Is your next door neighbor a killer?

September 6, 2008 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

This guy is:

 

YOB: 1967
RACE: WHITE
GENDER: MALE
HEIGHT: 5′09”
WEIGHT: 205
EYE COLOR: BLUE
HAIR COLOR: BROWN
TATTOO/MEDIUM ANKLE/RTTATTOO/MEDIUM ARM/RTTATTOO/LARGE ARM/LFT
A.K.A. MERGEL,PAUL ROBERT SRA.K.A. MERGEL,PHANTOM MAN

Paul Mergel killed his mother. Her name was Mary Ann and she was my father’s sister. He seems to be getting away with matricide because my aunt’s body has never been found. I’ve been mentioning this situation every so often. I was hoping that the things that some cousins and I were doing would turn something up, if not the murderer himself. He’s now skipped town and no one knows where he is. He’s wanted in the state of Georgia so this should be the one place that he isn’t. That means that he’s probably closer to you than he is to me. For my aunt, for my father and his brothers and sisters, and for the family of the woman who died in the trailer fire (another murder he seems to have gotten away with) I’ve posted all the information that I could get my hands on.

To protect myself from a potential lawsuit, I call this all my opinion, but you will read nothing except verifiable facts on this blog. Those facts may convince some idiot that my cousin is innocent, but most thinking people would read the facts and conclude that Paul Mergel is a murderer.

After the way you all responded to the search for Rosie, it occurred to me that you guys might also help locate a killer by posting a link to this post. If he hasn’t done so already, he will most certainly kill again. He is absolutely armed and dangerous and living next door to someone out there. He has to have been seen somewhere. Email this to everyone you know, it doesn’t promise to grant you a wish and you won’t have bad luck if you don’t, but you might just be responsible for putting a murderer behind bars. If we circulate this post around enough, the man can’t possibly hide out for much longer.

Here is the link to this post:

http://mywordandwelcometoit.wordpress.com/2008/09/06/is-your-next-door-neighbor-a-killer/

Wouldn’t it be cool if we could catch a murderer and put him behind bars? I would LOVE it! We can do it with a few strokes of our little keyboards. Just remember, this guy is dangerous and has nothing to lose by killing anyone who might turn him in so if you DO see him, don’t confront his fat ass, just call your local police and let them handle it.

Here is a letter that my father wrote in answer to some claims made by someone pretending to be Paul’s son. It pretty much explains a few of the reasons that we suspect Paul of killing his own mother:

YOU CLAIM THAT THE POLICE SEARCHED YOUR HOUSE AND YARD AND FOUND NOTHING. I SPOKE TO THE POLICE AND THEY SHOWED ME THE NUMEROUS WEAPONS THAT THEY FOUND AND ADDITIONAL WEAPONS THAT PAUL PAWNED IN THE NEXT COUNTY. (BY WEAPONS, I MEAN ILLEGAL RIFLES) I ALSO SAW YOUR YARD AND SAW LITERALLY HUNDREDS OF SHELLS FROM A VARIETY OF GUNS. BUT THEN, MAYBE I SHOULD BELIEVE YOU AND NOT MY LYING EYES. I SPOKE TO THE POLICE IN NEW JERSEY WHO ARE INVESTIGATING A PREVIOUS MYSTERIOUS DEATH THAT INVOLVED DEAR OLD DAD.
IT SEEMS THAT HIS GIRLFRIEND WAS GETTING TO BE A BOTHER TO HIM AND SHE FOUND HERSELF DEAD IN DAD’S TRAILER. IT IS SURPRISING TO HEAR YOU DEFEND YOUR DAD. YOUR GRANDMOTHER WAS THE ONLY PERSON WHO EVER PROVIDED A HOME FOR YOU. IT IS MY UNDERSTANDING THAT YOUR MOTHER WAS CONVICTED OF SOME DRUG OFFENSE OR ANOTHER AND THE STATE CHOSE TO PUT YOU IN A FOSTER HOME RATHER THAN LET HER HAVE CUSTODY.
BUT, BACK TO DEAR OLD DAD. IF THE POLICE FOUND NOTHING, WHY WAS YOUR DAD ARRESTED, TRIED AND CONVICTED OF OFFENSES THAT LEFT HIM IN PRISON FOR SEVERAL YEARS?
IF HE WAS NOT INVOLVED IN GRANDMOTHER’S DISAPPEARANCE, WHY DID HE TELL HER RELATIVES AND FRIENDS THAT SHE GAVE HIM HER HOUSE, HER CAR AND HER CHARGE CARDS AND WENT TO CALIFORNIA?HOW DID YOU WIND UP WITH GRANDMAS CELL PHONE? HOW COME THERE WERE $10,000 IN STRANGE CHARGES ON HER CREDIT CARDS SHORTLY AFTER SHE “LEFT”?
HOW COME A MAN, LATER IDENTIFIED AS YOUR DAD, WAS SEEN CASHING ALLEGEDLY FORGED CHECKS ON GRANDMAS ACOUNT?IF DADDY REALLY WANTS TO CLAIM INNOCENCE, I AM SURE THT HE WILL BE WILLING TO COOPERATE WITH THE PERSON APPOINTED BY THE COURT TO HANDLE YOUR GRANDMOTHER’S AFFAIRS.
HOW COME IT HAS BEEN ALLEGED THAT FRIENDS OF YOUR FATHER WERE ALLOWED TO GO INTO THE HOUSE AND REMOVE ALL OF THE VALUABLE ITEMS THAT YOUR GRANDMOTHER OWNED? THEY EVEN DISCONNECTED AND STOLE THE WASHER AND DRYER! YOU SAY THAT YOUR FATHER “RAISED YOU BETTER”. YOUR FATHER DID NOT RAISE YOU. YOUR GRANDMOTHER RAISED YOU. SHE WAS THE ONLY PERSON WHO EVER PROVIDED YOU WITH A HOME AND CLOTHES AND 3 MEALS A DAY. FATHER WAS TOO BUSY COLLECTING GUNS AND A CRIMINAL RECORD. NOW, YOUR GRANDMOTHER IS DEAD AND YOU DON’T SEEM TO CARE. DON’T HOLD YOUR BREATH WAITING FOR AN INVITATION TO THE NEXT FAMILY REUNION!

My father deserves to have his questions answered as do all of his other siblings. I have 2 other aunts, 2 uncles and a slew of in-laws, cousins and friends who all knew Mary Ann. Here are a couple of comments by 2 of them:

I’ve known Maryann Mergel for 20some odd years! She was one of my mothers best friends….Maryann would NEVER just go on some trip, or move away from her grandchildren!! They were her life, thats the only reason she moved to Georgia in the first place! She was murdered! Wake up and open your eyes people….there is a serious pattern here and the police need to dig deeper, it’s not just about forgery or guns!! She was murdered and her grandchildren need to know who cared for them through thick and thin cause it certainly wasn’t their mom or dad!!!!!

