A story like this makes me cringe, but at the same time warms my heart. Enjoy the story of Yugo found in yesterday's paper.
Pit bull mix found severely burned in E. Providence 1-27-09: Tatiana Pina
EAST PROVIDENCE -- In the end it was Yugo's wagging tail that saved him.
A woman found the American Bulldog-pit bull mix sitting on the side of the Henderson Expressway Tuesday near the on-ramp to Providence.
The brown and white dog's front legs were burned so severely he could barely stand. He had another burn on his right ear. The woman used her handkerchief to place under the 80-pound dog so she could lift him into her car because he couldn't move much. She brought him to East Providence Animal Control Center. Workers took him to to the East Bay Animal Hospital in Seekonk so veterinarians could treat him.
William Muggle, animal control supervisor at the East Providence Animal Control Center, said the burns were about two weeks old and so severe that veterinarians considered whether they should put the dog to sleep. But Yugo had a great disposition and wagged his tail a lot.
"The dog had a great disposition even with the severity of his wounds. I was picking him up to walk him up the stairs of the ER and he wagged his tail and he didn't growl. Had he been an iffy dog, there would have been a question about the amount of money that is needed" to heal him and then try to get him adopted, he said.
Workers at the animal control center named him Yugo, after the Yugo automobile built in Yugoslavia in the 1980's for his compact size.
Muggle said Yugo's care will cost in the hundreds. He said workers at the animal control center raised more than $100 for his care and so did some of the other animal advocacy agencies. The animal control center is looking for donations for Yugo's care.
The agency is also looking for any information about the possible owner of the dog. The owner did nothing about Yugo's wounds, Muggle said. He was also malnourished. When he came out of the anesthesia after the veterinarians treated his wounds, he ate two cans of dog food. He is about five years old.
Muggle said the veterinarian could not determine whether the burns came from a chemical or hot water, but it did not appear that the dog had stepped in the liquid because his paws were not burned.
Anyone who had information regarding the dog or wishes to make a donation should call the animal control center at 435-7675.
(Photo courtesy of East Providence Animal Control Center)
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Lying
You know right now I am so upset with something that happened today that I could just scream, and yes it involves someone telling a lie about me to a supervisor! Today I was asked why I had changed something, and I said I didn’t, and for real, I did not change what they were asking me about. Long story short, she said then why is more than one person telling me you did? Hello, first off I would not ask for the change you are implying I made as it would make my job all the more harder, but yet she said, “I am not trying to pick on you, but….” Ugh!!!!
So why is it that people tell lies just to save their own butt? I am not above a white lie, you know the kind you tell when you are asked something from a friend like, “don’t you just love this new recipe I tried?” I may have hated it but they worked hard, so I would say, well I would not consider it my favorite meal, but it is not bad. I am not going to come right out and say it sucks!
But that kind of “white” lie is so different than what happened to me today, and I am not a liar, never have been and never will be. I own up to my mistakes, and admit when I am wrong, and don’t fabricate stories. But there are some that spend their whole lives, telling lies, living lies, and forever wrapped up in the lies they tell over and over again.
The good thing is I will get this lie removed from my name by tomorrow when the supplier comes back in an email stating why the change was made, and it was not by me! So if you are one that lies to save your own butt, you are wrong, and you hurt a lot of people and their reputation, so get over yourself, get the story right, and own up to your own mistakes and don’t drag honest people down with you.
That is all I have to say tonight, except time to unwind with a glass of wine, make dinner, and forget this work day so I can spend a nice quiet evening with my hubby.
So why is it that people tell lies just to save their own butt? I am not above a white lie, you know the kind you tell when you are asked something from a friend like, “don’t you just love this new recipe I tried?” I may have hated it but they worked hard, so I would say, well I would not consider it my favorite meal, but it is not bad. I am not going to come right out and say it sucks!
But that kind of “white” lie is so different than what happened to me today, and I am not a liar, never have been and never will be. I own up to my mistakes, and admit when I am wrong, and don’t fabricate stories. But there are some that spend their whole lives, telling lies, living lies, and forever wrapped up in the lies they tell over and over again.
