Barrel Rolls and Muddy Paws

Barrel Rolls and Muddy Paws

I have one lonely lilac bush left.
But am ever SO happy that this one has lived!

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Good Morning All;
A busy day yesterday for almost everyone... (I mostly just watched)!
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But yes, my back is being very belligerent and uncooperative today.
Must have done a little more yesterday than I did the day before...

Randy came to help "find" the lawns ~and to trim a few trees too...
All I had to do was point to those branches!
(And yes, that's about the ONLY perk to this back of mine)...

The pear tree, ready to split, topple and die, needed much trimming. But I want to preserve a lot of ot too, until the young tree that came up next to it starts to produce.

First you climb the tree and start to saw...

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Then you saw from another angle...
or risk leaving too much of your DNA on the tree...

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Almost all the way through ~and the branch still won't budge.

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What would YOU do ???

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How about a couple of karate chops???

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Careful now.

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Don't laugh...

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It worked!!!
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After realizing the my old burn barrel was stuffed to the brim, I had to get the replacement one out...
(OK, OK, so Randy dug it out of the shed, and Casey rolled it down the hill).

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Dogs?
NO help there...
Like me, they just watched!

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Methinks she was having way too much fun!!!

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Done with the barrel, she became "SPEARCHUCKER"!!!!

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Now that's a nasty game of "Fetch"
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But NO problem for The Punkmeister either!
(Yes, her paw/leg/shoulder is much better)...

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But not even a great tug~of~war,
~nor fetch,
~nor playing with her ball
~nor wrestling with Mama Milly, etc
was enough for her...

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Or maybe she was just overheated???

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She found the big puddle while we were busy elsewhere.

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And was MORE than pleased with herself...

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Darn good thing I have the hose hooked up already...
(And a bit of Dawn detergent too)...

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Casey does keep reminding her that she is NOT a Black Lab!
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Time for me to fly.
I have taken my Xanax and am going to try to get to the store by myself.
(I got away with making a pot of soup yesterday, but am setting my sights for a bit of lasagna today).
Mmm!

I hope you all have a 'wunnaful' Sunday!

Love to all!

XOXO,
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y!360, Sunday April 20, 2008 - 07:18am (CDT) 25

Lazy Me. ~Corncribs and Rats...

Lazy Me. ~Corncribs and Rats...

This teeny tiny pizzaburger at Planeview Restaurant in Oshkosh was almost $7.00-
An extra .49 for the fried onions I'd asked for too...
And I think it is still sitting hard in my tummy...

Good Afternoon All;
My apologies for being near to invisible lately. Between the computer (and its dragbutt persona), and my silly inability to find a comfortable position; it is proving a bit hard to stay focused.

How about that earthquake? The New Madrid Fault is generally so inactive for so long that we have a tendency to forget that it is even there.
Did I feel it?
No.
But I do believe that this is what woke my dogs.
Punk, asleep on the couch, awoke with a start ...and began to growl.
A few seconds later, I heard Mama Milly bark a bit too.
Quickly then, Punkin found herself comfortably insinuated down by my feet. Snuggled down for the count.
I figured there might have been a thunderstorm somewhere; not giving it another thought, until the news came across my homepage.
I am happy that we were nowhere south of here when it happened.

A picture of Casey and Punk when we arrived in Milwaukee...
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Both are pretty much tuckered out...

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On the way down...

to have traffic come to a standstill near the Slinger exit

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A straight truck flipped, twisted...

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The front end almost nonexistent anymore.
There were probably about 10 firetrucks too.

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I tried to watch the Milwaukee news then on Tuesday night. But saw nothing on there about it.
The photos do not do it justice either. I would be amazed to hear that the driver lived through it too. Miracles do happen everyday though.
It was windy... Perhaps he was caught in those high winds.
Perhaps he was cut off.
Whatever the reason, I am thinking that there is one person who went to work that morning that didn't make it home at night.
The kind of accident you come upon that makes you say a prayer for the family too.

Uncomfortable as it was to drive with my back, I saw a scene that reminded me of "home" too.
As most of you know, I bought the homeplace from Mama's estate when she passed. And even though it is my home now, back then it took on a different feel of "home".

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Two old corncribs...

The one on the right the oldest- wood.

The one on the left, metal, concrete base, with aerating, drying core....

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Back when, we had both types of corn cribs too. Just not at the same time.
We also had a part collie, part golden, and mostly lover of a dog, name of Teddy.
(Actually his full name was Theodore Scotland Octavian Murphy)...
Teddy was our protector.
Teddy was our herder.
Teddy was even kind to the cats too.
All that, and he didn't chase cars or dig up mama's flowers either!
We had gotten him from the pound. ... $5.00 in those days.

Back to the corn crib(s)...

One year Pa had taken down the wooden bracketed corn crib.
Not being able to burn it as it stood, (too close to the old garage), it had to be moved before being torched.
In order to move it, he had simply attached it by chain to the old Oliver tractor we had, and let the clutch out. The rickety old crib groaned a bit and left its concrete block base.
Pulling it off its base, there were literally 100's of displaced rats!
They ran everywhere! Mostly towards the woods, and their water supply in the river...

Teddy thought his job for the day was to catch every one of these monsters.
Overwhelmed at first, he began to grab them.
The first few, ("beginners luck" I believe), he simply caught in his teeth, crunched their backs and dropped.
About the third one he bit wrong, grabbing it by its rear end. This rat turned on him, swiftly removing a chunk of his nose. Until the day he died, Teddy was missing this aspirin~sized piece of his nose.
After that single yelp~and~release, he grabbed those vermin by their heads. A few swift tosses of his neck, then to drop them and let them die where they fell. This scene went on and on as those rats made tracks straight back to the woods... (Not a short race when your legs are so short)!
...But a scene that I haven't forgotten either.

