Dear Aunts and Uncles of mine, and all Friends of my Daddy, FiFi here! I had a Very Good Day. It was very different for me, too.First of all, my Daddy sat out on the front porch in the Nice Weather, which is something he doesn't do, and invited me outside to join him. Now, I am all for going "out-out" to be "Good Girl," but this was perplexing to me, to have him on the outside, and inviting me to join him. You should have seen me, he said I was hilarious, as I gingerly poked myself through the open front doorway, and would quickly back up and go inside, and do this again, and again. Eventually, I joined him, and saw Lyle was visiting me.Of course, Lyle pretended he was here to help my Daddy, but I knew he was here for me, because I am FiFi! Everyone is here to see me. That's just Life. My Daddy had to to Much Talking to convince me to leave Lyle alone and let him work. He cleaned up the porch areas, front and back, of Junk Stuff, Junk, and Trash, that Uncle Jason had accumulated around the area.Once that was done, they went off to see the Wizard. Someone called Mirster Recycle Center. I don't know who this Mister Center is, but my Daddy goes there a lot, along with visiting a cousin of his, too, called Mister Trash Center. I don't know who these Center people are, but can you imagine having named a pup of yours "Trash"? Well, I should talk! My Daddy just told me there was a singer once named "Billy Crash Craddock" if that don't beat all! (My Daddy says that is Southern Slang, and you have to say that sentence with the Wrong Word, "don't" for it to be a Proper Southern Sentence, you see!) He says he had an album of his, too, once. Let me see if I can find that album's picture online....
There were some Crazy People out in the Woods-n-Forest area shooting & shooting & shooting, today, and when I am indoors I ignore it, but outside it sounded Really Scary and it fried my little nerves, so my Daddy picked me up and hugs me, and loved me up really good, and petted me, and told me what a Good Girl I am - which I know, of course. But all that holding and loving up I got was before Lyle and my Daddy went to see the Wizard.They stopped by Mister Lion, too. Someone called Food Lion. And he gave my Daddy oodles and oodles of Good Things to Eat, but my Daddy told me that none of it was Poodle Stuff. I stamped my little paw and pouted, but he said I had my Treat-treats, and that was that.My Daddy said he did very well visiting Mister Food Lion, again, except for having to pay him money. I don't think it's nice of the Mister Lion to take money from my Daddy, but my Daddy says that's how we get food. Talk about having to scratch your head on that one! But anyway, he said he didn't have to visit Miss Cart, someone called Miss Electric Cart, at all, that he only visited someone called Mister Grocery Cart. Apparently these Cart people live with Mister Lion. But this has me confused, as my Daddy said that they are also at IGA, Hills, Walmart, Krogers, and more places. I said, "Daddy, what does that mean?" He said, "FiFi, it means I was So Much Better, and Stronger, that I could walk through the entire shopping in the store without having to use that electric cart!"I still don't get it, but I do get that my Daddy is doing and feeling a lot better. I can see it in his eyes, and his coat is a lot more silky too, and I think his nose is nice and cold, like it should be. (Aren't People's noses cold like Doggie noses? Surely so!)
Wishing everyone oodles and oodles of Poodle Love, ....FiFI
Do I really want to do this? Post, in a blog? Yet again? This seems to be something that I do not take to well, for a variety of reasons. I suppose one of them is that "blogging," in and of itself, seems like a useless point of time, resources, and energy, to me. I would suspect another is a sense of vulnerability, when I do this. Lastly, there are times I just feel plain lazy, or tired, and don't want to do this.
I have many thoughts racing through my head these days.
I have watched my roommate suffer unemployment, and the chaos that ensued in his life from that, and I have watched the pontificating, posturing, lying, deceiving, outright hypocrisy, and downright idiotic asinine (sorry, but it's true) childish behavior of our Congress these last few days, about President Obama's stimulus package, and been as ashamed of them as I was personally of GWB.
To borrow from our President, "let me be clear," I was never ashamed of the United States of America. But there were things said, done, documented, undeniable, during these last 8 years, that made me feel very frustrated, while I tried to cope with how we appeared, overseas, to email pen pals, in, for instance, Australia.
How was I to answer such sincere questions as "Why haven't you impeached?" or "Why'd you vote him in a second time?" How could I convey the complexity of impeachment, and clarify that it was not me, nor The People, but Congress, that did not impeach, and that it remained, forever, debatable as to who really won the second 4 years given to GWB.
Some of these things just astound our foreign friends, who think that we think we are all that matters, and that, for instance, other countries don't have problems with illegal immigrants, too. They tell me what they are doing about the world-wide water crisis, and ask what our nation is doing, and I have to say that as a nation, I do not know of anything we are doing, but that from what ever I have heard, various water conservation efforts are at state level.
This bewilders them.
Then there is healthcare. They are told that we over here don't want to pay for Universal Healthcare, that The People do not want to pay for it. This is what they are told.
Although I can prove, through diligent searching, that this is not so, it is hard to do so, because this is such a warped, and closed, topic, here.
I know what it is: I was a RN for 24 years. Those opposed, affiliated with insurance industry, certain aspects of the healthcare industry, itself, and so on, and related lobbiests, get politicians to chant half-truths, which are really lies, to the public.
Such as, you'll pay more.
Initially, probably. But in the long run, not at all, because our current system is more per capita than any other developed nation, in healthcare, and we rate behind places like Australia, the UK, Canada, in infant mortality, etc. We pay more, and get less, as it is. So initially, investing in a more streamlined, more efficient, single-payer systme, would cost more, but only in the initial phase.
Mind you, no one was concerned about the initial cost of the "war on terror" and or invading Iraq, which we were promised would pay us back in oil profits, which we have yet to see, as a nation.
You want to talk about bad investments? Talk about that. Not healthcare, where providing good stabilizing preventive medicine can save millions of dollars.
I should know.
I live with hypertension, diabetes, HIV, Congestive Heart Failure, heart attack, lung disease (Idiopathic: Lymphocytic Interstitial Pneumonitis), and have to wear oxygen 24 hours a day.
I worked 24 years as a RN, and have been disabled almost 3 years, now.
I face a $4,000.00-plus "donut hole" in my Medicare D prescriptions this year, thanks to GWB, to save Medicare money, and I do not know where I am going to find that over $4,000.00 in my budget.
If I set aside $335.00 per month, for 12 months, I would have the money. I do not have $335 in my monthly budget, to do that, which means I cannot afford $4,000.00 "out of pocket" annually.
What am I going to do? Just up and die? You tell me.
This is what it's all about.
Don't you dare say well, that's me, and you're you, and you're doing okay, so that's all that matters. I was doing "okay" too, until one day...
I could very well be you.....one day.
If you don't do something to better things now, they will be worse, for you, and your children, and your grandchildren, for generations to come.
