[My] Life in Wisconsin

Here's MY Own Thoughts...

Good Morning to All;

Oops, I mean "Good Afternoon" to All!

...I must have forgotten for a minute that I had gone back to bed earlier. My head felt like ca~ca, took a pill for breakfast, and went right back to Lala~Land. Snored for a while, (until even Miss Punk couldn't take it anymore), and here I am!

A few thoughts of my own on the rumor... (and my apologies to those of you that live in California for my insensate remark). hehehe

Miss SuzyGirl has written to say, " I hope I didn't offend your readers with my link. DeeAnne says it's stirring trouble with a rumor, and everyone from 360 will flee. Not true."

I agree with them both, given that some of us can/will read more into it than others.
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First of all, there are those of us here on Y!360 that are not interested in numbers, (although with the sheer numbers that some individual blogs have, it would seem as there is NOT really a number problem).

These numbers, (real people reading real Y! 360 blogs) are coming from somewhere, and I refuse to believe that there is some Stepford computer reading mine at any point.

Maybe there are more 'numbers' elsewhere... (that 'elsewhere' being myspace, blogspot, facebook etc- blah, blah, blah). My own thoughts are once again redirected at the site I had linked to yesterday, and a bit what I had written there about this rumor.

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"Of course my site is 360!

And I cannot understand why Yahoo! would close it down. To me it seems as though it would be an action of cutting off ones nose to save the face.

Why detract from this?

If Y! needs to add an additional "social network" then ADD one. But do not just close one site down.

This is reactive; as opposed to being PROactive (as anyone who has ever even thought about 'management' would know).

I have brought in more than a few people to Yahoo through my little 360 page. Sadly, due to circumstances within my own life, my page is currently tabbed as private. But when I was public, (and anyone in the world who might have been sick and tired of all the garbage at myspace and facebook etc) could come to visit, I had many many people in a global sense wanting to know what is going on in my own little Wisconsin world. I do believe that these people will somehow return when I re~open my page. And Yahoo! willing I WILL be doing that in a little while.

At 49, and staying home, one would think this life could be as boring as all get~out. It is not. And thanks to my 360~World, I have many friends that do not find it boring either.

One does not get over 120,000 page views by being boring or writing about "poor, poor pitiful me" all the time. This is the boring mindset of (most of) the younger people/generation. One does not acheive this by writing about how much they hate their parents, and how everything in their lives IS their parents fault. This gets way too humorous for those of us that have raised our children and have already heard those idiotic ignorant "lines".

I get sick of idiocy very quickly and do not want any other blog site.

This little corner of Yahoo! is more than enough for me.

In the meantime, I have had many requests to "join a friend" at MySpace and the others...

  • If I wanted a MySpace account, I would have one.
  • If I wanted all the crap that goes with those other sites, I would have that too.

...Although many a person HAS gotten their 15 minutes of fame by going to those sites.

...(I don't think I have EVER seen Y360 profiled on Primetime)?

So while I am sure that the 360 could be improved at times, I am still very comfortable here.

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(Do correct me if I am wrong about the Primetime thing... I don't watch TV that much)...

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But again, that makes no difference to me. If you are here, stalking children, then it occurs to me that you don't belong on my friends list to begin with. (However, if you are stalking me, then please make your presense known). hehehe

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...ok. I am back again...

I had to make an exodus because Punk broke wind. Silent. Deadly...

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As far as anyone that has sent me an invitation to all those other sites knows, I do not accept nor do I join them. I am not opposed to 'change', but the fact is that I am simply NOT interested in being anyplace else. (Unlike real life)?

All humor aside, I am thinking that if we go off half~cocked to join anyplace else, we are only feeding that frenzy, that gaggle of goners.

I will not be doing this.

My 360, and ALL of yours, provide me with enough inspiration to get me through my days, and to see how you are getting through your own too! *wink~wink*

And until this is all substantiated, then I shall try not worry overmuch. I will however, go buy some ink, and a wee bit of paper. My blogs are as much for you as they have also been written for my grandbabies; and they will have each of my blogs available to them on hard copy too.

I shall also go buy a new crib as I will be having Master Gabriel on a more consistent basis.

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AND, I'll also be buying a few new bic pens, the little soft grips that go along with them... As long as I have pen/paper, a solid writing surface, and a few addresses, I can write to my hearts content!

So now ask yourself... Do I have YOUR address?

XOXO
Anne

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Sack o' Seeds...

