With a Little Help From My Friends...

 

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What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
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Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.

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I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,

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Going to try with a little help from my friends.

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What do I do when my love is away.
(Does it worry you to be alone)

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How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you're on your own)

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No I get by with a little help from my friends,

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Do you need anybody,
I need somebody to love.
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Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.
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Would you believe in a love at first sight,

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Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.

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What do you see when you turn out the light,
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(I can't tell you, but I know it's mine).

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Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,

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Do you need anybody,
I just need somebody to love,
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Could it be anybody,
I want somebody to love.
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I get by with a little help from my friends,
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Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
With a little help from my friends.
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.Gonna try with a little help from my friends.

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I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get high with a little help from my friends,
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♫  Are ya singing?

I need to thank everyone that replied to my last blog (click, if you missed it).

I needed a bit, (no, a whole lot), of support. And most of you came through with flying colors.
I still have many that "read and run"; (not sure why?).
Or those that do not even come to visit.

Drugs.
Alcohol.
Addictions.
(And yes, I do have my own little addictions with respect to my cigarettes and my Wild Cherry Pepsi)...

But there is a definite line to be drawn with all of this too.
Plenty of you were not afraid to describe that line (and in no uncertain terms).

It is NOT a fine line.

There is no 'wagon' to fall off of or to get back on when you are carrying and/or raising children.
(This proverbial 'wagon' a mere excuse to create people as we would like them to be, and not necessarily who they wish to be).

It is not up to us to 'change' anything...

Sadly, it IS up to us to pick up the pieces; (or perhaps to somehow be made to 'feel' responsible).
Again, I am not sure of the whys and wherefores of that either.
But I do 'search'.

And in my own little searching, (and in addition to those of you who took the time to comment and share), I found much just where I knew it would be.
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For it all, I thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

Have a good weekend.

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Saturday July 12, 2008 - 12:42pm (CDT)

Photo Quiz: Spot the Fakes!

http://urbanlegends.about.com/library/bl_image_quiz.htm
VERY VERY COOL!
A great site to test your knowledge of what is real and what is not.
Click on the link above.
Have fun!
And DO let me know what your score is!
(I got 8 wrong)...

XOXO
Anne

How Would YOU Deal?

Good Morning;
I am sickened...
Know that I have added another 2 'blocks' within my contacts...

Gabriel and I will be leaving soon...
And I just wanted to let you know what I have been reading this morning, (and every chance I have had since Friday).
Just a few links for you...

Here's one.  CLICK HERE

And another. CLICK HERE

Still another. CLICK HERE

Are you disgusted yet?

Try this one. CLICK HERE.

As always, this is America.
You are then free to draw your own conclusions.

My own thoughts are "HOW FRICKIN' DAMN DARE YOU!?!"

...And I just cannot get past that.


XOXO
Anne

"Big Sam"

Rating:	★★★
Category:	Other

As of yesterday afternoon, Samuel is back on his feeding tube...

XOXO
Me

As for right now, Master Gabriel is still asleep, and I am going to try to nap a bit...

"Big Sam" (New pics added 7-18)

Born July 4th, 2008
Immediately placed in Neonatal Intensive Care
Breathing and feeding tubes placed July 4th, removed July 5th
Feeding tube replaced on July 11...
Switched from milk formula to soy formula on July 10, 2008
Inability to tolerate either...

Released to the custody of his father (Charles), and his wife, (Marie), on July 13th.

Doctor appointment on Wednesday July 16th, gained 3 ounces!
Say YAY!!!
His pediatrician would like for him to keep gaining an ounce a day.

Re: Roberta

Any detectives out there?
(I know there are)...

Good Morning;

This man, goes by the name of Greg Braemer,   DOB 11-1-81.

He has admittedly served time in Texas for drugs/related charges.

He is tall, my guess would be over 6'2" and weighs 275-300+ lbs.

He currently resides in Green Bay, on University Ave (IMHO, one of Green Bay's armpits).

He has told me he works at American Foods Group.
This is apparently within walking distance as he has no car, (no license due to OWI's and Revocations, driving after revocation, etc).

How do I go about finding out more, and/or getting his a$$ thrown out of town, or in jail?

**** Word to the wise:
You may mess with me all you want...
But never EVER mess with my children or grandchildren.
It has always been thus...

Nuff said ~for now.

Sadly, I should have more sick news later.

XOXO
Anne

Click on the following line if you wish...
Please visit this site for more Wisconsin records
**** He is NOT the father of my Big Sam...

Big Sam... And His Next Bigger Brother

Two Blogs in One Day!!!

 

 

Gabriel showing off his little brothers birth certificate!
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Good Evening All;
I am very tired... and not knowing when I will be able to post again, I thought I would share a few more pictures with you.

Roberta is doing well, but needs to bring her blood up soon or they will ultimately do a transfusion. I am sure they will keep her there until her blood is replaced...
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This now, to go with the above picture...
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And just to give you the correct size of Big Sam's tootsies.

