Stepping Out of My Box

OK, Since the river jumping incident I decided I needed to know for sure if my pupperoni could swim. I know, call me an over protective "Mom" but it will just set my mind at ease to know that he can swim or at least hold his own in the water. After all he is just a small pup. Maxx had more going for him. He was a black lab and was 77 lbs. Davinci is Cairn Terrier/Shit Zu/Lhasa Ahas/toy poodle mix and only 19 lbs.

I took him to Winter Green Park. The water was actually warm and there was swarms of people out. He was excited to be there (Surprise Surprise) but it took a little coxing to get him into the water at least water that was deep enough for him to swim in. I'm not sure if it was the sound of the rushing water but he seemed weary of getting into the water. I didn't wear my swim suit so I couldn't take him into the deep waters where I could swim and wade in. I was only up into my thighs (which I ended up getting my jean shorts wet anyway).

I didn't stay too long he looked like he had about enough of the swimming. Heading on the way out there was another dog there that caught Davinci's eye. Suddenly he loves being in the water! LOL

We came home for a bit to relax and take a nap. It was still early and I didn't want to just stay in the house so I thought maybe the waters up at Caroga Lake would be calmer for him. So up the mountain he went. It was a decent day, but of course in Caroga the temp is a tad bit cooler. It was the perfect time to go there. Since it was around 4:30 in the afternoon most people were packing it up from the lake and heading back home. I thought the perfect spot would be at Sherman's Park (http://carogalake.com/images/activitiesImages/shermansParkAlbum/shermans-park-images.html)

The water was cooler than at winter green park so we didn't stay in as long but I sat along the bank of the water as Davinci played in the grass and that is when we had our first run in. From nowhere this guy appeared. He was friendly and just said a few words in passing. He said he has never been back there before and how he liked it, it was really beautiful. I agreed and that was that. He went about his way and I took Davinci around the grounds. We headed to the other side of the park by the beach. I love the feel of the sand between my toes and the sun glistening off the water.

Davinci was playing in the sand when I saw him walking over our way. It was that guy again. I'm not sure how it all started but I'm sure it had to evolve around my dog. But we got into a really good conversation. I found out he was originally from Detroit, moved to FL. A few years ago he lived up our way for a while working as the manager for the "Funny Farm" comedy club in Gloversville. He was in the Marines, does some DJ'ing and just recently broke up with his GF in FL which is why he finds himself in Caraoga Lake. He said he needed to get away from the situation and liked it up here. He has a few friends around the area so he headed here. He is staying in his trailer/camper and plans to stay for the summer at least September or October. We exchanged a few stories about ourselves before we even exchanged our names. We must have talked for about an hour and a half. Seems like we had a few similarities in our lives with relationships and how we feel about certain things. Before we made our separate ways he invited me to come up and hang out any time. When I told him I don't usually come up there often he told me now I have a reason to. Then he told me where I could find him and said that he will be very upset if I come up and don't stop to see him.

He thanked me for helping him waste the time away and said that Davinci was also welcome to join me when I come up again his place is dog friendly!

Im usually a shy person so for me to meet new people on my own without introductions from other friends is difficult. I stepped out of the box and made a new friend.

A Jump in the River

I got Davinci when he was only 9 weeks old and it was the beginning of January 2009.
I know a horrible time to get a new puppy. It wasn't easy potty training because I didn't want to go outside in the freezing cold weather so what would make me think a tiny 4 lb puppy would want to.

But we managed to get through the rough weather but since it was middle of winter there was no way of me knowing whether or not this dog could swim. Maxx was a black lab so it was in his blood to swim and enjoy the water.

Now that the nicer weather has arrived I've been curious to know if this pooch of mine is a swimmer. It would be nice on outings to the lake or swimming in the pool for the both of us.
Memorial Day Weekend we happened to be down by the marina and walked out on the dock by the boat launch. Looking out at the murky waters of the Mohawk River, he gave me no sign that he was about to do the unthinkable.

