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Good Morning All!

Dashing through my home page at Yahoo; there near to the bottom is my daily Horoscope. I might check this about once a month or so, as I am usually too happy just to check my email and my 360...

Here is mine for today:

August 09, 2007

Cancer (6/22-7/22) You know more than you think you know, so don't let anyone keep you from saying what you think about a certain political situation today. They can't intimidate you anymore, because the universe is going to wake up your inner warrior. This is a good day to be assertive about what you think, what you want, and what you expect from other people. Without coming off as too demanding, you can clearly communicate anything you want. You may make an enemy, but you will win many new allies.

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Kinda just makes me wonder where I should begin then? Hmm? (Or shall I just start laughing)???

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It is Pa's birthday-

Had he lived, he would have been 95... If you weren't around last year, please take a quick minute to read last years tribute to him... >CLICK HERE<

...Now I shall go ponder my 'horror'scope! (YOKES)! hehehe

Have a good one!

XOXO
Anne, ~and my "Inner Warrior"...

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Caution: Moral and Political

Good morning...

First of all to thank those of you who responded to my latest note about Casey, or to the blog yesterday, and have extended your thoughts and prayers, links, hearts and love to us too.

Casey had called the other night after reading that 'most' patients diagnosed with "Chronic Pancreatitis" do not live past the seven year mark... *Sweet Pea, I too have been unable to find this same information with my own searches, (and yours); but no mind to that, I have a scared young woman on my hands. (As if she hasn't been scared enough before)... All of your thoughts and prayers WILL help her through that all; size not withstanding, this girl is a formidable opponent when angry.

We all love Casey. What's NOT to love?

There are but less than half a handful of people that have conveyed that not to be true... But again, I only ask those same people, (two exactly) that have said the most heinous and untrue things to/about her to WALK A MILE IN HER MOCCASINS. (Just one).

...To say anything, or to do something with ONLY the intention of causing pain and/or suffering is so truly despicable. And especially now, isn't it?

Mama always said "If you can't be right, be wrong at the top of your voice."

I intend to do just that. And to do it right now.

In the above referenced note that I had sent out to a select few, I had closed with these two paragraphs:

"I can only hope and pray that during the next 7 years SOMEONE is going to come up with SOMETHING.. SOMEHOW... and SOMEWHERE.

...And next year will be the year to get RID of the narrow mindedness in DC and vote for anyone that does not wish to stop stem cell research for any reason."

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"Disease and disorders with no therapies or at best, partially effective ones, are the lure of the pursuit of stem cell research. 'There are examples of significant progress that is a prologue to an era of medical discovery of cell-based therapies that will one day restore function to those whose lives are now challenged every day — but perhaps in the future, no longer."

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For anybody that might think that KC~Face will be taking this lying down, you have another 'think' coming. Where she said she could not ever inject herself, she has already done so...

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Her 2nd shot of subcutaneous Octreotide Acetate

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And while we do not know what the future will bring to any of us, we do know that she will continue to fight this 'beast of a pancreas' she seems to have!

Like I said, "a FORMIDABLE opponent!"

I already know I am going to 'lose' a friend or two on my list for what follows, so please just be straight with me about this, and let me know.

Opponents... I have always hated the Roe v Wade decision, and have always been 'against' abortion; and most especially as a birth control measure. To me, this only constitutes irresponsibility to begin with. But how I feel about that is neither here nor there.

The facts are thus...

• Abortion IS legal, I believe in all 50 states to some degree.
• The 'product' of the abortion is generally destroyed, simply as medical waste.

Why?

To me, this is the largest waste of medical (and 'miracle') possibilities, not only for my daughter, but FOR US ALL. That these babies might be able to somehow provide life for some other child, some other person that has suffered so very greatly during their life, only to have an uncertain future; is an awesome thought.

I am no scientist, but I am a mother of an ill child. I will need to do much internet research and find the possibilities within that all. I already know the potential exists to sustain GOOD/REAL "life" for many people... And seemingly Washington has curtailed these efforts. (I am left to wonder if that executive order would have been the very same if GW had a loved one that is suffering)? Hmmm...

