I know seriously, we were going to go bowling but I just wasnt feeling the crowds at the Brunswick XL today. So I opted for mini golf. I noticed it wasnt too hot. In the car it was 106 but if felt cooler. Then we drove in the rain and the temp dropped to 71!!!! WOW. I love Monsoon storms. Unfortunately its about 90 now but it could be worse.
Best birthday present ever is rain for me!
Is it your Birthday??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
I am headed to bed so I'll talk to you tomorrow! 
What a weird freakin day here! Hang on for a wild, sorta long, story.
My sister is here to pick up her 17yo DS. He is the one that is autistic. She placed him voluntarily with the state of Oregon about 10 years ago, not that she couldn't take care of him, but because he would qualify for many services that he couldn't get if he lived with his natural parent. He lived with one family at first that didn't work out, then finally was placed with his skills trainer at school. She applied to become his foster mom. She is a young, single woman and took wonderful of him. Now that he is going to turn 18 next month, my sister has decided it is time for him to come home. He loses many services, etc. when he turns 18. Her 3 other children are grown and she is in a position to be able to devote much time to him. During the past 8 years that he has been with this foster mom, my sister sees him several times a year, he comes to visit her at Christmas, spring break and summer time. She even got him a cell phone so she can call him every night.
The foster mom has become extremely attached to him and my sister was trying to make this a peaceful transition, but the foster mom has become increasingly difficult to deal with. Finally my sister just called the social workers and they set up a time (this Monday) to turn him over. Yesterday the foster mom called and wanted to meet with my sister, they could tell him together what is happening, etc...
We met them this afternoon at a restaurant, where she told her she has filed for legal guardianship! A few words were exhanged, we left the restaurant and she had her mother (who is a legal process server) chasing my car thru the parking lot trying to serve legal papers! We ended up in a crazy loop around Portland trying to ditch a couple of cars that were following us!
Anyway, my sister was able to get ahold of the social worker, who says that the lady is just a foster mother, has no legal rights and has been ordered to turn him over Monday. We have a feeling that she will try to run with him. She has lots of family that will help her. She is a generally nice lady, but she truly believes that this child is her's and I think she is now willing to do anything to keep him. Anyway, the social worker (thank God my sister had her cell phone number) told her to not stay at my home tonight to avoid getting served with legal papers. They will go to her home tomorrow morning with police presence to remove him. This is so not the way my sister wanted to do this, she wanted to have them maintain their close relationship.
Needless to say, we were both freaking out and I just want you guys to know that if you ever have anyone chasing you I do really well at eluding process servers and cars that are following us.
Yeah, I know nobody's here, but I just need to say this. I swear I am still running on adrenaline!!
I was peacefully driving out of the parking lot when the foster mom's mother comes running towards us with papers. My sister yells, OMG! She's a process server, she has papers, get the heck out of here! I actually pulled out in front of a car, can't believe I didn't get hit. The light was red to head Northbound on the freeway, so I headed into Portland, took all sorts of crazy turns, this maroon colored PT Cruiser was following us. I finally ditched it. We got on another freeway, which eventually merges into Interstate 5 to get to my town. We believe it was her red van parked on the side of the freeway that was waiting for us to go by. It got behind us, we took the next exit, waited for the light to turn yellow, the floored it and lost them as I know the back way onto the freeway. We then took the back roads to my house. I tell you it's just totally crazy.
The foster mom does know where I live, she was here once about 5 years ago. I watched my nephew for them when they went on vacation. Luckily we live in the country so Mapquest only gets you within 2 miles of our house. I just keep waiting for them to come up here and start something or try to serve papers.
Good gravy on toast! I just saw your posts Alison!! <---for the foster mom chasing you. On another note, props to you for ditching her! 
Yeah, I know nobody's here, but I just need to say this. I swear I am still running on adrenaline!!
I was peacefully driving out of the parking lot when the foster mom's mother comes running towards us with papers. My sister yells, OMG! She's a process server, she has papers, get the heck out of here! I actually pulled out in front of a car, can't believe I didn't get hit. The light was red to head Northbound on the freeway, so I headed into Portland, took all sorts of crazy turns, this maroon colored PT Cruiser was following us. I finally ditched it. We got on another freeway, which eventually merges into Interstate 5 to get to my town. We believe it was her red van parked on the side of the freeway that was waiting for us to go by. It got behind us, we took the next exit, waited for the light to turn yellow, the floored it and lost them as I know the back way onto the freeway. We then took the back roads to my house. I tell you it's just totally crazy.
The foster mom does know where I live, she was here once about 5 years ago. I watched my nephew for them when they went on vacation. Luckily we live in the country so Mapquest only gets you within 2 miles of our house. I just keep waiting for them to come up here and start something or try to serve papers.
Mission Impossible indeed!!!! 
I'm like you............I also feel guilty just sampling a grape, hardly ever go over the speed limit and so forth. 
I hope that in a few years, after more healing in your soul, that you will be thankful to have your Dad's flag. You then will be able to show it to your children, and tell them how proud you were of him, and his service to our country. Take care hon, and I pray today is a better one for you. 
WHAT??
How do you know that ?? So now I'm frustrated, and once again I told him that I know what I'm talking about, that I have had these before and so on. He finally called in a prescription for me. It was the most bizzare conversation ever. Of course at the time, I was not so happy. 
Quite interesting, because this doctor was gone in no time. I must not have been that only one to have a problem. Whew!! 
Hi M. don't you love when people do that....Mornin Gina!
How is you ex best friend?
Your story today kind of reminds of something like that, that happened to me years ago. I had a bladder infection, which was quite normal for me to get. Of course it suddenly came upon me on a Sunday morning. So I called my doctor, who happened to be out of town. Well the clinic he worked out of, had hired a new doctor, who was on call that day. So when I explained my symtoms to him, he proceeded to tell me that wasn't my problem. Huh? Oh and I forgot to tell you, that he spoke very broken English. So I told him again my issues. He continued to tell me that wasn't what was wrong with me. Even so far as to say, "It doesn't hurt you to pee."
So after that experience, I got a hold of my regular doctor, and told him the story.
Then I read that Nintendo did not expect the Wii Fit to become so popular and high in demand (I find that odd considering they thought the same thing when the Wii console was released and it was more popular than the PS3). The article also mentioned that it's been a little over 2 years since the Wii was released and Nintendo still has trouble meeting the demand for it. 
So I started my day at 5:30, a time I haven't seen in months, since our last Disney trip. (Is there a bleary-eyed smilie?)
) and DS7 LOVES them. I mean, would eat them for breakfast, lunch and dinner if we let him. 