Good Morning All!
As I typed yesterday it was FINALLY raining, with just a few heinous claps of thunder thrown in just to keep me on my toes. That came and went all day long. And inbetween those storms came this awful heat. We stayed indoors for the most part~ To venture out while the temps are inthe 90's and the humidity higher than the cornfields makes you want to get back inside for a breath of very fresh air real quick.

.I had a wee bit of company yesterday too! After a late, (and fast) shower, it seems as though everyone came at once! And I couldn't have been happier. Well, unless ALL of my grandbabies could have been here...

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I am sure that by now, you have heard the rumors that Yahoo! 360 will be closing/ending.

As of yet, these are simple rumors. But maybe not? Having gone to SuzyGirls pages, she had posted the following link...

http://www.techcrunch.com/2007/07/08/mosh-yahoos-new-social-network-initiative/

So I have only one question now...

...WHAT THE HECK KIND OF WEED DO YOU FOLKS HAVE OUT IN CALIFORNIA?

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(And of course that thought brings to mind another old song)...

Love to you!

XOXO
Anne

"Wildwood Weed"
Wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
And we never knowed what it was called
Some said it was a flower and some said it was a weed
I didn't give it much thought
One day I was out there talkin' to my brother
And I reached down for a weed to chew on
Things got fuzzy and things got blurry
And then ev'rything was gone
Didn't know what happened but I knew it beat the hell
Out of sniffing burlap
I come to and my brother was there and he said,
"What's wrong with your eyes?"
I said "I don't know, I was chewin' on the weed"
He said, "Let me give it a try"
We spent the rest of that day and most of that night tryin'
To find my brother Bill
Caught up with him about six o'clock the next mornin'
Naked, singing on the windmill
He said he flew up there
I had to fly up and get him down
He was about half crazy
The very next day we picked a bunch of them weeds
And put 'em in the sun to dry
Then we mashed 'em up and we cleaned 'em off
Put 'em in the corn cob pot
Smokin' them wildwood flowers got to be a habit
We never seen no harm
We thought it was kind-a handy
Take a trip and never leave the farm
Big 'ole puff of that wildwood weed next thing you know
You're just wand'ring 'round behind the little animals
All good things got to come to an end
It's the same with the wildwood weeds
One day this feller from Washington come by
And spied one and turned white as a sheet
And they dug and they burned
And they burned and they dug and they killed
All our cute little weeds and then they drove away
We just smiled and waved
sittin' there on that sack o' seeds...
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"Y'all come back now, y'hear!"

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(c) Copyright 1974 by Famous Music Corporation, Ensign Music Corporation and Parody Publishing Co. by JIM STAFFORD, DON BOWMAN

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I, for one, am only hoping that Yahoo really IS sitting on a sack o' 360 seeds.
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As I do not care to be sitting here, smilin' and wavin' at ANY of you...
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I know that many of you are much more in touch with what is going on, and if you could, would you please let me know as Yahoo has not responded to any of the rumors?

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One Lifetime Past...

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ONE LIFETIME PAST...
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~...FOR YESTERDAYS...~
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Only yesterday I was child
clamoring, climbing
up the steps
and into the big yellow "scool" bus...
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And it was only yesterday when, as a child
looking, searching...
my biggest problems
were finding something to do
with my idle summer vacation
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Only yesterday~~~ as a growing young lady
giggling, sophistication
Friends would exchange
(gasp) storybook fantasies~ by pillowfights, pj's
and curlers in our hair
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Only yesterday, as a young woman
nurturing, learning
to define dreams
Which only could come alive where fears
dared to mingle
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Only yesterday, the chaste, untouched innocence
believing, daring
the child inside
moving farther away from its promise
to itself
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Yesterday; as its meaning fades yet implies
passing, endurance
swept away
as the dusk of todays evening threatens
to overfold.
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Yesterday, the search. Tomorrow the the vaguest promise
secure, honest
Someplace between the "scool" bus
and the innocence, and the dusk
there was found a 'wanting'...
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Yesterday. No, I didn't know love at all.
reaching, stumbling
and blindly biding time (and yesterdays)
because I didn't quite
understand...
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But yesterday, I stumbled~~~ One time too many
paralyzed, pain
You reached down
Gently. Picked me up. As you have done
so many times
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So yesterday, I realized the steps on the 'scool' bus were always too steep
frightening monstrosities
And I didn't need
my idle time. What for? Just to secure
my own lonelinesses and insecurities...
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And I didn't need the curlers, or the (gasp) fantasies
wondering, wanting
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as true or as real as those dreams
in my heart
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Yesterday, when I stumbled and fell, and I ached
truthfully, honestly
and when you lifted me
I realized how empty all the rest was without
you there
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But even yesterday, and before that, I have loved you
deeply, persevering
the love felt today
Coloring and sustaining all the promises of all
my tomorrows...
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copyright 1981 aj

ARF...!?!

