Mad at My Windows...

Good Morning All;

Is anyone else having problems with their computer today? I am SO ready to throw the whole thing in the danged river already... Three times now to have gotten the message that 'windows has encountered a problem and must close'...

And then they are all gone!!! Send. Don't send. Doesn't matter, they close and take my pages with them!

Had this problem a while back too, then they came out with a "fix" for it. Guess now they must come out with a fix for their fix! MAD!!!

But back to yesterday. The photo above, yesterday morning while playing ball in the house. hehehe Punk will get her ball, and sit at the top of the steps, then let her ball bounce down the stairs. Whomever is at the bottom must toss it back up. *If one hits the wall directly below Grandpa's portrait, then the ball ricochets into the bedroom where she has to 'find' it.

I was at the bottom yesterday~ Casey had gone up to try to intercept Punks fun. Trying to hit that same wall, (and having to be careful NOT to hit the two 'kids' at the top), I severely undershot my aim. The ball was firmly lodged in the railing until Caseys "bigfoot" loosed it. I think Punk was almost ready to cry...

We took the dogs to the woods. Miss Milly disappeared WITH HER BALL... She came back to us without it. Even Punk went 'in search of' the darned thing. No luck. i will probably find it today because it possibly floated down the river. (Right to where I'll be tossing this danged "compooter" of mine)...

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Out last night to take a few "moon" pictures...

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And in this last one, there was no light source, save for the moon above, that would have caused these streaks. Any photographers out there can explain it maybe?

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Clearly the streaks are NOT coming from the moon...

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After I had taken those pictures, we had come home and gone back to the woods. I am usually not one to be 'spooked' but last night we did keep our little trip short. Maybe it was just too quiet. There IS such a thing. My friend Connie has a blog about "The Fouke Monster". >CLICK< any of the colored words... I am thinking that maybe it was reading that blog, and seeing those 'shoes' that made me feel uneasy...

Sun is shining brightly for now, but they say we might get a few drops of rain later. It is 54 wonderful degrees right now. Perfect for a bit of transplanting!

Have a wonderful Thursday!
XOXO
Anne

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Contradictions ya think?

Sorry folks I don't mean to be screwing you up, but that first added link for Michael Vick, now charged with "possession" didn't work... Hope this one does...

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Good Morning All;

Miss Punk and I took a ride up to Michigan yesterday... Fun, even if it was gloomy. Dry for the most part, until it was time to head home and then the skies simply opened up on us. But oh, we need the rain! Still. Maybe even more come Thursday. Hope so.

Stopping in an old bookstore in Menominee, Michigan, I bought 4 or 5 books. They might keep me occupied for a time, for when it gets chilly(er) out.

There comes a time between yardwork and snow shoveling that there is a lull. Since I do not spend my time (nor money) in the malls, these little lulls are filled with words.

I have been up for hours. And read the paper; (or at least what they include online anyway).

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con·tra·dic·tion (kntr-dkshn) KEY

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1. 1. The act of contradicting.
   2. The state of being contradicted.
2. A denial.
3. Inconsistency; discrepancy.
4. Something that contains contradictory elements.

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SICK! An article about dogfighting in Allouez. (Allouez is just on the other side of Green Bay; at one time was THE upscale place to reside). hehehe The "other" side of the tracks???

These kinds of articles always make me ill; all the way inside. And like Michael Vick, I hope this guy gets put away for a 'L~O~N~G' time too.

>Click here< to read that article.

On the heels of that comes a posting from my friend Toni J. Please click on her name to read what she calls "Just a Dog".

A bit of a contradiction??? .....

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And more contradiction here... If only of colors!

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In another week they will all be fire~colored.

And in another month after that, most of them will be bare...

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But the greatest contradiction I saw was the following...

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Or more aptly put, (referring to the 2nd definition above), "DENIAL"

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Yup.

Surely looks like 'denial' to me!

(Claims she can't read)!!! ......

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Have a 'WUNNAFUL' Wednesday!

XOXO
Anne

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A Trip to Suamico!

Good Monday Morning Everyone!

Later than usual... Hope you got a few extra winks too!

Miss Punk and I took a ride the other day down to Suamico. Checking on a few places that I remember as a youth to have gone swimming, (or other things that the youth of the early 1970's did)...

Back then, we had quite a lot of places to go...

