Month: May 2008

  • What I look like now

    Here is a picture of me with the ugly sling. I wear the brace like a good girl, but hate the sling. It sure does help though. Typing takes so long without my right hand :(

  • The answers

    Ok....time for the answers to the age questions.

    I am 26. I was 18 when we got married in 2000. My husband is 29 (30 in August) and was 21 when we got married.

  • uhhhh....not fun

    I hyperextend my right (dominate/most used) elbow. Right now my right arm
    is in a brace and a sling. I am in pain :(
    Not sure how long I will use the sling as I hate it. The elbow  brace I
    will use for over a month :(
    I am having to learn to use my left hand to do everything. Typing is a lot
    slower :(
    Hoping the pain eases quickly.
    Prayers are greatly appreciated.
    Thank you

    Post telling our ages coming up later, so if you still haven't guessed, get you guesses in :)
  • husband

    Ok...People have already thought I am robbing the cradle.....or that he is my son LOL. (Hasn't happened real recent. It normally happened before the facial hair. but still people don't place him has my husband normally. They think cousin or something lol)

    Now that you have guessed my age (please go guess if you haven't) and before I tell you how old I am....guess how old my husband is :) Here fresh from the camera. Just taken tonight. Pictures to help you guess.

    Tomorrow or Monday I will tell you how old we are :) SO join in the fun and guess for both. I am really enjoying reading the guesses :) This is fun.

    So How old is he?

  • how old

    Recently someone a few people were really shocked when they found out my age. I would love to hear how old you think I am. How old do you think I look?
    Don't worry. Be honest. I wont be offended :) I think it is really neat to hear stuff like this. So please tell me. How old do you think I am?
    (I will tell you how old I really am later and then you can find out how close you really are)

     

    So tell me...How old am I?

  • Puppies

    Many people visit Lancaster County because
    they are lured by the appeal of the country of the past. Perhaps they
    are looking for a slower more peaceful pace.
    At Zoning Hearings Amish Farmers have
    stated that they have to raise dogs because they can't earn enough from
    farming the land to support their families.

    You can see scenes like these all over
    Lancaster County. Horses pulling heavy wagons in 100
    degree temperatures, horses pulling buggies in heavy traffic, horses
    being whipped for not doing what they were told to do and thousands of
    horses being dumped at the New Holland Horse Auction to be sold for
    slaughter. These people have said time and time again that it's cheaper to
    use up a horse, dump it and buy a fresh one than it is to take proper
    care of the horse to begin with. The Pennsylvania Legislature and the
    Pennsylvania Department of Agriculture have exempted farm animals from
    the cruelty statutes.

    Drive down any country road in Lancaster
    County and you will see signs like these often. Dogs are viewed as a
    cash crop. Ads in the news papers often state cash only. Amish and
    Mennonite farmers have publically stated that dogs are livestock and
    there is no difference between a dog and a cow.

    Lancaster County Pennsylvania has been called the Puppymill Capital of the East Coast

    Pennsylvania - the Commonwealth of Cruelty. You've Got a Friend in Pennsylvania - Unless of course you are an animal.

    The dogs are kept in small wire cages
    for their entire lives. They are almost never allowed out. They never
    touch solid ground or grass to run and play.

    Female dogs are usually bred the first
    time they come into heat and are bred every heat cycle. They are bred
    until their poor worn out bodies can't reproduce any longer and then
    they are killed. Often they are killed by being bashed in the head with
    a rock or shot. Sometimes they are sold to laboratories or dumped. This
    is often by the time they reach five years old.

    Dogs in puppymills are debarked often by ramming a steel rod down their throats to reputure their vocal cords.

    Puppies are often taken from their
    mother when they are 5 to 8 weeks old and sold to brokers who pack them
    in crates for resale to pet stores all over the country.

    "Aaron H. Zimmerman said it was unusual that his dogs were drinking
    slimy green water in leaky cages stained with feces. 'You ought to come
    visit when I have everything cleaned up.' His kennel sits behind the
    horse-drawn buggy in the driveway, between the barn and the house. It
    comprised fewer than a dozen wire bottom cages in poor repair. Several
    inches of waste had collected under the cages. Feces hung from most
    cages' wire bottoms. Much of the concrete was stained." Philadelphia
    Inquirer

    The Amish say they raise dogs much as they would any other
    livestock, restricting the dogs to small cages and killing parents when
    they are no longer productive." New York Times

    "...Amos J. Stoltzfus wants to run a kennel with no more than 40
    breeding dogs, an up to 80 dogs, including puppies, at any one time. He
    has no plans for an area to house the dogs, but currently has a 12 x 40
    foot area of open pasture enclosed by an electric fence where he keeps
    the dogs. Shelter for the dogs is provided in a calf shed and behind a
    carriage. There was fire in an equipment shed at the Stoltzfus' farm in
    April. He housed nine cocker spaniels and a boxer in the shed and all
    died in the fire. Such disregard for life mocks decency." Dog and
    Kennel Magazine

    Lancaster County has the highest concentration of puppy mills in the
    United States. Do a google on the Amish and
    puppy mills. Look at the pictures and read the newspaper articles that
    come up. Nothing has changed despite attempts by Harrisburg to push
    through laws.

