For The Love of Sam! (And Casey's Blood Transfusions).

Happy Sunday!
Here I go again! A Morton salt day for blogging! hehehe

As you know, Papa Chuck and our young Sam have moved back to Green Bay!
We met at the mall in Ashwaubenon as soon as was possible for all of us to get together. (3 or 4 days after they got here)

     

Sam, Charles, and I-                             Charles and CaseyFace

Oh what joy this brings to me...


Too much fun!

And what a very happy and well-behaved young man too! I am impressed!



Smilin' Sam!
Grandma had a few pennies in her pocket- to add to his own...




"Hey Grandma, you watchin?"   But of course. hehehe
(I wouldn't miss a minute)!




Sam, coming down the slide! He even stopped, mid-slide, so I could take the picture!



Chuck shows off his "Samuel" tattoo!



"Still watchin' Grandma?"
Oh you bet I was!



When it was time to go, and even though he had not made the mess, Daddy asked him to please pick up the books and put them away.
This he did with no complaining whatsoever- And a wee bit of help from Auntie Casey!

Speaking of Casey...

With her blood once again being so dangerously low, the doctor sent her to the hospital to have 2 transfusions.



Poor nurse--- as she goes in search of a vein that won't roll or collapse...



Yeah OK, that'll do it.
But it's going the wrong way! (As if she has any to spare)!?



After everything got rolling, she got to order lunch! 
*** St Mary's Hospital has a Chocolate Cake that she would order for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if she could!



Greg and I, looking at the cutest 24 year old we know!

A few minutes later, Greg's sister Kim stopped up to see how everything was going!
Another sweetheart!





And just in case you missed the similarities, here is brother and sister!
No denying that strong DNA!  So cute they are!


Greg and Kim!

I left before it was over- as they run the blood very slowly-
At the rate it was going it would have been 7pm before she was done.
I was really surprised when the phone rang around 4:30 and they were on their way home already!

Now...
With Casey's blood dropping, even as I type, she will need to return to Minneapolis once more.
They will do some minor surgery to find out where she is losing blood from.
She has no occult blood in her stool, so they are thinking that perhaps it has something to do with one of the surgeries bleeding into her abdomen.
Her appointment is for next Tuesday, the 20th.
Merry Christmas Casey- if they decide they need her to stay there.
At least if they do, it will be to fix her -  again.
I will keep y'all informed.

Please keep her in your prayers?  Sam and Charles too- it is hard to start all over again- But oh!, so worth it!

XOXO
Me

Now if only I could get new pics of all my grandbabies.

~~"Hint-Hint" to William, and Jenné, Katie, and Kristin, and...
hehehe

The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans are suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they're okay, then it's you."

The Ostrich (Time to groan). hehehe

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A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him.

The waitress asks them for their orders.

The man says, "A hamburger, fries and a coke," and turns to

The ostrich, "What's yours?"

"I'll have the same," says the ostrich.

A short time later the waitress returns with the order. "That will

Be $9.40 please." The man reaches into his pocket and

Pulls out the exact change for payment

The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man

Says, "A hamburger, fries and a coke."

The ostrich says, "I'll have the same."

Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change.

This becomes routine until the two enter again. "The usual?"

Asks the waitress.

"No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato and

A salad," says the man.

"Same," says the ostrich.

Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, "That will be $32.62."

Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and

Places it on the table.

The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer. "Excuse me,

Sir. How do you manage to always come up with the exact change

In your pocket every time?"

"Well," says the man, "several years ago I was cleaning the attic and

Found an old lamp. When I rubbed it, a Genie appeared and offered

Me two wishes. My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything,

I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money

Would always be there."

"That's brilliant!" says the waitress "Most people would ask for a

Million dollars or something, but you'll always be as rich as you want

For as long as you live!"

"That's right..Whether it's a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact

Money is always there," says the man.











The waitress asks, "What's with the ostrich?"

The man sighs, pauses and answers, "My second wish was for a tall chick

With a big butt and long legs who agrees with everything I say.."
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Ahhhhhhh.....
"Men. Ya just can't fool 'em."

Tell Congress: End the Bush tax cuts for the wealthy.

http://act.credoaction.com/campaign/bush_tax_cuts_2011/?r_by=31906-4775131-0wqOBEx&rc

It's outrageous. The average tax break from the Bush tax cuts enjoyed by the top 1 percent of Americans is larger than the average income of the rest of the 99 percent.

And after a decade of giving money to those who literally didn't need it, the deficit caused in large part by the Bush tax cuts is being used as an excuse to take away the social safety net that protects the most vulnerable members of society.

Tell your member of Congress and your senators: End the Bush tax cuts for the wealthy.

Ending these cuts should be a no brainer. They had been set to expire at the end of 2010, but President Obama ended up cutting a deal with the Republican leadership to extend the cuts for another two years.

And we know that the cuts won't be allowed to expire at the end of 2012 without a big fight.

Republican intransigence on the Bush tax cuts was at the heart of the failure of the Super Committee.

