tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25222051361359561382024-02-19T03:47:13.816-05:00Queenbuffness' Regal RantsJust a bunch O gobbeldygook about my life.queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-91720022723114685922010-01-07T08:44:00.000-05:002010-01-07T08:44:26.442-05:00OH, The weather outside is frightful.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's how it looks outside my back door today.<br /></div>
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Here's how that first picture makes me feel.<br /></div>
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Here's how I WISH it looked out my back door.<br /></div>
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So I'll just pout.<br />queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-46033692190655301362010-01-04T09:56:00.001-05:002010-01-04T09:59:06.028-05:00Monday Weigh (WAY) In I know. I know. <br />
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I had a severe case of the Holidays-all-mixed-up-about-what-day-it-is's.<br />
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But it's all good. It gave me another 2 days to SNAP OUT OF IT! and get back to healthy thinking.<br />
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So the result was...the extra 1# left again. <br />
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Holding steady at @ 2 pounds down. Pretty good for Fat Food Week. Now I have to hold it steady during Family Vacation in French Lick. Oy. It's usually a week of 5 squares a day.<br />
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I'm up to the challenge. Maybe I'll take THE Green Jacket with me. Maybe hang it in the hallway by the kitchen. Brilliant idea, Your Majesty! Thankyou, Buffness!<br />
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Her Majesty's Darlingest sister is going to be along (and their skinny Mom and maybe even a surprise chicken kinda guest) and we're cooking up a self and sister healthy challenge. More on that next week when I weigh-in. Onward!<br />
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<b>I'm back UP 1# on the scale today.</b><br /></div>
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<b>I'm not really surprised. Not really too disappointed either. </b><br />
<b>Why did I start this challenge the week before the Christmas food hits the table? ! ! ?<br /></b><br />
<b>I didn't choose. It chose me...</b><br />
<b>My FAT pants didn't fit!! </b><br />
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<b>I had to start somewhere. And if I hadn't started then I would've been even wider by the time the cookie fest is over. Although MY cookie fest is over. In the freezer! Where the fat pants are hanging. </b><br />
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<b>I have another don't eat the 10# of fudge challenge starting this Friday...Family Vacation. </b><br />
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<b>Every year my darlingestparents give my sister's family and my family each a week at any of their time shares. We've chosen to go to French Lick, IN every year now for about 10 years. We could choose Mexico.... </b><br />
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<b>But we love French Lick.</b><br /></div>
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<b>The deer come right up to our unit </b> <br /></div>
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<b>We hang at the pool and look stunning in our designer towels.</b><br />
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<b>I did great all week till yesterday. Whu? Hu? Not on Christmas Eve? Day? While baking my favorite cookies? While pouring my darling, wonderful, scrumptious dark chocolate fudge into the pan?? Nope. I did excellent those days. It was yesterday. Too much of that stuff was sitting out, calling my name, singing the siren song of fat. I need a plan....</b><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">MY FAT JEANS ARE TOO TIGHT. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I've had my head going towards this day. But still kept eating. And eating. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">My darlingfriend, Jayme at <a href="http://talefromthecoopkeeper.blogspot.com/2009/12/incredible-pain-of-fatness.html">Tales from the Coop Keeper</a> posted a wonderful blog about fighting the fat and winning. And she IS winning!! Go Girl. It pushed me closer but not until this morning's pants episode did I realize how much I must must must accept the challenge. