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I don't eat much of the stuff as it sets off my head, but read on if you want a little info on chocolate.
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Not such a lucky rabbits foot...



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Good Morning All;
I have not been blogging for so long that I don't remember how.
Sometimes I don't even remember why.

We still need to learn more about what is ailing Casey and will return to Minnesota soon. 
While I am still wrapping my head around the fact that Casey will be having more surgery, I have learned that my friend Beth has breast cancer.

I shot darts for 15 years with Beth, Sue and Carol. We were unbeatable for 14 of those years; taking the top place in our league! I can't throw a good dart today to save my life.
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Beth learned of this after her last mammogram, (we were in Minnesota).
She will be having surgery early next week.

While she was in, her doctor ordered more tests.
Two days ago she learned even more about her health...
She has much wrong with her back, (sound familiar)?.
She also has a hernia, (which will be repaired during next weeks surgery).
In addition to all of that, she has learned that she has skin cancer.

Please keep her in your prayers. 

She is NOT sick! And while that 'sounds' wrong, I firmly believe that her state of mind is the ultimate barometer of being "ill" or being "well"
Her body has betrayed her like many others bodies have betrayed them. She has "Attitude~PLUS", and I have no doubt that she will come through this (all) with flying colors!
When I spoke to her I suggested that maybe she was still in shock, (sort of). She replied that she has no anger etc, and that is has been 2 weeks since she has known. So like I said above, she is not sick.

This, from my books of little quotes and such...

Did  is a word of achievement,
  Won't  is a word of retreat,
Might  is a word of bereavement,
  Can't  is a word of defeat,
Ought  is a word of duty,
  Try  is a word for each hour,
Will  is a word of beauty,
  Can  is a word of power.    Author unknown
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I have had two mammograms in my life.
The first was right after my sister Barbara was diagnosed with breast cancer, the 2nd when my sister Mary was diagnosed with hers. I believe I will schedule another soon. Have to wait til 8 to call.
Have you had yours?
Is it high time now to schedule your own appointment? Guys, remind your sweeties.

Love to all.

XOXO
Anne

PS
While researching more on cancer, I see where dark chocolate actually can ward off cancer cells within your body.
Cancer-fighter, the darker the better!
Antioxidants, found in everything from green tea to bread crust, are commonly believed to fight cancer.
Cocoa's antioxidant capacity tops that of long-trusted sources like strawberries and garlic.
Cocoa liquor, the derivative of the cocoa bean used in milk and dark chocolates that is absent from white chocolate, contains most of the antioxidants.
Rich, dark chocolate lovers should celebrate: the darker the chocolate, the more antioxidants. Not only does chocolate contain a large quantity of antioxidants, it has been discovered that chocolate contains high quality antioxidants. (One recent study showed that 6 grams of dark chocolate a day, about one square, lowered systolic and diastolic blood pressure by 2 points each).
It can also lower your bad cholesterol.

Lumpy Me. (An Obvious Lesson in Humility)...

 

Only in Wisconsin does one see this on a city boulevard.

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Good Morning All;
I am still catching up, and have come to the conclusion that that will never work. hehehe
Not caught up on here, and certainly not within my own home.
I have not given up though.

We had rain for 3 days this week, receiving 2/3rds of our May rainfall in two days!

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Suamico did very good with respect to those of us that still have our own wells.

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Even with the rainy days we have been quite busy.

First to take Punk to see Dr. Spires...
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Since she had been running a fever on Tuesday

so he took her temp.
It was fine Wednesday. . .
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She was due for her shots etc in June anyway, we decided to get everything over and done with at this visit.
She still must remember that stick in her eye- (CLICK if you don't know the story). She does fine getting weighed in, but when it is time to go into the exam room she would rather just leave...
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They drew blood to check for anything weird.
(Like Casey's, Punks veins 'roll' too).

And had to check her lungs, respiration and heart rate...
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All was well. . .
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I wanted to have him recheck her anal glands while we were there.

She is not too big on this, (but she sure as heck tolerates it much better than I would).

She keeps a very close eye on him afterward...
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Methinks Punks face and tail tell the whole story...

"boof"?!?
Which we translate to mean "I been VIOLATED!"

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Casey and I had not eaten lunch yet.
(Yes, I am aware I have gone from anal glands to food in one fell swoop). hehehe

Those of you that have been around the longest, know three things about me.