And:

There is little doubt that Paul Mergel was, in some way, involved in his mother’s disappearance. Whether it was in a fit of rage or drug addled pandering, he knows what happened to his mother.Regarding the NJ incident…Funny how he just happened to sleep at his mothers the night the trailer that his mother paid for him to live in, caught fire which burned his girlfriend to bits inside.Although the evidence may be circumstantial, the truth is quite clear. Paul Mergel is responsible for the death of his own mother and has a deadly way of ending relationships…beware all who know this cold blooded killer. (Including his children.)

Here are some links to other posts that I’ve written regarding the cold blooded killer, if you are curious about this murderer amongst us:

http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/2005/04/meg_111282780355661025.html

http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-meg_30.html

http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-100-my-opinion.html

http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-father-read-comment.html

http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-post-is-100-my-own-opinion-meg.html

http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-found-article.html

Thanks for caring.

 

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TODAY’S MEWS…Stewie jailed

September 5, 2008 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , , , , ,

                                              "He got what he deserved"

It seems as though the rumors are true, Stewie the Cat has been sentenced to an indeterminate period of time behind bars for harassing his much older brother.

The older cat, McFly, couldn’t speak about the abuse but he was seen sitting on his master’s lap and shaking early this morning. When asked if he was OK, the obviously shaken feline just buried his head in his master’s right boob.

It was the master who witnessed the crimes being committed against McFly. Apparently Stewie was under the impression that he could make a speedy escape and then go into hiding again. The stealthy black and white cat has a history of hiding in small places, high or low, and he can stay in his hide-out for hours and hours. Reached for comment at her Marietta home, Master Annie said, “That sucker is a genius when it comes to hiding.”

But as fast and as slinky as Stewie is, he is no match for a mammal with opposable thumbs. After he had committed 3 previous acts of random violence against the much older, much fatter McFly within one hour, the master began to slowly shut off any possible escape routes through which Stewie might flee.

By the time he committed his 4rth crime, the fiesty feline with a long rap sheet ran to the living room and tried to run down the hallway from there. He found a closed door. Then, Stewie rapidly tried to exit through the door to the laundry room, but once again, he found a closed door.

Attempting to backtrack through the kitchen was his final mistake. As master had predicted, Stewie tried to run through the kitchen when he couldn’t get out of the living room. While he was running from closed door to closed door, master outsmarted the usually faster young cat by pulling a gate in front of the doorway to the kitchen. When he ran for the kitchen exit, he was cornered and then it was just a matter of picking up the crazed cat and tossing him in jail.

Master Annie made a citizen’s arrest on the scene and quickly adjudicated the case herself because if she had gotten the authorities involved, they would have used their authority and as Master Annie said, “Authority sucks.”

Stewie the Cat has had only one visitor since his capture and arrest. The Warden of the jail stated that Stewie was visited “by a huge, dangerous looking bull boxer, obviously strong enough to be the “muscle” for a crook like Stewie.” Asked why he let the bull boxer into the jail, the Warden said, “Would you say no to a dog that weighs more than you? It wasn’t worth the certain trouble of stopping the giant bull boxer when weighed against the potential threat created by allowing the dog in.” The bull boxer visited the cat without incident.

Reached for comment at his litter box office, Stewie’s attorney said, “I’ve spoken to Stewie and he isn’t happy at all. He said that the conditions in the jail are atrocious. He has nothing except an old blanket to sleep on, the floor is cold and hard, there is no carpeting in that jail! There are two napkins on the floor and Stewie can’t pick them up and throw them away because he has no trash can! He’s accompanied by an armed guard who carries Stewie IN arms to and from the litter box. It’s just so humiliating. He’s been given nothing but kibble and water to eat. There is no Fancy Feast served, nor are there any mid-morning Temptation treats. How is Stewie supposed to keep his teeth tartar free without his Temptations? You tell me, would you want your cat living under these conditions?”

When reminded of the victim in all of this, the attorney had no comment. Obviously, he can’t easily come up with a defense that would hold up in The Court of Paw. Judge Judy was rumored to have said, “He’s an idiot! He’s a bully and an idiot! If he were in my courtroom, I would lock him up and throw away the key.”

This is not the first arrest for Stewie. His master states that he’s been locked up a time or two in the past, but the genius of escape usually gets away and goes into hiding. It was during a recent similar attack that Master Annie came up with her plan.

“I said to myself, this has GOT to stop! There has to be something that can be done about these unprovoked onslaughts. I have opposable thumbs, I can beat this stupid animal!”

And with the opposable thumbs of a primate, beat him she did.

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Words from someone who knows Obama…himself

September 5, 2008 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , , , ,

RERUN:

Obama says,

“I’ve now been in 57 states — I think one left to go.”

Which state is that? Guam?

“In case you missed it, this week, there was a tragedy in Kansas. Ten thousand people died — an entire town destroyed.”

He was only off by 9,988.

“I had a uncle who was one of the, who was part of the first American troops to go into Auschwitz and liberate the concentration camps,”

LOLOLOLOL…The WASHINGTON POST published that comment. How many idiots had to clear it before it was put into print?

“The point I was making was not that Grandmother harbors any racial animosity. She doesn’t. But she is a typical white person…”

Yeah dude, I know the stereotype.

“…That’s silly talk… Talk to my wife. She’ll tell me I need to learn to just put my socks on the hamper…”

Do you have any plans for your next trick? How long have you been working on this one?

“…Iran, Cuba, Venezuela—these countries are tiny compared to the Soviet Union. They don’t pose a serious threat to us the way the Soviet Union posed a threat to us. And yet we were willing to talk to the Soviet Union at the time when they were saying, ‘We’re going to wipe you off the planet…”

That’s the problem with the young people. They don’t remember the Cuban Missile Crisis. And perhaps he wasn’t there the day they discussed The Cold War in school.

“In our age there is no such thing as ‘keeping out of politics.’ All issues are political issues, and politics itself is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred, and schizophrenia.”

Well all I have to say to that is YIKES!

 

“Hillary wants to mandate universal health care coverage but she is not garnishing peoples’ wages to make sure they have it!”

Oh goody. Maybe Obama can garnish my wages to pay for therapy. After all:

“…You go into these small towns in Pennsylvania and, like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothing’s replaced them. And they fell through the Clinton administration, and the Bush administration, and each successive administration has said that somehow these communities are going to regenerate and they have not…”

Yeah, I bet he’s right about the administration that succeeds Bush. I’m glad to hear they put Pennsylvania back.

“…We have real enemies in the world. These enemies must be found. They must be pursued and they must be defeated…”

Well, I’m inspired, where do I sign up to fight for that General? I like the way he thinks.

