Many of you have asked where in the world I've been.

All I know is that after 7 plus years of blogging and a different lappy, which I don’t like, I seem to have lost my blogging fervor.

Someday, when you least expect it, I will post again.

For those of you still waiting I say thank you.

Meanwhile, I am rather prolific on twitter. Find me: @KeethaB
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Friday, September 12, 2014

Big Heart

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We received this check in the mail the other day.


Being the big hearted kind of person that I am, I told Fisherhubby he could get it cashed & keep it.

I'm not at all sure why he wasn't more grateful..


That skunk.


Thursday, September 11, 2014

If Wishes Were Horses Then Beggers Would Ride

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 I really wish I could give this story a different ending.

On the 4th of July I went to a big family picnic at my cousin Chuck's (on the left)  farm.  Lots of once-removed, second, and shirt-tail cousins were there.   I thoroughly enjoyed reconnecting & even meeting cousins I'd never met before.

Just before I left to drive the hour and a half home my cousin Bud appeared.  (center)  Bud & I had met as kids but I hadn't seen him since high school.

We quickly caught up.  He told me he had stumbled across my blog & had gone all the way through the archives reading it.  He said he wished I'd make more posts.

I  begged him to let me take this picture, he consented only on the condition that I not put it on my blog.  Then we promised to get our families together again soon & said good-bye.

Last week Cousin Loretta (right) phoned to tell me that Bud's wife came home on September second and found him lying in the yard - dead.

Oh Bud, how I wish I could undo this.  How I wish we could roll the clock back and meet for dinner like we promised we would.  You left us too soon. .

I also hope when you look down from Heaven, where I have no doubt you are, you will forgive me for posting your picture and story.


At Bud's visitation I was able to reconnect with these second cousins (siblings with their mom) whom I have not seen for years.


And I also got to visit with Second Cousin Mary Jo whom I met for the first time on July 4th.

I think the moral of this tale is - don't waste time.  Make time to embrace those whom you love.  Cherish time spent with them.

Because I'd rather be a begger walking than a bunch of wishes riding.


Sunday, February 23, 2014

Hayward Night Life

 
Our Hayward/Birkie weekend is nearing an end.  We decided we'd better party on our last night.

WARNING!!!

What follows depicts the wild and crazy partying of two senior citizens.

It may get ugly, so use your own discretion about looking any further in this post.

You have been warned.


We got the party started at one of our favorite haunts.  This is the same place where we got the Birkie brat which we ate on the street.

We took it indoors tonight.

No one else was eating on the patio either.  I don't know why not, it's a balmy 13° out.

After giving the menu very serious consideration Fisherhubby ordered sausage, pepperoni,  and hamburger pizza.

Fortunately for him this is health food containing 4 essential food groups: grains, dairy, protein, and vegetables.

I ordered the fat and calorie free Nasty Burger with portobello,  jack cheese, bacon, and caramelized onion.

The fries were full of fat and carbohydrates so I was a good girl and only ate four.

After eating a very light supper, (interpreted: stuffing ourselves til we could barely walk) we took in the lights.

Hayward goes all out to transform into a fairy village of Christmas lights.

They kept them up for the Birkie.

I LOVE this town.

After the light show we headed back to our hotel where one of us wanted to party like it was 1974 in the jacuzzi.

Someone also got a little carried away with the bubbly - - -

And was proud of himself for it.

Sadly, now that we've played late into the night, the party's over.

Someone partied too hard and is already snoring.

Well, it is late so that's to be expected.

After all it IS 8:13.


All's Quiet In The Northwoods Now

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It's Sunday afternoon and nearly all10,000 Birkie skiers and 30,000 cowbell ringers have gone home.


Only a few nonHayward residents, like Fisherhubby and myself, are still here basking in the glory of the Northwoods.


It's so quiet now you can hear a snowflake drop - if it were only snowing, which it is not.


Truth be told, this is how I like the Northwoods best.

