Betrayal and Babies. A "No Yahoo" Blog!

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...I promise not to even THINK about all the garbage going on in our little 360~World this morning. (Like my danged fat~foot~pain, I have grown WAY too tired of it all anyway)...

Good Morning Everyone, (well, to those of you who are still here)...

Off on a wild tangent here. Was exploring a bit, and also found a few more pictures of my own here. had to fight with my HP Scanner to get them all in, and edited too. Alls well that ends well though...

Oh, and you'd probably want to grab a cup of coffee, it's a long-ish blog...

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I am going to write today of betrayal, guile and deceit. And a few of my own experiences thereof...

de·ceive
VERB:
de·ceived , de·ceiv·ing , de·ceives

To cause to believe what is not true; mislead. Archaic To catch by guile; ensnare.

V: intr.
To practice deceit. To give a false impression.

One of Angies recent blogs dealt with her own problems with a friendship she had come to cherish. Click her name for her story.

I have recently learned of deceit by a once~close family member who has forgotten that one of the commandments is "Thou shalt not steal".
I am deciding whether to press charges against this person.
(It is none of my offspring).

...Life. Yeah, it's kinda like that...

Having a conversation with Richard the other day, he had brought up something that I hadn't thought about in years. And that Casey had never known about. Was she shocked or surprised? Not. But the fact that I was surprised when he had even recalled it has given me moments to think on it awhile.

Scenario: Married. Separated. Back together. Separated. Divorced.
All in a 4 and a half year time span.
Less than 1/10th of my entire life, it still bears importance to me; (maybe just because at the time it was 20% of my whole life).

At one point we had moved our married life and two small babies to Holland, Michigan; and then a few months later, to Zeeland Michigan.
It was at that point in Michigan that our marriage was over for me.
No car of my own, I carried the kids, to secure a UHaul... And then packed that truck while "he" was at work. I packed up an entire house, two little babies, and was bound and determined to drive that truck home to Flintville that night.
BUT... (lady luck)...
He came home early that day; and I made the mistake of saying that I was leaving, and that he was "welcome to join me."
(Hindsight being what it is, he wasn't; but he did).

When we got back here, we stayed here at Mom and Dads for a while; just until we could find a place of our own... In the meantime, one of my friends had come over, and had asked me to join her softball team.

But of course I would join!!! I was thrilled to have something, other than tending babies, to do.
Hmmm... Nope, that does NOT make me a bad mother to say that; rather it keeps me honest. (Those babies were born not even 14 months apart).

Another close friend, Cindy VerVaeren (sp), and I spent lots of time together too. She was my confidante. She was my rock. She had an apartment on the west side of town, (the place we had found was on the east side).
We shared our trials with respect to life. She was to be married to a classmate of ours, and asked me to be matron of honor. YAY!
(And once more to reiterate that I was SO happy to be back HOME)!

I played softball... fast pitch, slow pitch, and every other kind. (And I was damn good at it too)! hehehe My "wonderful" husband actually was thrown out of the ballpark at Bay Beach for cursing each and every decision the umps made. Banned from all my games too. I was embarassed that he was there acting like that, and further embarassed at that decision too.

It was during that time that I had met Richard.

Having taken a season off because I was pregnant with Roberta, I still had many friends from my teams. One of the teams I played for was The Surf Club. A quaint, but rather large old "mom~and~pop" type club; owned by Johnnie Johnson and his wife.
One month after Roberta was born I filed for divorce. After going to the shelter, I then moved with my three babies to my parents home; until the idiot was court~ordered to vacate our apartment.
Weeks/months (whatever) later, I was joining some friends at The Surf Club. While they drank or played darts, or shot pool, I was playing at the pinball machine. The door to the club was directly behind me by about 3 feet, if that...

I remember that I had an excellent game going, and had been given TONS of extra games already. My points just kept adding up... (I was sure getting my quarters worth)! hehehe
All of a sudden, to find myself down on the floor, and thrown into the wall at my side.
Hurt.
And there were many people yelling.
Scared, but to turn a bit, and open my eyes after the impact with the wall, I saw my (still then) husband standing there and cursing.
He was over 6' tall, and "Little Mark" as we called him, was 'telling him off'. Mark was maybe all of 5'7" tall. I remember Johnny Johnson yelling too, and telling my idiot husband to "get out and stay out"...
(No one could have stopped it, or barely even seen him come in. It all happened so fast).