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I can't wait to look better. I can't wait to feel happier about myself, the inside part. I can't wait to wear the pants. I have two pair.The first pair is the "fat jeans". Then on to my brown cords. And my green jacket. I love my green jacket. I will kiss my green jacket on the arm when I have it on. I love it that much. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">I've fought this battle before. I've won before. I was most successful with Weight Watchers. I was even a WW Leader for pitysakes. I have the tools in my head and now I'm willing to tap into them and hug em around the neck. And this time I have my Daughterunit in the house to be my cheerleader and confidant and shoulder to cry on. She's good at it. Real good. And I can call my Darlingestsister. And CoopdePoop. And GrumpyUnk. I'm so blessed, I'm surrounded. <br /></span><br />
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And I love him more than breathing. <br />queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-59355492639985725772009-12-08T09:48:00.005-05:002009-12-09T07:13:49.640-05:00The Queen's Royal Christmas Wish List. not to be confused with reality.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's us girls in our Christmas Jammies.<br /></div>
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This year for Christmas I have a dream type wish list. No,that should be WISH LIST. All things on it should be in CAPS cause they are so special in my heart.<br /></div>
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The Queen would like a CAMERA. A real CAMERA. A CAMERA with different lenses and night vision goggles and various doo-dads I don't know how to work. I can't paint. I have a Mama who's a phenomenal artist so I know what's good and what I can do-ain't. I see so much beauty in my world that I want to save it and savor it forever, a CAMERA would do that!! I want to take pictures like Ree. The Pioneer Woman. If you don't go to her blog, shame on you. Here's a link. Just go there. Now. No, wait till I'm done ranting.<br /></div>
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This is a remarkable sample of her work. And since we're looking at em, I want HORSES. Regal Request #2 is a HORSE or 2. GrumpyCrazy Uncle was saying this morning that alot of folks around us are giving away horses. GIVING away! They can't afford to feed/shelter/vet/farrier them properly. We can't either but this is a "wish" list after all. I've wanted a HORSE since I was 7. Living in town in Kansas City put the kabosh on the desire. I remember crying my heart out when my parents explained why a horse couldn't live in the garage.. So, I'd fake myself out and pretend my bike was my HORSE. sigh, poor delusional little girl.<br /></div>
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I hope I haven't given the impression that I'm not grateful for all I've been allowed to have in this life. I SO am! But, isn't this the season for wishing and dreaming and miracles?<br />
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And JAMMIES <br />queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-77828554801606459792009-12-04T09:46:00.013-05:002009-12-09T07:02:22.575-05:00Click a pic. Cause I Can.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><b>This weekend I drove "home" to visit my Darlingest Sister and her punks. I took our boxer, Pete, with me to stay for his vacation. Pete and Ty (darlingestyoungest nephew punk) have this boy-n-his-dog thing going on. Wither thou goest... </b><br />
<b>The drive itself is only 3 hours and 15 minutes, usually. Ummm not so much this time. It took me almost 5 stinkin hours to get there. 2 awful wrecks had traffic tied up for a full hour for the first accident and about 45 for the second. Don't know if there were injuries but I sure hope not. Luckily, I am highway potty smart and was ok for the sitting time. It coulda been really ugly as there are no trees or bushes at these stretches of road. </b><br />
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</div>This is how we spent Sunday morning. Everybody there was still medium plus sick. Hope I dodged the bullet. If not, the trip was soooo worth the exposure.<br />
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</div>queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-45440586712156363932009-11-18T10:09:00.002-05:002009-11-18T10:14:11.702-05:00Wednesdays are for rambling.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFW3Apt1JfgMkpgIDvaGjyQc26xITsBqRdjoWgxc8lxaW0j45WrUfQ1g1nAEMseVHglkTaHx6ugdA0xdD3_z0hCPpuacIM2onU1jbbGhjApUIcsnLsRpyapSW_ficU5aG8LsO53C0Bvv2/s1600/SANY0840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfFW3Apt1JfgMkpgIDvaGjyQc26xITsBqRdjoWgxc8lxaW0j45WrUfQ1g1nAEMseVHglkTaHx6ugdA0xdD3_z0hCPpuacIM2onU1jbbGhjApUIcsnLsRpyapSW_ficU5aG8LsO53C0Bvv2/s320/SANY0840.JPG" /></a><br />