The good thing is I will get this lie removed from my name by tomorrow when the supplier comes back in an email stating why the change was made, and it was not by me! So if you are one that lies to save your own butt, you are wrong, and you hurt a lot of people and their reputation, so get over yourself, get the story right, and own up to your own mistakes and don’t drag honest people down with you.
That is all I have to say tonight, except time to unwind with a glass of wine, make dinner, and forget this work day so I can spend a nice quiet evening with my hubby.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
If dogs were teachers...
...you would learn stuff like.....
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.
Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
Take naps. Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout... run right back and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle gently.
And finally, never trust anyone until you sniff his butt.
Okay, this last one is a bit hard for me to follow, so I think I will alter it by looking into the person's eyes to see if there is kindness or something I don't like or trust.
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.
Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
Take naps. Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout... run right back and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle gently.
And finally, never trust anyone until you sniff his butt.
Okay, this last one is a bit hard for me to follow, so I think I will alter it by looking into the person's eyes to see if there is kindness or something I don't like or trust.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Amazing Dog!
A co-worker told me of this story and of course I was like, no way, you’re making that up…so I searched on the internet and sure enough it is a true story! This dog is amazing.
WASHINGTON (Reuters) -- In an amazing story of canine survival California-style, a dog named Dosha has shown she has nearly as many lives as the average cat.
Dosha was hit by a car near her owner's Clearwater, California, home on April 15. Next, a police officer shot her in the head to put her out of her misery. Then, presumed dead, she was put in a freezer at an animal control center.
Two hours later, when a veterinarian opened the door to the freezer, she was shocked to find Dosha, a 10-month-old of mixed-breeding, standing upright in a plastic orange bag -- the equivalent of a human body bag.
Appearing on national television Wednesday, Dosha seemed in fine spirits apart from a gunshot wound to her head and other injuries sustained from being hit by the car.
"When she first came in we called her miracle girl because we couldn't believe what she had gone through and was still with us," said veterinarian Deborah Sally on NBC's "Today" show.
"She's doing amazingly well," added Sally, who said the dog had suffered from hypothermia after being put in the fridge.
This was the only information I could find other than the dog made a full recovery! Hurray for Dosha.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Recall on Peatnut Butter...oh no!
With the recent recall on peanut butter I began to think about the dog treats I give my three dogs and thought that after the massive food recall last year, in which a few harmless sweet babies lost their lives, I was going to begin making only home made dog biscuits from now on. These three “babies” of mine are so much a part of my life, and they want their treats, so they will now get lovin' biscuits from my oven.
Here are a couple recipies I have tried and the dogs just love them!
Everyday Biscuits
2 teaspoons dry yeast
1/2 cup lukewarm water
2 tablespoons dry parsley
2 tablespoons minced garlic 1 1/2 cups chicken broth
3 tablespoons honey
1 egg
5-6 cups whole wheat flour
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a large bowl, dissolve yeast into warm water. Stir in the parsley, garlic, broth, honey, and egg. Gradually blend in flour, adding enough to form stiff dough.
Transfer to a floured surface and knead until smooth (about 3-5 minutes). Shape the dough into a ball, and roll to 1/4-inch thick. Using small bone-shaped cookie cutters, make biscuits! Transfer to un-greased baking sheets, spacing them about 1/4 inch apart. Gather up the scraps, roll out again, and cut additional biscuits.
Bake for 30 minutes. Remove from oven and turn over. Bake for an additional 15 minutes, or until lightly browned on both sides. Let cool overnight.
Buddy Boy Dog Biscuits
1 cup whole wheat flour
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
3/4 cup nonfat dry milk powder
1/2 cup oats, rolled (raw) – quick cooking
1/2 cup yellow cornmeal
1 teaspoon sugar
Cut in 1/3 cup shortening until mix is coarse crumbs. Stir in 1 egg. Dissolve 1 tablespoon instant chicken or beef bouillon granules in 1/2 cup water. Stir liquid into flour mix with a fork. Form dough into a ball and knead on floured board for 5 minutes. Divide ball in half and roll each portion until ½ inch thick
Use a cookie cutter or shape biscuits. Put 6 on a plate and microwave at medium for 5 to 10 minutes or until firm and dry to touch. Turn biscuits over after ½ cooking time.
