My Yesterday... Good. Bad. (Ugly too)

 

Master Gabriel, playing in the sprinkler...
(Before I returned him to Roberta).

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Good Morning All;
The very best news of all is that Big Sam was released from the hospital yesterday afternoon. He is at home with Charles and Marie, and of course with Damion too!

GOD BLESS CHUCK AND MARIE not only for stepping up and in, but for their ability to love, and to care.

Casey was back at the hospital yesterday too.

She is alright for now, just in awful pain; having chosen NOT to stay at St. Marys.
We still wait for that visit to Mayo. Those of you on her friends list know when this will be. She has asked that I not write it within my own blog, so I won't.

And life goes on...

Yesterday was Roberta's 28th birthday.
My mind swirls with the thought that anyone can be 28, and so irresponsible.
She is my child. And like the other three, will always be; no matter what I think of her chosen lifestyle.


She called in the late afternoon yesterday to let me know she was going to pick Gabriel up. He wasn't here at that point, and she threw a hissy~fit that I would not tell her exactly WHERE he was.
(He was being taken care of by a very good friend, thus enabling me to get a bit of rest).
Said she would call the cops if I didn't tell her where he was.
I told her to come out in 2 hours, that I would have him here for her to pick up.

By the time my phone rang again it was 8:30pm,  I was over to Casey and Greg's place- Gabriel was already there.
An officer with the Green Bay Police Department.
(No big surprise there).
But the officer told me I was late in bringing him home.
What?
I told her then, what I had told Roberta about picking him up...

Kinda crazy, huh?

Casey and I spoke with the officer at great length.
Yes, I would return him, but I wanted the officers to know exactly what type of household I was returning this little guy to.

The lady officer asked if tomorrow (today) would be better to return him.

At that point I could have played Berta's little game, but chose not to.

I said I would have him there in 25 minutes; that I respectfully requested their presence upon my arrival.

When I got there, another officer came to the car, while the lady spoke with Roberta.
Punk, not knowing which way to turn, or how to act.

(I held her collar; she was fine).

The officer asked had we contacted Child Protective Services?
I told him yes, and gave him the names of the people that are on the case.

To my amazement he told me that based on the info that Casey and I had shared, they had already contacted the Green Bay drug unit.
Thank God for small miracles.

Roberta was quite charming; and yes, Master Gabriel was happy to see his mom after 10 days without any contact whatsoever.

Oddly enough, he never mentioned her either.

She had not once inquired after him,
~never even calling simply to say "good night" to him...

She did call to tell me to bring my pictures up to the hospital for some book.
That was yesterday morning.

Since Casey was terrible sick, and since I cannot pack up and leave on a moments notice, I told her no.
I asked her to get the email of the NICU, that I would forward my pictures there.

She never called back.

Charles and Marie have kept me informed about Samuel; and for this I owe them much. They will sign papers on Friday for primary placement and joint custody.

As you can tell, my mind is still in a tailspin from all that has transpired.
And I fear I am not dealing all too well with this all either.

I will share more later...

Love to all, 

and special love to those of you who have taken the time to comment/contact me on all these overwhelming topics.

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y!360, Monday July 14, 2008 - 10:19am (CDT)

Condom Hair Bands

http://www.snopes.com/medical/toxins/hairband.asp
USED condoms???
You make the call.

This is so gross...
(and I just put my hair up for the day)...

XOXO
Me

Masterpieces Gone Quackers!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/misty69/sets/72157603743580096/
This gal is talented, and has a mean streak that will keep you laughing long after you see her 'touched up' pictures.
(Like the next time you go to a gallery or a showing).

XOXO
Anne




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