“…On this Memorial Day, as our nation honors its unbroken line of fallen heroes — and I see many of them in the audience here today — our sense of patriotism is particularly strong…”

Maybe the they just want you to help them. I would think that you could use the votes.

“And of course they’re bitter. Of course they’re frustrated,” Obama told supporters. “You would be too — in fact many of you are, because the same thing has happened here in Indiana. … Nobody is thinking about you…it’s not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations…”

Don’t hold back Obie…tell us what you really think of us. Antipathy to those not like them? Is that…racism? Did Obama just call me racist?

“…If you’re walking down the right path and you’re willing to keep walking, eventually you’ll make progress…”

Then why have I been walking in a straight line for an hour and yet I’m still at the same spot from which I began. I guess “I’ll just keep walking”.

 

“We cannot solve the problems of America if every time somebody somewhere says something stupid that we all get up in arms and we forget about the war in Iraq or we forget about the economy. … I don’t want that kind of politics. I want the kind of politics that gets stuff done.”

Excuse me…WTF!?!?!

“Pot had helped, and booze; maybe a little blow when you could afford it. Not smack, though,”

Hell no…smack is whack.

“…I cannot swallow whole the view of Lincoln as the Great Emancipator…”

Sure you can, kick it back with a shot of bourbon and a doobie.

“…I’ve got two daughters. 9 years old and 6 years old. I am going to teach them first of all about values and morals. But if they make a mistake, I don’t want them punished with a baby…”

I was “punished” with three children. I’m just not quite sure what I did to deserve them. Ooh, what did YOU do to deserve YOUR kids? Enquiring minds want to know.

“…Huh. It works. It makes sense.”

Huh. Uh uh (she said as she shook her head from left to right to signal, “NOOOOO! It doesn’t. It really, really doesn’t.)

“…This budget tells our veterans that if they want increased funding for the VA they’ll have to pay for it themselves…”

For some reason, that comment made me laugh out loud. I can’t even verbalize why. It just did.

“…Issues are never simple. One thing I’m proud of is that very rarely will you hear me simplify the issues…”

Oh no…God forbid.

“John Kerry believes in an America where hard work is rewarded.”

That BASTARD!

“Come on! I just answered, like, eight questions.”

I think you were like, serious about the John Kerry comment.

“…My pastor did say, my former pastor, said some very objectionable things when I was not in church on those particular days…”

But what I respectfully query…DO YOU BELIEVE THAT THE UNITED STATES ACTUALLY INFECTED THE AFRICAN AMERICAN COMMUNITY with HIV??? Sir? I don’t HEAR you!!!!!

“My parents…would give me an African name, Barack, or blessed, believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success.”

Maybe they were pulling a Johnny Cash, Barrack Hussein.

 

“…The fact that my 15 minutes of fame has extended a little longer than 15 minutes is somewhat surprising to me and completely baffling to my wife…”

Uh…where do I begin?

“..We need to internalize this idea of excellence. Not many folks spend a lot of time trying to be excellent…”

And life is like a box of chocolates.

“…We worship an awesome God in the Blue States, and we don’t like federal agents poking around our libraries in the Red States. We coach Little League in the Blue States and have gay friends in the Red States…”

BWAHAHAHAHA!!!

 

“…When we think of the major threats to our national security, the first to come to mind are nuclear proliferation, rogue states and global terrorism. But another kind of threat lurks beyond our shores, one from nature, not humans - an avian flu pandemic…”

I have to give it to him, nukes, Iran and terrorism DO come to mind when I think of threats.

“…You know, my faith is one that admits some doubt…”

Not mine. You duuuuumb, ain’t NOOOOO doubt.

“When people tell me they’ve all stressed about racial discord, well, you know, try slavery for a while.”

Tell us more slave dude!

“…I would like somebody who knows about a bunch of stuff that I’m not as expert on…”

Me too. They call those guys presidents.

 

 

When Senator Clinton brags ‘I’ve met leaders from eighty countries’–I know what those trips are like! I’ve been on them. You go from the airport to the embassy. There’s a group of children who do a native dance.

Did they have bones in their noses?

“…I traveled to Pakistan when I was in college–I knew what Sunni and Shia was [sic] before I joined the Senate Foreign relations committee…”

Did you take a course in economics too? I sure as hell hope so.

“…one of the obvious high priorities in my talks with President Hugo Chavez would be the fermentation of anti-American sentiment in Latin America…”

Salud!

And finally, one last Obama-ism:

“Why can’t I just eat my waffle?”

I want you to know that I avoided the temptation of tagging this post with a list of stupid things Barrack Obama says, gaffes and other ramblings of a Presidential candidate.

Additional quotes that I found at TheFreeRepublic.com…

“I’m putting you on notice. I’m very sensitive to jokes about my ears.”

Great…now the Chinese know his button.

“Hold on a second, Sweetie.”

I will snookie ookums!

“…We cant keep our homes on 72 at all times & just expect that other countries are going to say OK…”

Can we stay up late on school nights? Check with Zimbabwe and get back to me.

“I just don’t want to be involved in a political stunt,”

Now he tells me.

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I want my weed back!

September 4, 2008 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

In the great state of Ohio, a county sheriff has taken to billing the federal government for the illegal aliens that he busts and therefore must prosecute and detain. On one hand, that makes sense; the government fails to do it’s job of defending the borders and as a result, Barney Fife has to lock up every illegal alien in the county. He thinks the feds should foot the bill and who am I to disagree? My usual reaction to such a problem would be…whatever.

But, it occurred to me that these illegal aliens are being busted, prosecuted and detained for the same reason FAR too many people are being busted, prosecuted and detained…the vile, malevolent and wicked weed…marijuana. African Americans, European Americans, Asian Americans and the entire politically correct assemblage of min/maj-orties (My own little word that politically correctly refers to ALL peoples in their proper min/maj-ority status, whatever that may be at any one given time. It implies neither positive nor negative connotations and it should offend no one. As everyone is either a minority or majority of any given group, you could technically swing back and forth between minority status and majority status. So, you see, this term is non-restrictive and therefore, very DE-scriptive.) The one thing, and the ONLY thing that these people have in common other than their crimes, it is that they are all relatively poor. Rich people don’t go to prison for possession. But some would rather see us bicker among racial lines because it’s just easier and it takes the heat off of the real problem…that of holding down…not the black man…not the Hispanic man…not even the white man…nowadays the offensive group is people of limited means. Also the group of limited education as well, these people are easily manipulated into a frame of thinking that revolves around blaming another group for it’s own problems. As long as they continue to bicker amongst themselves, whatever the ethnicity…they will continue to be “put down” because there is no one to organize them and organization is the only way to wield power in this society…just ask the women.