Rick had recalled this event the other day... We had been talking about how things had changed during the course of ones lifetime.
He was there that night, and had seen it happen too; but shooting at one of the pool tables at the other end of the place, he had not gotten there fast enough either. (The idiot had already been forcibly removed from the club).

I called Cindy to come and get me. There was no way I was going back to Mom and Dads and have to share this with them. (At that point still, I was still too embarassed to tell them about everything)... And I spent that night at Cindys, along with many more, (in "hiding" if you will, in her security~locked building).
Like I said, she was my rock...

She got married, and I was her matron of honor. Not too very long after that, she came to my townhouse and declared that divorce was wrong. She told me if I went through with the divorce that all of my kids would be stupid juvenile deliquents and wind up in jail. (Things to that nature)... And she told me that a divorced woman alone was useless etc etc etc. And that she didn't care to be friends with me.

I couldn't believe the contempt that came from her. Only a few weeks before having watched her be married, having signed her marriage license.

Asking her to repeat it all, and doubly asking her if this is what she truly believed, I told her, in no uncertain terms, to leave my house, and my life. She did.

I was shattered completely; for I had always honored my friends too. And for the first time in my life, (save for the brutal marriage I'd had), I knew what betrayal felt like. It burnt all the way through... And it cut deep.

Fast forward a few years to our 10 year class reunion. Her husband had come to me asking to 'bury the hatchet'. (Over my dead body).
She'd simply pulled up anchor and had left me.
I didn't want any part of that. Not again. "Fool me once" was enough.
I do remember at that reunion having a glass of lambusco in my hand, and I also remember toying with the idea of tossing it at her cream colored dress. But I didn't. (I think I regret that to this day). Oh well.

The things that have changed during our lifetimes here. Rick is older than I by 10 years. He grew up to do his tours with the Marine Corp in Vietnam. He said when he was a kid that the husbands that beat their wives were scorned a bit, but everyone had a tendency to look the other way. Then came the stick up for a few wives mentality... And then the wives began to stick up for themselves too.

Yet, with respect to domestic violence, the role the police had was only to separate the husbands and the wives; if only to tell them to go cool off for an hour or so!

I swear that with respect to what I went through, my own ex might still be in jail if the laws we have now could somehow be made retroactive.

Now if only we could make our children understand.

Have a great Tuesday.

Love to all.

XOXO
Anne

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Fall "Fire" and Fun!

Good Morning All!

Waking up this morning I was a bit chilly... Windows open and drafting on me too. (47 degrees, you would be chilly too)! The Punkster was all snuggled up by Casey. And they BOTH came down shortly thereafter. (Yes, I can share my quiet time)! hehehe
Casey stole the computer and was online for a bit, and then to call my godson too! She left a message on his cell at that ungodly hour. But he is home for only a short time, and she had to touch base with him... Especially after having such a dream about him too. (No, not THAT kind- Just an innocent dream).

Then right back upstairs those kids went; ~dog, cat, and daughter!

Now, does anyone know what kind of bush that is in the top picture? I'd planted it a few years back, and promptly forgot what the name of it is.
Guess I will call it "George" then.
Hahaha, a "George Bush"???
(Man, sometimes I crack myself up without even trying)!
>Pass more caffeine please<

More walking yesterday. But learned that in order to get back to the woods, (and home again), that we take the car back to begin with.

After a lovely afternoon, we all went back to the woods.

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Not quite 'crunchy' yet as we have had many rains...
But almost perfect for color!

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Casey playing "Keep Away"...

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Wee "fire"!

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Sumac. Maple. Oak.
And still so much green!

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HUGE "Tarzan" vines in an old oak tree.

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A deep run~off at the SE end of the field goes all the way down the ravine.

(Methinks the snowmobiles had better stay on the trails this winter)...

>Click here for map of trails<

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Driving back from the east end of the old farm~
~ as the skies threatened more rain.

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Back at the house again, to find a gaggle of mushrooms in the backyard

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A "Smurf City" perhaps?

Methinks I should be out there mowing???
hehehe

Casey played more with the pooches...
Tossing the ball up on the hip roof of the old shed.

