Rain. Pour. Morton...

Rain. Pour. Morton...

Master Gabriel, all SMILES, at his home.
Casey and I visiting for a while after my hypo.
Monday 4/07/08

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Good Morning All;

Sorry that I have been MIA.
Busy.
Tired.
And still fighting the jackass that kicked me in the back last month.
(Hmmm...Are any of those acceptable copouts)?
My apologies.

Kelli came Tuesday with Mr. Miller... We walked all three dogs back to the woods. (Or maybe they walked us)? Either way, they have so much fun! As we do too.
Punk finally over her fear of going back down the cliff. And I wonder if she runs down with her eyes closed now? Once at the bottom the fool dog jumps in the river. It is high, and she wasn't expecting it to be. A bit harder then to climb back out. Kelli and I were on our way down- She had been struggling to climb out, but had Mama Milly there to help her too. Not sure how she got out, just that she was fine by the time Kelli and I got down there.
Oh the water must be SO cold! But it didn't keep The Punk out for long either. She seemed to love it; and was back in a more shallow part soon after.
The river is quite high around the bend with all the snow/rain/snow/rain that we have been getting.

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Much more shallow here
Punk still in the river!
Miller very soggy too!

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And God only knows where Miss Milly had taken off to...
But she always burns us and disappears.
Miller and Punk stay with us though.

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We saw a few odd things...
Not the least of which was...

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I can only assume that the hunter missed?
And why do I picture the squirrel in that one commercial
that laughs when the car goes in the ditch?
hehehe

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An old dead tree, long since blown over by a storm, covered our path.
I tossed it over the side of the cliff.

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Punk thought it was the best game of fetch ever!!!
But she did give up trying pretty quick too!

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Up at the homestead, I have been working diligently to get the water out of the garage. Slowly but surely I am seeing more and more dry floor too.

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Ignore the mess of boxes...
Just more rummage to get sorted and sold.

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Casey and I have both been working at getting the wood chip loads disbursed too. The end of the main driveway is finally built up. The 2nd driveway still has to be leveled off and covered. When these are done, we can use the leftover chips for mulching.

I am waiting for my back pill to kick in...
Having gone in again this afternoon because it simply hurt too much, even with the pills I had been given on the 14th of last month. At that point just figuring that I must have pulled a muscle...
The Dr has told me that I probably have a stress fracture. Remember my foot last September? Same thing I guess. Not fun at any rate. And the fact that it keeps getting progressively worse really stinks too.
Damnable jackass...
The new Xray machine at the clinic will not be in for 3 weeks, so until then I am SO grounded. (And probably much longer too).
HUGE SIGH
I hate this feeling.
Worse yet are my thoughts-
How will I be--
** Mowing my lawns?
** Planting my garden?
** Digging out the septic?
*** etc etc etc... ??
Yes, I take calcium, minerals and vitamins religiously.

Casey will need to be in Milwaukee next week; already I am dreading the drive down to Froedtert. She has pain tonight in the left side of her ribcage, but the Drs have assured her that this is not another collapse.

I am SO tempted just to keep posting the picture of my Morton salt.

It is raining now- One to three inches of water are possible and predicted.
And it is very very windy too. The rain being pelted onto the windows and the side of the house. The Punk is a bit upset by all of that noise. She keeps waking; with a bit of a growl in her throat.
And no, I am NOT going to look in the basement.
(Til after I wake that is)...

I hope you all have a fine Friday ~and a warm and "wunnaful" weekend!

Love to all.

XOXO,
Anne

PS
Casey has also posted an updated blog. CLICK HERE to read...

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Friday April 11, 2008 - 02:38am (CDT) 14

Late April Fools!

Between the two combined entries here, they kind of turned into one of my can o' worms entries... My apologies...

First from Tuesday, April Eighth...

Hoodwinked and Tired

Good Morning all;

Not much to share today, I feel almost as dull as the clouds above. And have a little song that keeps running through my mind... Anyone over 45 or so might remember it...
"Don't it make you wanna go home?"   CLICK for words.