One of those places was Long Tail beach. Another was Little Tail. We would have spent days there, if allowed to; swimming when the weather was awful hot and muggy. (Kind of like our weather today. It is to be 87, and very muggy)! ~ugh...

But now, the water in the Bay of Green Bay is so shallow. Down 3+ feet from a decade ago...

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Hard to tell just by peeking through the overgrowth though...

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The sandbars were never visible in my youth...

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Pretty still; just no swimming holes left...

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So we rode over to Barkhausen Wildlife Preserve. (Click on that).

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On the way there, I actually had to turn around to be able to get this picture...

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Look in the upper right hand corner of the tree.

There is a paper wasp nest, hanging over the road...

HUGE!

...It had to be, at the very least, an entire 12"-15" (+) across...

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This is a shot at Barkhausen... looking SE.

The many geese and ducks had Miss Punk a bit worried;

(and me too... for them)! hehehe

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We are about 3 weeks early to see all of the birds and such congregating at Barkhausen; and getting ready for the winter... ~But it is high time for all of us people to be making sure that our own bird feeders are ready for winter; and that we have ample supplies to be feeding them too. Hehehe, if your houseguests might be of the mousie variety, (like mine), please just get a rubbermaid container to store your birdseed in. (Those work great for storing dog food and cat food too)!

Driving back through Suamico is the old fish market.

You can tell it was there even before the widened county road came along... Within inches of the road.

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Suamico Fish Company!

Yes, that IS an old Greyhound Bus sign on the front of the building!

I believe this was it's stop before Vickerys General Store was made the main stop.

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The picture at the top of the page is the old boathouse... (This is the same river that flows through the woods here).

Glad we took this little ride near to sunset too. It was cooler than the 73 degrees I have now. And since I didn't get much done on Saturday, I will be finishing the lawns today.

Most of my beasties seem to have relocated, or croaked. (I can only hope they have also laid that big man down from Oshkosh for a few days too. He was such a jerk)! Yes, yes, settle down; I will say an extra prayer for my unchristian thought... hehehe

Have a wunnaful Monday!

XOXO
Anne

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Are you too young to remember THIS funny song???

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"Tennessee Bird Walk"

Take away the trees and the birds'll have to sit upon the ground. (Hum)

Take away their wings and the birds'll have to walk to get around.

Take away the birdbaths and dirty birds will soon be everywhere.

Take away their feathers and the birds will walk around in underwear.

Take away their (whistle) and the birds'll have to whisper when they sing. (Chirp chirp!)

Take away their common sense and they'll be heading southward in the spring.

Oh, remember me, my darling when spring is in the air, And the bald headed birds are whispering everywhere. When you see them walking southward in their dirty underwear, That's the Tennessee Bird Walk.

How about some trees so the birds won't have to sit upon the ground? (Hum)

And how about some wings so the birds won't have to walk to get around?

And how about a birdbath or two so the birds will all be clean?

And how about some feathers so their underwear no longer will be seen?

How about a little (whistle) so the birds won't have to whisper when they sing? (Chirp chirp!)

And how about some common sense, So they won't be blocking traffic in the spring?

Oh, remember me, my darling when spring is in the air And the bald headed birds are whispering everywhere When you see them walking southward in their dirty underwear That's the Tennessee Bird Walk (Chirp chirp!)

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Thank You Polly!!!

Thought this was WAY too good to keep to myself!

All clocks/images are from Poodwaddle.

Please click on the hour/day/month year circles to see how fast these things are happpening in our world...

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XOXO
Anne

September 22 is Hobbit Day and Dear Diary Day

Good Morning All;

What I mean to say is; "Dear Diary"... hehehe

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Would the following "Beasties" be considered 'hobbits'?? (I do not know what a 'hobbit' is)...

But please read "the beastie bs" that follows...

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Dear Diary,

I have put a silly danged picture of Miss Milly up there, and now must also include a silly danged one of The Punkster, lest she be upset...

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Caught in the act... (Of what? Flossing)???

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Back to these silly danged pictures... (Yes, I really DO have one of Cleopatra)!

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...And I really DO have a better one than this! hehehe

(But sadly, will have to let Cleopatra herself use that one).

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We'd gone back to the woods with the dogs almost as soon as we had gotten home...

Miss Milly MORE than happy to see Casey and I, but was pretty cranky toward her little Punk too.

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She didn't even want to share her squeak ball...

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And certainly not with Punk...

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And yet, push come to shove,

with Casey back to "Pain~Mode",

both dogs were right there for her.