Davinci looked out at the waters (Still attached to his leash) and without warning he jumped right into the river!!!

I freaked, only because at this time I had no clue if he could swim. I saw him go under at least once. I want to say it was twice but now I'm not 100% sure because like I said I was freaking. All I could think was that he was only a small puppy and that either he will drown going under the dock or be swept out into the river.

When I reached down I grabbed him by his collar and pulled him back up onto the docks.

The little shit acted like nothing happened at all. He shook off and wanted to head back to land with the same smile and bound to his step prior to him jumping in the first place.

What's Going On?

Where to start...... A lot is happening but at the same time not much is going on.

I know that doesn't make sense. How can things being happening but yet nothing going on.

Let me explain. In the past month or two I've been dealing with tyring to get my car fixed up. First it was the Filler neck to my fuel tank, then I find out my fuel filter was leaking gas. Along with that I had to replace my break and rotors. I still have to get my muffler and exhaust fixed.
So there was a big chunk of change I had to pay for my car to get fixed and I'm still not finished. I also have to get my bike inspected, oil changed and my forks fixed so I can ride that this summer to help save on the wear and tear of my car plus save on gas.

Davinci has been keeping me busy and preoccupied. Definitely like having a child. Constant taking care of and nurturing.

Now this week is Springfest in St Johnsville. Normally it's no big deal to me and it still isn't but I've decided to clean house and try to get rid of some things while making some money. So I'm having a porch sale. Tonight I have to get more stuff together and priced. I hope most of is sells! If not when we have the village trash day pick up it is all going!

I've started to go step aerobics classes every Monday and Tuesday nights. So that takes care of two nights right there. By the time I get home, take care of Davinci, shower then relax I'm out like a light by 8-9 pm.

With the nicer weather approaching I've started to get some yard work done, slowly but surely.

So I've been busy with little things in my every day life.

As for the nothing going on part -- I haven't went anywhere or done anything worth reporting about. No trips, no vacations nothing except for the Music as a Weapons concert tour I been to the other week in Glens Falls.

I just don't feel like going out. I guess I'm going through one of those phases. It happens. I guess I can say I'm at a different stage of my life now. I don't want to deal with the drama and chaos of all the crap that is out there. I'm happy just to stay home and relax. Enjoy the fruits of my labor at home. Go shopping when I can. Play with my puppy and just hang out at home.

I'm comfortable and happy there.

I wouldn't mind traveling a bit if I had the money. I'd love to go back to the ocean yet again.
Hell I would move there if I could!

Whats Up Doc?

Howdy Peeps!

I know I've said this before and I re-iterate "Im Sorry" for not writing and keeping you all informed.

I hate the winter and it makes me feel blah.

So now I have to catch you up on all that has been happening.

I believe the last I write my dearest Maxwell, of 14 years, unsuspectingly passed away.

I seemed to have muddled through the holidays without him but missed having him to take care of and love.

I started looking for a small breed puppy. My ideal was a Yorkshire terrier but everything one I found was so expensive and more than what I could afford or was willing to pay.

After a week or two of looking through want ads, and pennysavers and even craigs list I ran across an ad for designer puppies.

What the heck is a designer puppy???

Basically it is a mutt. In this case the mother was a cairn terrier/beagle mix and the father was a Shit-zu/Lhasa Apsa/toy poodle mix. will be between 15-20 lbs when grown.

I went up January 8th to look at them and I feel in love!

He had such a fuzzy face and was so playful.

His name is DaVinci. Born November 9th, 2008

He was just 9 weeks old in this picture. How could I resist!

So the house breaking began again. At first it was like hell. He never pooped int he house but he seems to piss everytime. I thought he would never get it. But then after a couple of weeks he was getting better and in about a months time he was pretty much housebroken.

Its been a at least two weeks since he has made a mistake in the house so Im keeping my fingers crossed. He is still just a pup. Now 4 months old.

