Throw UP Thursday!

TBT: On this very date in 1984

Family Reunion at The Farm

Moi-45, Jennifer-12, Mark-26

Mark & Karen Rivard-23, Pammie-two days shy of 25

A few months before the birth of my first grandchild.

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On my way over to Jen's house, I stopped in Brighton and dropped off all my forms, paperwork, credit report, debt counseling certification, CHECK, at the attorney's office.  He will pick it up tomorrow, get all the paperwork filled out and I will meet with him next week to sign and file for bankruptcy.

I picked-up Pammie and the kids and off to the Putt-Putt course we went.  It was a beautiful day.  Sunny, not too hot--77degrees.  Well--I was fine through the first 11 holes, we were having a ball and Andrew wasn't too snippy to Elise--I don't know these two hate each other, but they do.

Pammie and Evan were on the hole behind us for the first nine, then I had them come up and play along with us.  I bent over on the 12th hole mat to put down my ball and...little white dots in front of my eyes, dizzy, and pain in the skull bones behind my ears.  I thought I was going to throw-up.  I recognized the symptoms.  Heat stroke.

I teetered a bit and Andrew said, "Mimi, are you all right?"  Then Pam looked at me and said, "Mom, your face is all red, except you are white around your mouth and eyes."

So I turned the crowd over to Pam--THANK GOD she was with me--and headed back to the office.  Every time I came to a utility pole, I'd stand in its shade for a few minutes.  I think, it might have been the longest walk I have taken in the last two years!

Into the ladies room--stuck my head under the cold water tap and just stood bent over like that for a minute.  I knew I was dehydrated too.  

I do not sweat, so the heat builds up inside me until I am near collapse.  It didn't used to bother me so much, but the last couple of years, especially if I am doing anything outside in the sun, I get sick.

I had my first attack when I was fifteen.  Helping my Dad fill the silo--I was up near the top, tramping down the silage and trying to keep it level.  It was near 120 degrees in there.  I managed to get down that long outside ladder on the side of the silo and headed toward the house.  I could barely hear my Dad, yelling at me to "get back up there" and throwing stones at me.  When I got to the house, my Mother opened up the back door and I fainted, flat on my face.

The next thing I knew, I was laying in the hammock, outside under the shade of the Maple tree and my Grandma was putting cool compresses on my face, the back of my neck and body.  I guess I was out for almost an hour.

I was sick in bed for three days.  Kind of out of it.  They finally got the doc out there and he said I had suffered a heat stroke and to keep me out of the sun and I wasn't to go back up into the top of the hot silo ever again.

Ever since then--I cannot take the outside heat.  Gladly today, there was very little humidity or I would have gone down a lot earlier.

Pam and the kids finally came in, about a half hour later and we headed back to the house.  I was still dizzy, but didn't let on.  We figured up our scores and Elise and I beat Andrew and Alex--even giving me 6 shots on the holes I didn't play.  

There was a comment,"Girls rule--Boys drool" from Elise and me.

The kids all thanked me for taking them and I think they had a good time--I know little Evan did.  When we got back to the house, all of a sudden, he started talking to me!  He has been shy because he hardly knows me, but, all of a sudden, he was calling me Mimi and yakking away and wanted me to go upstairs and see his room, which I did.

Today made me realize one thing though--I am officially old!!!  I can't do that sort of thing with them anymore.  BUT--at least, when they move, they will have one more memory of their Michigan Mimi!  and that is what today was all about!

Pammie said, "Evan, say cheese."

and he would, then when she clicked

the camera, he'd look up.

So I have no picture of his darling face.

Andrew 12, Elise 10, Alex 7 

Evan-2 and Pammie, two days shy of 55

Just Another Weird Wednesday!

So, the new neighbors are having a cement slab under their storage shed, but.....not under their house?  Weird.

I sat here watching and soooooo wanted to go over and put a nice big hand print right in the center of the wet cement, but.............they kept coming back and "floating" it again and again, to make sure it was smooth while it set up.  RATZ!!

My sister said, "What would even make you think of doing such a thing?"

She doesn't know me very well,  you see.  BECAUSE--we always did that.  When Daddy poured the cement slab for the new back room, I got to put my hand print in there and my initials--1949.   When we put in a sidewalk at our new little home in 1959--Gary and I both put our hand print on it.  When we moved to my Grandma's farm and had to put in a cement back porch, Gary and I put our hand prints, plus Mark, Pam, Karen did theirs and baby Jennifer's small baby foot print-1972.  They are all still there, where Pammie lives.  I love to look at them whenever I stop by.

