tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1304590544483403532024-03-13T06:00:45.366-05:00Twin-Cess Diaries...Welcome friends. As you can see from the title of my blog, I was blessed to be put on this earth with an identical twin sister. This is a personal account of my unique life experience as a twin. Double the trouble and double the fun. Hope you enjoy the journey.
You can also find my writings at https://hubpages.com/@minnetonkatwin where I write on a variety topics.Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.comBlogger163125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-23369760966470371782018-01-18T19:43:00.000-06:002018-01-22T22:44:24.656-06:00Vikings Tight End, Kyle Rudolph Surprises Fans at Lord Fletcher's <br />
My twin sister and I were pleasantly surprised when we went out to dinner and found ourselves in the middle of a Vikings Fan party. A dear friend of mine (Polly) had just given my sister and I a gift card to Lord Fletcher's for our birthday. We've been low on funds recently because my sister was recently laid off and she's the head of household. It was so nice to be able to get out of the house and enjoy a nice dinner without spending money. Once we found a place at the bar and settled in, we started hearing whispers about one of the Vikings players coming for a surprise visit. They wouldn't tell us which player was coming, but how exciting. We did a post on face book to let other's in our area know about the surprise visit. It wasn't long until we were getting friends and family asking if we could get autograph's for them. We didn't know this meet and greet was gonna happen, so we scrambled to figure out what we could use for autograph's. I asked the bartender if he had anything he could think of for about ten people. Like I asked a silly question, he gave me a funny look and handed me ten Viking's Koozies-The meet and greet was a blast! My sister and I were there with our friend and neighbor. We were seated in a great spot when the surprise player showed up. It was none other than tight end, Kyle Rudolph. He walked right up to us and graciously signed our beer Koozies and took photo's with us. It's one of those memories I'll never forget; especially because the Viking's are on fire right now. Please check out the link below of our three minutes of fame on our local television station, WCCO.<br />
SKOL Vikings!NFC Champions.<br />
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<br />Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-50857537202737724732017-07-25T19:41:00.000-05:002017-07-25T19:43:18.222-05:00My Dear Friend and Neighbor Contracted Legionnaires DiseaseMy friend and neighbor in my cottage community, contracted Legionnaires Disease while out of town in Bay City, Wisconsin. She and a buddy went on a three day vacation and stayed in a small cabin. The cabin was a bit run down and they noticed the air conditioner was really old and dirty. It was also situated right in front of a dirty, stagnant marshy area. My neighbor Jodie spent a lot of time in front of the air conditioner because of the high heat and humidity. Jodie's friend on the other hand, had a bad feeling about it; and stayed as far away as possible from it.. She'd go outside and take a walk when Jodie turned it on. Turns out she was right to listen to her gut and keep a safe distance from the infested unit. By the third day at the cabin, Jodie was feeling sick and went to bed very early on that last night instead of enjoying a late night bonfire. By the time she got home, she had no energy, a high fever and severe headache.<br />
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After laying in bed very sick for three days, she finally took our advice and checked into the hospital. After many test's it was confirmed that Jodi had contracted Legionnaires Disease. A severe form of pneumonia that kills 1 in 10 people that are infected. Jodi is looking at a long difficult road to recovery.<br />
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Like any of us, Jodie is deeply concerned about how she's going to pay her bills while she is recovering. Average recovery from Legionnaires Disease is 12-18 months. She relies on tips she makes selling pull tabs at two locations in Mound, Minnesota. She's already lost hundreds of dollars since coming down with the disease.<br />
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My sister set up a GoFundMe Site to help Jodie pay for her rent, monthly bills and medical bills. This could be a very long healing process for my friend and any amount of money could help her during this difficult time.<br />
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We all know our cottage friend and neighbor has a strong will and spirit that will help her survive this illness. Please pray for total healing on her left lung as her latest cat scan showed the whole lung is infected.<br />
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Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-77803901695031785872016-11-15T17:30:00.000-06:002016-11-15T17:30:19.036-06:00Super MoonCaptured this shot of the Super Moon on November 13, 2016. I used my little Canon Camera and cranked the magnification. The moon hopped all over but because I took about 20 or more shots, I eventually got a couple goodies. Hope you enjoy 😍<br />
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Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-53703731693082128932016-04-25T19:42:00.003-05:002016-04-25T19:44:26.998-05:00Chili Nacho'sI felt like I deserved a special treat after a day of many accomplishments. It was rainy and depressing out, so I did two loads of laundry and a pile of dirty dishes, plus some writing work. Here is my recipe for Chili Nacho's:<br />
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<li>1 Can Hormel Chili</li>
<li>1 Can Refried Beans</li>
<li>1 Whole Tomato</li>
