• 25Jul 08

  My grandson !!

  

  Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: I Love you I Love you I Love you...

  • Posted Jul 25, 2008 6:23 pm PT
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• 1Jun 08

  Last time we jump off a moving golf cart.... dont' you think..?

  

  My grandson... thought it would be funny to jump off the golf cart him and daddy were on. Except the cart was still moving...

  7 Stitches.......

  I love him to pieces but sometimes I wish I could lock him in a closet to keep him safe..

  • Posted Jun 1, 2008 11:00 pm PT
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• 27Apr 08

  fractured toe, 20 some days straight working and she lived in a dump.

  So I'm sitting on the floor in kitchen going through old baby clothes to give away or throw away when the phone rings. I have stoped jumping up and running for the phone a long time ago. I get up normal and walk two inches when I trip over the baby gate. Phone still ringing with me bend over cusing up a blue and my grandson behind me going "boo boo mama'?" His grandma still comes out mamma. After the pain passes in my foot I somewhat forget about it until it starts to swell and turn purple and for almost two days I can not put my shoe on with out screaming in pain.

  My new job has medical insurance, YIPPIE !!, so I decide to use it and go in to have it looked at. Well, seems I have fractured my pinky toe. Got to wear a big black boot for awhile. I get so much simpathy with that thing on. Even more when I tell people I got hit by a car, Then I tell them what really happand. It is funny both ways.

  I can now put shoes on and not scream, my heels still twings a little but not that much, going in again on monday to make sure things are healing correctly. THank god for medical insurance.

  This week end was my first night off in over 20 days. I almost started throwing things at people I was so tired. Working midnights that long make me loopy

  Took my grandson to see his mom in Indiana, She has moved there with the thing she calls her boyfriend. And with the way she talks you would think they are living in the promise land. "mom we have rented a house , It is so nice." I think , good not sleeping on a friend couch, which her and thing was doing when they first got down there.

  My daughter warns me that the house they have rented looks bad on the outside by it real nice on the inside. I am not sure what she calls nice BUT this house is far from nice. I have seen dumpsters that were nicer and cleaner and smelled a way lot better.

  There is duct tape holding the front door together and I mean A HOLE ROLL of duct tape. There is also duct tape around the bathroom sink and on almost every corner of the house. Even parts of the floor have duct tape to patch up a hole. The kitchen is not fit to have dogs live in it. there is garbage all over it.. AND SHE SAID SHE CLEANED before we got there.

  I can get past that they sleep in the living room on a fold out couch, they do not have a bed and even I would'nt sleep on the floor and the couch is comfortable. Or that she had not toilet paper or food. Even the best of us have been there. BUT!!!!!!!

  I told her there is NO WAY my grandson is living in this place until it is scrubed clean. I can live with the duct tape holding things together. at least they are together. BUT the filth has to go. The kitchen sink and one counter looks like it is growing grass on top of it. OMG!!

  She got mad but she knows I am right. we stayed the week end, I told her I would come again with him in a few weeks. I know she misses him alot but I also think she likes her freedom.

  The babys father has moved in with me , I had him do that because my daughter wanted to leave the baby with him while she moved to another state and 'get settled' and I wanted to be able to keep an eye on the baby ( and the father with the baby) so I am not doing it all by myself. My grandson LOVES his daddy and I know that the father loves his son. I know I have called him low life before, but he has come around. He may not be paying for things but he is doing 99% of taking care of his son. I have to give him credit for that.

  • Posted Apr 27, 2008 11:04 pm PT
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