When we put in a "fake" fireplace in Grandma's house, my Mother suggested I put a sign on the wall board before they put in the fireplace.  It read, "This fireplace was installed on April, 10th, 1967," and we all signed our names.  Twenty years later, when Pam and her husband tour it out to put up a whole wall entertainment center, she found the sign, remembered the day and has the sign in her memory box.

When I lived in Saginaw, and redecorated Ernie's bathroom (2001), when he took the medicine cabinet out of the wall, someone else's initials were in there.  So, I made a little sign and pasted it to the wallboard.  "This bathroom was redone by Judy Miller in 2001."

To me, it's like an old form of what the prehistoric people painted on the walls of their caves.  It proves I was here.  

I told my sister, "For archaeological purposes."

A million years from now, when the people that live on another planet, come to earth and dig through the remains of our buildings--they will wonder what our primitive hand prints mean.  Why we did it.  Is it a clue to our life style.  They will say, "What strange names these people used."

Anyway, I didn't put my hand print in the neighbor's cement slab--I think they should have, though.

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Off to the dentist to get my toothies cleaned and checked.  Everything is great---EXCEPT--part of tooth #19 is breaking away.  Tooth #19 is just to the right of tooth #18, which I had crowned five months ago.  Tooth #19 needs a crown too.  I would love to get it crowned--would love to have all my double molars crowned, but.....at $850+ per tooth--it's not happening.  The dentist said it wasn't critical, but I should get it done in December or January.  I know it needs it--that tooth has been sensitive and hurting for over a year.
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Tomorrow Pam and I are taking the kids to play a game of Putt-Putt.  If they move, at least they will have one more memory of having fun with Mimi.
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What a weird happening.  I was sitting watching Wheel of Fortune and in walked Pearl.  

"Merle is sitting in his chair...sleeping.  That makes me so mad, I decided I'd come down here and chat with a live person."

"C'mon in.  Oh, I love your new hair cut!"

"My hair is falling out and I'm tired of messing with it, so I told Tracy to just cut it off."

"Well--it looks very nice.  Makes you look younger than when you had it in a long Bob."

All of a sudden, I hear Dar calling out, "Judy, are you home?"

Pearl whispers, "I am staying right here!"

"Please do," I said.

Dar came in, sat down on the couch and said, "You seem depressed, so I had to come over and check on you."

"No.  I'm feeling fine, I might have been................"

"Oh, I gotta tell you girls!"

Pearl's head snapped back and she turned to look at Dar.

"I am going to be working thirty hours over time all next week.  So, if you see me not able to get out of my car, come over and help me into the house."

Pearl:  "Do you get paid for the over time?"

Dar: "Yes!  I will make about ninety dollars more next week."

Me:  "Wow--that's great."

Pearl:  "I think you will get more than ninety dollars for over time, if you make........."

Dar:  "Oh, I gotta tell you.  I'm worried.  None of you know where the extra key to my house is.  I have a motion light and there is a metal box on top of the fixture and an extra key to my house is in it."

Me:  "And we need to know t his...why?"

Dar:  'Because, if you don't see me outside, you come and check.  Just unlock my house and walk in."

Pearl:  "Can I call first?"

Me:  "Yeah--I'm not going in your house alone and find you dead on the floor....just like..........."

Dar:  "I have great news!  I'm getting a raise!"

Pearl:  "Well, that's just............."

Dar:  "I need you to go into prayer."

Me:  "Because of your raise?  Or...hm-mm..."

Dar puts her hand up to stop me, "No for my daughter-in-law."

Pearl:  "What's wrong?"

Dar:  "They think......" just then her phone makes a noise

Dar: "Now..what does that mean?"

Me: "What?"

"Dar:  "My inbox is full and I have to clean it out or it goes to my Face Book and I don't know how....now how do I do this............?"

Pearl gives me the look that says, "this woman is NUTS!"

So Dar's interruptions and crazy talk went on for the next forty-five minutes!  She finally left.

Pearl says, "That woman is wound tighter than an eight-day clock!"

Me:  "That's just about to have it's spring, sprung."

Pearl:  "Boinggggggggg."

"Hm-mm."

"I thought she came over to check up on your."

"Nope--that was just a pretense and then, when she saw you were here, she decided to entertain us."

"I don't know her that well....you've told me, but I never realized.  She really has mental issues."

"Ya think?"

Then Pearl and I spent another hour having a nice, two-way conversation.  She is very worried about Merle and figures he is dying.  He gets the results of his last tests on Friday.