And they are so patient... (mostly)...

As she throws in all the way over; and they wait. And wait. And WAIT...

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They just don't quite understand the 86~feet~per~second law of gravity.

They wait some more... (as Casey laughs herself almost hysterical)!

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Night settled in and we walked a bit... to the old barngrade.

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Without those orbs, it just would not have been so great a picture!

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Yes, we do have many orbs around the old farm. Inside and outside too. Would anyone want to venture to tell me why? Going through some old pictures too I have seen a few oddities. Casey spotted one yesterday as she had posted her entry.

It is hard to see in the small picture, so here is a repost of my Jello~Face~Kid.

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No wonder the poor kid is crying!

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What IS behind her peeking out of that closet???

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This picture was taken when we lived in the townhouses in Ashwaubenon;
So no, we do not have anything like that here...

>Click here if you want to go to Caseys Blog<

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So not much news from Flintville. Yesterdays high was in the mid 70's perfect for playing, but my danged fat foot refused to cooperate. I will call in today, but AFTER my little chores are done... (Just on the off~chance he somehow makes it totally useless)! hehehe

Hope your weekend was perfect! Have a WUNNAFUL Monday!

Please either let me know about the "bush" or the closet? (I only kept coats in there so the girls would not misplace them)...

XOXO
Anne

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Sidnaw, Michigan

Good Morning All!

I have found a few more pictures from times past in Sidnaw, Michigan.

For my newfound friends in lower Michigan and in Germany too. I hope they will kindly add their own thoughts and ideas and memories too...

This is a picture of my mothers homeplace in Upper Michigan.

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Picture is dated 1948,
you can still see how they lived.

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The following picture to show the lay of the land on their farm. The house being toward the top on the right...

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This is my grandfather, (Franciscus Corneel ~Cornell~ VandenPlas), with my Aunt Loretta (Mrs. Harry Worden).

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After leaving the old homestead, my grandfather built the little cottage in the background here; and lived there until he was no longer able to care for himself. They found him one January with a frozen shoulder; and in the company of another man who had sought refuge for the winter. Very little heat~ Not enough food for sustenance. They were both taken from there, but I am not sure of the year;(in the mid~1950's).

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Sidnaw, Michigan; picture is dated Oct. 18, 1953

And captioned by my mother "Us Lumberjacks!"

Mama is on the left.

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My grandparents had divorced years before.
Unheard of in that day and age~ (I never learned of this until I was divorced in 1979/1980, and Mom shared this family 'secret' with me as I was going through my 1st divorce). My grandparents lived at one of the local nursing homes in Green Bay. They had separate rooms. More feeble, but still they were able to come and visit on occasion providing they had transportation to/from the home.

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Francis VandenPlas, and Zoe (Radart), VandenPlas

Photo taken in the early 1960's

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The decision was made after their deaths to sell the old homestead. All of the children (7), had long since relocated, were married, and had children of their own.

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The house, still standing after years of neglect;
sans windows, doors and entryway.

The outbuildings and barns also stood.

Photo dated 1970

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In the mid 1960's, a dear sweet couple, (originally from Germany, and 1st generation Americans), had bought the homeplace.

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Their names were Karl and Hilde Johnssen.

Sadly, they never had children of their own, but AS children we always looked forward to seeing them~ Much like our own grandparents who, by that time were gone from our young lives. (I was 5 when Grandpa died in Spring, and had turned 5 by the time grandmother died in the Fall; about 7 months later).

Karl had worked for Ford Motor Company in Detroit until he retired.

Hilde was a short, little, lovely woman who knew everything. And I say that with the utmost respect.
Hilde had had a brain tumor in her 40's. After her doctors had removed the tumor this strong woman had to learn EVERYTHING all over again! Much as a baby would, she had to even learn to crawl before she could walk. Karl stood by her side every step of the way.

And learn she did! There was simply NOTHING that you could 'stump' this woman on! Nor was she ever afraid of anything.

Hilde and Karl both hunted. And many times it was Hildegard that slayed the venison or the bear! But it didn't matter, as long as they had food on their table.

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Karl and Hilde had plans of their own for the place. Not wanting to destroy any of the history of the place, but having no use for a barn, they simply decided to turn the old barn into their home!

