Anna~Anna
"Flintville Annie"
© 2006-2015
Good Morning All!
I do believe that 'she' can say this so much better than any of us...
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Please keep this in mind if you are tired of doing this all by yourself!
And if we do not connect before then; I wish for you, your families, (and all of your loved ones), one grand and Happy Thanksgiving Day!
Love to all!
XOXO
Anne
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Originally posted on Yahoo 360, Wednesday November 21, 2007 - 08:11am
Good Monday Morning!
Not too much has changed from yesterday...
Yet another win for The Packers!
(Say YAY)! How very cool this season has been for us fans too; even knowing that the next 10 days will make/break a few teams standings.
Outside for a bit at halftime...
And if we stay out a bit too long, I put the TV on pause. I do love that I can pause Live TV with this Dish Network, (and I use it often).
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It is gun deer season in Wisconsin until sunset next Sunday... Almost a sacred event 'round these parts...
~And even with all of her restrictions and illnesses, it occurs to me that Casey did get her deere this year too! hehehe
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And I shall leave you all to be pondering that now! .
Hope you had a great weekend, and that today is even better!
Have a good one!
XOXO
Anne
Good Sunday Morning to All!
I have been lax in reading and commenting. My apologies. Life has a tendency to be a bit overwhelming at times, and these past few days have been no exception to that...
Busy. Lazy. Good. Bad. ...And everything inbetween too.
Casey has had a few tough days/nights, and sans much sleep too. (Another blow to the system as it is; but will let her fill you all in on that).
Hell and back for her, so please keep those prayers heading in her direction?
It seems as though the L~Lysine is making our cat quack like a duck too. 
(Admittedly, he is hysterically funny, but kinda awful too)! hehehe
Miss Punks' ears seem not to be popping anymore. She was SO pathetic there for a while, and would squeak quite loudly when they popped... (Sounding much like someone had accidentally stepped on one of her paws).
She has quieted some and I am thankful for that too. She hates me now for always cleaning her ears, and for putting the meds in; but still does not get mad about it either. Maybe she understands it is for the best. I still see her working her jaw like she wants them to clear out. This too shall pass.
Time to throw on my Packers sweatshirt...
...and a few other warmish pieces of clothing.
It is currently 29 degrees, (nippy at best)!
Check out the Fan Zone for the Green Bay Packers when you have time!
>CLICK HERE< for many websites from Tulsa, Houston, Washington, Indianapolis; and some with membership worldwide!
We love our Green Bay Packers!
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And so begins another great day of football!
I have to run and get a Sunday paper~
Happy that we got the garage cleaned out good enough to put my car inside too. I hate scraping the windows; (I believe I did enough of that when we had no garages)...
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While all the cars cannot possibly be brought inside, there was one that could not stay out any longer.
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Time to fly!
No matter WHO your own team is, have a wunnaful Sun~ny~Day!
Love to all!
XOXO
Anne
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Good Morning...
Still another late morning, and am wishing I could sleep a bit longer than 2 hours at a stretch...
>sigh<
I see that Miss Roberta is BACK!!! >CLICK HERE< for her blog.
And Miss Casey also has a new blog! >CLICK HERE< for hers.
BOTH of them really need your advice and wisdom, so please share.
I am guessing too, that a few of you are actually wondering what might have made me so dang sick a tired of the following:
THE WHINING,
THE MANIPULATING,
THE CRYING,
THE SCREAMING,
THE PAINs,
THE NEED FOR DOCTORS,
THE WAILING,
THE HOWLING,
THE SOBBING,
THE APOLOGIZING,
THE SHRIEKING,
and
THE HORROR OF IT ALL.
hehehe (and blah, blah, blah)...
So tired of it all that I begged for mercy! (And answers).
And yet, to a certain degree, even TODAY, it still goes on...
After listening to the almost constant noise from them both, I made a little phone call to Dr. Spires who said, "Bring them right in." And so I did.