"Let's not bury him until we get those test results," I said.

"I've been with him for over sixty years.  I have never seen him this weak, this tired."

"That's because you've never seen him at age seventy-eight."

"Sixty years.  I never thought I'd see him like this."

"You never thought he'd get old?"

"No. What would I do without him?"

"I think that is a question every person who has been married since they were teenagers asks themselves."

"But---what would I do?"

"I guess you'd do what every other widow has had to do.  You get through one day at a time."

She is coming into the realization that he is going to die--someday.  Although all his tests so far have shown nothing.  His heart is perfect, as are his lungs, all his internal organs, his brain.  Because it is the first time she has seen him start to become old and a bit frail, although he works everyday and rides his bike every evening, she is in shock.  She is into the "what ifs" stage.

So, I have one friend who is nuttier than a fruit cake, right now.  And I have my best friend who is worrying herself, based on nothing, into an almost continual state of diarrhea!

I can't be saying, "Not my circus", because both of them are going to need me to be calm and sane!!!  No matter what is going on in my life--I am right here, in this place, for a reason.
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BTW, Dar makes $8.50 an hour.  Thirty hours overtime is way more than ninety dollars.  

Smile, Though Your Heart Is Breaking.......................

There's not much of a chance of my family members finding my blog via a comment I made on anothers' post.  None of my family, except my sister, read any blogs.  My sister reads a blog that I don't...and even if she did find my blog, I wouldn't care.  She's safe.

I was more worried about a distant cousin, or a smarter than average grandchild searching for it.  Like if Jen asked Andrew to find it for her--just to check up on what I'm posting.  Well--that isn't going to happen now--I am quite certain. 
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I had a nice, unexpected treat today, when I stopped at the gas station.

This station is on the way to Howell--about 2 miles away.   I stop in there quite often, sometimes just to grab a Diet Pepsi on the way up to The Farm.

They have a new manager, I think he said he was 60.  We have briefly chatted before--he seems quite cultured and has just moved here from the Ann Arbor area, where he said he enjoyed going to the symphony, or to see live theatre in Detroit.  He appears very nice.

Today when I walked in, someone started singing, "the most beautiful girl in the world........", I turned to look and there he was, sitting off to the side, at a desk doing book work.  

The clerk at the counter said, "He's got a crush on you."

I must have blushed because the clerk said, "I do too."

"Well--isn't that just the nicest thing I have heard all day!  All week, rather.  Heck, that is the nicest thing I have heard in years!"

Then the manager walked over, behind the counter and said, "Well, it's true.  You have the most beautiful smile and you are always smiling.  Every time you come in here, no matter how long you have to wait, you just keep smiling.  It makes our day!!"

The clerk said, "Yeah.  I wish you'd only buy a gallon of gas at a time so you'd have to stop in more often."

So I paid my money, gas was "only" $3.33 today, said, "thanks guys" and walked, with a much lighter step, out to my car.
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I think I have an affliction about smiling however.  When I worked, so many times, people would pass by my desk and say,"You got a secret?"

Once, I was in a little restaurant, enjoying a milk shake, people watching, and a guy came over and tried to hit on me.  I guess he thought I was smiling at him?

At my Dad's funeral, as we were lined up, getting ready to walk into the sanctuary at the church, the funeral director said, "Judy, quit smiling."

The kid at the Subway calls me "Sunshine."

I stopped at Wal-Mart today to do a bit of shopping and I noticed many people smiled at me as I passed them in the aisle.  I realized that I had a half-smile on my face--just walking around the store.

As I sit here, in front of my computer, typing away, I notice that I am smiling.

Personally?  I think it is more a nervous habit than a "knowing" thing I am doing.  Because, most of the time, I'm not all that happy.

Or--I could just be a simpleton with a smile plastered on my face.  I just hope I don't start drooling or twitching!!

Then--There's Always Another Way To Look At Life

Now, let's see if I can turn this whole Jennifer moving into something positive.  I will attempt too.....

1.  Eric's mother has a second home on the Jersey Shore--the kids are going to love that.

2.  Eric's mother has a third home down on Florida's West Coast--the kids are going to love that.

3.  Eric's father has a large farmhouse and "farm" (10 acres) out in the country--the kids are going to love that.

4.  The kids will be able to see all the culture and fun times in New York City.

5.  Eric's father has friends in the New Jersey Mafia--always a good thing, I suppose.

6.  Eric's father is very rich and likes to take his family on all expense paid  trips all over the world.

7.  There is a lot of historical places to tour on the East Coast.  They can go visit Boston and show the kids where they were married and lived and where Jen went to Law School.  Andrew can see where he was born in Salem, MA,  and the condo they lived in until he was 9 months old.

