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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Yeah ok, so he's kinda cute...

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(but I'm cuter)...

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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!!!

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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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Shhhhh.....

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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;

(and a whole lot of an idiot)...

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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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Casey and Unca...

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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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"CO~EXIST" stolen from HERE.

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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...

UNTIL...

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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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A Rose, by Any Other Name?

Good Morning All!

Kind of a different picture, and was going to even post it upside down to see what else it might resemble; other than the obvious... (which, to me would be some kind of dinosaur)... Perhaps I should post it sideways?

Hmmmm....

I hear that rabbit tastes an awful lot like chicken. (Actually I have had many meals of rabbit meat, and it tastes an awful lot like rabbit to me)... But that said, now there is a new twist on that one as well...

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Rabbit tastes an awful lot like beef!

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Um... you DO see it, ...don't you???

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But the good news is this... It didn't taste like the creature responsible for this hole...

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Pepe Le Piew has taken up residence about 100 yeards from the house on the side of the pumpkin field!

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Not too much of a problem in and of itself for me; but I COULD live happily without the sinus~cleaning I get each evening about 11 or so... hehehe (And I really DO hope it is the Mrs. that has done this because I sure would like to see her "kittens")... No, I will NOT be lifting that tail to check! But mayhaps I should be adding some tomato juice to my shopping lists just in case one of the dogs decides it might be interesting to check this creature out!

HEHEHE... Casey has also decided to stay in town... I am thinking that perhaps she sleeps a bit better without that odor ~ so remini"scent" of a rose!

I shall christian that skunk "Rose"....

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I have had many welcomed visitors over the past few days; and even a lady that came to pick the beans! Having to feed a family of 8, I can share my little garden with her very easily because at one time I fed that many too!

Duane came to visit early Sunday morning; having just a wild hair to go for a ride. He lives near to Milwaukee, and at least the weather was nice on the ride up. Later in the day the temps had gone up near 100. Too hot for me! He'd left before noon, so he beat the worst of it on the ride home.

Click here for his blog

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Roberta, Gabriel and Duane

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It was too hot for Master Gabriel too... He decided that it was too hot to even wear a diaper. He'd woken up from his nap, DRY, and had removed it... (Leaving us to do the wash from the playpen). Oh well.

***NOTE: Orb picture of Gabriel with shirt on and diaper removed at MY discretion. (ANYTHING private had already been painted out of said photo anyway).

He is so close to being um... "housebroken"?, and is getting a grip on the whole idea. (But methinks the diaper should stay on until there is a potty chair closeby)...

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The flowers are blooming...

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And we will have sweet corn before we know it too!

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No other news...

...except for the fact that I broke my furnace. (And yes, I even managed to accomplish this on the very hottest day of the year)! hehehe

Only I could do such a thing!

But here's the scoop... I have the window a/c on in the living room when it gets that hot, and to stir the air up I always go down and turn the fan on, on the furnace... Doing this Sunday morning, it ran for about 5 minutes before it began making this awful (banging, crashing, booming), noise... And I had to go down there to shut it off. Those were a nasty 30 seconds or so; me not knowing was it on fire or what??? Olsons will be here to fix it at some point.

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Miss Punk then had to find a different place to be comfy; and even picked the smartest place!

She surely does LOVE that little fan...

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It took about 3 days, but it has finally cooled down to more acceptable Wisconsin degrees. As I type it is 56 degrees; and the high today will be mid~70's.

I can live, HAPPILY, with that.

Casey has her appointment with the dental surgeon tomorrow morning to finally remove her eye tooth that had grown in so very crooked. It never did 'right' itself. And Friday will find her back at the dentists to make plans to fill in that little gap that will be left. She has surgery for her endometriosis scheduled for bright and early Monday morning (at a Green Bay hospital even). Please keep her in your prayers. Chidren are very important to her and Derek, so do not be surprised should that wedding get moved up a bit. hehehe

It is time for me to fly and be a bit productive to earn my keep. I have been battling a schtoopid migraine for two days now and am tiring of it quickly... Maybe today it will go away.

Hope you all have a grand Wednesday!!!

XOXO
Anne

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