Miss Punk has an ear infection ('tis the season)... And Sputty has a viral upper respiratory thingie going on. Both are being treated, and yet, all of the above continues...
Poor babies.
Punk has the MalOtic ear drops, (along with the Similisan I use on top of those). Sputnik has a tube of L~Lysine, (some antiviral med). Cats are supposed to like this stuff. Nobody told Sputnik this, so he doesn't; I have to smear it on his paws. (After ears and paws are done, the whining begins all over again).
So, next time the kid gets sick I shall take all of her meds and smear them on her paws.
Wish me luck... (and DO knock on wood)!
hehehe
Have a freakin' FANTASTIC Friday!
XOXO
Me
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Good Morning Everyone...
Late(r) this morning...
...But with very good reason too.
Once more having lost sleep (and patience), with it all.
(I am thinking that I have finally lost all of my marbles)???
I simply cannot stand it anymore!
It would be sufficient to say that I am ever so tired of:
THE WHINING,
THE MANIPULATING,
THE CRYING,
THE SCREAMING,
THE PAINs,
THE NEED FOR DOCTORS,
THE WAILING,
THE HOWLING,
THE SOBBING,
THE APOLOGIZING,
THE SHRIEKING,
and
THE HORROR OF IT ALL.
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I AM SO DISGUSTED WITH EVERYTHING...
I AM OVERWORKED, (and definitely underpaid),
I AM TIRED,
SICK,
SORE,
BEAT,
(AND HUNGRY).
AMONG OBVIOUS OTHER THINGS I NEED CAFFEINE
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FOOD;
...AND MAYBE A MAGICAL VITAMIN TO HELP ME DEAL WITH IT ALL.
Hmmm... Earplugs would be nice.
That, and a chicken in my pot!
And YOUR mission, should you decide to accept... is to tell me what is wrong in Flintville today... (and how to fix it)!!!
Go ahead.
I double~dog~dare~ya to comment... hehehe
Oh, and do have a frickin' terrific Thursday.
XOXO
Me
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Good Morning All;
First things first.
Having had Miss Thers come through her surgery yesterday with great relief from her pain, is such a good thing.
Please >CLICK HERE< to wish her a speedy recovery.
And now ~about the topmost picture...
As I rolled the dumpster to the end of the driveway early this morning, I had to chuckle to myself. Dressed in my silk pajamas, tennis shoes, and a jacket, I suddenly knew how Mom felt when she had to take the little bucket to the outhouse each morning. No matter how she varied her schedule, someone always seemed to drive by and see her making her way to the outhouse.
This, back when our road was NOT a county road, nor was there blacktop on it either.
This, back when a body "knew" every car that went by.
I used to laugh at her embarassment at getting caught.
After all, wasn't she doing exactly what every other family had to do every morning???
Or was her slop 'special' somehow?
I never did get those answers.
But I do know that this is one of the reasons all those trees were planted across the front of the property. She called them a "windbreak", (and they are excellent at being defined as such), but they were also meant to be grand at hiding her little walk to the outhouse every morning.
...That is, if Pa hadn't put in an indoor bathroom before those trees offered any protection. hehehe
And so, many times prior to the upscale (mid~1950's), indoor plumbing we had, Mama would get caught with her little pail...
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And I am thinking that in those days there was much less of the 'Gee, I can't pee if you are within earshot'... Or, 'I can't use public restrooms'
(Or any other of those excuses that we hear so often today).
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I am also thinking that the only thing missing from this picture is the Sears and Roebuck catalog!!!
That same 2~Seater was exactly what the Northeastern Wisconsin Beagle Club was looking for when they came one day and made an offer to buy the old outhouse from my dad. Not too far away, the Northeast Kennel Club wanted a 'double' (just in case)...
Pa agreed to sell our outhouse. (I think Mama was happiest to see it go)!
I can actually remember sneaking in there when I was either too lazy, or too dirty, to "go" inside! We had to take off our shoes/boots (whatever) whenever we went inside. (Pa didn't have to though... just us kids)...