I won't be on much today as I have a zillion things to catch up on.

Food for thought...
It is infinitely less stressful to your own being, and so much better all the way around, to tell the truth at any/all costs.
Your lies not only hurt others, but destroy your own value and worth.

...Talk about "karma", eh? What's YOUR definition?

Have a Tuesday kind of day.

XOXO
Anne

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So that was Tuesday.
I posted this yesterday...

Our Late April Fools

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And yes, I just now snapped this picture!!!
Mother Nature DOES have a sense of humor...

 

Good Afternoon all;

First of all, my apologies for being so troubled and vague yesterday. I had gotten a shot for my head on Monday and was a bit "out of it" and "in my own little coma" after that.
And sometimes I do weird things while recovering.
Like I did on Monday... Opened up a little drawer next to my bed and found a few letters from my girls. One specifically from my estranged daughter Jennifer Hope.
In it she had written of many many memories.
Hindsight now, (with obvious actions speaking louder than words), I was taken aback, and made to now believe that not a single word of that is true. (As were some of the other letters I had found from her sister Zoe).
Coupled with the migraine, the recovery and the notes, I was more than a bit upset. More so that neither of these "raised~better~than~this" children could have even picked up a phone or sent KC a get well card.

This morning also found me a bit upset.
Kinda obvious there too as you take into consideration the above photo.
hehehe
And yet, I truly do not mind snowfalls in April because they don't last all that long. And we are looking at Spring none-the-less.
By tomorrow this should all be gone...

Not too much news, I have spent the morning still in a funk with respect to my damnable head, but getting better every minute too!

And life goes on!

Just wanted to say hello, and to send my love to all.

XOXO
Anne

 

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 11:56am (CDT)

And the comments "can~of~worms" that followed:

 

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(My own comments back to my friends are in italics)

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huggggggggggggggggs to u anne, we all have days like these :) i come from a family of 5 girls...i'm the youngest...and i know my parents feel the same way about 3 of my sisters :| and as long as u keep the snow to urself (unfortunately, i'm sure we'll probably see more of that white stuff before too long) hugggggggggggggs n prayers for u always :D:D

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 01:15pm (EDT)

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Sweet Gidgy!
So is it hormones, or what???
hehehe
("Phases" are long past running out of time to pass)...

My own beliefs are that the souls that people have are predestined for this, or not; depending upon how the deck was stacked when we chose our parents.
And you cannot argue with these divine plans we all have.

I shall keep this batch of white stuff all to me then.
Permission to be selfish?

Next time I shall share!

Love to you

XOXO
Anne

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 12:32pm (CDT)

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I don't want any of your snow, either. Just this once, don't share!

You know, there comes a time in everyone's life when they either must accept the past for what it is and move on, or keep using it to beat other people up because they think it will make things "right". I've made peace with the fact that my parents are less than perfect (aren't we all?) and they did the best they could...and they loved me and educated me and made sure I had a good start in life. What more could you ask for than a parent doing the best they can? We all have failed at things, but the important thing is to forgive and move forward with hope and love in your heart. Life is too short to hold onto the garbage from the past. I sure hope those girls understand that some day.

And tell Casey Thank You! for the letter and pics and lots of hugs from us!!

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 10:38am (PDT)

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I think sometimes that people get so caught up in the lie that they can no longer see the truth. That not withstanding, I have not EVER seen where Miss Casey did a dang thing against those girls. I have a really difficult time to fathom a world in which one sister can be deathly ill and the others make no attempt to even try to pass along a little encouragement.

Then again, I can't picture a lot of other things that happen in this world too.

I think perhaps it is time to call a spade a spade and simply write them off as "lost" and move on as best you can. If they are unwilling to make contact then just let it lie. It might seem cold but it would be much less stress on you all to just let go. Say a serenity prayer and kick them to the curb mentally.

oh, and sign me up for the "some day they will see the error of their ways" bandwagon....because I truely believe that somewhere somehow, this willl all come home to haunt them. When they see the same chickens roosting in their homes they WILL understand.

Karma is a real biatch.