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The foundation was solid, although they would pour additional concrete for the flooring...

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Before renovation. An undated photo.

(Would any of you know the production years of these vehicles)?

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Karl on the right; with an unknown helper, securing the beams.

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Work began in earnest.
And yes, Hilde pitched in as well.

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And soon a home began to emerge where the old barn had once stood!

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Rear of home...

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Front of home.

Uncle Walter Nooyen, Hilde, Mama, and Karl

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Uncle Walter married my Aunt Florence. (She was the eldest of the VandenPlas children). He preceded her in death. My Aunt Florence lived until May of 1998. My own mother passed away that very same November.

I will blog more about these dear people, but for now must get my day moving.

But, I promised a special picture for my cousin in Germany at Ramstein Air Base.

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Aunt Florence and Uncle Walter Nooyen

ENJOY!

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I hope you all have a grand Thursday. It is in the low 60's here, and LOTS of wind and rain. (I am amazed that the power has not gone out)... >knocks on wood<

Love to all!

XOXO
Anne

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For more Sidnaw blogs, please click on my cloud tag "Sidnaw" on left, and scroll down to see all of my entries regarding Sidnaw, Michigan and its people

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Flintville~vs~Sidnaw?

Good Morning All;

Yes, (and regrettably at times), I am still alive! hehehe
On top of my foot, (no pun intended), I have been under attack by my stupid head.
(>CLICK< for Migraine info "Myths vs Reality").

On the very bright side, I have not had to take my 'foot' pills since yesterday morning. Happy about that~ Only a few days ago I had actually watched the clock for when I could take another pain pill. It feels better, (as does my silly head) now. I took the boot off, and have been back to "gimping" so much better than I have for a few weeks. I have not been brave enough to wear a shoe though...

My foot is still very rOund. hehehe
(Hmmm... I wonder if one can get stretch marks on their feet)?!? Might as well, after carrying 4 kids Lord only knows I've got those marks every place else! hehehe
The foot sure swolled up, and stayed that way too. One of the bodys little miracles to keep the fracture safe I suppose...
No, I have not yet returned for that next x~ray.

Not too much news... The brunt of it is covered in Caseys blog anyway... YAY!
(What a copout for me, eh)? Lucky that way!!!

Oh, and my halloween comic... (I stole all of these 'funnies' from an email last year, so feel free to steal away)!!!

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Been checking on a few more emails, and I see that Yahoo! has posted another blog on the life expectancy of our little 360~World.
Please go and make your voices heard once more.

>CLICK HERE< for their new blog. No, don't do it now... Wait til after you leave me a comment!

Of newsworthiness too... (And celebrating his 249^th birthday somewhere), is none other than Noah Webster... (Info stolen from HERE).

America's first lexicographer, was born on October 16, 1758.
We remember Webster as the author of the first American dictionary, but he was also the first authority to advocate American English.
His American Spelling Book, published in 1783 (later known as Webster's Elementary Spelling Book), was the first to Americanize the spelling of English words such as colour and labour by dropping the u.
He also espoused American pronunciation and usage. In a very real sense, Webster gave us the language that Americans think of as English.
An estimated 60 million copies of Webster's speller were sold during its first hundred years in print. In 1828, Webster's American Dictionary of the English Language was published, with 12,000 more words and about 40,000 more definitions than any previous English dictionary.

As I type, I wonder where ANY of us would be without him all those years ago?.

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On an unrelated topic, I had previously written about a man, now living in lower Michigan, who had contacted me regarding the stories I had written about my mother, and her birthplace, Sidnaw, Michigan. Seems it was his birthplace too and he had found my blog doing a search on the internet.

I have since received still another letter. This time from a gentleman in Germany who had also grown up in Sidnaw... Oddly enough, and all the way from Germany, he has met one of my cousins at his work across the big pond!!! WOW!

WHAT A SMALL WORLD WE LIVE IN!
And yes, I will be posting more about Sidnaw now that I can hobble my way up to the attic to grab some pictures! Since it has been raining for the past couple of days, I believe I will be doing that today!

Mama "got" me again here. All I wanted to do here was to put Flintville, Wisconsin on the map! hehehe But I have a feeling Sidnaw, Michigan will be just as much fun!