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I love love love being the Queen of the Known Universe.<br />
I get to pick the Royal Agenda.<br />
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</div>and looking reeeeally scareyqueenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-24543993584842648472009-11-05T08:09:00.001-05:002009-11-05T08:11:06.696-05:00Who invented Headaches?I think that's a pretty valid question. Did God figure we needed a little one-two punch to slow us down so we'd appreciate our lives? Did he pick up Eve, give her a good solid shake, thus rattling her noodle when she ate that fruit? Then Eve, being the lovely sharing girl that she was, passed that noodle-rattle on to all us girls? She messed things up for us, ladies. Before she made that fateful faux pas we didn't have to bother with bra's that feel like giant rubber bands, no laundry, no ironing, no cooking, no housecleaning (gardens in paradise are notoriously self cleaning) and our Adam's weren't always mad at us for talking them into being stupid too. I think God musta given Adam a faulty backbone. Come to think of it, only way I can talk MY Adam into doing anything is to bribe him with biscuits. Hmmm. I digress (enrich your wordpower).<br />
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I've had stinkin' Migrain's for 10+ years. Some are just nagging. "Hello. I've come to worry you into thinking I'm gonna get out of hand. Does this bug you? Does this bug you? Does this bug you?". Others are Show Stoppers. "I'm gonna slap you silly and make you wish you were born a worm (no heads). Don't even THINK of enjoying anything ." Then there's the fateful Stompers. "You, my dear witless victim, are going to sleep for days. Fall off toilets. Throw up and smack your head on the toilet rim (bwaahaha, double whammy!) Live in a dark cave with sunglasses on and disappear from life for days on end."<br />
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This week I've been visited by the Show Stopper variety. Daytime is pretty slow. Gotta keep my movements to the turtle speed. But nights have been cooking up closer to the Stomper show. Sunglasses in the dark. TV on low. Ice packs. And my second best friend-Phenargen. I reserve the first best friend spot for, insert heavenly music here, Percocet.<br />
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Even feeling crummy I'm thankful. I'm thankful it's not worse. I've had some doozies. But I'm also thankful for those doozies.! 5 years ago this month I was in the hospital cause one was being so hateful to me. The powers that be did an MRI to be sure I didn't have a bleed. No bleed but it showed a small anyrism. (spell check doesn't work here). Went to some specialist high mucky muck doc in Indy and voila! it had gotten bigger. Bigger ain't better in all circles. So a couple weeks later he warmed up his chainsaw and stapled that sucker. Done! Whew.<br />
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</div>Thus the best headache story ever....After surgery I'm still fairly wobbly, using a walker and I had a Stomper. I toddled off the the bathroom to kneel before the porcelain alter. I'm in there yacking up from deep down in the toe area and whacked my "dent" on the edge of the alter, hard enough to throw me backwards into the wall, thumped the BACK of my head against the wall, thumped my behind to the floor and promptly wet myself. All I could think was Moe, Larry and Curly got nothin' on me. I'm laughing so hard my poor, worried Mom comes flyin in. She finds me, Frankenstein face, sitting on the floor, in a puddle, the walker on top of me (knocked it over in the melee) laughing like the village idiot. Oh, sweet dignity, forever lost.<br />
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</div>queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-88636383367907976432009-11-04T07:42:00.002-05:002009-11-04T07:46:29.343-05:00Sample of life w/Ian<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrayJ5zSOc16FP8OAyjRe74IX3wYWYNc1GJI1OzKuqHlF9dbd3K-6qnql_zKp_KEe4htfyn27QB4pE2_BGV3syxf1LVnzytHxGQVbLVO3n__kSYLKLCvLeXHVqc8pZIlJs_epCh7SA_30d/s1600-h/SANY0880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrayJ5zSOc16FP8OAyjRe74IX3wYWYNc1GJI1OzKuqHlF9dbd3K-6qnql_zKp_KEe4htfyn27QB4pE2_BGV3syxf1LVnzytHxGQVbLVO3n__kSYLKLCvLeXHVqc8pZIlJs_epCh7SA_30d/s320/SANY0880.JPG" /></a><br />
