Saturday, May 31, 2008

An Amazing Heartfelt Story of a Pony

Meet Molly
She's a gray speckled pony who was abandoned by her owners when Katrina hit southern Louisiana , USA



She spent weeks on her own before finally being rescued and taken to a farm where abandoned animals were stockpiled. While there, she was attacked by a pit bull terrier, and almost died. Her gnawed right front leg became infected and her vet went to LSU for help. But LSU was overwhelmed, and this pony was a welfare case. You know how that goes. But after surgeon Rustin Moore met Molly, he changed his mind. He saw how the pony was careful to lie down on different sides so she didn't seem to get sores, and how she allowed people to handle her.
She protected her injured leg. She constantly shifted her weight, and didn't overload her good leg. She was a smart pony with a serious survival ethic. Moore agreed to remove her leg below the knee and a temporary artificial limb was built.





Molly walked out of the clinic and her story really begins there.


'This was the right horse and the right owner,' Moore insists. Molly happened to be a one-in-a-million patient. She's tough as nails, but sweet, and she was willing to cope with pain. She made it obvious she understood (that) she was in trouble. The other important factor, according to Moore, is having a truly committed and compliant owner who is dedicated to providing the daily care required over the lifetime of the horse. Molly's story turns into a parable for life in post-Katrina Louisiana. The little pony gained weight, her mane felt a comb. A human prosthesis designer built her a leg. The prosthetic has given Molly a whole new life, Allison Barca DVM, Molly's regular vet, reports. And she asks for it! She will put her little limb out, and come to you and let you know that she wants you to put it on. Sometimes she wants you to take it off too.' And sometimes, Molly gets away from Barca. 'It can be pretty bad when you can't catch a three-legged horse', she laughs. Most important of all, Molly has a job now. Kay, the rescue farm owner, started taking Molly to shelters, hospitals, nursing homes, rehabilitation centers. Anywhere she thought that people needed hope. Wherever Molly went, She inspired people. And she had a good time doing it. 'It's obvious to me that Molly had a bigger role to play in life', Moore said, 'She survived the hurricane, she survived a horrible injury, and now she is giving hope to others. ''She's not back to normal,' Barca concluded, 'but she's going to be better. To me, she could be a symbol for New Orleans itself. 'This is Molly's most recent prosthesis. The bottom photo shows the ground surface that she stands on, which has a smiley face embossed in it. Wherever Molly goes, she leaves a smiley hoof print behind!

Friday, May 23, 2008

Shhhhhhhhhhhhh Don't tell :)


No wonder women were cranky in the 18oo's


This was way funnier than I can find words for~~~~~~ I just hope my friends don't do this to me~~~~

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

The Story of My Life :o)

Hello My Name is aka Pitty Pat .. Smudge Pudge is my paper name, I also go by Pudja, Princess,
Baby-ness,
and Lastly sweetness.

Yeah I just turned 2 this month. So Wish me a big happy Birthday.




Pitty Pat 8 Weeks old.
This picture was taken before I came to live with Mommie. I was suppose to be this beautiful blue (grey) and white spotted baby. But alas I turned into a blue sable instead. Mommie loves me all the same :) even though I changed colors on her.

I'm a pocket pup. That is what Mommie called me when she brought me home. I fit in her Jean shirt pocket. I was only 1# when I came to live with her. I now weigh 5#'s and have filled out nicely. I am too heavy Because Mommie feeds me too many Scoobie Snacks.







Pitty Pat her first day in her new home.
She was 9 weeks old. Don't I look so sweet sleeping with my toy that is bigger than I am. This toy is now half my size.
I think Mommie thought I would get bigger...
LOL NOT!!! she knew I wouldn't get bigger... Tee Hee Heee













Pitty Pat 12 weeks of age. She is playing with baby rattles. That is how small she was at the time. See me I am smiling for the camera. Say Cheese :o)


















Pitty Pat at One Year. Isn't she a real camera ham. She looks so poised and regal. I have the life of Riley sitting here in my new King sized puppy bed. Don't I look like a lady with my string of beads around my neck? I have several necklaces that Mommie made me to wear with my clothes, that she makes for me or buys from some of our favorite seamstresses.















Pitty at one Year. I just love my new Shabby Chic bed Mommie got me for my Birthday. I sleep in it all the time when I am not sleeping on Mommie. Of course there is St Francis behind me watching over all the little creatures in this house hold.






Here is my very first Halloween. Don't you like my new skull coat? I think I look rather smashing in it. Don't you?
Thank you Swanky Dog.







This is the first harness dress Mommie made me. Isn't it sweet with the little bear on the back. I just look like I got off the cat walk in New York showing off my high fashioned look.














Here I am Last weekend modeling for Mommie again. I am wearing one of her handcrafted dog dresses. It has fIaming skulls on it... what a wonderful goth dress. I will look too cool riding in my Uncle Mick's Hearses with him. Most of my family owns Dead Sleds.. and goes to hearse rallies all the time. I will fit right in. :)
Uncle Mick likes to take me with him.. all the chickies have to stop and ask about me.. He tells them I am a New York rat when they ask if I am a tea cup size. LoL that is one way to pick up the chickies :0) Take me along.

"I am so sorry this posting is so hard to read. I have spent at least 4 hours trying to post this darn thing. I can't seem to get the items to a line. I am so Sorry I hope you enjoy it anyway."

Monday, May 19, 2008

The Buffalo Theory

(In one episode of "Cheers", Cliff is seated at the bar describing the Buffalo Theory to his buddy, Norm. I don't think I've ever heard the concept explained any better than this.... :) "Well you see, Norm, it's like this...A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and the weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine and that , Norm is why you always feel smarter after a few beers."