<li>1/2 Bag of Shredded Cheese</li>
<li>1 Can Black Olives</li>
<li>1/2 Bag Tortilla Chips</li>
<li>1 Cup Shredded Lettuce</li>
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<li>Shred cheese onto chips</li>
<li>Heat in microwave until it melts to your liking</li>
<li>Top with diced tomatoes, black olives and shredded lettuce</li>
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Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-57894745044968796692016-03-28T21:29:00.002-05:002016-11-16T17:46:34.710-06:00Thank you Family on this Twelve Year Anniversary of my 1st Chemo Treatment<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v7_u4olyfaE/TFD3FbIsjnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/wG6u4IWrvoUeyAVsw94cWQmrpysk1CfDQ/s1600/heart%2Bdisease.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v7_u4olyfaE/TFD3FbIsjnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/wG6u4IWrvoUeyAVsw94cWQmrpysk1CfDQ/s400/heart%2Bdisease.jpg" width="254" /></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.3px;">Hi Family-just thought I'd share some priceless memories with you all. Today, 12 years ago, the Monday after Easter Sunday, I was starting chemotherapy in Minneapolis. I will never forget how nervous I was to start this part of my cancer journey after the surgery to remove the cancer. Dan-remember your upbeat motto? Cancer Free by 3:00-That simple phrase did more for me than you can ever know.</span><br />
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Shelly-you are so sweet!!! You know what makes your sister happy-My love of FOOD <img alt="Emoji" class="ecxEmoji$1F61C$AC3 ecxRenderedEmoji" src="https://a.gfx.ms/Emoji_1F61C.png" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 22.72px;" /> You motivated me that first morning of chemo by telling me you would be going to your job at 'Uptown' to pick me up turkey with mashed potatoes and gravy. I was so pumped! When you came back, I gobbled it down, thinking I was going to be one of those patients that can handle chemo like a pro. Unfortunately, I was so ill a couple days after the steroids wore off, I couldn't imagine eating such a big meal. I don't know if I ever told you Shelly, but I couldn't eat turkey with mashed potatoes and gravy for two years. Just the thought of it made me gag. Bless your soul for the thoughtful lunch that day. You gave me motivation on a very scary day. I enjoyed that meal so much before the nausea set in. I want you to know what your presence and gesture of buying me lunch that first day of chemo, meant to me. Thank you, Thank You, Thank You, Sweet Sister <img alt="Emoji" class="ecxEmoji$1F493$AB9 ecxRenderedEmoji" src="https://a.gfx.ms/Emoji_1F493.png" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 22.72px;" /></div>
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Laura-thanks for all the time you spent with me, even though you were starting a new business cleaning houses at the time. I was able to persuade you out of some of my doctor appointments so you could make some money for your family, but there was no way to talk you out of it on my first day of chemo. I thank you and your kids for all your love and support. Moving in with you and kids after my diagnosis gave me purpose and hope. I thank God I have you as a twin sister and your babies (my babies too) in my life. I honestly believe that if I wasn't sent here with you, I would not have the motivation, purpose and hope to go through the difficult journey of the cancer diagnosis. </div>
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Dan-Bless you for all the times you came over to bring me to late night doctor visits when my blood levels were affecting my health and Laura was working or had to be home with her kids. I also want to make sure you know how grateful I was/am- before I knew I had cancer that you came over and brought me to your house. I had been incredibly anxious all day and didn't know what was wrong with me. I couldn't sit down and was pacing about my apartment. You and Daren came over and brought me to your house. After trying many tricks to settle me down, including hopping in your hot tub, you couldn't watch me suffer anymore and decided to bring me to E.R.-I want you to know that the decision you made to bring me in, started the whole process of ma<img alt="Emoji" class="ecxEmoji$1F493$AB9 ecxRenderedEmoji" src="https://a.gfx.ms/Emoji_1F493.png" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 22.72px;" /><br />
king me realize that something was very wrong with me. I know you are another piece of why I am writing this email after twelve years of being diagnosed. Thank you dear brother </div>
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P.S.-My dear Laura, Shelly and Dan-I want you all to know after twelve years, that I know God gave you each a special job to help me heal and get through that scary time. You all shared your individual gifts with me, and I can never thank you all enough. There are just No Words. Please know how much your love in action meant to me. I will Never Forget it!</div>
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Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-74476358527722088992016-01-05T14:01:00.001-06:002016-01-05T14:01:06.101-06:00Corn Beef Hash and Eggs RecipeI woke up this morning with a hankering for corn beef hash and eggs. If you've never tried corn beef hash, you need to make it your new years resolution. I got hooked on it in my childhood because my dad always had plenty of cans of it in the pantry. <br />
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You can eat corn beef hash 'as is' right from the can (heated up of course) but my recipe adds a little kick to it. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.<br />
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<strong>3-Tablespoons Margarine or Butter</strong><br />
<strong>1-Clove Garlic (Minced)</strong><br />