Snickerpoodles
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup shortening
1 cup honey
2 eggs
3 ¾ cups white flour
2 teaspoons cream of tartar
1 teaspoon baking soda
½ cup cornmeal
2 teaspoons cinnamon
Mix vegetable oil, shortening, and honey with eggs. Beat well. Add flour, soda and cream of tartar to honey mixture. Knead dough until mixed well. Shape dough by rounded teaspoons into balls. Mix the cornmeal and cinnamon together in a bowl and roll balls in mixture. Place 2 inches apart on a greased cookie sheet. Press the balls down with a fork and bake for 8-10 minutes at 400 degrees. Cool on a rack and then store in an airtight container.
TIP: After finishing baking all batches of biscuits, turn off the oven, then spread all the biscuits out on one baking sheet and set them in the oven to cool overnight. The extra time in the oven as it cools off helps make the treats crispier and crunchier.
(All recipes compiled from Bullwrinkle.com)
Here are a couple recipies I have tried and the dogs just love them!
Everyday Biscuits
2 teaspoons dry yeast
1/2 cup lukewarm water
2 tablespoons dry parsley
2 tablespoons minced garlic 1 1/2 cups chicken broth
3 tablespoons honey
1 egg
5-6 cups whole wheat flour
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a large bowl, dissolve yeast into warm water. Stir in the parsley, garlic, broth, honey, and egg. Gradually blend in flour, adding enough to form stiff dough.
Transfer to a floured surface and knead until smooth (about 3-5 minutes). Shape the dough into a ball, and roll to 1/4-inch thick. Using small bone-shaped cookie cutters, make biscuits! Transfer to un-greased baking sheets, spacing them about 1/4 inch apart. Gather up the scraps, roll out again, and cut additional biscuits.
Bake for 30 minutes. Remove from oven and turn over. Bake for an additional 15 minutes, or until lightly browned on both sides. Let cool overnight.
Buddy Boy Dog Biscuits
1 cup whole wheat flour
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
3/4 cup nonfat dry milk powder
1/2 cup oats, rolled (raw) – quick cooking
1/2 cup yellow cornmeal
1 teaspoon sugar
Cut in 1/3 cup shortening until mix is coarse crumbs. Stir in 1 egg. Dissolve 1 tablespoon instant chicken or beef bouillon granules in 1/2 cup water. Stir liquid into flour mix with a fork. Form dough into a ball and knead on floured board for 5 minutes. Divide ball in half and roll each portion until ½ inch thick
Use a cookie cutter or shape biscuits. Put 6 on a plate and microwave at medium for 5 to 10 minutes or until firm and dry to touch. Turn biscuits over after ½ cooking time.
Snickerpoodles
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup shortening
1 cup honey
2 eggs
3 ¾ cups white flour
2 teaspoons cream of tartar
1 teaspoon baking soda
½ cup cornmeal
2 teaspoons cinnamon
Mix vegetable oil, shortening, and honey with eggs. Beat well. Add flour, soda and cream of tartar to honey mixture. Knead dough until mixed well. Shape dough by rounded teaspoons into balls. Mix the cornmeal and cinnamon together in a bowl and roll balls in mixture. Place 2 inches apart on a greased cookie sheet. Press the balls down with a fork and bake for 8-10 minutes at 400 degrees. Cool on a rack and then store in an airtight container.
TIP: After finishing baking all batches of biscuits, turn off the oven, then spread all the biscuits out on one baking sheet and set them in the oven to cool overnight. The extra time in the oven as it cools off helps make the treats crispier and crunchier.
(All recipes compiled from Bullwrinkle.com)
Monday, January 19, 2009
My Otis
I have been watching my oldest dog Otis over the last few weeks more closely, and he has become more of a mama’s boy then ever. I think it is the fact that after Sandy died a year ago October, whom was here before him, he had his time to grieve as I did, and then time alone with mommy and then Marley came. It was about 6 months after Marley arrived that Marley’s brother arrived, all shy and looking so pitiful and lonely. So yes, Marley was a new pup that I held on my chest every night and snuggled with, Brock took some time to come around to me but if I had not spent some time alone with him he may still be shy, so poor Otis whom I love to death is feeling a bit left out.