Anyway, far too many people are locked up for smoking a bit of the wacky tobacky while countless others imbibe on the equally wicked, yet legal to purchase, consume and abuse…alcohol. On my planet, this makes no sense. In this, the most enlightened society ever to walk upon YOUR planet…it is a crime to roll up even a medicinal doobie and this…I find dreadfully offensive.

In the 1980’s I worked on a cancer unit and we were participating in pharmaceutical trials involving Marinol, a pill form of some of the ingredients required to stimulate our endocannabinoids and therefore increase our appetite and curb nausea and other unpleasant symptoms. It worked to some extent, but nowhere near as well as plain, old fashioned marijuana worked for the people that I visited when I did hospice care. Those folk were dying and they didn’t mind telling you that they feel as well as they did because of their marijuana. Even if they COULD find a doctor to prescribe Marinol, there’s absolutely no guarantee that it will work for them and actually, chances are, it won’t.

I didn’t keep numbers, that wasn’t my job…but in my experience, nothing worked as well as marijuana for a majority of those patients. Then…along came Nancy and her ever so Marie Antoinette…“Just say no.” After a few generations of teenagers dabbling in drug use and dangerous drugs at an all time high…the best we can tell them is to “Just say no.” Damn…why didn’t my parents think of that?

Anyway, the pharmaceutical testing stopped toot sweet and has never come back. The political atmosphere is the only thing that’s changed in the years between now and the day that marijuana was first restricted in the west to keep the Mormon’s out of states. And today, marijuana is placed on the dreadful Schedule I narcotics listing. That means that it is “of no medicinal value.“ That’s crap and there are too many people who know that it’s crap for the crap to continue.

Certainly in California, there are many doctors who understand the benefits but apparently, some are abusing the privilege which is a shame but it’s also possible that the people really benefit from it and the government sets too high a standard for use, pardon the pun. Of course, I haven’t investigated the claims so I don’t know how true the assertions of abuse are. But I sure don’t see street crime on the rise over this. Every joint that someone gets from the pharmacy is one less joint that a drug dealer sells.

I had a pretty serious illness a couple of years ago and I totally lost my appetite. My husband left in the middle of it all and that certainly didn’t help my appetite. I was losing so much weight that I was frightened. I didn’t WANT to lose weight…I just couldn’t eat. I came across a friend who had “connections” and went right home and watched a little Gilligan’s Island until I felt like going to get a McDonald’s milk shake. After that…I went from about 90 pounds to over 110 and then I was able to eat on my own again. If I hadn’t run into that guy, I can honestly say that I might not be here. Who knows where that would have ended? So, as far as I’m concerned, the crap saved my life when nothing that the doctors were doing was helping.

But, if things had gone a tad awry…it’s possible that I could have gone to jail over that. Me, a middle aged grandmother who rarely leaves her home except to buy green peppers and moth balls. I spend my time tending to my spice garden and my fish…not wilding or engaging in rumbles. I harm no one that I should happen upon and the most pressure I place upon society is an occasional letter to the editor and yet I…this woman who has raised 3 decent children and is enjoying her grandchildren, could have ended up in jail by self medicating like I did.

According to the Bureau of Justice Statistics (a part of the Justice Department) over four fifths of all drug crime is for possession alone. When addressing marijuana, arrests for sale or manufacture of marijuana total a whopping 5% of all drug arrests for sale or manufacturing of illegal substances. Yet marijuana represents a whopping 39.2% of all possession arrests, with heroin AND cocaine combining for a total of 22% coming in a distant second. These numbers are all from the Justice Department’s own web site. Who are we arresting and what is the problem with marijuana?

I’ll scream if I hear one more nimrod exclaim, “Marijuana leads to harder drugs.” DUH. If you ask a bunch of drug addicts if they ever smoked weed, they’re gonna say yes. THEY’RE FREAKING DRUG ADDICTS! But if you ask a bunch of college students, that number will be high as well. Once again, pardon the pun. But if you ask everyone who has every smoked a joint if they went on to become street walkers and drug additcs, chances are most will say, “Nope.”

So, that argument is just a bad one and far too easy to dismiss. Where are the victims of this drug? Where are the bodies of strung out pot-heads, dead in the gutter with giant, suicidal sized blunts hanging out of their mouths? Where are all of the stoner sniper dudes…sitting atop bell towers, taking out one innocent person after another over some marijuana induced hallucination? Hell, prozac can do that and any one of us…particularly the less balanced of us, can obtain a prescription for that mind altering drug simply by complaining of some psychiatric disorder. That’s a frightening thought…isn’t it? The only people who even DO get the mind altering drugs legally are, by definition, are…how shall I say this…walking on a freshly waxed floor, mentally speaking. Yet they get all kinds of drugs legally just because some doctor who never smoked a joint or some politician who did but didn’t inhale…doesn’t understand the idea of a nice, mellow weed buzz and therefore, none of us can smoke any. But, that doctor and that politician can put back as many Buttery Nipples as they’d like to. Once again, on my planet, this makes no sense.

But, in Ohio, as with everywhere else, illegal aliens and…everyone else…are being incarcerated because of some silly political atmosphere that has never, ever existed in the history of man or weed. So, when the good Sheriff from Ohio asks the government to pay for a few of his annoyances, why doesn’t he get all righteous over the people who are locked up for no reason other than possessing marijuana? Possession and other crimes associated with obtaining possession are actions that were never considered crimes as recently as 1937.

Before that, there were states that had outlawed the weed but not because of any altruistic motives that they may have possessed…the laws banning marijuana were then, as they have always been, based in racism. That comment comes from a died in the wool conservative so don’t think that I’m jumping on any bandwagons here, I know of what I speak.

Mormons, Mexicans and Blacks have all been targeted by the development of drug laws and there was a time when it wasn’t politically incorrect to say so…so they did. In 1927, a Butte Montana newspaper quoted a Montana legislator as saying, “When some beet field peon takes a trace of this stuff…he thinks that he has just been elected President and he starts to execute all of his political enemies.” In Texas, a legislator said, for the record, that “All Mexicans are crazy and it’s this stuff that makes them crazy.”

In 1934 newspapers editorialized, “Marijuana influences Negroes to look white people in the eye, step on white men’s shadows and look at white women twice.” Then, as well as now, the government uses our fear of each other and our concern for our children when they portray all drug dealers as predators, skulking outside of schools approaching our innocent little children.

Our innocent little children don’t need such a skulky character…they have their friends. In all my born days, I have never seen a dark, hooded character lurking in the shadows possessing the key too all that is evil on this planet. I had Cindy…my girlfriend since 8th grade who was as hippy as hippy can be while I was just putting away my Barbie dolls. Smack dab in the middle of suburban Chicago 1970’s…Cindy was wild and SHOWED me my first marijuana…I didn’t touch it, I was afraid. I had that healthy fear that silly shit like Reefer Madness put into the minds of children my age.