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</div><b>We had a lovely, but too short, visit w/Ian Erich last night. Thought you'd like to see how he likes to dress on his day off. All he did was get out of his car and I started giggling. GrumpyUnk did the same.</b><br />
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</div>queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-8772500065149986602009-11-03T07:36:00.002-05:002009-11-03T08:24:58.112-05:00Ian Erich<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf83HHQ1328wF-VxWfGzVyCf5N9xUAGe6Zp18r6j_Hlrh46jk8hWObW8pw_DLqFa69Qd1tDW5EX8bjQlM4mUFBvhz5yri60Pr16VfWbjYYxYAvxfZaGV6D4rhnaJwgQE72v72_KSO4hToU/s1600-h/p11033ta100614_10_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf83HHQ1328wF-VxWfGzVyCf5N9xUAGe6Zp18r6j_Hlrh46jk8hWObW8pw_DLqFa69Qd1tDW5EX8bjQlM4mUFBvhz5yri60Pr16VfWbjYYxYAvxfZaGV6D4rhnaJwgQE72v72_KSO4hToU/s320/p11033ta100614_10_0.jpg" /></a><br />
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These handsome men are our little boys. Ian Erich is the blonde and Clinton Joel is the handsome older<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">on the right (he'd lost his hair in a bet). <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> This is Ian's Rabbit Helmut(size 4T sweatapnts) His 4 y/o cousin gave it to him. He wore it w/pride.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh5oyKRhTx9Q8pPsGkZO8BZWDjzHAb5S40DmIt9mqtH0b9HyT-qx8KS7Bl1rzbQWHIJq4mmTX-SsMMsD3UDsOhiz63QzFrhnYfb6x8dbNefkfUJl8opwGmkuhzezT5naqnUeW9vzhSkxPO/s1600-h/rabbit+helmut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh5oyKRhTx9Q8pPsGkZO8BZWDjzHAb5S40DmIt9mqtH0b9HyT-qx8KS7Bl1rzbQWHIJq4mmTX-SsMMsD3UDsOhiz63QzFrhnYfb6x8dbNefkfUJl8opwGmkuhzezT5naqnUeW9vzhSkxPO/s320/rabbit+helmut.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When he was about 7 I gave him a can of Comet and sent him to scrub the bathtub. About an hour later I realized I hadn't seen him since. I went in to the bathroom. He had emptied half the can into the tub, was on all fours in there with rags in his hands and on his knees swishing from front of tub to back, grinning like a monkey. "Are you having fun?", I asked? "EVERYTHING'S fun", he sweetly replied. Duhhh.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the same kid who at age 2 was sitting on the front porch with his Dad and Dad's Army buddy. The water sprinkler was going. Dad would throw a can onto the lawn under the water spray and when the shower was pointed the opposite direction he'd say, "Ian, go get that for me". Off the boy would run to help his Pop. Of course, by the time he'd get to it the sprinkler had oscillated back to where the can and now Ian were. Face full of cold water-freak out-grab the can and run to Dad. The "grown ups" would laugh hillariously and repeat. I came out on the porch to check things out and put the Kabosh on the plan (after I watched a couple of times). GrumpyUnk then asked me "Why is it we thought 2 kids was enough??"<br />
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</div>Alyssa and I were sitting at the computer, reading all the blogs this morning and having our girl-chat. Alyssa is 4 months old but holds a good solid intellectual conversation. She does her best analytical thinking after a change of undies and a slurp of formula or pureed mystery fruit. She's quite advanced for her age. We took a break from reading to have just a little more slurp. I was telling her how much I enjoyed her company and her smile and her LOUD conversations (had to turn up the radio yesterday as she was drowning out CCR). Then I got to thinking about all the babies God's put in my life over the years. There's been lots. Not only my 3 biological blessings. Cute, ain't?<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbL3osURqRiK-FTd1jnu_lM-A9j1yjrp-IxjXikldTNwqKwpb0YLr3A7WXhn3_eDJQg4yfk9i6qwX1lHk5v7jSSexOGjFZ_kv6cK-ES3OzgPvlasRtn-zLUzvXYbDiMffjO88qYVlXk1Zd/s1600-h/Amy+n+Corey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbL3osURqRiK-FTd1jnu_lM-A9j1yjrp-IxjXikldTNwqKwpb0YLr3A7WXhn3_eDJQg4yfk9i6qwX1lHk5v7jSSexOGjFZ_kv6cK-ES3OzgPvlasRtn-zLUzvXYbDiMffjO88qYVlXk1Zd/s320/Amy+n+Corey.jpg" /></a>When GrumpyCrazyUnk and I were starting out, a long long time ago in a world far far away, he was a carpenter. And in that universe, circa 1983, nobody had money to build or remodel or build add-on, thus the work was slim pickens and in turn, so was the money. I started adding children to the mix to be able to eat. My first additions were a pair of brothers, Adam and Mark aged 2 and 6 months. They were alot of work as I also had my oldest two biological babies aged 2 and 3 to chase. "Chase" being the operative word. I then added my darling bestest friend's 2 girls, Amy and Corey, aged 2 and 2 months. Now we're talkin CHASE.That makes 6 kids under the age of 4. I've never slept so good as I did at the end of those days. But we ate! Amy and Corey are beeeuuutiful women now living in NYC and Chicago and setting the world on fire.<br />