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 11:13am (PDT)

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Sweet Lisa;
I know that you are right, and from your lips to Gods ears on the 'understanding' bit too.
It just always sounds like a copout when I claim that I did the best I could.
BUT I DID.
They were never subjected to various strange men in the house at any point for any reason.
They always had decent food, a good roof, heat, and all else, INCUDING my damned head and heart.
And they knew it too.
Some of the letters are upbeat and kind. Some are horribly cruel.
Funny how I had a hard time getting past the 'nice' ones...

I shall tell Casey!
And thank you too for thinking of her when she was in the hospital and so sick too!

Love to all of you too!
XOXO
Anne

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 01:23pm (CDT)

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As a total outsider looking in.. I'd advise your estranged daughters to stay as far away from you as possible. To take something that was written.. to you.. their Mom.. just because you are having a rotten day.. and twist it.. to something horrible.. no matter what they do.. you are NEVER going to forgive them for whatever it is you think they've done. I read the trainwreck.. and, I just don't get your hatred of your daughters. But, if they were to ask me for advice.. I'd tell them to write y'all off.. but.. hopefully.. they quit reading your words to them.. a long time ago. I know if my mother EVER wrote something like this.. she'd NEVER hear from me again. EVER.

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 01:34pm (CDT)

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"P",
It is so hard to see those words, in their own handwriting and to TRY to separate what was/is fact /fiction.
And then I wonder if they even KNOW themselves?

Casey feels as though she is the one that 'let the cat out of the bag' and all.
These two loving sisters of hers have blamed her countless times for this.
But what TTII have failed to respect is that my own intuition is NEVER wrong. And if they think I didn't have a clue (before Casey talked with me about things that were bothering her), then they have disremembered how 'right on' my intuition is.
A mental curb!
How cool. But it is a very very hard thing to do. Most of the time they ARE already there, but then things like this happen and it brings it right back.

(But I do get a chuckle KNOWING full well that every little now and then, they are sounding just like dear old Mom too)!
hehehe

Roberta has mentioned to Casey that there are plenty of drugs and alcohol involved with the both of them.

Guess that's another place for that serenity prayer don't you think?

Karma Baby, you got that right!.

Love to you!

XOXO
Me

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 01:35pm (CDT)

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Sweet Xxxxxx;
I guess you would have to have lived it, or maybe just to have seen all of the blogs ~and the course that it has all unfolded within our lives. The 4 entries in 'trainwreck' really do not suffice.

Granted, as with all stories, you are only getting one side.
(Don't feel bad about that though, it is all I have been given too).

I do believe too that they have already written me off, so do not worry yourself overmuch about that end of it.

The words I referred to that were written were ones that used to make me happy, and the other notes they wrote were only written to try disrupt my family as it was. maybe what all teenagers go through at some point. But those too were written way past their teenage years.

Back to my blog though, it was that I simply lost the joy when I read them the other day. And those were the happy letters, (the good ones Sweetie).

As I wrote, 'actions speak louder than words' ?
And yes, it did hit me like a ton of bricks to realize that all.

But these are their own crosses to bear, not mine.
As I said before, they were raised much better than this.

Love is NOT unconditional.
This is one of the most bizarre statements that people have come up with!!!
If it were so, everyone, everywhere would get along just fine and love each other.
Guess that must have come out of the Woodstock days of the 60's.

Sometimes souls are thrown together to make us think. Really think.
And sometimes love grows and is forever.
That is the way I was raised anyway.
Even as an adopted child.
Even when I screwed up.

But had I ever written anything as hateful as some of their words, then I really don't think I would still be here, in one piece, writing this comment.

Love and respect and trust go hand in hand. You cannot have one without the others.

Or so my own parents taught me. And yes, it is something that I passed along to ALL of my children. Not just one or two.

XOXO
Anne

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 02:02pm (CDT)

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Some days it's good to sit back and give thanks for the good times. Some days it's good to sit back and give thanks for the bad times. Either way it's good to sit back and be thankful for God's gifts of joy.

