<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449785950370224100</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:28:34.178-04:00</updated><category term='health care'/><category term='bs'/><category term='techs'/><category term='Mary Winacoff'/><category term='customer service'/><category term='out-sourcing'/><category term='the world at large'/><category term='Lenore Winacoff'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='B&apos;nei Mitzvot'/><category term='gov&apos;t'/><category term='Morris Winacoff'/><category term='hp'/><category term='Paul Newman'/><title type='text'>Pnina  Ponders</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts of a leftover hippie</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pnina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00372893492661101910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449785950370224100.post-8489871661245299706</id><published>2009-04-06T13:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:46:05.899-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gov&apos;t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bs'/><title type='text'>Long time no Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Since October, I've had a lot going on. I went bankrupt in November...In December, my SSI was cut off (no notice-it's called emergency SSI, so they are not required to tell you!) I am on my second appeal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In March, the government saw fit to cancel my Medicaid (again without notice{only emergency}), after taking a bus and walking 2 miles to a dermatology appointment to take care of some bleeding skin problems(cancer?). Who knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I have no way to see doctors and prove I need the SSI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am getting food stamps(Thank G_d!), but I am falling further into debt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I couldn't pay my property taxes OR my utilities OR my $130 per mo. maintenance to the Homeowners' Assn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I make $250 a month cleaning the pool area and picking up the trash around the complex (That is my total income per month!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I got the flu(could not afford the shot), last month and am still dealing with the remnants of it (With an infection in my lungs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;NO MONEY-NO DOCTOR-NO ANTIBIOTICS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have $40 to my name, and I can't pay this month's bills either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;To top that off, Passover is in 2 days and for the first time in my life, I must celebrate it Alone. I wasn't invited anywhere for the Seder. My aunt and uncle were invited "somewhere" to someone's home(friend of my late mom), but did my aunt think to ask that friend if I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;be invited??? THAT HURTS! Last year, when I still had a car, I was invited to my mom's best friend's daughter's home, at the last minute. I was SO happyto have aplace to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;NO CAR-NO JOB-NO MONEY- NO LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;According to my mother's best friend, there are tons of job openings and EVERYONE is hiring...BULLCRAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm very depressed and I must wait 1-2 months on a waiting list to get an appointment for therapy for free (The County charges $40 if you haven't got insurance or Medicaid-Even on a sliding scale, Jewish Family Services charges $20-25).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In the meantime, I hang on to hope and my sanity, praying I won't do anything rash, while I wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My whole life is on hold, and, in general, doesn't feel particularly worth living. My friends sat they'd miss me. I figure, in a few months memories of me would fade and disappear and I would be in oblivion. The only obstacle to offing myself is to make sure someone would take care of Moishe, my Jewhuahua, and give him a loving home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am tired all the time now, active or not, feeling quite the parasite on society, and my friends and family. What to do...what to do...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4449785950370224100-8489871661245299706?l=pninaponders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/feeds/8489871661245299706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4449785950370224100&amp;postID=8489871661245299706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/8489871661245299706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/8489871661245299706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time-no-be.html' title='Long time no Be'/><author><name>Pnina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00372893492661101910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449785950370224100.post-7725664375741005029</id><published>2008-10-29T16:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:29:12.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lenore Winacoff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morris Winacoff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Winacoff'/><title type='text'>In Memory of Uncle Morrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To Morris Winacoff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Morrie&lt;/strong&gt;-I will miss the kind gentle man I knew &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; my life; birthdays, holidays, glad time and sad times. ALWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had fought in Italy during &lt;strong&gt;WWII &lt;/strong&gt;and at some point married my Aunt Lenore. Uncle Morrie doted on her...She died from a heart attack in 1977 at the ripe old age of 49.