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After Army life came and went Unk went on to nursing school. Again, no moola and now 3 offspring. I needed me some babies. There came, duhn duhn duhnnnnn, MEGAN. Afraid of everyone and everything. Cried at everyone and everything. Dared not look at her, speak to her or heaven forbid! touch her! oyy.<br />
In there somewhere was Kyle a 2 y/o crrraaazy boy. I found him on top of the fridge one day if that tells you anything. Only time I've ever told the mom that I just can't watch him anymore.<br />
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</div>That's about when we got our Sam arama Ding dong. This darling little 1 y/o with black, black curly hair, big blue eyes, with his beloved blanket in tow. He stayed ours for 3 years, even though I fed him pepper on his doughnuts and kept him in a closet "for no apparent reason", so he told his Daddy. When we moved to beautiful south central Indiana he went on to stay at my sister's house and is still our family.<br />
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Then came Alicia. Our darling friend's 2 y/o daughter. Mommy worked at the hospital w/Unk and needed me. Needed me, that's all I needed to hear. She joined our family and blended like nobody's buisness. Unk taught her good wholesome words like moron and numbskull. She's all grown up and taller than me and durn it, lives in far away Canada. <br />
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Our neighbor had a beautiful little 4 y/o redhead ,Ralphie (our name), Rachel (real) who needed someone to play with her before and after school. How fun was she?!! She'd lip sync and gyrate around on the back porch to Spice Girls tapes and just couldn't figure out what we were laughing at. She's a senior now. sigh...<br />
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We moved to the country. The biobabies grew up and moved out. I needed me some babies. Daughterunit's best friend was kind enough to have one for me. Aren't friend's the best? Our darling dearest sweetie pie, insert ahhh-music here, Kaia. Sadly her Unk named her Poopypantswhineyfacewaterhead girl. Don't ask.<br />
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</div>Kaia joined our life when she was just 8 weeks old. Unk bought me the Happy Chair so I could rock her properly. And nothings been the same...for Hank either. From day one they've been best of pals. He'd gently take her socks off, share his food, his crate, toys and has spent countless smiling hours chasing her and vice<br />
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Mama isn't working right now which is good news for Kaia and Mommy. Baaad news for Unk and the Queen. She comes to play as often as possible now. I talk to her on the phone, she knows speed dial. I can see years and years of Kaia blogs ahead.<br />
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</div>When Kaia had to go home we got Beanie Boy aka Corban. I dunno why they all have regular names. Mom and Dad should just wait to fill out the birth certificate till Unk or I dub them w/something much more fun. Poor lil Beaniboy was a preemie. He had some tummy issues and spent most of his days hurting and crying. Never held it against him. He'd smile when he felt good. Mommy got to quit her job she hated anyway and now they are sooo happy together.<br />
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When even making bacon is an adventure.<br />
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</div>queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-39176410087846489322009-10-16T15:19:00.000-04:002009-10-16T15:20:25.465-04:00And now for something completly different...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWhUeAy35qc&feature=player_embeddedqueenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-52019454369768473932009-10-16T10:59:00.001-04:002009-10-16T11:05:34.238-04:00Hank the Cow Dog<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyAPS3j1LP4WO2J9hfXO8HRy4KMyzcA8PiN_3RjaGbhvFgXZhJyPKW3fELLA88sJmYcaYqCKxyPPeO0ZATd9Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe> Hank the Cow Dog is a marvelous little creature. He got his name from a really fun series of kid's books. Find 'em. Even if you don't have kids around they will make you laugh!! Here's his official site http://www.hankthecowdog.com/ <br />