• due to my anxiety attacks that I do not do well with spontaneity.
• I was on a dart league for many many years, but that I haven't shot since my right hand lost its usefulness.
  
• since I no longer shoot darts or tend bar, that I have no reason to enter a tavern.

I rectified all of that on Wednesday, to a small, (brave), degree anyway...

We brought Miss Punk home from the vets. Then drove down the road to Wouters Front. It is a tavern and a restaurant. (Used to be a little store there too).

Not wanting to press my luck, or Casey's, we ordered our food "to go".

I dug out my old darts while we waited for our food to be ready.
When I shot league darts I was quite good if I do say so myself. As was the rest of my team.
(Us four gals won the title championship for 14 or 15 years straight)! "YAY" us!

Casey put a few quarters in the machine getting the 301 Game set up while I checked the flights and such on my darts.
She didn't care to use mine, opting for the lighter 'bar darts' instead. (That's fine by me, I never did 'share' my darts too well).

She threw an impressive round of about 80- She hasn't shot a dart for a long time either; (for me it's been about 6 years).
Please remember that in these 6 years my right hand has failed something awful. (I used to write letters all the time; and as for typing my favorite key is "backspace").

• I threw my first dart.

It shot straight to the floor. !

OK, so I haven't shot for 6 years, and now that I know how it "feels" once more, the next two darts will be perfect.

• I threw my 2nd dart.

It joined the first dart on the floor. ! ?

WTH? I've got many witnesses to the fact that years ago when I used to drink I never threw 2 darts in a row that far off target...

I might have heard a bit of a snicker from my youngest child at that point too. Followed very closely with, "What happened, Mom?"
I looked at my inept hand, and said, "it doesn't work"

BUT I still had one dart left!

• I threw the 3rd dart.

It joined its partners right on the floor. ?!?

I was immediately (and quite firmly) convinced that Gary Wouters must have installed some kind of force~ field that instantly drew all of my precious darts onto the floor.

I further believe that even with my 'beginners luck' at 22 years of age that I have never left 301 on the board after the 1st round!
That is exactly what I did on Wednesday.
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Casey, with her near~perfect form!

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Lumpy me. No form. No grace.
I decided to throw underhand after the 2nd round.
(Heya Gritter, Jill has NO competition from me doing this either)

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Yes, the "Itty Bitty Kid" kicked my butt. (It still hurts).


I think Miss Punks butt still hurts too.
Because for some reason, she need to soak it for a while yesterday.
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So how has YOUR week been?
I've decided to crawl back under my rock.

Love to all.

XOXO
Me

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Posted to my Y! 360 Friday May 29, 2009 - 11:42am (CDT)

Beans. Boys. Bees. (And Pincushions)...

 

Devils Claw and Morning Glory...

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Good Morning All;
I have been remiss with my blogging, feeling much like this cat...
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Picture stolen from an email
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I have had another migraine since last night... Been fighting that on my own, here; and obviously feeling a bit better right now.

Sunday found us back at the hospital with Casey's pancreas.
She is home, having had her pain treated again. One day someone will figure something out. In the meantime I am questioning the hundreds of thousands of dollars spent educating these doctors.
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I had Master Gabriel- And so our visit was spent at St. Marys.
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Gabriel and I have a little routine...
I pick him up, and we go to the local Kwik Trip Station-
He always gets a banana.
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And so that is what he is holding here...

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What does Casey think about not being able to eat or drink anything?
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Gabriel 'hiding' from the camera behind the sheet.

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And Punk, waiting patiently in the car...
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I dropped Gabriel off as we left the hospital. But having had that day cut short, I did pick him up again on Monday; being able to spend the whole day with him.
And we were real busy!
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Beans to pick...

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And to 'picnic' on too!

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Want one?
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Too slow...
And it disappeared!
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Back up to the house then;
and to the remnants of my silly garden.
Master Gabriel picked an ear of corn for each of the dogs...

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They all love this little treat...
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Especially Punk...

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Sue and Glenn came over to gather the fallen apples and pears.
(They have tame deer that they can hand feed these to).

I shot darts with Sue, Carol, and Beth for many years.
We did very well together too.

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Just one handful of pears...

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Glenn came with the pails then...

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This is only their 2nd trip this year.