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And now, I do not mean to trivialize Miss Caseys pain, (nor Miss Milly's angst at having her Punk return), but I would like to share with you what happened to me on this latest Milwaukee trip...

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...Arriving to our hotel, and securing our room, I lay down on one of the beds to maybe get a nap... For some reason, (I think someone MUST HAVE switched my H20 to 'Water Joe'), I could not rest.

But I was hungry.

I made a little trip to some fast food place while Casey got herself ready for her test. Coming back to the hotel, and once more to be sitting down, I realized that while I was gone, someone had kicked me in BOTH of my knees. ...Maybe it was driving down there and staying the same position? (Nah, they had that godawful 'kicked in' feeling)...

I also realized that the AC unit in the room was not working very fast at all. (It mattered NOT to me ONE BIT that Miss Casey was completely covered up ~from head to toe~ with all of her own blankets)...

And I was OH so tired...

***Whomever had kicked in my knees had also done a number on my back and on my head. And I wished I had paid more attention to what had happened, but the events seem cloudy and elusive at best...

Trying to sleep was the penultimate chore. It did not come easy, nor did it last for long.

But WHILE I WAS ASLEEP, for those few, too short hours; my tormentors had returned, holding me down, shoving cotton down my throat; and lighting a fire within my lungs. (They had placed cotton balls WAY up within my nose too).

To my very worst dismay, they had also shoved my vocal chords WAY down my throat... (Those 'chords' only make noise now when I breathe)...

Then came Caseys trip back to Froedtert.

I tried not to talk to people, but that goes against my very DNA... And I spoke with many peoples... (Sorry, peoples)... Mea Culpa 1000 times over.

We, (I), decided to keep Cleopatra and The Punk down in Milwaukee one more night; not feeling like doing anything of any importance; (like driving for 2+ hours to sleep in my own bed where my tormentors would not possibly have found me)...

I should have just driven home.

During the evening/night, those fookin' beasties returned.

They kicked in every bone in my body; and in the process, they bruised my face and my throat.

They forcibly rolled me over in my bed each every time I got too close to feeling comfortable.

They kicked my back; even making my little kidneys ache.

We came home yesterday...

...Stopping for a bite of food down in Oshkosh. I had a run in with some jerk who had cut in line ahead of me while I tried to check out my few little things from the store. He surely got and earful from me...

He was all of about 6'7" or 8" tall. HUGE. About 50~ish. Fat too. Unkempt and quite daunting to most I would think. (And I cannot remember the last time I might have told someone off in such a public fashion).

Confession time: It made me feel better.

And yet, my Christian values have always taught me to share; (I can only hope I shared those damned beasties with him too). hehehe

Yet, even as we arrived home, I made haste to get some of the CheraTussin/AC that I keep on hand for such emergencies. Swigged a bit of that, and we took our little walk then.

Last night, those beasties DID come back to torment me as I tried to sleep... they surely do try to ruin even a nice nap... And they redid all of their previous bruises to make me feel even worse.

Upon awakening this morning, I see that some of them have pitched their tents in my tonsils, in addition to still making me squeak when I try to talk. They have also spread their tablecloths upon my tongue, and even when I clean my tongue, they keep resetting their damned table!

There must be more than a few that have taken up residence in my lungs because they seem to 'sing' with every breath I take. Off~key too. I am really mad though that they have even turned my spit to little dark red blood balls! Those, in addition to those who are beating at the inside of my skull; and some who have drummed their way all the way down my back. They have found their way around my sides, and have snuck inbetween each rib too. They have also stuck their flaming swords into my tummy muscles, and when questioned, said that pain was only from coughing. (I doubt that).

AND SO,it occured to me to simply drown the little baztardz. I have drank more water today than I have in the last 6 months... (Oh, OK, it just SEEMS that way). And yes, I already have the chicken in the pot on the stove. (Rumor has it that they do NOT like my chicken soup).

Rumor would also indicate that Blackberry Brandy makes them move on out... Not being a drinking person, I do not have any of that in the house. (Being a fully licensed and insured "driving person", I can surely get a bottle though).

So, Beasties be freakin' warned, your days/hours of making my body ache are numbered!

In the meanwhile, I hope you ALL have a wondermouse weekend.

(Crap, did I say mouse)? hehehe

Oh well... I gotta go cut lawn... (Better to do that without having that Blackberry Brandy thing going on yet)!