Peace,
Khoolaid

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 02:35pm (CDT)

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Mr KhoolMan!
You are an inspiration to everyone!
I do love that thought!

XOXO
Anne

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 02:50pm (CDT)

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This, from one of my daughters...

Okay, so it won't let me post my comments... Maybe it'll work this time...

I can't say that I know exactly how you feel, for I can't imagine the pain a parent feels when her own children turn on her, but I can try to know. I do know how they made me feel and that purely hurt. There's no other way to put it.

Never feel bad for letting things off of your chest, it needs to get off or it'll weigh you down. "Better out than in!" Remember that I'll always be there for you to offer what support that I can give you!

I love you Much Much!

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 01:57pm (PDT)

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And a second comment from her as well:

 

Yay, it worked! And now for the first part:

I will comment on the blog, but first a few words to this person named xxxxxx,

Xxxxxx,
To speak without thinking is to shoot a gun without aiming. Both are equally dangerous and equally stupid.

You have not done all of the reading or you would know that these two have chosen to not only turn their back on myself and my mother a long time ago, but have also chosen to say nothing but lies and name-calling to and about both of us.

Maybe the question is NOT about a simple mistake and finding forgiveness after an apology. This is not the question for this is NO simple mistake; and because there is no apology, just name-calling and back-stabbing there can be no forgiveness.

Maybe you need to ask yourself how you would feel to have someone tell you that they love you and respect you; and with that same breath say that you are extremely selfish, psycho, a liar, irresponsible, untrustworthy, and so on. These things are said not only behind your back, but to your face after you have given ALL of yourself to them. Unless you are masochistic, I don't think you'd enjoy that.

(Just in case you don't know what that means, the definition of masochism: gratification gained from pain, deprivation, degradation, etc., inflicted or imposed on oneself, either as a result of one's own actions or the actions of others, esp. the tendency to seek this form of gratification.)

I believe that you are just as human as we are; and with that fact, you'd be just as hurt by those names and just as disappointed by these actions if you were the target.

So please do not act as though you know everything to this. Do not pretend to know all of this situation because the more you pretend to do so, the more ignorant you look.

You are right with your first words "As a total outsider looking in". You are outside of this. This has NOT happened to you. Who the hell are YOU to judge what our reactions should or should not be when you don't even know the tip of the iceberg of the actions that have been thrown at us.

"Judge not lest ye be judged."

All I'm asking is that if you are only here to throw negative thoughts and false assumptions, you are welcome to leave.

The completely false assumptions you have made are not what is written. The two daughters in question have disrespected and verbally abused both myself and our mother. They took back every good word or letter ever spoken or written to myself or my mother. Therefore, it pains Mom to read the good words because they themselves have told her point blank that those good words were all lies. Mom in no way twisted anything. They did that all by themselves.

Another false assumption is that you think that Mom hates them. No, she does not hate them. She is hurt and disappointed by them, but does not hate them. Hatred toward them wasn't ever mentioned.

By saying these false assumptions YOU are twisting everything, Mom isn't. I'm sure you also know what it means to assume instead of stating the facts. I don't blame you for assuming: how can you state the facts when you don't know what those facts are. However, I do blame you for not having a bit of empathy in your soul for another human who has been abused.

Please don't twist that last sentence to read that we want your pity. Empathy is merely the understanding of another's situation or feelings. We don't want your pity, we just would like for you to understand the pain before speaking your opinion. We also don't want your negative comments and false assumptions. If you don't like it, DON'T READ IT!

And please discontinue the disrespect you continue to give my mother. She is and always will be my mother, my foundation, and my saving grace. Don't be surprised when I defend her. I will never falter to stick up for her because she has always stuck up for what is true and right and has showed me nothing else but respect and love.

Honestly and Sincerely,
CaseyAnne

I would love to say that I sent her a copy, but she seems to cower and has closed everything on her own page. I hope she reads this here, though.

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 01:59pm (PDT)

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Sweet Face!

Whoa. Let me NOT misunderstand here...
...You are kinda upset, no?