In closing for today, please do not be thumping your bibles or your morals in my direction.

I already believe that between God, The Great Spirit, (or whatever you deem Him to be), that I am a moral, decent and ethical person.

I need NO judgment calls on this issue, (and I truly thank you in advance for that).

What I do need is a government FOR the people...

What I do need are answers; and thus, a treatment and a cure.

And that is all Casey wants too.

Casey has a doctor appointment to get to, so we will be leaving shortly. Please forgive me if I do not get back on too quickly. And in advance to thank you for your thoughts, comments and hope.

Love, peace, health and happiness to all.

XOXO
Anne

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Bake and Broil... I Broke the Baby

Good Morning... (er... I so "hope" it is anyway)...

Some of you may have been vigilant enough here to have caught my blast yesterday afternoon. Others might not have, so no worries, (I can blog about darn near anything so I shall just blog about my ex~blast)! hehehe

Does anything happen with rhyme and reasoning attached to it? I think not. Having been so icky~sick with my wasp~stung hand/arm, (and nighty night with the danged benedryl), I did not accompany Miss Casey to the hospital. She was there Saturday night/Sunday morning; with intense pain all over again. She had to visit her primary doctor yesterday afternoon, and said she would call me as soon as she was through there.

Hindsight being 20/20, I should have packed up Master Gabriel and met her there.

But no~o~o~o, I figured that he would need his nap at almost the same time, and chose not to go along.

We played outside for a long time.

Hot as heck, but am afraid I/we are getting somewhat accustomed to the "bake and broil" temps around us.

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He picked some deer apples...

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He picked a few 'weeds' too! ("FOWERZ" as he calls them)!

And all was right with his world; (and mine)...

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Time to come inside or just croak out there, he played with his little blue ball at the bottom of the steps. He would bounce it off of them and go running after it; to the kitchen, or the bathroom or to the back room as well. The ball is actually a bit warped and doesn't roll straight to begin with. (Truth be known, I know people like that)...

I was in the kitchen, having gotten the ball for him at one point. I rolled it back to him... and at that point all hell broke loose.

Punk walked inbetween Gabriel and I. And Gabriel had turned at that exact moment as the ball had rolled past him. And then I am unclear of the details, only that my arms were not long enough, nor my body quick enough to react as I saw him toppling over, hard, and headed for the doorframe.

He caught the doorframe straight in the center of his forehead. A split second late I caught him... No skin had opened up, but a dark streak and an immediate goose egg too.

Then came the breath... This sharp intake... A lungful of air... And the wait for that scream too. (Seemed like a very long wait at the moment too). And out it came!! Punk headed back out to the entrance. (I really don't think she had ran into him, but am not sure either).

The crying didn't last too long, but after trying to check his pupils then I thought better to call Roberta at work. (I won't even get into the bs that they gave me just to get an emergency message to my daughter)... But she came out right away and brought him in to the ER. His xrays came back ok, and just the standard protocol then for possible concussion. Light on the foods, and to wake him every now and then if he seems to be sleeping too long. (What exactly, is "too long" for a child to sleep)? hehehe

Ok I really DO understand what they are saying there... But couldn't resist that one...

In the meanwhile, Casey had been at her own Dr. appointment. I will go back in with her this morning to see how she must self~inject digestion hormones... They are thinking this could be the problem with her pancreas now? I surely hope so. I just want it to be all over/done with for her. With each misdiagnosis,(?), and unsuccessful surgery, she gets just a little bit more bewildered, withdrawn, but still angry too. That 'anger' fuels her right on through the pain most days. She says "no way" can she even give herself the shots. I can do this for her, no problem. I just hope it helps is all.

She now has a formal diagnosis of "Chronic Pancreatitis"... Prayers please.