He is so gentle and funny and the most devoted dog I have been adopted by. When we are outside he is either doing his business or right at my side. At times he will go and get his ball to play and we stay out for sometime just throwing the ball and I watching as he runs the yard playing keep away.
When it is time to go in I will call them all and say, “Inside.” The other two will run like the wind or as if there is a big juicy steak inside waiting for them, but Otis, no way, he stands beside me until I take my first step towards the door and then he will begin his decent inside. If I stop, even just get two steps behind him, he stops as well and looks back to see what happened to me.
What a comfort to know that when life gets me down and I have a bad day, my Otis is right there to lick my face, give me a shake, and kiss my cheek as if to say, “it’s okay mommy, you are home now with me and I love you, so please smile for me.” How could I not when he is staring at me with his big brown eyes and goofy grin.
He is so gentle and funny and the most devoted dog I have been adopted by. When we are outside he is either doing his business or right at my side. At times he will go and get his ball to play and we stay out for sometime just throwing the ball and I watching as he runs the yard playing keep away.
When it is time to go in I will call them all and say, “Inside.” The other two will run like the wind or as if there is a big juicy steak inside waiting for them, but Otis, no way, he stands beside me until I take my first step towards the door and then he will begin his decent inside. If I stop, even just get two steps behind him, he stops as well and looks back to see what happened to me.
What a comfort to know that when life gets me down and I have a bad day, my Otis is right there to lick my face, give me a shake, and kiss my cheek as if to say, “it’s okay mommy, you are home now with me and I love you, so please smile for me.” How could I not when he is staring at me with his big brown eyes and goofy grin.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The weekend
Wow what a week, seem like it took double the time for Saturday to get around again. It is strange and sad really that when we get older how much we wish our life away longing for the days to fly by so the weekend is back. Although I partied quite a bit in my younger years I never remember dreading the work week and wishing it was the weekend; do you think it is because when we are younger we are more happy and free; that we made the most of everyday and the weekend was just a bonus? I also think I has to do with having less stress and commitments back then, it was a time when work was not just an essential (still had to pay the rent and eat) but it was more fun. I choose positions that I liked more than I needed and most everyone was my friend, someone I hung out with on the weekends so it was no big deal to be working during the week as I was still with my “buddies”.
Also those first jobs were not as, dare I say, final. They were positions I was working in to work my way up the corporate ladder, so most were fun and exciting because they were new and offered challenges. Now that I am in the position I worked so hard all my life to get, it feels like there is nothing to look forward to and the excitement has run out. It has lost the appeal of a new beginning, a way to feel important, a challenge to make it to the top; it suddenly becomes a job. I place I must go everyday, knowing it will provide a paycheck to cover the commitments such as food, shelter, and transportation. The thrill has gone and in this current economy crisis I should be grateful just to have a good job, so I work harder, stress more, and pray the downsizing doesn’t effect my position. But somewhere in the back of my mind I long for the old days, when if you were young and new to the position you got plenty of praises from management, possibly a raise every six months, you were full of energy and the “let’s go get um” attitude that was your fuel to the top.
So here I sit as close to the top as I want to be, and although I don’t feel the thrill anymore, or have the energy as I once did, I am competent and content, get very few compliments or praises from my superior, but do my work as best I can every day…and oh yea, I am always patiently waiting for the weekend to arrive.
Also those first jobs were not as, dare I say, final. They were positions I was working in to work my way up the corporate ladder, so most were fun and exciting because they were new and offered challenges. Now that I am in the position I worked so hard all my life to get, it feels like there is nothing to look forward to and the excitement has run out. It has lost the appeal of a new beginning, a way to feel important, a challenge to make it to the top; it suddenly becomes a job. I place I must go everyday, knowing it will provide a paycheck to cover the commitments such as food, shelter, and transportation. The thrill has gone and in this current economy crisis I should be grateful just to have a good job, so I work harder, stress more, and pray the downsizing doesn’t effect my position. But somewhere in the back of my mind I long for the old days, when if you were young and new to the position you got plenty of praises from management, possibly a raise every six months, you were full of energy and the “let’s go get um” attitude that was your fuel to the top.
So here I sit as close to the top as I want to be, and although I don’t feel the thrill anymore, or have the energy as I once did, I am competent and content, get very few compliments or praises from my superior, but do my work as best I can every day…and oh yea, I am always patiently waiting for the weekend to arrive.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Age verses Youth - Enjoy the story
One day the old German Shepherd starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.
