Anna~Anna
"Flintville Annie"
© 2006-2015
News. Thanks. Thoughts. And still no news.
Good Afternoon;
I have had the TV on in the background all day long- On the Animal channel-
They have had a few shows about the Animal Cops.
I have been asked *how* I can watch- which I really don't- But when I am in the room, I do look at the abuse that these animals have suffered at our hands.
This, and children being abused, have to be the worst of any imaginable sins...
What occurs to me is that, sad and revolting as these animals are to see, and to know that it happens; it is FAR WORSE that basically the same thing happens to our children.
They are as defenseless as these animals; fully dependent on others to care for them and to love them; and not to harm them.
I believe America needs those shows- about her own children. (And more, about our unsung American heroes that try to change this, bit by tiny bit).
Keep our dollars on American soil.
Feed our babies. Care for them always.
Do not fall for the sadness on your screen, or in your magazines that show children starving, dying in other countries. Yes, it is sad, and it is tragic- So are your neighbors.
We absolutely need to care for our own FIRST.
Walk down your block, around the corner...
Listen closely to what you hear-
Why is that child crying? Is it the same from day to day? Call your local police/sheriff departments, or contact your county social services...
DO something to help! (You will never forgive yourself if/when something ungodly happens.
And yes, do the same for the animal that you see/hear being mistreated, please.
OK. Rant done.
Let's see...
Along with my camera (which passed away several weeks ago), my desktop also seems to have perished... Unless Mr. Greg wishes to do an autopsy on the damn thing, I will probably have to have a service for it as I bury it in the backyard.
Perhaps I should bury the camera and the HP together? hehehe
Thank God for my laptop! Took a while to fire up, but is doing well enough for me. Crap, a TV, a desktop, or a huge enough laptop to cover my many pictures, and a new camera too.
What the heck is going on? (I am waiting for light bulbs to flicker as I pass by). hehehe
No news on the surgery front. Casey is at the doctors office as I type, and will be coming out here shortly after. I hope he can help. (Rumor has it that he HAS been a great influence to the Contract health dept, AND with contacting the surgeon; each doctor agreeing that to make this wait 'til October is still playing that damnable roulette game)...
Happy that we have doctors that can and will fight for their patients.
I received my new brace yesterday. Initially I loved it.
Today I do not share that sentiment.
The brace is too short to help my lower back, no matter how it is adjusted. I need a longer one. My back, neck to coccyx, measures 25", the brace barely covers 17" of that.
Not even close.
For my middle back and my upper back it is a great fit and to have it nice and snug. But I had to take it off to sleep too. Not a good thing because then I want to stretch out and roll, (something that must be done very carefully)- My brace is to maintain that while I sleep... This one surely doesn't.
The PM office called me right back yesterday morning, emphasizing that a red 'reaction' can occur after any shots, or cement procedure. She wanted me to have it checked, close up, before making an appointment to come in.
Casey checked it while I was getting the new brace. No streaks of any red, so probably not an infection. Casey said it might be a reaction to having my old brace so ill~fitting, and rubbing on an area where I have a bad disk, or maybe a bone spur...
Time will tell. I do not have a fever so am guessing it is nothing to worry about.
I will have Casey recheck it again today when she gets here.
I'd better close. I had cut two fingers open on Sunday morning helping Jim work on the lawnmower deck. They need to be soaked good, so I shall try to get my dishes done. Adding a bit of bleach because they have been undone for a few days. The hot water will pull out any infection there, and the bleach will ensure my fingers are not infected.
All this possible infection!!! Ick! Makes me want to go take a bottle of antibiotics. hehehe
But I do heal fast enough no matter what, so all will be well.
As I hope it is with all of you.
XOXO
Me
With a Little Help from my Friends
Good Morning Everyone!
Lots of 'stuff' going on today; this, in addition to having had a very, very, busy weekend. (And a very happy one)!
First of all, my heartfelt thanks to my friends, and to Casey too, (not only my daughter, but a very special friend- a rare and special combination). These people that I love who made it possible for me to have my bedroom downstairs!
YAY!!! -No more sleeping on the couch! I would do a little dance, but... no can do. hehehe
But what a job!
Lynn came out to help me clean out my "junk" room. This is where I have many of my eBay things stored, waiting to be put up for auction. These all had/have to find new homes/space for me to have access to them.