<strong>1/4-C Onion (Diced)</strong><br />
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<strong>Enjoy!</strong>Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-20136739616746564792015-10-28T17:13:00.000-05:002015-10-28T17:27:24.985-05:00Seeing Oncologist on News Brings up Mixed Emotions<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I was taken by surprise when I looked up and saw my past oncologist on the news today. I'm feeling mixed emotions after watching Dr. Leach's interview about the rise in lung cancer. It doesn't matter that I'm eleven years cancer free; seeing his face again brings me right back to those horrendous, first five years of surviving lung cancer. <br />
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Those first five years were the hardest... Aside from the difficult challenges of lung cancer treatments, which included: surgery to remove the tumor, aggressive chemotherapy and radiation; I was keenly aware that my odds of surviving the disease, were very low (20-25%). Thanks to my faith in God and love and support from friends and family, I was grateful to make it through the treatment regiments and begin the long road to recovery. <br />
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She currently works as Volunteer Director for Ebenezer Senior Housing but has held this position for the last eleven years. She's also a well polished speaker, talented writer, photographer, et cetera. Her latest endeavor was a recent television debut on Comcast Newsmakers. This television segment features leaders in the professional community who talk about their cause and mission. <br />
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It was a very exciting day for my twin sister- When she arrived, they whisked her to a back room (dubbed the spa room) where they applied make-up and styled her hair. She felt like a movie star with the pampering and special treatment she received. <br />
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My sister and I were chatting with a couple buddies when two handsome, thirty-something men walked up to us. They introduced themselves as "twin brothers, Bryan and Dan." It was one of those fun, unexpected surprises on a Friday night. It's not often you meet another set of twins when your out on the town.<br />
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My twin sister and I won free tickets to hear 'George Ezra' in 'Studio C' in St. Louis Park, Minnesota. As music lovers, we try to sign up for as many 'Studio C' performances as possible. We've heard some pretty incredible acts over the years, but George was not only extremely talented, he was genuinely refreshing. Guitar in hand and answering a swath of questions from a Cities- 97 DJ, he came off like the boy next door. Down to earth and making jokes with the studio audience, made it feel like we were sitting at a buddy's house- shooting the breeze and listening to him jam. Add to this; he's a handsome blond with an English accent which makes him exceptionally appealing and charming.<br />
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'George Ezra', (blues-folk-rock singer) not to be confused with 'Better Than Ezra' (alternative rock band) was born June 7, 1993 in Hertford, England. His singing career began in 2013 and recently sky rocketed after the release of his hit single, 'Budapest'. This hit song was one of two he played live in Studio C. It was also one of the songs he sang recently on Saturday Night Live. His soulful voice catches you off guard a bit. You swear your hearing someone twice his age with his bluesy style of music.<br />
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Were all going to hear a lot more from this talented, young singer/songwriter. He's on his way to great success in the music world. He's been compared to other new and upcoming artist's like; British singer, Sam Smith-Australian singer, Vance Joy-Irish singer, Hozier, and others making names for themselves.<br />
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Once in the house, I headed straight to the medicine cabinet and downed a couple Advil's. I sat on my recliner and did some self-assessment. After ruminating about all the terrible things that could come with a hard fall, I decided to call the nurse line and see if they thought I should get checked out. The nurse listened to my story and told me to go straight to E.R.<br />
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I felt bad having to call my twin sister at work, but the nurse advised me not to drive. I guess it made a lot of sense. At this point I could barely turn my neck left or right, and there was a chance I may have suffered a concussion. I was grateful to reach my sister right away. I told her what happened and asked if she could bring me to the emergency room. I was really lucky she was able to juggle her schedule around to help me out.<br />
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The new ER clinic in town is state of the art. I was greeted by a woman holding a notebook computer. She took down all the needed information and I was immediately brought back to a room. The doctor listened to my story and then did a bunch of muscle tests. The prognosis: "a sprained spine." In layman's terms, it basically means I had a bad fall. She suggested I make an appointment for a massage and sent me home with a prescription for a muscle relaxer.<br />
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My sister eagerly greeted me as I made my way into the lobby. "are you gonna be alright?" she asked. "No worries" I said. "I'll be a little sore for awhile, but thank Goodness Bumbles Bounce"<br />
