[My] Life in Wisconsin

Suicide and Snowmen...

The Slow Suicide of a 'Sconsin Snowman
Slow Suicide of a 'Sconsin Snowman magnify
The cardinal I tried to get a picture of.
Oh well...
.

.

Good Morning Everyone;

Another week all shot to heck already. And another bitterly cold one I might add.
After listening to the weather this morning, we are in a fine position to be breaking yet another temperature record low this evening.
Sheesh, can it please be over already???
But it got me to thinking too...
Record LOW???

RECORD???

Methinks we are having a "BRETT FAVRE WINTER" !!!

There is no other way to describe it. We have broken snowfall records and all else. Kinda like all the records he broke this last year too.
Makes sense, doesn't it?

That said, can WE then retire Winter???

.

Cnv2102
Stolen from WBAY~tv...

.

.

A very sad day for us Green Bay Packers Fans, and probably for a lot of others as well...

Sad too, was this memory for us here in Flintville...

.

.

Remember Flintville Frankie???
.
.

Of course he was a Packers fan too!
WHOO~HOO!
We Go Green Bay!!!.
.
And then a somber and brutal reality set in...
As the ravenous cruel birds ate his face off!

Bit by bit,
and
BITE BY BITE!!!
.
.
Even as Mother Nature tore off his Packers top!
(She must be a Dallas fan)! UGH!!!
hehehe
.
.
Worse, were the days that Winter tried to obscure him...
.
.
.
.
But the very worst of all was the SUN above...
Hideously twisting his body...
Slowly bending his once proud frame;
as it ripped and wrenched one arm from its socket!
.
.
.
.
.
As he could take no more, he decapitated himself...
.
.
.
.
.
.
The following day,
he gutted himself as well...
.
.
.
.
.
.

.

yup. Love hurts...

Have a "wunnaful" weekend...

XOXO
Me

Friday March 7, 2008 - 07:54am (CST)

More White...

More White...
More White... magnify
Yes, the danger has finally passed
(Or fallen as the case may be)...
And yes, there is moisture in my basement...
.

Good Morning All,
What a day yesterday was-
We got to the clinic right on time, leaving the Punk at home with the cat.
(Too cold, and not enough sunshine to ensure that she would be warm enough in the car while we were inside).
Suffice it to say that The Punk was not at all a happy dog...

Casey was first given a wheelchair, then given an abdominal Xray; (not sure what he might have been looking for and I was too damn tired to ask). Also her blood tests. (Am thinking she should just have a perma drain with a cork in her arm). Such little veins, that roll...
And she just kept dry heaving. Poor kid.
They gave her two bags of fluids, but nothing else. She slept most of the time, and I actually napped at her side.
Regarding her blood tests, doctor said she looked good on paper. I know at one time we were told that the blood tests for the amylase and lipase would not always accurately show whether/not her pancreas is involved; simply because the more times this happens, the less the pancreas tests show up accurately on paper.

And we were sent home. We had been there over 6 hours... The Punk was all over me when we got back here too. Too funny; (I think I shall leave her here more often just so I can be so excitedly welcomed back home)!

The doctor called in the evening to check on Casey. And I am sure he will be calling today also. Her lipase test should be back this morning...

A dusting of snow last night- Am thinking if I didn't wake to snow something would be wrong?
Temps, (OOH, brace yourselves), to make it all the way to 20° today; and maybe 18° tomorrow. I remember many years that I already had my stupid onion sets planted by now...
Heck, I haven't even seen my driveway/yard yet under this ice/snow yet.

The sunshine has terribly disfigured and dismembered Caseys snowman. (Pics tomorrow).

And for today, I think I have a month of dishes to do, and about the same in the laundry department. (OK, maybe only a day or two, but the way I feel, it might as well be a month or three). Tired is all.

Have a great day!
I am off to get that dehumidifier running before Sputty decides it might be too wet for his delicate paws...

.

.

.

.



Love to all.