(We didn't even touch the surface of the smaller walk-in closet either).
As I look in my living room now, there are 6 boxes that need sorting; most to recycle, some to file, some to save, and of course, some to the trash.
Casey and Greg came out too- around 4, and got my old bedroom set down to put in that room.
That room is darn beautiful if I do say so myself. The same room that for 3 times in its existence has been called "Grandma's Room". The circle completed now, for my generation too.
And ALL with heartfelt thanks to these 3 very special, helpful, family and friends of mine!
Now, also add one more friend, ("Jim"- of snowplowing fame). In the past few days here, he has put many hours of his time to fixing up my Cub Cadet to be good as new. (As for me, I $pent lotsa dollars that I didn't even know I had). hehehe
My little tractor is now ready to tackle my lawns--- Well, just as soon as I can be ready to do it too.
In the future, I may be needing to replace the double pulley on the mowing deck. Not just the bearings mind you, but the whole dang pulley system.
Crap. I did this thrice already in my life... Not fun- Plus it has a tendency to rob me of DNA. hehehe
I believe that Jim will do that when/if I live long enough to buy the system. This is quite probably why the front end keeps throwing the drive belt. (I bought the 2nd new belt for this one, this year).
Enter Nate, (who I once worked with at Pulaski-Chase Cooperative). He is now employed over at the other hardware store, and is keeping a special eye out for anything (parts wise) I might need later on. Thank God for Nate too!
This morning, I have an appointment @ 10:00 for a brand spankin' new brace.
(Double~YAY)!!!
But, (and there is ALWAYS that damned "but" isn't there)?!?
Throughout the weekend, I have been having some sharp pains in my back where I had my 6 injections last Thursday.
Waking this morning, I think I will also need to go back in to the doctor who performed that surgery. I woke with awful (and a very "odd" -yet quite severe) pain in my back; very near to where I had received those shots.
Trying to see it close up in a mirror is almost impossible, even using two mirrors.
But I do believe that the red/maroon dot, (approximately the size of a dime), directly over my spine, (PLUS the 'rashy~looking' area around it), might probably suggest an internal infection of sorts.
Wish me luck. I will call my surgeon around 8 or so this morning when his office opens...
But geez, I hope the only appointment they have for me is not at 10:00. (Still, by now, most of you have figured out how my luck goes).
hehehe
I'd better close and try to stand under a hot shower for my back for a while. When I am done in there it will be time to call Dr. Mario's office- Just in time to be behind the barrage of phone calls that any office receives on a Monday...
Wow. What a weekend, indeed!
Hope yours was as fun as mine! I hope too that you were able to spend time with family and friends, the very special kind that aren't afraid to offer, to show up, to sweat, and to pitch in.
OH! It is always so nice to have friendly voices around! (No offense to my Little Miss Punk).
hehehe
Love to all.
XOXO
Me
PS
As a side note, for those who read and replied, we still know nothing further of Casey's impending surgery.
Perhaps I must go roll a few heads in the insurance, and the contract health department...
Definition please... I must run and do a few errands- (As if I could 'run' to save my twisted soul or anyone elses). I need parts for my rider that blew up on me the other evening... Smoke everywhere!!! But in the meantime, would y'all, {pretty please}, define what your own definition of a "lurker" is? For instance, how many times does one have to visit a page ,blog, entry, etc., to be considered a lurker? Why? It is "curiouser and curiouser" I am... Have fun! XOXO, Me ;-)
Cans stuck- Cane broke. "hehehe"
Good Morning All;
Been a while again, I know...
Nice picture, eh? But of course there is a story to it!
Getting ready to shower the other morning, I needed no more caffeine after opening the shower curtain. The guy on the right -->>>> was jumping across my tub as I reached to turn the water on.
Commence mouth and engage vocal sounds...
Took a while to regulate my breathing - even after Punk came running at my squeal and killed it for me.
But yes, I did get showered, finally.
Spiders, me no likey.
And no, that picture is not the one I had- He was flushed just as soon as I could bear to grab him through the paper towel. I found that picture on a Google search...
I was quite proud of myself yesterday. I didn't whine or beg or complain, but I did get my own trash and recycle dumpsters down the driveway all by myself. I also brought them back up last night; empty of course. It wasn't easy, and I am quite proud of myself.
