- I know how our little guy feels....
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Good Morning Everyone;
It's been a long weekend 'round these parts- (Made longer by the near 90 temps, more of that heat/humidity today too)...
I think I have a bit of a strep throat.
I do have a wonderful immune system, so this too shall pass. Just that in the meanwhile, I have a fever- lots of tummy upset, and of course that 'strawberry' tongue.
Add to that the fact that I feel like "ca~ca"...
I did sleep a whole bunch from late yesterday afternoon, until about 3 or so this morning. That always helps!
Back to our weekend though...
Busy would be one way to describe it.
(Busy BUSY would be another)...
1st, "That Damnable Pancreas"...
Casey wound up at the hospital once more on Saturday night- So very much pain all over again. The doctors say it is time to rethink her position on not taking any painkillers. (I think so too). They gave her 4 rounds of dilaudid to even put a dent in it for her. She will have to see her regular doctor here either today or tomorrow.
Getting a ride from Miss Marie, Gabriel's mama came to pick him up on Saturday evening. Sure has been quiet around here- (But quiet enough to get a bit of sleep too). hehehe
He had been busy too!
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He plays hard...
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He eats Good!.
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And he is not afraid to nap either!
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That is to say, AFTER he has been secured in his room!.
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Casey had LOTS of fun too!.
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Painting the sign for the sale...
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(Until she realized there was a Paper Wasp or hornet nest,.
right on the other side of those yews).
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Yes, it is that huge- (and then some)!!!.
Right outside my window here too!
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Jenny Mella also like to play hard....
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Even if she got stuck!.
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Getting IN was one thing....
(It took a few minutes to get her out)!
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No I have not yet opened up our sale.
(But that hasn't stopped a few people from pulling in either)!
I tell them "SOON"...
I'd better close for now.
But before I do, know that I ask for you to visit Baby Mariah's page on Caring Bridge. She too was brought to the hospital yesterday... Faxed results from Chicago's MRI test were not good.
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Please visit and do leave a little note for her/her family.
They are going through so very much right now, and any prayers, thoughts and compassion are surely welcomed. It takes only a moment of your time, and a small piece of your heart.
CLICK HERE FOR HER LINK.
Love to all.
XOXO
Anne
Anna~Anna
"Flintville Annie"
© 2006-2015
Too Much...
A Moment of Your Time
Please take a minute to visit baby Mariahs Caring Bridge site; and to sign her little guestbook offering your prayers and your special hope too.
I promise it makes our own sadnesses and trials pale by comparison...
CLICK HERE.
XOXO
Anne
I promise it makes our own sadnesses and trials pale by comparison...
CLICK HERE.
XOXO
Anne
"Ketching" Up! (The Pill Does WHAT)?
Beans anyone?
Yes Mrs G., I shall send you my recipe(s) soon.
.Yes Mrs G., I shall send you my recipe(s) soon.
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Good Morning Everyone;
I am going to try to fill you in on our week here...
On Monday, Miss Marie drove out with Baby Samuel and Roberta too.
After our little hike to the woods that day, Master Gabriel was plum worn out; so I had sent him upstairs for a nap...
What a nice surprise for me to have them drive in!
So I brought Master Gabriel right back downstairs
to be able to see his mama and little brother.
.to be able to see his mama and little brother.
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Marie, Gabriel, Roberta feeding Big Sam!
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Gabriel, loving his little brother!
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A smooch for Sam...
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And a smooch for his mama too.
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Gabriel left with them that afternoon. Roberta had to work, but would pick him up after work. He stayed with Marie 'til Berta finished work.
On Tuesday, Roberta had a CAT Scan of her back; from an accident in early July, and I had agreed to pick her and Gabriel up from the clinic.
***I had also gone back to bed that morning, never thinking I would sleep until 10 minutes before Roberta's appointment. A fast call to Casey got her there much faster than I ~to pick them up.
Roberta didn't have to work until Wednesday so this is when we decided that I could go in for my head...