You said, "Never feel bad for letting things off of your chest, it needs to get off or it'll weigh you down. "Better out than in!"

I think that is sage advice. And another reason WHY I blog in the first place.
(The feedback I get from The Punkster really isn't good enough to keep my hold on sanity some days)...
But don't tell her that.

I blog for sanity sake. (There I said it)!
Just mostly for the kids n all.

And NOW, Sweet Harley Chick of mine...as for your comments to Cherei.
I am glad you stood up for me.
And can only imagine what your damn heartrate must be when you get yourself all worked up.
Didn't the cardio guy tell you not to be raising your heartrate??
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Stop yer dang cussing already. (It's MY blog and I will do the cussing).
OK just kidding...

I do not hate my family.
Never have and never will.
But that should go without saying too.

Am I upset about all this bs? ~I would be less than honest if I said I wasn't.

Do I brood on it? ~Some days I do, and those are usually when I choose to mention it within my blog.

But then I can always rise off that pity pot and get on with living too.
(And I could NOT do that if my conscience was aching for any reason).
My heart hurts.
I would be less than a mother if I said differently.

I have finally gotten to the trainwreck entries and have reread them for myself.
I see nothing that warrented the comment "your hatred for your daughters" -so Casey do not worry yourself about it.

Something was simply misread somehow. And people only know what I have written anyway.

Miss Xxxxxx was not around my blog when all the doo~doo hit the fan. And does not know all the problems we had; as a family, and as individuals.

I do know this much. I am not hateful.
And I do know the difference when someone p*sses on my shoes and tries to tell me it's raining too.
And I am not afraid to tell them so.

Seems as though you might have inherited a bit of leather from yer Mama...
But Sweet CaseyFace, please spend more time with the lace.
(It's much more fun what can I say)?!?!

Again, to thank you for the staunch support. There are times I do not deserve it, and times I do. Loyalty for your own soul and persona has grown inward and upward.
And THAT is a very good thing.

God Bless you. I love you so.

Foreverlonger.

XOXO
Mama D.

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 05:07pm (CDT)

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Good afternoon Bart! You been stirring stuff up again? hehe

I think I can feel your hurt even through the computer screen. I think that I shall never understand sisters not caring enough about another sister to at least check on her. Regardless of how angry one might be with the other. To blame the sister for their anger at the mother is just nutty. (to say it nicely)

Now on to mothers and children. I believe that as parents we do the best that we can with what we have available.. I shall never believe that you did less.
Was it enough for them.. well .. apparently not..

I have another friend whos daughter did the same to her and it broke her heart. I know this woman did all she could for both daughters. This child blamed her mother for every bad thing that ever ever happened to her and included things that she felt mom should have done and didnt have the money to do. I know she did all she could for both daughters because I watched these girls as they grew up. I have held her hand as she has cried for the hatred and bad things that this child said to her.

There is no easy answer and there is no solution.

These girls will have to face some of what you have faced to understand. I hope they do come to realize that you did do the best you could.

The sad fact is.. they will face this with their children too. Because you know.. and I feel this with all my heart.

What goes around comes around 2 fold.

Wednesday April 9, 2008 - 06:00pm (CDT)

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Sweet Connie~Beep!
Me? "Stir" stuff up???
Nah...
(and the verbiage you used conjurs up this HUGE cauldron for me)!
hehehe

Your kind words have made my day!
(Even though I've only been up for an hour)...

But I know you 'get' it- Where I am coming from with these two, and all that.

To refer back to CaseyFace's comment, the empathy you have shown to my barrel of monkeys life has always put me back to where I can begin to make sense of the whole ordeal.

Perhaps because you and I have had such parallel lives; perhaps because you are such a dear friend.
But mostly it's because you are such a trusted and decent person who also has the ability to remove all the sugarcoats and get down to the basics in life.

Spades = spades.
Nothing more and nothing less.

Would that we lived closer.
(I always did hate geography)...

