To be flattered or not ... that is the question

Soooo ... I have to give pretext ... the whole story really ....

I received an emergent call this past friday (11/21) from my ex's sister, whom I am still on friendly terms with. She tells me that her friend, who is visiting NYC, is in trouble and needs me to pick up some money being wired to her from my ex's sister. She says that her friend has enough for the night but that tomorrow (saturday) morning is when she could wire the funds for her friend.

So on saturday, I get a call from my ex's sister instructing me on where the funds are going to be and what hotel her friend is staying at. It's apparently, the Sheraton Hotel on 53rd St and 7th Avenue. Now it's disclosed at this point that her friend is running from a fiancee which is the reason why she couldn't risk going out to get the wired funds herself and required a 3rd anonymous party to pick it up and deliver the funds to her. Now, so far I'm like OK ... someone's in trouble and I'm willing to help out where I can so long as there is no danger to me. Well I tell Putz and he agrees to go with me on this mission.

We finally get the funds and show up to the Sheraton Hotel and i'm told by my ex's sister that I need to go to the front desk and ask for a manager by the name of John and that he would take me to her friend, Carla. So i manage to locate this manager but to my notice, he seemed a little take aback that there were 2 people and that the second person happened to be a male. In any case, he took us up to a deserted cafe on the 44th floor of the hotel and left us there and said that Carla would be up "soon". By now, both Putz and I are both feeling very anxious and the situation seems very strange and none of the pieces of the puzzle are adding up.

Did i also mention that about 2 weeks ago, my ex had suggested to me that he wanted to come and say hello to me and i told him that it wouldn't be a good idea b/c i was going to be headed to AK that weekend, which i really was going to do until i discovered that it was going to cost me an additional $900 to change my ticket. Anyways, if you're running from a fiancee and in desperate need of funding why wouldn't you be waiting for the 3rd party that's delivering the funds? Secondly if you're in need of funds why would you be staying at an expensive hotel like the Sheraton? Thirdly, why not just have me give the funds to the hotel manager and have him deliver the funds to her, if she wanted it to be so anonymous and inconspicuous? So then while putz and i are sitting there discussing this lack of story congruency i get a call from my ex's sister and she asks me if i have someone else with me, if it's a male and most importantly if the male is a "boyfriend". Yes, yes and yes.

Turns out ... there really was no lady with a child running from a fiancee who is desperate need of funds. She was just helping her brother (my ex) find a way to get me to the hotel so that he could surprise me and ask me to go with him to Hawaii to live for the rest of our lives together. WTF?!?!?!?!!? Apparently the original plan was for him to show up at my job ... but b/c he missed his flight that morning to NYC he didn't end up getting into NYC until Saturday morning which had to change all of the plans. Well Putz and i left the money on the table and took off ... Putz was livid that he didn't even bother to ask whether or not I had a boyfriend or not and just decided to put this whole charade together and send us on a wild goosechase that wasn't even real. I was disturbed that he would fly all the way to NYC just ask a girl he hadn't even been dating or building a relationship with to live with him forever ... he had this grandiose fantasy that it would all just workout, just like in the movies! It was a ludricous idea! It might have worked if the 2 people were still madly in love with eachother but were just separated by distance but that certainly wasn't OUR case. I broke up with HIM and had no intention of rekindling that relationship EVER. I never sent him any mixed messages/emails ... you know, like something along the lines of "you know Richard, I've been thinking ...". I have NEVER sent him anything like that at all and never plan to.

So Putz and I left and then i get a call from his sister telling me that he had put an $80K ring aside to propose to me with and i'm thinking to myself ... if you have the money to blast like that ... why don't you just save your money give me the money you owe me for the business loan i'm trying to pay off and call it a day?! I would appreciate you so much more for that! Than a surprise trip out to NYC that dragged me out in the bitter cold on some wild goosechase. I didn't appreciate that at all. It was very selfish of him coz during this entire thing, although the gesture is appreciable, was all about what he could get for himself and not really taking into consideration how I might feel and whether or not I wanted him to be here. Anyways, then he wanted to meet me in person to talk ... i didn't think this to be a good idea but he was insistent and so I finally conceded and we agreed to meet. But 5 minutes later, I get a call from him and he says that he changed his mind and that he really doesn't want to meet.

He's fine with just talking on the phone and then he proceeds to call me a liar and vilify me and victimize himself just like he always did when we were together. It was no different, he was no different and I was like "oh well, see? this is EXACTLY why it would have NEVER worked." Well I spent like 2-3 hours listening to him whine about how hard he worked for me and how he did all these things for me and how in love with me he was and how horribly I treated him and used him and abused him, yadda, yadda yadda! At some point I just stopped trying refute all of his ridiculous claims coz i realized in his head he was convinced that i was a wretched bitch who he still desperately wanted to be with! Hilarious.

