| Start: | Jun 7, '08 6:45p |
My dang weather radio just went off...
Time to keep vigil on the weather station
Love to all!
XOXO
Me
| Start: | Jun 7, '08 6:45p |

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Good Afternoon All;
Late today- Been fighting off my head... And I really am SO tired of that.
Life goes on.
I had to bring a few things to Casey at work yesterday- Arrived at lunchtime, and used our time to pick up her prescriptions at her doctor in Oneida.
While she went in, I took Punk to the back field and played fetch with her.
As Casey walked back out, I threw it one more time.
...Punk ran after it, lay down, and stayed there.
WTH?
She stayed there the whole time that it took Casey to walk out to the car.
When she finally got up, she was limping- Right front leg.
Two months ago, she had been limping too for over a week. Same leg- so not too sure what goes on there, but I knew I didn't want to have Gimpy hanging on for a week again, so we called in.
To remember that she needs her shots too...
Oh well. (Good thing I had my checkbook along)...
Getting there, there were a few other "patients"...
A little "mop" of a pooch that wasn't feeling too well; and a black lab that came out of the exam room shortly after my little Punk got weighed in.
(97.3 pounds).
Miss Punk and the Mop had a staredown from 3 chairs away.
The "Mop" barked at Punk.
This itty~bitty dog that sat so nicely on its owners lap.
A little yapping noise, (barely even a real "bark")...
Punk began to shake all over.
Worked up her courage and barked right back.
And promptly crawled upon my own lap.
Well, the front ½ of her anyway...
Angel, their receptionist, asks, "So what's it like to have a 100 pound lap dog?"
We all laughed at that...
But nope. That's NOT going to work!
At this point, the black lab came out of the exam room # 2.
With that, Punk started to cry- shiver, whine, and sob...
Too funny for words.
So, I have a 100 pound (lap) dog who all this time must have thought she was Dr. Spires only patient!
I took her outside for a few moments...
Dr. Spires said he can feel a slight difference from her right to her left shoulder...
(D'ya think the silly dog would even flinch and let him know when it hurt)?
Nope.
She won't let Casey or I know either...
We put off the x~rays, (as there will probably be another incident), and after getting all of her shots, he sent us home with some Rimadyl.
She had never been vaccinated for kennel cough. But it's not totally necessary if she isn't around a bunch of dogs... I told him to do it anyway. One never knows. (Especially with her)!
She has been a couch potato since then... (And since we haven't been doing anything of an aerobic nature , I have only given her one of those pills so far).
But that one pill sure knocked her off her paws...
Or maybe it's because of the shots she got.
I generally administer all of her shots- everything but the rabies. That one has to be state certified and such. Given that a drive to Green Bay is probably more expensive now than the difference the vet charges, I also had him do those...
I have been lazy too.
And am actually happy that it has been raining for the past few days so I can get off my foot for a while.
(I believe I saw my ankle this morning)... Say "YAY!"
On the very good news front, Berta has informed me that all of Jessica's stuff is out of her apartment.
(That saves me the bother of having to toss Jessica into traffic).
Roberta, Gabriel, (and his soon to be wee little brother) will probably even be able to move into another apartment by July 1st.
A good thing for them all.
Roberta has also been informed that due to her Uterine didelphys she will probably not be carrying this child to term.
(Aug 28).
It occurs when, in utero, the Müllerian ducts do not fuse properly. The ducts form two complete and separate uteri.
Each uterus also has its own cervix.
There is a septum down the middle of the vagina, which is sometimes called a double vagina.
There is one ovary to each uterus.
It is possible to get pregnant in both uteri at the same time.
She has carried both Lawrence and Gabriel in her other uterus. (This little guy chose to be different is all)...

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Good Morning Everyone;
Another weekend passed already...
And oh, so busy we have been!
Every day, it seems as though I throw a few more seeds around.
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After only a little while I got so dizzy. Maybe a bug or something. Maybe a REAL bug too because my ankles are still all swolled up.
Not sure if it was the heat or not; (and given the state of my thyroid I think it might have been).
I came in the house, and full of goosebumps. (No, I wasn't cold)!