I feel for your friend.
My one sister, Mary and I do not get along either. But I do believe we have risen above this crap too. Should either of us be so damned sick as Casey, I KNOW that the other would be there in a heartbeat.
(And that all the little pi$$y stuff wouldn't mean a thing at that point).
But then again, we had the same upbringing too.

I marvel at, (but do not understand), how these girls of mine can be raised exactly the same way and still not be alike...

And I believe it all goes back to our souls being ever so different.
Perhaps too they are fighting it with all their hearts.
And if that's the case, then they will ultimately know/see/feel what they have done... Later on. When it DOES come back to their own family.

For now, life is comfy for them, and perhaps the need for their family is not so great.
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Aw hell, I don't know...

Love to you!

XOXO
Anne

Thursday April 10, 2008 - 04:08am (CDT)

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Am I still a bit disturbed? I do think so. But not angry either.
Just more of an "unsettled" feeling for now.

And yes, the sun has come up, and life goes on!
(Magically at times)!

Love to all!

XOXO
Anne

 

 

 

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disremember • \dis-rih-MEM-ber\ • verb
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Example sentence:
"'It was the British who did it,' I said quickly. 'I disremember the place and time....'" (E.L. Doctorow, Loon Lake)

Did you know?
English has been depending upon the word "forget" since before the 12th century, but in 1805 a new rival appeared in print -- "disremember."
A critic in 1869 called "disremember" both "obsolete" and "a low vulgarism," and later grammarians have agreed; it has been labeled "provincial and archaic."
In 1970 Harry Shaw opined that "disremember" was "an illiteracy," adding, "never use this word in standard English." (By 1975, Shaw amended his opinion to "this word is dialectal rather than illiterate.")
"Forget" is indeed a vastly more popular word, but "disremember" still turns up occasionally, often in dialectal or humorous contexts.

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Arf, S*X, and the "F" Word

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ARF!!!!
And you ALL know what THAT means... (And if you don't, please double~click on the 'written by punk' tag).
Sometimes I have LOTS of fun messing around with her computer... And mostly I get caught too.

Seems I get caught at lots of things lately. More later on this...

Life sure is getting interesting around this place. I love that it's much warmer out and that we can all go outside for a LONG time! it is so much FUN!

Her friend Kelli came over with MY friend, Mr. Miller, and we all went for a walk back to the woods. Even the little one came along. But they miss all the fun too because me and the Miller Man got to walk in the mud, and play in the snow!

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Ooh, can you believe that the snow is still this deep back there???
Wow!
er, I mean ARF of course...

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My 'she' does lots of work around here.
And while I am not sure what "Make Do" means to her, it means fun for me...

Well, at least yesterday it did...

She scraped up the yard really good, and then had to 'drag' it to get the little stones all even. Since she doesn't have a real 'drag', the little one and I took to helping her out.

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She said she needed more 'weight'...
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Between the little one and me, I guess we had that weight...

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And OH, we went really FAST too!
So much fun!!!! ('Til the catch broke anyway).

But that was "it" for me yesterday too... And then 'she' started getting so mean.
The little one had gone inside my house, and was talking into that one box thing that rings and startles me sometimes. I really don't like that box...

Me and She were still outside. She got to dig in the dirt and the snow that's left too.

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But even with all of these critter holes, she won't let ME dig!
n' that's really UNFAIR, I tell ya...

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I was hot! ~It really WAS hot for me cuz I still have my winter coat; (well most of it anyway). And all I did was go lay in the shade.

Then 'she' says I'm sassy and that she will never play with me again...

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Hey, can I help it if my shade was a little wet?

I heard her holler, "OH NO!"

Getting up, I go running to see what is wrong...

...And she calls me a BAD name!
(I'm sure it was bad; she called me a 'sassy dog')!

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So I pouted for a while... (still in the shade though)!

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And THEN she wouldn't even let me inside my own house!
She said something about 'drying~off'; and then even mumbled something about 'blowing~away' too.

See, SHE is SO MEAN!!!
And she puts a cable on my necklace and puts me out by Mama~Milly.
So that was OK; at least we can play a bit when Mama Milly isn't being mean to me and stealing my balls away.