XOXO
Me

 
Thursday March 6, 2008 - 07:46am (CST)

My Little Bit for Wednesday

My Little Bit for Wednesday
My Little Bit for Wednesday magnify
Punk.
Posing on my newly~found concrete!

.

Good Morning Everyone;

My apologies for having not been on very much.
Casey is quite ill again, and has had a very bad night of pain. This has been going on for the past few days... Nausea and vomiting too.
I will be bringing her in to the clinic as early as possible. (Though the doctors get there earlier, I believe I can call at 7, and get her there by 8).
This pain, once more from her damnable pancreas; seemingly made worse and compounded by the pain in her back.

...THEY HAVE TO DO SOMETHING, don't they?

About 1 o'clock this morning I asked her if she wanted me to drive her down to Froedtert. She said she would, but only if her counts are off. (And for that to come from her is HUGE in its own right). With her throwing up though I do believe her doctors will hospitalize her.
Damn.
But we shall cross that bridge when/if we come to it.

.

That door that Greg was so kind to have dug out on Saturday?
Darn good thing he did that-
For sure it would have flooded the pumphouse when the rains came had it not been dug out.
Plus, these last few days of sunshine have helped to shorten the snowpiles too.

.


The entrance (just inside that door), has the rug frozen solid to the concrete floor.
But dry as dry can be inside the old milkhouse, thank God.
.
.

And most of the rocks in the corner by the house have magically reappeared too!

.

.


Rocks, Baby!
ROCKS!
hehehe



.

.

In addition to pig~bunny that was feasting on all my bird$eed that had dropped to the ground, I finally spied the culprit that is GUILTY of that mess to begin with...
And it wasn't even the darned bluejays!

.

.


How any of these varmints can be so fat after such a nasty Winter is beyond me!

.

.

I need to keep this short(er) for today, having to get in the shower before my day truly begins.

Hope all is well in your little corner of the world.

XOXO
Anne

PS...
(Wait, maybe it should be "BS" in this case)...

BS...
You might be wondering what happened to the lady that I'd mentioned in my last blog...
???
I think I got caught up on all my comments back to you too...

Anyway, she had accepted my 'invite' that morning...
And when I awoke yesterday I had yet another quick comment from her that said basically that she was dumping me as she didn't like drama.
????


Now, I hate to sound like a spoiled child but,
~
I'm tellin'!!!
.
"M-o-o-o-o-m...
...SHE STARTED IT!"
.

(Dangit too, I'd accidentally deleted the comment when I went to hit the "more" button).

.

Wednesday March 5, 2008 - 05:04am (CST)  170

Ice. (And more Ice)...

Ice. (And More Ice)...
Ice. (And More Ice)... magnify
This is what I saw out my window this morning...
(No wonder my bird seed disappears so dang fast)!

.

Good Morning ALL;

With temps above freezing yesterday; complete with sunshine, I chipped away at the ice on the concrete...

.

.


There's times I think that ice scraper is permanently attached to me!
.
.
.
.

But it paid off too.
By the end of the day I had found my concrete. (Well, most of it anyway).
I also plowed the yard, TWICE. Trying to help Mother Nature along...
But it will still be a while before I get down to any gravel. The ice is that thick.

Having the ice is a bit of an obvious hazard to my bones and my longevity---
Worse though, when you take into consideration that my driveway is also solid ice. The sides of it are snowbanks, but a sliding car would definitely move them enough to plant any vehicle off the drive...
I plowed the driveway off; and between myself and Casey, we managed to get 4 or 5 loads of the wood chips down on that.

.
.

)I just knew there would be a use for this in addition to using it for mulch)!
.
.
.
.

The first load of chips...
.
.
.
.

Almost done!
.
.
.
.

While Greg was here, he and dug out the pumphouse door for me.
.
.
.
.
He would have also dug out the front porch, but on 2nd thought,
it probably was NOT a good idea with all this ice waiting to fall...
.
.
.
.

It would have killed him!!!
And no, I do not have a roof rake.
(But I am glad I have a tin roof)!

.

.

