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June 03, 2008



Just wanted to let you know that I'm thinking of Annika and you all. Also, if you want to you can tell Frankie that I once found 36 ticks all in one go on Arthur's daddy Mike. They were very small ones. x


Moreena, thanks for the update. I'll continue to keep you in my thoughts and prayers.

I have a tick story for Frankie.

When I was just a little bit younger than Frankie, I shared a bedroom with my sister, who was just a little bit older than me.

One morning I found a tick on my arm. I did not know what to do with it, but I knew I wanted it off my arm. So, I pulled it off and put it on my sister.

This is not an act that should be repeated.

I hope the tick bite gets a cool band-aid while it gets better.


Thinking of Annika and all of you - love and best wishes for this great kid of yours (safing bugs regardless of the situation).


I'm really sorry the camping trip went like this. Geez. You all remain in my prayers, Moreena.

Rev. Dr. Mom

Ticks must feel like an almost welcome diversion at this point....

Prayers and good wishes coming your way.


One step at a time, one day at a time.



Just another in the Greek chorus hoping and praying.


I lurk- I pray.


Another one out here, thinking of you all (and even the ticks).

Jenn D

Another lurker delurking to send positive vibes over the net.

We have had a couple of traumatic tick attacks in our family so far this spring, I'm sure my daughter could sympathize at length with Miss Frankie.


I'm adding my good vibes to the pile for you and the family.

And...Ticks? Yech!

Liz Miller

Thinking of you all and praying.

And I hate ticks. Hate them all. Except for one. The Tick (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112196/)

Liz Miller

Sorry...that link was broken. Here's the real one


Anni is amazing, and you too. How I wish you wouldn't have to be.

Jozet at Halushki

Hey. Big positive thoughts being sent out over through the universe as well as through the Intertubes. If I could send real hugs, I would. Many of them.

As for ticks, I'd love to hear that story as Ms. Frankie would tell it. I'm sure that I'd be rapt, disgusted, and at the same time, trying to hold back the laughs. Uh, I mean, dramatic reactions. ;-)


I haven't commented in ages... but still reading... and definitely sending good thoughts your way.

Tomas (Anni's age) was saying "ditch" over and over again the other night as we had passed a recently dug one... then started changing the first letter of the word until he worked his way to "b!tch". "What did you just say?" I wasn't sure if he was playing with me (knowing it was a bad word but trying to find a way to say it with it sounding accidental). He was truly clueless... but sounded so funny as he loudly repeated (in public, mind you) "b!tch".

And then there's "the finger". Someone at school told him the finger was bad... which I confirmed... so now he spends a lot of time saying "Sister is showing me her middle finger!" (His sister is about Frankie's age.) Aah, good times with bad words.

Keep us posted.


Also lurking and praying.


Good luck and God bless. I'm sending good vibes your way.



Also, Anni reminds me a little bit of Scout Finch with her "pass the damn peas!"


I am here in NY hoping that the heart cath happens soon, and its results are good.

I want to be like you when I grow up.


Oh, God. I hadn't been here in a while and I had no idea. I'm so sorry Annika's sick.


I'm so sorry that you had to leave a camping trip in those circumstances - typical unfair timing. Are you not allowed to get a break? I am focussing my hope on a best case scenario diagnosis for Annika. I am so sorry for the amount of parental panic you must be feeling right now. It is not right that you should have to go through that but I'm wishing things change that you find yourselves in a better place again soon.
Take care, thinking of you always,




Just dropping in to say that as a new week begins we are all praying for Anni here...I've shared some of her story with my new congregation, where there are lots of people who really believe in prayer. They're still praying at the old church too.
Hugs and blessings


Thanks, all, for the tick stories! Funny!

Yes, we're all doing fine. Anni's got some weird new symptoms, and I've been busy being overwhelmed, angry, and sad. Not always all at once, though.

Today is a "party," and tonight I catch up on work, and then...an update. I hope.

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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