So later came, and I'd dried off.
(But too much weight to blow away).

She brushed me really good, and all kinds of dust was blowing around. (Maybe that's what she meant)?!?
And then before I go back in, she has to wipe me down. Even between my toes? And she called me 'stinky' too.
See? MEAN!

We go inside. The little one is gone to town for a while, so it's just me and she.

She gets on this computer and cusses about 'slow' something or another. I try to comfort her and lie down by her feet.
Usually she snuggles her toes under me, and usually those toes are kinda cold too- (I don't mind warming them up). But she had her other 'paws' on yesterday- Guess they keep her toes warm too.

And suddenly I don't feel so good at all.
And I make like the little one always does- I have all these weird noises coming from my throat.
Nope. Don't feel good at all...

She drags me out from under her table.

I barf on the floor. She says what the heck? (Is that bad)?
But then she gets mad all over again cuz "she" says that I ate Mama Millys food. (How did she know anyway)?!?
I get a few little kernels of Natural Balance; the kind that has all the veggies in it- Mama Milly gets the GOOD kind, with kibbles and other junk in it. And it tastes SO much better than mine.

Anyway, while 'she' is scrubbing the floor (and muttering something about her 'dammback'), I walk to my dish and take a BIG drink of water. And I feel better.
She also said 'ya better enjoy the water because that's your supper for tonight'

I've never not had my supper before...

But, with making her scrub the floors, I even got her away from the computer!

She finishes and then goes to turn on the box that talks with pictures on it. (Says she has to watch the news)...
I don't like this box either, so I go lay on the steps in the entrance. It's cooler on those steps, and if she goes outside I am ready then.

Restless, I come back in the house, just not where she is.
I already know that when the news is over she wants to get back outside.
YAY! I can't wait!!!
(She always ignores me when that picture box is on)...

But when it was done, she came around the corner and found me standing there.

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And, she said another bad word too that I won't say here
but what followed that bad word was:
"Well for the gods sake, just how much did you eat?"

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She gets me more water. I drink it all down again.
It does make me feel better.
And then she starts scrubbing the rug after she throws all my food out in the garbage thing.

We finally get to go back outside. It's fun out there.
Mostly.

Until my "she" gets one look at Mama Millys food barrel and then says STILL ANOTHER bad word.

OK, maybe I shouldn't have ate it ALL; but it was there, just begging me to eat it! (Besides, Mama Milly had played all day long and wasn't feeling like playing again).
So, I'd just got bored and I ate while I dried out to dust.

So when we finally come inside, 'she' tells me I 'friggin' look pregnant!
("She" had me fixed, so no I ain't)! But I sure was awfully tired... And I lie down on the couch. By this time the little one is back home and they both kinda laugh at me...

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I mean, C'mon, do I really look pregnant???

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And she says I MUST go for another walk to the woods. And then she said something about waddling!
(I take it that's an insult)?
We play a bit, and wander a while. But I do not poop like she wants me to. She told me I'd better not be waking her up all night long either.

I didn't.

But I sure made a lot of doo~doo this morning!

I am still really tired. and I think I am too tired to get in the shower like she said yesterday.
She gave me breakfast, but I am still not hungry.
Maybe later...

She says I always make her worry so much on the weekends. Guess that means that I won't be going to the doctors unless I do something else silly...

Dang it. I like that guy! He always gives me a BIG treat when I go!!!

Maybe she will be in a better mood today. Maybe not too. The Little One had a really bad night again last night and so we were up a LOT. (She's been up since two)!

Oh, it's almost time to go back outside!
I can't wait!

ARF to all!

Love,
Punk!

PS
Did you ask about my title???
The "F" word is for the fifties we had yesterday...

And the S*X you ask?
That's for the SIXTIES we'll have today!

ARF!!!

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Some Things Just Bug Me.

Some Things Just Bug Me.

 

Prepare to be a bit upset... ?

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CLICK HERE for The "official" cougar boot camp
(It is the link from Chereis blog).
I apologize for not including it within my 360 blog earlier.

Good Morning...

