Big Sam... And His Next Bigger Brother

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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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Brett is not a quarterback to be sitting on.

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2035 ???
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Old.
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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...

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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

It's A Coming...

Good Morning All;
I have to move fast...
There is quite a large storm coming, (and you all know how I feel about storms).
It'll probably kill me.
So, without further adieu, I shall get my backside in the shower.
It will save the M.E. a bit of time when they autopsy my butt.

No worries about the trash...
(I rolled the dumpster down the driveway last night)...
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I must unplug my computersaurus now.
Maybe to write a bit later.
Have a good one!

XOXO
Me

In Search of Husband...

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A lonely widow, age 70, decided that it was time to get married again.
She put an ad in the local paper that read:

HUSBAND WANTED:
MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (70's),
MUST NOT BEAT ME,
MUST NOT RUN AROUND ON ME &
MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!!!!!
ALL APPLICANTS PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON.

On the second day, she heard the doorbell. Much to her dismay, she
opened the door to see a grey-haired gentleman sitting in a
wheelchair. He had no arms or legs.

The old woman said, 'You're not really asking me to consider you, are
you? Just look at you...you have no legs!

The old man smiled, 'Therefore, I cannot run around on you!'

She snorted. 'You don't have any arms either!'

Again, the old man smiled, 'Therefore, I can never beat you!'

She raised an eyebrow and asked intently, 'Are you still good in bed???'

The old man leaned back, beamed a big smile and said, 'Rang the doorbell didn't I?'

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Sometimes You Just Get Really Lucky...

 

 

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Good Morning Everyone!
I believe our rains are done for a while.
(And no, I didn't get done what I wanted to)...

But am thinking these pics might make up for that a little bit.

Randy and I were outside, just as the sun was going down.
We got to watch Mama Bluebird chasing a moth to feed her babies.

~~~ After she captured it, she took it home for supper...

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Now, one silly moth is NOT enough for her growing family,
~seconds later she was right back out...
in search of more...

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Darn lucky shots, right?

Hope you had a grand weekend!

XOXO
Me

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Monday June 30, 2008 - 06:23am (CDT)

Is It Done Yet?

Babys Breath at Sunrise...

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Good Morning All;
Sunday already... I have been busy around here for the last darn week, and yet I cannot see much progress.
Why is that?

So the answer to my title today is a fat, resounding, "no".

Having gotten outside this morning, I got to watch the skies brighten a bit.
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Taken from the south side of the garden...

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Taken from the old birdbath...
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While Punk and I walked around; a noisy, (and obviously very upset bird) was chirping at us quite loudly...
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Look closely and you can see his eyes!

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And so life goes on.
I have a TON if wash to get done today... and to 'find' my house too.
Fell asleep quite early, (after taking my Xanax to go to town with Kelli earlier yesterday afternoon). Slept til 11, and have been up ever since.
Maybe I shall go lie back down for a bit.
The grass is overgrown; (here and at Kelli's), and I will try to get to that today too.

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After our stop at Petco, we stopped over at Casey and Greg's new place.
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They are just SO cute!
(And yes, that was a 'live' bear at one point)...

CLICK HERE to go to Casey's blog...
More pics there
http://edbdkcn.multiply.com/journal/item/71?replies_read=10

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I'd better close for now.
Have a fan~dang~tastic Sunday!

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Sunday June 29, 2008 - 06:08am (CDT)

The Muggies. The Scrubbles.

 

Miss Milly, with her ever present "squeak ball"...

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Good Morning Everyone!
I have been up for quite a while already.
Our forecast calling for one more day, (today), of the "hot~n~muggies. And a chance of severe storms this afternoon and evening.
The sun came up, but not a trace of a red/pink sky with it.
So maybe we won't be getting those storms after all.

Say "yippee"!

But we do need a bit of rain-
(Just thinking that my weeds could stand a decent drink of water).
Everything is so dry once more.

Besides, the weatherman obviously lied yesterday when he said a 'high' of 88°
So he might well be wrong about that chance of severe weather.
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LIAR!
Sure doesn't look like 88° to me!
And yes, this thermometer is on the north side of the house.

Happy, (no, scratch that word), ELATED and very grateful that Miss Kelli came over and helped me get the AC unit in my window.

I do have to get out to the garden too-
Walking around it last night, I see that my weeds outnumber anything edible by about 1,000,000~1.
(Inedible, unless you have four legs and moo).
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There are worse things...

Like Casey being put back on the morphine- (Her pain being that bad all over again). Prayers please?
Her referral to Mayo will wait until after our doctor gets back from vacation- He wants to be here when he sends it in. I don't blame him either; he is the only one that knows her medical history so very well.

The thoughts I had about my water? All null and void now... No worries!
I'd left the hose on in the back; and water always seeks its easiest flow. I'd only gotten a bit of rust from there. All is "well " with my water.
Besides, I think the state might laugh at me for as many samples as I send in. They always come back fine.

Outside last night as the sun was dusking itself off for the day, I thought Miss Milly needed a bit of exercise too. So off the cable she went.
They (Punk and Milly) played together for 5 minutes, while I pulled a few weeds.
Turning around, Milly had simply vanished~ (into thick air).
After calling for her, and more than a few whistles, Punk and I took a ride in the Roadmaster-
(Milly IS kinda dirty, and I didn't want her in my Rendezvous)...

Drove up to Chuck and Julie's...
No Milly.

And then took a drive over to Cathy Ryan's.
No Milly there either.

But gosh, we sure had a wonderful visit!
(Cathy and I grew up together, and it's always nice to play 'ketchup')...
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Aren't they darling?
She is such a good mom!
I never knew any of her brothers and sisters not to be smiling either!
They ALL have that Smiley~Gene in their Irish blood!
Looks like her baby inherited it as well.

Cathys oldest is getting married this weekend!
Wow, we sure have come a long way!

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Get this...
She had been reading my blog night before last; taking notice of the photo of my "bug"...
What is so weird is that when they went out to their pool yesterday, she had the same bug there!
Of course neither one of us know what the heck it is...
Funny!

Back to Mama Milly-
By the time we got back, Milly was laying in wait for me, in the front pine trees. Sassy little runaway!
I am wondering if she was there the whole time???
... So I asked her.
She only muttered something when I fastened her up again. (Bet she was cussing up a storm too)!
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Does my corner look a bit better now?
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Before, ................~~~..........and after!

Gotta love 'em!
Again, the color is not right. Grrr....

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Last week, I'd found some very UNwelcome company in my little message box by the back door.
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I sprayed it with something very handy, as it was...
Greg's shampoo!
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(Hey, it worked)!

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But it didn't kill the little buggars either.
These very clean wasps have just relocated to the south service door of the attached garage.
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(That's not going to work either)...
But see how clean she is?!

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I'd better close- More scrubbles to do around here!
Have a grand weekend!
Stay cool, and safe!

XOXO
Me

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Originally posted to my Y! 360, Friday June 27, 2008 - 08:16am (CDT)