After all the years that I’ve seen marijuana use in one form or another…the worst “crime” that I’ve ever seen committed relating to it was done by a drug rehabilitation clinic. They charged a 17 year old boy $27,000 to cure him of the ills of cannabis. That was hideous. They totally preyed upon that family, their ignorance concerning marijuana and their love for their kid. Yet, in Ohio and everywhere else, the jails are full of folks who smokum the peace pipe and that’s just stupid. And it will continue to be stupid as long as the people who make these laws continue to drink martinis.

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I have to admit, I was proud of this

September 3, 2008 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,

This is part of an article that was written by Gayle White of the Atlanta Journal Constitution. The article was picked up by the wire services and pretty much went around the country rather quickly.

The reporter asked me to call Rick and “warn him so he doesn’t find out about it from a reporter”. I had very little control over anything in my life at that time but I could conrol how Rick found out about the article…I wanted him to answer the phone and hear, “Hi, this is a reporter for a major newspaper. Tell me sir, how do you feel about the blog your wife started that describes your penis?” So, I did nothin except wait…for this:

“The full legal, ethical and interpersonal implications of blogging are just beginning to be explored…”
That nit wit didn’t even realize that his answer gave him away. Why would I be vindictive if he had done nothing that needed vindicating? He never did understand how his own words would give him away.

In an earlier time, Annie Wilson might have uncorked a bottle of wine, telephoned a girlfriend or two and unloaded. That was before the Internet. Instead, in late January, with her marriage breaking up and her finances falling apart, Wilson sat down in her kitchen to blog.

“Rick is a selfish, lying cheat,” she wrote.

With the strokes of her keyboard, Wilson joined an army of angry exes, embittered employees and rancorous relatives who air their grievances to a potential audience of millions.

By late 2004, 7 percent of the 120 million U.S. adults who use the Internet said they had created a blog — short for Web log or online diary — according to a study by the Pew Internet & American Life Project. That’s more than 8 million people.

Four times as many — about 32 million Americans — said they read blogs, according to the Pew study.

Although some people are posting innocuous information about everything from politics to poetry, many bloggers have axes to grind online. The full legal, ethical and interpersonal implications of these virtual vendettas are just beginning to be explored.

“My sense is that every dimension of life is being blogged now — divorce, marriage, death, pets, triumphs on the Little League field,” said Lee Raine, director of the Pew project. “The rules of the road, the rules of etiquette are being challenged by the ease with which people can do things that used to be appropriate only for whispers between two people. Now those whispers can be broadcast around the world.”

Said Raine, “It’s hard to describe how transformative this is of human relations.”

People have formed relationships and lost jobs over Internet postings.

In 2002, Heather Armstrong, now a Salt Lake City mom, was fired as a Web designer after posting catty, cranky and sometimes crass accounts of life at her unidentified company.

The name of her blog — dooce — took on a life of its own as a verb that means to be fired over one’s online activity.

This year, Armstrong’s blog is getting publicity of a different sort. Dooce took four Bloggies — awards for blogs — at the fifth annual ceremony held at the South by Southwest Interactive Festival in Austin, Texas. Among the honors was Best American Blog.

Annie Wilson’s site is pretty new, but it is gaining a following. It now logs in about 1,000 hits a day.

“I myself am also going through a divorce, so that was my main reason for checking out the blog to begin with,” said Michelle Riggs, 33, of Humble, Texas. “After reading a few of the posts, I realized that Annie is articulate and very funny…. I look forward to reading her updates, and try to every day, if I get the chance.”

Wilsonsums up her version of her life on the Web site’s tag line: “I married Rick Kelso, he cheated on me, hit me and took the car with him leaving me stranded and to fend for myself. I spent most of my adult life on him and all I got was this stupid computer.”

Rick Kelso denies the violence and adultery, and he counters with accusations of infidelity against his wife.

Annie, he said, “is a very vindictive woman when she gets mad at somebody.”

Once he gave me roses for our anniversary and when I noticed that there were only 11 of them (I knew he had given one to his hoe) I said, “There’s only 11 of them!” His response told on him immediately.

“I thought they looked a little skimpy!”

That man had never seen 12 roses together at one time in his life. He wouldn’t know what a skimpy dozen looked like and even if he did, why didn’t he go get the last rose? I guess he couldn’t sneak it out of his mistress’s trailer.

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Comparing Husbands

September 2, 2008 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , , , , ,

While FB was over here this weekend, I showed him some pictures of my son’s college graduation. He pointed something out that I had never noticed before…my husbands look alike. Here they are:


I do see some similarities, it’s true. But I also see some differences. Rick is a head taller, a tad fatter, a HELLUVA lot balder and he has bigger boobs. Mark is a tad pudgy himself and he even has a couple of man boobs of his own. If he gains any more weight, his boobs will outdo Rick’s boobs.

Marks ears are much bigger than Rick’s. It’s not that Mark’s ears are particularly large, but Rick’s are like mutant small. When Mark smiles, he still has apples in his cheeks. Rick smiles with his jaw fat.

At first glance they seem to be standing alike but if you look at Rick, he has a bit of a Billy Bob Thorton in Switchblade stance. You sort of want to offer him a mustard biscuit.

How about you guys? How many differences can you spot in these two pictures?

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My brief, online affair with my husband

September 2, 2008 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

A while back I found my husband’s profile on Plenty Of Fish, a free dating site. If Rick would have any dating profile, that’s the one he would have. It fits his budget. Anyway, knowing him like I do, I was able to set up a fake profile of someone that I thought he would like. I was right…within 24 hours, he sent an email to “Sarah”. This is the entire communication that I had with him before he found me out…the time gave it away, I was on EST and he was on MST. Oh well, it couldn’t have lasted forever, with Rick, nothing does.

It’s nice to know that he didn’t leave me right when he learned the value of honesty. He’s still lying to women and I’m just glad it’s not me this time. He told Sarah that he had been divorced for a year…I wonder if that means that I too am divorced! He told Sarah that his “ex took everything”. Well, I didn’t TAKE anything, he left it all when he left me. Then he implied that I cheated on him. Notice that he didn’t have any specific accusations, he just implied it. He said that I stayed out at night…and the only time I did that was when I was doing stand up and I BEGGED him to come watch me. I didn’t know that those evenings were his time to call his girlfriends.

So, he lied to Sarah big time but that’s OK, because Sarah lied like a rug herself. You’d think that he would start to get the message after a while, but he doesn’t. My e-affair with Rick is over…but here is the correspondence from our short-lived relationship, in the order that they took place, starting with his first email to Sarah…I left all of his grammatical and spelling mistakes the way they were sent to me and I had to dumb my own writing down a bit so as to hide my own identity:

Hi, I really like your profile. I just moved her in june from back east to take care of my mother. I’m just getting settled in and looking for a friend to start and go from there. If your interested, write back.