Kind of short pickings on the apples,
but the pears have grown well.

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Notice the brown ones on the ground too.
Left behind by the deer, with bites out of them too.
They are covered with wasps, bees and hornets.

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Can anyone tell me why that one on the top right is markedly different from his striped friends?
I can't find any information on this one,
(looks like it mated with a black widow spider to have that little hourglass on his hinder).

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Gabriel loves the pears!
(He ate 3 of them)...

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And his flowers too!
My young horticulturist...

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Yes, there are a few flowers left...
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Yet the view from the woods NE,
betraying the 80° temperatures
that we have had these past few days...
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And that is why those deer are being hand fed my apples and pears; as the trees, some reluctantly, have given up their fruit for this year.
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Glenn deals with the more 'reluctant' apples...

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I owe Gritter and her husband much for picking these fruits and removing them for me.

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Glenn is hysterical...
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Sassy too sometimes!
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Kind of the same sense of humor as the dogs...

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You DO see the resemblance, don't you?

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Love to all!
Have a 'wunnaful' Thursday!
As for me, I am going to try to nap a bit longer. Because I damn sure feel like I still have "The Dumb".

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Thursday September 25, 2008 - 03:58am (CDT)

What's On YOUR Shirt?

Good Morning All;

I just had to ask about your shirts... I am thinking too that these are already a bit retro, but I wore mine LOTS at one point; at least once a week! hehehe

"Aim it. Fire it. Admire it."

I shot league darts for almost 15 years before my hand/fingers betrayed my aim. (And we were GOOD too)! That, and lots of fun as we got together every week back then. I miss it. Years before that, I shot in mens league. Masters. (Yes, I said "mens")... That too was tons of fun. Oh enough of this. I only wanted to immortalize my shirt before it is turned into a scrub rag, or a cut~off work shirt of sorts.

Here's the picture from yesterday, in daylight

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Ma and Dads headstones, along with Grandpa and Grandma's to the far left.

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There is a shed around where that 'flame' appeared to be in yesterday photo. A caretakers sort of a shed. But no light source either. Go figure...

Such a busy day yesterday. And of course to begin with Caseys doctor appointment. Originally she was to have had a CAT Scan here in town; but after speaking with Froedtert, she will be having the pancreas scan down there.

*To be of note too is that they could not get her seen any earlier than next week. Her regular doctor called here late yesterday afternoon and said the next time she is in that awful pain to bring her directly to the Emergency Room down at Froedtert.

She is still receiving (giving herself) the Octreotide injections 3 x day. The doctor has now given her a script for compazine for her nausea/vomiting. Hopefully once her system adjusts to it, this part of the problem can be relieved a bit... Yes, even drinking water, in small sips, causes her pain.

****I have a problem with someone who is to love her telling her to get used to it (the pain). To put up with it. A "grin and bear it" mentality that would work (maybe) if this wasn't friggin' pancreatitis!

Duh?

What the heck do people NOT get about this all? Happy at least that her doctor is doing everything he possibly can for her. I am VERY mad about this, and somebody had better realize how damned dangerous this is to have going on inside of her body??? ...

After all that running around, we came back here... A message from the vets office reminding me that Miss Punk was overdue for her Lymes Disease booster shot. We brought her straight in, and that is done with til next June... As are all her shots, tests etc. She still gets pretty miffed when we leave home without her. She has gotten over her own travel sickness and LOVES to go for rides now.

...*Knock on Wood*

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Coming back home, Master Gabriel figured if he crawled up the opposite side of the old Simplicity that we couldn't see him.

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Oops... Caught AGAIN! hehehe

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But he at least got a short nap in later, waking completely refreshed!

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And just LOVES his apple juice!

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Suzy Q and her hubby came and got my deer apples. About 2 bushels. I also sent along a few cukes that were threatening to become Slim Jims out in the garden. They cleaned up the pear trees too! Yay. I will get out there early enough and mow that part of the lawn real close to the ground. I am just so happy that they come and get them.

I'd better close for today and get busy before my little man gets here... I believe I have bored you long enough!

Have a grand Tuesday!!!

XOXO
Anne

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Only one more day of this godawful heat/humidity too.

And, get this, by friday the high is to be around 70!

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Now about your "Co-ed Naked" T~Shirts...

C'mon, I want to see them!

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