Saturday, December 29, 2007

Yes, I'm Still Here

Oh, I know...there's been lots of hits here and not a whole lot happening; but I am still here.

Christmas went well, though Mickey wasn't around to enjoy it with us.  He ran off again and though a neighbor at the old house has seen him in the area, we've been unable to find him and he hasn't been hanging at the old house.  I just pray that he has shelter and food and I hope he finds whatever he is looking for out of life.  Now don't get me wrong...if someone calls, we'll go get him; but we've just decided to let this work its way out itself.

My thumb that Mickey bit me on, is healing slowly.  Swelling is down but there is a hard knot/lump on the one side that the doctor will be looking at on Thursday (funny how he felt it should be looked at, but apparently not immediately).  I've learned that going on the internet looking up medical things is not a good idea.  I've developed almost every symptom of human rabies with the exception of "fear of water".  Yeah, I know.....I can only hope that when the delusions set in, they involve Kevin Spacey.   However, the thumb does ache and it causes aches in the whole hand.

I got an iPod Nano for Christmas from hubby.  I haven't done anything with it yet, just teaching myself.  He also bought me a red microwave & toaster, oh and a docking radio for the iPod.  Also got nice things from friends and family.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!




Christmas



Below is an email I received today that I think is worth sharing:

De-Christmasing Christmas


WHEN A commotion erupted over the fact that the 48-foot white spruce installed on the Boston Common -- an annual gift from the people of Nova Scotia -- is identified on Boston's official website as a ''holiday tree," the city's commissioner of parks and recreation sided firmly with the critics. ''This is a Christmas tree," Antonia Pollak declared. ''It's definitely a Christmas tree."


At least that's what she told the Boston press. According to CBC News, on the other hand, she took a rather different line with the Canadian press: ''A lot of people celebrate various religious holidays but also enjoy the lights, and we're trying to be inclusive."


Meanwhile, Pollak's boss said he intends to call it a Christmas tree, no matter what it says on the City Hall website. ''I didn't write the website," Boston Mayor Thomas Menino told the Boston Herald. ''If I had, it would have said Christmas tree." He must not write the mayor's weekly column, either. The current one is about the lighting of Christmas trees all over Boston -- yet not once does the word ''Christmas" modify the word ''tree."


And so it begins again -- the annual effort to neuter Christmas, to insist in the name of ''inclusiveness" and ''sensitivity" that a Christian holiday celebrated by something like 90 percent of Americans not be called by its proper name or referred to in religious terms. We all know the drill by now. Instead of ''Merry Christmas," store clerks wish you a ''happy holiday." Schools close for winter break. Your office throws a holiday party.


Sometimes the secularizing impulse goes to laughable extremes, as when the elementary school play is titled ''How the Grinch Stole the Holidays" or when red poinsettias (but not white ones) are banned from city hall. Sometimes it springs from clanging ignorance, as with the New York City policy that prohibited the display of Christian nativity scenes on public school grounds, while expressly allowing such ''secular holiday symbol decorations" as Jewish menorahs and the Muslim star and crescent. And some of it is fueled by anti-Christian bigotry or sheer misanthropic bile.


But mostly, I think, this attempt to fade Christmas into a nondenominational winter holiday stems from a twisted notion of courtesy -- from the idea that tolerance and respect for minorities require intolerance and disrespect for the majority. Better to call the company shindig a ''holiday" party, this line of thinking goes, than to risk offending the few non-Christian employees by calling it a Christmas party. Better to ban all Christmas carols from the school concert than to take the chance that a Jew or Muslim or Hindu might feel excluded. Better to remove the Christmas trees from all the dormitory dining halls because a single student complained -- as happened last year at the University of Illinois -- than to politely inform the student that the trees will be removed after the Christmas season ends.


''We're trying to be inclusive," says the Boston parks commissioner, explaining why the white spruce that was sent from Nova Scotia under a giant banner reading ''Merry Christmas, Boston" became a ''holiday tree" on her department's website. But suppressing the language, symbols, or customs of Christians in a predominantly Christian society is not inclusive. It's insulting.


It's discriminatory, too. Hanukkah menorahs are never referred to as ''holiday lamps" -- not even the giant menorahs erected in Boston Common and many other public venues each year by Chabad, the Hasidic Jewish outreach movement. No one worries that calling the Muslim holy month of Ramadan by its name -- or even celebrating it officially, as the White House does with an annual ''iftaar" dinner -- might be insensitive to non-Muslims. In this tolerant and open-hearted nation, religious minorities are not expected to keep their beliefs out of sight or to squelch their traditions lest someone, somewhere, take offense. Surely the religious majority shouldn't be expected to either.


As a practicing Jew, I don't celebrate Christmas. There is no Christmas tree in my home, my kids don't write letters to Santa Claus, and I don't attend church on Dec. 25 (or any other date). Does the knowledge that scores of millions of my fellow Americans do all those things make me feel excluded or offended? On the contrary: It makes me feel grateful -- to live in a land where freedom of religion shelters the Hanukkah menorah in my window no less than the Christmas tree in my neighbor's. That freedom is a reflection of America's Judeo-Christian culture, and a principal reason why, in this overwhelmingly Christian country, it isn't only Christians for whom Christmas is a season of joy. And why it isn't only Christians who should make a point of saying so.