    Amish country is synonymous with puppy mills,
    and Lancaster County is the capital of Pennsylvania puppy
    mills, with more than 200 kennels

    Virtually all
    puppies at pet stores are from a puppy mill.

    If only things could have been different

    I don't remember much from the place I was born. It was cramped and
    dark, and we were never played with by the humans. I remember Mom and
    her soft fur, but she was often sick, and very thin. She had hardly any
    milk for me and my brothers and sisters. I remember many of them dying,
    and I missed them so. I do remember the day I was taken from Mom. I was
    so sad and scared, my milk teeth had only just come in, and I really
    should have been with Mom still, but she was so sick, and the Humans
    kept saying that they wanted money and were sick of the "mess" that me
    and my sister made. So we were crated up and taken to a strange place.
    Just the two of us. We huddled together and were scared, still no human
    hands came to pet or love us.

    So many sights and sounds, and smells! We are in a store where there
    are many different animals! Some that squawk! some that meow! Some that
    Peep! My sister and I are jammed into a small cage, I hear other
    puppies here. I see humans look at me, I like the 'little humans', the
    kids. they look so sweet, and fun, like they would play with me!

    All day we stay in the small cage, sometimes mean people will hit the
    glass and frighten us, every once in a while we are taken out to be
    held or shown to humans. Some are gentle, some hurt us, we always hear
    "Aw they are So cute! I want one!" but we never get to go with any.

    My sister died last night, when the store was dark. I lay my head on
    her soft fur and felt the life leave her small thin body. I had heard
    them say she was sick, and that I should be sold at a "discount price"
    so that I would quickly leave the store. I think my soft whine was the
    only one that mourned for her as her body was taken out of the cage in
    the morning and dumped.

    Today, a family came and bought me! Oh happy day! They are a nice
    family, they really, really wanted me! They had bought a dish and food
    and the little girl held me so tenderly in her arms. I love her so
    much! The mom and dad say what a sweet and good puppy I am! I am named
    Angel. I love to lick my new humans!

    The family takes such good care of me, they are loving and tender and
    sweet. They gently teach me right and wrong, give me good food, and
    lots of love! I want only to please these wonderful people! I love the
    little girl and I enjoy running and playing with her.
    Today I went to the veterinarian. it was a strange place and I was
    frightened. I got some shots, but my best friend the little girl held
    me softly and said it would be OK. So I relaxed. The Vet must have said
    sad words to my beloved family, because they looked awfully sad. I
    heard Severe hip dysplasia, and something about my heart... I heard the
    vet say something about, back yard breeders and my parents not being
    tested. I know not what any of that means, just that it hurts me to see
    my family so sad. But they still love me, and I still love them very
    much!

    I am 6 months old now. Where most other puppies are robust and rowdy,
    it hurts me terribly just to move. The pain never lets up. It hurts to
    run and play with my beloved little girl, and I find it hard to breath.
    I keep trying my best to be the strong pup I know I am supposed to be,
    but it is so hard. It breaks my heart to see the little girl so sad,
    and to hear the Mom and Dad talk about "it might now be the time".
    Several times I have went to that veterinarians place, and the news is
    never good. Always talk about Congenital Problems. I just want to feel
    the warm sunshine and run, and play and nuzzle with my family.

    Last night was the worst, Pain has been my constant companion now, it
    hurts even to get up and get a drink. I try to get up but can only
    whine in pain. I am taken in the car one last time. Everyone is so sad,
    and I don't know why. Have I been bad? I try to be good and loving,
    what have I done wrong? Oh if only this pain would be gone! If only I
    could soothe the tears of the little girl. I reach out my muzzle to
    lick her hand, but can only whine in pain.

    The veterinarians table is so cold. I am so frightened. The humans all
    hug and love me, they cry into my soft fur. I can feel their love and
    sadness. I manage to lick softly their hands. Even the vet doesn't seem
    so scary today, he is gentle and I sense some kind of relief for my
    pain. The little girl holds me softly and I thank her, for giving me
    all her love. I feel a soft pinch in my foreleg. The pain is beginning
    to lift, I am beginning to feel a peace descend upon me. I can now
    softly lick her hand. My vision is becoming dreamlike now, and I see my
    Mother and my brothers and sisters, in a far off green place. They tell
    me there is no pain there, only peace and happiness. I tell the family,
    good-bye in the only way I know how, a soft wag of my tail and a nuzzle
    of my nose. I had hoped to spend many, many moons with them, but it was
    not meant to be. "You see," said the veterinarian, "Pet shop puppies do
    not come from ethical breeders."

    The pain ends now, and I know it will be many years until I see my
    beloved family again. If only things could have been different.

  • One of the Mother's day video's

    Here is one of the video's I took of the mother's day program

  • From my children....

    My oldest son's class had a mothers day thing today. They sang songs to us and gave us pictures they made of us and flowers. I took pictures and videos. I will try to add the videos later.

    Here are the flowers that my daughter gave me

  • yay, Apple

    Bonnie's babies (dwarf russian hamsters) had their first bit of food today. They had an apple slice. They really loved it.
    Here are some pictures of the fun :)