tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35133355939065107802024-03-13T03:50:54.949-05:00Jo's WorldJo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-24027881089296691882016-12-31T16:59:00.000-06:002016-12-31T16:59:55.965-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">A few days ago, my friend Jacob , his Mom and Dad stopped </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">for a visit. You might remember Jacob (not Jake!) as the guy </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">who was given Big Mike's Playschool Blocks about a year </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This visit he is is a daycare guy and goes to pre-school a couple</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">of days a week. He made sure I knew my ABC's and knew how </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The three of us had a good time and a fun visit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jacob's Mom took a picture of us and we both liked the way</span></div>
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Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-48687404427742334482016-12-30T22:20:00.001-06:002016-12-30T22:20:48.489-06:00<span style="font-size: large;">Happy New Year Everybuddy!</span><div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A friend sent me a photo of myself and her son, but I can't seem to </span><span style="font-size: large;">get it to run. It seems like adding pics to the blog used to be</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is one of Ann Adamus' creations wishing you a Merry Christmas which as we all know has been and gone. But instead</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">lets wish you all a very HAPPY NEW YEAR.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you have any thoughts on getting pictures to appear on Google,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thanks and Happy New Year from </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">For those who don't know our sweet little ZKHAT went</span></div>
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Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-25907230673204070292016-12-25T14:06:00.000-06:002016-12-25T14:06:06.726-06:00Christmas Day, 2016Hello to those who might still be with us!<br />
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The beautiful Stella and I are back because I am weary of Fasbuk(as Dennis the Visla calls it) and the Porties Mom Sue said she misses us, and I miss her. And all the rest of you.<br />
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If some of you woke up to Santas visit, I woke up to a totally different thing. A siren going whoo-whoo- very close by. All I had to do was look into my living room and it was right there. If you remember, I am very deaf and I had my doorbell hooked up to a strobelight and sound so when I was in the livingroom, I could be aware of someone at my door (its set up on my wall.) But it has NEVER worked right, if the wind is blowing hard, its just like someone leaning on the doorbell. So one day I tried to stop it and couldn't so I hammered it and that seemed to stop it. But somehow it has been resurrected and its going again. SO WHERE IS THE HAMMER GIVE ME ONE MORE TRY WITH THIS MONSTER!<br />
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You would think that Stella would tell me when some one is at the door and in a way she does, if she knows the person who is there, she wags her tail and gets a happy look on her face. If she doesn't know them, she gives out with a little "woof" and goes back to sleep. So much for my service dog (she isn't of course but maybe its not too late to get her trained),<br />
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Its early enough in the day to wish you all a very Happy Holiday (you know who doesn't like that, don't you) and please let me know how you are! I plan to post twice a week and maybe thrice, we will have to see. Next time I want to share some good books with you, Going to try getting my camera going again! Such excitement!<br />
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Let me start by thanking all of you for your kind and thoughtful comments on our first post back! They all gladdened my heart after being down for a long time.<br />
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Now that I am feeling better, I have lots to do here. Starting out with the kitchen cabinets and <br />
here is where I wish I were highly organized . . .but unfortunately that's not the case for me. I think I would need at least three clutter fairies to do what I need to do. Did you know that a girl from Japan has written a book called How to Tidy Up (or something like that) and it is #1 on the New York Times best seller list. That's another thing that made me happy, knowing there are SO MANY of us out there who need help.<br />
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So, today (another chilly one here in Minniesnowda) is my day in the kitchen and I hope I can pitch about 100 pounds of junque and organize the keepers.<br />
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Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-22771939386847894732015-02-19T23:04:00.000-06:002015-02-19T23:10:09.135-06:00<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">So, do you think its the right time for Stella and I to do a come-back?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">Stella wants you to see this poster. Its from Pinterest and we hope they don't mind we borrow it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">Well, it appears we can't find it and does that frost Stella? You bet! We will keep at it and see if we can get it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">We have been away for a long time. One of us, (Jo)has not been well and therefore not very interested in writing. She has had two visits to our local hospital, but now is doing much better and is determined to stay well.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">Stella is tired of her whining and wants to get out for some good walks. Jo is considering this, but it must be well above zero when this happens and so far its wicked cold. Like 20 below some nights.</span><br />