8.  They can all learn a New Joysey accent.

9.  Eric's father has provided full paid college tuition for the kids--Andrew wants to go to MIT, so he will like that.

10.  Eric's father is old and will die--eventually, .....leaving Eric and Jen multi-millionaires, which Jennifer will love!!!

What a wonderful, advantageous opportunity this is going to be for all of them!
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I am NOT a paranoid person--really I'm not.  But---when a third cousin read my blog post in April of 2013 and then told my step brother-in-law, who then told Jennifer and made her think I had defamed her reputation to the WHOLE world, and I deleted my old blog and then three days later started this one, because NO ONE tells me I can't blog; I made sure it couldn't be found by any Internet search engine.

As far as my family knows, I do not have a blog.  I needed a blog!  I need to get these worries/feeling/emotions out of my head.  As soon as I have written them down, for all of you poor readers to peruse, then I feel better.  Your comments help me sort through and see things.  See where I might be wrong in my thinking or correct in my thinking.  It's like having a gab-fest with my friends.

Well--on bloglovin.com, there was a way to find my blog--if by chance you might know the name.  You just never can tell when some extremely intelligent, Internet savvy Grand Child (Andrew) might go looking.  I had followers, most I don't even know, but no one that is related to me, but if you clicked on "posts" you could read all of them from day one to today.  I have tried, with no success, to get bloglovin.com to delete my blog.

Yesterday, I sent two different e-mails to them, and had two different responses from them and this morning--TA DAH--if you go to bloglovin.com and type in this blogs' name, or my name--it says it cannot be found!  YAY!!
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So--back to real life here--I went to the Food Bank this morning.  I am allowed 40# pounds of food and some stuff is "free" and doesn't count toward the weight.  Like--Peanut Butter, Jelly, Detergent, Bathroom tissue, baked goods.  Well, I don't eat much PB or J, but Pammie does!  and...there is no Food Bank in the county Pammie lives in!  and....is it stealing if I get some of that stuff for Pammie?  Is it morally, ethically wrong?  If it is--then I am going to Hell.

Today, I was told that they are upping my food weight to 60#.  I told them that I didn't need that much and could they just take the extra 20# and put it on a family's allowance?  They said they couldn't do that, but, also, because I am now 75--aged and feeble, I will also get some assistance on my rent and utilities!!!!  Now--that made me smile and "thank you, God," all the way home!

Then when I got home, I got the nicest surprise!  I parked, put my purse up on the porch, opened my car trunk and then decided to go over and talk to Jackie for a couple of minutes.  About 10 minutes later, she said, "Your neighbor's are getting worried about you."

"Huh?"

"Dar walked over a few minutes ago and now she and Pearl are walking toward your house."

So--I ran out and Dar was shaking and Pearl looked worried.

Dar says, "OHMYGOD!!!  I was so worried about you!  I came over and saw your purse on the porch and thought you were inside with a dizzy spell or something.  So, I went in and looked and called your name and you didn't answer, so I went down to get Pearl's help because if you were laying on the floor or in the bathroom.....I didn't want to be alone!  I didn't know you were gone and just got home!"

Pearl said, "I saw you drive by when you came home and I figured you were okay, but maybe had to run into the bathroom real quick and left your purse on the porch.  I asked Darlene if she checked the bathroom and she said 'no', so here we are."

Dar said, "I was afraid you had passed out in the bathroom or in the shower and I didn't want to find you all by myself!"

So--Jackie and I laughed and then we all hauled my groceries into the house, sat down, and the four of us had a great hour-long chat.

Now--aren't I lucky that people care and keep an eye out to make sure I'm all right?  Of course, the four of us look out for each other too--we make a good team of friend-watchers.

It's All In God's Plan Anyway

Another beautiful day in the State of Michigan.  We have had such a wonderful summer.  In fact, I think I have turned on the furnace, to take the morning chill off, more than I have run the A/C.  Quite unusual, but a lot of unusual weather around the USA.  I am pondering on what this winter will be like.  Is it going to be another humdinger like last year?  

