10 Thoughts For Friday.

 

You ARE loved!


Good Afternoon!
I know it is Friday, but if I have 10 Thoughts today you will just have to put up with me.

1. I have a little running around to do today.
   A few groceries, but especially to get Miss Milly some extra red cedar chips for her doghouse.
   It is insulated and warm, and already has 1 full bag in it, along with a blanket. Just that I will feel better knowing she has an extra few inches of those.
   Not only do these chips add warmth, but they keep the bugs out.
   
   Besides, some @~hole meteorologist has predicted the “S” word for Sunday. That and some really high winds. I have enough on my mind that I don't care to be fighting with Milly to get her in the house.
   
   
   

2. Speaking of keeping things out...
   I still do not know where the danged mice are getting in my house! This is an ongoing battle as you well know.
   But we have a score too.
   

   • Sputnik = 3 (Great claws, good reaction time)!
   • Me = 3 (Good trap, lots of peanut butter)!

   
   A tie score, but it represents a few more croaks for the vermin.
   Credit where credit is due, Punk helps too- Sometimes growling. Sometimes barking.
   
   
   
   

3. Fred Bartz was here to pump out the septic tank last week; and I still have to cover it up. It is raining, so I will not be doing it today. But yes, it does need to be done before that ground freezes.
   
   
   

4. Some of you did not know that a 'grundy' is when your undies creep into the crack of your butt and annoy the heck out of you. (At least this is the definition that I have always known).
   hehehe
   
   
   

5. My back is killing me once again; and I am SO at a loss to know how to make it better. I have good and decent muscle tone in my back so it shouldn't keep doing this.
   It pains me to even walk, sit, or rest.
   (Feels like that damned jackass had a sledge hammer this time).
   
   Yes, (no nagging please), I do have to call in for my ear.
   It got better for a few days but the cotton batting feeling is back; and I don't like that it reminds me of having a bag over my head.
   
   
   

6. I don't know how many of you actually clicked on any of the links I posted the other day.
   Casey will quite possibly be having her pancreas removed.
   This procedure is called a TP/AIT.
   I have learned that this procedure differs from a TP/ICP, in that the one she will probably have will hopefully use her own islet cells for transplantation within her liver. The other procedure uses islet cells from a cadaver.
   
   This TP/AIT brings the hope that she might not have to become insulin dependent.
   But even if she needs insulin, it is better than living in pain like this.
   
   TP =  Total Pancreatectomy.
   ICT = Islet Cell Transplant,
   AIT = Autologous Islet Transplant (your own islet cells transplanted).
   
   As always, I have more questions than answers at this point. When we get to Minnesota I can only hope that many of our fears will be alleviated; and that our questions will be honestly assessed and answered.
   
   
   

7. As if this news isn't hard enough, our Baby Sam is now living with his brother Gabriel.
   Gabriel is still at foster care.
   I have not seen him for a week now. Too much other stuff going on.
   
   

   • If Miss Marie would like to blog about it she will.
   • If not, then please know she has done NOTHING wrong!

   
   Lawrence.
   Gabriel.
   Sam.
   Know that this all makes me ill to even think about.
   Mostly just Gabriel and Sam because these are the two that were in their mothers care.
   
   ~Lawrence is just so very far away; but he is well~loved, cared for, and he knows where his "home" is...
   ...And he knows that part of that 'home' is right here too.
   
   

   • Know that Jenné and Aaron, (and Isaiah),
     will be adopting Gabriel.

   This process takes time; especially with their family living in Texas.
   I do not think they are able to expand their children in triplicate at this point.
   ~That cited, Baby Sam's future remains uncertain.
   
   
   

I am a magician now, having turned ketchup to yarn!

I burnt the hell out of my meatloaves last night, napping through the phone ringing.
My house still smells like burnt meatloaf.
And my little ketchup streaks across the tops looked like shiny yarn.

If I was rich I would just chuck out those bread pans of mine.
Dammitallanyway, and I was SO hungry for meatloaf.

I haven't burnt anything in many, many years...

Punk did not much care for it either.
Miss Milly will be my last hope before it ends up in the dumpster.

What's up with the new Yahoo profile crap?
Here's MY link.
http://profiles.yahoo.com/u/XCAXGW5T5O7KNYMUTB73UITNEQ

Hoping that y'all can forgive me if I am not here as much as I have been in the past.
As always, I will try to get around to your blogs.
I will be around, but can make no promises until this next chapter of Casey's life is completely fixed.
Times are many that I cannot even seem to concentrate on what I am reading.

So now you know what's up in my little corner of Flintville!

I hope all is well with everyone; and in advance I thank you for your thoughts and answers here.


Love to all.
Have a grand weekend!

XOXO
Anne

Counters

Originally posted to my Y! 360, Friday October 24, 2008 - 12:06pm (CDT)

Red Flags; Intuition, and A Registered Sex Offender

 

The picture speaks for itself...

With a warning before you read:

Red flags, migraines, and anxiety makes me swear.

A lot.

(If you are easily offended, leave now).