I have more to tell but not the time so until next time.

Happy St Patricks Day!

It's So Hard to Say Good Bye

Yesterday I had to say goodbye to my oldest dearest friend and companion.

My dog, Maxx, of 14 good long years past away.

It came about rather quickly. I have to say I truly wasn't ready to say good bye.

He had been slightly ill the past few days. Throwing up here and there. I called the vet and they had told me not to feed him for 24 hours. IF after the 24 hours I feed him and he still throws up to call them back and bring him in.

So I did as instructed. When I fed him he seemed to have kept it down. But I noticed he had been straining when when he went tot he bathroom. Saturday morning i called the vet again and told them what was going on. They told me to give him some milk that should help with the constipation. If by Monday he wasn't doing better to call them back.

Saturday afternoon he was doing much better. Going to the bathroom. Not straining. But by evening I noticed he hadn't been eating much. Sunday he seemed fine. We went for a few walks and he seemed stiff. But it was really cold and because he has been sick I wasn't giving him his previcox to help with this arthritis.

By 8pm he seemed to have went down hill fast. He could barely walk. Floundering around struggling to get up on his feet, falling repeatedly. I made him comfortable on his pillow and layed next to him; petting him, hugging him, massaging his legs.

Around 2:30 am I her him trying to get up again floundering so I woke up and helped him stand.

It wasn't good and I knew I was going to be taking him to the vet.
He took a drink and I helped him back to his pillow.
An hour later I woke up to the sound of him floundering yet again. This time I smelled something. He has went bathroom on his pillow and was trying to get away. I told him it was already that I would clean it. I knew something was really wrong as I started to clean his mess up. I kissed him and petted him and told him I loved him and that I would get him help soon.

I jumped in the shower at 4am to get ready and have him ready by 7 am to head straight to the vet. While in the shower I lost it completely. Uncontrollable crying. I knew I was going to h ave to have him put down. I just couldn't stop crying. I was only in the shower for 15-20 minutes when I got out I went to check on him. I knew right away that he had passed on. He was laying there. He looked peaceful and calm. I lost it. I called for Paul. He jumped out of his bed and came right away. I sat on the floor holding Maxx, Petting him , Kissing his snout and crying.

My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces. We had been together for 14 years. HE has been by my side through thick and thin. He was there when I was sad and upset, hurt, happy. He loved me unconditionally no matter what. No matter how much I bitched at him or about him he still gave me all his love.

I feel so empty now, So lost.

I fell asleep on the couch for a bit last night and when I woke up my first thought was that I had to take Maxx out only to realize after that there was no Maxx.

I know I will get through this. As time goes on it will get easier and better. He will be forever in my heart and never forgotten.



Maxx - May 1994


Maxx - Dec 2008






Forever In My Heart

If you're thinking about Suicide..... Read This First

Is it really THAT bad?

We've ALL been there.

We've all had the thought running through out minds.

Being sick of it all, down, depressed, hating life, hating our own life, feeling so miserable that you just want to end it all.

I've been there myself a few times. But everyone is different.

The last thing you want to hear from someone is that "everything will be fine"

You are in the deepest darkest place right now and when they say that it means nothing.

Some may even get angry or upset with you. That is normal too. They aren't in the place where you are. They are afraid for you, for them. They just don't understand.

When I was younger death was something I just never had to deal with but as I grow older is seems more and more common. Accidents, Health, Age, and unfortunately suicide.

I may have been one of those who would have gotten angry and said it is a cop out. This will get better. I still feel that way. Because I know things DO get better. But I found this website and it opened my eyes a bit as to possibly where and why these people do what they do. And even though we may all have, at one point, had those suicidal feelings we still had a glimmer of hope somewhere in us to continue on and live.

I couldn't imagine feeling so desperate and hopeless that I didn't even have that sliver of a feeling of wanting to live. Having that question of do I really want to end my life? is it really that bad? Snuffed right out of me.