XOXO
Anne

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&quot;Cleopatra&quot; Sleeps

Picture stolen from everywhere on the net...

Good Morning Friends;

CaseyAnne got through her procedure yesterday. WITHOUT WAKING UP ONCE! Not sure 'what' they used to knock her out with, but it really worked... (And left her loopier than a light airplane in bad weather afterward)!

Must have been whiskey in her IV...

After we had tried to wake her up for quite some time, she finally opened her eyes, looking from me to the nurse.

Her first word out of surgery?

"Boob"

...Saying it as though she was in kindergarten, or sounding it out for the first time... Then she plunked right back down on her pillow, quite unceremoniously.

After a little time, I tried to rouse her again. As I lifted the head of the bed, I also had to grab Caseys head, (nodding like a newborn).

A bit of movement as she tested her coordination, (there was none); plus, her eyes kept going funny. (They really MUST have used whiskey as I have seen that vacant "look" before)...

I asked her what her name was...

She looked at me (sort of), with those funny eyes, and said, "Cleopatra!"

(This, complete with the most elegant hand movement)!

OK, kid, "Cleopatra" wins, go back to sleep... hehehe

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Her procedure was at 1:00, we had to arrive there for noon. The doctor had never put the orders in, so we cooled our heels til about 12:30 in the lab... When we got back to surgery, they were waiting for her. Everyone except anesthesiology that is. Methinks they forgot about her because it was almost 2 by the time they finally wheeled her back.

Nobody had turned me in for neglecting my unhappy, abused dog this time. hehehe But it was high time to go out to the ramp and take "The Punk" for a walk anyway. We walked all over campus. Punk does not like anything too near the cranes the construction guys use. (Out of the surgical wing alone, one can count at least 4 working at any given time you would chance to peek outward).

There were at least that many on the east side of the grounds also. But back there, there are a few ponds, and a couple of stone benches, which no one ever seems to use, save for myself. There were a few ducks, and other pond creatures. Namely mosquitos! But they would buzz around and not bother me either. (Lucky that way, those blood~sucking nuisances do not like me). And not too much traffic on that end of the buildings either. The worst being a few airplanes that flew real low. (Progress pictures for Froedtert maybe)?

I went back inside, and got everyone to chatting in the surgical waiting room. It beats the heck out of being alone with your thoughts.

I learned a long time ago that the worrying only makes the waiting worse...

Everybody shared their own stories. One gal even asked me to write "CaseyAnne" down on a piece of paper so she would include her in her prayers. Thought that was pretty nice of her... (Hindsight being what it is, mayhaps I should have written "Cleopatra" down)?

Then the lady at the desk went to check for me. Casey was still in the OR. So back outside after another hour or so. And another walk.

L-o-o-o-ong afternoon later, we were finally back here about 6 or so. Casey actually stayed up for much longer than I thought she would have, (or even COULD have). Not being able to 'feel' her legs yet, I practically carried her bag of bones back to the room here. Her legs 'worked', (kinda/sorta)... She just could not "feel" them... (Yes, I have seen that "whiskey~walk" too)! hehehe She weighs in around 92/93 right now.

We all walked outside later, fresh air being good for everyone... It was SO foggy too. A chill in the air; it had been so warm out earlier.

I see by the forecast that there is a dense fog advisory for a couple of the counties we will be driving through; until mid~morning. We shall just leave a bit later then. Arriving home to some 85~degree (PLUS) temps then, and to be able to look forward to high winds, complete thunderstorms tonight. Ugh. Oh well. Just doesn't sound much like "Fall" to me!

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In keeping with Fall, and the darned Halloween that will surely come, I thought I should enclose a picture I had taken a few weeks ago...

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("The Great?") PUNKIN; and CaseyFace!

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Cute, aren't they?

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I'd better close. Casey is making a few 'pain' type noises, and maybe if I shut off the lamp she will sleep through... (Besides, I 'lost' my entry once already, and do not wish to retype/edit it yet again)...

Hope everyone is having a splendiferous Friday, with plans for a 'wunnaful' weekend ahead!

***** Oh and here's a little Pirate fun fer ye all!

My pirate name is:

Calico Anne Kidd

Often indecisive, you can't even choose a favorite color.

You're apt to follow wherever the wind blows you, just like Calico Jack Rackham, your namesake.

Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate.

Arr!

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Love to all!
XOXO
Anne

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This one cracked me up!

A little translation for the headstone above.

