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Sadly for Colin, his girlfriend has traded him in for a newer model, sometimes life can be a challenge for troopers.
For this weeks MarcoMondays theme Emotional
One day in eighth grade, as school was letting out and I was walking to the pickup line, "Runnin' Down a Dream" was echoing down the hallway. My history teacher, Mr. West, had a giant boombox in his classroom that he would occasionally blast at the end of the day when he was in a good mood. Initially, during my childhood, hearing Tom Petty was a bit of a running joke for my family, given how frequently he would play on a variety of stations (including Classic Rewind, pictured) considering he was active for so many decades... but I grew to love his music nevertheless. Thanks to Mr. West's selection of music on his boombox, I distinctly remember that as a good day.
Yesterday (and the day before, and today) was not a good day.
May Mr. Petty, who passed away last night from cardiac arrest at 66; legendary Memphis wrestling commentator Lance Russell, who passed away this morning; and of course all of the victims of Sunday night's horrible Las Vegas shooting, rest in peace. May the hundreds injured in that attack as well recover completely and quickly. May the loved ones of all who were hurt or lost their lives - and Tom, and Lance - also find the time and means to heal. My thoughts, prayers, and condolences go out to everyone affected.
For those of you looking to escape reality and the news of these tragic losses, my regularly-scheduled uploads continue Wednesday (tomorrow) night with a teaser photo. Until then, I leave you with a collection of some of my favorite Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers songs.
Stop Draggin' My Heart Around (with Stevie Nicks)
Don't Come Around Here No More
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my dear friends ... it is with a broken heart that I am posting this photo of my most beautiful boy ... Zak passed away this morning ... his death was not expected .. we are stunned and heartbroken ... what will we do without him here at our side ...
Dearest Zak - the house is so quiet without you - the place you used to lie is empty: the smiling face and loving eyes have gone - strong and brave, I feared nothing when you were with me - now, no one follows me along the woodland path - beloved comanion, do you miss me as much as I miss you? May God grant you blue skies and warm sun, until we meet again - all my love - Mommy xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ugh... I'm heartbroken, again. This is the 3rd time in just a few weeks that I've done major damage to one of my dolls.
First it was chipping my poor Hannah's face and eyes while changing her chips
Then I dropped my Clove (Alice Chery Blossom Piggie) and her ear broke off and had to be glued back
And, today, when undressing Edyt so that she could get a hair wash and straighten, I discovered that these crappy pullip socks she'd been wearing -- for a few weeks -- not even all that long -- have permanently stained her legs...
Ugh, this stuff keeps happening to me.
Edyt says: "Mom, strike 3, you're out"
Seriously though, if anyone has any suggestions for cleaning her up, I'd appreciate it. I've tried a few things already... Some household type cleaners, the Mr. Clean Sponge, Even Sanding... No luck. Wah...
In making this miniature dollhouse scale (1:12) pine hutch, I applied five coats of paint, sanded, brushed, and damp washed each layer before applying the next one. The resultant color is deep green with bits of glitter to signify magical ability.
I make my hutches one at a time… from start to finish. There is no assembly line in my workshop. No elves either. For this reason, this is truly one-of a-kind. I keep no written “recipes” for the color or instructions for the items I create to put into/on my hutches. Pieces on this hutch are from nature or created at the time I was working on it from materials at hand at that time.
i found her when i was riding my bike today, August 11th, in the middle of nowhere, laying beside the road in the glaring sun. Since i was about 15 miles from home, my only option was to call Animal Control (the dog pound) to come pick her up. Meanwhile i flagged down all 3 vehicles that came by to try to get food for her. She is VERY thin and there were no puppies in sight despite the condition of her teats. I waited there with her until the "dog catcher" arrived. Who knows how long she had been there. She appeared dehydrated and weak.
I checked on her later at the pound was told since she is a pitbull the puppies were probably sold and the mother dumped to die. Look at the despicable environment she has at the "shelter". She had NO FOOD, NO WATER and NO BEDDING of any sort. A jagged piece of rusty metal is visible right above her head. I don't know what fate is worse for her. I went back again this evening and told the officer i would take her to the emergency vet tomorrow (Sunday) if she appears to be going down. He promised to call me with an update on her. But what will become of her? Why are people so mean to pitbulls?
Please CHIP IN if you can
Why you break my heart?
Every time we depart?
I thought you loved me
I thought you were my dove
When you go bye, bye, bye
I simply go why, why, why?