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he married Mary, a lovely little lady, widowed, too. We all knew her because she and her first huband (another good man) were friends with Lenore and Morrie...Mary was totally absorbed into the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary doted on Morrie and vice versa. For the last 31 years they both tended and loved one another, in sickness and in health, a wonderful marriage. During that time, Morrie discovered more family, reunited with his progeny and was incorporated into his own family, their life moments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when my late mom's twin called to tell me her late (Oldest) sister, Lenore, ...Well, anyway, Uncle Morrie had passed away. He had had a form of Leukemia which seemed to progress slowly. The last few years had him in the hospital several times, not including the prostate cancer, with chemo and radiation, etc. This year, in and out of the hospital and a lot of transfusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; once, did I ever see Uncle Morrie raise his hand or his voice, get angry, or say anything cruel or mean to another human being. I thank him for being an important part of my life, a dear gentle man, a role model of how to be a patient and kind soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will think of you often, dear man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4449785950370224100-7725664375741005029?l=pninaponders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com' title='In Memory of Uncle Morrie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/feeds/7725664375741005029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4449785950370224100&amp;postID=7725664375741005029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/7725664375741005029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/7725664375741005029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-memory-of-uncle-morrie.html' title='In Memory of Uncle Morrie'/><author><name>Pnina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00372893492661101910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449785950370224100.post-8217636671113107770</id><published>2008-10-26T19:07:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:05:46.222-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B&apos;nei Mitzvot'/><title type='text'>So, How was Your day??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;All day today,I thought about IT...The "it" being a nasty phone call, I recieved last night.  Earlier, my day began with a ride to a B'nei Mitzvot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this case, it was the Bar and Bat Mitzvah &lt;em&gt;(a Jewish rite of passage undertaken and celebrated now,by both boys and girls, at the approximate age of 13 years)&lt;/em&gt; of my late mama's best  friend's grandchildren.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was taking place at a nearby &lt;em&gt;Shul&lt;/em&gt; (synagogue).  Having no car (mine died and sold for $200 to a junkyard), I was given a lift with a lady (friend to the grandma) who had bad legs and so had a driver drive her.  I thanked them for picking me up and while I gave them directions to the Shul, she told me she had had 11 spinal fusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When we arrived at the shul, her driver opened her door, set up her 3 legged walker with apocket in the middle to carry things, then helped her situate herself with the helpful tripod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;She had a gift bag for the children, with her purse in it, as well, which I brought out of the back seat, when I got out of the car.  I handed her the bag, then opened the heavy door into the building for her.  She walked into the Shul, and as the door was closing, I saw another older lady trying to get out of the car that had pulled up.  She was having trouble negotiating the curb, so I went outside to help her, extending my hand to her.  She took it and I reopened the door ushering her inside. She thanked me and walked off to a group of people milling around between the pews, where the actual service was still going on, and rows of chairs behind those pews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I waked toward the pews, spotted my aunt and uncle, and sat down with them. It was a nice feeling to hear and participate, lose myself in the familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;chants and liturgy I had heard since early childhood.  The kids did their parts beautifully, and their speeches did themselves and  family proud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hitched a ride to the reception wth my aunt and uncle, and had a wonderful time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was home by four, and the day had gone well, or so I thought.  Then out of the blue, I get a phone call from Susan, the lady with the driver.  She called me.  She was irate, angry and verbally abusive as she read me the riot act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;She said that she had fallen down immediately after she had walked inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(though i went in less than 90 seconds later), that since she had brought me to the affair, I owed it to her to tend to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; needs and no one elses.  She spent at least six minutes berating me for my selfish, thoughtless, unkind nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I called my mom's friend to set things straight.  She called &lt;em&gt;Susan.  Don't you know that Susan called me an hour later ( Thank G-D for Caller ID!), &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; so I did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;NOT answer it, the voice mail did.  When I played it back later, there was more than three minutes of ranting...I deleted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have a bumper sticker on my front patio door. It says, "No good deed goes unpunished!"  This seems to be an accurate summing up of my lfe as does Murphy's Law!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I die, I hope people will remember me as an honest, gentle, accepting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;soul who always tried to do the right thing, loved well, gave of herself and held on to her life only with the help of her sense of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4449785950370224100-8217636671113107770?l=pninaponders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com' title='So, How was Your day??'