The Man in The Glass...

The Man In The Glass


When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.


For it isn’t your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in you life
Is the one staring back from the glass.


You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think you’re a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you’re only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.


He’s the fellow to please-never mind all the rest,
For he’s with you clear to the end.
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.


You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

~Author unknown~

All Hallows Eve

All Hallows Eve

Welcome once again to my Brew Pot!
Stolen from here.

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Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned,
Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou com’st in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee.
William Shakespeare...
Addressing the ghost as a spirit that appears in his father’s shape;
“questionable” means which invites questions

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Good Morning Everyone, (the living and the dead as well)!

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Bwuahahaha!!!!

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CLICK HERE for last years costumes and fun!

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Just going back to my own little Halloween Tradition of the reading of the poem.

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LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE...

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James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916), and written in 1885

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LITTLE Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,

An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,

An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,

An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;

An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,

We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun

A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,

An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
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Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--

An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,

His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,

An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!

An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,

An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess;

But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout

An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
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An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,

An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;

An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks wuz there,

She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!

An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,

They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,

An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!

An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
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An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,

An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!

An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,

An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--

You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,

An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,

An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,

An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you Don't Watch Out!

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So put on yer scariest voice, and read it to the youngens... (If you dare)!

And do have an utterly ghastly day!

XOXO
Anne

Now what the heck kind of forecast is this?

Green Bay, WI at 3:53 am CDT
Fair , 57ºF
Hi: 56 Lo: 31

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originally posted on 360 Wednesday October 31, 2007 - 06:11am (CDT)

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

Friday the 13th? Home Again!

 

Good Morning to All!

And let me be the first to say how nice it is to be missed!

I have heard from one of you that my page wouldn't load... Has anyone else had this problem? Please let me know if you have... ~Not that I would know what the heck to do about it... 'cept complain... to someone... (But to whom)?

We are back home once again. This makes 2 trips down to Froedtert Hospital now for Casey; (not counting how many last year?)? And she will be having surgery also.

Please do keep her in your thoughts and prayers.

I am thinking that since they cannot possibly remove anything else from her little body, that now they are going to do a face lift on her pancreas!
Not fair!!! (Heck, I'm the one that needs the 'lift')!!!

Case in point...

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See what I mean?

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That was taken after we had finally gotten down to Milwaukee...

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The snows began collecting on the fields right before they turned to ice on the roads.

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The roads began to turn slick just south of Fond du Lac, and so we slowed down accordingly. Many did not...

But for the Grace of God Himself, we were much luckier than a few truck drivers that got to see their trailers close~up... (Nasty, those jack~knifed rigs)... Both were in the median; (Casey and I finding ourselves thankful that we hadn't been witness to the accidents as they happened)...

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Here is just one, (of too many) "oopses"!

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A few cars in the ditches, off the roads, and in the medians too... And yes, to have heard on the news that night then, that there hadn't been any injuries... (except to drivers' pride, and pocketbooks, I would assume). Lucky we were to have left as early as we did... To find our hotel; and to be safe, warm and OFF those terrible roads for the duration of the storm.

We checked in early, and stayed put, 'til Caseys appointment yesterday morning...

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We both napped on arrival... (And yes, so did The Punkster)!

She was SO good on this trip...

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Note: Milwaukee has to be THE most "dog~UN~friendly" town in the whole world. (I have driven up to the Soo, and all the way down to Alabama with Punk, and I have never heard of any of the nonsense crap I just had to go through to take her along on this trip).

First, the place we stayed at last year wanted a $75.00 NON~refundable deposit for allowing her to stay (each visit)... (Correct me if I am wrong, but the actual definition of 'deposit' then fails to make any sense, doesn't it)?

The next 4 calls I made all had weight restrictions on the dog, of 20 or 25 pounds. (I thought of 'quartering' her, but didn't think Punkin would go for that).

I was originally trying to get as close to Froedtert Hospital as I possibly could, but THAT wasn't working...

So finally I started at the top of the freakin' list and wound up at a Best Western that I had no idea how to even get to. They did not charge extra for Miss Punk- only if she would have messed up the carpeting, or ate the darned bed, or gotten in a fight with the toilet or tub. hehehe I had then thought about diapering, hog~tying and muzzling her just to be on the safe side; (but was very thankful that she didn't have to be drawn and quartered just to come along with us)...

