Mothers Day... and Moles!

Mothers Day... and Moles!

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Yes, my little bag is empty now!
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Good Morning!
I shall begin with Saturday-
Virgin that Greg was, (with respect to firing a gun), it was high time to be showing the boy how it's done. Lord only knows I have enough varmints around here that need shooting.
But first to just grab a few plastic soda bottles...
And to let him use the old .22.
(Methinks we should have started him off with Casey's shotgun).
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He did VERY well too!

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And was just like a little kid as he realized that he'd hit his target!
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It is sunny for now... Storms this evening though... UGH, yes you already know how I feel about storms.

But to this end, I will be throwing a few seeds in the ground today, so the rain does some good. (Besides making the darned grass grow).
Am wondering if I am the only person, (besides neighbors Joanne and Jim) that decided to cut W~A~Y back on what I mow this year?
The effing gas is NOT cheap, and I won't be mowing as much as I normally would. Oh well. That should afford me plenty of time to pull my darned weeds.

Speaking of weeds, Master Gabriel is NOT getting any smaller either!
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Getting a smoooooch from Miss Casey!
And I think he's telling Greg, 'eat your heart out, Bud!'
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Pondering the great outdoors with Miss Punk!

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And so our Mothers Day was...
I had gotten that nasty headache on Saturday. But no shots on a Sunday, so onward and upward we went.

Roberta had to work on Mothers Day, so Greg, Casey, Gabriel, and I all ate at Berta's work.
Mmm... Can you say Whiskey Marinated steak??? It was SO good. Didn't do much for my head or my tummy, but it sure was magic upon my tongue!

After that, to come home and sleep- (and for about 9 hours straight). A bit more magic as my head was better yesterday morning.

Casey has plotted out all of her flowers and bulbs. Randy came out to help toward that end before going up north to help his dad with a few things.
I brought a few loads of rocks to the neighbors, and Casey planted some flowers, bulbs, and seeds. At least there is one less culprit to steal seeds and eat flowers and dig up bulbs now...
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This is the last picture taken of the birdseed thief.
I found him dead on the road-
Not too successful with that "dreaded~dash~of~ death"... now was he?
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Speaking of vermin...
On Sunday morning, I had been awakened by a few loud crashes in the entrance...
These, and a very (LOUD) high pitched screaming.

WTH?
(I actually thought it was a gopher/chipmunk as there was so much noise)...

Looking out the door, I see this...

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A baby mole for Sputty-
(A delicious new edible TOY)!!!
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Of course Punkie had to get in on the action...
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It is, after all, HER house!

And there was WAY too much noise for her to sit quietly;
ie: rugs being tossed about,
Sputnik meowing,
hissing
...and that (LOUD) screaming mole!!!

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I ended up putting the poor (LOUD) screaming thing out of its misery, and tossed it outside.
Good grief, a cat sure can torture a poor mole...
(And yes, I know that's what they do, BUT c'mon, I can't stand it)!

After we had gone to the restaurant, and feasted, (Thank You Greg, Berta and Casey), I came home. Greg was going to pick up his friend and they were going to repair my car window. (That didn't happen, the door refused to come apart). They will take it in for me one day this week.
ANYWAY...
I got home from dinner- migraine full blown... And come in the house.
From the basement now, I hear a few loud crashes... and a very (LOUD) high pitched screaming.

WTH?

As I round the corner to the basement stairs, there sits Sputnik, in all his glory, and OH, so proud of yet another delicious new edible TOY.

Uh~Oh...
Intruder alert!!!
Thinking there has to be a nest somewhere IN the house...
I threw that one out too.
Did not care to be dealing with the effing things at that point. They got to live another 2 days... No, I did not get through the mountain of clothes back there that need laundering.
(Sputty seems to think there is something behind my chest freezer)...
I shall toss them out on their keesters today. If I can find them.
I'm not too happy about having to open the little dresser drawers back there either. This is where all the gloves and such get stored for winter... And I shouldn't have had to touch this little chest before October!
But oh well! Such is life... in Flintville... in the Spring!