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Why the procrastination you ask? As a cancer survivor, you always worry the cancer is going to return. I don't care how optimistic and hopeful you are. Worry is part of the 'new normal' of life. It doesn't matter how good I look or feel, that little voice inside my head has a negative attitude. Truth be told, every time I have to face results of a scan, I'm scared to death. I think other cancer survivor's can understand me when I say, facing results is <b><i>horrifying</i></b>. Most people don't have to think about their mortality the same way a cancer survivor does. Top off the fear factor with a worrisome scan, and your adding fuel to the 'already' blazing fire.<br />
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Last year was one of those scary scans that brought me to my knee's. The scan revealed two small spots on my right lung. (The same lung that had cancer removed in 2004). I've had worrisome scans before, but for some reason I couldn't shake the feeling the cancer had returned.<br />
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Sweat beads multiply on my forehead as I Sit--Waiting--for the Reaper. She comes in and asks, "what are you so worried about? your scan is beautiful." "Not only are the two spots gone, she says with a smirk, you've graduated to yearly scans for maintenance."<br />
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I left her office- Thursday, January 29, 2015-nearly skipping-head held high. On this day- the negative voices in my head are silenced as I strut down the hallway of the hospital.<br />
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I feel like such a fuddy duddy. This is the first year I can remember not making it until midnight on New Years Eve. It's tradition for my twin sister and I to watch "Dick Clark's Rockin Eve." We put out a delicious buffet of finger foods for the festive evening. We graze on the food throughout the night as we watch incredible musical performances on t.v. before and after the ball drops,<br />
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I had every intention of sticking to my holiday routine, but my body had other plans. The fun started when my sister, niece and I, went out to lunch at a local Mexican Restaurant. We filled up on delicious tortilla chips, sour cream and salsa. For lunch we had combination platters of enchilada's and re-fried beans. I definitely ate too much and felt a little uncomfortable.<br />
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I had been sick with the flu for fourteen days by the time New Years Eve rolled around. I just had a little cough left but was told by my doctor that I was no longer contagious. Since my energy was back, my sister and I decided to go down the street to a charming bar and restaurant for some cocktails. I should have known my immune system better after being sick, to tap her cool. I had around five beers throughout our stay, which hit me like a ton of bricks.<br />
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By the time sis and I came home around 8:30 P.M., I was exhausted! I tried to watch some of "Dick Clark's Rockin Eve" but couldn't keep my eyes open. I felt so disappointed and a little guilty for pooping out so early on my sister. She says she still had a great time watching the show and nibbling on appetizers, but I know it wasn't the same. I apologized profusely as I made my way upstairs to my bedroom.<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">It's hard to believe Christmas of 2014 is already over. I barely had a chance to enjoy it and now it's only a memory.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Every year my sister and I throw our annual Christmas Eve celebration at our home. Getting prepared for the party is as special as the actual gathering. Cleaning the house, grocery shopping, recipe's to prepare, and all those last minute errands. The hectic hustling and bustling is a big part of the charm that gets me in the Christmas spirit every year. How is it then that I missed all of these ritualistic traditions, but still found the magic of the season?</span><br />
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It's a night I will never forget and forever cherish. My dear friend Steve- pictured on the right, came into town recently to perform at a local music venue. Steve plays keyboards and sings back-up vocals for the 70's band, "Sweet."<br />
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If your scratching your head saying, "the Sweet band sounds so familiar," allow me to refresh your memory. The "Sweet" was a British Rock band that formed in 1968. They rose to worldwide fame in the 1970's and had several hits. Some of their well known songs were: Ballroom Blitz, Fox on the Run, Little Willy, and Love is Like Oxygen.<br />
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Early on, the "Sweet" played mostly glam rock and pop music. Later in their career they would be known more for their hard rock and heavy metal music.<br />
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This is the "Sweet" at the height of their career in the mid 1970's. Clockwise from top left: Steve Priest, Brian Connolly, Mick Tucker, and Andy Scott.<br />
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Since the mid 1980's, the group has had different versions of the "Sweet" Band. Currently, the two surviving members of the original group are Steve Priest and Andy Scott. Scott's revised band plays throughout the UK, and Priest's band plays in the U.S. My friend Steve (called Stevie to avoid confusion) plays keyboards for Steve Priest's U.S. band.<br />
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The three men pictured above, were some of the original members of a popular local band called 'Bacchus' in the late 70's-early 80's. A deep void was felt by all of us that night with the passing of my brother David in 2002. David was a talented singer and guitarist for 'Bacchus.' We know he was there in spirit to see his best friend Steve, perform with the "Sweet."<br />