Time for me to fly. Gee, it seems as Miss Roberta did not believe me when I said I did not care to babysit any longer... hehehe And he is wiggling away to go play now. (I shall buy him a helmet and make him wear it, even to nap)!

Bad, bad Grandma that I am...

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My friends, I hope your Monday was MUCH better than my own, and that you have a fabulous Tuesday as well!

XOXO
Anne

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Mother Alone/Woman Alone...

Good Morning Everyone!

Yes, my hand is still the size of a small pineapple... And yes, I went and bought some benedryl; taking it for the first time in my life. (And going "nightie~night" very shortly thereafter too)!

Now if any of you know what I am trying to say here, or how maybe to say it better; PLEASE leave me a comment. This blog really does NOT only pertain to mothers; but to anyone else that might have seemingly not been given a wee bit of credit for WHO they really are... inside...

Very recently one of my children said to me that she believes me NOT to be the person I portray myself to be within my pages here... And that has gotten me to thinking.

I have "thought" myself only to one obvious, and simple, conclusion.

She is wrong as "wrong" can be.

She is a woman in every sense of the word. Bright. Capable. Strong. (Just as I raised her to be). Entering her 4th decade of life as it is.

And yet, she has only given me credit for being a mother. Perhaps it is only because she is my child? And I am thinking that there are too MANY children in this world that, unfortunately have only/will only see their mother as a mother.

I assure you this is not the case.

Our mothers, and YOURS, were women first. Born daughters of someone else who gave birth to them. When your mother was young, she never believed that her mama ever would "do" such a thing to create new life. And if she did, it was once, (and only once), to bring forth life. Mmmm~Hmmmm

"When I was a child I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child..."

And yet, your own mother grew to know all the love, the glory, the resounding successes (and the heartbreaking failures) that came to her even before you did. She knew freedom. She knew life. She loved all animals. (She hates spiders).

She had/has many many friends that have shared almost every experience she has ever known.

Then came her children.

"...When I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways" (1 Cor. 13:11).

Since I recently have entered my own fourth decade of being a mother, I can assure you that once that heartstring has been pulled that nothing else will ever be that important to me. And so with that very first delivery, I put aside most of those dreams I may have had. I did this freely and without any coercion, (save for those tiny fingers that clasped my own).

And those tiny fingers quickly grew to a woman.

You have accused me now of being less than honest.

As I have said you are quite wrong.

You have known me only to be a mother. (More specifically YOUR mother).

There was a different 'life' before you came along.

And there is a different life now that you have gone on...

This is the 'woman' I always was, and always will be. I promise you that my friends, and even my elders, will all attest to this; almost as well as my own heart can. For they knew me then, and they know me now.

These are the people that have given me the strengths, (or even the escapes) that I needed many times.

The people who knew, (and know, and respect, and love), the woman inside my skin. The people for whom the song was written, whether they were friend, lover, employer, or employee.

And yes, they have seen me 'become' my own mother in so very many ways; as you yourself will "become" one day.

I am always to be your mother. Good. Bad. And yes, every degree conceivable inbetween.

I have never lied to you. And I have not chosen this moment in time to begin to do so.

I am the same person, the same spirit, with the very same soul, that I always was.

I am determined.

I am strong. With credit due my own many experiences in life, and my own understanding of human nature, that simply makes me stronger than you. But just because I am stronger does not mean that I want to be so, it is simply the way it is.

And this is not only to be applied with respect to my lifetime, or my mothers; it is for all time.

Mother? Yes.

Invincible? Hardly.

Woman? Always.

"Yeah, it's kinda like that"

XOXO
Anne

for more on Anna's Family, click here...

*****of course if you were already on my friends list when I wrote that blog, you might NOT want to revisit it. .... hehehe

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She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes.
And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies.
And she only reveals what she wants you to see.
She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me.

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She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you.
She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe you.
And she'll take what you'll give her as long as it's free.
Yeah, she steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me.

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Oooh, she takes care of herself.
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time.
Oooooh, and she never gives out, and she never gives in,
she just changes her mind.