G.R.I.T.S - Girls Raised in the South

Someone once noted that a Southerner can get away with the most awful kind of insult just as long as it's prefaced with the words, "Bless her heart" or "Bless his heart."

As in, "Bless his heart, if they put his brain on the head of a pin, it'd roll around like a BB on a 6-lane highway."

I was thinking about this the other day when a friend was telling about her new transplanted northern friend who was upset because her toddler is just beginning to talk and he has a southern accent.

My friend, who is very kind and, bless her heart, cannot do a thing about those thighs of hers, was justifiably miffed about this. After all, this woman had CHOSEN to move to the South a couple of years ago.

Can you believe it?" said her friend, "A child of mine is going to be "taaaallllkkin liiiike thiiiissss." Now, don't get me wrong. Some of my dearest friends are from the North, bless their hearts. I welcome their perspective, their friendships, and their recipes for authentic Northern Italian food. I've even gotten past their endless complaints that you can't find good bread down here. And the heathens, bless their hearts, don't like cornbread!

We've already lost too much. I was raised to say "swayya," not swear, but you hardly ever hear anyone say that anymore, I swayya you don't.

And I've caught myself thinking twice before saying something is "right much," "right close," or "right good" because non-natives think this is right funny indeed.

I have a friend from Bawston, bless her heart, who thinks it's hilarious when I say I've got to "carry" my daughter to the doctor or "cut off" the light.

She also gets a giggle every time I am "fixin'" to do something.

And, bless their hearts, they don't even know where "over yonder" is, or what "I reckon" means!
My personal favorite was my aunt, saying, "Bless her heart, she can't help being ugly, but she could've stayed home."

Southern girls know bad manners when they see them:
1. Drinking straight out of a can.
2. Not sending thank you notes.
3. Velvet after February.
4. White shoes before Memorial Day or after Labor Day

Southern girls always say:
1. "Yes, ma'am."
2. "Yes, sir."

Southern girls have a distinct way with fond expressions:
1. "Y'all come back now, ya heaah."
2. "Well, bless your heart."
3. "Drop by when you can."
4. "How's your mama?"
5. "Love your hair."

Southern girls know their three R's:
1. Rich
2. Richer
3. Richest

Southern girls know everybody's first name:
1. Honey
2. Darlin'
3. Shugah

Southern girls know the movies that speak to their hearts:
1. "Gone With the Wind"
2. "Fried Green Tomatoes"
3. "Driving Miss Daisy"
4. "Steel Magnolias"

Southern girls know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
1. Hotlanta or Adlanna (Atlanta as outsiders say)
2. Richmon
3. Challston
4. S'vannah
5. Birminham
6. Nawlins'
7. Oh! and that city in Alabama ? It's pronounced MUNTGUMRY!

Southern girls know the three deadly sins:
1. Bad hair
2. Bad manners
3. Bad blind dates


G.R.I.T.S. = Girls!
Raised in The South!
Now you run along, Shugah, and send this to someone else Raised In The South, i.e., Southern Belles, or ANY females aspiring to be GRITS.

Even the northern ones, "Bless Their Hearts". That reminds me. I have a rubber stamp that says "Just because your children were born in the South does not make them Southerners.

After all, if a cat had kittens in the oven, that wouldn't make them biscuits."


Save the earth. It's the only planet with chocolate

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Laughter is the best Medicine

My living Will

Last night, my best friend and I were sitting in the living room and I said to her, 'I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.'


So she got up, unplugged the TV, and threw out my wine.
She's such a bitch.....

Wanna go for a Swim????



I just loved this picture...




Everyone that knows me knows I have one very spoiled little Chi.

I think this would make the Pitty Pat a fabulous Halloween costume for this year.. What do all of you think?

And this could be you in a few Years too :)



Maxine ...





A woman after my own Heart. There are times in my life when I know I have said things just like her. I find as I get older.. I am more and more like her everyday. I think its because ....my get along came and went a long time ago :)

I hope my little cartoons have put a smile on your face today!!

TAPS

Taps
Day is done.

Gone the sun.

From the lakes.

From the hills.

From the sky.

All is well.

Safely rest.

God is nigh.



Fading light.

Dims the sight.

And a star.

Gems the sky.

Gleaming bright.

From afar.

Drawing nigh.

Falls the night.



Thanks and praise.

For our days.

Neath the sun.

Neath the stars.

Neath the sky.

As we go.

This we know.

God is nigh.



Remember Those Lost and Harmed While Serving Their Country.

Also Remember Those Who Have Served And Returned; and for those presently serving in the Armed Forces.




Tuesday, May 6, 2008

How do you feel about these crosses?????? Are they honoring our Soldiers or Are they dishonoring them?

Memorial Crosses on a Hillside in Layffete California






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I have seen these crosses with my own eyes and it is a very moving tribute to the soldiers who have lost their lives in the Iraq War. When I saw all these white crosses on the hillside there was only about 1200. I can't imagine how Awe struck I will be when I visit it again.. I hope this summer or fall. There has been a lot of debate about these crosses..



How do you feel about these white crosses after seeing my videos?



Do you think they should be removed?



Or should they be able to stay?



I would love to hear the views of others... This is a very moving visual on the number of lives lost in Iraq....I think the crosses should stay and show the people how many of our young people are loosing their lives in Iraq. It seems to me we are beginning to have another Viet Nam War. War brings change. But to what expense?



Thursday, May 1, 2008

Middle Aged Women

Oh My Goodness... my young friend sent this to me, and I about wet myself laughing so hard. Hum I wonder if she was trying to tell me something I don't already know... Being there doing this ... lol

Enjoy Watching this video :)

Video has a few curse words

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