And an apology too... ~I am sorry. I thought if everyone clicked on the magnifying glass thingie it would make the tombstone bigger and thus readable..

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It says...

...It occurs to me there is a clear difference between 'Hand me a hammer, and throw me one'...

Good Morning!

NOTE: I really am not a stick in the mud... hehehe Or maybe I am.

But some things just bother me. Halloween is pretty close to the top of that list for me.

As I am sure some of you know already, I absolutely abhor All Hallows Eve, and almost any/every/thing associated with it.

When we were kids, it was an evening to get our farm chores done early, and to go get a few pieces of candy from the neighbors homes. Our parents would sit and chat while we imagined that all the other homes would surely run out of candy, or cookies, (or even pennies), before we got there!

Now, with the advent of more and more scary stuff, came with it a desire to close my eyes and to want to get through from here til November 1st or so, without having to see/think/feel scary things.

I do not like it when I do not recognize the person I am looking at; whether or not it is someone I know/love.

I do not like pages that are all in the bright 360 oranges; and I always hit 'view page without theme' because the contrasting colors can kill my head at times. (Gory background images bug me bigtime too, although there is no 'view page without blood' button)...

I do not like spooky stuff even though I am a complete advocate for the paranormal. (Paranormal doesn't scare me; it intrigues and fascinates me, for I know that these elements cannot hurt me).

I used to like Halloween, for the kids and all that. I kept their costumes subdued, and we worked with what we had for the most part. Although we did have to buy new "make~up" each year because someone would inevitably leave it dry up from the previous year.

I shall have more stuff about the "Years Gone By" Halloween(s) later. But since I am sitting in a silly hotel room waiting to go to Froedtert, I think I shall keep this short for now.

These things said, I am thinking that I cannot be the only person that doesn't care much for All Hallows Eve.

OR AM I?...

Have a good one!

XOXO
Anne

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Way Too Much Adrenaline For Me...

WARNING TO ANY/ALL 'TWITS':

**Blog may contain references to animals and a sick kid, and life in general.

(Howzat for a disclaimer)????

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THIS is the sick kid...

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Late afternoon in Wisconsin...

Hello to all. It should come as no surprise that as I type CaseyAnne is on her way to the doctor. What a bunch of crap. I just want to scream. She had a dentist appointment earlier. Some work that she'd had done last month was giving her problems. (I am sure that to the rest of us that would fall under "toothache" but since she has real pain elsewhere it was more of an 'annoyance' to her). The dentist evened that 'bite' out for her in 10 short minutes.

Yada Yada Yada.

Doctors and their guinea pig crap... I will wait to see if I have to go pick her up or not. Her right side is giving her some godawful pain right now...

Her dentist appointment was at 2:30. (Are we the only ones that find that freakin' hysterical)?

Having woken up plenty early this morning, I had plenty to do. Tons of wash that I hadn't finished yesterday so I go to the back entrance and run the washer full of water, adding my detergent and my softener. Back up to the bathroom and rip apart the hamper to sort the dirty clothes into my 3 little piles. Wanting to be able to get dressed at some point today I figure to wash the jeans load first.

I come back here to check my email and to read a few blogs. About 45 minutes later, I realize I still hadn't put those jeans in. Whoops. Grab an armful of 'darks' and go back to the laundry center.

And instead of filling the washer with the laundry, I have to jump, bass~ackwards, bang my backside against the freezer, and drop my precious load of laundry in the process...

Regaining my legs, shaking my head a few times, unsure; I venture forth to the washer and peek in.

(Not having had enough caffeine yet at that point, I wasn't sure if my eyes had deceived me or not)...

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Can you freakin' believe it???

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And all I could think was "what a damn fine waste of detergent, water, and softener"

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I was madder than hell at first, but then to grab the LONG tongs and get the crazy, (and quite dead), little fooker out of there. That of course AFTER I grabbed my camera... hehehe

(I do wonder how long he must have done the breast stroke once he hit that water though)?

In all honesty I would NOT have liked it better had he not perished BEFORE I found him...

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Then to clean the machine out. (Ran a very hot bleach rinse through it). Then washed a bleach load; (just in case).

I am not scared of these 'stoopid' micey things. But as always, they do have a tendency to startle me. (4:00 in the AM seems a lovely hour to be startled). Nope. Not appreciated. He was quickly relocated to the dumpster.

