You Don't Know If You Have The Next Moment, Let Alone Tomorrow—So...

As much as Kirk Douglas' turning 100 looks like it's going to happen, one can't assume that it will—please stop making a big deal of it unless and until he does. For all that you know, he could die tonight or within the early hours of tomorrow.

Besides, consider Lana Wood, any survivors of Jean Spangler and her baby (whom happens to be a cousin of mine), and even layperson sides of the Danilovich family (the **** that one can't make up—many of us are unhappy with how Kirk Douglas wreaked more Danilovich havoc on other people. As I say—and with a hypocritical lack of better wording than "crazy"—Daniloviches either are crazy, attract crazy, or both are and attract crazy—although some of us end up relatively unscathed by the craziness and end up not scathing others).

Do you think that they and those like me really like watching as Kirk Douglas gets away with hurting others as he may live to be 100, and that three of his victims took what he did to them to the grave—and that he directly took two to the grave? The Kirk Douglas behind the fame and wealth of Kirk Douglas is one whom has used fame and wealth to hurt others (not that other stereotypical Daniloviches don't use what they have to hurt others, anyway).

Besides, these quotes (and ones which—trust me—capture that something that's in the Danilovich water) should disturb you (and I don't know who started the **** in the shtetl where we got the Danilovich name, though some common ancestor in Dunilavičy did start it. By the way, the qoutes aren't always in their original order.):

Virtue is not photogenic. What is it to be a nice guy? To be nothing, that's what. A big fat zero with a smile for everybody.

I've made a career of playing sons of bitches.

Making movies is a form of narcissism. 

I've always believed virtue is not photogenic, and I think I've always been attracted to a part, uh, I'd rather play the *evil* character, most of the time, than the nice fella. And I think it really *bothered* my mother, because she would tell people, "You know, my son's not like that, he's really a nice boy!"

I can't tell you how many times someone has said, "I've heard you're such an S.O.B.I'll say, 'Who said that?' Ninety percent of the time, it;s [sic.] someone with whom I've never worked. [Note: 10% of the time, it's someone with whom he has.] 

 When you become a star, you don't change. Everyone else does.

[2011, on Anne Hathaway] She's gorgeous! Wow! Where were you when I was making pictures?  [Note: IMDB brackets original. Really nice to know that he thinks that when he has a wife!]

[Per IMDB's biography on him]: Hedda Hopper told him after he became a star with Champion (1949), "Now that you're a big hit, you've become a real S.O.B." Douglas replied," You're wrong. I was always an S.O.B. You just never noticed before.". 

By the way, I'll give my father—whom resembles his paternal grandfather's cousin—this: he has, as far as I know, never raped or murdered anyone.

Before you even assume, then, that Kirk Douglas will make 100, think about who'll cringingly watch as he's done nothing but hurt others in the end—and as a descendant of "Katarzyna" Daniłowiczówna Czerniecka and Abram "Wojciech" Daniłowicz, I implore you to think about especially what Natalie Wood, Jean Spangler, and my cousin by Jean Spangler suffered—and I ask you to think about what Lana Wood suffers because one of my Danilovich relatives once again wreaked havoc on the world, and others whom suffer as we leave them in our wake because of Daniloviches like Kirk Douglas.

Found via Google

ibid.

Natalie Wood in 1960.

Wait Until Hanukkah & Christmas, and What Reilly & "Momma" Want For Christmas

Even though Reilly was overwhelmed on Thanksgiving, the jury is out on Hanukkah and Christmas. For the past two Hanukkot and Christmases, she did well (😢—"Momma"'s baby's growing. She'll be three human years—and 32.3 dog years—exactly three months after Christmas, and she'll always be "Momma"'s puppy—and a puppy's always a puppy, whether a baby puppy or an adult puppy. 😢—"Momma"'s tearing up again.).

"Momma"'s not exactly sure if Reilly was okay with the nerot shel Hanukkah, though she did well overall. However, she merely tolerated the Hanukkah and Christmas cards for the first ones.

"Momma" made the card using Powerpoint.

"Mom-Mom" took this photo.

Reilly was grinchy about regular pictures on Christmas Eve, too.

As far as Christmas, Reilly liked the treats and toys—and she was heartbreakingly heartbroken and sad when "Momma" had to throw her donut-shaped toy—which was one of her favorite toys—away ("Donut has to go bye-bye". Poor Reilly was whimpering and whining in a gentle and "Please don't throw 'Donut' away" way. Incidentally, "Donut" was replaced with a squeaky-wheel toy named "Speedy".).

Reilly will then want the same kind of gifts for this Hanukkah and Christmas—e.g., treats, toys, family presence. As for "Momma", she wants a God-given gift for herself and Reilly—and Reilly would certainly be a gift in turn, though whether "Momma" would be may be questionable.


PS As "Auntie Nicole" was typing this, she gasped and dropped her mouse because she thought that she saw a bug crawling on her phone—and Camille looked at "Auntie Nicole" with a "What's going on?" and an "Are you okay"? expression.