The old German Shepherd thinks, 'Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!' Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap, the old German Shepherd exclaims loudly, 'Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder, if there are any more around here?'
Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. 'Whew!' says the leopard, 'That was close! That old German Shepherd nearly had me!'
Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So, off he goes, but the old German Shepherd sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up.
The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.
The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, 'Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!
Now, the old German Shepherd sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, 'What am I going to do now?', but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old German Shepherd says...
'Where's that monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!
Moral of this story...
Don't mess with the old dogs... age and skill will always overcome youth and treachery! BS and brilliance only come with age and experience.
The old German Shepherd thinks, 'Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!' Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap, the old German Shepherd exclaims loudly, 'Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder, if there are any more around here?'
Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. 'Whew!' says the leopard, 'That was close! That old German Shepherd nearly had me!'
Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So, off he goes, but the old German Shepherd sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up.
The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.
The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, 'Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!
Now, the old German Shepherd sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, 'What am I going to do now?', but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old German Shepherd says...
'Where's that monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!
Moral of this story...
Don't mess with the old dogs... age and skill will always overcome youth and treachery! BS and brilliance only come with age and experience.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Get Packing!
Hello everyone, I know I have been gone for about a week but I have been busy buying a new home! Yes, we made the plunge and our offer was accepted on Wednesday and we signed paperwork yesterday. Now the huge black cloud over our heads is getting our current home sold. I just needed to be close to family and I did not want to risk losing the new house, so we bought before we sold. Things here are not as bad as some parts of the country, so I think we will be okay.
1st. order of business at the new home (we close 2-12) will be to put up a fence for the three dogs. They have had run of our current home in the back yard and with Brock still so shy it is critical this is done immediately.
So Now with my back pain reemerging daily and getting worse by the week, I have to keep this current house impeccable for showings and pack and entire three bedroom home. Hubby will of course be helping, but we all know it is the woman of the house that packs and unpacks the man moves it all.
So off I go to do some cleaning and please wish us luck in selling our current home quickly!
1st. order of business at the new home (we close 2-12) will be to put up a fence for the three dogs. They have had run of our current home in the back yard and with Brock still so shy it is critical this is done immediately.
So Now with my back pain reemerging daily and getting worse by the week, I have to keep this current house impeccable for showings and pack and entire three bedroom home. Hubby will of course be helping, but we all know it is the woman of the house that packs and unpacks the man moves it all.
So off I go to do some cleaning and please wish us luck in selling our current home quickly!
Saturday, January 3, 2009
New Home?
You will have to read yesterday’s post to know completely what I am talking about; I was talking to hubby on his way home from work last night and I told him I had been cleaning house all day and he said, “why are you moving?” and I jokingly said “yes.” Then he took me by surprise and he started talking about the new house and what we need to do to get out of the old one and into the new one. OMG decision has been made in less than 24 hours! Ralph is coming over tomorrow and we will draw up the contract for the offer on the new home with a contingency that we sell our current home.
I am so excited! I will be cleaning out closets and cupboards for the next couple days but it will be worth all my time and effort; we are hopeful to be moving across the street from family in the very near future. Now that is a real Happy New Year for all of us.
I am so excited! I will be cleaning out closets and cupboards for the next couple days but it will be worth all my time and effort; we are hopeful to be moving across the street from family in the very near future. Now that is a real Happy New Year for all of us.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Home
Hubby and I moved from the Northeast back in 2000 to SC; we had the home we are living in now built four years ago, since then we have added a sunroom and many other extras including landscaping, lots of landscaping. The yard has a privacy fence for the three “kids” and we have three bedrooms on one floor for just the kids and us and we always get compliments on how lovely our home is, and it is lovely...so why then am I looking at other homes for sale?
Well, hubby and I are both from divorces and what little family we have left are up North and one lives here near by, but we don’t see her much anymore, we love her, but she has become a lady of her home. Okay so in 2001 hubby met this great Italian family and ever since we have been included in all family matters, birthdays, holidays, picnics, weddings, you name it and we are there…their children even call us Uncle Snoopy and Aunt C. having them has changed our lives in many ways, in some ways it depresses hubby since his daughters hardly speak to him since the divorce (parent alienation) and yet when the middle one here (from our adopted family) called him from her new cell phone a week ago hubby was grinning from ear to ear and left the conversation with I love you. About brought tears to my eyes, he is a wonderful man, husband, and father, and yet we had two miscarriages so we are together childless.