Love to all!
Wish me luck.

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Tuesday May 13, 2008 - 09:56am (CDT)

My wicked house... on the news?!? hehehe

No caption required....

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Good Morning Everyone!


I had a great weekend, save for the nasty migraine that insinuated itself in the midst of everything else.
By now you have all seen Casey's interview on the news.
(CLICK HERE if you have not)...

But I would like to fill you in on what lead up to her spot in the news.
hehehe

A phone call for Casey from Channel 26 as soon as I had just gotten out of the shower...
I found myself praying and thinking, "Please let this be what she needs to get her story out"...

It was.
But as she hung up she calmly says, "They will be here in an hour."

An hour?
Here?
As in 60 minutes... (or less)?

And who is this 'they' anyway??? (Kris Engebretsen and his photographer)...

Photographer?!?!?
(Who the hell invited a photographer)?

One freakin' short HOUR ????

Lordy, will you just LQQK AT MY danged HOUSE!?!

Anxiety crawls up my spine...
Breathe Anne, breathe.

Inhale. Exhale. x 25...

Give up. (I don't have time to breathe)!

Take Xanax.

• My dishes are in the sink... (They must get hidden someplace. I hide them).
• There is dust all over... (A quick swipe of a towel here and there).
• I smoked a cigarette earlier... (Turn on the fan over the stove).
• There are papers all over the tables. (Fill up a grocery bag, two, and throw them in the back room).

Wait!

• There is stuff all over my little computer table out here. (Find still another grocery bag).
• Casey's laptop on the entrance rug. (Throw in back room, close door).
• Casey's stuff on the stairwell. (She carried up- I have NO idea what it looks like up there)...
• I fell asleep on the couch Thursday night... (Straighten linens, fluff pillows, and put new cover on).
• I need to get dressed. (Throw clothes on quickly. Forget to zip up).
• Dog toys all over. (Throw dog out. Hide toys).
• Dog hair... (Scoop up a few handfuls and toss into garbage).
• Dog feeder needs cleaning. (Omit cleaning. Just fill food dish to the very top).
• Something stinks... (It ain't me). Take garbage and recycles out...
• Something still stinks. (Remember that 'stink' does not show up on the news).

Breathe Anne, breathe.

'Stink' is still there.
WT Freakin' H?

• Entrance needs new rugs. (Scatter a few about).
• Sorted laundry is on bathroom floor. (Carry it, and the hamper, to back entrance; and very unceremoniously toss it all on the floor).

'Stink' was not within the laundry.
(But wait, I do not smell it anymore either).

Wait... WHAT ABOUT OUTSIDE???

• Doggie doo~doo? (Nope. Thank the powers that be that I had removed it all the day before).
• Lawn needs mowing. (Too bad, so sad, that's not gonna happen).

Forget about 'out'side. Look around house...

• Chairs need straightening. (Straighten quick, brush crumbs to floor~ and cover with matching blankets).
• Windows need cleaning. (Pull down blinds, turn on lights).
• Piano needs dusting. (Grab dust towel. Sneeze. Straighten a few things up top).
• Sewing machine on cupboard. (Put on wooden cupboard top in dining room).
• I need makeup. (No. I don't).
• Yes, I do. (No, I don't).
• Shelves in kitchen need cleaning... (What now? I am hearing something)...

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The dogs seem to be barking and growling at strangers in the yard.

Strangers? ...

What strangers???

Casey proudly announces, "They are here."

What???

 

...and exactly WHO is the "they" that are "here" ???

*** It sure as hell can't be Channel 26 news, because it sure as hell hasn't been an hour since he'd called...

But it is.

I greet them at the door, trying to smile, and ask are they allergic to cats or dogs? (I hoped they would say "Yes" ~maybe turn around and go straight home ? )...

...But they say, "No. We love cats and dogs." (Damn).

