Wednesday, March 10, 2004
score update
At the end of round 2, the score is: Ms. von Munchausen -- 1, The Good Doctor Noyz and The Wife -- 3
"Come gather 'round people, wherever you roam" - Dylan
In a rather ironic turn of events, Ms. von Munchausen has been banished from her very own so-called Home for Children with Significant Medical Needs. The State Child Protection Agency found a judge or someone like that to decree that she could have NO CONTACT with the children THEY PLACED in her OWN HOME while investigations (YES! PLURAL!) are ongoing. Her husband, yes HER own HUSBAND, decided to kick her to the curb until this whole thing blows over.
But the thing they haven't realized is. . . this may not pass. Look just beyond the edge of the horizon. . . clouds gather, darken and begin churning. . .
"You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows" - Dylan
Wait, hold on a minute, give me a brief opportunity to savor this moment.
Then, an even more remarkable thing happened. News about The Boy! His caseworker, and ours, have a new plan. The Wife and I finish jumping through all the hoops this week, we get The Boy next week. SWISH!
Wow. Holy fucking wow.
No more time for bloggin' right now. Lots of forms to fill out.
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"Come gather 'round people, wherever you roam" - Dylan
In a rather ironic turn of events, Ms. von Munchausen has been banished from her very own so-called Home for Children with Significant Medical Needs. The State Child Protection Agency found a judge or someone like that to decree that she could have NO CONTACT with the children THEY PLACED in her OWN HOME while investigations (YES! PLURAL!) are ongoing. Her husband, yes HER own HUSBAND, decided to kick her to the curb until this whole thing blows over.
But the thing they haven't realized is. . . this may not pass. Look just beyond the edge of the horizon. . . clouds gather, darken and begin churning. . .
"You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows" - Dylan
Wait, hold on a minute, give me a brief opportunity to savor this moment.
Then, an even more remarkable thing happened. News about The Boy! His caseworker, and ours, have a new plan. The Wife and I finish jumping through all the hoops this week, we get The Boy next week. SWISH!
Wow. Holy fucking wow.
No more time for bloggin' right now. Lots of forms to fill out.
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