Not only did the Republicans on the Super Committee want the Bush tax cuts to be made permanent, they took the morally bankrupt position that we should blow a bigger hole in the budget by giving even larger tax cuts to the rich.

Simply extending the Bush tax cuts for the wealthy alone would cost us more than $700 billion over the next decade.

There is very little that so clearly demonstrates the callous venality of some members of Congress than the simultaneous demand to give the Koch brothers a tax cut while pushing benefit cuts to programs like Social Security, Medicare and Medicaid.

Tell your member of Congress and your senators: End the Bush tax cuts.

Democrats caved in 2010, and Republicans expect them to cave again. Between now and the end of 2012, we can expect a relentless push to make the Bush tax cuts permanent.

But this is a fight we can win if we are relentless, too. In this case gridlock and inaction work to our benefit because we don't have to pass a bill - we just need to ensure that Congress doesn't pass a bill that extends the Bush tax cuts past 2012.

The first step is speaking out and laying down a marker so that your member of Congress and senators know their constituents want the Bush tax cuts to end.

Tell your member of Congress and your senators:

"End the Bush tax cuts."

Please do the "CLICK" so that you can help to end this horrific, unfair, and unjust, imbalance.

*Unless you are independently wealthy and don't give a damn about the other 99% of America.
Those in the 99-percentile are most welcome to share this important link.

XOXO
Me

OK. Back to blogging...
 hehehe

Pink Bunnies. Busted Trailers. And a Long Drive Home.

I hear you lost your cat?

Good Morning All;
I was reminded yesterday that it is 'time' for a blog from Flintville.  I have taken note;l and love when i am loved enough to be missed!
Yes this is almost a 'cheater' kind of blog- I actually put this together a while back, and just saved it in my drafts-
It only needed words.
But it's the words that are a worsening and now painful problem for me.
Adding to the frustration of trying to hit the correct keys, came the fact that I 'think' I either bruised a nerve near to, or broke, my left thumb, somehow.
I feel like I used to feel in typing class. Major "KLUTZ~n~Duh"... And who the freak didn't know how the alphabet went??? Or so it seemed in office class for that first day.
(Of course, anyone under 35 or so will not even understand what a 'typing class' is)...
Personally, I am so happy that there is a backspace key- Surely if I had to use whiteout I would have passed out a LONG time ago.   hehehe
(Those under 35 will not know what 'whiteout' is either, save for a blizzard).

I do not know whose cat is in the top picture. But he has taken over my outside areas. A good thing -as my annual "catching of the mowisses" is at an all~time low this year. Thus far I have only caught one measly little mole. And he was in the attached garage. Sputz got a baby mowiss earlier... but nothing more... yet.
(What's with all the freakin' moles anyway? Are they eating my mice or what)?
The first time I saw the cat is credit to Punk. It was dusk, almost dark- I was watching the early news.
Of a sudden the dog actually tried to fit through the screen on the window. She squealed. She barked. She sounded pathetic...
I went to push her aside so I could see too. Didn't work- I had to open my own set of drapes. She, being my fierce protector.
I opened the drapes to the next window over, and I swear what I saw was a pink-ish bunny! (In my own defense, he was facing away from us)... Punk would not move away from her window, so I closed the drapes in the hope that she might quiet down for a little while.
She did. I missed the news.
A few days later, I had to go through the whole thing all over again with Sputz. Closing the drapes on him is not an option- He just moves them aside and perches on the windowsill.
Possibly the 'pink' cat looks to be hurt a bit- But there is no getting close enough to it to see if it is just dirty- or truly hurt.


On to Flintville... ('bout time, eh)?
The view across the road... (from when the corn needed pickin').



"Pick me!  "Pick me!"  "Pick me!"


Finally, in the little bit of snow that was leftover, came the gravity boxes.



The corn-picker too...



Like the corn in the field, our snow was gone in a few days.
But it was still quite chilly some days...

Casey had a doctor appointment to check her blood- Punk would not hear about staying home- And leaving a crying whimpering dog behind the door is an awful hard thing for me to do.
Since the weatherman had said we would have intermittent sunshine that day, I agreed she could come- *if* she wore her sweatshirt.



Oh. Wait for it.   hehehe



At the clinic now- Mad she can't come in too.


Casey and Lori- Lori is the nurse that told Casey 3 years ago that she couldn't have her TP/AIT because of the budget... Long almost unbelievable story that.

Later, as Casey picked up her meds, Punk and I took a little walk...



Cute, no?



The sun ready to set- and in a whirling of clouds- painted the sky so very pretty.

I dropped Casey off at her place- and took the highway home.
BIG mistake as it was the Friday before gun-deer hunting season.



Way too much traffic- and way too much construction.



What an awful thing to break down on the way "up nort'" But no, I wasn't giving up my place in this nonstop line of traffic to ask if they needed help. Besides, there 2 guys- they would be ok.

Finally off the highway I could enjoy the sunset a bit better...



Isn't it awesome?

My love to all.  Have a wunnaful Sunday!

XOXO
Me

To be continued...   (I think...)! hehehe