But at the end of the day, the only person who knows the real truth about what happened and what was in our hearts is GOD. He's also the only person i really need to answer to, no one else. GOD knows I didn't treat him as horribly as he said I did, GOD knows I'm not a liar, and GOD knows that I NEVER cheated on him (I've never been a cheater in my life and never will be, I've been cheated on and I know how it feels and I would never want anyone else to feel that sort of pain b/c of me, but Richard is 100% convinced that I have cheated on him, so f- it, whatever). Then he goes on and on about how he could have dated this girl and that girl but that he told all of them that his heart belonged to me (Why?! crazy!) and that it was clear that I just moved on and it was "his" turn and that he was releasing me of my "covenant" with him. What covenant?! I NEVER made a convenant with him, ever. Then he mentioned that he should have listened to ALANA!!!! HHHHAAAAA!!!!! When he said that I knew he was totally bananas! He said that Alana had warned him a long time ago that I would hurt him. Alana said her family warned her that I was just using her, but her parents were all for it when I offered to help move Alana to NYC. It's hilarious ... the 2 people who have ever, in my lifetime, accused me of being a user or a heartless, villainous bitch were Richard and Alana and they both are stark mental. It sucks though b/c i thought things were just fine the way that they were going and now everything is all f'd up again ... sigh.

Pops in the Hospital

Fantastic news ya'll...

My dad is in the hospital ... I was out enjoying myself with some friends and our dogs at this restaurant called Buzina Pop. I was through 2 glasses of Malbec and some Carne Seca appetizer watching Obama SMASH McCain with glee and then I get a call and normally i don't answer "unknown" phone calls. But something told me to answer the call.

I answered it.

It was my mom, she had news ... "Dad's in the hospital ..."

I think my heart stopped. He's still in the hospital today, awaiting his Cardiac Catheterization in order to be able to give him a proper diagnosis.

Why is he there? How did he get there? Well according to dad ... he was at work and suddenly he felt his heart racing and he felt dizzy, faint and weak and short of breath. All signs of a heart attack or possibly Atrial Fibrillation. But we can't be sure until the results of the cath are complete ... they said his appt was for 10am ... but it's 11:45am and he STILL hasn't gone in. I'm not surprised. Not at all. Standard procedure according to my experiences in the field of cardiology & cardiac surgery. Hurry up and wait.

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HAPPY 2-YR BIRTHDAY SCOOTER!

For all of ya'll who know my little Scooter booter ... he is the sweetest, cutest, cuddliest, stuffed-animal-look-alike westie you will ever meet! I've met alot of westies and I have to say that Scooter is, hands down ... one of the cutest ... and no that's not owner narcissism! LOL! It's just the truth. Look at him!

Scooter's Story:

Now I know many of you will look at Scooter and think about how precious and cute he is ... but his life wasn't so cute .... about a year and a half ago.

Roughly 2 years ago a cute little westie was born ... the reason why I don't know his exact birth date like Ronny (his brother - by pack not blood), is because his very first owner lost all of his paperwork!

They purchased John Paul (JP) his "original" name for the woman's little girl. I'm sure at 8 weeks JP (aka Scooter) was a little 5lb bundle of joy and cuteness. But as time progressed and no one took the initiative to potty train, that little 5lb bundle of joy and cuteness became an 8lb- 10lb peeing and pooing machine. We know how often puppies pee and poo, if you've ever owned a puppy you KNOW, LOL! It can be infuriating but you can't blame them ... they don't have diapers, well they do NOW, but it's not normal for them and they have tiny bladders.

So at age 4 months Scooter was tied (this is my timeline according to the information sources I have, it can be wrong, but until someone comes up with evidence otherwise ... I'll assume this was the approximate scenario) up outside in the backyard ... this is roughly late January, early February. By the way, we ALL know how cold it is at that time of the year right? If you live anywhere in the Tri-State area you know that's the coldest time of the year! So at the coldest time of the year Scooter was tied out and left in the yard and that's where he remained for the next 4 months, until...

One of my friends, Lourdes, who also happens to be a distant relative of the former owners of Scooter went to visit them at their home in the Pokanose (is that how you spell it?) section of PA, which is a very affluent and well-to-do neighborhood. During her visit, she noticed Scooter out in the back and not only did she take note of his plight but she also noticed that he was still just a PUPPY. She managed to persuade the owners to let Scooter go. A week later my friend Monica, drove to PA to pick up Scooter.

She brought Scooter back and put up an ad on Meetup.com asking if anyone was interested in a westie puppy and put his picture up. At that time, I had just started my job as a paralegal working 13-hour days and was distraught that my poor little Ronny was home all alone and depressed. I felt he needed a brother to keep him company through the day while I was gone at work. So when I saw the ad for a FREE RESCUE westie pup I jumped at the chance!