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When we got to NICU, it was very apparent that Samuel was wasting no time waiting for us to come...
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And as soon as we got there, a miracle occurred!
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Check these beautiful eyes out!!!!

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Sam says "HI" to all!

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And so it goes that Master Gabriel has gone from 'baby' to "Big Brother" in the wink of an eye!
Suddenly being SO BIG too!

At least big enough to finally push the buttons for the elevator!
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And darned proud of himself too!
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Gabriel and I also did a bunch of shopping.
His wardrobe a bit sparse at this point in time.
But no longer!

By the time we got home, he was one pooped out little kid. He has been asleep ever since. I am thinking that with all this excitement he will sleep all the night through. Wish I would too

Love to all

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Saturday July 5, 2008 - 08:01pm (CDT)

Our 4th of July...

Our 4th of July...

 

Good Morning Everyone!
What a FOURTH we had...

Casey called about 5:30 in the AM yesterday; in awful pain, but was going to try to sleep. (She hadn't slept all night). But yes, she is taking her pills.

As I am too.
My back is awful-
Showering is hard.
Getting dressed is quite challenging;
Putting shoes on is harder.

Early yesterday morning, Kelli called. She was already on her way to go pick up Tim.
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(Tim had back surgery on Thursday, and was itching to get out of the darned place).
Not that anyone blames him...
And since neither of them had slept the night before, they were going to go home and sleep.
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I had a package to drop off for Baby Mariah, so Punk and I took a little ride to Suamico.
Knowing I would not be going anywhere else, I opted for a sweatshirt over my jammies top.
(It was still cool enough outside to cheat at dressing)...
I did manage to throw on a pair of jeans, and after about 15 minutes I even got BOTH sneakers on.
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(And yes, those dang jeans hurt my back, bigtime).
But no big deal because I knew I would be out of them as soon as I got back home.
We were gone all of 15-20 minutes...

During that time, Roberta had called; leaving a message on my machine.
Hard to understand, but I recognized her 'fear' immediately.
She had already called 911, and was awaiting the ambulance; bleeding profusely...
I called her on her cell.
The rescue squad had arrived, and they were transporting her to St. V's.
I asked had they heard a heartbeat.
No, they hadn't checked yet; doing IV's etc on Roberta.

I told her I loved them, and that I was on my way...

A few phone calls on the way...
Waking up Miss Kelli and Tim, (oops) ~Would Kelli let Punk out come afternoon...
No problem.

I tried to rouse Casey and Greg.
Neither phone was answered; and by the time I'd gotten through to Gregs' voicemail, I was a bit upset... Think I said something about "One of you HAS to leave your ringer on..."

A few seconds later, Casey called. She had heard Gregs phone vibrating, but not her own. 'What was up?' I told her. She also said they were on their way...

Know that one of the following pictures may upset my more 'sensitive' readers.
I will warn you before that picture comes up.

Arriving at the hospital, Roberta had already had her clothes cut off and was in that fancy hospital attire.
I told her they would probably do a C~Section. (News which only made her cry harder).
She cried through telling me that her own doctor was not on call...

I tried to console her by reminding her that she was 7 and a half weeks early too.
But I don't think too much was going to console her at that point...

Casey and Greg arrived.
A short time after that, I was asked if I would like to be with Roberta as they did the surgery.
ABSOLUTELY.
And into my scrubs I went.
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No, this isn't the pic I warned you about-
Maybe I should have???

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Chuck arrived just before they wheeled her out of her room. (Chuck is baby's daddy).
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A quick picture of daddy, momma, and auntie...

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They told me to have a seat in the O.R.
Nope, not gonna happen with this back of mine.
(Besides, had I sat I would not have been able to see anything).

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Here's where that WARNING applies...
If you cannot stand to look, please scroll past the next picture
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The Caesarian Section is done quickly... (Dr. Mary must work fast)
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Sam makes his (almost too quiet) appearance.
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And is soon all the way out, and whisked away to the warming unit.

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A bit of oxygen,
along with a measly few squeaks out of him...

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He was bundled up to meet momma; but for only a few seconds.

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From there, almost immediately to Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.
(The news is that he will probably be there for about a month).
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Greg's quarter showing how small Big Sam really is...

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~and with this posting, it is high time for Master Gabriel and I to get up to the hospital!

I hope you are all having a wonderful weekend. Be safe.

To thank you too, for all the well wishes and prayers.

Love to all

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Saturday July 5, 2008 - 11:13am (CDT)

Please pray.

Pray...
Pray...
Pray...

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Please welcome Samuel Yusvak.
Born today at 11:35AM
7+ weeks premature.
Abrubtion.
Emergency C-Section.

5#'s 1 oz.; 17" long.

He has a breathing tube now.
And will be in NICU for some time.
(Mother doing well after losing 1Ltr+  blood).

Prayers for them both would be greatly, deeply appreciated.

