You ARE loved!
Good Afternoon!
I know it is Friday, but if I have 10 Thoughts today you will just have to put up with me.
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I have a little running around to do today.
A few groceries, but especially to get Miss Milly some extra red cedar chips for her doghouse.
It is insulated and warm, and already has 1 full bag in it, along with a blanket. Just that I will feel better knowing she has an extra few inches of those.
Not only do these chips add warmth, but they keep the bugs out.
Besides, some @~hole meteorologist has predicted the “S” word for Sunday. That and some really high winds. I have enough on my mind that I don't care to be fighting with Milly to get her in the house. -
Speaking of keeping things out...
I still do not know where the danged mice are getting in my house! This is an ongoing battle as you well know.
But we have a score too.- Sputnik = 3 (Great claws, good reaction time)!
- Me = 3 (Good trap, lots of peanut butter)!
A tie score, but it represents a few more croaks for the vermin.
Credit where credit is due, Punk helps too- Sometimes growling. Sometimes barking. -
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Fred Bartz was here to pump out the septic tank last week; and I still have to cover it up. It is raining, so I will not be doing it today. But yes, it does need to be done before that ground freezes.
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Some of you did not know that a 'grundy' is when your undies creep into the crack of your butt and annoy the heck out of you. (At least this is the definition that I have always known).
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My back is killing me once again; and I am SO at a loss to know how to make it better. I have good and decent muscle tone in my back so it shouldn't keep doing this.
It pains me to even walk, sit, or rest.
(Feels like that damned jackass had a sledge hammer this time).
Yes, (no nagging please), I do have to call in for my ear.
It got better for a few days but the cotton batting feeling is back; and I don't like that it reminds me of having a bag over my head. -
I don't know how many of you actually clicked on any of the links I posted the other day.
Casey will quite possibly be having her pancreas removed.
This procedure is called a TP/AIT.
I have learned that this procedure differs from a TP/ICP, in that the one she will probably have will hopefully use her own islet cells for transplantation within her liver. The other procedure uses islet cells from a cadaver.
This TP/AIT brings the hope that she might not have to become insulin dependent.
But even if she needs insulin, it is better than living in pain like this.
TP = Total Pancreatectomy.
ICT = Islet Cell Transplant,
AIT = Autologous Islet Transplant (your own islet cells transplanted).
As always, I have more questions than answers at this point. When we get to Minnesota I can only hope that many of our fears will be alleviated; and that our questions will be honestly assessed and answered. -
As if this news isn't hard enough, our Baby Sam is now living with his brother Gabriel.
Gabriel is still at foster care.
I have not seen him for a week now. Too much other stuff going on.- If Miss Marie would like to blog about it she will.
- If not, then please know she has done NOTHING wrong!
Lawrence.
Gabriel.
Sam.
Know that this all makes me ill to even think about.
Mostly just Gabriel and Sam because these are the two that were in their mothers care.
~Lawrence is just so very far away; but he is well~loved, cared for, and he knows where his "home" is...
...And he knows that part of that 'home' is right here too.- Know that Jenné and Aaron, (and Isaiah),
will be adopting Gabriel.
This process takes time; especially with their family living in Texas.
I do not think they are able to expand their children in triplicate at this point.
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I am a magician now, having turned ketchup to yarn!
I burnt the hell out of my meatloaves last night, napping through the phone ringing.
My house still smells like burnt meatloaf.
And my little ketchup streaks across the tops looked like shiny yarn.
If I was rich I would just chuck out those bread pans of mine.
Dammitallanyway, and I was SO hungry for meatloaf.
I haven't burnt anything in many, many years...
Punk did not much care for it either.
Miss Milly will be my last hope before it ends up in the dumpster.
What's up with the new Yahoo profile crap?
Here's MY link.
http://profiles.yahoo.com/u/XCAXGW5T5O7KNYMUTB73UITNEQ
Hoping that y'all can forgive me if I am not here as much as I have been in the past.
As always, I will try to get around to your blogs.
I will be around, but can make no promises until this next chapter of Casey's life is completely fixed.
Times are many that I cannot even seem to concentrate on what I am reading.
So now you know what's up in my little corner of Flintville!
I hope all is well with everyone; and in advance I thank you for your thoughts and answers here.
Love to all.
Have a grand weekend!
XOXO
Anne