The photographer sets up in the dining area. (I threaten his life if he shows a speck of dust on the news)...

• I quietly resign myself to having the worst home,
  EVER,
  on the news (or anyplace else for that matter)...

They position themselves in the dining room, and begin to talk between themselves; (Casey, Mr. Engebretsen and that darned photographer)...

Casey gets wired for sound, tucking the microphone into her collar.

Me? I am just 'wired'...

• ...I go to the stove, smoke another cigarette, making sure it all goes outside through the fan. (It doesn't work. I consider running away)...
• Punk is still outside. (I bring her into the entrance, ever so quietly, and threaten her life if she barks just once)...
• She stays put. (Plopping herself down on those clean rugs).
• But, where is the cat??? ~No problem. (Sputnik is climbing in the window, on the wooden cupboard in the dining room where I had tossed my sewing machine).

WHAT!?!?

The photographer is laughing his butt off at this. (Cat removed, put in bathroom. Door closed).

And if you have watched this already, you KNOW the rest of the story.


I must close for now, (and maybe get my damned dishes out of the oven).

More, on my Mothers Day weekend, later.
I promise you, it gets better. (Doesn't it)?
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Love to all.

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y360, Monday May 12, 2008 - 07:42am (CDT) 40

KC Apt-The "Straw" ~and the Camels Back...

The "Straw" ~and the Camels Back...

Nasty window...
(And no, it is NOT that warm yet)...

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Good Morning!
~After a brief absence from our little blog world, I am back.
And with news too.

Taking up where I left off on Wednesday...

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I won't mention any business names...

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Casey and I did visit the rental offices. They had turned Casey and Greg down because of Caseys credit rating.
(She has never had a car loan, no home loans or the like... NOTHING, save for her pancreas).
After identifying ourselves, the secretary was unsure if the rental lady would even speak to us.
(WHAT)?!?
~No, I didn't question her.
I only said, "Oh, that's OK, we'll just wait"... as we took a seat at their table in the reception area. (No, we had not been invited to be seated). But there is something about people plunking their backsides down in your front office, waiting, that seems to get someones attention.
Not yet on the rampage, I snapped a few pictures of their award-lined walls; and mentally noted the owners of the place. A Patrick and Ann Murphy.

I saw 2 plaques that resonated their willingness to accept early rental payment.

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The top one for "prompt" rent.
The lower, smaller one for paying in advance.
Both with 'prizes' for their renters...

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And I thought, "YAY, there really IS hope."

So we waited (and waited...) for the credit lady to come out from the back.

SHE came out with her guns blazing, and a welcome attitude absent.
Kinda shattered any optimism I might have still felt at that point...

But like I said, there was still that bit of hope...

We spoke to her nicely. (Mama always said, "kill 'em with kindness").
So we did.
(And for as long as I could stand it).

Gregs credit is just fine.
I asked if they would consider putting the lease in Gregs name alone.
The lady, (barely restraining her bad attitude), looked at me, pointed at Casey, sighed, and said, "No, SHE would still be living there."

Treating us like lepers then...


She said it was their policy never to rent to anyone with less than their acceptable credit rating.

She told us that Caseys medical problems were OURS and ours alone, and that we should do something about them! This, after letting us know how very unwilling she was to even speak to us.
She further chastised Casey for not writing an income on her application...
(Umm... Wait... WHAT????)!

Me:
"Hello? ~Do you not get what we have just told you about how sick she is?"
(DUH. I abhor life in the 'slow' lane)...

Casey then quietly asked her who the owners were since they had implemented that policy.
The lady refused to answer.
We asked to be put in touch with them.
No answer.
I said, "Patrick and Ann Murphy".

The lady told me it was time for me to leave.   ?!?
C'mon, did she think we couldn't read? (I really am not as ignorant as I look).
Sheesh!

