Friday, December 22, 2017
Thursday, November 09, 2017
Something new to deal with the old
I did something new today. I went to a counselor. After a doctor visit two weeks ago, my doctor suggested counseling. And I have to be honest, I was not hesitant, I need an impartial person to handle all that is going on in my world. Which at times, I do not juggle well at all. In fact, the plates crash to the ground.
I will go once a month to get started. That is really all I can afford at the moment. Today was just get to know me day. She even asked me about my dogs. (I firmly believe if you are a woman, you should see a woman - a man see a man)
On one of the lines of the paperwork I filled out before the appointment it asked about family, I replied "There is not enough room on this page." Or something like that. I called the forms "self evaluation" - it made me look at my life. Already seeing areas I could improve in and such. I am a fixer, I need to stop or is that a pleaser? Maybe the same thing. I had to write my weaknesses and my strengths and when you think about it, what makes you strong makes you weak. Then my goals I want out of therapy.
There was a statement at the end as you progress some sessions will be hard to handle and will be very emotional. Too bad I cannot go when I am having one of those days. Just show up out of the blue - knock knock "Hello, I am having a bad day." But I cannot. So I will write here or in my prayer journal.
I have hurt my back severely. But insurance will not approve any further tests and such until I do Physical Therapy, twice a week for six weeks, of which I cannot afford. I am so discouraged about my back and my weight gain.
And I am smack dab in the start of menopause. Some women are telling me "I am in year nine." "Year 10" How encouraging. I have always been cold natured, now I am hot a lot - and I wake up with soaking wet hair and clothes. Talk about misery.
Mom is still bedridden, but eating and swallowing. I do not like taking pictures of her in these final stages because I want to remember her stronger, funnier, etc. I took them of my dad and I threw them away. It broke by heart, that wasn't daddy.
I now have extra care on Saturday and Sunday. I am getting out on Saturday and going to church Sunday. We just started this week. We were thrown off due to time change and schedule change, but we will get there. It felt like going home when I sat down in a chair, seeing my church friends and family. Man, I have missed it. I try not to feel guilty about someone missing church so I can go, but the agency will use a different person each Sunday so it is not a constant thing for one person. That does make me feel better. Every caregiver is on unique. I love them all. And so funny. Last weekend we had an old school caregiver. I never ask them to clean my house or anything. Their job is mom. But everyone of them goes above and beyond. I am so blessed.
I am praying for Tori and Sam. Man, I want to see some wise decisions soon. Sam is one inch away from the Army, literally. He has to lose an inch. He is not giving up, I am so proud of them for that. Tori - oh my Tori. I know you will read this. You know what I am talking about. You are boxing yourself in.
I will try to update more often. Hope all is well with everyone.
God Bless.
B.
I will go once a month to get started. That is really all I can afford at the moment. Today was just get to know me day. She even asked me about my dogs. (I firmly believe if you are a woman, you should see a woman - a man see a man)
On one of the lines of the paperwork I filled out before the appointment it asked about family, I replied "There is not enough room on this page." Or something like that. I called the forms "self evaluation" - it made me look at my life. Already seeing areas I could improve in and such. I am a fixer, I need to stop or is that a pleaser? Maybe the same thing. I had to write my weaknesses and my strengths and when you think about it, what makes you strong makes you weak. Then my goals I want out of therapy.
There was a statement at the end as you progress some sessions will be hard to handle and will be very emotional. Too bad I cannot go when I am having one of those days. Just show up out of the blue - knock knock "Hello, I am having a bad day." But I cannot. So I will write here or in my prayer journal.
I have hurt my back severely. But insurance will not approve any further tests and such until I do Physical Therapy, twice a week for six weeks, of which I cannot afford. I am so discouraged about my back and my weight gain.
And I am smack dab in the start of menopause. Some women are telling me "I am in year nine." "Year 10" How encouraging. I have always been cold natured, now I am hot a lot - and I wake up with soaking wet hair and clothes. Talk about misery.
Mom is still bedridden, but eating and swallowing. I do not like taking pictures of her in these final stages because I want to remember her stronger, funnier, etc. I took them of my dad and I threw them away. It broke by heart, that wasn't daddy.