XOXO
Anne

July 3rd, 2008

 

hehehe
And no, we are not at mayo... yet.
picture stolen from here

http://www.flickr.com/photos/themachinestops/
Click on that link when you have a minute-
Great pics...
This young man is as talented as he is funny!

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Good Morning Everyone;
As many of you might know, Casey was quite ill on Monday- And was sent home from a doctor appointment with a note from her doctor for a week off. (She may return on the 7th).
He said she has been overdoing it all, and with her pain 24/7 she does not sleep right. He said even when she is asleep that her body cannot truly sleep because of the pain.
She is back on her morphine... I brought her to her apartment after her appointment, and she went to sleep.
She took Tuesday off.
And tried to return yesterday. (That didn't work, and she was back home by about 10 or so).
Not sure now if the clinic will wait for her regular doctor to return now before they send the referral off to Mayo.

Casey and Greg came out Tuesday evening to pick up a few old things for their new place. That does too make sense.

While they were here, they also carried the old TV stand out to the shed; (it had been stuck in the kitchen for over a week).
We also got two old chests emptied and carried down from the attic.
(Thank you Kids)!

I now have a few places to 'hide' all the blankets in the living room.

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We did get those storms yesterday-
And oh boy, did we ever get the rain too!
The skies just kept opening up and dumping on us...

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Weird cloud formations as the winds picked up too.

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I'd closed off here, and unplugged my computersaurus just as fast as I'd come on.
I got in the shower, (still respecting/EXpecting that coroner)...
Such a wuss I am with these storms...

At some point during that shower, I became almost unable to breathe.
(No I hadn't done anything out of the ordinary either).
Having been able to bathe myself for many years now I believe I have it down to a science.
Kinda hard to screw that up...

But in record time, and ever so quietly, my favorite jackass returned.
He snuck into the bathroom while Punk was not looking, and kicked me in the back all over again. ..
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~~~~Do you remember THIS guy???~~~~
Because I sure as heck would love to forget him...

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Stolen from here
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So he found me at the most inopportune moment...
...Soaking wet and buck 'nekkid' really IS an inopportune time to have the wind knocled out of your soul...

And THEN I had a b*tch of a time just to be getting dressed...

I am afraid to even ask 'What Next?" ... (So I won't).

I am not sure if this is a carryover from my previous fracture, or if it is 'new'.
But whatever it is, I can barely move/breathe/function at this point.

Kelli stopped in after work yesterday, even rolling the dumpster back up the driveway for me! She fed Punk and watered Miss Milly too... Thank God for Kelli.
And how weird is this too?
As I type, her honey has surgery this morning for his back.
I was SO sorely tempted to go to the hospital at 5AM~
(and register as "TIM")... !?!

But I'd called in to the clinic yesterday. Even extra vicoden didn't make it better.
I have an appointment this morning for 8:45...
And yes, I have already asked Grant to plow my damnable weedy garden under when he has a few minutes.

You can bet your sweet bippy that I will have ESPN on today too.
No one seems to be sure if Mr Brett Favre will return or not...
And if I have read THIS STORY (click on that) correctly, I am deeply disturbed by the Green Bay Packers organization.
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Retired or returned...
We love you Brett!

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Hope you all have a grand Thursday!

Love to all.

XOXO
Anne

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Originally poste to my Y! 360, Thursday July 3, 2008 - 07:07am (CDT)

Sassy... VERY Sassy...

Rating:	★★★
Category:	Other

From my email... (Thanks Duane)...

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This guy who's always dreamed of owning a Harley Davidson finally saved up enough money to walk into the dealership.
After he picks out the perfect bike, the salesman tells him about an old biker trick that will keep the chrome on his new bike free from rust.
"All you have to do is to keep a jar of Vaseline handy and put it on the chrome before it rains, and everything will be fine."

He smiles and leaves with his new bike.

A few months later, the young man meets a woman and falls in love.
She asks him to meet her parents over dinner. He readily accepts and the date is set.

He picks her up on his Harley and they ride to her parent's house.
Before they go in, she tells him that they have a family tradition that whoever speaks first after dinner must do the dishes.

After a delicious dinner everyone sits in silence waiting for the first person to break the silence and get stuck doing the dishes.

After a long fifteen minutes, the young man decides to speed things up, so he reaches over and kisses his woman in front of her family.

No one says a word.

Emboldened, he slips his hand under her blouse and fondles her breasts.

Still no one says a word.

Finally, he throws her on the table and has sex with her in front of everyone.

No one says a word.

Now he is getting desperate, so he grabs her mother and throws HER on the table.
They have even wilder sex.

Still no one speaks.

By now he is thinking what to do next when he hears thunder in the distance.

His first thought is to protect the chrome on his Harley from the rain, so he gets his jacket, reaches in his pocket and pulls out his little jar of Vaseline.

The father says, "Okay dammit, I'll do the dishes!"

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Oof!

Be back soon with a blog for you too!

XOXO
Anne