Jane Jansen @suweetpea - Twitter Profile

@MastrXYZ We have 2 dogs, 8 cats total. Our 19 year old cat is the oldest one. I will be devastated when one of them crosses the rainbow bridge. All this to say I hear you. I’m sorry you are having to go through this.

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@future_vision_x Her life.

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@clandjarin4ever I’m from the USA and I loved it! I don’t see why it’s not a big ticket movie!

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@BORReport I loved it! I would love to see it again!

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11 days ago

@PJaccetturo This was amazing! Yeah i definitely want to see the movie already! I wish you success! Oh man i love this kind of stuff.

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23 days ago

@SajidaK47155 Happy Birthday! Wishing you many more years! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

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The Husky

@Mr_Husky1

24 days ago

Remember the guy who wouldn't take the flag pole down on his Virginia property awhile back? You might remember the news story several months ago about a crotchety old man in Virginia who defied his local Homeowners Association and refused to take down the flag pole on his property along with the large American flag he flew on it. Now we learn who that old man was. On June 15, 1919, Van T. Barfoot was born in Edinburg, Texas . That probably didn't make news back then. But twenty five years later, on May 23, 1944, near Cyrano, Italy, That same Van T. Barfoot, who had in 1940 enlisted in the U.S. Army, set out alone to flank German machine gun positions from which gunfire was raining down on his fellow soldiers. His advance took him through a minefield but having done so, he proceeded to single-handedly take out three enemy machine gun positions, returning with 17 prisoners of war. And if that weren’t enough for a day's work, he later took on and destroyed three German tanks sent to retake the machine gun positions. That probably didn’t make much news either, given the scope of the war, but it did earn Van T. Barfoot, who retired as a Colonel after also serving In Korea and Vietnam , a well deserved Congressional Medal of Honor. What did make news was his Neighborhood Association's quibble with how the 90-year-old Veteran chose to fly the American flag outside his suburban Virginia home. Seems the HOA rules said it was OK to fly a flag on a house-mounted bracket, but, for decorum, items such as Barfoot's 21-foot flagpole were "unsuitable." Van Barfoot had been denied a permit for the pole, but erected it anyway and was facing Court action unless he agreed to take it down. Then the HOA story made national TV, and the Neighborhood Association rethought its position and agreed to indulge this aging hero who dwelt among them. "In the time I have left", he said to the Associated Press, "I plan to continue to fly the American flag without interference." As well he should. And if any of his neighbors had taken a notion to contest him further, they might have done well to read his Medal of Honor citation first. Seems it Indicates Mr. Van Barfoot wasn't particularly good at backing down. If you've read this post and don't share it, - Guess what -You need your butt kicked. I share this with you because I don't want MY butt kicked anymore and I'm tired of seeing those who hate our country yet march in our streets, tear down our statues, burn our stores and loot our businesses have a free hand to do whatever they want. WE ONLY LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE! AND, BECAUSE OF BRAVE OLD MEN LIKE VAN BARFOOT!

Mr_Husky1's tweet photo. Remember the guy who wouldn't take the flag pole down on his Virginia property awhile back? You might remember the news story several months ago about a crotchety old man in Virginia who defied his local Homeowners Association and refused to take down the flag pole on his property along with the large American flag he flew on it.

Now we learn who that old man was. On June 15, 1919, Van T. Barfoot was born in Edinburg, Texas . That probably didn't make news back then.

But twenty five years later, on May 23, 1944, near Cyrano, Italy, That same Van T. Barfoot, who had in 1940 enlisted in the U.S. Army, set out alone to flank German machine gun positions from which gunfire was raining down on his fellow soldiers. His advance took him through a minefield but having done so, he proceeded to single-handedly take out three enemy machine gun positions, returning with 17 prisoners of war.

And if that weren’t enough for a day's work, he later took on and destroyed three German tanks sent to retake the machine gun positions.

That probably didn’t make much news either, given the scope of the war, but it did earn Van T. Barfoot, who retired as a Colonel after also serving In Korea and Vietnam , a well deserved Congressional Medal of Honor.

What did make news was his Neighborhood Association's quibble with how the 90-year-old Veteran chose to fly the American flag outside his suburban Virginia home. Seems the HOA rules said it was OK to fly a flag on a house-mounted bracket, but, for decorum, items such as Barfoot's 21-foot flagpole were "unsuitable."

Van Barfoot had been denied a permit for the pole, but erected it anyway and was facing Court action unless he agreed to take it down.

Then the HOA story made national TV, and the Neighborhood Association rethought its position and agreed to indulge this
aging hero who dwelt among them.

"In the time I have left", he said to the Associated Press, "I plan to continue to fly the American flag without interference."