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Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-53056813690911755302014-07-06T13:13:00.001-05:002014-07-06T13:14:48.265-05:00Boomers All Around!<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Hi Every Buddy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Last time I told you next time I wrote we would have lots of pics of our home improvements . . .but none have taken place yet!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">We have done all the things we are supposed to, put the work out for bid, and we are almost ready for the roof to be replaced but that can't begin until the electrician appears to remove an old fuse box, and on it goes!I suppose much of the problem is our short summer season and everyone wanting work done between now and fall.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">HELLO EVERY BUDDY!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I think we are finally back after working like a mad woman trying to figure out the operation of Windows 8.1!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have missed terribly reading your blogs, hearing from you, it almost feels like we have moved away, because things are still in an uproar here. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I need to have my roof replaced and since I use my upstairs as an attic, its full of fabric, furniture etc, that has to be moved or covered before they start, but first they are redoing the downstairs bathroom walls, and everything in there needs to be moved out (empty cupboards,etc). So my main thought is where am I gonna put these things. I think I will put it all in the garage and hope for a good selling or giving day or two to come along. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the Dell crash I lost all my addresses so it would be great to hear from lots of you so I could contact you. Thanks to Gail and Bertie, Kathy the Photog, and Tex for writing me. No, I didn't lose all my photos in the crash, but had just put the collection up on discs a week or three before,and i am so glad about that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-53647833940793273802014-04-28T00:12:00.002-05:002014-04-28T07:51:55.611-05:00Has this ever happened to you?Hello Every Buddy!<br />
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Long time no see, but I am very busy trying to do lots of houseworky things that I didn't do when I was so sick since last late summer. (I am fine now!)<br />
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Tonight I was sitting at the computer, I turned around and Zkhat was sitting on the washer staring at me. Trying to do some kind of mind meld maybe (I'll have to check her food and water dish!) I had my camera at the ready, and snapped a picture and got this "I wasn't looking at you, I was just sitting here thinking." She was definitely STARING though, but here is the picture I got:<br />
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We had some pre-Easter visitors with a little guy named Jacob who was celebrating his first birthday. I was thinking of what I could buy him for a present when it ocurred to me my son Mike's blocks were up in the attic, 46 years old and in fine shape. So we gave them to Jacob and he just loved them. Nothing like antique Playschool Blocks for this little guy.</div>
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Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-56683378914579529482014-03-20T16:22:00.001-05:002014-03-20T16:22:33.420-05:00What to do with the pictures!<br />
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We were told sometime back by a computer tech, we had to get rid of some of our pictures! So like anybody does in the spring, we have been housecleaning the computer. We plan to put lots of them on a disc, so we don't lose them and toss what we don't care so much about.<br />
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But here is my problem, almost every picture I have saved tells me a little story, and I really love that. With this picture I am gonna show you today, its about my neighborhood when I was a kid. You couldn't go to anyone's house at certain times of the day because all the old ladies couldn't miss "their stories" which means soap operas. When they came to our house, they would drink coffee and TALK endlessly about what was going on . It would sort of aggravate my Mom, who couldn't hear well enough to make sense of the stories but she would pretend to be interested. So you can see why I fell in love with this<br />
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Long ago, in the Winter Kingdom of Wisconsin, I had to drive out in the country to see some one. It was mostly summer homes and not many people around. My car rounded the corner of the road and went right into a snow bank, deeply! I uttered a few words, then got out of the car, looked down the road and saw a farm! Well, Whoopee. It was a good walk, but I could do it.<br />
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Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-81688710523187463222014-03-03T22:38:00.000-06:002014-03-03T22:41:29.220-06:00A Little Bit about Tex-Wis Girl and the Run-Around-RanchHello Every Buddy!<br />
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Those of you who know Tex-Wis (Theresa), who writes the <a href="http://run-a-roundranch.blogspot.com/">Run Around Ranch Report</a> know that she is a terrific artist, and recently did a give-a-way of a lovely Goldfinch to Lynne. I was lucky enough to win one of her bird portraits and this is what it looks like next to my Mt. Fuji tapestry.<br />
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She now tells us she is Mom to 250 Whistler ducks who are more than fun to watch. Its one of the best Blogs ever and if by chance you have missed it, now is the time to get on board. <br />
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Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-29016187660772148752014-03-02T15:11:00.000-06:002014-03-02T15:11:15.677-06:00Drunken BirdsHi Every Buddy!<br />
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This is one of my favorite birds and a couple of weeks ago, Montana Girl featured one of her great photos of a Waxwing.<br />