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Not too sure if Berta was real happy about this, but, oh well...
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I don't think Master Gabriel cared one way or the other...
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When I got him back yesterday, I had slept really good by then, and my head was almost back to normal.
Apparently the same (sleeping) was not true of Gabriel.
He got here, ate some cheese and a few crackers, and tipped over on the couch for a little nap.
He did not want to wake up; so I carried him upstairs and put him to bed.
He slept straight through for 14 and a half hours!
He is very bright~eyed and bushy~tailed this morning!
I have been reading up on politics... (Stay with me for a little bit). And found a website that the writer had asked if it makes a difference to the voting public if the candidate of their choice has any pets or not?
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Since not too much else makes any sense with these two we have on the ballot, I decided to check them out.
CLICK HERE for McCain
CLICK HERE for Obama.
The thought crosses my mind that I have little patience for people who are so numbskulled at times...
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Yes, I put my 2 cents in... (Please feel free to add your own)...
"The line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between political parties either--but right through every human heart."
-Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn, (rest in peace)...
I also read where "The Pill Makes Women Pick Bad Mates".
WHAT?!?
(Hard to resist clicking on that one)!!!
CLICK HERE for that story.
Methinks I am caught up for the most part...
And I hope you are all having one terrific Thursday!
Love to all!
XOXO
Anne
Originally posted to my Y! 360, Thursday August 14, 2008 - 08:03am (CDT)
Darned Funny!
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From a few emails...
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Marketing Speak From the Spin Doctors...
Cindy McCain discovered that her husband's great great uncle, Gunther McCain, was hanged for horse stealing and train robbery in Tennessee in 1889.
The only existing photograph shows him standing on the gallows. On the back of the picture is this inscription: "Gunther McCain; horse thief. Sent to Tennessee Prison 1883, escaped 1887. Robbed the Tennessee Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton detectives, convicted and hanged in 1889."
After letting the Republican Party's large staff of professional image consultants review this discovery, they took the following actions to assist John's campaign to become our next president. They decided to crop Gunther's picture, scan it in as an enlarged image, and edited it with image processing software so that all that is seen in the final picture is a head shot. Along with this enhanced photo, the accompanying biographical sketch was sent to the Associated Press:
"Gunther McCain was a famous cattleman in early Tennessee history. His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate dealings with the Tennessee railroad company. Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life to service at a government facility, finally taking leave to resume his business enterprise with the railroad. In 1887 he was a key player in a vital investigation run by the renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency. In 1889 Gunther regrettably died suddenly during an important civic function held in his honor when the platform on which he was standing collapsed."
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Doggone Brilliant
A wealthy man decided to go on a safari in Africa. He took his faithful pet dachshund along for company. One day, the dachshund starts chasing butterflies and before long the dachshund discovers that he is lost.
So, wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the obvious intention of having him for lunch. The dachshund thinks, "I'm in deep trouble now!" Then he noticed some bones on the ground close by, and immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat.
Just as the leopard is about to leap, the dachshund exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard. I wonder if there are any more around here." Hearing this, the leopard halts his attack in mid-stride, as a look of terror comes over him, and slinks away into the trees.
"Whew," says the leopard. "That was close. That dachshund nearly had me."
Meanwhile, a monkey, who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So, off he goes.
But the dachshund saw him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figured that something must be up.
The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. The leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine."
Now the dachshund sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back, and thinks, "What am I going to do now?" But instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet. And, just when they get close enough to hear, the dachshund says:
"Where's that darn monkey? Sent him off half an hour ago to bring me another leopard."
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Bad ATM Messages
- You go to get a balance inquiry, and instead of printing out a receipt the screen says: "Not worth wasting paper", and ejects your card. You try to get a balance inquiry, and the screen says: "Account not found." and keeps your card.
- You insert your card, and try to get some cash, and the ATM laughs and spits out your shredded card.
- You withdraw some money to pay some bills, count it, and the screen says: "What, you thought there was some EXTRA there? HA!", and ejects your card clear across the room.