As well he should. And if any of his neighbors had taken a notion to contest him further, they might have done well to read his Medal of Honor citation first. Seems it Indicates Mr. Van Barfoot wasn't particularly good at backing down.

If you've read this post and don't share it, - Guess what -You need your butt kicked. I share this with you because I don't want MY butt kicked anymore and I'm tired of seeing those who hate our country yet march in our streets, tear down our statues, burn our stores and loot our businesses have a free hand to do whatever they want.

WE ONLY LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE! AND, BECAUSE OF BRAVE OLD MEN LIKE VAN BARFOOT!

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Jane Jansen @Suweetpea

about 1 month ago

@Mr_Husky1 Believe me she knew she was loved! 🥰

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The Husky

@Mr_Husky1

about 1 month ago

Three years ago, I knocked on my neighbor's door to borrow a cup of sugar. Norma answered in a floral housecoat, one eyebrow raised, and said, "You don't look like the baking type." She was 86. Sharp as a tack. And she was right — I just wanted an excuse to finally meet her. What started as five minutes on her doorstep turned into three years of Friday dinners, bad game shows, and the best friendship I never expected to have. Then last spring, Norma was diagnosed with leukemia. She was 89. Living alone. And suddenly, the hallway between our two apartments felt like the longest distance in the world. I didn't think twice. I knocked on her door again — this time with a key to mine. "You're not a nurse," she told me, crossing her arms. "No," I said. "I'm your neighbor. Now pack a bag." Norma moved into my spare room that weekend. For months, I helped her with her medications, drove her to appointments, made her soup she always said needed more salt. I slept with my door open so I'd hear her if she called out in the night. People kept asking me, "Why are you doing this?" I never had a good answer. She was my neighbor. She was my friend. She was 89 years old and she deserved to feel loved during the hardest chapter of her life. It wasn't complicated. Some mornings she'd be sitting at my kitchen table when I came out, already halfway through the crossword, stealing my coffee. Some nights we'd fall asleep on the couch watching old movies she'd seen fifty times and still cried at. I didn't save her. No one could. But I hope I made her feel like she mattered — because she did. More than she ever knew. Norma passed away peacefully, in a warm room, with someone holding her hand. I keep her photo on my kitchen counter, right next to the sugar bowl. The one I never actually needed. "I didn't do anything heroic. I just didn't want her to be alone. Anyone would have done the same." — Chris Salvatore If this story moved you, share it. The world needs more neighbors like Chris — and more reminders that ordinary kindness is the most extraordinary thing of all. 🤍

Mr_Husky1's tweet photo. Three years ago, I knocked on my neighbor's door to borrow a cup of sugar.

Norma answered in a floral housecoat, one eyebrow raised, and said, "You don't look like the baking type."

She was 86. Sharp as a tack. And she was right — I just wanted an excuse to finally meet her.

What started as five minutes on her doorstep turned into three years of Friday dinners, bad game shows, and the best friendship I never expected to have.

Then last spring, Norma was diagnosed with leukemia.

She was 89. Living alone. And suddenly, the hallway between our two apartments felt like the longest distance in the world.

I didn't think twice. I knocked on her door again — this time with a key to mine.

"You're not a nurse," she told me, crossing her arms.

"No," I said. "I'm your neighbor. Now pack a bag."

Norma moved into my spare room that weekend. For months, I helped her with her medications, drove her to appointments, made her soup she always said needed more salt. I slept with my door open so I'd hear her if she called out in the night.

People kept asking me, "Why are you doing this?"

I never had a good answer. She was my neighbor. She was my friend. She was 89 years old and she deserved to feel loved during the hardest chapter of her life. It wasn't complicated.

Some mornings she'd be sitting at my kitchen table when I came out, already halfway through the crossword, stealing my coffee. Some nights we'd fall asleep on the couch watching old movies she'd seen fifty times and still cried at.

I didn't save her. No one could. But I hope I made her feel like she mattered — because she did. More than she ever knew.

Norma passed away peacefully, in a warm room, with someone holding her hand.

I keep her photo on my kitchen counter, right next to the sugar bowl.

The one I never actually needed.

"I didn't do anything heroic. I just didn't want her to be alone. Anyone would have done the same."
— Chris Salvatore
If this story moved you, share it. The world needs more neighbors like Chris — and more reminders that ordinary kindness is the most extraordinary thing of all. 🤍

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Jane Jansen @Suweetpea

about 1 month ago

@PatasENotas @Thelenhadoor I love this! Got a real laugh out of me!! 😂😂😂

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about 1 month ago

@ChezChezl @Hania16836 Not this time. These are real pics of them & their wedding dresses.

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about 1 month ago

@afshineemrani Oh my good Sir, this is the most touching thing I’ve read this year! Congratulations to you & your daughter. May she be cancer free and live a long healthy life! God bless you both!

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