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My story about Waxwings is when we lived in the South we used to visit a mall that had berry trees on both sides of the entrance. Those red berry loving Waxwings were around a lot, but they really didn't go crazy for the berries until they had fermented. <br />
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Then the trees would be covered with these birds, and after a while, the ground around them would be covered with Drunken Waxwings! They would stagger around until they couldn't walk or fly, you could go pick one up and they would give you the drunken birdie version of "Put me down, you Oaf!" But even then they couldn't even pick at you. Until that time, I had no idea birds would do this kind of thing!<br />
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I have a flowering crabapple tree that has their favored red berries on it, but don't think they ever reach the state of fermentedness these guys like. They do eat a lot of them anyway and if the Robins get there first, they are gone. Keeping an eye on that tree is one of Spring's fun things.<br />
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I would like to thank Tex-Wis girl for her happy solution to my posting problem. She suggested I Chrome it, so I did, and this post<br />
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Troutbirder wrote and said he had a new girl, Daisy, a beautiful German Shepherd. She was a rescue whose family could no longer care for her and one lucky pup to join the Troutbirder family!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My Mom tells me that she is having the wurst time with trying to get a post done and its either our old Dell or Google. Last night she spent a good amount of time putting together a post and then it would not publish. We have a new computer that is going to start work here in another week or so, and we hope that solves our problem. We hope ANYTHING would solve our problem!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cheers and Happy New Year,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jo</span><br />
Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-9723796727779565892013-12-24T10:27:00.000-06:002013-12-24T10:27:10.937-06:00Some different wishes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thats right, today would be my Dad's birthday, December 24th. Because the festivities of Christmas Eve were coming right along, nobody EVER made a fuss over his birthday. He always said he never even got a present or anything when he was a kid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So when Christmas Eve day rolls around, my thoughts just naturally go to all the people who were born on this day, or Christmas Day, and get their celebration tossed in with the Christmas Festivities.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For all you people who are having an unheralded birthday today or tomorrow, I even went out and got a flashy cake. Its one that would have been just right for my Dad some years ago but now he would be well past 90 and closer to 107 if he were still living.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But he is gone, and he leaves behind him all you kids who were born on his thankless day. Now you can say its an honor to share the Birthday of our Lord and it is, but when you are a kid, that is not so easy, is it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Happy Birthday to all you Special People, with Moms and families thinking of special things to do for your Christmas children. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh, and Happy Birthday, Dad, wherever you are!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love and hugs,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jo</span><br />
Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-56169556815910358042013-12-21T20:51:00.000-06:002013-12-21T20:51:51.895-06:00Let's Sing, Shall We?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let us sing another wonderful Christmas Carol together, shall we? Yes, I get to pick, I always get to pick. So here is another very favorite Carol called The Carol of the Bells:</span><br />
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Hark! how the bells<br />Sweet silver bells<br />All seem to say,<br /><a class="ann-annotated" data-id="557" href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/christmas_songs_carol_of_the_bells/throw-cares-away/557" jquery19109017092154655041="106">"Throw cares away."</a><br />Christmas is here<br />Bringing good cheer<br />To young and old<br />Meek and the bold<br /><br />Ding, dong, ding, dong<br />That is their song<br /><a class="ann-annotated" data-id="300" href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/christmas_songs_carol_of_the_bells/with-joyful-ring/300">With joyful ring</a><br />All caroling<br />One seems to hear<br />Words of good cheer<br />From ev'rywhere<br />Filling the air<br /><br />Oh how they pound,<br />Raising the sound,<br />O'er hill and dale,<br />Telling their tale,<br />Gaily they ring<br />While people sing<br />Songs of good cheer<br />Christmas is here<br />Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas<br />Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas<br /><br />On, on they send<br />On without end<br />Their joyful tone<br />To ev'ry home<br /><br />[Repeat from the beginning]<br /><br />Ding, dong, ding, dong</div>
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Now if you don't know this one, just go to Google and type it in. You will get lyrics, music and even a choir DVD. (We could be that good, all of us singing.)</div>
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Thanks to Ann Adamus for the Christmas card. I only hope Zkhat doesn't see herself out in the snow with Stella, she would probably have serious heart palps!</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Merry Christmas Every Buddy and a Happy 2014!</span></div>
Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-90414215283298532432013-12-15T23:31:00.003-06:002013-12-15T23:31:58.631-06:00How we amuse ourselves in the winter!<span style="font-size: large;">Hi Everybuddy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Its not so easy to stay amused in the winter time, but I must admit some Youtubes make it much easier.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Like me, our Texas pal Teresa is a fan of the Crow and the Raven. So I think she will love this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyp0zW9q8jU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyp0zW9q8jU</a> because I certainly did. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thank you all for your suggestions about photos. I am going to go check on the external hard drive and maybe try some CDs too. We will see what a little conversation at Radio Shack will tell me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It stays so cold here, and windy too. Hope its comfy where you are!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cheers and Hugs,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jo, Stella and Zkhat</span>Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-18110942903302574552013-12-13T16:16:00.002-06:002013-12-13T16:42:05.386-06:00A Few of my Favorite Things!A computer tech told me I had to get rid of some pictures, either toss them, or put them on a disc or whatever. But how can I? I love all my pictures, old pics, new pics, long ago people, new people. . .<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wall hanging I made called Aussie Dreams</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my first list pals, sweet Dannon!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fudge, Sister Sue and the beautiful Samba</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teresa Johnson's Sparrow I won!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Son and wife happy with bowling score!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The exhuberant Ludo, our Brit pal!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Theresa Johnson's pic of crow/raven?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stella new to my house and my heart!</td></tr>
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HAD ENOUGH? THERE ARE LOTS AND LOTS MORE!<br />
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HAPPY WEEKEND,<br />
JO, STELLA AND ZKHAT<br />
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Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-85874967260581707322013-12-05T19:33:00.002-06:002013-12-05T19:33:59.629-06:00Stella Stringless!<span style="font-size: large;">Hello Evfurry Buddy! Stella here. Yesterday, it was a big snow and me and Mom went out to shovel. She told me I could go with no string if I stayed right with her or in our yard or the big lot next door. So I did! I had a good time just walkin' around on my own and it was nice with lots of new snow.</span><br />
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Mom was gonna take some pictures of me, but the battery was out so she said we'd do it tomorrow. So today we got up and after a while we went outside but it was way colder today than it was yesterday! Like below zeros! Tonight its supposed to be 20 to 25 below zero! Way too cold for fu rry critters like me even!<br />
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So here is what I said to my Mom today when she was trying to take my picture:<br />
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LEMME IN THE HOUSE! <br />
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While I was having fun walking around with no string attached, I was thinking of something else that<br />
would be nicer. I wonder if Mom would let me slccp on her BED! So much cozier and warmer than mine is! Do you want to bet she will or she won't?<br />
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I hope you are keeping warm in this weather and its all not too hard on you.<br />
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We send warm hugs for a nice weekend!<br />
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Mom, Stella and Zkhat Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-556190266815071832013-11-27T22:14:00.001-06:002013-11-27T22:14:18.205-06:00Happy Thanksgiving!<span style="font-size: large;">Hello Evfurry Buddy! We are here to wish you a happy holiday, no matter how you spend it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My cup runneth over with thankfulness this year and the petz and I will be staying home to do some Christmas sewing and a volunteer assignment. Its going to be wonderful to have four days to just do what I want to do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am thankful for the wonderful friends we have made while we have been blogging and wish you all a happy and special Holiday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Zkhat and Stella wish you the very same!</span><br />
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Cheers and hugs,<br />
Jo, Stella and Zkhat<br />
Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-33343277572436111382013-11-16T15:22:00.000-06:002013-11-16T15:22:25.520-06:00Birthday day!<span style="font-size: large;">Hi Evfurry buddy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You know, I have had a lot of birthdays (today is my 75th) but I can no longer have the one thing I loved the best about them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is where your Mom, one of your Aunties or your Uncle, starts telling the story about the day you were born. All of those people are gone for me, and I miss them everyone. My adoptive Mom (who was a sister to my birth Mom) really told the best one, the temperature was way below zero (Mid November, not really likely) and the snow was very deep. They had to get my Mom to the hospital to have me, but the old car got stuck on the railroad tracks, and three people in the car had to push it off and onto the road. They made it in time, but it was touch and go all the way. I was born, my mother was fine, but the Aunties who came along and had to push the car off the tracks were the ones who had the hard time. I got the giggles everytime I heard the tale and I am quite sure it was a TALE. It did get colder every year and the snow got deeper, thats for certain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On another story, my Doc wrote me that the biopsies taken are all just fine with no cancer or unusual cells. I may be good for another year!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love and hugs,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jo