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When Hank came into our lives GrumpyCrazyUncle wasn't so keen on having a poodle. I think it was a "manly" issue and Grump encouraged me to name him something tough and macho. Spike just didn't cut it. Once you read one of the books, you'll see why HANK had to be this guy's name. Both Hank's are full of fun and attitude. Grump says he's more like Hank the Woosdog but that's just cause Grump's jealous.<br />
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I chose the poodle breed because of their intelligence, sweet temper and lack of major health issues. I'd just lost my best friend Boxer of 10 years, Magie, to cancer and didn't think I could do that again anytime soon. I struggled with grief over Magie's death but really wasn't thinking I'd get another dog for quite awhile. Afterall, we did have Pete (another wonderful boxer) and Egar (a goofy little terrier) for me to love on. After about 2 weeks, Grump said, "don't fight the funk, Queen. Just go find yourself another friend". Bless him. <br />
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The Daughterunit and I went to go see some puppies advertised in the paper. No fancy papers, no champion bloodlines and no big moola either. I don't care about all that stuff. I just wanted a friend. We drove waaay out into the boonies, always a good sign in my book, and finally found the place. The folks were very friendly and when they opened the house's back door all these little white fuzz balls literally came falling out onto the lawn. Remember that Pepsi commercial with the puppies jumping all over the little kid on the ground? The one that made you laugh no matter how many times you'd seen it? Yeah, it was just like that! There were 4 or 5 little ones and a couple grown dogs. We sat on the ground and loved on all of them. But one, a little boy with a peach colored spot on his back and peach ears, wouldn't leave me. I'd get up and run around with the others but he'd always be right on my heels till I sat down again, then phloomp, into my lap and stretched out like he'd been waiting for me to show up so he could take his nap. We stayed for about an hour and I never could shake him. We left puppy-less because I promised myself to take my time. Pick just the right one or wait till the next litter I saw in the paper, take my time. I took a whole 12 hours. <br />
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I went back the next day to see if the same little guy would attach himself to me again. There was zero doubt. The other pups ran around like puppies do but this spotty boy was superglue. Hank spent his first 2 days here in bed with me. I get monster migraines and had one that knocked me out. He didn't seem to mind. We just cuddled and slept. sigh. When I told the oldest Sonunit that I'd gotten a poodle he channeled his Dad's sentiment re:poodles. When he came over later that day and saw Hank sprawled out on my bed, he said, "Oh, I get it now". <br />
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</div>Every single day I'm grateful my superglued, Siamese twin came to live on my farm. More Hank posts to follow cause he's too fun to ignore.queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-52607019701589071612009-10-14T08:01:00.000-04:002009-10-14T08:01:14.755-04:00Sickness in the BunkerGrumpyCrazyUncle's fallen under the Zombie bus. Sore throat, coughing and general malaise (great word, ain't?)<br />
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</div>He's staying in bed as long as possible this morning. Babysitting baby isn't coming cause mom and pop are skeert of us. Is it the-dun dun duuuuunnnn-H1N1? Could be. He does work in an ER in southern IN, one of the first places in the country to get the "shot". He got the regular flu shot already but it only covers specific varieties, not all. His hospital didn't offer the H1N1 shot to it's employees. strange. Or should I say, cheap. Am I worried about getting it too? Nah. If I do, I do. I HATE the hype over this flu. Yes, we should be aware. Yes, we should be good stewarts of our bodies and health. NO! We shouldn't panic, hide, run, talk incessantly and freak about ANYTHING!! Life's too short. Take care. Be smart. Eat right. And change your underwear before you leave the house.queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-44907539561856605802009-10-12T10:56:00.000-04:002009-10-12T10:56:47.605-04:00Why?Why does the 30th chocolate chip cookie tast so bad when the first was soooo wonderful?<br />