Have a "Wunnaful~Wednesday" !!!!

Love to all.

XOXO
Anne

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Deaf Mountain Goats...

Master Gabriel!!! hehehe

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Good Morning Everyone!

In keeping with the season, I have to post this picture too!

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HAHAHA... (I actually HAD an "Uncle Joe")...

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The pictures in this blog were all taken on Saturday... (yesterday was nasty, and I will get to that later).

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Berta had stopped out with Gabriel before she had to go in for work... She has been working many overtime hours and has been almost an invisible entity.

Gabriel was very excited to meet the kitty. Or as he says, "KEE~TEE"... (Notice he didn't even bother taking his jacket off)!

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The Master. The Mother. ...(And The Mouser)!

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Of course he might have kept his coat on, knowing that we would inevitably end up outside. We all chatted while he busied himself picking some flowers for Mama and Grandma too!

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Offering his prize pick!

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And here he is again, posing under the willow tree!

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A "CHEESEFACE" for his Mama!

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Then I think he was making fun of me, and my way too painful foot...

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He actually 'limped' around the car as he used Punks stick for a 'cane'.

sadly, it was freakin' hysterical...

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But both dogs came to my defense with their own little bits of support...

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Winks from both Mama Milly AND The Punk...

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And on to yesterday...

Gabriel arrived about quarter after eight. And he was in FULL Assault Form of those 'terrible twos' too. (And he seemed to be taken completely "deaf" as well)...

I came back here to rearrange his little car that turns into a wagon; (took me long enough to figure out "how" to do it too). He laughed at me. He then pushed it out into the kitchen and to the living room. In the meantime, I had quick clicked "home" on my page here to see if anyone was on, or had commented on my blog. Gone for no longer than a minute, I hear him shaking something, and go out to the dining room. He was standing on the bar table (4 feet up!!!), and was using the flyswatter to try to hit a bug on the ceiling! (Heart Attack City for me)... YOKES! Now he's a deaf mountain goat???

...And high time to be getting in the shower too. He put his blanket in the bathroom, and contented himself playing with my "boot" while I showered. Casey woke up in the meantime, and we decided to take a ride to see Rick. (Gabriel LOVES his Grandpa too)! I should have thought to bring the camera, but didn't; not with all the "terrible~two~ing" going on around here...

We witnessed a miracle though... While we were there, Gabriel seemed to recover BOTH his hearing, and his manners!!!

Hmmm....???? hehehe

...We left at halftime, (about 1:30); but never made it home until about 7:30. I think Casey missed her doctors so much that we ended up at St. Marys Hospital once more... (She had SO much pain all over again). She was shaky, nauseous;, and once again, her eyesight was blurred. She was weak. Sweaty. Pale like death. And of course they only treated her pain.

Her blood tests were mostly normal... Her lipase/amylase count was up a little, but maybe this is normal for Chronic Pancreatitis? In the meantime I had called Robertas friend Jessica. She picked Gabriel up without hesitation. She called Berta too because Berta was to the hospital within the hour.

So to "follow up with her regular doctor" today or tomorrow. Blah~Blah~Blah... Would somebody PLEASE just get us a damned diagnosis already? I am so tired of hearing the word "ideopathic" ...
*Kind of a catch~all to replace "we have no idea what's really wrong because we are all idiots." (Followed closely be, "here's the address to send your check to.").

Damn.

She is still asleep, wanting to be woken for 7 because she has 2 LONG re~interviews today, beginning at 9. Two different companies. Please wish her well. And maybe a little prayer or two?

It's almost 7 now for crying out loud... Must fly...

Have a great Monday, or I shall have to send the dogs, (and Uncle Joe), to be cheering you up as well!

XOXO
Anne

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Happy Hallow/Horse Sense?

Sad, but true!

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Good Morning All!

The sun is already out, the thermometer claiming it to be 40°, Gabriel will be here within the hour... And all is well. 'cept for my stupid foot that is... And time will fix that one.

I did get out and about yesterday, But (sorry Sweet Pam), we didn't get back to the woods. The boys were hunting back there; the dogs and I decided it would not be prudent with respect to our hides to mosey on to the woods or the river.