I haven't mowed my lawn in a long time. ("Ah can't do it, Cap'n, Ah juss can't do it.")
I even tried again yesterday. One little swipe around the yard when, of a sudden, the Cub Cadet began smoking. (Perhaps it is at that age). hehehe
At any rate, I scurried my a$$ off that mower after shutting off both the blades, and the mower.
(Well hey, as much as I can "scurry" anyway).
After this mowing fiasco, I sprayed Raid on all my window sills, and screens. (Now my windows have to be cleaned too)! Hope I have enough vinegar.
I had called Sam, he will come mow for me with the big tractor. Then I called Jim, he will look at my abandoned mower - probably on Sunday. (It is in the backyard, out by the plum tree. I will leave it right there too).
Maybe I have tried enough. Maybe not. (I think I did). There were a few times that my back refused to allow me to even get on the darn rider- A few other times that I could barely move at all to even get outside. So naturally THOSE days are out.
I had wanted to get this all done before my Dr. appointment today. I go in again for 6 more shots to my back.
Casey will be taking me, she is yet sleeping upstairs.
Punk will be having a bath while we are in town. She is still sleeping too, (probably hoping that she never has to have a bath anywhere but here). But she is too big now to have her in the shower with me. Or perhaps I am too scared to even try any more; I'd probably break something else.
Punk went in last week for her annual shots, and her annual checkup too. Again, her "glands" had to be cleared out. Suffice to say she was not pleased. hehehe
She enters the vets office with all pomp and silliness. Gets weighed. Then waits ever so patiently. Once she spots Dr. Spires, that happy and well-behaved demeanor completely disappears, and she (tries most desperately to) head for the door.
At least she has finally learned not to try to "hide" under the chairs. (For some reason this position always left her even more vulnerable to his gloved hand)! hehehe
I had to go to the store the other day- Groceries and all. I use the little electric carts to get around, but have my cane with to make sure I can stand to reach stuff on the top shelf if need be.
So... I get to the canned soups section. I love the Chunky Clam Chowder, and it's too cheap to make me want to make my own little batch. The cans are in roller shelving, instead of sitting right on the flat shelf. The Clam chowder cans were stuck. I used my cane to stick in the roller thing to free the stuck can. I tried to pull my cane out, and I almost didn't get it back out. The damn self feed shelving had eaten my cane. When I finally got it out, it was bent a bit, and minus the tip!!! I shall try to replace it today.
I sheepishly told the lady at the help counter. She laughed too.
Heck, those cans are probably STILL stuck! hehehe
I'd better close, fold my clothes; and get my backside in the shower.
Love to all.
XOXO
Me
Super Congress. (We'll take soup).
http://act.rootsaction.org/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=4586&track=o98email
"Kangaroo Congress" is right...
Read on.
XOXO, Me
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This came to me in my email.
When I saw the subject line "Super Congress. (We'll take soup)" I damn near fell outta my chair!
Too funny!!!!
hehehe
Facts for my Teacher Friends, From Wisconsin
For everyone who sent the original email to me, read this and weep...
A baker’s dozen lies in the “Walker was right” viral email
If you have any wingnut relatives, friends or co-workers, you’ve probably received an email containing the Washington Examiner post below. The post asserts that Wisconsin’s Gov.Scott Walker’s attack on teacher’s unions have been proven correct by the wonderful results.I sense you’re thinking “bull excrement.” Such a thought is spot on.
The post is not long, so the lies are densely packed. I’ll unpack them for you.
First, here’s the manure pile:
Remember the violent and disgusting demonstrations over Wisconsin Gov. Scott Walker doing away with the collective bargaining for teacher’s unions? The results are in. Some school districts went from a $400,000 deficit to a $1,500,000 surplus as a result. Why? It seems that the insurance company that provided all the “so-called” benefits to the teachers, was an insurance company owned and operated by the teacher’s union. Since they were guaranteed to get the insurance business from the teachers and the State had to pay for it, and not the teachers, they were increasing the annual costs every single year to become the most expensive insurance company in the state. Then the insurance company was donating millions and millions of dollars to their favorite democrat politicians, who when they got elected, guaranteed to keep funding the unions outrageous costs. In other words, the insurance company was a “pass through” for Wisconsin taxpayer money directly to the democrat politicians. Nice racket, and this is the racket that is going on in every single State that allows collective bargaining. No wonder the States are taking it away. Now that the State of Wisconsin is free to put the insurance contract out for bid, and lo and behold, they have saved so much money it has turned deficits into surplus amounts. As a result, none of the teachers had to be laid off, everyone got a raise, etc., etc., and the taxpayers of Wisconsin don’t have to pay more taxes to fund the union’s political ambitions. If you weren’t aware of the reasons why Gov. Walker was fighting to take away collective bargaining, it gives you an idea of the problem the Republican Party has. Outside of one or two, none of them know how to speak up and explain properly what the problem was. We could sure use a Ronald Reagan now, someone who could explain things for people to understand, since we know that people don’t like to read anymore.