Oh, the Birkie crowds and excitement were fun while they lasted, but there's a whole lot to be said for the solitude of the boonies when peace descends upon it.

Fisherhubby and I are in no hurry to head back to the routine of our everyday lives, so we are lingering.

Most of the Birkie accouterments have already disappeared.  Now only hints of the Berkie remain - a tent or two, a porta-john here or there, and some Birkie decor in church this morning.


Fisherhubby and I are quite content to take in the view of Hayward Lake, now devoid of Birkie skiers, from our hotel room.


And should we get bored with the snowy vista, we have this view right in our room.

Perhaps Fisherhubby will avail himself of the jacuzzi later but I, not being a hot tub fan (nor fan of any tub for that matter) shall not.

Tomorrow will come soon enough and we shall then wend our way back to the real world and home.

Hayward, we love you and we shall be back.


Saturday, February 22, 2014

A Dog On a Blustery Day

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We  hoped to arrive in Hayward today by 10 a.m. to ring cowbells for Birkie skiers as they come up Main Street and cross the finish line.  

That's what we do.  We ring cowbells.  We're expert cowbell ringers.

Some people skate ski in the Birkie.  Some people ski classic style.  Both take skill and endurance.  

The rest of us stand around ringing cowbells.

I am a cowbell ringer extraordinaire. 

HOWEVER, our "slip slidin' away" adventure of the morning (see previous post) took soooooo long we didn't hit Main Street until 1:17 p.m.

I know - I checked

By that time it felt so late the cowbell ringer extraordinaire didn't even bother to bring her bell.   She just hurried to Main Street and - - -  

Snapped some pix of skiers turning the final bend.

At this point I digress. 

These Birkie cross country skiers ski over hill and dale all the way from Cable to Hayward.  (look on a map) That's a 30 mile track for skate skiers and 32 miles for classic.

I SAID 30 OR 32 MILES.

I thought the three blocks I had to walk from the car was FUR 'NUF on a blustery 9° winter day.

So after taking these two snaps I was ready to find lunch.

This was not our first rodeo, er I mean Birkie, so I knew EXACTLY where to find a delicious brat.

I just gotta tell ta, there ain't much better on a 9° blustery day than eating a steamy "dog" right out on the sidewalk while Fisherhubby rings a cowbell in your ear.

Except I just really did think my brat holding hand was gonna freeze off before I could shove that dog down my throat.

Seriously.

After lunch and cowbelling we headed to one of Fisherhubby's favorite haunts - The Fly Fishing shop.

We've vacationed here for so long and hubs has hung out in the Fly Fishing shop so many times that the owner Larry is now a friend.

Good times.

Larry's shop even has fly humor!

Our next stop was Backroads Coffee - where skiers come to warm up and refresh.

(And cowbell ringers extraordinaire come to find a little girl's room.)

It was warm, cozy, crowded and the little girl's room was available.

In Backroads I met Ken.  Ken skied 32 miles on the classic Birkie.

In one day. 

In just a few hours of one day. 

I couldn't walk 32 miles in 10 days, so Ken is my hero.




Wherein The Adventure Spins Out of Control

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Sometimes adventures take unexpected turns.

Sometimes adventures are a bit scary.

And SOMETIMES adventures spin out of control like ours did today.



The morning was sunny and bright.  The fresh white blanket of snow made an absolute wonderland.

The highway was not so gorgeous unless you enjoy glare ice as slick as a soapy baby's hiney in a bathtub.

I was tooling down the road at a moderate 40 mph OR less as conditions warranted.

Foolish drivers, and by foolish I of course mean more foolish than me, were zipping by at ridiculous speeds.

I fumed.  I fretted.  I told Fisherhubby those speeders were gonna end up in the ditch and take me with them.

I spied a rest area which I needed for coffee elimination.  I slowed and attempted to GENTLY ease over one lane.  Suddenly- we were spinning across the ice.

When we came to a stop, this is what I could see out my window:

Thankfully we were not teetering in the edge if a precipice - which in a few yards we would have been.  But my door wasn't opening.