The reason why I have written this blog is because one of the pressmen from where I work killed himself Saturday. I didn't know him well at all. He had only been working there a few months. He was young, good looking, seemed to be nice. But that shows you that anyone can have these thoughts.


Please check out this site out

http://www.metanoia.org/suicide/


I hope this blog finds people really need it or could help someone who might need it. That alone makes me feel better.

Shhhh Im Hunting Rabbit!

I've had my two dwarf bunnies for about two months now.

So far they share the same cage. I'm not sure if they are the same sex or not. I've tried looking and I'm just not sure. I'm afraid I'll hurt them plus they get very impatient with me when I try to figure out what they are.

I don't blame them, I mean after all, I wouldn't like someone poking and prodding and starring at my genital area trying to figure out just what the hell I am.

Anyway, I either have to get another cage so they each have their own to give them more room or I need to buy or build another bigger cage for them to share. In the mean time every night when I get home from work I let them run about the house for a while to give them exercise and add a little excitement to their day. They do tend to get bored sitting in a cage all day (wouldn't you?)

They just love it. They bounce around chasing each other or the cat. They explore everything. I shut off certain rooms so I can keep an eye on them from time to time, making sure they don't get into trouble.

Normally their cage sits out in my kitchen on my dryer. But last night I decided to bring it in the other room and place it on the floor. I opened the door and let then out. Normally I put their harness and lead on. I do this because it is easier for me to catch them when I am ready to place them back in their cage. But again, tonight I just decided to let them roam free without any harness.

As I watched them first they hopped out. Jitter bug hopped back in the cage sniffed around then hopped back out. It was interesting because for a while they would hop around then go back to the cage. They were out for quiet some time last night. I sat down in front of the cage and just waited for them to come by. Jitterbug was the easier to catch. I would think he wouldn't be because when I first brought them home he was all antsy and jittery thus the name Jitterbug.

Now Velveteen was a tad bit more challenging. I had some of their timothy hay in a shoe box and when I shook the box it seemed to catch their attention and curiosity, which brought them over to see what I had to feed them. I had to be quicker with Velveteen but after a couple attempts I managed to get him back into the cage.

I decided to keep the cage on the floor for now.

The rest of the evening went quietly until 2am.

I suddenly heard this ruckus. Sounded like a chase of some sort. Lots of running back and fourth. At first I thought Salem (my cat) was playing. Then I thought maybe it had caught something. But what??? Then it dawned on me..... OH SHIT!!!

What if ........

I jumped up quickly and turned on the light. There was only one rabbit in the cage!

The door was still closed and hinged so how the hell did it get out!

For a brief second I had the stupidest thought run through my head (Hey I was half asleep) But I had a quick thought of Oh No Jitterbug ate Velveteen! LOL

It passed quickly.

Velveteen so no where to be seen. But Salem looked like she had just chased something across the room. I have this empty chest box sitting by the window. It has no back to it so I check inside and there was Velveteen.

I grabbed him and boy was he feisty!

I sat down in front of the cage to try and figure out how he managed to get out. They only way I could think was that he pushed the feeder out enough for him to slip out.

He is smaller than Jitterbug so it could be possible and since the cage was on the floor he was more daring.

Needless to say I put the cage back on top of my dryer.

quiet the eventful evening!

My Destiny Number is 7

I found this kind of cool and interesting so I am posting it for all of you to checkout.

The Numerology of Names
By: Amanda Coggin

There is a reason why you have your name and it’s not because it sounded classy in the gossip pages of the New York Post (which is where my mom found my name). Your birth name paired with numerology can enlighten you on what motivates you in life, what warrants your true expression, and the lasting impression you leave on others when you exit a room.

It started with Pythagoras, the Greek mathematician who invented the a2 + b2 = c2 Pythagorean Theorem, the only equation I remember from eleventh grade geometry. In 6th century BCE, Pythagoras combined mysticism with mathematics to construct a quotient about the future of one’s life. He coined it Pythagorean numerology and used numbers assigned to the letters in one’s full name (as well as using the numbers in one’s date of birth). The numerology determined what innate abilities one was given at birth to determine what might happen late in life, and it has become the source for modern numerology today.