Yeah, ok, so we left with Casey in tears.
But not before making a few calls in the parking lot, and snapping a few pictures.
(B*tch that I can be; I really didn't care how much us sitting in the parking lot bothered that lady either).

Casey wanted to go to Channel 26, and tell her story.
I thought twice about it before we got there too.
But between what UWGB did to her, what her last 2 employers have done to her, and all of her health problems, there was no way I could/would deny her the possible opportunity to get her story out.

Casey was listened to almost immediately, beginning her story with UWGB.
The reporter that does the "You Ask, We Investigate" stories was very busy... But asked that we not go to any other station, saying he would be in touch with us and taking many notes...

If you have clicked on my new link, you already know what transpired with his promise to get in touch with her. How nice to have been given even that little bit of respect, almost sight unseen...

Here is that link... CLICK HERE...
OR
http://www.nbc26.com/news/local/18816824.html

Please send this link to everyone you know. Sooner or later perhaps someone "in~the~know" will be able to help Casey out.

This is an ongoing investigation.

To contact Kristoffer Engebretson "You Ask, We Investigate" at NBC-26 in Green Bay, WI:
kengebretson@journalbroadcastgroup.com

I will write more later, but for now I must get busy around here. (The lawn MUST be cut so it can grow another 6" in the rain tomorrow)!
Hope you are all having a grand Mothers Day weekend!

XOXO
Anne ~aka "Leper", (The Elder).

PS
An afterthought from a friend, and a GOOD question:
Is it legal to even consider medical 'credit' on a credit rating for housing?

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Originally posted to my Yahoo 360, Saturday May 10, 2008 - 07:22am (CDT)

Casey~ On the News

http://www.nbc26.com/news/local/18816824.html
College Student Denied Health Insurance
Rare Disease, No Health Insurance
NBC26 News

A U.W. Green Bay student says the school told her she couldn't come back after a potentially deadly disease left her in the hospital.

To watch Kristoffer Engebretson's report click on the (above) video link.

May 7, 2008 Repeat Request for your help...

Hi again...

Please read my original TODAY blog (May 7 2008)...
Sorry that with all of my posting, todays blog got a bit last...

Here it is, copied for you.

Hi Friends (only)...

Casey received word yesterday that she will not be able to get that apartment. (Her credit score was 10 below the required 600 rating they want).

EVEN WITH AN EXCELLENT COSIGNOR the lady said no.

She also said they do not want 'that type' in their apartments.

JUST WHAT TYPE WOULD THAT BE????
The sick kid???
The broke one???
OR
Perhaps the Native American Heritage one???

...The owners were 'away' yesterday... Really?

This credit manager also TURNED DOWN our offer of entire amount of the whole lease IN ADVANCE to secure this apartment for her.

WHAT THE EFFING HELL?!?!?!

I called again, getting a different guy, and told him this is quickly becoming a matter of life or death for Casey. With her colon shutting down from the narcotics and the pancreas, she has since been told that it will only be about one year or two before this adversely affects her liver and her kidneys.
I told him if this was HIS child, he would move heaven and earth to make that child well.

He will send my message on...

And I will be taking a drive to town to fight for this place (and ultimately her treatment at Mayo).

Love to all.

Wish me well.
I promise to be calm, cool and collected.
In the event that effort on my part does not work, I will need to be bailed out. hehehe
And as soon as I am bailed out I further promise to blog every phone number they have.

 

XOXO
Anne

 

 

KC Apartment- PLEASE HELP. I need your thoughts. 05/07/08

Hi Friends

Casey received word yesterday that she will not be able to get that apartment. (Her credit score was 10 below the required 600 rating they want).

EVEN WITH AN EXCELLENT COSIGNOR the lady said no.

She also said they do not want 'that type' in their apartments.

JUST WHAT TYPE WOULD THAT BE????
The sick kid???
The broke one???
OR
Perhaps the Native American Heritage one???

...The owners were 'away' yesterday... Really?

This credit manager also TURNED DOWN our offer of entire amount of the whole lease IN ADVANCE to secure this apartment for her.