My heart crumples into dust
Out of all the one’s I lust you the most
My heart is torn
It can’t be re-born
This can’t be real
This wasn’t the deal
You were my bumble bee
Now I can’t even humble you
I remember when we first met
Now your saying to let go.
So what now?
This is how it end?
Why did you leave me?
Is there even a reason ?
We helped Jake cross the rainbow bridge this evening at 2135, after receiving a call from Dr W that he was getting weaker and would probably not survive the night.
The asthma, his weak heart, pulmonary edema and bleeding from the plavix were too hard for him to overcome.
I held him in my arms as Dr W helped him and he went peacefully....
Mom and I are devastated and heartbroken but Jake is now at peace...
Thank you all for your emails, well wishes, prayers and support.
They all meant a lot to me.
xo
(i will post a final series at a later time)
I am heartbroken.
UPDATE:
It is with heavy hearts that we share this update. The lack of improvement in Valor’s neurologic symptoms after a week of aggressive supportive care led us to the decision to humanely end Valor’s suffering before his condition deteriorated further. We learned yesterday afternoon that Valor had tested positive for West Nile virus; we had suspected that this was the cause of his symptoms. Infection with this virus is not always fatal in birds; however, after seven days of intensive supportive care, Valor remained slow to respond to stimuli and displayed no signs of improvement. He had to be force-fed as he showed no appetite and refused to hand-feed or self-feed. Valor was extremely lethargic and had head and body tremors—signs of advancing West Nile disease. Our professional assessment was that it was extremely unlikely that he would recover, even for placement at an educational facility. Subjecting him to further treatment, handling, and captivity and prolonging his suffering would have been inhumane and contrary to our principles as wildlife rehabilitators. A necropsy will be performed at another facility.
In the past five years, we’ve treated 300 Bald Eagles along with over 10,000 other wild birds that have relied on us for care. As professionals, we do our very best for each and every single patient, as we always have and will continue to do, and this includes Valor. We share the deep sorrow you feel for his loss and hope you know that your passion for native wildlife matters. It is so inspiring to see the community rally behind a wild animal in need; thank you to everyone who showed support for Valor and Tri-State. While this outcome was not what we wanted, there are thousands of success stories of animals receiving a second chance at life in the wild at our center and wildlife rehabilitation centers around the world—this is what motivates our staff and volunteers to continue caring for wildlife in need every day. To understand more about West Nile Virus please go to: www.raptor.umn.edu/our-research/west-nile
This week my Parents would have been married 69 years.
Mom was a young and beautiful 16 year old in Mobile Alabama and Dad was a young strapping sailor stationed at NAS Pensacola Florida which was about 45 miles away.
Dad's roommate Tully had a date with Mom's oldest sister Inez but my Grandfather wouldn't let any of his 9 girls date alone (Grandpa was also the Sherriff of Mobile County... so ya did what he wanted) so Tully asked Dad to come along and double date with "the kid sister". When the two young sailors arrived on G Street in Pritchard (Mobile) Alabama my Mother was sitting on the front porch swing cutting out paper dolls and when the young men walked up she hid the scissors and dolls the only place she had... underneath her. Even though the scissors were poking her in the bottom she wouldn't let them know she was playing with paper dolls.
Well, one thing led to another and about a year or so later Dot and Dick were married and honeymooned in the thriving metropolis of Milton Florida and stayed at the Exchange Hotel (which is still there). They moved into Petty Officer's housing on NAS Pensacola as Dad was now an AOM 1st Class. Life was good for a short while and then came December 7th 1941.
The base went on lockdown after the attack on Pearl Harbor happened, all of the "regular Navy" blokes (i.e. Regular Navy were the guys already IN the Navy when the war started) were shipped out to the fleet and Dad was assigned to the air group on the 1st USS Lexington. He arrived on board ship in time for the Battle of the Coral Sea which was the first naval battle where the two opposing sides never sighted one another. All the fighting was done by aircraft for the first time ever.
The Lexington was sunk, Dad swam away and was rescued. He returned to the states for his 30 days survivor leave in California. He wasn't there long when he was promoted to Chief Aviation Ordnanceman and shipped right back to the Pacific, this time in an air group aboard the new light carrier USS Bataan. Here he would spend the rest of the war, only learning by mail (several months later) of the birth of his first child of four.
