Meg Ryan has a Twin

So which one is Meg Ryan huh? Does she really have a twin? I think so.
I was going to do this blog post yesterday but then the good news arrived regarding "The arrest of the people that conspired to murder Tamara's Father when she was a small child. (Previous Post)She grew up without the adoring love of a Father all her life. Beyond that, I just think it is amazing how much she and Meg Ryan look alike. Well, Tamara has a prettier nose is all....I shall go find some more pics for viewing and analyzing. Fun isn't it? Nothing else to say right now. Just wanted the public to see the remarkable resemblance. I look like a famous movie star too. Oh sure you want to know which one huh? Well I am not telling today, anyway. LOL By the way, she is married to my son Chad. They are truly pretty people, Meg, Tamara, and Chad......ya think? Me too.

http://www.madison.com/wsj/home/local/index.php?ntid=304379

George Killed Billy Miller

Well where do I start? I did a post on my blog about my daughter-in-laws Father's murder and how it had never been solved. Well it has! 37 years later almost to the day. I am absolutely in awe of this occurrence and absolutely thankful. I have known Tamara Miller Hull for many years and have always known her wish to find her father's murderer. So here we are today September 9, 2008 and it is done. Amen...... An eye witness comes forward. Why now? Fear of being harmed before and now with enough evidence and back up the fear dissipates. I do not wish to say too much due to the case being tried at present. The murderer was a Sheriff duh...I would have been terrified to talk myself. He already killed once, why not again? I will link you to this story shortly. I cant imagine the emotions going on with this family. Yet what a wonderful thing that has happened here today .......a solved crime, peace in the beyond. Wow. Isn't this called HOPE and isn't this called MIRACLES HAPPEN. This is a photo of Billy, and those twins I write about are his Grandchildren as well as mine. I wish I could have know the other Grandfather to my Grandchildren. I think I would have liked him. My daughter-in-law looks like him, and her son Tyler looks even more like him. We miss him and I hope he knows it. How dare these lovers snuff out his beautiful life? I called a prayer group in Muskogee Oklahoma and these twelve women prayed for the hidden things to be made known and whalla, there were. Thank you God! There aren't enough earthly words for this thank you..... I believe it is a supernatural answer to many years of prayer.......... Rest in Peace William Billy Miller and may your pain be turned to blessings for your offspring and theirs. We all love your children and Grandchildren for you as best we can. IN YOUR HONOR we bless this day, week, year..........


This is Billy's daughter Tamara, my daughter by marriage.....

A New Way Of Dressing Chickens

I have twin Granddaughters. Need I say more? They were visiting their Great Grandmother MaMe and PaPa Joe on the farm when they disappeared for a short time. Upon finding the twins Great Grandma and Grandpa found more than they bargained for. The girls had dressed the Chickens! In the old days dressing chickens was a whole nother story... eeewww. This is much better and the chickens don't seem to mind either. In fact one of them went to school for show and tell last year. By the way the little blue dress on number two Miss Chicken belonged to Lindsay, my 19 year old daughter when she was little! And the blanket in the wagon, under said chickens was my son Cody's baby blanket and he will be 30 this year. I did make a phone call to the farm.....regarding Cody's baby blanket that is supposed to be packed away in the "Infamous Grainery," (a couple blogs back) for someday when/if he has a child. I am wondering how that got out and into the wagon under dressed chickens??? Interesting though. Hopefully the animal rights activists for chickens wont find this little blog. Yet its a much better life for these chickens then what I have heard about on those big chicken farms. Our chickens are farm fed, no antibiotics, free range and beautifully dressed!

Photo is the 19 year old daughter at age 19 and age 3 with the Chicken dress on!

I Found the Green Paper Money

This is Happy Diane! I found the lost green paper. How can green paper cause so many good and bad things in life. Green Paper!

The money was on the floor between four picture frames. Just an inch of the envelope sticking out from under. No reason for it to be there. I am not going to examine or analyze it. I am just thankful I got it back. Even though Green Paper is much more important than it should be.......I love/like it and need it just like everyyone. I am Happy Diane and will work on being Happy Diane even if I lose something important again. And I will try to stay out of the dumpsters.

