Sunday, August 21, 2005

well, things have improved slightly, i suppose. my grandmother has gone back to the nursing home, the relative i hate to love has gone home, and the relative i love to hate only calls 4-5 times a day instead of 10. the doctors think her bleed is resolving itself, but one of the xray reports of her hip mentioned something about a malignancy. Regardless of the final diagnosis/findings the plan is the same. we will do nothing, for the previously stated reasons.

my parents brought the kids of a guy my mom's trying to help out home with them from church. the father has an surgical site infection and needed to go to the emergency room. he has custody because the mother was caught smoking marijuana while pregnant with the 4 month old, and giving beer to the 15 month old. both kids have sweet dispositions, and are well behaved but are underdeveloped. the 4 month old is still small for 0-3 month clothes, and the 15 month old only says 2-3 words. i don't know if i trust the father and everything he says, but i feel so sorry for the kids. the mother, who has visitation (this is another tangent), brought the kids back today at 6pm and they are both sunburned. the little boy is wearing clothes that are too small for him. the diaper bag reeks of cigarette smoke and there are no diapers for the little boy.

all that leads me to this, people should have to get permits before they have children. these two people should never have been parents

perhaps the only real positive for me today is the fact that my internet connection is working again. it was been up and down all weekend (mostly down).

and one more thing before i go...i just watched tonight's episode of Wanted. i watch this show for 1 reason and 1 reason only...Josey Scott. unfortunately, it is not as rewarding an exercise as it could be. the show needs more josey, less everyone else...

1 comment:

Bones said...

Hey ThreeLs, Josey and Vin both emailed me today, they said to tell you to UPDATE YOUR BLOG!! Now, I know you know better than to keep Mr. Diesel waiting...