Hi! I enjoyed getting your e-mail and look forward to learning more about you. Your profile says that you came here for your family, that’s nice. How old are your kids? I am about to leave for a short vacation, but I will still be able to e-mail you. Maybe we will get to know each other really good before I get back. So, where did you move here from?
Sarah

Hi Sarah, It was nice of you to respond. My Is Rick,my mother has COPD,it’s a breathing disease.I don’t know about good son it’s just thr right thing for me and her.I was born in Helena and i grew up in the Great Falls area,I have 2 sons 27,23 they live in Virginia. I’m jealous (taking vacation),hope you enjoy yourself. So tell me a little more about self.
Rick

Rick,
Nice to meet you! I am going to Idaho to visit my mother. She isn’t doing too well either so I go to visit her once a month so it’s not really a vacation per se, but I am actually taking my vacation this time to visit her and I will be there for a week. I’m leaving after work Friday, it’s about a 5 hour drive. Virgina huh? I have never been but I’ve heard nice things about it. So, you are an electronic technician? Do you fix computers? I could use a person who knows about them! I have so many problems with mine. I was widowed 10 years ago and I remarried but it turned out to be a huge mistake and I got out of that one quickly. So, now I am just a single mom again. I moved here to get away from my ex, he is still in Idaho and I am hoping that he doesn’t find out that I’m there when I go. Do you have MSNor something that we could chat on? How about a picture of yourself? I’d like to email you again but I hate going through this thing because I get a bunch of IM’s when I come on. Would you like to chat with me?
Sarah

Sarah,It’s nice to meet you. So how old are your kids? If you would like to email me direct it’s ************,I know about those im’s i hate them.I would love to chat with you,right now i use my dad’s computer but i’m over there everyday and he has msn messenger and i also usemy computer at work. My next purchaseis going to be a computer,my ex got everything so i came up here with just some clothes but that’s okay because i can always buy material things,just having piece of mind and being with my family is worth it. As soon as i can find a picture i will send you one.Well guess i better start working,talk to later.
Rick

Dear Sarah,
Yes you can download any of them,I haven’t used any of them so i don’t know which one is the best,I know my stepmother has msnmessenger. I’ve been divorced for one year and i figured it’s time to meet someone to enjoy different things with. How long have you been divorced? Girls, I hear there pretty tough to raise, I kinda wished i had a girl but my boys were no picnic.

It is a beautiful day isn’t it, I went home for lunch and didn’t want to come back.I came up from Atlanta,Ga I lived there about 10 years and before that New York and then Virginia, We moved there when i was 12. Well glad i have your email and will talk to you later.
Rick

One year? Oh what fun. What happened if you don’t mind me asking? I have been divorced for 3 years, it was pretty bad. Like I said, I was widowed before and I lost all of my widow benefits by marrying a drunk. It didn’t work because I don’t drink. Well, I do, but maybe two or three tops but that’s rare. What do you do for fun? I have pretty much kept up my camping skills. That’s so nice, just being up in the mountains. I sit here looking at them all the time wishing I were up there. Well, maybe after I get back from Idaho. You can’t dance? I hate dancing. I hope you don’t want to ever go dancing.
Sarah

It just seemed that i was the only one trying and kept getting accused of cheating for the last 5 years which i wasn’t but isn’t that what they all say but i feel it was the other way but i’m not sure but she did stay out very late alot of nights so i just could take it anymore. And no i don’t think i will want to go dancing. I do love the outdoors but i haven’t kept up on my camping skills so maybe you can help me out there.I just started working out again and i guess i just like the simple things but open for anything.

Dear Rick,
Yes, the simple things are all I need. I’d love to take you camping. I work out, too. Where do you work out? I’ve been on both ends of the trust thing, where I wasn’t trusted and where I had a hard time trusting. I don’t know which is worse. I know what you mean waiting up all night. My husband would lie to me about where he was and I had a hard time trusting him because of that. Then he didn’t trust me, but I think it was mostly his drinking. I’m glad you don’t want to go dancing.

So you’re kids are grown? Will they be visiting you any time soon or will you go see them? I’m sure you must miss them.
My brother-in-law is an electronics technician and he works on computers, but he is too far away to help me figure out how to work my webcam. Do you know anything about them? Also, when did you want to try to chat? I’m leaving late Friday night after work or early Saturday morning to go to Mother’s, so Thursday night or Saturday night would be good for me. I’ll be at Mother’s all week until the first of October. Hopefully I’ll get home Saturday and have Sunday off before I have to go back to work on Monday.
Looking forward to chatting with you, hope to hear from you soon.
Sarah

Dear Sarah,
I work out at the glacier gym,my boss knows the owner and it’s close to work so i go right after work. Yeah I miss my kids but they have there own live going,you know how that is in your 20’s,maybe next year i will go vist them.I would be happy to try to help you with your computer. So if we chat tonight what would be a good time? For me it would be after 7:30. Just let me know.
Rick

Rick,
I started writing you an email and when I did, I accidentally hit something and it disappeared! I don’t know if it went to you or if it just disappeared. I have been to Glacier Gym, wouldn’t it be funny if we knew each other! I still don’t know what you look like. Where do you work? I work at Peak Real Estate, I am going to take a course in Real Estate in about a month. I’m so excited about that. It does make me mad that if I had never married again I would still have my widow benefits. My first husband was in the Air Force. He was a pilot and he was killed in an excercise and I had enough benefits to where I would never have to work again. Oh well, we live and learn! I can be here at 7:30, if I’m late, I’ll email you. I was going to use my daughter’s name but she said that if I did, all of her friends would IM me so I am going to create another one when I get home. Then, I’ll email you to let you know the name and I will make sure that you know I am gonna be there. OK, I have to get back to work, look forward to chatting tonight!

SarahWell I’m 6′2″ about 210 pounds have brown eyes,brown hair except on top where there’s a bald spot as soon as i can find a picture i will email it to you. I work at ********* the only repair shop in town,when i moved here i just called them up and ask them if they were looking for experienced tech so that’s how got the job, next month i will be starting a second job at ****************.I’m sorry to her about your husband i have alot of respect for pilots,I was in the Marine Corps and my brother-in-law is a 1st Lt in the Army,but sorry to her about your ex, we all make mistakes it’s how we deal with them that matters. Well it sure is nice emailing you and looking forward to chatting with you, have a great day.
Rick

I must say, that was a lot of fun. He’s quite a catch…doncha think?

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Rosie~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

August 31, 2008 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

 

Rosie was hit by a car and she died on Sunday, August 24th.

Rosie was hit by a car and she died on Sunday, August 24th.