About a week later, our new corncrib had arrived. Daddy had already poured the cement foundation. Pa, Bob Hamilton, and Pepper Martin put it up.
By using the front end bucket on the old WD Allis Chalmers (and the grain elevator) for height, slowly but surely we had our new corn crib. It was the last one we ever had too. Daddy retired while I was a junior in high school.

So enough of memory lane for today.

I have a bezillion and 40 things that need to be done. (And with my fractured back these things are NOT getting done any time soon either).

BethieBaby sent me a quote from Erma Bombeck this morning. I believe I shall have to LIVE by this creed for now:

" My theory on housework is, if the item doesn't multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you? "

Great thought right?
(Rest in peace Sweet Erma... You are still very much missed)!

And with that, I believe it is high time for me to get in the shower and try to find something that is easy(er) on my back than sitting, or standing, or laying down, or breathing...

Love to all!

XOXO,
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y!360, Friday April 18, 2008 - 01:11pm (CDT) 3

The Turkeys Are Back!

The Turkeys Are Back!

And we ALL know people that would fit that description...
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Good Morning All...
The picture above, taken from the backyard, of the turkeys that have somehow eluded us all winter long. I really don't know where they have been. And I am even not that thrilled to see them because they play havoc with my garden.
But then again, with my st00pid back, I don't believe I will even have a garden this year.

Back to the turkeys of our world...
Casey's EUS revealed NOTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY?
I am so upset, as she is also. And I know too that the EUS (endoscopic ultrasound) is more of a device to diagnose cancer, so we should be very happy about that.
It just means that whatever is triggering her pancreas to virtually digest itself is still an "unknown" factor. And that is MORE than frustrating to say the very least.
As you well know she has lost her last job, and another, while missing work for her hospitalizations.
She has even lost her ability to attend college, as UWGB has told her that unless she can guarantee a semester of attendance with NO hospitalizations that she gets NO financial aid.
CLICK HERE FOR THAT bs STORY. (And then please send an attorney)...

If it's not one thing it's another for her.
To write her emotional pain off as simple frustration is not enough either. It really goes way past her feelings being hurt.
And her college education was always so important to her. From the time she was 4, she has wanted to be a veterinarian. My other kids had no such goals. They did have few little shots of "I wish I could" things, but they never did materialize. Or they quit before they finished.

Life.

Speaking of frustration, (forgive me here, I simply cannot resist)....

Punk has had a little limp going on for the past week. Nothing really bad as she still gets around, plays etc...
After checking her out, paws to shoulder, and finding nothing that even made her wince, we thought it might be that her paws get so chapped. We put liniment on them and covered them so it had a chance to soak in.

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(I don't think she was too impressed by our natural brilliance)...

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And it didn't work either. Am thinking that maybe it could be a pulled muscle or something to do with her shoulder now. Again, she favors it, but it is not truly debilitating. i will bring her in if it is still the same way on Monday.

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A bit more "frustration" to see.
But this time it's the cat...
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After Punks 'socks' had come off,
what better to do than to tease Mr Sputnik?

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First, Sputty had to assess the situation...

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Then he had a dickens of a time to unwind it all...

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hehehe!
We laughed SO hard!!!

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But I do believe the last laugh was on us too.

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Bravely close to the camera that had kept going off, I got such a look from him.

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His "MEOW" must have meant "so there!"
I don't think he was amused either!

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On the "outside" front, I am very happy to report that my baby pussywillow bush has also made it through winter!

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If you look closely at the middle of the top quarter,
you will see a newborn pussywillow.

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When we lived on Jaworski Road, I had planted three bushes. One in white. One in pink, and one in black. I was so happy that they had all lived too! Oh so pretty in springtime!

As you all know, I was raised on a dairy farm.
When we were younger we had fresh milk, cheese and butter.
(If we wanted to be churning it in a bottle anyway).
... And so we generally 'store bought' our butter.
But the milk came in every other day or so straight from the bulk tank.
Mom would pasteurize it herself.

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Having bought an old home pasteurizer, we used it always.
And it probably STILL works...

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I have just read a story of the number of people around here that are in search of the real thing, being FRESH milk from good cows.
And it doesn't surprise me; (only that it took then so long to realize what is best for them).
After Pa retired and sold the cows, we still got our milk from a farmer down the road. And after he passed was the 1st time in my life that I can recall buying milk. And no, it didn't even come close to tasting the same!

Now, in one of my groups on 360, I see a lady that wants free range eggs. There was a time, not so very long ago, that free range is all we ever had. My Aunt Lu and Uncle Clem had chickens, and we would get eggs from them.
I did not respond to that ladys request though. My friend Brandy has chickens, but I don't think she is even able to keep up with the orders she now has for those eggs.
Who knew all this would come around again??? (And yes, IT'S ABOUT TIME)!

I'd better close. It is to be near to 70 today, so no time to lollygaggle and waste.

I hope you are all having a 'wunnaful' Wednesday!

Love to all.

XOXO
Anne

 

Originally posted at my Y! 360, Wednesday April 16, 2008 - 08:20am (CDT)

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?
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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.
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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???
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("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)!
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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??
???

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.
.
.
.

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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