little on the cooked side, but it was good. The dessert was a rich chocolate mousse cake with to-die-for chocolate sauce.<br />
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Of course, I was keeping it classy on the Disney Magic....but that damn chocolate sauce was SO good. My cake was done and I just couldn't let it go to waste, now could I?<br />
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Besides I've been thrown out of better places. <br />
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Just not at sea.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qFN2KH4m0Po/VNBCLJG0wgI/AAAAAAAAB6g/x5gIYM-sbGc/s1600/5692.g.mask%2Bmaking.1.26.15.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qFN2KH4m0Po/VNBCLJG0wgI/AAAAAAAAB6g/x5gIYM-sbGc/s1600/5692.g.mask%2Bmaking.1.26.15.JPG" width="200" /></a>Give 6 (pretend) adults feathers, stickers, pens, paper masks ---- and alcohol!!<br />
The big challenge was they gave us glue sticks which stick very little. I think we did very well!!! Fun at O'Gills Pub.<br />
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