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I ventured back out a few times, after taking 3 benedryl for the swollen ankles.
(They didn't work).
I would work a while, and come back inside.
(Just really pooped out).
I always take my vitamins and such- will have to do some research on everything else my doctor has me on too.
I did not make it to Baby Mariahs birthday celebration. ![]()
Will have to run those presents (and her card) over to Mike and Micki's sometime this week.
But there was NO way I was going to be driving anywhere as dizzy as I was.
Checking my 'calendar' here, I see that Jenny Mella will be leaving for camp in 2 days.
Seems as though she just graduated and came home!
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Not too much other news...
Time for me to go throw a few more seeds in the ground!
Hope you all had a 'wunnaful' weekend!
XOXO
Anne
Good Evening...
While my taters are cooking themselves I just want to clue y'all in on the latest stuff.
God, I have been such a bitch lately that I don't even like myself.
It helped immensely that Richard went back to Waukesha too. (I wanted him to be gone)... How bad is that???
He helped a lot around here, and yet too much was going on for me to even be nice half the time.
Funny that I believe he had his chance years ago, and blew it.
He has left me high and dry twice in his lifetime.
I believe I think about those times too much.
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
What comes after "twice" anyway?
Yes, I do love him.
But I am definitely not IN love with him.
And yes, that DOES make sense.
I received an email from Jenne yesterday- Have not spoken to, nor heard from her since they had come to visit 2 weeks ago.
Here it is:
J: How goes it?
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fine. How goes it with you?
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J: broken
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why?
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J: long story short, I'm getting divorced. I've been married for less than 2 years. I've failed.
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That's too short. Yup WAY too short.
I want the long version please.
Why are you getting divorced?
Where's the 'we can work it out' ethic involved with a marriage?
What does Aaron say?
wtf?
Why aren't you at work?
Too hot for ya?
Where is Isaiah?
Almost everything can be worked out you know.
(Save for beating and cheating).
And there are those that 'claim' cheating makes their marriage better. That gives me a bad taste ya know...
So... maybe if you quit beating on him he will stop cheating on you?
XOXO
Me
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I am at work
Just a lull.
We've tried to work it out. (counseling and sh*t) the counselor said she couldn't help us.
He's cheated on me twice. I wish I'd beaten him.
Aaron says he loves me and Isaiah; an he's a "changed man".
too friggin hot here.
Isaiah is at daycare
Love you too.
-J
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She has called me today too.
I had to cut the above IM short because Casey had a doctor appointment yesterday afternoon.
(All is well).
I asked her had she told z that she had come out to visit while she was in town.
She replied no, that she didn't want to hurt her.
Ummm... WHAT?!??
No, I didn't say that aloud.
But anyway, since I do not beat around the bush, (after hearing almost everything that Aaron had done wrong since before Day One of their marriage), I asked her if she had also cheated.
The answer,
...after a very long pause,
...'yes.'
In the conversation she wanted to come home, (ie: Green Bay).
Then later, she wanted to make her marriage work.
We have not yet broached our own continental divide.
Think she needed someone to talk to first.
But she did ask me if I wanted to be her mom again.
(I told her I had always been her mom).
She also told me that her 'sire' had tried to kill himself a couple of weeks ago.
He missed.
(And I know how cliche that is, but she swears it's true).
I told her if he wanted to be dead that he would be.
I also told her that he was the very 1st person I had ever taunted too.
When I told him I was leaving with the girls, and filing for divorce he had told me he would kill himself.
I told him, "Go ahead. If you don't give a damn about your life then neither do I."
Not sure if 'taunted' is the correct word for it, (but he is still alive).
In truth I also told her that his own demons are catching up to him.
Finally.
She said she realizes that all.
And yes, she knows about all of his lies.
(Not too sure if this is the right time to be forwarding the police reports)?
No.
For that is what TTII will receive upon my death.
Cold?
You betcha.
Was I cold to her?
No.
Not 2 weeks ago, and not today either.
But I will not/cannot condone any of the bad stuff either.
NOR will I permit her to come back home and live with me.
Gods sakes almighty, Casey is moving out on the 23rd; why would I want to have anyone else move in???