Fisherhubby could open his door so he got out to take these pix while I called 9-1-1 to beg for a tow truck.

Because obviously I wasn't going anywhere.

The cars and semis whizzing by slowed nary one bit and I began to fear we'd be squashed like bugs in a rug if one of them lost control and came slamming into us.

In a little while an angel, cleverly disguised as a wrecker operator, came.  He said he had two other cars besides us to extract from icebergs but that he came to us first because we were in a danger zone.

Ya think???

About that time an unmarked police car pulled up and stopped to observe my foolishness.

He asked for my driver's license to check my criminal history.   I guess it is now a crime to innocently spin out on ice and bury yourself up to your gills in a snow bank.

After about half an hour's hard work the angel released me from my icy prison. The undercover state trooper took pity on me and gave me back my license.

Joy to the world!!!  We were on our icy way.

Oh but my joy was premature.   Our transmission would NOT go out of 4 wheel low.  Fearing the worst we slowly limped into Hayward and our hotel. We thought we'd be paying a pretty penny to some mechanic on Monday.


Later in the day this man, known to blogland as Fisherhubby, figured out the problem and got the car back in 2 wheel drive.

Now he expects to be paid mechanic's wages.

So the adventure saga continues.




Friday, February 21, 2014

Feast or Famine

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After a famine of blog posts from me -  today I'm serving up quite the feast. 

Drought's over.  

At least for now.

While I'm on the drought topic - if you're still stopping by this little ole blog even after all this time I surely do thank ye.

The cessation of the blogging drought may or may not have something to do with the fact that Fisherhubby & I are on an adventure which is providing me with both fodder AND time for blogging. 

We went to our FAVE, Red Lobster, for dinner tonight.  We don't have one near where we live so it's famine until we visit the city.

After we sat down to eat I noticed Fisherhubby was the ONLY one in the entire place wearing a hat.

Naturally I pointed this out to him.

"Well", says he, "If the Duck Dynasty guys were here they'd have theirs on too."

There is that.

Shaking my head.

Later a few more hat heads arrived.  Whew!

We ordered our feasts.  And WHAT a feast I had!!

Dueling lobsters fit for a queen!!!

Check back in tomorrow, if you're interested, for another installment of Miss Keetha and Fisherhubby's Excellent Adventure.





Stuck in The Middle With You

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We traveled today on the heels of a fairly significant winter weather event.



 For much of the way there was only one clear(ish) lane - if you call a thin strip right down the middle of the road a lane.

I DO so I took it until forced over by the rare oncoming logging truck.

Atlantians:  Yes we DO continue to travel in these conditions or we'd be hibernating until March or April or quite possibly even May.

We do expect to be completely snowfree by July.

Sad to say we passed three vehicles along the way whose drivers had failed to account for the less than pristine conditions.  Two of those were on their sides and one was completely upside down.

While we are very thankful to be safe and sound, I feel a wee bit sick for those others who took what turned out to be a much greater risk.


Off We Go Into the Wild White Yonder

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 Headed to the Northwoods to once again spectate at the Birkie.


Last step before departure - a good old fashioned Fisherhubby staffed carpet steam cleaning.

See you soon!!



Saturday, January 11, 2014

Birthday in My City

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I've been celebrating my birthday in my city.

This was one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad birthdays.

You know the kind - - - the ones where the first digit of your age gets bigger.

You are forced to graduate into a new decade.   

Not a better decade either.

My first digit is now larger than 5.

Sigh.
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I decided if I must move into a new decade of old age, the LEAST I could do was prolong the celebration.

U.P. Annie helped with this - - - in fact I rather think she was the originator of the month long birthday celebration.  Anyway, she sent me random e-cards all month long.  It was awesome.

Next, my FIL and MIL Robin sent me a lovely birthday check.

Money is ALWAYS an appreciated gift!!!  I went shopping with that money and even still have some of it keeping my pocket book warm.

Then our oldest daughter sent me an e-gift card for DeBrand.  DeBrand is ONLY the very best chocolate on the planet.