WHAT THE EFFING HELL?!?!?!

I called again, getting a different guy, and told him this is quickly becoming a matter of life or death for Casey. With her colon shutting down from the narcotics and the pancreas, she has since been told that it will only be about one year or two before this adversely affects her liver and her kidneys.
I told him if this was HIS child, he would move heaven and earth to make that child well.

He will send my message on...

And I will be taking a drive to town to fight for this place (and ultimately her treatment at Mayo).

Love to all.

Wish me well.
I promise to be calm, cool and collected.
In the event that effort on my part does not work, I will need to be bailed out... 
And as soon as I am bailed out I further promise to blog every phone number they have.

 

XOXO
Anne

 

 

April 17, 2006

Entry for April 17, 2006

Hi;

   I am back from the hospital once more...

   CaseyAnne had an MRI yesterday- (How else would we choose to spend Easter Sunday)?!?  :)  It took a very long time too- The doctors came in this morning (all 3 of them), and they have found that Casey has a deformed pancreas- (a very rare birth defect). 

   She will need surgery, but there is no one capable of doing this rare procedure up here. I think she may be able to go to Madison. But first, she needs to at least be able to eat something,  anything,  keep it down, and have no pain.  Her doctors say a week in the hospital perhaps. 

   Hopefully the surgery can/will correct the problem- as it is right now, her pancreas is digesting itself.  

   Not a nice scenario.

   Birth defects?  What's up with that?  (And no, I never did anything that would account for something like this)! But she is just so young...  Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers.

   Mary, Michael and Rita were not able to come up yesterday- as now Rita has influenza.  (And might I add how very  nice of Michael to share with his sister)!  Nasty stuff from all I hear about it.  Then Roberta calls this morning; and after having spent almost all of her (and Gabriels)  free moments up at the hospital with Casey-  She has strep throat.  I did tell Casey's  "gastro...ologist" guy.  He said not to worry about that right now. OK...

   My little somewhat squashed and crippled pup seems to improve by leaps and bounds each day- Perhaps this little girl will ultimately be alright too- Maybe it was the drop in body temperature, perhaps the 'shock' of having a cement block on her back end. Maybe a whole slew of other possiblities...   She is eating- playing- and yes, they even have soggy doggy puppy food.  And oh, what messes they make with it. Not too very coordinated enough to keep their bodies and bellies out of their food dish!

   Not too much other news-  (Honestly,  I think this all is enough).

   Hope all is well in your little corner of the world, and that you all had a very blessed Easter.

XOXO
Anne

Monday April 17, 2006 - 01:30pm (CDT

March 21, 2006

Entry for March 21, 2006

As my youngest has just left for a well-earned Spring Break! She will meet up with her beau in Savannah, and hopefully they can both enjoy the week they have before she returns to college- and he has to return to Iraq...

XOXO
Anne

 

Originally posted to my Y! 360, Tuesday March 21, 2006 - 05:59pm

Word, to the wise...

Since Miss Beep has found her blogs on Y360 to have completely disappeared, (and since I know Multiply did NOT transfer all of my own), I am going to be transferring more of my older ones today. Hopefully if I do it right it will not keep telling you that I have posted 'new' content.

If it does, my apologies in advance.

 

XOXO
Me

 

Sunrise...

Sunrise...

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(search "Green Acres", the photo is everywhere).

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Good Morning Everyone;
First of all to say that I hope you had a great weekend, and were able to get outside and breathe deeply of the Spring weather.

We did.

And found myself moved enough NOT to ignore the possibility of a garden this year, back be damned.

Like I said, I promised hell or high water, to get the old Simplicity tractor running again this year. (Methinks I shall be driving it into the ground- there seems to be no one brave enough to rebuild the engine)...

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CaseyFace got tractor duty!

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Notice the front bumper of the Roadmaster... lower right
Parked there, waiting for the tiller to die.
But it didn't die once as we got the garden ready!!