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/feeds/8217636671113107770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4449785950370224100&amp;postID=8217636671113107770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/8217636671113107770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/8217636671113107770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-how-was-your-day.html' title='So, How was Your day??'/><author><name>Pnina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00372893492661101910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449785950370224100.post-7254620871882334396</id><published>2008-10-07T23:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:52:48.841-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='techs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out-sourcing'/><title type='text'>international travesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I spent nearly ten hours&amp;nbsp;on the phone in the last week, trying to fix my HP lemon&amp;nbsp;of a computer, trying to get it working right. Who did I get help from? People from&amp;nbsp;3rd World countries. I am sick to death, of saying, "Please repeat that",&amp;nbsp;and "I cannot understand what you said".&amp;nbsp; I am tired of hearing response such as, "I am sorry for your inconvenience&amp;nbsp;", "Don't worry, We will solve your problems" with customer service and so called tech support from India&amp;nbsp; I had to recover it twice this week, made back-up disks that ended&amp;nbsp;up blank, lost all my pictures (family and the rest), all documents and everything else. Obviously, their&amp;nbsp; (HP's) DVD drivers suck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After paying $52.99 for their One-time fix, last month, I again had to pay $99.99 for a year's extended service plan. Imagine my surprise when I checked my bank account &amp;amp; discovered they charged me tax- even worse, a service fee from my bank for an international service transaction. Americans cannot find jobs but corporations continue to out-source.&amp;nbsp; McAfee scan yielded no infections after a 18 hour scan and crappy customer service/ tech support from the Philipines.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The $85 billion bailout is going to pay back debts to China and others,some of whom are our enemies or working with terrorist nations. Some will go to&amp;nbsp;Industry and Corporate CEO's, who will get&amp;nbsp;a million dollars a week to sit on their asses as they screw country and customers via bad products &amp;amp; outsourced services. What bailout- It is Bulls--t! People on fixed incomes or no incomes are the fodder these companies live on. Money IS the bottom line...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;no one and nothing else matters to&amp;nbsp;them.&amp;nbsp;Neither&amp;nbsp;We,the People, nor the ethics or morality&amp;nbsp;of their self-serving methods matters.&amp;nbsp; Humanity has no place in business,&amp;nbsp;or so it seems. If there is a Hell, I hope they go there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight I finally got from a real live&amp;nbsp;American, in America-Imagine THAT. Yipee...we are saved!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next week, maybe, I will tackle government assistance programs and health services in general.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4449785950370224100-7254620871882334396?l=pninaponders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com' title='international travesty'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/feeds/7254620871882334396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4449785950370224100&amp;postID=7254620871882334396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/7254620871882334396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/7254620871882334396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/2008/10/international-travesty.html' title='international travesty'/><author><name>Pnina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00372893492661101910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449785950370224100.post-223148272440702755</id><published>2008-09-29T02:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:35:29.867-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Newman'/><title type='text'>A Memory of Paul Newman</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;     When Paul Newman died last week, I cried.  A great actor had left his mark in Hollywood and a good soul had left the world.  I had always had a wee crush on him and one day, in 1983, I actually got to meet him. I was doing the clinical part of learning to be a unit secretary.  It was at Broward General, a hospital in Ft. Lauderdale, and he was working on a movie called "Harry and Son", with Robbie Benson. Word spread around the hospital, that Mr. Newman was doing a scene of the movie in "our" hospital and the ladies and girls were all smiles and giggles, hoping to get a glimpse of this beautiful man.  I was working in the obstetrics ward, and some of us had a break. Hearing he was on our floor, we started to look for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not quite running or  walking, we went through the halls to seek him out.  As we sped by an alcove, and I saw him out of the corner of my eye. The others kept going and I stopped.  He was just standing there .  He was not very tall, was wearing a cabbie hat and just leaning against the wall. He was older than I thought him to be and not as big as he appeared on screen.  I smiled at him and he smiled at me.  Briefly, I thought about asking him to give me his autograph, but all I had with me was a package of instant cocoa.  Now what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; I thought better of it, out of respect for his privacy. I looked into those clear twinkling eyes of his, smiled and said hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Suprisingly, he smiled at me and said hello back. I felt my face get warm and blushed.  I said "Thank you", he smiled and I walked away, feeling like I was on top of the world .  That feeling lasted me for a week.  