So, until that falls the porch steps will remain under about 3' of snow... When that melts, if those steps are not clear, it will try to leak into the basement.
Not sure why it does this, but all of Caseys things are down there. So, I will go out in the old shed and try to dig out a pallet or two... just in case.
I still have all that rummage stuff to finish up. Maybe I can do some of that too!
It is already in the upper 30's ...

Punk is more than a bit gimpy today; (still from her tussle with the child gate in the back entrance I suppose).
I shall restart the Rimadyl for her.

She loves icicles too!

.

.

Looks much like an ice cream headache to me!!!
.
.

So I am off to chip and plow a bit more!

Hope you are having a "wunnaful" weekend!

XOXO
Anne

Sunday March 2, 2008 - 09:02am (CST)

Wet Hens; and A Can of Worms...

Wet Hens; and A Can of Worms...
Wet Hens; and A Can of Worms... magnify

Good Monday Morning!
(Perhaps I should just say "Good Grief")...
hehehe
Once more, (ad nauseum if need be), I am not much of a political person.
But I will defend any persons right to have and hold dear their own beliefs and values.

More importantly, I have even less respect for anyone who castrates, belittles, or condemns another person for his/her same beliefs.

I am not sure how many of you have chanced to see the comments on my top page. I shall put them chronologically here for you now...

First, from Grandma Rosy, (completely UNsolicited on my part I might add);
"people just don't get it. You're friend John T. is a professed "Redneck" he says so himself. But not just that he is deadly prejudice. Its his way or no way!! I use to be on his page but got ashamed for people to see me there." end quote...

Then, as Miss Connie, (aka "Beep"), posted in John T's defense...
"Being a redneck is not a bad thing.. Being redneck is all about family, commitment, honor, morals and loyalty. I am proud I am redneck.. as John is proud he is a redneck.. Yes John is set in his ways.. but I have seen him more than once change his mind if shown a reasonable arguement." end quote...

Lastly, from John T himself,
"I don't like to do this but I feel I must respond to Grandma Rosy.
Tell the truth Rosy. You love Illegals and Radical Islamist.
You are also a COWARD you like to start things but close your page so nobody can answer and disagree with you.
You could not take the HEAT so you got out of the kitchen, kinda, you come like a "thief" in the night then "slink" back to the safety of your CLOSED BLOG
.
" end quote...


I have many friends on my list of people here.

Much like my life, my friends and family here reflect and represent a very diverse, varied, and heterogeneous selection of life outside of Flintville.
Gee, not even all of them know how to shoot a gun. Yet they respect the fact that I know, and can! (And if they don't they'd better)!
hehehe

ANYWAY... back to my friends...


  • Obviously, with respect to my counts and #'s I have many "slurkers".
    (For the purpose of this blog, these people will not count).

  • Many of my friends do not ever comment, or even let me know they were here.

  • Some do so, sporadically, at best.

  • Others are completely faithful; leaving comments, love, and letters, in my inbox daily.
*Yes, I am guilty of ALL of the above. But this blog is not about me.
.

Connie and John T. fall under that last 'faithful' place in my 360.
And in a very faithful place in my heart; as well as many others of you do.

Connie is very humorous and we share a basic love of life, no matter what it has thrown our way.
We are survivors with a sense of humor to boot.

John is also very humorous, and can be somber, sober, straightforward, and serious.
He is very "old school" that way. And I applaud him for much of that point of view.
(It is my belief that if more kids were raised old school, we, as a society, would have FAR less problems with them).

He is also very Republican, and I try not to hold that against him.
hehehe (I just had to add that)!

Note to Grandma Rosy,
Since your page, your blog, your quick comments and your mailbox are all CLOSED, you have left me no option but to respond to you here.

I think "I" don't get it...
You will have to explain this better
(And most preferably on an eight~year~old~level; as the meds I am currently on seem to have reduced my power of comprehension).

Personally, I have disagreed with John T's point of view many times, and have never felt ashamed to be on or near his page.