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Why do WalMart shoppers think that wearing pj's that are 2 sizes too small to shop is sexy?<br />
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</div>Why do friends have to live so far away??queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-6834524137077479452009-10-06T08:49:00.000-04:002009-10-06T08:49:42.439-04:00Junkaholics meeting at 7p in the church basement<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2qMB2iHHpFeYH32WeimbVMFnI4YnhNN-EeGxf12MI674ONlC5zT-fCsrolEGAvUlW1cMC37Ypva6FjWA9HpRMjCcAEDzXIz4KWSMSyX0Bl32rUdjoHhRhT3-x-03c2upZfcLJiWwgDV36/s1600-h/SANY0873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2qMB2iHHpFeYH32WeimbVMFnI4YnhNN-EeGxf12MI674ONlC5zT-fCsrolEGAvUlW1cMC37Ypva6FjWA9HpRMjCcAEDzXIz4KWSMSyX0Bl32rUdjoHhRhT3-x-03c2upZfcLJiWwgDV36/s200/SANY0873.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4N1RctZ9YSK81RJEKnN_U3lXrHHY4CzXdQz67z7jMuNhBJy4dTIQwAWo7xBmQDoXd9gpR0oDhHhY2IPCQfN1WPF9eSYzoJSB0UnNS6orNh58IWzOm4qhy_Klm-cnvc9l41uazuIylcSZf/s1600-h/SANY0876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4N1RctZ9YSK81RJEKnN_U3lXrHHY4CzXdQz67z7jMuNhBJy4dTIQwAWo7xBmQDoXd9gpR0oDhHhY2IPCQfN1WPF9eSYzoJSB0UnNS6orNh58IWzOm4qhy_Klm-cnvc9l41uazuIylcSZf/s200/SANY0876.JPG" /></a><br />
</div>I'm an addict. I admit it. I'm going to be on one of those shows..."My Mom was last seen in her house in 1982 near the pile of old Christmas ornaments that she hasn't used in 30 years. We haven't seen her since."<br />
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The Daughterunit is moving home to go back to school full time in November. There was no room at the Inn for her. We talked about buying a camper and hooking up water and electric for her out the back door. But I buckled down and moved crap out and around. There's probably 4 trunkloads for Goodwill. 1 load for my friend's antique shop and about that many for Freecycle. WHAT WAS I THINKING???<br />
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I babysit and have lots of toys, playpens, tables, highchairs, clothes, diapers ad nauseum that I actively use but just as many that I don't. OY.<br />
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And the closet pic, with clothes and clothes...no excuse. I have a heaven-made closet and thought my mission in life was to fill it to the overflowing stage. I have succeeded. Plus, I'm too fat for half of them. sigh<br />
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Night before last I couldn't sleep because of all this weighing on my mind. I've been given this wonderful home to share with friends and to keep my family safe and secure and loved. I've filled it up with junk that was a "great bargain" or "too cute" or "I might use that someday" or "I had one of those when I was a kid" instead of focusing on making the place clean, organized and peaceful. I'm ashamed. I truly am.<br />
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</div>I shared what was on my heart with dear GrumpyUnk and he said, "I'm behind you all the way, Just don't touch my stuff".queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-1935944988619930902009-10-05T09:01:00.000-04:002009-10-05T09:01:26.038-04:00Nice nice weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0B0iY6YkZrf0A6uz02-dB7ZQF2xh9zEywkkjwc0cBnR6fq4mSGMYX4VE-l22NdUanScQWGbL6i01rs009ieAC8UpG3jT726M1vNRqEOBmm9RuFpZMGiKEx6_Q4A50MT8TIM1IQzhIacr/s1600-h/pink+tractor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm0B0iY6YkZrf0A6uz02-dB7ZQF2xh9zEywkkjwc0cBnR6fq4mSGMYX4VE-l22NdUanScQWGbL6i01rs009ieAC8UpG3jT726M1vNRqEOBmm9RuFpZMGiKEx6_Q4A50MT8TIM1IQzhIacr/s320/pink+tractor.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div>This was Oktoberfest weekend in our little town. This is a very large German community and tradition runs deep. There are about 40billion people, 30billion food booths, a sweet parade complete with horses and dancing children and 1 little old man on his 3 wheel bike with flags attached, the gratuitous lovely waving girls in convertibles and about 100 booths of lace-glued-on-wood "art". This year the weather held up, no rain, but it was cool and windy. LOTS of whining heard from teens. I'm betting it because they had to cover up their new clothes with jackets and that meant less to show off.<br />
