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Posts tagged casey
Bits of fluff… if they floated, mostly shit that doesn't float
Dec 30th
Someone calling all day from a number that shows up on reverse phone directory as some church in GA. Every time we’d answer though, it sounded like whoever it was was speaking from the bottom of Lake Erie. Garble garble garble. Ends up being #2 son from Iraq – figure that one out. Call number 13 finally connected decently enough for him to tell me to check my email, like I don’t do that 20 times a day anyway.
Lawyer consultation this morning.
Sky and Casey Video
Dec 15th
I finally got that video finished and burned to DVD for Sky, and now I’ve loaded up on MySpace. So if you have an extra 14 minutes there’s tons of pictures of the baby, right up to our trip back from the Grand Canyon.
Sky and Casey so far
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(I can’t understand why the video shows up when I preview, but once I post I get a bad URL)
Monday's moaning
Nov 6th
I can’t wait for regular commercials to come back on TV. I’m so sick of political crap I could scream. EVERY commercial break. Its like having these assholes arguing in my living room. I’ve gotten to the point that I don’t watch stuff on TV, I record it and catch it later, fast-forwarding over the breaks.
More later. Gotta go take Venus to her final doctor’s appointment. They might actually get a car soon! Whoo-hoo.
Casey and Venus' First Anniversary will be
Jul 28th
July 28, 2007.
Yup. Casey called me this morning and told me they were going before the Justice of the Peace at 5:00 this evening and I’d better be there. And I was, and Buck met us there, and Ginnie was already over there for the weekend, and their roommate and his bratty daughter and her two nicely behaved siblings, and Casey’s best man Derek and his horrible wife and their two daughters. Small bunch. Venus wanted me to stand up with her, and Derek for Casey. Which I did. It was nice, though the Justice was a tad “off.” Didja know the most important thing in any relationship is communication? Over love, even. Right. Okay. And it was hot and muggy in that building. I’m hoping the pictures Ginnie took don’t show the sweat marks ruining the shots. AND I announced nobody was allowed to call her Sky anymore now that they were officially married.
Our last name is Walker. See if you can figure that out.
I took the kids to Olive Garden after, and halfway through dinner I’d had enough. I pushed myself too hard today and now I’m exhausted. I just wanted to post this.
I'm sooo proud
Jun 19th
My son has been tasered. Oh Joy! Let me write this in his baby book.
I’m venting here because I have to be the supportive Mom in R/L. Couple of fucking idiots I raised!
car accident
Mar 10th
My sons were in a car accident today. Coming back from a day at the lake apparently the driver swerved to avoid on oncoming car and drove into a boulder the size of a semi. The little nursey-poo that called me with the usual lack of information sounded pretty chipper so I didn’t let myself get too worried. She’d mentioned one son, and knew nothing about the other and I knew they’d left the house together. CONFUSION.
So I get to Scottsdale’s hospital and Casey’s getting a CT. So I call home to catch hubby and HE says other son Max’s friend called the house and that Max was supposed to be at the same hospital. Trudging back inside (no cell phones allowed inside) I get the security guard (what, no receptionist?) to find out what the hell’s going on. Meanwhile Ginnie is freaking out and I’m trying to remain calm.
Eventually I’m allowed back there and Max is right across the aisle from Casey, both in neck braces and BOTH with very nasty attitudes. They can’t move to see each other, but they keep yelling across the aisle at each other. Buttheads. Max pissed cuz Casey got the helicopter ride and Casey pissed cuz they cut his new clothes off him. Fortunately nothing more than bruises in the long run but there I am again, keeping everyone else calm. Another couple of hours and we all get to go home.
Of course then I lose it, screaming and cussing half the way home – nobody to blame in this instance. Stop for gas and Casey starts wandering around in his hospital gown like it’s the latest fashion, and again at the pizza place. Head injury or just plain idiotness?
They all went out again afterwards. Happy Birthday Casey! Wear a seatbelt this time!