- You think you've got $100 in your account and go to take out $50, and the screen says: "Not in this lifetime." and laughs as you bang on the machine, trying desperately to get your card back that the machine has taken.
- You go to the ATM, and there's a picture of you a-la-"Most Wanted" staring forlornly at the ATM camera with a caption that reads: "Wanted for trying to get water from a dry well."
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Sunday School
Johnny was asked by his mother what he had learned in Sunday School.
"Well, mum, our teacher told us how God sent Moses behind enemy lines on a rescue mission to lead the Israelites out of Egypt.
"When he got to the Red Sea he had his engineers build a pontoon bridge and all the people walked across safely. Then he used his walkie-talkie to radio headquarters for reinforcements. They sent bombers to blow up the bridge and saved the Israelites."
"Now, Johnny, is that really what your teacher taught you?" his mother asked.
"Well, no, mom, but if I told it the way the teacher did, you'd never believe it."
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There once was an Indian who had only one testicle, and whose
given name was 'Onestone'. He hated that name and asked
everyone not to call him Onestone.
After years and years of torment, One stone finally cracked and
said, 'If anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!'
The word got around and nobody called him that any more.
Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said,
'Good morning, Onestone.' He jumped up, grabbed her and took
her deep into the forest where he made love to her all day and all
night. He made love to her all the next day, until Blue Bird died
from exhaustion.
The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he
would do.
Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until
a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being
away. Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was overjoyed
when she saw Onestone.
She hugged him and said, 'Good to see you, Onestone.'
Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made
love to her all day, made love to her all night, made love to her all
the next day, made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird
wouldn't die!
What is the moral of this story???...
You can't kill two birds with onestone.
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Little Tony
Little Tony was staying with his grandmother for a few
days. He'd been playing outside with the other kids for
a while when he came into the house and asked her,
"Grandma, what's that called when two people sleep in
the same room and one is on top of the other?"
She was a little taken aback, but she decided to just tell
him the truth. "It's called sexual intercourse, darling."
Little Tony just said, "Oh, OK," and went back outside
to play with the other kids.
A few minutes later he came back in and said angrily,
"Grandma, it isn't called sexual intercourse. It's called
Bunk Beds. And Jimmy's Mom wants to talk to you."
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Polish Deevorce
> A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl.
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> Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well.
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> One day he rushed into a lawyer's office and asked him if he could
>arrange a divorce for him.
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> The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the
>circumstances, and asked him the following questions:
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> Have you any grounds?
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> Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.
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> No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?
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> It made of concrete.
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> I don't think you understand.
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> Does either of you have a real grudge?
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> No, we have carport, and not need one.
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> I mean. What are your relations like?
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> All my relations still in Poland .
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> Is there any infidelity in your marriage?
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> We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.
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> Does your wife beat you up?
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> No, I always up before her.
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> Is your wife a nagger?
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> No, she white.
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> Why do you want this divorce?
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> She going to kill me.
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> What makes you think that? >
> I got proof.
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> What kind of proof?
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> She going to poison me.
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> She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom.
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> I can read, and it say: "Polish Remover
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The Barber
A man was getting a haircut prior to a trip to Rome. He mentioned the trip to the barber who responded, "Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded, dirty and full of Italians. You're crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"
"We're taking TWA," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"TWA?" exclaimed the barber. "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are rude, and they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?"
"We'll be at the downtown International Marriott."
"That dump! That's the worst hotel in the city. The rooms are small, the service is surly and they're overpriced. So, whatcha doing when you get there?"
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the barber. "You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later, the man again came in for his regular haircut. The barber asked him about his trip to Rome.
"It was wonderful," explained the man, "not only were we on time in one of TWA's brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a beautiful 28 year old stewardess who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel - it was great! They'd just finished a $25 million remodeling job and now it's the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us the presidential suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the barber, "I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky, for as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the Pope likes to personally meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke to me."
"Really?" asked the Barber. "What'd he say?"