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And she'll promise you more than the Garden of Eden.
And she'll carelesly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding.
But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be.
Blame it all on yourself, cause she's always a woman to me.

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Oooh, she takes care of herself.
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time.
Oooooh, and she never gives out, and she never gives in,
she just changes her mind.

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She is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel.
But she can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool.
And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree.
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you,
but she's always a woman to me.

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Green Nuts Anyone?

Good Morning!

Now just what kind of bug is THIS??? Termite? Carpenter Ant? I am asking on behalf of Roberta and CaseyFace... Their apartment seems to be the very worst, (and yes I did too tell them not to be living there a LONG time ago). hehehe .... "Kids", eh?

It is a basement apartment, and the landlord is a shyster. When Casey moved out last week, all of her furniture was covered in black mold, her brand new mattress needing to be tossed etc etc etc... We have tons of pictures... Roberta will also be departing there shortly. I shall buy her buckets and buckets of bleach too... She has been running a dehumidifier 24/7/365... and as you know, with this water all over, even that electric bill doesn't fix it, nor does any amount of cleaning or scrubbing... Yes, the landlord siad he would fix everything... a LONG time ago...

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Oh wait! Here's another great shot...

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Taken when Derek had pulled up the carpeting to see what was/IS underneath. (You do not even want to know)...

And yes, I have spoken to the County Health Department already...

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And another narfy picture for you here...

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Just one, (of probably about 10,000), that didn't like me messing with my water hose. ... And that damnable thief stole my wrist... (and my knuckles)...

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As you can probably guess, I am out of my Epi-pens...

And yes, I have put ice on it too. (And all that did was make my hand cold). hehehe

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I am NOT out of apples though!

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The trees are dropping their baby apples to the tune of about 5 gallons/day... Not enough moisture for them, and would you believe we still need many inches of rain? The news said we have only gotten less than .09" in the past three weeks. And everything is so dry. The humidity has parted, for today only, and will be working its way back up to raunchy and muggy in the next few days. UGH?

I was going to cut lawn yesterday, but those were only my good intentions before "I fought the wasp, and the wasp won." (Sorry. I couldn't resist getting that song in your head)...

My hand has been getting bigger and bigger. I had hoped it would settle down overnight, but it hasn't. Worse, it freakin' hurts; and actually itches all the way to my stupid elbow. I got stung on the left shoulder too. Danged things.

Punkie had her own run~in with a "thing" yesterday; and she 'followed' it all the way across the lawn...

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A wee little toad... (Made her snort too)!

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A trip back to the woods tells me that there will be a bumper crop of black walnuts this year... And I even stole a few to come back home with.

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Black Walnuts... Just starting to turn.

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I can remember as a kid, crawling up in the old shed. Pa would get the walnuts and there would be oodles of them up there in bushel baskets. I would go up the ladder with a hammer to get them open... By the light through the edges of that tiny window I could ruin my supper in no time flat!

Time for me to get my backside in the shower!

Might you all have a wunnaful weekend!

XOXO
Anne

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Once Upon A Time...

Good Morning!

(TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION)...

Once upon a time there was a lady who was very surly (and at times a bit unruly too). But she LOVED to blog, (mostly about inane, mundane, and positively boring things).

And so it went that she had received many notes of love and friendship (and even an offer, or three, of marriage)!

She continued to be surly, and obnoxious; (and even though the marriage proposals delighted her, she did decline them).

One day she looked at her regular email mailbox...

...There was no mail of any importance anymore since her Unca had died; nor any that even caught her eye...

But there was still another invite to go to a different website to do her blogging and her reading. Tired of getting all these offers and invitations (that she knew she could not keep up with anyway), she proceeded to add that domain to her blocked addresses site...

Once there, SADLY SHE SAW A ZILLION OF HER OWN FRIENDS RIGHT WITHIN THIS BLOCKED AND IGNORED LIST!?!