I now have extra care on Saturday and Sunday. I am getting out on Saturday and going to church Sunday. We just started this week. We were thrown off due to time change and schedule change, but we will get there. It felt like going home when I sat down in a chair, seeing my church friends and family. Man, I have missed it. I try not to feel guilty about someone missing church so I can go, but the agency will use a different person each Sunday so it is not a constant thing for one person. That does make me feel better. Every caregiver is on unique. I love them all. And so funny. Last weekend we had an old school caregiver. I never ask them to clean my house or anything. Their job is mom. But everyone of them goes above and beyond. I am so blessed.
I am praying for Tori and Sam. Man, I want to see some wise decisions soon. Sam is one inch away from the Army, literally. He has to lose an inch. He is not giving up, I am so proud of them for that. Tori - oh my Tori. I know you will read this. You know what I am talking about. You are boxing yourself in.
I will try to update more often. Hope all is well with everyone.
God Bless.
B.
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Today....
Today is gloomy and rainy. Mom is sick. I have not slept in two days. Insomnia. Heck. I am battling loneliness big time. I’ll never understand why people don’t visit, even for thirty minutes. I know we are not that exciting, but it sure would help.
Starting next weekend I will have help with mom on Saturday and Sunday. Enabling me to get out and get back in church. I think being in church regularly will do more for me than anything. I miss it.
I have plenty of things to do in this house that’s for sure. The garage even. No gumption about me.
We are under a new hospice agency. I’m getting used to them and their way of doing things. I know their answering service is rude. Heck her cough sounds terrible.
Please pray.
Starting next weekend I will have help with mom on Saturday and Sunday. Enabling me to get out and get back in church. I think being in church regularly will do more for me than anything. I miss it.
I have plenty of things to do in this house that’s for sure. The garage even. No gumption about me.
We are under a new hospice agency. I’m getting used to them and their way of doing things. I know their answering service is rude. Heck her cough sounds terrible.
Please pray.
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Dear God,
I feel so selfish right now. So much chaos in the world, my problems seem minute and “dumb.”
My heart is breaking. It is broken. I wish I had answers or understood. I know you are here. I know you see.
From Jabez...”bless me indeed..”
My heart is breaking. It is broken. I wish I had answers or understood. I know you are here. I know you see.
From Jabez...”bless me indeed..”
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Dear Son
Dear Son,
You are 19, you know it all. You are loud and messy. You reminded me of my dad, your Pepa, whom I know you would have been close when you pranked me hiding my phone and hugging me so tight it hurt while laughing with a laugh that is only yours. Man you love a good joke.
You have changed course, you plan to join the Army full time. Even, with all that is going on in the world, I know this is the best thing. This is your calling. You are a protector. You stand up for others. You love your country.
I cringe at your vocabulary at times, but you will come into your own. I pray for you as I am trying not to take a skillet and whack you one. When you become a dad , don't be like your mom and yell, love and guide them tenderly. Be the dad you wanted. Be there for them. Money doesn't matter. Time does. You know that. I wouldn't change all the fun times you, me and your sister had on Saturday and nights in our room at Mema's telling stories, watching TV and just talking. I am so glad we had those times. I firmly believe those times have made you sensitive to women and intolerant of those who do not take care of families.
Dear Son - I love you. You are not a baby - you are growing in to a man. I am so proud.
You are 19, you know it all. You are loud and messy. You reminded me of my dad, your Pepa, whom I know you would have been close when you pranked me hiding my phone and hugging me so tight it hurt while laughing with a laugh that is only yours. Man you love a good joke.
You have changed course, you plan to join the Army full time. Even, with all that is going on in the world, I know this is the best thing. This is your calling. You are a protector. You stand up for others. You love your country.
I cringe at your vocabulary at times, but you will come into your own. I pray for you as I am trying not to take a skillet and whack you one. When you become a dad , don't be like your mom and yell, love and guide them tenderly. Be the dad you wanted. Be there for them. Money doesn't matter. Time does. You know that. I wouldn't change all the fun times you, me and your sister had on Saturday and nights in our room at Mema's telling stories, watching TV and just talking. I am so glad we had those times. I firmly believe those times have made you sensitive to women and intolerant of those who do not take care of families.
Dear Son - I love you. You are not a baby - you are growing in to a man. I am so proud.
Dear Daughter
Dear Daughter,
I love you. I am amazed at your strength, your compassion for others, your love for your job. You inspire me.
I hope I have some wisdom left to give you. I hope I wasn't too bad of a mom - do not be like me, do not yell at kids - work it out with a lower tone. I regret I was a hollerer. Please forgive me.