I am doling it out to myself very slowly in order to savor every single bite.
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Today was the apex of my celebrations - - - the big birthday bash itself.

Our friends Bill and Eloise (pronounced E - Lois) went with us to Stevens Point.  First we shopped, I did most of the shopping - - -
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Eloise gave me birthday treasures like this stinkin' cute snowman boots and britches coffee mug.
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Then we ate.

NO birthday bash is complete without delectable food.

I had shrimp tacos from Chili's.
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Fisherhubby had Chicken California flatbread.

In Wisconsin no less.

He hates avocados, so I got to eat all of his.

SCORE!!
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And this is my birthday shopping haul.
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Which ever shall I wear first????

I don't have any idea - - - but I've only got a few hours to decide 'cause I'm definitely wearing ONE of them to church in the morning.
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This part has precious little to do with my birthday or its bash, but since I've been so blog challenged lately, I want to throw it in here.

It is, of course, a Fisherhubby funny.
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The man bought himself two remote control helicopters for Christmas.

Two.

I guess one wasn't enough.

Anyway - - - he's been working hard to train himself to fly them.

This more often than not results in collisions with the ceiling and other household objects - - - INCLUDING my forehead a while ago.  OUCH.

But I digressed.

The collisions with the ceiling are knocking off tiny bits of styrofoam texture, which are transported all over the house via the air vents.

This makes for extra dusting work for our wonderful cleaning fairies.  So just look what they left posted near the ceiling over the helipad:
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Never a dull moment around here!!
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Today I'm joining Unknown Mami
For Sundays in My City.
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My city is Wisconsin Rapids, Wisconsin

Thanks for joining me today and now
Please hurry over to Unknown Mami's to see
What's happening in other cities around blogland.

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Friday, January 3, 2014

"Hello, My Name is Keetha" Friday Frags

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Hello, Remember me??  My name is Keetha and I used to be addicted to blogging.

I've resurrected my blogging habbit enough to join all my old bloggy buddies over at Mrs. 4444's place for Friday Fragments where we can unload the bits and pieces in our minds AND make our confessions.  

Er hmmmmm. 

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* * * * * * Bloggy Blues * * * * * * 
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(photo from problogger.net)
First, let's address this "issue" I seem to be having with blogging.

I'm choosing to call it the blogging blues.
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(photo from shoestringmarketinguniversity.com)
You see, I don't KNOW why I've been in absentia from blogland for so long.

I am well.  I am happy.  I am busy.

I have plenty of fodder, but little imagination or creativity and positively NO DRIVE to "get R done" when it comes to my blog.

You are all great.  I miss hearing from and about you on a regular basis.

So - - - to answer all of your kind SOS emails which asked if I was all right and what in the blue blazes was WRONG with me and my blogging, here's my answer:

I DON'T KNOW.

I'm not going to be foolish enough to PROMISE that my blogging blues are now over and that I'll be back cranking out a post or more a day like I did for over 7 years.

But I will say this:  I have no intention of tearing my blog down and from time to time I will post.  Any of you that don't TOTALLY give up on me, will again find my "wit and humor" (if I have any of that) here.

Think of it as potential for a surprise.  Phhhht

Thanks for caring.
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* * * * * * Family Time * * * * * * 
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We were very blessed during November to have two chances to be with our family.

First we made an unplanned, unexpected trip to Indiana where we were able to see all four of our children, three spouses, my dad, our grans, AND the two granpuppies.

At the Cracker Barrel dinner pictured above, all of us except our youngest daughter and her hubby and their two puppies enjoyed an evening together.
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At Thanksgiving, three of our children, two spouses, one girlfriend, my dad, two grans and two gran puppies all piled into this little duplex with us for the holiday.
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Oh what a time we had!!!

There was eating.  Lots of eating.  Too much eating.

There was game playing.

There was laughing.

There was NO fighting or crying.