Heya FurFriends! It's me again... PUNKIE!!!

A big "ARF" to you all!!!

This 'she' of mine sure has been a killjoy this week. She leaves me alone LOTS. And let me tell ya, I don't like it, (even a little). And today she is kinda sick in the head... Am thinking it was from contributing a little to this one blog... ~CLICK HERE~ It was all just too funny... and I think the lady needs even more suggestions too, so maybe you could come up with one or two funnies for her... Anyway, it made my 'she' laugh really loud! And then the little one even laughed too!

But then there are times that my 'she' gets very upset while she watches that TV thing.

And she especially gets really MAD when they say "Michael Vick".

Now I don't know what a Michael Vick is but its a really BAD thing for dogs.

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This one is for HIM!

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I am a dog, (I think)... so I don't like him either. To see what that is all about, and to make him a better person and maybe to help all of the doggie friends in the world...CLICK HERE~ PLEASE ~

But back to my life, and being abandoned, (sometimes even up to 6 hours)... I guess I am so used to having my she around all day long, getting out to play and run, (or at least WALK, even on a bad day).

The little one went to that big hospital again. I think she must like it there, but she does come home in a bad way every time she goes, so I really don't understand. And when she goes, I get left here. 'She' said something about there being no shade and all. Sometimes she will come home and pick me up. (But it sure seems like a long time inbetween those "sometimes" too).

And then when they come home, I gotta leave the little one alone. ??? She says she has to sleep, but I don't know how she is sleeping cuz when she moves, she makes a groan or a moan, (and sometimes she even cries). I don't do this when I sleep, but I do know that I can run and play in my own sleep. I just move my paws and stuff, (and sometimes I snort too). But then they laugh loud and wake me up... (and right in the middle of something GOOD)!

"She" must have felt bad about not taking me along cuz a few days ago Mr. Miller got to come over... for a PLAY DATE! He is so much fun now that I am big! I used to be kinda 'fraid of him when I was little. Scared he would step on me and squish me all over again... But he never did that.

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Mr. Miller, Me, and my She~Mama~Milly...

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Mr Miller usually just has to hang around with his friends Maysie and Breezie... And he even has to tell them what to eat... and when, and how...

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Here he is watching May mow the lawn for his Kelli and Tim...

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And sometimes I get a little jealous of him cuz my 'she' took a picture and now some people where Kelli works are using that picture as some kind of reminder postcard for people to go to see their doctors and stuff.

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Um... Aren't I???
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The little one had to go back to the hospital one day, (I think she must like taking tests and all), and so they all left me alone again... naturally.

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I tried to show her my stick,
but she wanted to go out back and see the garden.

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I had to show her how much work I really do around here too. I did get a little dirty though... Sorry about that.

NOTE: If'n ya don't like dirty pictures, you'd best stop looking at my blog.

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I'd found another hole!!!
(I was so happy because I LIKE to play hide~and~seek)!!!

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But I couldn't see too much so I had to make it bigger...

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I could smell something down there and it was hollering at me too!

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So I had to take a LOOK~SEE...

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Yup. Kinda dark in there....

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And so my she gets the big long snake thing that is full of water...

This always makes the poor little lost things find their way back out of those deep dark holes...

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OOH! Do you see it! I caught another one...
(But he was so soggy that he slipped out and started to run away)...

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AND THEN HE STARTED TO YELL AT ME ALL OVER AGAIN!!!
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My she was laughing and laughing at me.

Maybe she even knew what the thing was saying to me. (I think it might have been some bad words).

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And this is what I looked like when it was all over...

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(But I STILL think I'm kinda cute)!!!

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Then my 'she' washed me up... and they left again. *sigh*

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I sat on the couch, looking out the window,
and waiting for them to come back.

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Uh~oh... I hear the little one waking up... Hope she feels like playing today. (She has some white pebbles that the doctor gave her to eat. Said they should make her better. Of course they also said if they don't that she has to go back in to that hospital place).