You have decisions to make. Oh, am I praying that discernment and wisdom fall from the sky and make it easier and faster. I pray for you.
I love you.
I love you. I am amazed at your strength, your compassion for others, your love for your job. You inspire me.
I hope I have some wisdom left to give you. I hope I wasn't too bad of a mom - do not be like me, do not yell at kids - work it out with a lower tone. I regret I was a hollerer. Please forgive me.
You have decisions to make. Oh, am I praying that discernment and wisdom fall from the sky and make it easier and faster. I pray for you.
I love you.
Healing and Restoration
Healing and restoration has come to our family. I think. Maybe I am a tad doubtful about it. It feels a tad incomplete, I cannot explain it- but it is better.
Three sisters now talk regularly. Mom and dad would be proud. We have gone shopping and shared a meal or two. Helping to recall lost memories - especially for me being the youngest. My sisters grew up together, they have memories together and of a younger parents. Like more than none, our family is not Norman Rockwell. Our parents far from perfect made mistakes, painful and hurtful mistakes. I have forgiven them. I cannot hold onto anger and bitterness. It takes away from life, doesn't mean I forget. Because I do not, but I cannot obsess.
Sisters. We are sisters. All blonde with help from a bottle , all see with glasses, all caregivers, all love - we are restored. I am blessed.
Three sisters now talk regularly. Mom and dad would be proud. We have gone shopping and shared a meal or two. Helping to recall lost memories - especially for me being the youngest. My sisters grew up together, they have memories together and of a younger parents. Like more than none, our family is not Norman Rockwell. Our parents far from perfect made mistakes, painful and hurtful mistakes. I have forgiven them. I cannot hold onto anger and bitterness. It takes away from life, doesn't mean I forget. Because I do not, but I cannot obsess.
Sisters. We are sisters. All blonde with help from a bottle , all see with glasses, all caregivers, all love - we are restored. I am blessed.
TEXAS - HURRICANE HARVEY
A category 4 hurricane hit Texas yesterday. Many towns, many people, many business and more affected. At this writing there has been one confirmed death.
I have seen on the news the devastation. I have a special interest in a little town. Rockport, TX. Steve has a cousin who lives there with a wife. A charming town of 10.000. I like looking at the pictures and the videos of folks on the beach or at town celebrations. They take care of their own.
I am trying to imagine what they are feeling as they see the same news footage as I do. Do they recognize their houses? Their streets? I saw the store front of bookstore that looked untouched, but video took us to the back and the side and it was devastation. Ironically there was a section or two still standing. I wonder what books survived? The laundry mat - destroyed. You could see the line of dryers leaning precariously against the one wall still standing. The owner has no insurance. He came to collect change from the machines and money from the machine. A reporter could not believe there was no looting in the town. I can, Getting to know his cousin, his wife, his friends and family, I have come to know the town. I think it reminds me of our little Brighton - minus the beach.
The town will rebuild. Souls will heal. All will realize as we all do at one time or the other, if not already, stuff is just stuff. Lives matter. Families matter.
God Bless Rockport, TX and all of Texas. You are in my prayers.
I have seen on the news the devastation. I have a special interest in a little town. Rockport, TX. Steve has a cousin who lives there with a wife. A charming town of 10.000. I like looking at the pictures and the videos of folks on the beach or at town celebrations. They take care of their own.
I am trying to imagine what they are feeling as they see the same news footage as I do. Do they recognize their houses? Their streets? I saw the store front of bookstore that looked untouched, but video took us to the back and the side and it was devastation. Ironically there was a section or two still standing. I wonder what books survived? The laundry mat - destroyed. You could see the line of dryers leaning precariously against the one wall still standing. The owner has no insurance. He came to collect change from the machines and money from the machine. A reporter could not believe there was no looting in the town. I can, Getting to know his cousin, his wife, his friends and family, I have come to know the town. I think it reminds me of our little Brighton - minus the beach.
The town will rebuild. Souls will heal. All will realize as we all do at one time or the other, if not already, stuff is just stuff. Lives matter. Families matter.
God Bless Rockport, TX and all of Texas. You are in my prayers.
