Speaking My Mind: Enough already with my opinions on living life in ...

Speaking My Mind: Enough already with my opinions on living life in ...:   ...We all know someone who survived something and did it with calming grace! Or someone who didn't do it and was a BIG PAIN IN THE ARS...

Enough already with my opinions on living life in spite of being severely ill!

 

...We all know someone who survived something and did it with calming grace!

Or someone who didn't do it and was a BIG PAIN IN THE ARSE!!!

Anywho, life goes on...  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXKLvU1G2GQ

So, shall we move on? I say a GREAT BIG YES!

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But to what???

Life... Check!

Politics...Check!

Business...Check!

Family ... Check!

Pets... Check!

Give me a topic I have yet to discuss...!

We'll get it covered!

I hate to think we are done, done.

Please get back to me!

Begging is not attractive, no matter who you are!

Okay, I got it... One-way conversations are the pits, if only Brad...oooh

This makes me think of his movie, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, only because a receptionist in my husband's urology office could not think of the movie where that was the storyline of growing younger instead of older. I was asked by Hubby not to interject due to stepping into someone else's conversation...! I have a problem with that, and so I did not, but it did bother me that he felt I should not do it. So, to relieve that issue, I have aired my silly little issue here instead! Ta da, without a net! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Curious_Case_of_Benjamin_Button_(film)

 Let me introduce you to the crew...

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

3 months, and now 7!

   

I believe that now he is done with those horrid feelings he was having for five days.

Aussie, say Good day!

I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made. 

I will comply because it is fun and say Good day!

I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name—ha! Without hesitation, the teenager said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never discovered the girl's name; Mom liked Aussie, too. Since then, we have found that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merle. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now seven years old, I am the baby. I am the largest of fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right.
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. The volunteers had removed me from a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I shared with my dad, but dad is much older than I am!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

Get it? I was born without a tail, which is preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                           

   "What a diva!"

Hello. I am Bella. In the picture above, I am a Maltese Yorkie, so I am called a Morkie. I might be eleven years old. We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies accompanying that! Being the only girl has its rewards as well as its difficulties. 
My previous family turned me in, stating that I had misbehaved with their elderly dog. It had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, clearing out the shelter's day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella. I was beautiful either way!

Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 13-ish years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes! 

I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I had been wandering the neighborhood for days when I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there. 

The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip ID with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!

The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen

days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.

Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you've got it! In order of adoption!

Speaking My Mind: Staying alive...!

Speaking My Mind: Staying alive...!:   Some believe not going to the doctor is the way to stay alive. Others believe that going to the doctor for each little symptom/pain is a g...

Staying alive...!

 

Some believe not going to the doctor is the way to stay alive.

Others believe that going to the doctor for each little symptom/pain is a good way to stay healthy?!

However, most believe there is a happy medium for utilizing both systems.

And my friendly observations...

You must not wait till the last minute in any serious situation!

Or go to the doctor with every little ache or pain...!

Accumulate the parts to any mystery when one exists.

But don't play doctor by assuming you know what is causing the problem.

That can be fatal.

Sometimes getting a second opinion other than your own is a smart thing to do; a doctor would be suitable, but even a PA, physician's assistant, or a nurse can send you in the right direction.

The medical situation deserves medical advice.

I'm just saying... keys to staying alive! All of my opinions from experiences...

Of course, use prevention of being sick by exercising, eating healthy, and never smoking, or ever using unprescribed drugs, and of course, think happy thoughts! Positive people live longer. If you drink alcohol, do it in moderation; better not at all.

Recent info states it is not good for you at all, or is legalized Marijuana.

The reasoning is getting rid of all concerns and doing things you should not do.

I was on medicinal marijuana for two years and found no benefits. I drank wine until 2017, until it started to taste like rubbing alcohol, and then it made me no longer want it.

I smoked cigarettes for forty years until I had my first mini-stroke in 2006, and since my parents and my brother all died of strokes, I finally quit! Fortunately, I have had no ill effects from all that smoking. Hubby quit eight years after me, but had smoked outside when I had quit. I wish he had stopped sooner... it wasn't for me not trying to have him stop, I did try, really! But to no avail. People stop when they want to...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNFzfwLM72c

 Let me introduce you to the crew...

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

3 months, and now 7!

   

I believe that now he is done with those horrid feelings he was having for five days.

Aussie, say Good day!

I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made. 

I will comply because it is fun and say Good day!

I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name—ha! Without hesitation, the teenager said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never discovered the girl's name; Mom liked Aussie, too. Since then, we have found that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merle. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now seven years old, I am the baby. I am the largest of fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right.
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. The volunteers had removed me from a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I shared with my dad, but dad is much older than I am!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

Get it? I was born without a tail, which is preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                           

   "What a diva!"

Hello. I am Bella. In the picture above, I am a Maltese Yorkie, so I am called a Morkie. I might be eleven years old. We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies accompanying that! Being the only girl has its rewards as well as its difficulties. 
My previous family turned me in, stating that I had misbehaved with their elderly dog. It had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, clearing out the shelter's day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella. I was beautiful either way!

Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 13-ish years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes! 

I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I had been wandering the neighborhood for days when I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there. 

The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip ID with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!

The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen

days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.

Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you've got it! In order of adoption!