And so she is up, and I have to get off this thing now.

A HUGE "ARF" to all!!!

May your bowls always be full of all good things!!!

With LOVE from PUNKIE!!!



Maestro!

Good Evening to You All...

I have spent the better part of the day at the hospital with Casey. She has so much pain. They have done many tests, CT Scans etc etc etc... And while she has managed to stump every doctor thus far, I have much faith that she will be pain free.

So... On that "note", allow me to blow off some steam here...

For KC's surgery on Monday, we had quite the support group going. Cheerleaders all! Jenny Mella! Roberta and Master Gabriel. And of course, yours truly. (Um, that's me)... hehehe

At one point, it was time for a break, we went outside for a while. (One can only stand so much antiseptic assailing the nostrils before one needs to assuage it with a bit of the white mans tobacco)...

Meanwhile, Master Gabriel (oh he, of many hidden talents), transformed the lawns at the hospital into his private orchestra....

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While Mama looked on...

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"I really need a bit of quiet now!"
"Shhhhh...."

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And so we were quiet, as he found his wand... and waited for everyone in the orchestra to take their places...

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"I am trying to be patient here."

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And a 1 (uh) and a 2 (uh) and a 3 (uh) and, (uh) PLAY!

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And so it went.

They played and played and played; while this dynamic conductor waved his baton,

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urging them onward, more and more~ louder and LOUDER...
AND LOUDER!!!!

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UNTIL... a bit of pizzicato might have burst a string on the double bass?...

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The Conductor, so upset by the missed rhythm, also broke his baton in half. And had to look away, (just before the tears came), and end our little concert...

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I hope all are well, and that you have enjoyed the concert as much as we did!

Have a wunnaful evening...

Oh and if you are wondering what happens to such a young man after such a grand (but grueling) performance...

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Here y'all go...

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Happy Friday!!!

XOXO
Anne

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Whisper Words of Wisdom...

Good Morning to All;

I am chuckling at those of you who seem to have gotten caught up on your OODLES~of~Old~Messages... (And am wondering if I should feel left out by my own seemingly unpopularity because I haven't had those same notes)???

Oh never mind...

stomps foot...

But just hang on a second...

WA~A~A~A~H~H~H!!! ..... "sniff, sniff"

Casey had her surgery on Monday... Doing what the doctor thought she could for her, Casey was released that afternoon. She has been a bit restless, and a in a bit of pain, but is doing much better with each passing hour. Though a bit peaked yet, she is also looking much better too.

We take our little walks. Last night to have found us out in the 'Little Forest'... Gathering a few mulberries (for our dessert), and finding a few treasures of all kinds

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With one of the smaller mountain ash seed pods...
(Looks like a banana to me)...

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With a newly shed snakeskin...
"Boots" anyone???

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The thing about the snakeskin is that I had been pulling a few weeds ('til my stupid hand quite working again anyway)... I was right next to where we had found that old skin; just an hour before! Kinda neat! Wish I could have watched.

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We found wildflowers of all kinds...

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And I am loving those zinnias!

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A few of you are wondering about Unca BoBBie... .... After his CAT Scan yesterday morning the decision was made to cease life~support. Very shortly after 4PM, Unca BoBBie passed away.

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I cannot even begin to tell you how much this loss means to me. My Faith tells me he will never be far away now. While your own definitions of "Family" echo in my heart from your comments found within my last blog... I apologize for not responding to them. Just know how very much they mean to me.

Family? ... You see, "Unca BoBBie" is not related to me by blood. He is the uncle of my ex. (He never drew those 'lines'; nor did I). He was compassionate; and oh, so very wise. And such a good man too. The world truly needs more real men like him.

(I am thinking that Heaven needed just one more man like him also).

If you have a mind to, please send your notes to his inbox as I believe his brother, sister~in~law, and of course Miss Eleanor will then be getting your little notes of sympathy. His email again is stychie28@yahoo.com should you want to send your love. I spoke at length to Miss Eleanor last night. What an awful past few days for her. I will call again this morning. She stays all alone in Unca BoBBies house, and I believe she was truly lonely there. She will have to make the trip home before his funeral, which I believe will be Friday or Saturday. But she is about as well as she can be expected to be at this point. Unca BoBBie was the middle child. She is the youngest, and her other brother the oldest of the three. Just so sad all the way around.

