OT: Necessities for Katrina Victims

"Pat P" wrote

My Emma would loooove to visit nursing homes, but being the size of a Shetland pony she would create considerable havoc. Often when we are walking we have encountered older people who say she "reminds me of a dog we used to have on our farm once." (Apparently half the dogs in rural Saskatchewan looked just like Emma) Dawne

We have them here too and I hear they are a great joy to people in nursing homes who always had a pet.

Is she a lab/Shepherd cross ? My cousin had one called Friday. He said he thought it was the most popular Canadian breed and you know, since he said that, I always notice them and they are numerous lol

"Lucretia Borgia" wrote

She's Collie/Shepherd according to my vet's best guess (basically shepherd body form but with a factory spare head screwed on), but I suspect some Lab in there too from the shape of her ears when down, and from her extremely gentle and loving nature. She is over 40 kg and about a metre tall at the shoulder, so something large is lurking in pedigree. My last dog, the fierce and barrel-shaped Susie, was a collie/lab cross Dawne

Ok, this has nothing to do with what you've been talking about but I just read "but I suspect some Lamb in there too from the shape of her ears when down" Can you tell it's past midnight where I am? I really need to get to bed

cu nicole

Tagging onto this thread about Katrina:

My husband volunteered to work through the Red Cross in his capacity as Med Tech. He would have been gone three weeks. Saturday was to be his orientation. However, he couldn't work out details with his hospital employer for that third week. He was giving up two weeks of vacation, but he couldn't get them to figure out that third week. Originally his boss was totally behind him and the hospital was trying to put together their own relief help, which died down.

So, he won't be going, and he's soooo disappointed. We just can't afford to go a week without pay. We talked long and hard about it late this afternoon. :-(

Dianne

"NL" wrote

I read like that too when insufficiently caffeinated---and what I "see" is sometimes much more interesting than what is written!! I will have to call her my Lambie today (no one else home for a few days to give me strange looks) Dawne

Oh, I agree about the interesting thing ;-) However sometimes my typing is really bad, too which lead to me writing Hoden (testicles) instead of Hosen (pants) once when telling an email friend about a new pair of (pvc!) pants I had bought *blush*. We both had a good laugh about it later though ;-)

cu nicole - I hope I didn't offend anyone with that story.

Nicole, I just had the thought run through my head that a pair of PVC Hoden would certainly have come in handy one day when I was mad enough to tell someone to "get a pair and think for yourself." I could have said "Here's a pair...." (and believe me, I wasn't suggesting trousers!) Thanks for the laugh.

-- Carey in MA

OMG ;-) My Son is sitting next to me and he just asked "Mum, why are you laughing?" and it's kinda hard to explain ;-) And now I have to thank you for that laugh :-)

take care nicole

Of course, my reference to the "pair of" needed contained either 4 letters(food), or 5 letters(sporting equipment), and was made to one of my other half's sons about his other son, who's in his 20's. You gave me a good chuckle from the visual of you trying to explain to your son. I take it he's still rather young. Maybe an explanation of something concerning the pros and cons of PVC pants versus leather pants in relation to slipping off a motorcycle seat or horse saddle would be appropriate, and provide just as good a laugh?

-- Carey in MA

A gentleman I worked with once told me that I had the biggest pair of balls of anyone he had ever worked with - I had just gone parachuting. I

Cheryl

And I agree with him! Though calling him a gentleman might be stretching it a bit (like I should talk; I live with one of those kind of 'gentleman': sometimes it rubs off on me, too.)

-- Carey in MA

A "gentleman" I worked with bought me a pair of brass Asian massage balls in a nice leather pouch for much the same reason.

I, I, I just couldn't ... I delegated to one of the other guys in the office to explain to him in what way these brass balls were intended to be used. (internally, for pleasure) Poor fella thought you put them under your foot and hit the acupressure spots. Or maybe have your spouse roll them around your back. :) He couldn't look me in the eye for a week when he learned the truth!

I did give him credit for recognizing that I had back problems that required the occasional massage.

Lucky you. Parachuting is something I've always wanted to do and never had the opportunity to go ahead with it. But when I was a kid I did dearly love the Parachute Jump ride in Coney Island. From what I've read about it, it really did simulate a real jump.

Does anyone else here know the ride I'm talking about?

Lucille

SSPLORTT!! That R-E-A-L-L-Y needed a warning.

-- Carey in MA (Wonder who told the other guy in the office how they were intended to be used?)

Know it, yes. Have my mother's permission to ride on it, no. :)

But, remember, I'm the kid who thought Mom's black silk scarf safety-pinned to my shoulders made me Batman and able to fly. (OK, so we never did see the real Caped Crusader in flight....)

Look, Ma, no hands! Look, Ma, no eyes! Look, Ma, no teeth!!!!!

The summer before 5th grade, I started out with second and third degree burns from palm to elbow. Since I couldn't ride my bike two-handed, and I was getting pretty good at one-handed, I tried no-handed. Uncle Ernst commented that he'd seen people with fewer bandages in the field hospital during WWI. But, by golly, I'd made it a distance with no hands, no feet, no eyes ... till I cracked into my granny's maple tree.

I still think I can do the impossible and get annoyed when I can't.

He was quite well-read on such subjects and, in fact, was the one who confirmed my suspicion that they were intended for that purpose.

He's nearly 5 now. Time sure flies :-) I just explained that someone had writen to me about something really funny, and that was ok. He knows we "go and check our mail" on the computer and he sometimes tells us "I have to check my mail, too!" when he wants to play on the computer *g* He can already type his nickname (3 letters) and he usually wants to sit on my lap and type himself, sometimes he tells me to write down something for him on paper so he can type it. I think it's great he's finally so interested in "language" (speaking, typing, listening to stories,...) because he has a speech development delay and only started to talk about a year ago (We did lots of (speech- and ergo-) therapy and currently are on a break to see how it all settles, what stays, what needs more work, what he learns "without help" i.e. without his speech therapist. It's really amazing how much he's improving every week, it's like he just needed a nudge to get going. He used to hate listening to stories, he never liked books,... it's a long story really ;-) )

take care nicole