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I dug out some old kohlrabis as Bobo could not bend without severe pain.
Not too sure what the tradeoff was for her,
as the tiller weighs a ton, and I do not have a hydraulic lift on it.

But we got through it too. The end justifying the means...

To me, there is nothing in the world that smells as sweet as freshly turned Spring soil either. Must be the farm girl blood in my veins.

We still have much to do to prepare this little garden. (Beginning with tilling it over again)...

So last night to have slept like a rock! (Say "YAY")!

Upon awakening this morning to know that I was up a wee bit earlier than the sun...

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The leaves and blossoms on the apple trees are just beginning to bud.

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I snuck a camera peek at the gardens and the fields.
(No, we do not till the darn field)...
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Can you imagine if we had to do that???

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To see this all, (even though it killed my back), was such a grand way to wake up.

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But the camera pulled in a downward move...
(as did my thoughts),

And centered on this...

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Oh that's right.
It did it to me again...
She died.
And I left her right where she was too.

Yes, I will be getting it going once more today...
(just 'later').

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And life goes on...

Wishing you all a magnificent week!

Love to all!

XOXO,
Anne

PS
I see Casey (aka BOBO) has posted a new blog entry too!
CLICK HERE if you have not read it yet.

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Monday May 5, 2008 - 08:37am (CDT) 4

POLITICS, (by Bovine and Nationality)

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

DEMOCRATIC  
 
You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.
You feel guilty for being successful.
Barbara Streisand sings for you.  

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REPUBLICAN  
 
You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.
So?  

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SOCIALIST  
 
You have two cows.
The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.
You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.  

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COMMUNIST  

You have two cows.
The government seizes both and provides you with milk.
You wait in line for hours to get it.
It is expensive and sour.  

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CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE  
 
You have two cows.
You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.  

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BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE  

You have two cows.
Under the new farm program the government pays you to shoot one, milk the other, and then pours the milk down the drain.  

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AMERICAN CORPORATION  
 
You have two cows.
You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one.
You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when one cow drops dead. You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have downsized and are reducing expenses.
Your stock goes up.  

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FRENCH CORPORATION  
 
You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows.
You go to lunch and drink wine.
Life is good.  

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JAPANESE CORPORATION  
 
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.
They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains.
Most are at the top of their class at cow school.  

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GERMAN CORPORATION  
 
You have two cows.
You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour.
Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.  

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ITALIAN CORPORATION  
 
You have two cows but you don't know where they are.
While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman.
You break for lunch.
Life is good.  

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RUSSIAN CORPORATION  
 
You have two cows.
You have some vodka.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You have some more vodka.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really have.< /B>  

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TALIBAN CORPORATION  
 
You have all the cows in Afghanistan , which are two.
You don't milk them because you cannot touch any creature's private parts.
You get a $40 million grant from the US government to find alternatives to milk production but use the money to buy weapons.  

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IRAQI CORPORATION  
 
You have two cows.
They go into hiding.
They send radio tapes of their mooing.  

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POLISH CORPORATION  
 
You have two bulls.
Employees are regularly maimed and killed attempting to milk them.  

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BELGIAN CORPORATION  
 
You have one cow.
The cow is schizophrenic.
Sometimes the cow thinks he's French, other times he's Flemish.
The Flemish cow won't share with the French cow.
The French cow wants control of the Flemish cow's milk.
The cow asks permission to be cut in half.
The cow dies happy.  

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FLORIDA CORPORATION  
 
You have a black cow and a brown cow.
Everyone votes for the best looking one.
Some of the people who actually like the brown one best accidentally vote for the black one.
Some people vote for both.
Some people vote for neither.
Some people can't figure out how to vote at all.
Finally, a bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you which one you think is the best-looking cow.  

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CALIFORNIA CORPORATION  
 
You have millions of cows.
They make real California cheese.
Only five speak English.
Most are illegals.
Arnold likes the ones with the big udders.  