"He said, 'Where'd you get the lousy haircut?'"
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The Calf
A farmer was helping one of his cows give birth, when he noticed his four year old son standing at the fence, soaking in the whole event.
The man thought to himself, "Great. He's four and I'm gonna have to start explaining the birds and the bees. No need to jump the gun - I'll just let him ask, and I'll answer."
After everything was over, the man walked over to his son and said, "Well son, do you have any questions?"
"Just one," gasped the still wide-eyed lad.
"How fast was that calf going when he hit that cow?"
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The Gas Men
Two gas company servicemen, a senior training supervisor and a young trainee were out checking meters in a suburban neighborhood. They parked their truck at the end of the alley and worked their way to the other end.
At the last house, a woman looking out her kitchen window watched the two men as they checked her gas meter.
Finishing the meter check, the senior supervisor challenged his younger coworker to a foot race down the alley and back to the truck to prove that an older guy could outrun a younger one.
As they came running up to the truck, they realized the lady from that last house was huffing and puffing right behind them. They stopped and asked her what was wrong.
Gasping for breath, she replied, "When I see two gas men running as hard as you two were, I figured I'd better run too!"
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have a good one!
XOXO
Anne
¿¿¿Como se dice ~"Doo~Doo"~???
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Good Morning Everyone!
(Oops, "afternoon" now).
Words to the wise here: Do NOT be eating while you are reading;
especially if you have a sensitive stomach...
In answer to the above title; I have only been in one of my little comas.
As I was finishing putting the last load of wash in the dryer Monday night, I started seeing those dots and flashing lights.
I took a Maxalt, and waited for the lights to go away. (Having also had to put the TV on pause so I could watch the Packer Game) .
Thank the powers that be for my DISH System, and the ability to pause live TV...
I never caught up with the game until past the halftime.
Maxalt screws up my "innards"... And the headache takes care of everything else. (Suffice to say that I spent a great deal of time within the confines of the powder room).
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And Monday had been SO nice...
Casey came out, and we all went to the woods, and down to the river too. (I have not been down there but once, since I hurt my back).
Even Miss Milly stuck around to us; in part because Casey was here, Mr. Miller was here, and of course Master Gabriel too.
Sputnik was not one bit interested in going along..
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Apparently too busy to be bothered...
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Casey and Gabriel on the way to the woods.
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As we walked back, all three dogs had found something very very nasty to roll in. Milly got the first serving, having bolted to the woods in her own style.
Punk was second, and with all of our yelling, only got a little on her neck/collar.
I removed her collar (posthaste and very carefully); and wound up carrying it home on a stick.
(Yes, her collar WAS bleach~washed that same night; right along with Mama Milly's)...
Mr. Miller tried to roll in it too, but he missed... (True). hehehe
Since this is what dogs do, we just kept going.
Thank God for the river!
Were you born, raised, or ever even worked at a farm?
Then you know there is a huge difference in the 'aroma' of the different animals.
There is also a difference in 'shape' of the doo~doo any animal leaves 'behind'.
We discovered what the dogs had rolled in was HUMAN.
And our insides just roiled over and over-
More of it in the woods too. I believe the little Mexicans have used the woods as their personal toilet.
DAMNED MAD ABOUT THAT. (There are not enough cuss words to even write how I feel about this).
Funny, but I haven't seen them here since Casey made that phone call to complain...
But anyway, like I said, thank God for the river!
Gabriel was not too sure about walking in water.
on all the "slippy~rocks".
(So a little help goes a long way)...
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Punk was already soaking....
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Dirty Milly joined her too!When we got her, Miss Milly would NOT go in the river... And she was petrified to even be near the water as I brought it to her kennel. Bath times have been known to be awfully anxiety~ridden for us all...
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Gabriel splashed water at an already soaked Punk!.
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We watched a crayfish fight too....
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Not much fun having to get back up the cliff. But was very much a worthwhile little trip...
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Casey gets pushed all the way home!.
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And it was bath time... For all three of these dogs.
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Miss Milly went first.