My my, where shall we begin?
Let’s start with the lie that is the heart of the matter: that schools are saving millions thanks to Walker’s union busting.
First, busting the unions — that is, killing collective bargaining — was unnecessary if what Walker wanted to do was change the way some teachers bought health insurance.
Second, I said “some teachers” because at the start of this year, WEA Trust, the 40-year-old not-for-profit organization that’s made out to be the villain here, insured only 35% of Wisconsin’s teachers. Gee whiz, you’d think they’d need a much larger market share than that to be a monopolistic monster destroying the state budget.
Third, it was not the union busting or the change of an insurance plan that saved money for the Kaukauna school district, the one the Examiner used as its example to “prove” Walker correct, but a host of other cuts.
Kaukauna, like all school districts in the state, will recognize cost savings as a result of the budget bill’s requirement of employees to pay an increased portion of their insurance coverage and pensions (something to which the unions had readily and repeatedly agreed), but according to Kaukauna’s 2011-2012 operating budget, the greatest portion of its deep cuts has little to do with the provisions in the budget bill and, sadly, will have a direct and negative effect in the classroom. (Update: Here’s the district’s own document spelling out the cuts. They start about page 14.)
Kaukauna’s greatest cost “saving” — $1.5 million — is from taking away the jobs of 61 employees. Another chunk — almost $307,000 — came from a drastic modification of the kindergarten program for 4-year-olds. Other cuts: $275,445 from buildings and grounds maintenance; $248,064 from IT; $180,000 from student transportation; $127,500 from “other district operations”; and $95,121 from reconfiguring the administrative assistance. That’s more than $2.7 million in cuts for the district with nary a word about the employee benefit package provided by the WEA Trust. Note that the $2.7 million in cuts is considerably more than the $1.9 million turn around celebrated — and falsely attributed to insurance cuts for teachers — by the Examiner.
Fourth, when the Examiner says the insurance company, WEA Trust, is “owned and operated by the teachers’ union,” WEAC, the Examiner is lying. They are separate legal entities. The WEA Trust is a not-for-profit insurance company regulated by the Wisconsin Office of the Commissioner of Insurance. I verified this with Wisconsin’s Office of the Commissioner of Insurance; I wonder why the writer in the Examiner did not. No, I don’t wonder — I know: The writer wanted to give you false information to fool you into buying his political lies.
Fifth, when the Examiner writes the WEA Trust was “guaranteed to get the insurance business from the teachers,” the Examiner lies. As noted earlier, WEA Trust covered only 35% of the state’s teachers, not the 100% it would have were it “guaranteed to get the insurance business from the teachers.” With collective bargaining intact, school districts bargained their benefits with the union at the local level. The insurance carrier had to be agreed upon by both the district and the union at the bargaining table. WEA wins and loses business all the time, as do its competitors.
Sixth, when the Examiner writes “the insurance company was donating millions and millions of dollars to their favorite democrat politicians,” the Examiner both lies and shows it doesn’t know basic grammar, something you’d expect from news outlet.
“Democrat” is a noun and cannot be used to modify the word “politician” (or any other word). The adjective the writer should have used is “Democratic.” But the Right has been using this juvenile attempt to slight the party to the Left for years, and the Examiner is merely marching along in lock step.
More importantly, the insurance company has never donated a single thin dime to any politician or any political party. I verified this through the online database at the Wisconsin Democracy Campaign, an organization that tracks who gives money to which politician and in what amount.
By the way, the teachers’ union, WEAC — not the insurance company, WEA Trust — has given tens of thousands of dollars in contributions to dozens of Republican candidates. Something the Examiner wishes you not to know.