I set the alarm and got up this morning to go to church.  I guess there is a new movie called "Moses" coming out--kind of like the "Noah" movie and our minister is having a month long series on Moses REAL life, so we know before we go to the movie.  Well--I won't be going to the movie.  I WAS going to see Noah and then my friends that did, said it was weird and strange and not at all like the Bible story, so...................it's hard enough to read the Old Testament and figure it out--I don't need a movie confusing me more, LOL.

Anyway, my heart said I was going to church, but my body said, "Nah.", so I took a nice long bike ride around the park and down by the lake.  It was peaceful and sunny and cool (72), and I hummed a hymn as I rode along.  I do like church--once I get there--it's just the getting there that I have a problem with.

A friend posted on the last page that it was nice that I got to see Jen and that she talked to me.  Well--no she didn't--not exactly.  She didn't engage me in conversation, unless I asked her a direct question.  She was pleasant, but....she is acting strange right now, it seems to me.

I haven't really seen her in 18 months, but she seems very hyper--talking fast and a lot with arms and hand gestures.  I noticed too, at least it seemed to me, that she acts more like her kids older sister than their Mom.  Alex got stung by some ground Yellow Jackets--Karen was slathering him with baking soda, I was wiping his tears away with a cool cloth and Jen was standing there and said, "C'mon Bud--suck it up.  Remember when you broke your arm--this isn't that bad."  Perhaps, as a Grandmother, it hurt me to see him in pain, more than it would if I had been his mother--I don't know.  I was trying to remember how I reacted when one of my kids got hurt--yeah--I was probably as causal as she was.

Then something was mentioned about the middle east conflict and Andrew said, "It's all in God's plan anyway," and Jen said, "Don't start spouting that Shepherd of the Lakes Lutheran stuff!"  Andrew said, "Well, it is." and looked at me and I nodded my head "yes."

This is the church they went to and the school the kids went to for five years.  It was the "be all to end all" for five years.  The one place they poured their extra money into.  Jennifer was on the school board.  Eric played on the softball team.  They never missed a Sunday.  The same place where I had misgivings about the minister years ago.

Now--apparently, this place is not to be talked about, referred to, and if the kids learned anything about the Bible or religion there--they are supposed to forget it all?

Jennifer was brought up in the Methodist Church.  She was very active there at one time.  Then, when she was a rebellious Junior in high school, she decided to convert to the Catholic church BECAUSE, she thought it would upset me.  Her exact words, "Your church is stupid!  I am going to become Catholic!  The true church."

So--being the kind of person I am, and knowing that daughter Karen converted and is a lovely, spiritual woman, I encouraged her to be Jen's sponsor.  I was wonderful.

Eric is 2nd generation German and is not Catholic--he's not really anything.  Jennifer wanted to find a church that they both could attend comfortably and raise their children in.  She and Eric have attended five different churches in the 11 years they have lived here.  They finally settled on Shepherd of the Lakes because it had a Christian school.

They are now going sporadically to the 2/42 church up the road.  A non-denominational, Evangelical church.  I think Jen would be better served if she attended Karen's Catholic church in town and took the kids.  If Eric is uncomfortable with it, he doesn't have to go, but can attend if and when he wants.  

Anyway--Jen did not make any statements about them moving--I only heard from Pam that they looked at property last weekend and that Eric's Dad will pay for them to build a smaller house--only 5,000 square feet at $600K, instead of the million dollar 7,500 sq ft mansion they now live in and can't keep up or afford.

This is the fifth time they have talked about moving.  They have spent a month each year, in New Jersey, talking with Eric's father.  Eric doesn't want to move--I know that.  Eric doesn't want to take over his father's business because he can't work with his father and father doesn't want to go with any of Eric's newer ideas.  

Jennifer has often said she can't stand his father.  Eric's Mother and sister are Jehovah's Witness, which Jen deplores and his sister's kids are "wild brats".  They specifically moved here so that Jen's kids would grow up around Karen's kids and their good influence. 

Neither one of them can tolerate his father's wife--a much younger Asian lady he married six years ago.  However, Jen has stated that the "Will is clear on who inherits the business.  She gets a certain percentage to live on."  Seems like something like that was in my Dad's Will?

Jen and Eric and the kids went out to New Jersey in May and when they came back, Jen told Pam, "There is no way we are EVER moving out there!"

Jennifer hates her job and I don't blame her.  She worked on a case until 2:00 a.m., Thursday.  From 6:00 a.m. until 2:00 a.m. the next morning.  Those hours aren't unusual for her.  She wants to quit.  

Eric has gone as far as he can in his job.  He can't start his own Prosthetics business here because there is a two year "no compete" law with Hangar (the company he works for.  They made the prosthetic tail for the Dolphin at Sea World).  