I just received this sad email:

I talked with a lady at the Emergency Vet this morning. We agreed after her giving me a long description and scenario, that it was Rosie who was brought in last Sunday after being hit by a car. She had bad injuries and was in a lot of pain, so they put her down. The kind lady who brought her in offered to pay whatever it took to fix her, but the docs said it wasn’t worth it. So, as sad as it is to write this, we are so thankful to have closure. Thank you, my friends, for all of your encouragement, your prayers, and all your help (and your patience with my pleading for help!).
Much love,
Meghan and family

It never occurred to me that something could have happened to Rosie, I thought that lady who picked her up took her home. I never stopped to think that the blanket might have been a clue. If tings had to turn out this way, at least Rosie wasn’t alone. Far too many people would have just driven away.

You know, about 8 years ago I started seeing sympathy cards for pets. My first thought was, “How ridiculous and what a tacky way to make money!”

But after giving it some thought and certainly after having Payton, I realize what an important place that our pets hold in our family. A family’s entire dynamic changes when a pet is gone.

Payton is my friend, my shoulder to cry on, my protector and my alarm clock most mornings. I could list a bunch more jobs that Payton performs for me but you get the picture. He’s a loyal member of this family, he won’t ever change his mind and leave. He would never hurt me and he would never let anyone else hurt me either. He’s my buddy, by hiking partner and my Frisbee teammate.

If he were to be taken away, I wouldn’t know what to do. How do you fill those roles? It isn’t easily done. Meghan’s family is adjusting to life without Rosey now and that’s as sad as it can be. Someday Rosey will be a pleasant memory, but right now, she is a vital member of the Respess family who will be sorely missed.

Thanks to all of you who tried to help find Rosie. You’re kindness is greatly appreciated.

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Evil Skank annoys the heck outta me

August 28, 2008 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

At about 2:30 PM yesterday afternoon, I got a phone call from the veterinarian’s office. They said that McFly (my cat) was “ready to come home”. I told them that I would be there as soon as I could get there.

The reason that I didn’t leave right away is that I didn’t have the money to pay the vet and I needed to see if I could figure something out. I couldn’t. So, I just called the vet’s office and asked to speak to the person in charge of bookkeeping or accounts. The chick who answered the phone said that she could help me.

I explained the situation and a more obnoxious, rude and unprofessional person, I have not met in a very, very long time. She mentioned the “estimate” that I was given the day I brought McFly in. No one said to me, “You have to pay this all when you pick the cat up.”, but I knew that already. I’ve been going to that vet for years and I’ve always paid when I took the animals in. When they gave me the estimate, I said, “I can give you $50 today but that’s all I have.”

At the time, the lady who gave me the estimate said, “Oh, you don’t have to give us anything today!” I wasn’t too worried because they said that McFly would have to be there for 4 days and I was hoping that with 4 days to work on it, I could get the money together one way or another. Then, they called me the very next day to have me come pick McFly up. Needless to say, after spending the night at the emergency room with Stewie, I hadn’t had the time to do anything about getting the money together.

My entire purpose for calling was to ask what I should do. I could have given them a post-dated check, signed a promissory note, given them my ID…whatever it took to take care of the situation. I hated to have to do that, but I didn’t know what else to do. And I can’t believe that this situation has NEVER come up before…they have to have some procedure to follow. After I explained the situation to the person who answered the phone, I asked her what my options were. That’s when she started to get ignorant. She just kept repeating that when they show a client the estimate, a promise is made at that point. They don’t have to tell you that you just agreed to it, you don’t have to sign anything and even if you tell them THEN that you don’t have the money to pay for it and they STILL treat your animal…there’s NO OTHER OPTION…I must now shit out a bunch of cash.

This is pretty much how the conversation went…over and over again:

“Usually people pay when they come in.”

“I understand that, I always have, I’m just in a really bad situation financially right now and I just don’t have the money. What can I do? You tell me.”

“Well, how much can you give me?”

At that point I went online to check my checking account and the balances on my credit cards. I was trying to see how much I could pay her using whatever balances I had on different methods of payment. I wiped out 2 credit cards and left myself 12 bucks in my checking account and still, I could only come up with $80 out of a $240 bill. I told her that I would have the rest in a couple of weeks if not sooner. The 30 bucks that I gave her out of my checking account was for food and gas. It’s a good thing I did get those damn Ramen Noodles…I’ll be eating a LOT of them.

She responded, “When they gave you the estimate, you should have known then that we expected payment today.” We had already been through that conversation and we went over it a few more times, the chick just wouldn’t give it up. She sarcastically said, “You DO know what an estimate is, don’t you?”

I wonder if she knows. It’s an ESTIMATE…not a contract.

She pretty much just repeated the same things over and over again with a very nasty tone it that calm voice, even after I told her that there was no reason for her to be rude. And, rude she was. She said, “If you don’t pay us the entire balance today, you can’t bring ANY of your animals here until you pay the entire bill. I just hope that your animals don’t get sick while you’re trying to ‘get your money together’” The implication was that if anything happened to any of my animals, it would be my fault. And the ENTIRE implication of her attitude was that I am a bum who doesn’t pay my bills. The years that I’ve been doing business there be damned.

After about 10 minutes of her unprofessional attitude, I realized that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere. She was repeating herself and I was trying to explain something to her that she just wasn’t grasping. The last time I tried to get her to understand what I was saying, she said, “Now you’re changing your story!” She was flat out accusing me of lying. As she started to go into her “people pay at the time of service” speech AGAIN…I just hung up on her and left to pick up McFly.

McFly looking at me instead of the camera when he got home yesterday.

 

McFly’s favorite thing besides eating, having his neck scratched.


She was what I refer to as a “velvet hammer”. She has this sugary sweet and happy voice and then the nastiest things come out of her mouth. And, as my luck usually goes, she was at the front desk when I walked in. I recognized her voice immediately. She was talking to someone back in the office as I was standing there at the window. She was chatting about personal stuff and ignoring me. She didn’t even know who I was at that point. When she figured it out, she became downright rude. Every time I said a WORD…she looked at the other CUSTOMERS in the waiting room and rolling her eyes. She may not be the least professional person that I’ve ever met but she’s certainly in the top two.

She said condescendingly, “I’ll be with you in a minute, have a seat.” I backed up to look at the pet stuff they had for sale but didn’t I sit down. I didn’t want to. When I’m nervous, I pace and I can’t sit still. I’ve been nervous about so many things lately that I called my doctor and asked him if I could take 4 Xanax a day occasionally. He said that would be OK so if I need to, I can always take an extra pill.

The wench left me standing there for at least 10 minutes and then she called the person who came in AFTER me. I couldn’t be nice anymore. I said, “You know I was here first and you’re purposely taking someone in who came in 10 minutes after I did.”

Like I was a 2 year old, she said, “Are you ready to communicate with me now?” She was actually punishing me in the waiting room for some perceived transgression. She seemed overwhelmed with the power she wielded from behind her little wall window.