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It was a blessing that our dear friend Steve came into town. It was a great opportunity for old friends to get together and talk about old times. There were a lot of laughs, many old stories, and a great amount of love and healing. I will never forget it.<br />
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<br />Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-3055531996505489882014-03-17T13:53:00.000-05:002014-03-20T14:24:14.987-05:00A Touching St. Patrick's Day Tale<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;"><b><i>There once was a girl named Linda Lou. She was born with a hole in her heart and would eventually have open heart surgery, but she didn't let that bring her down. She had a identical twin sister, Laura Lee, that always made her smile and get her through the hard times. After she had open heart surgery, her loving sister had a big party for her in the cafeteria at school. Linda Lou could not believe how many presents she received, or all the friends that seemed to care about her.</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; line-height: normal;"><b><i>When Linda Lou turned 39, she tragically lost her brother David at the young age of 40 from an overdose of drugs and alcohol. He lived one year more than his dear mother. At the same time, Linda Lou's twin sister filed for divorce from a very abusive and controlling man. It was scary for her because he told lots of lies to her friends and family and tried to get people to go against her. Thankfully, Laura Lee had Linda Lou to lean on. They had made it through difficult times in the past and would make it through this painful chapter in life too.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; line-height: normal;"><b><i>Linda Lou and Laura Lee were thrilled when they made 39 and 40 because of the death of their mother and brother at these respective ages. They were now breathing easier and living happier than ever before. Why not, they had dodged the curse of dying young. Linda Lou and Laura Lee had a new skip in their step and looked to the future with great optimism and hope.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; line-height: normal;"><b><i>Sadly, One month after Linda Lou and Laura Lee turned 41, Linda Lou was diagnosed with the dreadful disease of lung cancer, even though she had never been a smoker. It was the scariest time in the twins' life because they both loved each other so much that neither of them could imagine living life without the other. The doctor's gave Linda Lou a 20-25% chance of surviving five years from this disease. The hospital chaplain even paid Linda Lou a visit and said a prayer with her. Linda Lou and Laura Lee cried a lot and prayed for God's mercy to save her from this demise and the curse of dying young that had so plagued their family. Laura Lee asked Linda Lou to move in with her and her two children so they could take good care of her and give her lots of love to make her better.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; line-height: normal;"><b><i>Laura Lee had a big party for Linda Lou on her five year mile-stone of being cancer-free. She invited all Linda Lou's best friends for appetizers at the house and rented a big, black limousine to bring them to all the local haunts to celebrate the big day. Linda Lou and her friends danced, sang karaoke and celebrated late into the night. It was a night Linda will never forget as long as she lives. </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; line-height: normal;"><b><i>Happily, Linda Lou beat the odds and has made it well past the five year statistical marker of survival. If you want to find her, she will be out celebrating her ten year cancer free anniversary with her best friend, Laura Lee. Because Linda Lou had the cancer removed on St. Patrick's Day in 2004, she will be eating corn beef and cabbage, doing the Irish Jig and Singing Irish songs today. Oh, and she will be telling all the world how grateful she is to be alive and how the love of her best friend and twin sister, Laura Lee, made all the difference for her. The love and support Laura and Laura's two kids showered her with, gave Linda the hope and motivation to get through the scary times and worrisome cat scans. </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; line-height: normal;"><b><i>Thank you Laura Lee for loving me and always being there when I need you. You and I were meant to be put on this earth together.</i></b></span></div>
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Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-33288355509315318952014-02-21T17:42:00.001-06:002014-02-27T13:57:27.812-06:00My Journal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Your possibilities are endless<br />
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Tempting and seducing<br />
my muse I cannot fight<br />
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Meeting the Bar-<br />
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<br />Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-30442649597606117562014-02-15T18:12:00.000-06:002014-02-15T22:04:23.626-06:00Valentine's Day Haiku<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My Valentine's Day...<br />
Grocery Shop and clean house<br />
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Time for Asian lunch<br />
With my best friend~ the twin sis<br />
Sat in dining room<br />
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Deep conversation, until...<br />
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Man behind curtain<br />
Bellied up at bar in back<br />
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Loudly singing her praises<br />
She's tonic and gin<br />
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Coming Off the Sugar High-(A- not-so-Traditional Valentine)<br />