His father has a HUGE Prosthetics business in New Jersey which covers a lot of work with hospitals in that area and New York city.    

Pam told Karen and me that either Eric is moving to New Jersey and get the kids in school out there and Jen will stay here with the Baby, or Jen is moving to New Jersey with the kids and Eric will stay here with baby Evan and Pam will still have a job until they all get moved.  Which means, I probably will never see those grand babes again--unless they come home occasionally for Christmas.

AND I AM AT THE POINT WHERE I AM ABOUT TO SAY:

because it is way out of my control!!!

  

 Karen and Mark raised five children in this house.  It cost $250K to build.  Plenty of room.  8 rooms with a finished basement.

Jennifer and Eric's house.  It cost $750K to build just a few years after Karen's was built. Plus now, there is another 1,000 square feet addition to the left.
13 rooms with a finished basement.

Tell me that Jen and Eric couldn't stay here and downsize to something they could afford!!!  Eric could keep his job and Jen could go with a smaller law firm (she has had many asked her to work for them) where she could work 9-5.

Sorry--I'm just truly upset!  

Oh well--after they move, Jen will probably communicate with me more because she will need someone to complain to about Eric's father/mother/sister/sister's kids/New Jersey/Eric's job--whatever!!

and I can sit here and worry about terrorists releasing bombs/anthrax/ricin/small pox/and/or the Atlantic flooding all of the east coast!

If I close my eyes, I can see a day--Jennifer was in Kindergarten.  She was in front of the house, waiting for the school bus.  I turn and can see it, coming down the road, a quarter mile away.  All of a sudden, she walks back toward the house.  

"Jen, what's wrong?  The bus is coming!"

"I changed my mind.  I am not going to go to school in this dress.  I want to change."

"Honey, the bus is right there.  Get back out there!"

She puts her hands on her hips..."NO!"

I wave the bus on, she comes in, goes upstairs and changes to another dress, comes back down and I drive her to school.  I did manage a nice slap to her bottom on the way passed me, but..................

I should have gotten the hint then that she was going to be a strong willed, know her own mind, "this is what I'M going to do", type of person.

Perhaps, as Andrew said, "It's all in God's plan anyway."

Pictorial of a Nice Thursday and Friday

Thursday, I went up to Byron, to the cemetery in town and then out to "our" cemetery and over to The Farm to visit my sister, Susan

(Bethie--the hanging flower basket is beautiful)
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On the way--a ten acre field of nothing by Sunflowers 

Our cemetery--everyone is right where they belong

except--me on this end. 

Moved the Dog Angel on Fred's stone, it gets wet under it

so every time I go out, I move it to the other side. 

Turning down the road to the farm--

acres and acres of corn. 

My gosh!  Their pond is flooding over, back into the corn field.

Very rare for this time of year. 

On the other side of the road.

This is the spot where Fred and I were going to put our new double-wide

We would have a wet driveway--still in August. 

Susan and I yakked continually for 3 hours--more her than I.  I didn't get a chance to tell her I am filing for bankruptcy.  That's okay--another time.
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Friday--

Madeleine's 18th birthday.  I drove on down to Karen and Mark's.  Pammie was there, and Jennifer and the littlest Grands.  A really nice time.

 It appears we are going to have ice cream!

        Karen, Moi, Pam and Jen--I don't know why Pam is scrunched down.
                        She as tall or taller than Karen and Jennifer.

 

 Elise (grand 7), Madeleine and SIL, Mark                        

Alex (grand 8), Katie, and Stephen (grand 4).  Stephen and Katie are both in the medical college at Michigan State.

Pammie making bunny ears behind Andrew--he has no clue, LOL

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Jennifer's four.

Grands Elise, Alex and little Evan on Elise lap.

Grand 6: Andrew, almost 13.  If he only knew how much he looks

like his Grandpa Miller (my ex) at that age.

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Do you think Elise (10) looks up to her older cousin, Madeleine?             

Little Evan just kept saying, "Cake?  Cake?"

Look at his eyes, just dancing, and I think he has his tongue out!

I cropped the picture of me and the girls, but I wanted you to see Pammie's feet.  She rarely wears shoes and she always has on toe rings and differing ankle bracelets!  She's such a hoot!!

Throw Back Thursday

1984-1985

45 years old

I was a Sophomore in college.

Apparently the advertising department thought it was cool to put an "old lady" in with four other sophomore's for a TV, newspaper, radio commercial.