I am Native American.
If he was really prejudiced, do you think I would have even been allowed in?
I believe a truly prejudiced person would not have anything to do with me.

You have called John T. prejudiced. (And deathly? at that). Yikes! YOKES!!!

The dictionary defines PREJUDICE as:
"An adverse judgment or opinion formed beforehand or without knowledge or examination of the facts."

John T has generally cited references in his posts.
(I am now assuming he does this for obvious reasons).

Whereas that same dictionary cites SHAME as:
"A painful emotion caused by a strong sense of guilt, embarrassment, unworthiness, or disgrace."

(I am assuming you have chosen that word for obvious reasons as well).

Lest you misunderstand me in any way, shape, or form; I also have a very Left~Wing wonderful friend within my list of friends here.
Much like John T., she is a very joyous and happy person.

If you will take the time to read the link included in my blast, you will learn that I can embrace all differences, and that I generally practice what I preach.
Again, here is that link for you. CLICK HERE.

If you take issue with the "Redneck" definition, I shall repost that definition in my comments section below.

Should you care to read about my own humble opinions regarding illegal immigrants, please take a minute to CLICK HERE.
(I believe I can be quite straightforward too).
I also believe that one is entitled "Churlish and Unpleasant"...

And perhaps it is time for me to get off of my own little soapbox.
Methinks I need to be putting out a few more trailers of chips. We have snow now on top of all that ice in the yard.

Now, if any of you are having any problems with anyone, please let me know!
I believe that's what friends are for!

Have a wonderful Monday!

XOXO
Anne

.
.
.
.
Bring It On!
.
.
 
originally posted in my Y!360 Monday March 3, 2008 - 07:24am (CST) 196

...Carpe Fookin' 'Rodens'

...Carpe Fookin' "Rodens"
...Carpe Fookin' "Rodens" magnify
Subtitled: "Punk to The Rescue"

Good Morning All;

I thought yesterday might provide me with a solitary morning of tearing my house even further apart; as Casey had remained in town Sunday Evening, not feeling well.
She had made an appointment at the clinic to see her doctor yesterday afternoon.

And so began my day of upheaval and cleaning; washing, drying, (and throwing many small "puppies" out each time I cleared out the dryer screen).

Yes, I turned over the chairs, and removed even more little balls of fur from under them. I ripped off all of the furniture throws ~to be cleaned, or tossed- (at any rate, replaced).

But I began with the entrance, knowing that Miss Millicent will be coming back inside these next few nights.
I shook the rugs, washed them, vacuumed out there, (and collected more "puppies")...

Punk does not like the vacuum, and sits on the couch, watching out the window for her rabbits to feed. And waiting for me to finish up. I have the child gate up so that Miss Milly and her baby girl do not have access to the basement or the back entrance. Too much dog food, cat food, bird seed... (Well, you get the picture).

One of the rugs in the entrance was quite beyond help, and so I headed to the basement. This, where Sputnik, (the cat) had been playing all morning. (At one point I even heard him playing with the frisbee)? True story. Guess he doesn't like the vacuum either.

As I walk down to the basement, sure enough, there is a frisbee lying in my way.

Do I bend down and pick it up?
Nope.
I am on a mission, so I simply step over it. (I also step over a somewhat frumpled up rug at the bottom of the steps).

First thought as I get to the basement is that someone, someday, somehow, MUST clean the danged litterbox out... pew!
But not me.
Not right now anyway.
I am on a mission...

Digging through my mess in the basement, I find no acceptable rugs for the landing in the entrance. (I need one there that has a rubber backing to it, or someone is going to go @ss over teakettles and kill themselves as they fly backward off the concrete steps).

AHA!
Wait!
Yes, I did just step over one slightly frumpled rug a moment ago.

I retrace my steps to check the backing on that one.
I bend over to snatch the frumpled rug up.

And I hear a very loud scream. !

Immediately, from upstairs, I hear Miss Punk yelp, (almost like someone has stepped on her paw).

WTH???