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This has been a crazy winter in Minnesota. This is the fourth time school's have been cancelled due to the frigid, dangerous, cold temperatures. It looks like schools will be closed again tomorrow as well. With this difficult weather comes a lot of frustration. Parent's have to figure out child care with their children staying home. In most cases, one parent has to stay home from work which means using vacation time or personal time. With this crazy winter weather, the time off is starting to really rack up.<br />
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As I write this, my sister and I are stuck in our home because we can't get the car up the steep driveway. Our snow plow man wouldn't even come out in this weather to clear the snow. He said it made no sense to come plow in these blizzard conditions while the snow is blowing all over. He'll come over when things calm down a bit.</div>
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My poor dogs are having a hard time making it outside long enough to do their duty. We run out, get it done and run back in. Usually the dogs are picking up one of their paws as they relieve themselves. It's so sad.<br />
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We are all suffering from cabin fever from being stuck in the house. It's important to think of things to do to keep from getting really down and depressed.Whether it's the pets or the people, we are sick and tired of this long winter.</div>
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Now you understand why we hardy Minnesotan's are ready for spring. What I wouldn't do to be sitting on a tropical beach, sipping a refreshing cocktail with the warm sun on my face and the sound of ocean waves hitting the shore. I can only dream for now.<br />
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Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-55614654052072783352014-01-22T22:10:00.001-06:002014-04-11T19:50:09.567-05:00The Colorless Canvas<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Like lonely artist with tree </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">branches sketched </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the memories of him stay f-o-r-e-v-e-r etched</span><br />
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She watches as light begins fading away<br />
and whispers of him lead her spirit astray<br />
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Frigid dark branches have nothing to lose<br />
just as the lover who misses her muse<br />
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The pain of staring at his empty canvas<br />
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<br />Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-75308795665284669992014-01-12T00:26:00.001-06:002014-01-28T21:26:02.233-06:00Happy Birthday Dad<br />
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Even after sixteen long years<br />
missing you still brings me to tears<br />
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A piece of me died that October day<br />
when angels guided you far far away<br />
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I'm sure mom was there to welcome you home<br />
in the place where God and celestial's roam<br />
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I know our time on earth is but brief<br />
and seeing you again will bring me relief<br />
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Being your daughter was truly the best<br />
our reunion on high will be a love fest<br />
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Until then dad, I bid you adieu<br />
and wish a heart felt 'happy birthday' to you<br />
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<br />Linda Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387405429395292887noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130459054448340353.post-64247770164369645912013-12-04T23:12:00.000-06:002013-12-06T19:40:38.315-06:00Twin-Cess-Diaries Records the Thrilling Release of Mysterious and MiraculousIt's been a very exciting week for those of us involved with the Book Series of Mysterious and Miraculous. After a labor of love from hard working scribes, editors, photographers and publishers, I am thrilled to announce the release of Mysterious and Miraculous, Book II.<br />
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This book series is intriguing to say the least. Several writers share their true stories of the mystical, mysterious and miraculous. Each series (1 & 2) - consist of twelve true stories and experiences that have forever transformed the life of the author and those close to them.<br />
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This review is a glimpse into the soul of Mysterious and Miraculous. Can you remember a time in your life when your perception of reality was shaken to the core? The stories you will read here will fill you with awe, inspiration, hope, and spiritual healing.<br />
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Last, but certainly not least, I would like to thank the exceptional team that made this book series possible. Through their hard work, passion and dedication to this endeavor, this legacy of stories will continue.<br />
A special thanks to Michael Friedman of Mockingbird Books Publishing, Angelia Phillips, Gail Sobotkin, Maria Jordan of Marcoujor's Musings, and Alicia Jaye Phillips of Sibling Synergy, as well as all the talented authors and contributors.<br />
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* 70% of the Proceeds from the book will go to Support Homeless Veterans Organization.<br />
*E-Books can be purchased at: <a href="http://storykeepers.weebly.com/book-shoppe.html">http://storykeepers.weebly.com/book-shoppe.html</a> or Amazon.com<br />
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