With a terrible, sinking feeling, she went through them all and at least TRIED to rescue a few of her friends... (Then questioning to whom an address might belong, she also went back and UN~blocked all the rest of them too).

She then sent out a note to about 40 of those (recognizable) addresses, apologizing for this glitch.

(Then she realized she had a long day of yardwork and shopping ahead of her and had to get her backside in the shower)...

XOXO
Anne

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...Now she only hopes that you go to your own regular email address books and check your own blocked addresses there...

so we can ALL live happily ever after...

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The END!!!!!

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Just Plain Freakin&#39; HOT.

Good Morning All;

I have been remiss in writing... trying to make my little "book" of entries; (and how it has grown)! Yes, I only do my own, but am wondering if I could 'steal' a few of your own for my own little memories?

It has been so beastly hot once more. And that is bad enough without throwing in that godawful humidity. One melts if one even thinks of going outside...

And yet, the kids (dogs alike) seem to make no never~mind about it.

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And even the small fry lasts longer than the dogs!...

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Dog DAZE???

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This was the temp as Gabriel and I headed into town to do a bit of shopping.

(About noon).

(And you dont even WANT to know what it climbed to by about 5)...

Oh, you DO? (Are you crazy)? You really don't, but I shall tell you anyway...

The indoor/outdoor read a mere 97 outside.

(And yes, it is on the north side of the house).

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Master Gabriel and I were still playing outside when Roberta arrived to pick him up. We walked out to the garden to collect some kohlrabi and some cucumbers for her to put on her salad. (Miss Milly always trying to steal those cukes, but had to settle for her evening corn).

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Master Gabriel was a bit short- (by about 6 feet) to get to one of the sunflowers.

So Mama helped...

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Berta is 5'8" tall... (and this flower is still growing)!!!

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Not too much other news from these parts, the weather being more than stifling. Casey has a stupid migraine and had to cut her 'family night' short at Dereks dads. I went to feed the horses; they came running to me too. (Crazy animals... in this obnoxious heat)... KC stopped there on her way out to give them their grain. She got here, took 2 of my head pills, went up to bed, (and I haven't heard a peep out of her since). My own has been on/off for a while, but nothing that bad. (knock on wood).

Hope you are all enjoying this week. I shall try to get to your blogs at some point in the next day or so, if I haven't done so already. Getting even MORE behind with Gabriel being here. But loving every minute of that too! Still need to mow, (as is more than evident in a few pictures here), but shall wait for a bit of rain to fall... Which should be tomorrow...

Hope this finds you all happy and healthy, and getting through this heat.

Melting.

Melting..

Melting...

XOXO
Anne

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Here&#39;s MY Own Thoughts...

Good Morning to All;

Oops, I mean "Good Afternoon" to All!

...I must have forgotten for a minute that I had gone back to bed earlier. My head felt like ca~ca, took a pill for breakfast, and went right back to Lala~Land. Snored for a while, (until even Miss Punk couldn't take it anymore), and here I am!

A few thoughts of my own on the rumor... (and my apologies to those of you that live in California for my insensate remark). hehehe

Miss SuzyGirl has written to say, " I hope I didn't offend your readers with my link. DeeAnne says it's stirring trouble with a rumor, and everyone from 360 will flee. Not true."

I agree with them both, given that some of us can/will read more into it than others.
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First of all, there are those of us here on Y!360 that are not interested in numbers, (although with the sheer numbers that some individual blogs have, it would seem as there is NOT really a number problem).

These numbers, (real people reading real Y! 360 blogs) are coming from somewhere, and I refuse to believe that there is some Stepford computer reading mine at any point.

Maybe there are more 'numbers' elsewhere... (that 'elsewhere' being myspace, blogspot, facebook etc- blah, blah, blah). My own thoughts are once again redirected at the site I had linked to yesterday, and a bit what I had written there about this rumor.

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"Of course my site is 360!

And I cannot understand why Yahoo! would close it down. To me it seems as though it would be an action of cutting off ones nose to save the face.

Why detract from this?