From then on, every time I saw him on screen, I remembered those few moments, got a gentle tingle all over, and smiled inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE was a good and sweet man, and I will miss him.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4449785950370224100-223148272440702755?l=pninaponders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/feeds/223148272440702755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4449785950370224100&amp;postID=223148272440702755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/223148272440702755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/223148272440702755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/2008/09/memory-of-paul-newman.html' title='A Memory of Paul Newman'/><author><name>Pnina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00372893492661101910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449785950370224100.post-6289267074777474470</id><published>2008-09-12T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:33:58.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a happy camper or what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why is it that when you do not have any money, in order to go bankrupt, you must put out &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much money to file and spend a fortune to actually Go bankrupt?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It isn't the filing fee that is costly, but the lawyers' fees and the classes you must take that can put you into a financial abyss! Then, if you cannot afford the lawyer, you have to face hearings and courts by yourself. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very Scary!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Being in a courtroom is frightening. I have been called for jury duty 3 or 4 times. Never got on one( possibly because every thought I have shows up on my "no poker face; or During a break,I was blowing bubbles on the courthouse steps...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Who knows...I certainly wanted to serve,partiallyso I could see the legal system at work, do my civic duty, and get paid a whopping $15 a day(obviously I am unemployed). But nooooo...I remained unchosen. By the way, I NEED a JOB! Anybody want an ex-teacher who types 17 w.p.m.???????? I do have a good sense of humor and one of my friends refers to me as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt; "Paulyanna". Now...Who wants to play the GLAD GAME??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;God bless whoever is reading this...and God help me, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4449785950370224100-6289267074777474470?l=pninaponders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/feeds/6289267074777474470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4449785950370224100&amp;postID=6289267074777474470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/6289267074777474470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/6289267074777474470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-i-happy-camper-or-what.html' title='Am I a happy camper or what?'/><author><name>Pnina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00372893492661101910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4449785950370224100.post-8418432974199392225</id><published>2008-09-11T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:22:16.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world at large'/><title type='text'>The 23rd Psalm Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The Earth is &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;our Mother; We shall not want.(How many are in need and left wanting?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She maketh us to lie down in green pastures:(How many do we have left?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She leadeth us beside the still waters. (How many are still unpolluted or fit to drink?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She restoreth our souls:(With how much madness can We cope?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She leadeth us in the paths of Righteousness for her name's sake. (How much Evil will block our path?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yea, though We walk through the Valley of the Shadow of D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;eath, We will fear no evil: For She is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;with us; (How long will We live.before &lt;strong&gt;She &lt;/strong&gt; can no longer thrive?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Her Atmosphere and her Order, they comfort us.(When will we clean Our air, So All can breathe?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She preparest a table before us in the presence of Our enemies; (Do we know the Enemies are Us?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She annointest our heads with oil; Our cups runneth over.  (When will we stop fighting over what Little remains?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Surely, Her goodness and mercy shall follow us all the days of Our lives and We will dwell in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the House of the Earth forever.  (That is, If we haven't been completely purged by Her!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;War, intolerance, natural and unnatural disasters, over-population, global warming, abuse of all resources, apathy, and self-interested politics all rip us and the planet apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For all our sakes, KNOCK IT OFF AND GROW UP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4449785950370224100-8418432974199392225?l=pninaponders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/feeds/8418432974199392225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4449785950370224100&amp;postID=8418432974199392225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/8418432974199392225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4449785950370224100/posts/default/8418432974199392225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pninaponders.blogspot.com/2008/09/23rd-psalm-revisited.html' title='The 23rd Psalm Revisited'/><author><name>Pnina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00372893492661101910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