(I knew she was white underneath all that gunk)!
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Then The Punkster...
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The hose water was chilly, but they all loved their baths.
As for myself, I was wondering if there is a way to put my entire being in the washer too...
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While I washed the dogs, Master Gabriel was bound and determined
to teach Mr. Miller to golf!
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One of the most Sacred Laws of Flintville reads;.
All wet clothes MUST be removed prior to going in the house.
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exposing many many crinkly toes!.
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I shall have to finish this later- Have to bring Roberta to work now.
In the meantime, please let me know what words YOU might have used...
XOXO
Anne
Flying Time...
Gotta fly for now...
Packers game is on...
XOXO
Me
PS
There isn't enough $$$ in the world to want to be Aaron Rodgers right now...
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A "Wunnaful" Weekend!
- Yes, that's me....
Wearing my back brace after a long weekend...
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Good Monday Morning All;
I only wish I could wear that brace 24/7...
...It makes me look skinny!
Due to the fact that I work (and sweat), I don't wear it while I am outside. I won't be getting it icky.
I shall share our weekend with you....
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But first a warning... I might have posted this before, but make sure you double check your prescriptions. Your doctor doesn't always know these interactions are possible.
Do any of you have/get migraine headaches?
Here is a very good page to let you know what NOT to take along with your Imitrex, Maxalt, Zomig, etc. (Or vice~versa).
CLICK HERE.
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At my house right now is a 2 year old who has more energy than 100 of me.
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But every now and then he will pause to watch....
Absolutely in awe of the tractors
and the trailers
and the rigs
across the street
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Did you notice the feathers in his hand?.
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A somewhat fresh kill too..
Found in the ditch.
Randy buried it there too.
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I think this may be the same bird I'd taken a picture of the day before.
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Of course there has to be time to play too...
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Who said it was high time for us to be busy too?The weeds are slowly but surely disappearing around here, thanks to Randy. (He's got a good back)!
He also mowed the ditches with my old pushmower. I honestly thought I had thrown this one out- He found it in the old calf pen.
It needed no more than a few tweaks to get it going-
(And maybe a few cuss words too)....
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I'd bought a hose about a month ago to replace 'el~cheapo' that I had connected in the pumphouse.
The new one is to withstand 500psi.
Maybe the hose itself did, but the connector left much to be desired; and spewed water all over the water pit...
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Oh wait....
It may have spewed water all over Randy too.
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It was at this point that Master Gabriel used the last of his vanishing acts.
This does not make me happy... even if Punk is with him, and even if he is just around the corner...
I had asked him nicely 4 times to stay put where I could see him.
He didn't listen.
So the consequences did not make him happy either.
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Miss Milly and Gabriel are on the same wavelength..
She disappeared too...
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Correct me if I am seeing things....
Do they have the same p.o.'ed expressions on their faces,
Or is it my imagination?
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Gabriel toddles around on the tricycle;
absolutely refusing to put his feet on the pedals.
So he needed just a bit of coaching....
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And then it was easy to get it right!.
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A very proud moment!
For us all!
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Gabriel wasn't too big on sharing yesterday....
And surely not Grandpa Randy's attention...
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For some reason, I was kind of happy when the dust settled for the day.
Randy still had to get up to his dad's and visit his mom.
Time to go.
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A hug and a kiss
And a few words of love and wisdom too...
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It gets chilly and dark, in a quick way now...
Time to go inside.
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And to get our jammies on...
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Sweet Jesus, he was still full of piss and vinegar
and ready for more!!!
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Teeth.
Story time.
And prayers for everyone!
And it really didn't take him long to fall asleep.
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Me neither.
Love to all-
I hope your weekend was also filled with a little love,
(and a whole lot of laughter).
XOXO
Me
PS
About the laughter?
I asked Randy to exchange that hose for me...
I told him I got it at K-Mart.
In reality, I'd gotten it at Wal-Mart...
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I later confessed when he called as he left K-Mart.
HAHAHA!!!
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