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The main reason I love this weekend is because I usually get to see my kids. They try to come home to see old friends. This year I was only a 1 in 3 year. The boys had to work. The daughter unit came for a whole week though!! She seemed to have a good time at the fest. She had to buy hat/gloves and scarf cause she was freezing!<br />
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I took my Kaia to her first Oktoberfest! She seemed overwhelmed. I loaded her in the stroller and wrapped her in a blanket and away we went. She LOVED the parade. Waved only at the horses and was truly puzzled by the dancing little girls. She would look at them with a wrinkled brow then back at me and said, "What?". I shared her opinion. Her big thrill though was touching. Touching the pumpkins, the fire hydrants, the signs, the flags, Oh, and touching people's behinds walking if front of her. LOL. I figured I'd load her up on junk food and take her back to Mommy to run it off but she didn't like anything I bought her. Poor me, had to eat it all myself. Don't want to be wasteful, ya know.<br />
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Her Ninja is strong tho. We're standing in line to get a soft pretzel, I looked away and I heard a man say,"My! You're starting a life of crime kinda early!" I turned back around and she had apparently pulled his wallet out of his pocket by the attached chain! We had a good laugh then he picked up his food at the window, turned around and Kaia opened her mouth super wide waiting for him to shovel it in there!! He laughed and said, "She'll get my money one way or another, eh?" Taught her everything she knows.queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2522205136135956138.post-39291762818125068462009-10-01T09:48:00.000-04:002009-10-01T09:48:53.433-04:00Finer n Frog hair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vk2VW_1DSMJhTnGDMqEBCWBQ0lbpJW0tANlxgn1m_RQDL55kcwv0C2eCD4TW0GctN9_njOl0g6POqV30MwUwgC5xLnVIXpw3VR2LrJEZx9NocfbVT0CeaV9I4MPAIe_B6si0L0e0e9jN/s1600-h/SANY0832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vk2VW_1DSMJhTnGDMqEBCWBQ0lbpJW0tANlxgn1m_RQDL55kcwv0C2eCD4TW0GctN9_njOl0g6POqV30MwUwgC5xLnVIXpw3VR2LrJEZx9NocfbVT0CeaV9I4MPAIe_B6si0L0e0e9jN/s320/SANY0832.JPG" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What was I THINKING??? I have had children in my life for a hundred years. Daycare, babysitting, my own homeschooling of 3 beautiful kids, over 20 nieces and nephews and the list goes on...but what did I do this morning? I traumatized my favorite 20 month old. I washed her Puppy. As I type she's standing and at the laundry room pointing at the dryer, reaching for the door and soooobbbbing , PUPPY! Oh I've lost it.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My precious Kaia spent the night last night and slept with me. sigh. My back will never be the same. She used to sleep in her own bed but for some reason she freaks out lately. We tried to sleep with her in our bed, 2 adults, one 2y/o, one Puppy and one real live poodle. Not cool. Thinking King size bed in the future...........<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b> <span style="font-size: small;">With all the rain last week this is what's happened to my carpeting. Eewww. I scrub them with my favorite, vinegar, and they all come back with a vengance anyway. I am spending hard earned savings, earmarked for NEW flooring, on professional cleaning this Sat. The owner of the company swears he can fix this. Uhh huhh. </span></b></span><b><span style="font-size: small;">I <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">know I've posted rants about this creepy floor before but it daily makes me nutso. I have babies on the carpet and I cringe when their parents come in. My silent mantra is.."Please don't look down, please don't look down".</span></span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <b>These aren't new stains from dogs with bad manners. They are old once removed and were all gone stains from kids, spills and Sally being Sally stains. arrrgggg. </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>When we get rich and famous I want porcelin (SP?) tile throughout all but the living room and bedrooms. Then my only battles will be with killer dust bunnies. </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Take da bunny out back n let 'im have it.</b></span></span>queenbuffnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06313125199537663853noreply@blogger.com0