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***Special thanks to my "invisible friend" Marie for sending this to me.

XOXO
Anne




 

No Time... ;-)

No Time

Good Morning All;

Hope you are having a lovely weekend! And thank you to all who have braved enough of this site to leave me a few comments. (Just wish Yahoo would get their act together already)!

If I had time, I would blog today.

****I would tell you how very dreary it has been of late.
I know plenty of you have had it much worse than dark, dreary and rainy.
My thoughts and prayers are with you all; and especially those families who have lost loved ones to these violent Spring storms.

****I would tell you that we have probably found an apartment for Casey. But that is her news, and so it is her blogging to do. (Mostly).

****I would tell you that other people in Suamico have been MUCH busier than I...
This dork even stole a bus!
WTH?
...Talk about a farcical sense of desperation.
(Do the click thing).
Do you think that is too much alcohol? (Maybe he had two for the road)?

****AND, I would tell you each to have a Wunnaful Weekend!

Love to all!

XOXO,
Me

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Originally posted to myY! 360, Saturday May 3, 2008 - 08:39am (CDT)

For ALL of My "Wunnaful" Friends!

From my email, and I just HAVE to share with you!
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Love to all
XOXO,
Me
;-)

May 2nd, 2008

Entry for May 02, 2008

My First Daffodil of the Year!
('bout time too)...

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Good Morning All;

As you can see, Spring is here; but it just does not 'feel' like it yet.

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The other flowers are 'trying' just as hard to add a bit of color too.

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And since it is supposedly Spring, Casey and I took a little trip to Green Acres Greenhouses.
We picked up just a few plants to replace a few that Winter killed...
But the best thing was that there was barely anyone there when we went.
(This gave me great photo ops)... hehehe

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What you see in the background is maybe about 5% of the place.

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.The turtle and the iguana...

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And now, MY personal favorite...

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hehehe

 

This is Walter.

His honeybunch in the background;
protecting their newly hatched babies...

Sorry, but Mr. Walter was VERY stubborn and would not move.

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Not too much other news from Flintville.

Miss Punk was a bit chilly the other morning,
stealing an old housecoat...

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So before our walk, Casey warmed the dogs up well...

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As they both vie for the ball off the roof of the shed.
Note: Never bet against Miss Milly,
(even when it looks like Punk will get that ball)!
"Looks" ARE very deceiving...

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Of course, Mama Milly is much like Speedy Gonzales,
running full speed to the woods.

While Punk is left wondering why we are so slow...

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Specifically Casey,
~as she threatened to turn around and go back home.

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We have been apartment hunting for Casey. And yesterday, we even found some spectacular places! We will revisit a few today.
As many of you know, she needs to get to the Mayo Clinic...
(If she has a reservation address, all referrals and subsequent treatments are covered; including any/all ER visits).

In the meantime, she is trying to NOT take her pain meds. We spent last Saturday night at Bellin hospital. They said her colon is shutting down from a combination of the narcotics and her raunchy pancreas.
(Hmmm, does that make her "anal retentive" then)? hehehe...
ok, bad joke. Mea culpa.

My house is a disaster area. I was online the other night, and had the TV on in the background. There was a show about switching wives. ?
Not sure what it was even called. BUT, there was a snippy lady on there that SO put down the family she went to. Their house was a mess, and she treated it, and them, like they were lepers.
Yes, she was snooty...
In all honesty, I never even turned my head to look at it, just reaffirmed that "it takes all kinds" to make our world.
But she had to have missed the 'soul' of that family too.
I have always told people if they want to see me, to come ANYtime. But if they are coming to see my house that they should give me a 6~month notice.

Life. (It IS what happens)...

But just in case someone like her decides to grace my door, I'd better take advantage of the rainy day and at least move a few furballs to under the rugs.

Time for me to get my backside moving...

Have a 'wunnaful' Friday!

Love to all

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Friday May 2, 2008 - 08:43am (CDT) 6