If Y! needs to add an additional "social network" then ADD one. But do not just close one site down.

This is reactive; as opposed to being PROactive (as anyone who has ever even thought about 'management' would know).

I have brought in more than a few people to Yahoo through my little 360 page. Sadly, due to circumstances within my own life, my page is currently tabbed as private. But when I was public, (and anyone in the world who might have been sick and tired of all the garbage at myspace and facebook etc) could come to visit, I had many many people in a global sense wanting to know what is going on in my own little Wisconsin world. I do believe that these people will somehow return when I re~open my page. And Yahoo! willing I WILL be doing that in a little while.

At 49, and staying home, one would think this life could be as boring as all get~out. It is not. And thanks to my 360~World, I have many friends that do not find it boring either.

One does not get over 120,000 page views by being boring or writing about "poor, poor pitiful me" all the time. This is the boring mindset of (most of) the younger people/generation. One does not acheive this by writing about how much they hate their parents, and how everything in their lives IS their parents fault. This gets way too humorous for those of us that have raised our children and have already heard those idiotic ignorant "lines".

I get sick of idiocy very quickly and do not want any other blog site.

This little corner of Yahoo! is more than enough for me.

In the meantime, I have had many requests to "join a friend" at MySpace and the others...

• If I wanted a MySpace account, I would have one.
• If I wanted all the crap that goes with those other sites, I would have that too.

...Although many a person HAS gotten their 15 minutes of fame by going to those sites.

...(I don't think I have EVER seen Y360 profiled on Primetime)?

So while I am sure that the 360 could be improved at times, I am still very comfortable here.

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(Do correct me if I am wrong about the Primetime thing... I don't watch TV that much)...

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But again, that makes no difference to me. If you are here, stalking children, then it occurs to me that you don't belong on my friends list to begin with. (However, if you are stalking me, then please make your presense known). hehehe

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...ok. I am back again...

I had to make an exodus because Punk broke wind. Silent. Deadly...

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As far as anyone that has sent me an invitation to all those other sites knows, I do not accept nor do I join them. I am not opposed to 'change', but the fact is that I am simply NOT interested in being anyplace else. (Unlike real life)?

All humor aside, I am thinking that if we go off half~cocked to join anyplace else, we are only feeding that frenzy, that gaggle of goners.

I will not be doing this.

My 360, and ALL of yours, provide me with enough inspiration to get me through my days, and to see how you are getting through your own too! *wink~wink*

And until this is all substantiated, then I shall try not worry overmuch. I will however, go buy some ink, and a wee bit of paper. My blogs are as much for you as they have also been written for my grandbabies; and they will have each of my blogs available to them on hard copy too.

I shall also go buy a new crib as I will be having Master Gabriel on a more consistent basis.

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AND, I'll also be buying a few new bic pens, the little soft grips that go along with them... As long as I have pen/paper, a solid writing surface, and a few addresses, I can write to my hearts content!

So now ask yourself... Do I have YOUR address?

XOXO
Anne

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Sack o&#39; Seeds...

Good Morning All!
As I typed yesterday it was FINALLY raining, with just a few heinous claps of thunder thrown in just to keep me on my toes. That came and went all day long. And inbetween those storms came this awful heat. We stayed indoors for the most part~ To venture out while the temps are inthe 90's and the humidity higher than the cornfields makes you want to get back inside for a breath of very fresh air real quick.

.I had a wee bit of company yesterday too! After a late, (and fast) shower, it seems as though everyone came at once! And I couldn't have been happier. Well, unless ALL of my grandbabies could have been here...

.Not such a fresh breath with this thought though...

I am sure that by now, you have heard the rumors that Yahoo! 360 will be closing/ending.

As of yet, these are simple rumors. But maybe not? Having gone to SuzyGirls pages, she had posted the following link...

http://www.techcrunch.com/2007/07/08/mosh-yahoos-new-social-network-initiative/

So I have only one question now...

...WHAT THE HECK KIND OF WEED DO YOU FOLKS HAVE OUT IN CALIFORNIA?