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Yet it is very hard to overlook anything too.
These two children have hurt me so very deeply-
Kind of a forever 'hurt' too.
And they both know better.
They were both raised better, and lived better, than that, too.
I wonder what will happen next?
Hmm...
Any words to the unwise here?
I added a few pics, from when Miss Valerie was here the other night, in my 'PRIVATE' album.
(God bless Katie and Sam for allowing her to see me).
Love to you all, and thank you for allowing me to unload.
Hopefully the 'privacy options' on here actually work.
I'm just so effin' damned confused when I wonder what's next?
My apologies
XOXO
Anne
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Good Morning Everyone;
First of all, if you have no Faith in God (or whatever you call your higher deity), you need to read NO further.
Don't even TRY to tell me that there is no God watching and keeping us all safe.
I have already spent too much time already this morning- reading, (waiting for pages), reading, (waiting some more)...
And trying to keep my blood pressure down...
I wish I could keep this shorter for today, but I do not think this will be the case as I am madder than a wet hen that spits nails right about now...
Or shall I say "STILL" madder than...
As you read in my last post, Gabriel had taken grandfathers Glipizide pills.
After Gabie~Babys blood sugar had dropped to 50 that same night, he had been released from the hospital on Tuesday, about noon.
And MUCH better.
Thank You to the Suamico paramedics and first responders who came so very quickly to help him out (and to calm our fears).
After this latest fiasco, I told Berta no more babysitting...
(This pistol child really scares me)! ![]()
hehehe
She called Tuesday night-
Would I babysit on Friday?
But of course!
hehehe
Berta has been working a ton of hours for low pay and scant tips. But her roommate is home 24/7 and would babysit.
(Roomie, "Jessica", got fired from her job 2 months ago, and refuses to go look for another).
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Not sure what's up with that...
(Mostly though, Jessica should NOT be my problem either).
Roberta lives almost next door to where she works, AND an added bonus being that she is so very close to home if anything happens.
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While I continued on my idle way, the phone rings.
It is Roberta, calling from work.
(From the sound of her voice I thought she was very, very ill).
Turns out I was wrong.
She wanted me to go pick Gabriel up.
Something bad had happened...
Long story short, (the gospel according to Jessica), is that she (Jessica) had been doing dishes, and heard the front door open.
AND DIDN'T EVEN TURN AROUND TO SEE GABRIEL LEAVE!
wtf?
By the time she even noticed he was gone, he had traveled half a block down Mason Street, (Highway 54), to the corner of Fisk and Mason-
This is an extremely busy intersection mind you...
A police officer got to him, snatching him out of traffic.
In the meantime, Jessica had gone downstairs to ask a neighbor what she should do.
How about call the police?
duh
How about even look for him?
Also in the meantime, Casey's ex happened by...
(They own the apartment complex that Berta lives in).
Recognizing our Master Gabriel, he told the police officer where he belonged.
The police officer gets to Jessica and says, "Let me get this straight... You are alone with a 2 year old. You hear the door open, and don't even bother to look?"
Not sure what will happen there today.
I made record time going to pick this little guy up yesterday...
And boy was he worn out!
Since I feel terribly insignificant with this child, I moved his little swing to where I was working outside.
Like the hospital crib, he was quite secure in it with the lap belt fastened.
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No, I didn't leave him sleep there-
(But I did keep him downstairs)... ![]()
Roberta came to pick him up about 8:30...
Still very shaken, and very angry too. But ever so grateful that Derek had been there to know Gabriel, AND for him to hear Jessica's version of what she had told the cop...
Hopefully this roommate can be off her lease in short order.
(Non~medical police calls/visits violate the lease).
And of course she was not even home when Roberta got there.
But she did have the idiotic thought to go to Berta's work and ask her if she was mad.
wth??
(As it occurs to me that she has never seen Berta quite so angry).
Berta is off today, and works tomorrow 'til close.
I will have The Master here.
Am thinking maybe I should go buy a leash for him and connect him to me then...
Damn, hey?
Love to all.
Hope YOUR blood pressure is better than ours...
XOXO
Anne






