FRIENDSHIP

THE MIGHTY OAK

FIRST OF MY PICTURES

memories of my pets

I was in my friend, Mary's house and we were watching the film Marley and Me. The story is so simple and if your a pet owner you can really relate to it. I'm sure everybody who has or had a dog can see some of the antics that Marley got up to. When Marley leg hugged the dog trainer, it reminded me that my first dog Topsy did the same with the milkman. My dog Topsy like Marely would wait for me to get off the school bus. Topsy was named after my dad's dog. I remember we couldn't think of a name for our ginger cat, until we noticed one of my cousin's eating mints so we named the cat Minty. Though I can never remember any of my dogs destroying furniture, I do recall Millie(named after the year we got her, 1988, course it got shortened from millenium) the cat clawing the chair in my room. Boy do I relate to Marley's owner with the issue of STORMS, when there was one, Daisy made a bee line to my bedroom. She wouldn't come down until she was ready! She was half corkie half Jane Russell and very stubborn. When Marley was being put down it reminded me of the time when Daisy our last dog was being put down. The poor dog had a tumour for six week before we discovered.
But despite all their faults we all love our pets.
I would love to hear your memories

A tribute to a friend

Last Sunday, I went to collect for SVP in Our Lady's of Victories, I noticed a sign "Home with God" and a black sash draped on one of the confession boxes. Upon closer inspection, I discovered it was Father Tuite, the spiritual director of the two conferences in Sallynoggin.

I approached the sacristan. I was saddened that he'd died on the Tuesday, if I known I would have attended the funeral or the removal. Sacristan and I argeed that he would go directly to heaven.

Father Tuite was a very spiritual man. When I think what qualities you would need to have of having a vocation, he springs to mind. He had a warmth and friendilness about him. I goyt the impression that he was loved in the parish of Sallynoggin. I discovered that he had 17 operations, between bye passes and leg operations, but in all my dealings with him, I don't think I ever heard him complain. It was the cancer that got him in the end. I hope and pray that he didn't suffer much towards the end

Father Tuite is sorely missed by all the members of Our Lady's of Victories and Our Lady's of Visitation SVP conferences in Sallynoggin, and I know I speak for everybody that knew him that I hope he's gone to his eternal reward in heaven.

Money not good enough

In this time of recession the banks have decided that they want more from you than your money. They claim you life. They've become fortunetellers.
As in the case of my mother. My father died four years ago, so they assumed when my mother closed the joint account that she would be joining him. They didn't informed her of this fact, until she decided to transfer the paying of her pension from the post office to the bank. The bank then informed the social welfare that my mother had passed away four years ago. If this is the case why did she want to transfer the payment of her pension from the post office to the bank? Who's been signig her cheques for the past four years(The fraud squad should be called in!)? The question I want to ask how could the bank have been so stupid?

The pain of the anti-virus

Every computer hack will give you the advise update your anti-virus on your computer regularly. Well I'm guilty of not following that advice. The main reason is I cann't afford to. I was in a friends house recently and there was a man updating her anti-virus software. He said one software package isn't enough. So he installed several. I watched and they seemed to be working, so I asked him for the list.

I took the list home and proceeded to download the free anti-virus software programs. Thats when things went haywire. I couldn't even access my emails. The lesson I learned you can only have one anti-virus software or your computer will go into meltdown!