So we stayed up front. Lord knows there is more than enough to get done up here. And I didn't even have my camera! (The Casey kid had stolen it). So you will just have to picture the dogs 'helping' me out in the garden. Punk helping herself to some old corncobs... And she even picked them herself, right off the stalks! Funny

I really do not have to blog today, as I see CaseyFace has done it all for me already. Complete with pictures and all!!!

Please >CLICK HERE< or on her name above, and see what happened in our little Flintvillian town yesterday!

Hey Casey, life is tough... get a helmet!
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Oh wait... you have just gotten one...

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Kelli on May; Casey on "Breeze~Along"...

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And her blog!!!
hehehe (I might have even added a bit of side~stepping when she wrote of her sassy horse)!

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Caseys Feet!!! Ready to side~step?

(Now go ask her about her derrière)!

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"SEAT!"
hehehe

noun

The part of one's back on which one rests in sitting: buttock (used in plural), derrière, posterior, rump. Informal: backside, behind, bottom, rear ^{1. Slang: bun (used in plural), fanny, tush. Chiefly British: bum 2. See over}

The lowest or supporting part or structure: ^{base 1, basis, bed, bottom, foot, footing, foundation, fundament, ground, groundwork, substratum, underpinning (often used in plural). See over}

A place of concentrated activity, influence, or importance: ^{center, focus, headquarters, heart, hub. See edge}

verb

To cause to take a sitting position: ^{sit (down). See rise}

To place securely in a position or condition: ^{ensconce, establish, fix, install, settle. See put in}

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Hehehe !!!

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(Yes, she pretty much covered ALL of those definitions)!!!

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Have a great Sun~ny~day!!!

XOXO
Anne

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Frost on My Computersaurus?

I kid you not, I actually had this prehistoric version of Yahoo! email...

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Good Morning All;

A raunchy day yesterday with my technical issues... And I have NO idea how my computer got all screwed up. But one phone call to Yahoo! fixed it completely.

Hard to find that number, so here it is for anyone having problems with their Yahoo. 1-866-722-3425

The gal I spoke to, (second tier), was very kind and helpful; and even had a decent sense of humor. I was, and remain, impressed.

But I was having other issues too. Between my silly foot and my stupid head, I did end up going in for a shot. AND, Casey even asked them for a boot... My doctor had already gone for the weekend, but they gave me one anyway...

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Cute eh? The newest in Flintville Fashion!!!

Please forgive the glazed smile; I had just gotten that shot...
(Even my foot felt better after that injection)! hehehe

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When I awoke this morning, my head was much better; and, having slept with the boot on, so was my foot. Kinda nice to wake up that way too!

Maybe, just maybe, I can actually even get some work done around here today... AND take the dogs back to the woods! The high is to be around 58°, nice and sunny too!

It is 33° as I type. Seems chilly in here too, but I have not heard the furnace kick in even once since I woke. (Hang on)... Back now, it was a whole 62° in here. (And yes, I turned that darned furnace on)...

Been finding some interesting reading on this wonderful "WWW"...

Does anyone have a MySpace, LinkedIn, or Facebook account? You may want to click and read this article about safety and desktop security issues. CLICK HERE.

I also came across a site called LifeTips.

They have a cheatsheet for almost anything you can think of from cleaning anything to home and garden to hobbies and pets to even golfing! A bit of Heloise for the internet!

Check these out... "Play Life Tips"

Entertain/Events

Exercise/Fitness

Family/Safety

Food/Drink

Gear/Gadgets

Health/Disease

Hobbies/Pets

Home/Garden

Kids/Games

Relationship/Love

Sports/Sporting

Style/Fashion

Travel/Cities

Holiday/Observances

Hopefully the links work. The other part of their site deals with Work life tips.

As I shouldn't be so grounded and immobile anymore, I shall get busy then! Tired already of sitting on my backside in the name of 'healing'. hehehe

Hope you are all having a grand weekend!

Now, would somebody please go dancing for me????

Hmmm... You think you don't have anyone to go dancing with? Here is a bit of help for you shy (and some NOT so shy), people... Casey has posted an entire blog of pick~up lines for you! hehehe CLICK HERE to read those!
...And DO let me know if they work!!!!

So my question of the day is: What is/was your own best pickup line?

XOXO
Anne

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