Connie was born on November 22nd 1942. Connie would not see her Daddy until she was nearly 6 years old. After the end of the war, Dad returned home and life picked up somewhat where they left off. Dad left the Navy and got a job with my Grandfather on the Sheriff's department in Mobile County Alabama although the Navy would come calling twice more in Dad's life and recall him to active duty for Korea and Vietnam until he eventually retired from naval service as a Chief Warrant Officer.
In August of 1948, along comes my middle Sister; Phylis Irene. From the very beginning she was Daddy's girl! In fact, during her entire life; Phylis only received ONE spanking from Dad and he felt so bad at having spanked her that he took her right out and bought her a new dress! Much to the chagrin of the older Connie (to this day in fact, LOL).
Well, the family moved back to Dad's boyhood home of St. Petersburg Florida and took a job with the Equitable Insurance Company and before you knew it along came a SON, finally a SON. Little Boy Gregg did not survive long enough to even be given a name and his parents and sisters were heartbroken but their unbending love for each other kept them together through it all.
Mom and Dad gave up on having the Son that they always wanted and life got back to normal. And then low and behold in August of 1958...boom! Along comes that boy they had waited for; and God help them all now, LOL. I was born on 28 August 1958 at St. Anthony's Hospital in downtown St. Petersburg Florida. Dad had been moonlighting at night selling coffee to cafes and bars for the Cooper Coffee Company to "pay for me". We are / were a very close family, rarely argued, discussed everything important before making a decision and my Parents quickly became my best friends. A friendship that lasts through to today.
January of 1998 Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease and over the next ten years I watched as the only hero I ever had shrank in both memory and stature into someone who barely knew me or the rest of his family. And for ten years I watched my Mother care for the love of her life with a tenderness that continues to amaze me. She promised him "no homes or "facilities". Your place is at home with me and with me is where you shall stay until you are through here and go home one last time.
She kept her promise and in January of 2008 my Dad, the best friend I've ever known, the only hero I've ever needed and the rock of my very existence went home to his maker and now he hurts and suffers no more.
My Mother has lost the love of her life, her reason for getting up in the morning and her partner of so many years. Family has gathered around her and we nurture her as she did for each of us so many years ago; but she is a smaller and more frail person because of her struggle of the last ten years. Her mind is sharp and her smile as warm as the day I first saw it when she welcomed me into this world. So many memories flood my mind as I write this, trips, parties, good times and bad but always, always together and joined in love. My parents taught me what it meant to love, to value, to honor and to repay over and over debts that were given for no other reason than "because we love you". They taught me the difference between right and wrong, true and untrue, that a man is only as good as his word and that a man will give his very life and breath for that that he believes in and loves the most and that if a man compromises these things that he is a weaker being because of it. I frequently fall short of the pillars that my Dad set forth, and as I was taught; I am a lesser man because of it. I alone can decide if I can live with this or not. Sometimes what doesn't appear right at first is exactly what is right for you in the long run. I am a patriot today because of my Father's example and teachings and will remain so until my own last breath one day.
So many memories, so many happy memories. Loving faces, warm touches, funny stories, adventurous times and the one word that keeps coming back to me is "together". That is how we did things... Together. I love my Mother and Father more than I can express. I am grateful to them in so many indescribable ways for not only my very existence but for who I am today. Not always proud of the choices I make but always in the knowledge that no matter what, I will be loved. I miss my Father terribly. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him and our time together.
On the last day that I saw my Father alive, he was brought out to me in a wheelchair and was slumped forward and nearly limp. My Brother in Law who was caring for him bent over and spoke into Dad's ear and said "Dick, you remember that little boy you had? Well he's here, it's Victor; Dick. He's right there." My Father raised his head out of the slump that had become so familiar and the blank and distant eyes looked at me and it was if a weak little light was turned on and his eyes once again lit up and a small and weak smile came over his face when his eyes locked onto mine. And in less time than it took to read this, it was gone. The blank stare and lost eyes returned and then that evening Dad slipped into a coma and the next morning he was gone. But MY FATHER SAW ME AND KNEW ME. HE SAW ME AND HE KNEW HIS SON WAS THERE, and he smiled at me.
The next morning Dad's breathing became weaker and weaker and about ten AM my Mother and my Sisters and I gathered round Dad, we laid our hands on him and one by one we said thank you to him for all he had done for us; that he had fought such a brave fight; that we loved him; and that I would take care of Mom and the girls like he had taught me to do for so many years, and that he could rest, relax and when he saw the hand of the Lord he should reach out and take it and go home, we would be alright. Less than an hour later, Dad was gone.