It was awesome.
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Christmas came at Thanksgiving for the grans this year so we could all be together when they opened their gifts.
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* * * * * * Dreaded 6 - 0 * * * * * *
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Someone in this immediate household had one of those dreaded decade changing birthdays on December  30.

That's right folks, she is now officially OLD.

A granny.

Kin to the dinosaurs.
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But still and all, I'm PRETTY SURE good old dad REALLY meant to send THIS particular card Sister Pam!!

;-)
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* * * * * * Fisherhubby Antics * * * * * *
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I'm pretty sure one of the best of my blogging topics comes to me free and clear of charge via my very own Fisherhubby.

He just CAN'T resist performing various and sundry antics - - - including wearing his ski hat indoors on a long winter's eve.
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He's SUCH a kid at heart.  When a recent gift arrived in the mail, he was far more interested in the bubble wrap than in the gift itself.

I, on the other hand, went STRAIGHT for the chocolate.
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The other day he said he was going out to get a new bird feeder.

I envisioned something MUCH smaller.

Then the "fun" ensued as he tried, masterfully, to figure out how to use it WITHOUT reading the directions.

The box said, "easy to open."  I dare not tell you how long it took him to figure it out. 

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For Christmas he purchased himself TWO remote control helicopters.

Now, he "sends himself" to his room at regular intervals for flying instructions, self taught of course.

He says his instructor frequently gives him an "F" on the lesson - - - when he spikes the copter right into the ceiling and crashes it to the floor.

So far, the highest grade he's earned from his very tough instructor is a C-.

We have bits of ceiling texture Styrofoam ALL OVER the house.  If he continues to take these lessons, soon our ceilings will all be smooth.

Oh well, textured ceilings are "out" anyway.
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* * * * * * Badger Girl * * * * * *
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Bucky played in the Capital One Bowl on New Year's Day.

We were invited out to our friends' place to watch it.

I wasn't sure I wore enough Badger Bling to ensure a win.
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Also, I knew my friends didn't have ANY Badger decor, so I brought some along.

A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to ensure a win.

However, I must not have worn enough bling nor brought enough decor,  because my boys didn't win.

I'm still grieving.

Sigh.
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* * * * * * You Know You're in Wisco * * * * * * 
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When  your world is a snow globe from early December right through Spring.

Isn't it BEAUTIFUL???  No, it is NOT too cold - - - why, according to the weatherman we going to have a slightly chilly HIGH of  -14 come Monday.

I do LOVE my winters.

(BTW - that water isn't frozen simply because that is the Wisconsin River which keeps moving.  Most waters are round these parts are covered with at least 12 inches of ice.)
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You also might just be in Wisconsin if the entrance to your Supper Club is a giant beer barrel.  (Hill Top in Stevens Point, WI)

I'm just sayin'
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* * * * * * Ice Fishing * * * * * * 
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On New Year's Day, Fisherhubby would rather go out and sit on the ice than stay indoors and watch football.

This year, our little friend Jessie joined him for a spell on the ice.

We'll save how tangled Jessie's fishing line got for ANOTHER post - - - shall we??
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Fisherhubby got himself a portable two man ice palace with a built in bench and sled complete with a heater.

He has been chomping at the bit to try it out.  In fact, he is out on "The Pete" right now as I type this bloggy post, this time sans Jessie.

I think all he needs now is a colored TV and "that which I dare not mention" for fear he'll actually try to get it.  (It has to do with PULLING all this paraphernalia onto the ice.)
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He even sat on the ice outside his palatial tent for a while.  It was a balmy 4 or 5 degrees that day if I remember correctly.
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* * * * * * Lots O Joy * * * * * *
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Our lives are full.

Our hearts are fuller.

We head into 2014 with hope and a song.

Hope you are all able to do the same.
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Mommy's Idea

And that's it for this week's  
(Month's, year's??)
Edition of frags.

Please head over to Mrs. 4444's place
To check out more frags.

I'm pretty sure none of them 
Will be as slow to update as am I.

While you're there, why not join in the fun???
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