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(And of course that thought brings to mind another old song)...

Love to you!

XOXO
Anne

"Wildwood Weed"

Wildwood flower grew wild on the farm

And we never knowed what it was called

Some said it was a flower and some said it was a weed

I didn't give it much thought

One day I was out there talkin' to my brother

And I reached down for a weed to chew on

Things got fuzzy and things got blurry

And then ev'rything was gone

Didn't know what happened but I knew it beat the hell

Out of sniffing burlap

I come to and my brother was there and he said,

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

I said "I don't know, I was chewin' on the weed"

He said, "Let me give it a try"

We spent the rest of that day and most of that night tryin'

To find my brother Bill

Caught up with him about six o'clock the next mornin'

Naked, singing on the windmill

He said he flew up there

I had to fly up and get him down

He was about half crazy

The very next day we picked a bunch of them weeds

And put 'em in the sun to dry

Then we mashed 'em up and we cleaned 'em off

Put 'em in the corn cob pot

Smokin' them wildwood flowers got to be a habit

We never seen no harm

We thought it was kind-a handy

Take a trip and never leave the farm

Big 'ole puff of that wildwood weed next thing you know

You're just wand'ring 'round behind the little animals

All good things got to come to an end

It's the same with the wildwood weeds

One day this feller from Washington come by

And spied one and turned white as a sheet

And they dug and they burned

And they burned and they dug and they killed

All our cute little weeds and then they drove away

We just smiled and waved

sittin' there on that sack o' seeds...

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"Y'all come back now, y'hear!"

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(c) Copyright 1974 by Famous Music Corporation, Ensign Music Corporation and Parody Publishing Co. by JIM STAFFORD, DON BOWMAN

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I, for one, am only hoping that Yahoo really IS sitting on a sack o' 360 seeds.

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As I do not care to be sitting here, smilin' and wavin' at ANY of you...

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I know that many of you are much more in touch with what is going on, and if you could, would you please let me know as Yahoo has not responded to any of the rumors?

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One Lifetime Past...

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ONE LIFETIME PAST...

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~...FOR YESTERDAYS...~

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Only yesterday I was child

clamoring, climbing

up the steps

and into the big yellow "scool" bus...

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And it was only yesterday when, as a child

looking, searching...

my biggest problems

were finding something to do

with my idle summer vacation

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Only yesterday~~~ as a growing young lady

giggling, sophistication

Friends would exchange

(gasp) storybook fantasies~ by pillowfights, pj's

and curlers in our hair

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Only yesterday, as a young woman

nurturing, learning

to define dreams

Which only could come alive where fears

dared to mingle

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Only yesterday, the chaste, untouched innocence

believing, daring

the child inside

moving farther away from its promise

to itself

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Yesterday; as its meaning fades yet implies

passing, endurance

swept away

as the dusk of todays evening threatens

to overfold.

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Yesterday, the search. Tomorrow the the vaguest promise

secure, honest

Someplace between the "scool" bus

and the innocence, and the dusk

there was found a 'wanting'...

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Yesterday. No, I didn't know love at all.

reaching, stumbling

and blindly biding time (and yesterdays)

because I didn't quite

understand...

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But yesterday, I stumbled~~~ One time too many

paralyzed, pain

You reached down

Gently. Picked me up. As you have done

so many times

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So yesterday, I realized the steps on the 'scool' bus were always too steep

frightening monstrosities

And I didn't need

my idle time. What for? Just to secure

my own lonelinesses and insecurities...

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And I didn't need the curlers, or the (gasp) fantasies

wondering, wanting

~because they were not

as true or as real as those dreams

in my heart

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Yesterday, when I stumbled and fell, and I ached

truthfully, honestly

and when you lifted me

I realized how empty all the rest was without

you there

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But even yesterday, and before that, I have loved you

deeply, persevering

the love felt today

Coloring and sustaining all the promises of all

my tomorrows...

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copyright 1981 aj

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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