Seventh, when the Examiner writes ”the insurance company was a ‘pass through’ for Wisconsin taxpayer money directly to the democrat politicians,” it repeats the error of grammar and creates another lie. WEA Trust does not funnel — “pass through” — money into WEAC to be used for political contributions, because that would violate state and federal laws and would easily be detected by the regular audits to which it is subjected via the regulations of the Wisconsin office of Insurance Commissioner.
Eighth, when the Examiner writes “Now that the State of Wisconsin is free to put the insurance contract out for bid…” it is lying by implication. As noted earlier, WEA Trust covered only 35% or our teachers — meaning about two thirds (that’s most) teachers got their insurance elsewhere. How would that happen if there was no competition for these contracts?
Ninth, when the Examiner writes “the State had to pay for it (the benefits package), and not the teachers,” it is lying. The benefits package is part of the teacher’s compensation package — that is, part of their pay for the vital work they perform. The money could go directly into their individual pockets, or they could pool their resources to be smart buyers (which is what they did through their union), but either way, it’s the teachers’ money.
Tenth, this — “none of the teachers had to be laid off (and) everyone got a raise” — is a lie. Nearly 500 teachers were laid off at once, and that was just in Milwaukee. There have been extensive layoffs in districts all around the state, in addition to a flood of retirements and positions that are not being filled. Every teacher in the state has also taken a pay cut as a result of the mandated increase insurance and pension contributions — in addition to salary freezes in most districts.
Eleventh, this — “As a result…. the taxpayers of Wisconsin don’t have to pay more taxes to fund the union’s political ambitions.” — is a lie by implication. It implies that prior to Walker’s union busting, tax payer money was funding teacher union political contributions, which we already know is completely false.
Twelfth, the implication that the teacher’s union (not the insurance company) is giving “millions and millions” in contributions to “favorite” political candidates is false. A lie. The database at the Wisconsin Democracy Campaign shows that over the past decade the teacher’s union — WEAC, not the insurance WEA Trust — has given just $698,748 to candidates. That’s a bit over $69,000 a year. That’s not a lot in political spending terms, especially spread over 10 yaers. What’s more, they made 589 contributions, which means a hell of a lot more than a few “favorites” received contributions. It also means the average contribution was under $1,200. In political terms, that’s peanuts.
Finally, when the Examiner writes that Wisconsin protests were “ violent and disgusting,” it lies in
Both occurred during the Wisconsin Network for Peace and Justice-sponsored Solidarity Sing Along, and both were perpetrated by Capitol insiders: one by a former Republican state senator and one by a middle manager in the Walker Administration.
Walker’s guy appears to have bloodied himself while stabbing a protester’s balloon and then roughing her up (when we outlaw balloons, only outlaws will have balloons?). We also had Gov. Walker fantasizing about violent acts against Democrats and considering instigating violence against the protesters.
Perhaps the Examiner is merely following the example of Fox News when it lied — repeatedly — to cast the protesters as violent, rude “thugs.” So desperate was Fox that it comically tried to a pass off as being from Wisconsin in March a video of a scuffle that had palm trees in the background!
Whatever the reason behind the Examiner‘s impressive pile of bull, there is no justification for it, no truth in it, and everyone involved in producing it has earned our disdain.
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Hi All;
This article is posted in reply to an email I received. A very bad email, FULL OF LIES.
It is posted to set the record straight.
I have too many friends in the Teaching Profession to let that bull~crap email go viral. (Not from MY computer).
XOXO
Me
PLEASE FEEL FREE TO PASS THIS ON.
Wisconsin's Upcoming Recall Elections
Good morning All;I need a bit of a favor... Pretty please?
Out of curiosity, if you would look in your local papers, under the politics section, I am very curious to know what other places/towns/people might be saying about Wisconsin's recall elections? (And most especially in the comments sections of said articles).
Links are fine, but it will take me a while to get through them all (damned dial~up).
Quotes, with links- even better.
I have a pain appointment this morning, then maybe i will be OK to mow a bit of the lawns around here.
At any rate, I'll be back!
hehehe
Have a 'wunnaful' Thursday!
XOXO
Me
Where's God While these things are happening?
Good Morning Everyone.
I have two questions today, bound to be upsetting to some of you... But that is not my intent.
I am sure that most of you have heard/read the stories online about the little girl in Arizona who died after being locked in box.