La Tarde Del Día de Las Gracias de 2016 á La Casa De Santa Reilly

Last night, "Momma" discussed a noche normal ȧ la casa. On this Tarde Del Día de Las Gracias, partly in memory of one of "ancestors" of Reilly, "Momma" will discuss Thanksgiving Eve 2016 (which has the somber overture of the 42nd anniversary of Reilly's "ancestor"'s passing. Surprisingly, though, that wasn't brought up or recalled—though "Momma" is pretty sure that "Mom-Mom" is thinking about it, and supposes that "Mom-Mom" might be okay with "Momma" calling Reilly's "ancestor" "Pop-Pop Allen" or "Great-Granddaddy Allen" when she mentions him to Reilly.).

So far, Thanksgiving Eve has gone like the following:

• Camille growled at and scared Reilly for trying to also play with "Froggie"—poor Reilly treated "Froggie" like a treat or a toy in a "blankie"—Camille got to keep "Froggie".

Camille knows that she's cute and can get away with a lot.

• Camille also treated "Mimi" much better than she treated Reilly—she showed "Mimi" that she is thankful to be "Camille Dominique Allen-Czarnecki" (or if "Mimi" wants to get into touch with far-less-remote heritage, Camilia Dominica Charnetski y Alen—or really "Alan", since "ll" would be pronounced as "y" en español, and "Allen" was "Allan" beforehand.)

Camille is an undyingly-devoted "dogter". 

• Reilly tolerated as "Momma" positioned her Maltipoo ear in a perked-up position.

• She also reacted, including with a big yawn, as "Auntie Michelle" was doing some kind of tapdance or something.

A sleepy Reilly yawned to tiredness and excitement.

Bug-eyed Reilly made "Momma" laugh: "It was funny to see Ri bug eyed."

By the way:

1. Reilly and "Momma", and Camille and her "Mimi" wish everybody a Happy Thanksgiving (and "Momma" and Reilly particularly wish "Momma"'s to-be helpmate Reilly's future "Daddy" a Happy Thanksgiving, and "Momma" would still like to know about that early Christmukkah honor).
2. Since the "ancestor" in question was likely Sephardic through his maternal grandmother (whose father was likely un converso), to the mourners: 

מִן הַשָּׁמַיִם תְּנֻחָמו

From Heaven, may you be comforted.

Somewhat Offbeat: "Momma" Told You That Reilly's Not Well Behaved Enough To Be A Service Dog

Since an service dog would be required to be well behaved and younger than two years old, Reilly lacks the behaving nature and youth that a service dog must have. Even again using a pair of "Momma"'s underwear (yes; underwear!) as a tug-of-war and chewing today—notwithstanding that it was clean—and trying to eat a desiccant bead—albe that it was harmless, and she dropped it when she was told to drop it—automatically disqualifies Reilly from being even close to trainable for service-dog work.

If only Reilly had a more-able-to-be-authorative-than-"Momma" "Daddy", meanwhile! As "Momma" has stated, may God count loneliness for over three years—not to mention almost eight years after her first abysmal relationship ended—as enough of a fast and provide a Yom Kippur miracle to break "Momma"'s fast of loneliness—not to mention that Reilly turns two years and seven old in two weeks in terms of both Gregorian reckoning and Hebrew reckoning, since she was actually born on Second Adar 23 or 24, 5773! Besides, getting blamed for Reilly's disobedience when she was specifically told to go inside after eating "nasties" is not fun—after all, "Momma" had no chair to use as a porch railing and could not hold the leashes of Reilly and Camille—and even "Mom-Mom", whom was home yesterday due to Columbus Day, had a hard time getting going-back-into-the-backyard Reilly to come inside the house.

Incidentally, "Momma" remains jobless and unable to provide for Reilly as much as she'd like to provide for Reilly on her part—and despite that she uses LinkedIn appropriately—and she will be pleased with Reilly if Reilly's gifts of writing fodder to "Momma" lands or helps land "Momma" a job. 

Somewhat Offbeat: A Milestone October 11th (And Maybe a "Yom Kippur" Miracle If "Momma"'s Lucky) & Reilly's Afternoon Antics

The October 11th of 2016 is Yom Kippur 5776 & the two-week countdown to Reilly's two-year-and-seventh-month birthday—not to mention:

1. One month after the painful 15th anniversary of 9/11—and America somehow still stands strongly.
2. One month before the 98th Anniversary of Armistice Day
3. The day that is two weeks before Reilly's 2016 seventh-month birthday being on the same day as the Fast of the Seventh Month in 5776.
4. The day that Reilly would be fasting if puppies—including adult puppies, whom are "bark mitzvahs"—could fast and would have to fast for teshuvah v'kippurim.