I walked up to the desk and handed her the credit cards. She never said another word. She ran the cards through and gave me the things to sign. I asked her if she wanted the originals and without saying a word, she grabbed them out of my hand. Then, a normal person brought McFly out. The wench chick was typing away and I assumed she was typing something for me. She let me stand right in front of her for 5 minutes without saying a word. Then, I finally asked if I was done.

She said, “You were done 5 minutes ago.” That’s when I asked her name so that I could write about her on my blog…her name is Elizabeth Walsh. She was behaving so smugly that she said she would be “happy” to give me her name and said that she “couldn’t wait to read what I had to write” about her. Then, as I walked out the door I heard her chuckling loudly. So, here it is Miss Walsh, I hope you’re still chuckling.

While I was standing there waiting like an idiot, I was reading the instructions that the normal lady had given me. I had a question that I wanted to ask about McFly. I wanted to know when he had gotten the last dose of Robaxin. Her answer shocked me. She said, “That’s a question for the doctor.” Then, she went back to typing and didn’t ask for a doctor, the tech or even the chart so that she could answer my question.

So, I left the office owing $133. All that BS for a measly $133.

I can’t possibly be the first person to have a bad experience with this nut. Either the office is aware of her behavior or she hasn’t been there long enough for it to happen before, I just had the luck of being the

Then, within an hour or so of getting home, McFly started foaming at the mouth and twitching again. Miss Walsh had told me that I couldn’t bring the animals back in so I didn’t know what to do. My sister was over here so she called them to ask what could be done. No one said a word about the money that I owed, they just said to bring the cat back for another shot of Robaxin. My sister mentioned the financial concerns and they said that they would only be charging $15 for the shot. My sister had that much on her so she paid for it.

McFly an hour later, foaming at the mouth and starting to go into seizures again.



That clinic has been there for well over 40 years if not longer. One of the vets is the third or fourth generation of doctors to be in that building. I doubt that any vet (or any person at all for that matter) would be very displeased to hear one of his or her employees treating clients so poorly. When people spend more then 40 years building a reputation as a compassionate professional, the last thing they need is some obnoxious teenager treating the clients like dirt and refusing to answer medical questions about the patients who keep them in business.

What a stark contrast to the hospital that I took Stewie to the night before! They went out of their way to take care of Stewie knowing that I didn’t have any money. The doctor at Town and Country Veterinary Clinic was the very picture of compassion. Unfortunately, the docs at The Veterinary Clinic may very well be as compassionate. But you wouldn’t think so if you saw Elizabeth Walsh sitting at the front desk as you walked in.

Miss Walsh, you said that you were “looking forward” to reading what I wrote. I hope that you didn’t have to wait too long.

While my sister and I were busy taking care of McFly, Stewie and Payton relaxed and watched.

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Have you seen this dog???

August 28, 2008 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , , , , ,

 

Over the past few days, I’ve been noticing that dog’s face everywhere in our neighborhood. When I saw another picture earlier today, I remember thinking to myself, “Wow! Someone is really, really trying hard to find that dog!”

Then, this evening while I was walking Payton, I ran into the lady who was putting up the posters. As Payton and I passed her, I said, “You must be frantic!” Naturally, she was.

She started telling me the story about how the dog got lost and I mentioned that I had been seeing her posters all around the neighborhood. Then, a black SUV pulled up. It was her family. The husband and all 3 of her kids were putting up posters too.

Naturally, the kids are upset. The family got the dog before some of those kids were born! Those kids don’t know a life without Rosie, the little dog that is probably wondering where his family has gone.

The oldest boy in the family has pretty much grown up with Rosie and he’s very close to her. There’s just something so sad about a boy and his dog being separated, isn’t there? In 1974, we lost a dog named Major. He was a beautiful German Shepherd and we adored that dog. To this day, I still get sad when I think of Major and the emptiness in our home after he was gone.

People who don’t have pets may not quite understand how much a pet can truly be a part of the family. The love that a pet has for it’s family is intense, loyal and never ending. Rosie may very well be taken care of, but that won’t help her heart from breaking as she wonders when she can go home.

The family has a very good reason to think that Rosie is being well cared for. The reason that they can be so sure that Rosie is OK can be found on the poster that the family is putting up all over town:

I am desperately looking for our little female chihuahua, Rosie. She disappeared Sunday afternoon before the storm…that’s 8/24/08. Someone saw her being picked up by a lady on Cherokee Street (Marietta) and placed in a car. What a blessing that she wasn’t hit by a car, but was rescued instead!! The car was heading north on Cherokee, but we have no idea where she went after that. We think the car was a smaller blue car, but not positive (this info came from a distant neighbor who saw it happen). Please help me get the word out. I don’t know if this person is local or not, so i need this email to go primarily to the outskirts of this downtown Marietta area, but I guess she could be in Kennesaw, Acworth, Canton, Woodstock, etc. If you wouldn’t mind, please forward this on to ANYONE in the surrounding area. We miss our girl, and pray that she is in the arms of someone who cares enough for her to come looking for her home! She is a precious baby. Thank you for your help!

LOST FEMALE CHIHUAHUA
3-4 pounds
Tan in color with white markings on forehead, chest, and belly (she also has some noticeably black hairs that run through the tan color on her back and tail, as you can see in the photo)
Spayed
NO tag or chip
404-580-2649

REWARD!!!

I sincerely hope that the woman who picked up the dog plans on trying to send her home. There’s been no news yet from any of the places that you would ordinarily call to look for a lost dog.

Today I went to pick McFly up from the vet (I’ll tell you about THAT crazy experience in the morning) and as I was standing in line waiting for my turn, a woman came in with her kids. I didn’t hear their entire conversation but I caught the part where the little girl asked her mother, “Why are we doing this all for a dog we don’t even know? What will we get for this?”

Apparently they found a dog and were taking it to the vet for one reason or another. I didn’t hear that part of the conversation. But I did hear the mother’s wise, kind and decent answer to her daughter’s question.

She told her daughter, “We get to return a pet to it’s family, and when we do, we’ll have caused so much happiness that we can’t help but be happy ourselves. It’s a wonderful feeling to do something good for someone else. When we see the dog and his family reunited, we’ll have a gift that you can’t buy with money.”

Of course, the mother was right. And I wish that the lady who picked up Rosie gets the chance to experience that same wonderful feeling!

If you would like to help in the search for Rosie, send a link to this post to everyone in your address book, even if they don’t live in Marietta, Georgia or the United States of America. Maybe they DO know someone around here! I’m counting on those “Six Degrees of Separation” to help find this dog.
Here’s the link to send all of your friends:

http://diaryofmydivorce.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-you-seen-this-dog.html

They say that you can accomplish a LOT with the Internet…let’s see if we can use it to return an adorable little dog to it’s home and family. Wouldn’t that be cool?

So, let the search begin…where is Rosie?

 

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