The same little girl also was reported to have endured the abuse while her family lived in Utah.
They moved from Utah to escape possible child abuse charges. The school had caught on. (Sadly, the system never caught up).
These stories make me ill inside.
- How many times over have we read these stories?
- How many times more?
- What will it take?
As are my questions...
- Where is God (or whatever your religion calls him), while all these horrible things happen?
- How in the world can anything like this be reduced to "Gods Will" ?
Please click the links and read...
XOXO
Anne
PREJUDICE AND CRUELTY ARE UNWELCOME.
Our Casey~Face{Some} Old White Men REALLY SUCK. (It's a rant).
Good Morning All;
I am back inside; after trying to mow a bit. I did. Then threw the belt... It is WAAAAY too bloody hot to try to put it back on right now, so I shall wait a bit and take advantage of my very premature 'break' as it is...
hehehe
I am actually beginning to feel overheated already! Go figure...
Hope all is well with everyone else.
We had quite a 'trying' week here. Both for Casey and myself.
On Monday Casey had an appointment at the clinic for 7AM, and has some infection in her teeth. The dentist (because of her history) sent her off to another dental dentist/surgeon. This 1st dentist not even prescribing an antibiotic, even though he was repeatedly told she has no spleen. WTF?
So she calls this referral; the other dentist.
Understandably, he won't prescribe without seeing her first- and had an available appointment for her on the 29th. Whew.
Oh, but wait!!!!
We had misheard.
It was the 29th, (of August)!!!
Not even close enough; nope, not by a long shot. She had even informed the staff there about her absent spleen. They cared not one whit about that. -
Now, please keep in mind that Casey and I watched Randy have a stroke in front of us, and due to the fact that he hadn't sought treatment for an infected tooth!!!! The infection traveling to his heart, setting in on his mitral valve. He was fine until a little piece of infection/vegetation had broken off and settled in his brain. It was an awful morning here as we waited for the rescue squad and the cops to get here. Grrr...
But I digress...
So Casey ended up calling her GP- At least HE prescribed her something, sight unseen- and who probably also had a few words with that first dentist. (They are in the same building).
* If you read my "note" from Friday, then you know that Casey still ended up at the hospital...
But, back to Monday.
I also had a pain management appointment at 10:30AM. Casey came with and even came in with me.
We left there about 11:30. Which meant that we had time to pick up a few groceries at the local pantry.
Coming out of there, we saw an old man, raising his cane to a young girl- About 20 years old. She had her brother with her as he was to babysit for her while she went to an interview. (And we all know that when one has an interview, it is of the highest priority in this day and age)!
Background info: They have a driveway at the pantry that would fit at least 2½ semi/rigs through it at the same time. (They are only open 2 hours/day).
For their customers, they have parking on the road only- And in a shared parking lot kitty~corner across the street. (And only one handicapped parking spot off the road close to their door, and where we were parked); although there are 2 more spots further away from the building. This young girl had pulled up to stop just short of the yellow line painted on the curb. This took up maybe 2 or 3 feet past where their driveway begins... She had a bitty car.
This girl, young and just a beautiful Mexican/white, or Mulatto perhaps, along with her brother, were putting their groceries in their car, when this old fart starts swearing at her to move her "GD fu*K*%g car" this minute, raising his cane and threatening her.
Aside from those threats, he'd also had many racial slurs to toss her way.
She pulled the car forward to appease him, and by then was into the yellow curb by the same driveway.
THEN, he did it all over again because he claimed she was in the handicapped spot.
She was not! I was.
Casey had pretty much immediately called Randy who was on duty by then. He had her call Green Bay, as he works for the county, not the city... Before she called GB, she warned the old fart she was calling the cops.
At first he waved her off with his cane. Then he told her "I am the cops", and not to bother.
BS- He would provide no ID. She called the city number anyway; telling the operator everything that had transpired and been said- and what was still going on. The girl, by this time was scared shitless by him; and witless about missing her interview. I told her just to go, that we would take care of this old piece of white trash. I also told her that NO ONE ever has the right to talk to her like that. She was crying, but she did leave.
About 5 minutes later an unmarked lieutenants car and a marked Green Bay police car pull up. Each from different directions. Casey hung up and called Randy back telling him that our help were there. Keep in mind Randy then kept her on the phone just in case anything else happened.