Wheeling my little dumpster down the gravel driveway this morning, and making enough noise to wake the dead, I had this odd feeling of being watched.
That feeling made me think of Mama and her little pot... I set the dumpster as close to the road as possible, saw headlights, and hid in the trees until it was 'safe' to gather yesterdays mail. I made the mad dash across the road when there were no vehicles coming from either direction.
Since it was still very dark, east there is a big curve, and west is Ryans Hill, I can easily see when/if there is anyone coming to catch me in my jammies.
...Then a "mad~dash" back up the driveway to the safety and warmth of the house...
(OK, so it is still a bit of a gimpy run, but it is getting much better).
And I wonder why I had felt so paranoid this morning?
Still do...
No frost this morning... It is 42 degrees but not to stay that 'warm' for long.
Casey and I did some major cleaning yesterday of the shed and garages to accomodate all the things that must be brought in for winter. Even my bike is stored for now. Ah well... My godmother stopped in for a while too. So good to see her! (And what a nice little break from our chores as well)... Always fun to get 'caught up' on each others children and grandchildren!
Winter is inevitable.
Quite like death and taxes... hehehe
Have a WUNNAFUL Wednesday!!!!
Love to all!
XOXO
Anne
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Good Morning All;
We have been so very busy... Doing not too much of anything, yet accomplishing a whole lot in the process... (It does too make sense).
I see that Casey has written of her new job, and the bit of stress it will take from herself too. Proud of her for forging ahead and 'doing' anyway!
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Congratulations Sassy Kid of Mine!
I wish her the very best. Especially after every little way her own body has seemingly betrayed her for the past two+ years...
For those that do not read her blog, she spent an awful weekend. Her lungs hurting, but thankfully no collapses again... and NO blood clots either. What a horrific 'wait' until those tests came back negative.
Almost sensing the mood here lately, the dogs have quieted too. Perhaps with the oncoming winter as their bodies adjust to the changing weather, and brace for the cold.
I am going to borrow a column that appears in the Press Gazette. Perhaps you have already seen it...
But worthy of a read; especially if you are a parent, or a child. Keeping in mind that hindsight will ALWAYS be 20/20.
Ironic to me, how this comes out 6 months after Fathers Day though.
Odd too how all the apologies, and all of the 'passing the buck' will not ever compensate for the truth.
(Those same truths, not as YOU see them, but how God does).
These words, taken from HERE.
...And it almost leaves me feeling bad for those fathers, and mothers, (and children), who will have to look back one day...
From whatever perspective this applies to you.
Posted November 13, 2007
Guest column:
A father's lament: 'I could've done better'
By Leonard Pitts Jr.
It's a year this week since he lost his son.
You try to get away from it, he says, try to heal. But that's hard to do when everywhere you go, people know you, know what you're going through. They even approach when you're onstage, stop you in the middle of a song. "No matter where I'm at," says Eddie Levert, "there's someone who wants to give me their condolences because, 'We loved your son and we love you.' I understand all of that, but somewhere along the way, we've got to let him rest in peace."
Levert, for those who don't know the name, has been, for almost 50 years, one of the main cannons of the O'Jays singing group, renown for such '70s standards as "Love Train" and "For the Love of Money." His son Gerald was a star in his own right, famous for songs like "Made to Love Ya" and "I Swear." He died at 40 of an accidental mix of prescription and over-the-counter medications.
Now Eddie and Gerald have a new book out. "I Got Your Back" is a quick read — barely 200 pages — and, what with the discographies and the soul-food recipe, it has more padding than an armchair.
But there is substance, too, in the candid father-and-son conversations that are the heart of the book. Eddie and Gerald, business partners, best friends, the one a chip off the other's block, were often held up as an icon of what black fatherhood can be. To read their book, though, is to realize they were also an icon of what black fatherhood too often is: a litany of shortcomings. In the Levert household, it turns out, love was filtered through father's failings, father's infidelities, father's absence.
Which is why Eddie speaks — in the book and on the phone — with palpable regret. "I think I could have been a better father," he says. And is there a man with children grown to adulthood for whom that lament does not resonate?