Mom was caught somewhere between relief and grief where she remains to this day. She is a stong woman and is working her way steadily through the stages of grief with the help of all of us.
The days don't seem quite as bright as they used to for me. I feel a hole in my heart that nothing seems to fill; no matter how hard I try. I miss my Dad, I always called him "Daddy", so much it hurts. It's like a part of me has gone away and has become lost. But don't be mistaken, I do feel his presence. I know that my Dad will be with me always and that I will see him again one day. That day is what I pin my hope upon.
Richard Bentley Gregg, thou good and faithful servant; pass forth now into thy reward laid up for you in heaven.
Dorothy Iona Gibson-Gregg; thou good and faithful servant. Much riches are laid up for you in heaven and here on earth.
Mom and Dad always told us that we were the richest folks in town because after all... We Had Each Other.
October 23rd, 1939 - October 23rd, 2008.
I Love You Mom and Dad.......
Victor
Update as of January 2023: My dear mother, Dorothy Iona Gibson - Gregg went to home to meet her maker after a long battle with dementia. Her end was not calm, quiet or merciful. It was terrible and I could not get there fast enough to be with her at the end. My mother became very angry after my father's death. She became angry at my father and also with others that she loved. She particularly carried a huge load of anger toward me for I was the one that was tasked with forcing my mother to move out of her and my father's house and move in with my oldest sister Connie. Mom passed away on May 6, 2013. I did not arrive until the next day. I had been out of the country on business and simply could not get there in time.
Mom's earthly remains were interred with my father's remains at Barrancas National Cemetery on board Naval Air Station, Pensacola Florida where so much of both sides of our family have been stationed, went to school and / or are interred there as well. My parents are together again, the only place they ever wanted to be. Both my sisters have passed away from dementia or alzheimer's and I find myself feeling so incredibly alone these last few years. I know that I will see them again one day and that gives me some comfort. My family is mostly disjointed now and broken up. The glue that my parents represented that held the clan so closely together is gone..... and the clan has not survived the loss. My own children are estranged from me and my only son, Nathan and I have not spoken in over six years. I miss all my children terribly and sadly of my six grandchildren.... I've only met one. Things just aren't right with the world anymore and I've given up trying to fix things. They are what they are. My own decisions and behavior are much to blame and I carry that with me daily. My parents would not approve of my decisions or behavior but I have come somewhat to terms with that. One day, one day...
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When I'm a bee,
I fly erratically,
looking for flowers.
to help make honey
Where are you, Queen?
I respond just to You
I bring my nectar only for you
I feel your presence near
Buzzit! I feel strange,
downright deranged.
What's that in black?
Is our hive under attack?!
Humans are very fine
targets for my behind.
Buzz, buzz, I make a pass;
Now he gets a piece of ass
Uh-oh, what's that smokin'?
Bzzt, I'm feelin' heartbroken.
Bee hearts are so tiny
And easily broken
I'm flying
erratically
so high now
I'm out of breath
I'm closer to death
I'm going down now, drifting
I'm going to sleep now, dreaming
of my Queen in our Hive of Honey
When I'm a bee...............................author, Beat Spiccoli.
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You don’t know this yet, because today is only the last day of August 2021, but you will be heartbroken and very sad and mad this December when your desperate attempt to return here to Las Vegas to attend the George Strait Show at the T-Mobile Arena, and to attend the Reba McEntire and Brooks & Dunn Show at Caesars Palace will be unsuccessful! 😔😒 You don’t know this today, but you will become terribly fearful that both George Strait and Reba McEntire may have performed their last shows in Las Vegas and may be considering retirement! 😕😧
Bummer!!
But in the meantime, your fabulous seven day Solo Vegas Fling has come to its conclusion! But unlike George Strait and Reba McEntire, you will return! You won’t be back this December, but you will be back in April of 2022 to celebrate your birthday. So go home today and be patient. Make sure you and your very lovely lady get your Pfizer COVID-19 Booster Shots. Do try to convince your very lovely lady that the Coronavirus Global Pandemic will go away one day. Have a nice flight home. 😌
Had a friend from class meet with me after work to work on a different class project. After that we just went around taking photos. My idea was to have a well dressed woman, sort of like a Disney Princess, look lost of love, heartbroken, etc. Hopefully I conveyed this well. Also tried to make it look like she was a puppet with her strings cut. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!