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Good Early Morning;
I can't sleep.
My head is throbbing, and my stomach feels as though it is ripped from my throat.

As I am sitting here, gathering my thoughts, it occurred to me that I was more than a bit chilled. I threw on a blanket... Then finally have turned the thermostat back up to 67.

Still chilled, but the smell of reigniting the furnace is gone now. That new 'burn' smell always bothers me as it burns that bit of dust off the system.

Punk came and laid between my cold feet and the register.
Sassy dog.
Next time she will lay ON my feet, or get shooed away.

 

Back to Master Gabriel...
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Picture taken last Monday...

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This one, taken on Sunday, 09/14/08-
As he helped me pick some veggies from the field;
trying not to get lost~
(those weeds left behind by the field hands).

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We went to court again on Gabriel's behalf yesterday.
Roberta has now received the formal complaint against her. She also decided to have her 'new' boyfriend accompany her to court. (A completely inappropriate appearance as far as I am concerned).

But wait... What if anything, of Berta's parenting skilss are appropriate of late?

In the complaint, she admitted to using marijuana for the last 6 months of her pregnancy! What effect this will have on our Sam remains to be seen...
 

Intuition?
~I absolutely KNEW there was a reason, way beyond me being concerned about Berta calling the cops on me...

ALWAYS listen to your guts!

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Not that the intake worker gave a good damn, but Casey did inform her before we went into the courtroom that this guy is a "Registered Sex Offender".

Did it make the case worker then take note?
Nope.

Did she spare a few seconds to even inform the judge?
Nope.

CLICK HERE for the Wisconsin Sex Offender Website.
(Enter "Michael A. Turner" if you want to know more).

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Photo from Wisconsin DOC.

The charge that he was found guilty of and spent years in prison for?
948.02(2) (Second degree sexual assault of a child).

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During the hearing, it was found that Roberta could pick up Gabriel on her own, and NOT have supervised visitation.

I am SICKENED (and stunned) with this new recommendation.
As Casey was too...

(Mostly though, afraid that Gabriel will be either harmed; or simply disappear on us during one of these visits).

We left that hearing, (Casey and I), came back here, grabbed a few papers that I printed up from the website for verification- and brought them to the caseworkers office.

She wasn't "IN" at this point, but the receptionist DID stamp the papers as "received"

Then over to the States office building, where we met with Turners case manager. As it stands, there seems to be a conflict with his registered address.
His address for the DOC is one place. The address that he lives at is another, miles away.
(And need I mention that he is too very close to a park/playground AND two schools)???

This worker, though pleasant and caring, really did not seem too troubled with hearing this.

She told us to find out the owners name of the house they are living in, and go from there.
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I guess there really is no one that is truly concerned with this information.

We have all been led, by this FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY, that we know where these convicts live.

Word to the wise:
DO NOT EVER BELIEVE THAT YOU KNOW WHERE SEX OFFENDERS LIVE.

Sick, ain't it?

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I also went to this site. CLICK HERE. And found out that he has quite a record with the State of Wisconsin; although I saw no drug charges.
(Again, enter "Michael A. Turner" if you want to know more).
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• Where the hell does Roberta find these perverts?
• What the hell makes them (or herself) so attractive?
• And what in the EFFING hell is she even thinking in the first place?

The state worker said Turner had just been in, and yes Roberta was with him.
So Roberta does know about his record. ~WTFH?
Is your own head spinning yet???

Casey and I made tracks to the other side of town then; giving the temporary foster family a copy of his file from the DOC.
(Not sure what opportunities for denial of visitation this will give them, if any, but at least now they know too).

Trust me on this...
If anything bad happens to Gabriel, or if he gets 'lost', some heads will roll.

And I will start right at the State level, then CPS, Social Services.
Then the court commissioner, and work my way down.

Today then, I shall make sure that the city police and the sheriffs department are also given these papers with the conflicting addresses for this guy.
(I have to go to both because this guy lives in the city, but his address with the DOC is out of town).

Oh, and have you ever wondered how the state keeps track?

Q. How do they verify where sex offenders live?
A.They send out a letter, and the perv simply has to reply to that.

Then I shall have to find out who Gabriel's GAL is, and to ensure that he also has copies of this all.

My anxiety minds bigtime.
So very hard to function with all of that.
That, and the fact that I have had a major headache for a couple of days now.
Comes and goes.
Needs a shot, but no 'how' to get that in...

It is SO hard to be doing all of this running around when a simple phone call, (and a double check on their own damned computers), would verify all of this.

And if it wasn't for Gabriel's safety I would NOT be doing everyone elses job for them either.

***Wouldn't you think that all of this would upset someone (besides myself and Casey); and that there would actually BE someone who gives a sh*t about it all???

Sadly, if you thought that, you would be wrong.

Any lawyers out there?
Somebody PLEASE give me a leg to stand on.

For now I am going to try to rest a bit-
These damned pills are clearly not working.

Love to all.

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Tuesday September 16, 2008 - 05:44am (CDT)

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