I bought the very first edition of Barbie when it came out. It cost me 2 dollars! Man, I had to save my money for that doll! She had a black and white cruddy stretchy bathing suit that even I knew (at my young age) would fall apart as soon as it got wet. I gave it a hair cut since I didn't like the ponytail but found out the top of her head was sponge and had a comb-over (like Trump) to hide that fact. Ended up throwing it away. I never liked dolls but my BFF had one and the pressure got to me.
Thank you for your kind words. This disease is a nightmare. It's so hard to see your loved one slipping away and there's nothing you can do for them. It's a sneaky disease. It doesn't hurt the afflicted like a bruise or a broken bone would. It hurts everyone who loves them. Every single day. That pain doesn't ever go away, IMO. And there's no silver lining.
Hi, Lothar, thanks for the info. My dad's in a wonderful assisted living home 1/2 an hour from me. They are very good to him. I am disabled so I can't care for him myself. All his money is funneled into his care. When that runs out he will have to get gov't support. The sad thing is he and my mother never, ever budgeted for anything so nothing was put aside for their futures. I sold their home and that's all that's keeping him in this facility. It's a nightmare, truly. I live in a new home in another state from where most of my family still lives so I know no one down here. Perhaps I will try to make some online connections. Thanks for your help and concern.
My dad's going through this right now. My mother left him 3 years ago ("I'm not having fun anymore.") and moved to a different state so I am the only one who sees him. He doesn't know me but he recognizes me because I always bring him something sweet for him to eat. He tries so hard to speak but his words are lost or garbled. Sometimes he cries and I feel like I know why - he misses his wife. I hate this disease. I want my dad back.
Well, I wasn't trying to throw shade @ New Yorkers although I can see how some would see it that way. Being from Massachusetts I know lots of New Yorkers and it's such a huge state with a diverse amount of folks. Most of them that I have met are great. My point in my comment was I'd prefer the more solitary life than living in a very big city.
IMO, IF you can afford to spend 93 million on an apartment in NY then maybe, if you get your brain back, you would consider buying your own castle or island for a whole lot less money. Personally, New York is fine but I wouldn't want to call it home when if I have enough money to own a mansion by the ocean or an island all to myself and my family. Would I really want the extra hassle of living in New York with New Yorkers just so I could say I own the most expensive apartment in the world? No. I don't think I would...
This reminds me of a very old joke. A Texan goes to Harvard and is walking on the green when he comes upon a group of preppies. He says: "Excuse me, but could y'all tell me where the library is at?" One preppy sneeringly responds by saying: "We, here at Harvard, never end a sentence with a preposition." To which the Texan says: "Well, excuse me! Could y'all tell me where the library is at, A-Hole?"
IF, and that's the whole bit of it, IF the cat wanted to stay then I would let it go to the new home owner. I like to think I'm a good pet owner and my pets would never want to leave me but... if the pet was so fickle that it would be happier with a new caretaker then... 'as you wish, kitty (or dog)'. Go and be happy. I shall miss you but I shall find another (dog or cat) to replace your absence.
Sorry. I have seen their past light shows and found them much more entertaining. True, lots of work/effort went into this but I got bored quite quickly. Better luck next year, guys...
I had a pretty successful business selling gourmet dog treats for about 15 years until my back said "Enough!" I hit all the arts and craft shows in a wide area of my state. Well, one of my very first shows I ended up selling almost completely out by 10am. All of my shelves were empty and I only had 3 8oz bags of cookies left on the table. 2 people came and each bought a bag. That left just one lonely little bag on the table. People passed buy as I smiled and showed them the last bag of cookies. Got lots of strange looks, like perhaps they thought it was a joke or a prank or something. Finally 1 woman came up to the table and asked me what I was doing. "Selling my organic, gourmet dog cookies," I replied. "Well, where are they?" I gestured towards the lonely little bag of cookies. "That's it? Did you already sell out?" I nodded and smiled. She dug into her purse and gave me the 5 dollars and bought the bag. As she walked away I heard her say, "I don't even have a dog but I feel so bad for that one bag sitting there all by itself."
I grew up in Massachusetts and we had an amusement park at Revere Beach. It had the rickety old wooden tracks, too. One ride was called the Wild Mouse. My mom took me and my brother there during the summers. I was 3 at the time and still remember this 1 life scarring adventure. Mom decided we would all ride the Wild Mouse. I said "No" but was shouted down. I got crammed down into the boot of the car, my brother was behind me and mom behind him. My head was the only thing poking out of the car. The Wild Mouse took off and shot up and down the tracks. Finally, after it reached the very top of the tracks it would make horrid jerking motions as it rounded the corners, teetering as if trying it's best to fall off. To this day I am terrified of roller coasters. BTW, it was not uncommon for the Wild Mouse cars to fall off the tracks from time to time. And, yes, people died but that amusement park lasted for decades.
About 20 yrs ago I asked my dad why we had never gone to Poland to visit his relatives in "the old country". Imagine my shock to learn that all of my grandfather's Roman Catholic relatives in Poland were killed in Auschwitz during WWII. I never even considered that their numbers printed on their arms were tattoos. I always think of tattoos as colorful, spiritual and/or fun. Silly me. Thank you for this article. It makes things a bit clearer for me.
Finally 1 woman came up to the table and asked me what I was doing. "Selling my organic, gourmet dog cookies," I replied. "Well, where are they?" I gestured towards the lonely little bag of cookies. "That's it? Did you already sell out?" I nodded and smiled. She dug into her purse and gave me the 5 dollars and bought the bag. As she walked away I heard her say, "I don't even have a dog but I feel so bad for that one bag sitting there all by itself."