Archive for August, 2018

Aug 18

Mandy’s Next Story

A three-legged dog walks into a saloon in the Old West. He sidles up to the bar and announces: “I’m looking for the man who shot my paw.”


A young boy goes off to college, but about 1/3 way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered what money his parents gave him. “Hmmmm,” he wonders, “How am I gonna get more dough?”

Then he gets an idea and calls his father. “Dad,” he says, “you won’t believe the wonders that modern education are coming up with! Why, they actually have a program here that will teach Fido how to talk!” “Why that’s absolutely amazing!” his father says. “How do I get him in that program?” “Just send him down here with $1000,” the boy says, “I’ll get him into the course.”


So, his father sends the dog and the $1000. About 2/3 way through the semester, the money runs out. So, the boy calls his father again. “So, how’s Fido doing, son?” his father asks. “Awesome, dad, he’s talking up a storm,” he says, “but you just won’t believe this – now they have a program here that will teach Fido to READ!”

“READ!?” says his father, “That’s amazing! What do I have to do to get him in that program?” “Just send $2,500, I’ll get him in the class.” So, his father sends the money.


At the end of the semester, the boy has a problem. When he gets home, his father will find out that the dog can neither talk nor read. So, he shoots the dog. When he gets home, his father is all excited. “Where’s Fido? I just can’t wait to hear him talk and listen to him read something!”

“Dad”, the boy says, “I have some grim news. This morning when I got out of the shower, Fido was in the living room kicking back in the recliner reading the morning paper, like he usually does. Then he turned to me and asked “So, is your daddy still messin’ around with that little redhead that lives down on Oak Street?”


The father says, “I hope you SHOT that lyin’ S. O. B.!” 

Aug 18

Moving On

Well, time has come for me to move on. I have spent the past two months grieving my precious Mandy [2], but now is time for me to put away my one true grown kitten to adding a new picture, but always the cat family. So today I would like to also present two pictures of my great grand niece and nephew.

My life until last fall was that I was without children, not even the children of my niece and nephew, since they lived in PA and I was ensconced in NYC. But after my husband died, my niece asked me to move to Indiana to live and to be near to her.

I was  now going to be closer to her own children; maybe, one day they will marry and have chikdren.

Well my grand niece, Nicole married and still lives in Fort Wayne, but my grand nephew, James married and lives in his wife’s state of Minnesota. But they have both had children, and I have met them, loved them, and reune with them as often as possible. The panel beneath this one contains pictures of both my great grand niece, Raegan and my great grand nephew, Maximus. With these introductions, please view the panel below. Presenting Raegan and Max:

Aug 18

Shorter than 2 dimes

It might be better if I kept my ramblings to myself, but that’s no solution to having a web site where my ramblings are presented.

I have now lived in Fort Wayne, Indiana for 8 years and I have never once remarked about how wondrous and courteous people are here. I have found people very respectful, protective and helpful to this old lady. I have been helped in the grocery stores, at my car at time of placing the groceries there, at the doctor’s waiting room when I have been led to the front of the line by people I know have been waiting a considerable time. While I am very appreciative and have thanked them, I feel that they have been far and above the under-rated thank you. Nevertheless, my thanks are heart-felt and come from my inner self who never believed that she (me) has ever warranted their help. But, if anyone of you is reading this now, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart. Each of you has earned another star in your crown.

And those are my ramblings for now. I had every indication when I developed this site that I will ramble in small items, never typing more than can be read in a short period of time. But you now know why I am never found on twitter. There is no way my “comments” can be restricted by a few hundred words.

See you next time.


Sleeping Cats
Sleeping Cats
Aug 18

More “Ramblings” from Mandy

Things I’ve Learned…..!

I should not play tug-of-war with Dad’s underwear when he’s on the toilet.

The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff.

I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I’m lying under the coffee table.

It’s not a good idea to roll my toys behind the fridge.

To keep my humans happy: I must shake the rainwater out of my fur BEFORE entering the house.

I will not eat the cat’s food, before or after she eats it.

I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the house when I am about to throw up.

I will not throw up in the car.

I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc.

I will not lick Mom’s face after eating animal poop.

I will not eat any more socks and then redeposit them in the backyard after processing.

I will not see the diaper pail as a cookie jar.

I will not wake Mom up by sticking my cold, wet nose on her bottom end.

I will not chew Dad’s toothbrush and not tell him.

I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people will think I am hemorrhaging.

When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it’s raining outside.

We do have a doorbell, but I will not bark each time I hear one on TV.

I will not steal my Mom’s underwear and dance all over the back yard with it.

Mandy and Dad
Mandy Resting on Dad's Lap
Aug 18

And, Yet Again

If there is one thing to be learned through a long life is that nothing ever stays the same. One has to be prepared for changes and be able to roll with the punches. I had made a decision after Mandy[2] died, that I would close this site and spend the rest of my time playing with games on my computer, since I was no longer planning to ramble for public consumption.

Then, after I had already notified Siteground that I was not going to renew, I decided, well heck, I am not ready to retire to inactivity and keeping my ramblings inside myself. So here I am with another ramble, another decision not to act my age (a terrible command for “Seniors”, anyway).

My presentation to “Sisters Over 70” about controversy in Country/Western Music of the 20th century is now over. I thought it went well, but I received no feedback from my fellow Sisters as to how effective it might have been. Since so many women my age do not like “Country Music”, the theme just encouraged me more to present the info; I tried to react to how my Mother would have reacted had she ever listened to the lyrics of many of my favorite and loved music.

Of course, while preparing the music, I discovered as a “teen-ager”, were actually written and performed in the 70s, well into my marriage and adulthood. I know memories are sweet to think on, but time has a way of morphing itself in strange ways—especially as memories.

But surprisingly enough, Comcast now has a classic western (country) music channel that plays all the old music of my listening years – mainly from the 40s and early 50s, although I did get my fellow students at Mt. Sinai Hospital School of Nursing, (NYC) (most of whom had never even heard Country music) to listen to the music. We all began yelling “Hee-Haw” around the dorm in our free time.

Believe it or not, there was a Country Music station in NYC in 1950, but I do not know if it still existed after my marriage in ’56, since my husband liked show tunes and I became a Broadway music listener after that.  But the Comcast music, which I listen to now, plays the songs I do remember from the 40s and 50s and, surprisingly to me, I actually remember the words to most of the songs