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</span>Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-71940917197973240652013-11-12T14:05:00.001-06:002013-11-12T14:05:47.571-06:00Missing Days!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is one of my favorite cat pictures. What cuddlers they are!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm here to tell you about my Monday day at the hospital. It was most exciting because I planned to ride the bus. It was cold as could be with winds blowing like mad. No bus running due to Veteran's Day, no daughter-in-law to drive me, they were having the day off too. No one at home at my neighbor's house, Dee was working, so I kept trudging along, found someone at the library and asked for a ride (you get nervy when you get old) and the lady cheerfully gave me a ride to the hospital. </span><br />
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So I am there, get registered, am directed to sit in a lovely livingroom like waiting area. At 11 am I am taken to a hospital room where I get kitted out for the surgery table. Then a young man comes in,<br />
and starts asking me questions. In retrospect, I think they mostly want to know if you have all your marbles (and I do!) He leaves, then comes back and takes me into the surgery room. My favorite Doc is there and talks to me for a while, the the young man gives me multi meds (knock out stuff) and I nicely doze off. I wake up in the same room, everyone says we are finished and all went well. They take me back to the first room, I get into my street clothes, the young nurse tells me she will call my ride for me and I said make it a Taxi please. She gave me an appointment with my Doctor for a week away where we will share information and I was picked up and home by 2 pm. Very efficient group of people!<br />
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So no information yet, but just thought you might like a few details . . .did you? I can tell you this, despite the efficiency and the pleasant group of people employed at the hospital, it will take a long time to talk me back into one of these things. Why? Oh, you who have had this know, don't you. You are forced to drink a gallon of horrible fluid which will clean out your system totally. Arrgh! If someone would re-invent a way to do this that wouldn't involve the fluid, people would be lined up to have this procedure!<br />
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Cheers,<br />
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Jo <br />
Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-64713286857961859312013-11-08T07:54:00.000-06:002013-11-08T07:54:41.850-06:00November 6-8<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">STELLAH . . .STELL..AHHHH! STELL..AHHH!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I first got my girl Stella, she was from 3 1/2 months residence at the Shelter. She was the world's worst walker, but every day we seem to make some progress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The part that was the most fun was people would stop us and ask her name and when I would say "Stella" they would, to a person, do the whole Brando thing, "Stell..ahhhhh!" It would of course, make me laugh, and make the doer laugh as well. Stella never having seen </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Brando in one of his greatest roles in Streetcar Named Desire, never got the joke. However, she found pleasure in the merriment of those who laughed and got into a tail wagging thing which was her little laugh, I guess.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A good laugh is one of life's greatest pleasures to me. I come from a family who, to a person, thinks they are the funniest (me included.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It never ocurred to me when I named Stella, this would be one of my favorites, but it is. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jo, Stelllah and Zkhat</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Linking to the November Daily Blog at myanderings<a href="http://www.myanderings-myanderings.blogspot.com/">www.myanderings-myanderings.blogspot.com</a></span>Jo's Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07004590496962477481noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513335593906510780.post-87972524430712727202013-11-05T08:29:00.000-06:002013-11-05T08:29:40.962-06:00November 4th and 5th<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span>Hello Everybody!<br />
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I am determined not to miss a day in this November/Gratitude blogging but I got sort of sidetracked yesterday.<br />
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For many months, I have just not felt very well, very low energy, short of breath, hurting all over but I don't like to talk about what I consider my old age infirmities. Yesterday I had a long standing appointment with my Doc who when I showed him a wound on my ankle said: "We have very serious things to talk about like the fact your Hemoglobin is frighteningly low!" He went on to say he was starting me out at the hospital with a blood transfusion (3 pints) and later was scheduling sloping stomach/colon tests to find out where/how/ my blood is getting so low.<br />
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I said Doc, I can't today because I have no one to look after Stella and Zkhat. He said you don't seem to understand, you MUST do this today and let the animals take care of themselves! Serious! So I spent from 11 am yesterday until 8 pm last night undergoing blood transfusions. I even found my good friend Dee to feed Stella and Z and pick me up later at the hospital.<br />
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And how to I feel? A thousand per cent better. Like the old me, with energy, air and no pain. We are at the beginning of a journey, and while I thought I was going through old age stuff, I wasn't.<br />
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So once again, I am grateful to my Doc, grateful to my friend Dee, a beautiful hospital full of warm and caring staff. And feeling good! You just can't beat it!<br />
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<a href="http://www.myanderings-myanderings.blogspot.com/">Linking to the November Daily Blog at Myanderings</a><br />
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