And then I had to scrub my floors and such... Again, these creatures do not make me feel frightened. But kinda dirty creatures to be having the run of the house in my opinion anyway... Yeah, I KNOW some of you have them for pets.

And I knew with that early freeze we had, that I would be seeing these furballs sooner rather than later... But it always surprises me when I do see them too.

I wish I could put poison out, but then the dogs would not be happy should they venture into it somehow.

I have heard of the electronic soundwave gadgets that repel all sorts of nefarious creatures from a house. Do any of you have any experience using those things? They say the sound waves are such not to bother house pets. ie: dogs, and such.

Or maybe I should just get a new Amos? I do miss that kitty; especially NOW, (even though he would catch all the critters and bring them to me if he wasn't too hungry at that point).

Daylight is becoming a premium nowadays, and I shall keep this short(er) for today...

Hope you are all having a NON~"MOW~ISS" kind of day!

*** Click on MOW~ISS if you do not yet know how my big sister lost her mind... and scroll down to the blue type... I know many of you are new to my blog and might not yet have had the opportunity to cry along with the elder... It is a TRUE story.

XOXO
Anne

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Good Morning all;

I am thinking that just in case you haven't noticed, I really have NOT lost my last marble... AND I have all the medical documentation to prove this. Anyone looking to overturn a will written before this documentation was dated will have one heck of a time... hehehe ~Just 'thinking' is all...

I was more than a bit peeved when, earlier this month I received a bit of a missive that said I only talk about Casey, and my dogs. Thus making me feel a bit pensive and even a bit bewildered about my blogging words.

So, the 11th Commandment for today shall be:
Thou shalt NOT rain on my blog.

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NEWSFLASH...

• My daughter is ill. With what I have no idea. This tends to make me a bit upset, and I DO tend to focus on it. I will not apologize though. She has been ill for the past two years, and quite possibly a way lot longer with symptoms that were 'missed', or just put on the back burner until they passed...
• I have dogs. 2 of them, and I love them both dearly. They are part and parcel of my "family" and will be given good airtime as well. If you do not like dogs, you should not be here to begin with. (They are NOT, however, in the will)! hehehe

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OK, that said, clearly I took those few words to heart. I think we all do this, whether consciously or not. As mere humans, we have a tendency to ponder on the obvious, and then to top it all of, we have 'Human Nature' that tells us to try to read between the lines as well. (As if the written lines weren't clear enough?)...

I have tried to stray from the Caseysick cloudtags, and have tried not to write consistently of the dogs either.

What this leaves is a whole lot of BS that nobody wants to hear about anyway. Such is life. (But admit it, you LOVED the possum)... And I did comment on everyones comments; just so you know.

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You had the kill/grill blog, or two; which actually I had a GREAT time with, thank you ALL very much. You got a blog from Punk; as well as 9-11, and one that linked to the death of my stepdaughter. Oddly, nowhere in any of these blogs did the writer take a minute to voice their approval, or their disapproval; their laughter, (or even their revulsion).

So be it.

Truth be known, I didn't write anything for them in the first place.

My blogs are simply for my grandchildren. As many of you know, that is a part of my life that is "missing" for whatever stupid reason their parent (2) might have.

Yes. I said "STUPID". (Don't even allow me get into 'cruel' and 'ignorant').

So, these books, as I have created and printed them are to be given to these grandbabies, along with all the stories about me; growing up, and loving it.

I will be 50 next year. If 'life' has taught me anything it is that children grow up (sometimes), and get on with their lives. It has also taught me that 'what comes around, goes around'.

If you have any notion of being able to hide truths from your children, those truths WILL come out to kick your backside later.

My parents taught me that by simply being honest about us being adopted.

My 1st divorce taught me that children do not want the chocolate~covered version of anything. I was honest with them then, and continued to make it my own little creed as a good parent to be honest with them about everything from that point forward.

So Dear Writer, please know that I do not write for you. I write for my grandbabies so that one day they will well know what kind of Grandmother they have had.

If any of my musings entertain or enlighten other people, and if I make true and real friends through this blog of mine, all the more wonder to us all then.

I am not stupid, nor am I genius; but I do fall happily inbetween the two. And when you write such insensate things, you are bound to hurt someone.

I am sorry that you feel that within your own life there is not enough happiness and joy to be spread to all others. Perhaps a glimpse into what makes you smile would elevate your own blog within others minds.

Yet having given it due consideration after this time, I can only come to one thing to say to you "Frankly, my Dear, I don't give a damn."