There is a home for sale across the street from part of this amazing family and I truly love the home and as they say location, location, location. How much better could it be, family across the street! Three loving children, my two best friends (one being the mom of these great kids and the other their “true” aunt who lives in an apartment downstairs in their home), and the man of the house is great as well and he and Lennie get along so well. Okay so the housing market is not so good right now, so selling our home might be a challenge, but as it turns out the man of the house where I am considering moving is in real estate.
Hubby has done so much with our current home, and it does have features we like a lot, hubby’s garage is a shrine to our two corvettes, the sunroom is great when it is raining outside as the dogs come in the sunroom get cleaned up and then come in the house, so why can’t we have this at the new home and have the family as well? The new home not only would we be close to family it is even closer to both our jobs! I come home each day at lunch to let the "kids" out, but I would have someone that could do this for me a couple days a week and save me running back and forth which in turns saves on gas as well.
I guess that is the question of the day...move or stay? Can we move? Will our home sell for what we need it to sell at in time to purchase the other home? So much to think about and yet little time to think...as someone might grab that house in the meantime. I guess we will see what happens and if hubby is still talking about it this weekend. I LOVE the idea of being so close to family and I am sure that although I was happy in my current home when I went out to “family’s” home for New Year’s dinner and then walked across the street and saw the beautiful home for sale...now I have desires to move and yet I am afraid if it sells I will may fall back into depression. Crazy way to start the New Year, but I being Italian miss dearly the days when I was a child at my grandparents house in the Catskills and twenty people sat down to Sunday dinner each week....to have that again is like a miracle and a dream come true.
Well, hubby and I are both from divorces and what little family we have left are up North and one lives here near by, but we don’t see her much anymore, we love her, but she has become a lady of her home. Okay so in 2001 hubby met this great Italian family and ever since we have been included in all family matters, birthdays, holidays, picnics, weddings, you name it and we are there…their children even call us Uncle Snoopy and Aunt C. having them has changed our lives in many ways, in some ways it depresses hubby since his daughters hardly speak to him since the divorce (parent alienation) and yet when the middle one here (from our adopted family) called him from her new cell phone a week ago hubby was grinning from ear to ear and left the conversation with I love you. About brought tears to my eyes, he is a wonderful man, husband, and father, and yet we had two miscarriages so we are together childless.
There is a home for sale across the street from part of this amazing family and I truly love the home and as they say location, location, location. How much better could it be, family across the street! Three loving children, my two best friends (one being the mom of these great kids and the other their “true” aunt who lives in an apartment downstairs in their home), and the man of the house is great as well and he and Lennie get along so well. Okay so the housing market is not so good right now, so selling our home might be a challenge, but as it turns out the man of the house where I am considering moving is in real estate.
Hubby has done so much with our current home, and it does have features we like a lot, hubby’s garage is a shrine to our two corvettes, the sunroom is great when it is raining outside as the dogs come in the sunroom get cleaned up and then come in the house, so why can’t we have this at the new home and have the family as well? The new home not only would we be close to family it is even closer to both our jobs! I come home each day at lunch to let the "kids" out, but I would have someone that could do this for me a couple days a week and save me running back and forth which in turns saves on gas as well.
I guess that is the question of the day...move or stay? Can we move? Will our home sell for what we need it to sell at in time to purchase the other home? So much to think about and yet little time to think...as someone might grab that house in the meantime. I guess we will see what happens and if hubby is still talking about it this weekend. I LOVE the idea of being so close to family and I am sure that although I was happy in my current home when I went out to “family’s” home for New Year’s dinner and then walked across the street and saw the beautiful home for sale...now I have desires to move and yet I am afraid if it sells I will may fall back into depression. Crazy way to start the New Year, but I being Italian miss dearly the days when I was a child at my grandparents house in the Catskills and twenty people sat down to Sunday dinner each week....to have that again is like a miracle and a dream come true.
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