Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Busy Week

It's been a busy week for the NYPD: they had a person die while in Police Custody, there was a security breach at the Brooklyn Bridge, and their Summer Crime Initiative has begun to take effect.
Of course, everybody wants my opinion. I can't go to my Community Pool without being stopped and asked what my husband thought of the incident where a Staten Island man died.
It's tricky.
Usually people ask you such questions because they have already made up their minds, and they want or hope that my husband's "official" opinion will back up whatever it is that they already believe.
Keep in mind there's always more to every story.
Keep in mind that the person that died in Staten Island was well-known to the Police; he had thirty-one prior arrests. Perhaps that means nothing in the big scheme of things. Perhaps it means a lot.
I read an Editorial in today's New York Post that put it quite well:
I would like to add that if any of our NYC Council Members would like to go out and do my husband's job one fine day, they're welcome to it. I could definitely recommend a great Dry Cleaner after their tour on the tough streets of the South Bronx.
A Dry Cleaner, you ask?
That's for after they piss their pants.

Monday, July 14, 2014


Apparently some flaming piece of garbage thought that a great way to seek notoriety would be to kill a cop in Jersey City this weekend. This defies not only logic, but the basic human compassion that most people are born with: "Hey Pals! Let's say we shoot a cop this weekend so we can lead the Evening News!"
Great idea.
Now there is a 23-year-old rookie cop shot and killed. A family decimated.
Police returned fire, killing the scumbag suspect.
That's good news. The good people of New Jersey should not have to pay to keep this animal alive while Officer Santiago is unable to enjoy the same benefit.
That said, I am saddened to think that this individual felt that this would be a great way to get his name in the papers.
Officer Melvin Santiago. That's the only name worth mentioning here.

Friday, July 4, 2014

Happy Independence Day!

Although the weather in the Northeast has been rainy, stormy, and wet...I'm hoping to see the fabulous NYC Fireworks display tonight on television...and I hope wherever you are in America that you enjoy a stellar Fourth of July Weekend.
That said, I heard a very old song this morning that some of you might know as well: America by Neil Diamond. What jumped out at me was this lyric: Freedom's light burning warm.
I am so very blessed to live in America.
This Holiday I encourage you: do you have a dream? Pursue it.
I still believe that anything is possible here.
May God Richly Bless and every day.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Feel the Same

After having a child, I still feel the same way that I did about my dog.
This might not seem like news to some people, but for those of you who are not in the Puppy/Person Mom Circle (I'm calling it that; not sure it exists) I feel I have a duty to clue you in.
I cannot count the sheer volume of people who told me---insisted, even---that once I had a child, I would no longer feel the same way about my dog.
"Whatever you feel for your dog, you'll feel a million times more for your child!" They would announce, eyes glazed over, a knowing look on their face.
I even had someone who is obviously mentally ill tell me, "I hate my dog now."
Something to look forward to, right? As if a pregnant woman doesn't have enough unknowns on her plate: let's just throw that one on the pile. The one soul that loves you unconditionally becomes a lesser being in the minds (and apparently the hearts) of Moms Around The Town...and we are supposed to say, what?
God, I'm looking forward to that! Oh, to only have room for one person in my heart...YAY!
(Insert sarcastic emoticon here)
If you are expecting, or even thinking about it...and you find yourself unsure as to how you will feel about your family pet, let me offer you this alternative avenue of thought: Old is like Drunk.
Did you ever hear someone say that a cantankerous old person is nasty simple because he or she is old? I always disagree and say that person was nasty when they were young: old is like drunk, it just magnifies whoever it is that you already are.
If you're a happy person as a general rule, you're probably a happy drunk. And if you're a nasty person...a nasty drunk is sure to follow.
So where's the connection, you ask? Hang in there...I'm getting to it.
If you loved your dog and considered him/her a family member before you had a child, you will in fact continue to love your dog, and even though you may have less individual time for your pooch, the fabulous thing about dogs is that they love you no matter what. So don't worry. And don't listen to other people's experiences. They're theirs. Yours is yours alone.
Most people find that they have room in their heart for more than one being; the majority of dog owners I know are not species-prejudiced.
You might even find, when that beloved baby is crying, teething, and tugging at your leg...that your love for your dog grows. Because they don't ask for much. They need food, love, and water. A walk, a ball...a rub on the belly every now and again.
And trust me when I say that you should take the time and rub that belly. You'll be better for it.
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