And then I hear the fast thudding and thumping of her paws over my head as she comes racing to my rescue.

MY rescue???
(Oh wait, yes, that WAS me that screamed)!

When I had picked up the rug, underneath it was either a dead, (or very comatose) mole/mouse.
(Well, WHATEVER the heck it was did NOT belong hiding under a rug, in my house)!

As you already know, I am not afraid of these varmints, just that they have a tendency to startle the bejeezus out of me.
(And when the bejeezus left me, out had come the scream)...

To which Punk had valiantly responded.

As she got to the childs gate, (that up until the varmint scream had kept her in the front entrance), she actually hurdled the darned thing- Almost completely sailing over it, turning in mid~air, and running down the steps to the basement.

With one fell swoop she was on the beast -and carried it up the steps, away from me.

(Please keep in mind that this all happened in about 6½ seconds)...

Getting myself then to the top of the steps, I found a needle nose pliers, and removed the vile thing from my saviors jaws.

The Punkster got double treats for that one!

And yes, BOTH the rug and the creature are in the dumpster.
Garbage comes tomorrow.

Here's hoping you have a rodent free day!

XOXO
Me

 
Originally posted at Yahoo! 360 Tuesday February 26, 2008 - 08:33am (CST) 234

Intaxication

Rating:★★★
Category:Other
Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize that it was your money to start with.

Snow~Shine!

Snow~Shine!
216 magnify

Good Morning ALL!

Yes, the sun was shining so brightly yesterday! I went out and chipped away at the stubborn ice on the concrete... Little by little it is disappearing. I plowed the yard a bit more; removing the top, loosened by the sun, layer, so that maybe more can go away today. (I have YET to find any gravel under anything that I plow up).
Casey even came out for a while and move a bunch of snow and ice from the corner of the house. I tried to dig it out with the plow, from underneath, but it wouldn't budge.

We seriously need about a week of this wonderful sunshine. Sadly though, according to the forecast this morning, it will be about a week before we see another ray...

My good intentions of hanging out the laundry on the line were also a bit thwarted by Mother Nature.

.

Am glad I happened to check it out before I stripped all of the beds too!
.
My clothesline MORE than a bit inaccessible...
.
.
.
The Punk (being the sweetie that she is), offered to help me out...
Saying she'd dig it all out for me!
.
.
.
.
But I don't think she was really prepared for how deep it really was!
.
.
.
.
And she just kept going deeper!
hehehe

.

.

So then it was time to clear the yard a bit. As I was doing so, I realized that this pup was spending a very long time behind a snowbank... And would look up every now and then like she was checking on me...

.

.

Seems to me she was hiding SOMEthing,
...in her mouth!
.
.
.
.
And then one time, she didn't lay down quite far enough...
.
.
.
.

Hmmm....
Definitely something in her mouth!
.
.
.
.
I called her out of there to see what she had.
.
.
.
.

She KNEW she was going to lose that one.
It's a Devils Claw seed pod. (I save them year to year).
.
.
.
She tried to drop it and it actually got stuck on her face.
I laughed so hard!
(I think she thought I had something to do with that)!!!
.
.
.
.
I think she was also mad at me for the rest of the day too...
hehehe
How pitiful is THAT?

.

Not much other news...

I do see that other peoples "groups" have magically reappeared on their top pages...
Mine have not yet come back.
But I do see that my top page feeds have updated. KNOCK ON WOOD...

But my tags on the left of my blog do not work... Do yours?

My highlighted blogs on the right seem to be working though.

Is our beloved 360 ready then to be overhauled?
Or are they doing this new "transition" a little bit at a time?
...Like we won't notice?
Yeah, like when they made me disappear????
knocking on wood again...

I hope you are all having a wonderful Monday!

Casey called about 2 this morning- She was in some major pain.
That said, I'd better get my backside outside, and get the kennel taken care of so if she goes in early I can tag along...

Love to all!

XOXO
Anne

Originally posted on my Yahoo! 360, Monday February 25, 2008 - 08:06am (CST) 09