How Numerology Works
When working with a name, numbers have corresponding letters. The numbers are added up and broken down into single digits in order to give you your final Destiny Number.


The Number Assignments
1= A, J, S
2= B, K, T
3= C, L, U
4= D, M, V
5= E, N, W
6= F, O, X
7= G, P, Y
8= H, Q, Z
9= I, R


How to Find Your Destiny Number

Write down your full name (first, middle, and last). This is the name you were given at birth—not your married name, etc.
Using the table above, write down the number matched to each letter in each name (i.e. AMANDA = 1, 4, 1, 5, 4, 1).

Add the numbers together for each name (i.e. 1+4+1+5+4+1= 16).
You will most likely get a double digit for each name; break down each double digit number you get by adding the first and second digit to get one number (i.e. from the 16 above, add together 1+6 to get 7, which is the number for my first name).


Add up the final numbers you get from each name (i.e. my middle name number is 8 and my last name number is 10, so 7+8+10 = 25).
Once again, break down any double-digit numbers into one digit to get your final Destiny Number (i.e. from the 25 above, add together 2+5 to get 7, which is my final Destiny Number).

In numerology, the basic vibrations are numbers 1 through 9, but the numbers 11 and 22 are master numbers and should not be reduced to a single digit since these are master vibrations.

There are plenty of books and Web sites that will give you a thorough analysis of your Destiny Number, but here’s a basic rundown on what your Destiny Number means for you:

1 is determined, autonomous, and self-reliant

2 is loyal, tactful, and analytical

3 is passionate, positive, and fun-loving

4 is sensible, traditional, and serious

5 is bold, temperamental, and sensual

6 is responsible, cautious, and domestic

7 is spiritual, unconventional, and somewhat reclusive

8 is money-oriented, assured, and authoritative

9 is versatile, compassionate, and worldly

11 is enlightened, deep, and high-strung

22 is ambitious, a global planner, and motivated



I looked further into my 7, and found this interpretation through About Numerology.

“A Destiny number of 7 means you will find fulfillment through teaching others. By pursuing an ongoing quest for knowledge and then sharing your findings with your fellow man ... be it through teaching, writing or some other means ... you will bring joy into your own life. By following your destiny, your life should be an interesting life, one full of the exploration of science, mysteries, the occult, or other fascinating fields.”

Unspoken

Our eyes met
There was a spark
No words spoken
Just a smile

Would we get to speak?
Get to Meet?
On this day, No

There will be another
A reassuring Nod
Another half crooked smile
As our lives parted
As the crowd gathered round
And swept us each our our separate way

Play on Words

Tammy, Rich, Rachel, Debbie and I were out on our three o'clock break we were soaking up the warmth and enjoying the rays of the afternoon sun.

It seemed to be a quiet afternoon, work wise, so there wasn't much going on.

Not sure how the discussion started but somehow it was mentioned about trading sec for carpentry. The guy Tammy has been seeing is a carpenter and has helped out a lot around the apartment building. As a matter of fact, he will be installing my new bathroom tub surround this weekend.

So I am assuming that it was said that Tammy would give sexual favors for Rob's handy work.

At which point I joined the conversation and mentioned that I "Got Off Easy" at which point everyone just lost it. Now you can see where every ones mind must have been this afternoon.

Rich just kind of looked over at me and I just smiled and said you have no clue (with a smirk on my face)

The conversation when on a bit when Tammy suddenly blurted out how Rob would be working on her " Back Door" at which time we ALL lost it AGAIN!

YES, Our Minds Were TOTALLY in the GUTTER!

You really just had to be there to get the full true effect of the conversation but it was one that kept up giggling as the play on words just keep popping back into our minds.

You just never know how or where our break conversations will lead us!