While puppies cannot fast and do not have to fast for any reason, let alone l'ma'an teshuvah v'kippurim, especially because of today would Reilly certainly have to fast if she had a mitzvah to be a shomeret HaYom HaKippurim! Being a single "Momma" with a disability, "Momma" certainly had no fun with Reilly's disobedience as Reilly burst out of the back door while she was taking Camille to "go potty"—Reilly, albe unintentionally, added insult to "Momma"'s injurious state in life by making "Momma" chase her around the backyard, try to get her to avoid eating "nasties" such as mulch, and putting a neighbor in a bad position as he or she was unable to help get disobedient Reilly back inside and late leaving for a family obligation as a result—not to mention that the neighbor, even though he or she has recovered from his or her recent surgery, had the surgery only about a month ago.

This is also another reminder of why "Momma" needs a "Daddy" for Reilly as both "Momma" and "Reilly" get older—besides, an as-possible-as-able man would be able to have authority over Reilly than 5'1.75"-and-afflicted-with-CP-and-Scoliosis "Momma". Granted that, for example, the main person who inspired "Momma" to write about Reilly got frustrated when "Momma" once complained about her state in her life—as he understandably viewed "Momma"'s complaining as being a pity-party schtick, as most other people view it because they don't get how hard it is for "Momma".  

Still, as "Momma" wrote in her last "Offbeat" post:

"As if "Momma" isn't in enough pain, didn't hope for a miracle on Yom Teru'ah and National Boyfriend Day, and isn't even trying to be a good "Momma" to Reilly! As if "Momma" doesn't think about herself and "Reilly" getting older while "Momma" either needs Reilly's "Daddy" to come into her life soon or might have to end up remaining an alteh moid and being another stereotypical and forced-by-life case of the ableist argument that people with disabilities don't get married because society doesn't love them!

"'Momma' hurts enough for herself and for Reilly, and feels like Daisy in The Great Gatsby did:

"'Through this twilight universe Daisy began to move again with the season...'

"["Momma"'s own "twilight universe" is mental-illness flareups that only exacerbate "Momma"'s injurious situation in life.]"

On that note, may "Momma" have a Yom Kippur miracle and have God break her forced fast known as being single with little to no hope of having a "Daddy" for Reilly unless by some miracle. Whether "Momma" will observe the tzom l'Yom Kippur, by the way, is nobody's business but her business and God's business.

By the way, Reilly came back inside after the last time that "Momma" bribed her with yogurt—and Camille got extra yogurt for being a good girl and waiting patiently inside while "Auntie Nicole" had to chase Reilly, had to admonish Reilly several times, pray to a God whom seemed to be not helping her out at quite a few points, try to bribe Reilly with multiple treats (e.g., turkey, yogurt, peanut butter), try to trick her (e.g., "Is Mom-Mom home?"; "Let's go get some salmon."), and otherwise try to get her to go back inside after she explicitly disobeyed "Momma" by bursting out into the backyard as "Momma" was trying to get out through the doorway with Camille.

Also incidentally, as Reilly turns two weeks older and perhaps more stubborn, Reilly's 2016 seventh-month birthday will be wedged right in between what would've been "Momma"'s great-granddad Czarnecki's 112th birthday and his paternal grandmother's 178th birthday—and her namesake granddaughter's 119th birthday (and if only she'd've lived to 120 years instead of died in her 51st year of Breast Cancer!), By the way, "Momma" talks to Reilly about her human family all of the time—and speaking of family, Reilly's twice-removed cousin Shelby turns a year old on October 20th! 

September Birthdays, Including Half Birthdays—And Including Those Of Two Adult Puppies

Reilly and Camille will have their half-a-year birthdays this month, with Reilly being 2.5 years old and Cam now being an official adult puppy at 1.5 years old—and puppies do grow up so quickly. This is how they looked before and after their last half-a-year birthdays, by the way:

Camille on September 21, 2015

Camille on September 28, 2015—right after her half-a-year birthday.

Reilly on September 21, 2015.

Reilly on September 29, 2015.

And...

Reilly on her last half-a-year birthday!

They grow just within a matter of days, don't they? 

Meanwhile, Reilly and Camille have the same month for their half-a-year birthdays as some family members, family friends, and friends of mine have for their yearly birthdays—and if you're one of the family members, family friends, or friends whom was born in September (or if you're another September Baby), Happy Birthday from me (Reilly's "Momma") and Reilly! By the way, anyone who was born in September also shares a birthday month with one of Ri's and Cam's favorite seasons—Autumn! 

Two Years Since...

My Reilly came home!









While Reilly is a dog now and can no longer fit under chair the green chair, she's a (as the breeder warned us) feisty one (We didn't believe it, though quiet and docile Reilly showed us! By the way, both Reilly and Camille are evidence that good, loving, competent, and knowledgeable breeders exist, despite the adopt-and-rescue zealots whom like to slander, libel, and give a bad name to breeders just because of puppy millers—and why don't those "adopt, don't shop" types go reform the human-adoption-and-foster system, confront the "baby designers" and other eugenicists [including abortionists], and encourage adoption over IVF first?

(By the way, a family friend [Diane Magruder of blessed memory] referred us to Joyce, and Diane got to meet Reilly during the last time that she saw us. She never got to meet Cam, though she will see Ri and Cam at the Resurrection Of the Dead and the beginning of the Millennial Kingdom.)

Reilly's "Bark" Mitzvah Announcement