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But I was sorely tempted to do just that when it came time for me to lie down...

She stole my bed for cryin' out loud!

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So I just took my darned pillows and slept on the floor...

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...(NOT)! ...hehehe

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But it does bring to mind a poem that I had read (and stolen from one of you), last month...

The Happy Dog's Bedtime Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep,
The king-size bed is soft and deep.
I sleep right in the center groove
My human being can hardly move!

I've trapped her legs,
she's tucked in tight,
And here is where I pass the night.
No one disturbs me or dares intrude
Til the morning comes and I want food!

I sneak up slowly; ...it begins
...my nibbles on my human's chin.
She wakes up slowly, smiles and shouts,
"You darling beast! Just cut it out!"
But morning's here; it's time to play
(I always seem to get my way).

So thank you, Lord, for giving me
This human person that I see
The one who hugs and holds me tight
and shares her bed with me at night!

- Author unknown

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Anyway, knowing that "Snowstorm Felicity" had the ability to keep us from our own "appointed rounds", we had decided to leave on Wednesday... The weatherman had said the storm was to last until Thursday morning... (and THAT definitely had the possibility to interfere with us getting to her appointment on time). Froedtert had told her to set aside an hour, or maybe an hour and a half, for this appointment to meet with her anesthetist...

Arriving there almost on time, the nurse called us in. She weighed Casey (who keeps getting lighter and lighter). Then took her blood pressure, her temp, verified a few answers that casey had filled in on her questionnaire; and asked her if she had any questions before she sent us on our way?

Casey began to say, "This was an appointment to see the anesthesiologist..."

The nurse dismissed her and said, "well, you won't be seeing her today"...

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..."*W*H*A*T? ?!?!!? "

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We risked life and limb to drive down to Milwaukee for a 10 minute consultation with a nurse???

(Time for that nurse to be taking MY blood pressure then)!

I was irate; and Casey was just plain fuming too. I will call Froedtert today and find out just what kind of insurance scam they are pulling... (More than a bit P.O'ed at this one)... I mean, we could have stayed home and shoveled all those 8" of snow that we didn't get! Just a bit up here while we were gone; guess the weatherman made a boo~boo. (Thank goodness)...

At any rate, we are home, safe and sound and I guess that is what is most important anyway... (but yeah, I am still going to make that phone call)!

A few of you might be asking why I haven't posted about this earlier... Casey would like this to be on the quiet side; so anything that happens, I promise to post about afterward. She has been through so much in these past few years... (and more~so, these past few months), that it is very much taking its toll on her now, emotionally, physically, etc...

I will also be filling everyone in (soon) on what is/has been happening within my own little family... (I believe it will be "The Rest of The Story" as Paul Harvey calls it)... I will be looking forward to your own thoughts and comments on that issue when I do post.

Only Caseys illness, and healing is that important to me now.

But as I have asked above, just to please to keep Casey in your own thoughts and prayers.

I hope everyone is looking forward to the weekend, and that you have a wonderful one too! (Supposed to be warming up around here, so maybe it will even be nicer in Wisconsin)!

Have a good one, (and do have one for me too)!

XOXO
Anne

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Silent Night SnowFalls...

SILENT NIGHT SNOWFALLS...

~~~~~BY ANNA-ANNA~~~~~

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So many ideas begin to unfold,

to warm a cold evening, to brighten the soul.

Where do you begin to write about love?

Which words do you use? (There aren't enough)...

Tonight the first blizzard left trees fat with white;

Decorated by Nature~~~ A grandiose sight!

Silent Night rang its warm truths in my head;

My thoughts are of you now, and things that we've shared...

The snow began falling, early tonight,

to coat all our world with its virginal white~

We watched it come down, we played in it too;

The laughter we shared? Innocent. True.

Now combine this deep snowfall with lives warming touch,

and you'll know how I feel; why you mean so much.

Such a wonderful feeling to have you with me;

To delight in your nearness??? Magic to me!!!

Even now that you've left your presence I feel;

A force so alive... So vivid. So real!

Your touch is the magic that sets me on fire;

revealing a flame that has never burned brighter...

It's not new, it began long ago; far away...

by a friendship that truly got carried away!

And before sleep will come I want you to know;

My love for you always continues to grow...

XOXO
Anne

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