JP, Ronny and I first met on July 4, 2007. I felt when I got Scooter at the time that he needed a new name, for a new start. Many people who were in the meetup group and who were aware of JP's situation were very much against me changing his name, but I felt that he was young enough that the name change wouldn't affect him much and anyways, he was going to my pup and I would be caring for him PERMANENTLY so it, really, at the end of the day it was going to be my decision. So I changed JP's name to Scooter. *^_^*

The name change couldn't have been more perfect! Scooter actually scoots along the floor when he's feeling particularly playful, which I didn't know he did until about a month after I re-named him. Scooter had a horrible haircut when I first got him though, because his original owners had just left him outside and his hair had become so matted that the only thing to be done was to take scissors to his fur and chop and they used clippers without guards so he had a lot of superficial burns and cuts from the scissors and clippers. It looked awful!

Well about 2 weeks after having Scooter and letting him settle in, I contacted the original owner and asked her for Scooter's papers and veterinarian information. She had neither. She had lost Scooter's papers and he had NEVER been to a veterinarian since being with them. The ONLY shot Scooter had ever had was the deworming shot that the breeder had given him. Talk about irresponsible! I immediately scheduled Scooter for a full-set of puppy shots and to-date he is completely up-to-date with all of his shots! He took the visit to the vet like a champ!

Scooter additionally used to eat as much food as you put down and more if you put more down. He would eat so much that he would throw up. Then after throwing it up he would try to eat it again! Yikes! That only signified to me that while he was tied up outside he wasn't being fed regularly so he had the mindset that he should eat as much as he could then throw it up and eat it later ... get it while you can right? Some would argue this is a problem in many dogs, but it's not Scooter's problem because over the last year and a half he no longer eats that way. He's just like Ronny now, he eats until he's no longer hungry and isn't afraid to leave uneaten food because he knows that there will always be more.

You couldn't pick Scooter up either when I first got him. He had no idea what it was to be handled and cuddled by a human being. He was so awkward when you picked him up, he didn't know how to relax and he would totally go rigor mortis and freak out, you couldn't roll him over on his back at all, he would fight TOOTH AND NAIL! Additionally, Scooter was aggressive towards certain men of a certain look, especially if they wore large coats or sweaters with hoods. He would growl and posture aggressively towards them. Many things that Scooter did in the past lead me to believe that he was not only neglected but also possibly abused. But that's in the past and we've moved on.

Scooter is now a mushball! LOL! Ask anyone! HE's the sweetest, darlingest little westie ... he makes friends with everyone (people and dogs alike - except with a few pitbulls, I have no idea what his problem is, as a pitbull could eat him for dinner easily! LOL!). He rolls over readily onto his back to have his belly rubbed and enjoys being held in most people's arms now. What a change! He loves to sit on your feet and give pedicures and snuggles up when it's cold or when it's bedtime. I'm just so blessed to have him in my life and it's his BIRTHDAY today! My arbitrarily set birthday for him ... I got him July 4th, 2007 at 8 months so i figured his birthday was November 4th-ish. What a special pup and what a special day! His birthday landed on one of the most historically important days in the world! He's getting a gigantic pork chop! He'll be in heaven ... but after a bath first! LOL!

I'm a tough mom ... what can i say! LOL!

VOTE VOTE VOTE!!!!

Hey all!

This is my FIRST TIME EVER voting and i just want you all to know that truly is a milestone! I have never been interested in voting ... even when I was totally against the Bush regime I wasn't convicted nor inspired enough to go out there and vote, but one man has inspired me to vote, Barack Obama.

Not everyone may share my views ... he's an idealist ... so am I ... so we kind of share the same values, views and ideas. Please don't misunderstand me, I am not a fanatic, I am not a FAN ... I am a supporter who agrees, for the most part, with Barack's vision for this country. I dont' agree with every point he makes, nor with every issue he supports or does not.

But what I do know is ... you should go VOTE!!!! I did. I got my sick (yes i'm totally infected!), lazy (really lazy), half asleep tush out of my warm bed and shuffled to the polling site at 8:30am. Although I had really said to myself that I was going to go closer to 7:00am ... LOL ... didn't happen.... clearly. But I suffered for my laziness, procrastination and waited an hour before I could vote. But I voted and that's what mattered.

As a note, should you all decide to vote (and I hope that you all do! Regardless of whether or not your state is blue or red) do NOT wear any Obama-wear or pins ... nothing. It's apparently known as some ridiculous term like "campaigneering" ... totally bonkers. Bring ID, please know what election district you are registered in or you'll be waiting even longer. You can always do a little bit of research online to find out where you're registered and what polling site is your polling site. For New Yorkers, like me (although I would really consider myself a New-Californi-Alaska-Yorker LOL!), if you go to nyc.gov you can type in your name and address and it will give you the breakdown! I'm sure it's mostly the same for all other states!

So .. yeah ... that's all I wanted to say ... go VOTE.

Cheers!