Eddie, who has nine kids, says, "If I'd known what I know now, I would've spent more time with them on just the small things, going to the park, playing softball. Little things like that ... being involved in their lives on a day-to-day basis. Those are the things I missed out on, those are the things that would've made me a better father."
You might argue that as a man whose career required him to spend much of his time on stages and in studios, Eddie's failings are forgivable. He's not buying it. "I just fell short," he says. "I was too busy trying to be successful. Too busy trying to be the next No. 1 entertainer, too busy focusing on what I'm trying to do in my career instead of trying to be the best father I can be. All those times I was at the disco, all those times I was hanging with the guys, all the times I was just kickin' it to be kickin' it, I could have been with my kids. Being honest with myself, 'You had the time, Eddie. But you chose to do things that were unimportant."'
He's hardly the only one. As a culture, we allow father — unlike mother — his absences. So being father often means playing now, paying later.
You watch them go into the world, these sudden men, these sudden women, who last week were toddlers curled around your leg, who three days ago left teeth under their pillows, who yesterday rode without training wheels for the first time, and you panic. You ask yourself, did I spend all the time I could've, did I teach every lesson I should've, did I do all the things I would've, had I known how helpless I would feel in this moment of separation?
Is the answer to that question ever yes? Isn't it always just different degrees of no? But by then, they are grown, the time is gone, they are making their way in the world. Yet sometimes, because of us in spite of us, they become excellent. Eddie Levert saw that happen with Gerald. He finds it a comfort. Of sorts.
"He was well thought of," says Eddie. "He was well loved. So, I didn't do too bad."
"But I could've done better."
Leonard Pitts Jr., winner of the 2004 Pulitzer Prize for Commentary, is a columnist for the Miami Herald, 1 Herald Plaza, Miami, FL 33132.
I believe it goes without saying that if we are true to our children, and ourselves, we can always admit we could have done better.
I also think it is time though to start defining exactly "HOW"...
*And stepping up to that plate that we have created for them to live/die by.
Love to all.
XOXO
Anne
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Good Morning!
That last entry about suicide, (friend of a friend), has certainly left me feeling quite empty inside for everyone that this has touched. I thank you all for your extended kindnesses and sharing. It means a lot to a great deal of people.
Do you notice that suicide, like sex, is somehow a verboten topic? Like if we hide it under a rock somewhere it won't happen?
Not true. I believe it is one of the topics that need the MOST discussion.
And I also believe that if one says they have never thought of their own death, (whether by their own call or Gods), they are quite simply a liar. We have all thought about our own death; with the majority saying "please let me pass as I sleep"...
When once asked by a counselor if she had entertained thoughts of her own death, one of my daughters had responded that she had. She was then put on a suicide hold for 72 hours.
Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do in her case; as she knew that to answer any differently would have been to lie. And maybe it was.
I believe it all goes back to 'when it is our time to die, we WILL die.'
It is as simple as that.
But back to Flintville.
Casey has had quite a few days of feeling much brighter than she has in a long time. Is it possible that this all is waning for her?
I surely hope so.
So we can put these last few years of pain etc behind us.
And SHE can get on with being a normal 20 year old. hehehe (It has just occured to me that I have used the word "normal" in speaking about Casey)!
Yup, still laughing!
We walked back to the woods the other day; as the snow squalls actually went all around us...
(And thankfully so).
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But it was very windy too.
Those nasty winds have died down now for the most partnow. Before they calmed, they had left a bushel basket flying around the fields.
Punk did not like this at all... Growling at the defenseless thing...
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Casey had also stolen Miss Millys squeak toy...
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My own darn foot held out. And while it is still a bit painful, it is getting better all the time.
..."Time" ~that glorious healer...
I'd better close.
(The danged maid quit and my house is a disaster area). hehehe
Love to all!
XOXO
Anne
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Originally posted on my 360 Thursday November 8, 2007 - 09:16am (CST)