Did they ask US what had happened? No.
They walked over the pantry people, where the old fart with the cane was; (and where management had come out. Then the cops simply walked away.
What?
I said, "Oh hey, don't you want to know our side of the story? None of those other people had been out there to witness anything."
After the lieutenant had turned to holler "NO" at me, they went and spoke with each other across the street.
But they did come back. Casey, still on the phone, was told to hang up (she put the phone on the seat next to her), and asked if they were going to arrest that man. The lieutenant said no, that the old man had denied everything. The younger cop then asked Casey if she wanted to be arrested for calling in a false police report.
What the hell?
I told that younger asshole that I would be going downtown to receive a written report on all what had transpired, and to make sure he wrote it honestly. (I do know how these guys operate. I also know the consequences for writing a dishonest incident report). God help me, but I so wanted to tell him that as he had also threatened me for getting in~between the old fart and the girl.
Bullshit. ANYONE would have done the very same thing I did. A little piece of lady had tried to stand up to, but was really against that old bastard with a weapon. and an awful mouth. Newsflash for him, I could have taken him (hell, I had a cane too), with NO cane and one hand behind my back no matter how much pain I was in. I promise you that!
But apparently we were only to watch and wait to see the little girl get the hell beat out of her. That will never happen, no matter the consequences, not while I am seeing it go down. And yes, I did tell deputy whatever he is, exactly that.
The "L" jumped in telling me that he saw no blood, no broken teeth etc. (I showed him mine after I told him he sounded exactly like the ignorant cops that had responded back when my 1st husband used to beat the living shit out of me. Then again, in that day and age, I was told it was my fault. Yes, very flippantly I showed him my own teeth.
He claimed he needed to see blood. (*The * effin' *hell * he* did*)! Though dammitallanyway, I didn't say that. I regret not saying it.
In the meanwhile, Randy had asked Casey for him to be able to speak with one of the city boys. (Since city cops hate county, (and vice-versa), the "L" declined, as did his little chipmunk).
Casey remained on the line, crying not only from her godawful .pain, but because she was very afraid to be arrested. Thankfully, Randy assured her it would not happen.
They took our ID's - I told the younger that Randy's info is on the back, and to make a note of it. He said he wouldn't, that he didn't care.
We finished packing up our own groceries and left.
Casey clearly needed to gather her own wits and get her heart-rate down, so we stopped off at one of my the stations I used to manage...
Still pissed I am!
"You are not welcome back here, and if we see you again, you will be arrested. (That from a person standing close behind me- I had not sat down yet- who is the GM of the pantry, and of the St. Vincent de Paul Society in GB).
I knew the voice, recognizing it almost immediately even though he had been talking to my back... hehehe
When finally I had turned after his little tirade, he realized exactly "who" I was. (He once worked for a local distributor, [L.A. Edlbeck], and I had used his company for my stores for many many years). Meeting my eyes, he slowly hung his head, turned, and walked away- My glare burning into his back- He HAD to have felt it.
Later that little a-hole cop had told me that the mgr had changed his mind.
Craig, knows how to find me so I impatiently await the call or the letter of apology. (Either of which I promise you, I *will* receive).
They came back presently with our licenses. And told us to leave. I reminded them again i would be needed to see the incident report. Younger boy cop did then ask for Randy's number.
End of story. I have not yet sufficiently cooled down to go downtown to pick up that report. But I promise to cool off soon.
Dirty bastards.
Ya'all know by now being idle is not my middle name... Nor is it CaseyAnne's.
My question is, would you be able to watch someone WHO IS CLEARLY at a disadvantage, get beaten and/or killed?
Not I.
XOXO
Me
Priests Retirement Dinner
Just to give y'all a little snicker...
XOXO
Me
PS
I am still working on getting my thoughts together to accurately express what is going on in my head -and my heart -with respect to a few things that have truly thrown me for a loop this week.
I believe that entry may be private due to the vitriol that I get from my own offspring...
Good grief! -Those umbilical cords should have been cut a long time ago, don't you think?!? hehehe
Ooh- Must go wash my hands again.
Love to all.
Onward to all the giggling...
ENJOY!!!______________________________________________________
Priests Retirement Dinner
A Priest was being honored at his retirement dinner after 25 years in the parish. A leading local politician and member of the congregation was chosen to make the presentation and to give a little speech at the dinner.