photo compliments of Diane's 1.3pix WebCam

Dumpster Diving

I guess it has to be I that lost the envelope containing $155.00 in twenty's, a ten and a five. Now that is not a lightweight envelope that could fall out of my purse. So I backtracked in my mind where I went that day, like the Library, the drugstore, the Hospice Thrift Shop, Old Navy and home. Why would I remove an envelope I put deep into the well of my bag called a purse? (Because the money was for someone else by the way) I realize this blog post does not carry much depth like some of the past ones, but that dumpster I decided to check on was plenty deep. After shedding a few tears that if named would be called "pissed off," sad, and tired tears. Thinking of how hard I worked for that $155.00 Wha Wha, and what a great deal I thought I got at the Hospice Thrift Store which now puts me in a new kind of hole. I have checked all the drawers in the house, cleaned out the car, taken my trusty little step ladder we all have one, down to the dumpster room all the time having good thoughts and great hopes of finding the envelope filled with money. I open the heavy door and the aroma is less than magnificent. I deal. Walk over to the one of four huge green containers and slightly touch it. I suspect I was de-sensitizing myself slowly. Did it do any good? Nope. I pulled it away from the wall, lifted and propped the huge lid against the cold cement gray wall and then climbed up the steps and peered down into a vessel of stench. I removed two large bags, then spotted what I thought were "my bags." I bent over the edge and leaned in when suddenly the earth felt like it was moving....oh my God don't let the lid fall on me! The darn thing had started rolling. Then my thoughts raced to, "What if someone walks in on this 8 X 10 glossy?" Well I will just tell them, "No I am not hungry, I lost a packet of cash money and this is the length I will go for it to be in my possession once again." Then thinking the person or persons who didn't really walk in didn't want to hear all that anyway. Coffee grounds, spoiled chocolate milk, doggie pee pads, old cat food, and last but not least, used kitty litter, but no bank envelope holding my money! Now I have moved onto extra sensory and paranormal candle burning to see if my dead Grandma will tell me where the H my money is. So far she hasn't come forth. The good news is: I have more money where that came from so I need to relax.

photo from www.planebuzz.com/Inspirational

The Infamous Grainery

The infamous Grainery is a smaller square building at the old family farm. There is a basement that was used for many years as a Tobacco Stripping area. That means we used to strip each individual leaf off a tobacco plant stalk. Long tedious work. Dad would build a fire and stand for hours only to get several thousand dollars at the end of a long hard working year. That was the way of the old American Tobacco farms in Wisconsin. Just in case my family reads this someday I will tell you I wasn't so good at the long hard labor part of it. We moved from big city Austin Texas to little awful farm with bugs and no bathroom when I was a teen. So rebellion was my middle name. So enough of that for now. Back to the infamous Grainery that houses itself just outside the main house and fifteen feet from the main house garage. It has a nice white coat of paint on it and no broken windows. A solid floor, solid roof with no leaks and a new door that looks like it may have come from a church. And since the farm no longer raises tobacco it sat empty for many years besides Daniel (my eldest son's) car parts and old tires.....and Grandpa's two by fours, paints, old barn windows, solid wood doors, and fertilizers. Then one day I discovered it in all its un-glory. Anything I had left over went under its roof. Christmas decorations, Easter, Halloween, Winter clothes in Summer and vice verse. Beds the kids outgrew, old family albums, bins of all five's schoolwork and self portraits from Junior High. Their tech ed projects, my projects, toys, their first blankee's and stuffed animals. First dolls. Special clothes like Harley Leather Jacket and H.S. Footballs, and baseball bats from little league and boys little tin boxes with special prom boutaneers (sp)and girlfriend love letters. Canoe racing awards, ski's, snowboards, an old rocking chair, a new one. Family photos from years gone by never to be seen again except in the infamous grainery. Clothes I will never get into again but wont admit it! Plaques and gold statues from winning awards in the days of youthful vibrant sales. The Grainery is like one of those grand Grannie attics. Today I suggested to the old folks that we fix her up. We put some insulation and dry wall up....repair the chimney, sand the rustic wood floors, add a few plugs, paint and move on in. What a great place to rent out or have on hand should a family member be in need for whatever reason. Then we could move onto the barn and turn it into a novelty gift shop. That wont work, my Mother is a junk shop lover. Oh God! Forget the whole thing and leave it as is. The Infamous Grainery full of my life treasures. By the way I am not old, the Grainery is!Oh Crap I forgot there is not toilet in there, but the old outhouse stands right next to it with Sears Catalog sitting there just in case. This really is the original outhouse I am speaking of... and my son and I in front of THE GRAINERY in middle photo.

top photo from www.mainepuzzles.com/Images/Nostalgic-Jigsaw-Puzzles/6175

Michelle's Little Finger

It does not matter to me if you are Democrat or Republican. And it does not matter to me how you play "your" games to win. But it does matter to me who runs the country I was raised in and the country my ancestor's came to live in and stand by. Yet from all I have listened to, read, and watched...........Michelle has more class and intelligence and charisma in her little finger than what's her name from Alaska who wants to be seen as a Pit Bull and whose husband wants to be known as First Dude. Humm, The Pit Bull and First Dude.

I am so embarrassed at this lack of class and lack of honor and lack of honesty. No wonder we aren't number one anymore. Someone messed with the rules and when that



happens confusion sets in all around the board, in turn calling out every "good" wolf in sheep's clothing to make his/her own rules with no one paying enough attention to halt it or knowing how to. The wolf is big. Yet it is soooo simple. Do YOU want the Harvard Graduate who seems honest and trustworthy? And is half white which I never hear..........

Or the Old Man with his side-kick Pit Bull and her First Dude?
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