 


Saturday, December 22, 2007

Two Senseless Deaths

A police officer died this week in the line of duty as my previous post states.  I didn't know him and he wasn't was of the deputies I work with, but he was assisting them.

The suspect stabbed to death his girlfriend, then took their 2 children and dropped them off at his parents house.  Officer Nicholson arrived first as he was in the area, he was shot and found lying next to his cruiser.  The suspect also shot at the State & County officers that arrived.  He was finally apprehended when shot by one of our officers.  The suspect is in the hospital under guard.  He lived.  However 2 families have suffered great loss.

When you work for a police agency, any death of an officer ANYWHERE is tragic...but when it hits this close to home, you pray alot and it hits you as if it were one of your own.

Officer Nicholson was only 25 years old.  He had bought a ring to propose to his girlfriend on Christmas.




Thursday, December 20, 2007

Somebody Killed A Police Officer Today

A Part of America Died

Somebody killed a police officer today.... and a part of America died.
A piece of our country he swore to protect will be buried with him at his side.

The suspect who shot him will stand up in court with counsel demanding his rights,
while a girlfriend and mother spend many long, lonely nights.

The streets where he worked was a battlefield too...
just as if he'd gone off to war... though the flag of our nation won't fly at half mast
to his name they will add a gold star.

Somebody killed a police officer today... it happened in your town and mine
while we slept in our comfort behind locked doors a cop put his life on the line.

Now his ghost has the beat on a dark city street and he stands at each rookie's side
a cop answered the call of himself gave his all and a part of America died.

Author Unknown

"We Remember the Officers"

We remember the officers who changed our lives,
The men and woman who protected us day and night,
People who respect for their dedication to the cause,
For when faced with danger, they never even pause.

We remember the officers who always stood true,
Whatever the color of uniform, brown gray or blue,
With pride and integrity they say "To serve and protect",
For the giving of their life, we offer our respect.

We remember the officers who we never really knew,
Persons strong enough to answer the challenge are few,
With heavy hearts we mourn the officers in eternal rest,
There's more to these people than the badge on their chest.

By Brad Miller







Friday, December 7, 2007

Cat Bites



I've learned alot about cat bites these past few days - you'd be surprised.  Did you know that because a cat bite is normally puncture type wounds and because a cats teeth are so sharp they can go very deep and cause damage to bones, nerves and tendons?  Did you know that a cats mouth harbors dozens of germs and bacteria and infection can start immediately?

I never knew this either, but I've been online alot reading.  Mine is still very sore and swollen, but the swelling has come down some and I can move the thumb around without being in great pain.  That's the one thing that amazed me...I was in so much pain.  If you ever have this happen to you do the following:


1.    Bleeding is good.  It helps flush out some of the germs. 


2.    Peroxide is good.  Pour it on the wound (don't dab with cotton ball or q-tip) it will penetrate down into the 

        wound and start killing bacteria.  I had been told at one time that peroxide was a bad thing and not to use it 
        anymore, however, the hospital said that was the smartest move I made (well it was really my neighbor).

3.    Wash the area with warm soapy water and wrap in a clean cloth.


4.    Go to the doctors or ER immediately - don't wait.


The highest concern for cat bites is INFECTION; Tetanus is second and Rabies is last.  Actually the Doctor told me that Rabies from a cat is very rare HOWEVER had I not known the cat nor known it's shot history there would of been no choice but to treat for that.


Yes - the hospital has to report any bite to Animal Control. 


"Needless to say Mickey is still living under a neighbors porch in the old neighborhood and as far as I'm concerned he can stay there."Okay, so I lied.  What was I to do?  We had a snow storm and the neighbor called and left a message saying "Mickey is on the front porch <at the old house> all curled up in a little ball, he looks cold.  I took him a bowl of food over and he gobbled it down, now he's banging on the door trying to get into the house and meowing his head off."


What were we to do????  I mean, I know he's scared and doesn't understand.  I also realized it was partly my fault because he doesn't like to be picked up and I tried when I was a block away from the car, plus I held his paws tight to prevent clawing which left him with only one defense.


"Needless to say Mickey is now at the new house sleeping under the Christmas tree."




Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Alrighty Then


Last week, Mickey vanished again.  It seemed odd, after all he was going outside and coming back to the right house.  What was the problem?

On my way home from work, I decided to go by the old house.  He wasn't there but I did see him in the vicinity.  He kept meowing at me and even let me pet him - all happy and purring.  Then I picked him up.

Mickey has never been a cat that liked to be held and of course, he's stressed and scared due to the move.  He's a cat, they don't understand these things.

We immediately got into a struggle and HE BIT ME!!!!  Yes - he bit the hand that feeds him!

Needless to say Mickey is still living under a neighbors porch in the old neighborhood and as far as I'm concerned he can stay there.

As for me - I'm in pain, had to get a tetanus shot, on antibiotics, thumb is stiff and all swollen.

 






The doctor told me that close to 100% of cat bites get infected.  Had I waited to morning, it would of looked a whole lot worse.  Actually he said to expect worse before better.  Course the bandage is keeping it in one position and now my thumbs all stiff.

Who'd of thought this out of such a nice laid back cat?