However, since the politician was delayed, the Priest decided to say his own few words while they waited:
He spoke, "I got my first impression of the parish from the first confession I heard here. I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place. The very first person who entered my confessional told me he had stolen a television set and, when questioned by the police, was able to lie his way out of it.
He had stolen money from his parents, embezzled from his employer, had an affair with his boss's wife, taken illegal drugs and gave VD to his sister.
I was appalled!!!
But as the days went on, I learned that my people were not all like that and I had, indeed, come to a fine parish full of good and loving people.
Just as the Priest finished his talk, the politician arrived full of apologies at being late. He immediately began to make the presentation and gave his talk:
"I'll never forget the first day our parish Priest arrived," said the politician. "In fact, I had the honor of being the first person to go to him for confession."
Moral: Never, Never, Ever Be Late!
Good Evening and Good Night All!!! - I am dyin' tonight after not getting much sleep the last few nights; and after damn~near getting my ass thrown in jail today... - Not by county of course, but by CITY! [The city boy even refused to talk to Randy, AND told Casey to hang up the phone]. -(I am still so fookin' mad that I am ready to spit nails)... -The shit WILL hit the fan tomorrow, I promise. Going offline now- So tired and so MUCH pain... -And I still didn't get my lawns mowed. Grrrrr.....-XOXO, Me
Come sing with me for a little while?
Good Afternoon All;
I don't think I have truly blogged for almost a month, (the 'notes' I posted about all of our storms do not count).
My apologies.
I shall try to be a better blogger.
As some of you know, I have 2 brand~spankin' new fractures-
One as a birthday present, the next was last week. Will I make a special appointment for these new ones? No. I do not need to spend money that I do not have, to have another MRI, which I do not need; just so they can tell me something I already know.
Do I? hehehe
¡ How dare they think that I don't know what a fracture feels like by now! Good grief.
I need many more tests for, uh, other stuff, and have an appointment tomorrow and Thursday for some of those.
Needless to say this darn weather hasn't been too nice on my head either...
... And damn!, - if I don't forget to pick up the one med that I really need.
(Maybe I will write it on my hand or tie a string around my pinkie for when I go into town). hehehe
Life goes on.
- in absentia... My thoughts and prayers
... I had been terribly upset that a friend I have on here had been 'gone' for 3 weeks. A heartsick thing for me to not know what was happening to my friend. I am happy now to report that all is well.
So(๏̯͡๏ )oooooO very HapPY!!!
This morning was a "long" one- I have been up since about 10:30 last night- Just couldn't go back to sleep. (One of THOSE nights).
I made good use of reading lots more that I could find on Osteoporosis.
I don't 'feel' any effects from not sleeping well- yet.
That said, then I shall try to mow the lawns today when I am done writing this; if they are dry anyway.
(Wish me luck).
At least the ground under the lawns won't be so dry that every little bump feels like a cannon~ball punch in the back, removing what breath I have in my lungs- (and so startling for me as/when it happens too).
Ooh crap- just thinking that I might need to go to the gas station for a bit more gasoline before I start.
Punk, Sputty and I were all outside very very early today. I love most Summer mornings...
♪ -
And now we all have one song stuck in our heads. Sputty on bass, Me on alto; and Punk at Soprano.
The song is by "Steven Demetre Georgiou"- and I believe we are all familiar with it.
So here goes- A flower for each of you, at least one or two- maybe a whole dozen...
♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫
Morning has broken - like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken - like the first bird
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing, fresh from the world!
♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫
Sweet the rains new fall, - sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dew~fall - on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden...
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass -
♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫
Mine is the sunlight, - Mine is the morning-
Born of the one light, Eden saw play -
Praise with elation, - Praise every morning!
God's re-Creation of the new day
♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫
Special thanks for all of you who stuck around for me. I hope all is well in your little corner of the world!
For the rest, feel free to go "POOF" -and just leave me alone.
(If that *STILL* seems impossible for you, just take a deep breath and jump off the face of the Earth)! hehehe
My love to all
XOXO
Me
Morning Has Broken
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world
Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dew~fall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world
**** History Notes:
Words by English author Eleanor Farjeonwithin a traditional Gaelic tune known as "Bunessan"
(Adaptation by Cat Stevens, 1971)
© Pictures by Flintville Annie
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