My apologies for not getting around to everyones pages... One day I will have that time, but with summer, lawns and all else it gets tough at best some days.

Mr. Miller has just arrived for his play date with Miss Milly and Miss Punk. It is to rain this afternoon (they predict a wicked storm or two for these parts)...

...Should it come to that, I shall be in the basement with the three dogs as my house gets blown to Oz~Land. .... hehehe ???

Have a great Wednesday.

XOXO
Anne
aka 'Dorothy'???

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When I find myself in times of trouble

Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be. Yeah
There will be an answer, let it be.
And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
(Lennon/McCartney)
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The Ides of July

Good Morning, and Happy Sunday, to All;

These are for YOU!

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When Mom and Dad got married, she carried a simple bouquet of many many daisies. When I see them in the wilds of my little garden, they always remind me of those wedding stories...

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Many of you have been on my best friends lists for a very long time. Some of you may recall last year when I had asked everyone to flood Unca BoBBies inbox with birthday wishes. We write to each other practically every day.

He was 77 when he had a stroke. Spending almost a year recuperating, what does he do? He teaches himself how to use a computer! (That's guts at any age)!

He is still working on his service calls for his "coffee money" as he calls it. He spends his mornings at a little restaurant where they have the very best cuppa joe anywhere. He lives in Monroe, WI... and that puts him have coffee with a few foreign friends; as Monroe is host to The Swiss Colony...

My Unca BoBBie was found Friday at about noon when a friend of his had missed him at coffee for a couple days. He had driven to Unca's house. Seeing the car in the garage, and no answer at the door, he called the police.

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Unca BoBBie, me, and CaseyFace at Miss Eleanors.
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Please ignore person in red sweater. This is his ex~wife.
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She divorced him last year, only because she is a little bit of a strumpet;
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Breaking in, they found him on the kitchen floor, unresponsive. He was taken to the hospital, with the initial (and worst) diagnosis being that he has a brain bleed. He was not expected to live through friday night.

But since he is my Unca BoBBie, he has lived right through it all. (He has been known to be quite ornery)! hehehe

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They will be doing more tests, and another brain scan today I believe. As of yesterday, he showed plenty of brain activity. They cannot operate as the bleed is too deep within. He is on a respirator, and he does show signs of acknowlegement to touch and voice. Randy and his mom have been down there since late Friday night.

Unca BoBBie is on meds for his diabetes, and also on aspirin therapy for stroke prevention. No one knows how long he might have laid there either.

Was the bleed a result of another stroke, or as a result of the fall? We might never know.

Even should he regain conciousness (which he will), he himself may not remember.

But that is not really important.

...What IS important is that he is still hanging in there!

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Miss Eleanor, (Uncas only sister), with Casey!

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And so it goes... Please think Of my unca BoBBie when saying your little prayers. God is sure to hear us all, as He has shown to do many many times in the past...

I am hoping he will be up and around very soon and can read your wishes, and prayers then.

As for myself, I have spent the past day and a half just waiting for the phone to ring. (Knowing that it wouldn't if I sat and did nothing), I did get the lawns cut. (Even the ditches)! Kind of proud of myself for that! I do know that he wouldn't want me to just sit around and mope or something.

I do hope you are all having a lovely weekend! And do please take a little minute to be sending him prayers and wishes too... A perfect request for a Sunday...


XOXO
Anne

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Sometimes... 07/13/07

Good Evening...

I have been lax in writing and corresponding, and I apologize for that. Sleep, (overrated at its finest), comes in bits and pieces most days... From the comments and notes that I have received, I am not alone in this inability to turn off the day.

I hope this finds you all quite well as I move on to my little blog...

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...about "SOMETIMES"

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Sometimes you just gotta love your sisters;
(no matter how silly they are)...

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(And sometimes you just gotta love them anyway)...

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Sometimes you just can't be fully happy...
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you have TWO gorgeous young men to love!

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Sometimes you just have to give it all up to God...

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Especially when you have to clean mud and doo~doo off the little shoes.

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Sometimes you must learn to juggle, (literally and figuratively)...

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So that ALL the time you can walk tall and proud!

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And sometimes, (ONE time), you just have to turn 27!!!
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Happy Birthday Wart!
you, who have taught me so much.
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Love to you.

XOXO
Mama D.

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Turn, Turn, Turn,
Pete Seeger
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To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose under heaven.
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A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep.
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A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together.
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A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing.
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A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of peace. . .
I swear it's not too late.
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