Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Which Manchester?

I sent this very true story to some of my co-workers and they thought I should post it since they found it quite amusing!

While waiting - a long time - to board my plane earlier this month, I discovered what could have been the reason for the delay. An odd looking couple (really, they were kind of weird) was having an issue plane side. She had this really long Indian print Pendelton coat on (tourists...she probably had no room to pack it, so she wore it). She had long scraggly dark hair and was disheveled. Her partner was this weird younger guy sporting his new 'I bought this coat and hat in Phoenix and you can tell since it has Phoenix written all over it' ensemble.

Continental Rep: Ma'am, you have a giant carry-on, another giant bag, a backpack and a purse. You have too many items.

She started combining things.

Continental Rep: You can't just combine things, you still have too many carry-ons and they won't fit as it is. You'll have to check one.

Small argument ensues. She's not going to win and finally concedes, after much content-shuffling, which bag to check.

Now, she's not talking much and seems to be mumbling a lot. I figure they're not from around here.

Weird Lady: Mumbles something about Manchester.

Continental Rep: Ma'am, you're going to Manchester?

Weird Lady: Mumble.

Continental Rep: Ma'am, are you going to Manchester England or Manchester NH?

Weird Lady: Mumble.

Continental Rep: England or New Hampshire?

Weird Lady: I don't know.

Much giggling from those behind her. ML's thinking, "Hmmm...seems like one would know that little tidbit of info".

Continental Rep: If you're going to England, I'll need to confirm a passport.

Weird Lady: Mumble.

Continental Rep: Are you going to Manchester England or Manchester NH?

Weird Lady: Oh, New Hampshire. I forgot.

More giggling from those behind her. ML's thinking, "How does one forget that instead of traveling to a distant country, across, oh I don't know, 3000 miles of vast ocean, you're just connecting in Cleveland to head to New Hampshire? Was she confused with the whole New England vs. England thing? I know that confuses a lot of idiots." I also wondered things like, "Will they breed and create a giant race of simple minded morons?" Inquiring minds want to know.

Then there was this whole issue with how many little bags she had attached to her, including a fanny pack-like thing. I thought of my co-worker, Ron. And once she started jabbering, she actually spoke perfect English. Not the King's English, like in her short-lived homeland, but English like we speak here (well, most of us).

Flight scheduled to depart 8:35am, took off at 8:55am.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

I Rescued a Human Today

My friend sent me this and I thought it was awesome. And if this doesn't bring a tear to your eye, you're just not human.

I rescued a human today.

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid. As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them.

As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone's life. She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.

Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.

I rescued a human today.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

The Promise

Hi everyone!

I am attaching a link to an article on the Best Friends Animal Society website regarding Obami's promise to adopt a shelter dog for his girls once elected.

Approximately 4 million dogs are bred in puppy mills every year, while nearly 5 million are killed in shelters during that same timeframe. He is stating that one of his daughter's has allergies, so they have to be careful. However, more than 20% of the dogs in shelters are purebred, so there's no excuse for him to not uphold his promise. I look forward to seeing a cute little dog find a good home with him and his family. Dog poop will be good fertilizer for the Rose Garden :)

Puppies are not products! Adopt a shelter pet!


Wednesday, November 5, 2008


OK, so I went to bed around 9pm and didn't know the final outcome until I got a text message this morning from a co-worker. I could see the writing on the wall and I'm not someone that flocks to an accident scene to watch the horror unfold, so, well, pretty much the same thing.

But really America, you sided with a a terrorist sympathizer/supporter over someone who has done nothing but defend our country with honor? Well, the only good thing is that I'm looking forward to the wealthy Hollywood liberals to start sending me some of their money. After all, they need to share the wealth with the less fortunate and based on income, I think they out-do me by a landslide.

When should I expect my first check?

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Election Day

Well, it's almost over, but it looks like it's too close to call right now. But hey, Pennsylvania, are you kiddin' me? Obami took PA? We all know it was the crazy Pittsburgh & Philly folks since our central PA residents wouldn't vote for him if our life depended on it. Unfortunately, the quality of our lives does depend on it.

I hate this part...the waiting. I like to read the last page of a book first, so I'm not really into this piecemeal news. Just tell me who wins when I get up tomorrow. In the end, I'll still go to work to a job I love and co-workers I love. And I'll still come home to an understanding husband and lots of crazy pets.

Life goes on. Life is good. Let's hope and pray it stays that way.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Well, the election is right around the corner and we're concerned (as are many true Americans) about the outcome. My friend, Lyn, sent me this and I thought it was appropriate. Normally, I'd say something PC like "It doesn't matter who you vote for, just vote", but that's not really the case. It does matter, if you care about national security, you'll vote McCain. Also, this is our Blog and I can say what I want (while the 1st Amendment is still in place).

'Twas the night before elections
And all through the town
Tempers were flaring
Emotions all up and down!

I, in my bathrobe
With 5 dogs in my lap
Had cut off the TV
Tired of political crap.

When all of a sudden
There arose such a noise
I peered out of my window
And saw Obama and his boys.

They had come for my wallet
They wanted my pay
To give it to the others
Who had not worked a day!

He snatched up my money
And quick as a flash
Jumped back on his bandwagon
With all of my stash.

He then rallied his henchmen
Who were pulling his cart
I could tell they were out
To tear my country apart!

'On Fannie, on Freddie,
On Biden and Ayers!
On Acorn, On Pelosi'
He screamed at the pairs!

They took off for his cause
And as he flew out of sight
I heard him laugh at the nation
That wouldn't stand up and fight.

So I leave you to think
On this one final note