WARNING:

Tomorrows post will probably be tagged 'dogs' or 'Casey', or whatever other surprises and joy that God might have in store for me.

Anybody not coming back just let me know.

Have a WUNNAFUL Monday!

XOXO
Anne

PS .... Before I forget about the image above....

Straight from Cheesehead University!

I was looking for a 'cowpie' image, (trying to be a "nice" Wisconsinite, and not call it "BS"), and found a website that made me laugh out loud.

>CLICK HERE< if ya wanna be a cheesehead, or even if you only want to know more about Wisconsin... from a really hysterical point of view!!!

"Twisted" doesn't even come close! ..... hehehe

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Bless Me Father I Have Sinned... The Previous; The Devious. ;-)

This picture taken Thursday afternoon.

Good Evening/Morning/Afternoon to All;

I hope your weekend is going along well! Ours is absolutely GREAT!

As many of you know, I am an idiot... Not having mentioned the two birthday boys...

The first, (my all time favorite stepson), Mr. Daniel Bernard DeGrave.

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He's the cutie on the right!

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And the next is my Godson, Sean!

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He's the cutie on the left!

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Happy Birthday Gentlemen!!!

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~With an extra~special salute to Sean, in the US Army!!!

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A rough, early freeze Friday night left a lot of plants shriveled and wilting... Casey, Punk and I had taken a ride around the fields... And found a wilted bloom of what should have been another squash.

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You can see the wilt on the leaves, but I am sorry the bloom looks kinda normal.

It was actually transparent and sparkly...

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We found a tomato, left behind by the field workers...

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...Or maybe it just "fell off the wagon"...

Makes no never mind to me. (It's on my countertop now)!

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We took a few shots of the homeplace... One of you had asked a long time ago to see the whole place. But that is impossible because of the windbreak (pines) out front of the house... Guess you will have to settle for a NW view, and one looking NE too.

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Looking toward the NorthEast

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Looking toward the NorthWest...

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Greg has been working hard to clear the JUNK out from in front of the woods. It is so overgrown, long overdue to be able to see the trees! So pretty back there. And with an old gnarled oak tree~

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Looking perfect for climbing!!!

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And am wondering how many of you have ever climbed a tree? I was more 'tomboy' than most when I was growing up... And I truly loved every minute of that too!

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Punk and Casey were in the little wagon, being pulled behind the little garden tractor... We picked up lots of cast off veggies as we went along.

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Miss Punk says "Go Faster!"

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FASTER!

"C'Mon, take that corner on two wheels!"

ARF!!!

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When we were done checking for loss, we drove straight to Kelli's house. Down the road with Casey and Punk right in the trailer! We brought a few pears to "the girls" too. (That's Breezie and May, the 2 horses).

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Taken on Labor Day...

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While we played with 2 baby kittens, Tim had one heck of a time to restrain our 2 little~bitty dogs... hehehe

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"If ya can't beat 'em, join 'em" ~as he hit the ground!

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Oh and here is Kelli and I, taken 2 days ago at my house!

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...And now, for my teeny tiny confession...

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Yours truly; just finished with a bit of mowing!
(Look behind me)...

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**NOTE:

I might have hit a *ahem* 'possum', with the mower.

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And all that danged polyester stuffing literally exploded from the poor thing!

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It was chilly, but that is NOT snow on the ground behind me.

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HAHAHA!!!

Joke's on you!!!

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But I do have to say that I am in the company of both some really hysterical friends, and some very brave ones too! (I already KNEW I was in the company of greatness)!!!

What a grand time I had with my previous, (if devious), blog, thanks to ALL of you!!!

Now as an honest sidenote, I have never tried 'possum myself. But seeing how some of you have, only leads me to believe that I might be missing out if I don't try it at some point.

So... if/when the opportunity presents itself, I shall indulge! Promise.

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Last night I couldn't fall alseep for love or money, and was still watching the clock at 4 AM... Slept for a few hours, 'til the sunlight was wrapping around the house. Hopefully I can go up tonight, and fall right to sleep!

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!!!

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Have a WUNNAFUL SUNNYDAY!!!

... I'm goin' to bed! ... !!!!!

Yup, and with a HUGE smile on my face!!!

(I might even "giggle" whilst I say my prayers)...

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XOXO
Anna~Anna!

Oh, go climb a tree. You know you still love me!!!!

(Um, you DO still love me, don't you)?

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