I was all set to write a blog and to reassure you (and myself) that Spring is still in the air in Flintville...

hehehe
Do you like the bug???

 

And of course I ended up 'surfing' ...and trying to keep up a bit here too.
Honestly, how much can be written about my daughters illness on here, and still they can't find anything to help her?
WTH?
Yes, she was once again at the hospital last night... She is better today?

In my regular email was an update for Baby Mariah. As many of you already know, Mariah 3 years old, has a potine glioma, and has been fighting it for almost the past year.
Please take a minute to click here, (or on her name); and to say hello to the wonderful Klein Family.
It will cost nothing but your time.
I found this poem in her latest blog...

A Pair of Shoes
Author Unknown

I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
Uncomfortable shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some women ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don’t hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has a child with cancer.

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I can only begin to imagine these familys fears dealing with all their babies and loved ones.
Some are given such a short time, while others lives are even shorter.
How dare I complain about my own pains...

Also please offer your love and support to my friend Beth T.
Again, please click here, or on her name... Her own mama is quite ill, in the hospital, and Beth cannot be there as she would like.
Your words and kindnesses have always helped me so much that I believe you can offer her a bit of your comfort as well.

On another separate (but "p*ss me off"), topic, comes a blog from Cherei. Her blog has to do with 'cougars' -of the pedophile variety- and the like.
Are we allowing ourselves to become so removed from reality that this is becoming the norm?!?

http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/sex/the-quot-official-quot-cougar-boot-camp-154103

Because God knows it is NOT acceptable no matter HOW we try to complicate it.
Allow me to simplify it for you, for myself and for all parents and grandparents...
Wrong is wrong. (How's that for the simplified version)?

Having raised 4 daughters, and having 2 of them sexually assaulted while they were still minors, I cannot begin to tell you how sick this all is.

So please take a few moments of your own time and visit these people and to let them know you were there too.

And then go have yourselves a "Wunnaful" Weekend!

Love to all.

XOXO,
Anne

 

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Spring in Flintville,

Enjoy!

Busy Busy!

Busy Busy!

What do you want?!?!
Can you not see that I am BUSY!?!?!
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Good Morning Everyone!
There are days that I can sit here and read my news stories, follow links and completely lose track of the time.
Today has been one of those days... And so my own time is limited now. My apologies if I haven't gotten to your place...

I am still getting the ice/water out of the old garage, and so I had a pretty busy day yesterday- Happy that all the important things were covered for the winter- The water will not damage anything, except my spirits.

Casey drove to town to pick up Berta and Gabriel. Barely out of the car a minute or two- (Hugs all around first), and he was raring to go for a ride.

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C'Mon Grandma, Hurry!

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After throwing an old blanket in the wagon, they were BOTH ready to go!

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Can't have the 'kids' getting slivers in their bums...

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And after a few lazy turns up front, Roberta joined us and we went back to the woods.
Tough getting back there, and am glad I have the chains still on the tires... The path is quite wet yet- Muddy too; and we sank in a few spots. But didn't get stuck. (Just a whole lot of mud kicked up by the tires, and deposited on the back fenders of the Cub).
Funny to see everyone ducking though.

The snow back by the woods is still deep. We watched as Punk got 'stuck' a few times, and once even went @ss over teakettles...

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Master Gabriel decided that looked like fun, and wanted to check it out himself.

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Had he gone 10' back toward the woods we would not have found him 'til it all melted.

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And then back up to the house...
Trying not to fall in any holes, Master decided it was great to have his own tractor.

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And the holes you ask???
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These two shots are indicative of my entire yard!
(Think lots and LOTS of target practice)!
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But it IS WAR when they get into my old flower beds...

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I want to "bomb" them, like I did some other varmints a few years back...

...Little fookerz...

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So many birds are back now- Highs to be in the 50's so I can get my windows open and shut off the heat for a while.
So great to be hearing them all once more, (I almost had disremembered what they sounded like)...

I'd better close for now.
I hope you all have a great day!
Get outside and enjoy the sunshine!

Love to all.

XOXO,
Me

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