ACCEPTED
I am an administrator for a relatively new Facebook page for Fibromyalgia. I have been diagnosed with Fibro. I stay in pain. I cannot do too much in one day or I will pay for it dearly the next three days. People will literally look at you like you are nuts when you mention it and you finally learn not to say anything except "I do not feel so hot today." or lie through your teeth "I m fine, how are you?" Right now, I have a cold and my hair hurts. I have always been light and sound sensitive - key symptoms to Fibro. It is usually brought on my stress or injury and I know that 10 years of care giving has taken its toll. But I would not change a thing.
Accepted. Acceptance. Accept. Accepting. The one thing I have noticed as an admin in this group, (and it is the fastest growing group I have ever been part of 1,453 to well over 6,000 members in one month). This group is made up from people all around the world, all faiths, lifestyles, beliefs, cultures, you name it. It is fun getting to know people in little known countries in some corner of the world you didn't know existed. The common link - Fibro. They are so glad to be accepted and to be part of something bigger like there is nothing else..... Oh, how wrong they....we are.
Christ is our link. He is our bridge. He loves us all. The majority of members in this group have such low self esteem, including yours truly at times. I truly forget how valuable I am. How God knows me better than any person.
Psalm 139:14, KJV “I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.”
John 6:37, ESV “All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never cast out.”
Romans 15:7, NASB “Therefore, accept one another, just as Christ also accepted us to the glory of God.”
John 1:12, NASB “But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name.”
Romans 10:13, ESV For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”
Romans 15:7, NASB “Therefore, accept one another, just as Christ also accepted us to the glory of God.”
1 Samuel 16:7b, NKJV “For the LORD does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.’
Accepted. Acceptance. Accept. Accepting. The one thing I have noticed as an admin in this group, (and it is the fastest growing group I have ever been part of 1,453 to well over 6,000 members in one month). This group is made up from people all around the world, all faiths, lifestyles, beliefs, cultures, you name it. It is fun getting to know people in little known countries in some corner of the world you didn't know existed. The common link - Fibro. They are so glad to be accepted and to be part of something bigger like there is nothing else..... Oh, how wrong they....we are.
Christ is our link. He is our bridge. He loves us all. The majority of members in this group have such low self esteem, including yours truly at times. I truly forget how valuable I am. How God knows me better than any person.
Psalm 139:14, KJV “I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.”
John 6:37, ESV “All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never cast out.”
Romans 15:7, NASB “Therefore, accept one another, just as Christ also accepted us to the glory of God.”
John 1:12, NASB “But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name.”
Romans 10:13, ESV For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”
Romans 15:7, NASB “Therefore, accept one another, just as Christ also accepted us to the glory of God.”
1 Samuel 16:7b, NKJV “For the LORD does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.’
How Hard is it to become a Christian? Not at all! God loves you, He is waiting, He will accept you just as you are - you do not have to clean up your act, quit this, stop that, dress one way or the other, do not wait! Just ask. No fancy words needed
God forgive me for my sins, I know you sent Jesus to die for me, please forgive me, please come into my life, change me, do your work in me, I am ready Lord to accept you.
How to become a Christian – Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ.
Romans 3:23, ESV for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,
Romans 6:23, ESV For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Acts 16:30b,31, KJV …what must I do to be saved? So they said, “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved…
Romans 3:23, ESV for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,
Romans 6:23, ESV For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Acts 16:30b,31, KJV …what must I do to be saved? So they said, “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved…
How to accept Jesus into your heart – Confess and Believe
John 1:12, NLT But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God.
Romans 10:9-10, 13, ESV If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved. For everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.
Listen to the below - God Loves you just as you are.......
JUST AS I AM
John 1:12, NLT But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God.
Romans 10:9-10, 13, ESV If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved. For everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.
Listen to the below - God Loves you just as you are.......
JUST AS I AM
Monday, July 03, 2017
Now you are a dad 19 years later
Tori and Sam's dad has come back into their lives, now that they are grown. Tori is more accepting and forgiving because she has memories - she was five when he left.
Sam is still bitter, though he seems to be coming around. I encourage him to forgive and not be angry - I want him to have that relationship. But Sam will tell you his dad was never there - and his best friend's dad is his more like a father to him.
Their dad came to graduation and all I could feel was relief. Relief that I feel nothing, relief that I do not have to deal with him, relieve that I am not married to him. I don't hate. I feel nothing. Is that even normal?
Anyhoo, I do hope they can have some form of relationship, you need that tie, that connection.
Sam is still bitter, though he seems to be coming around. I encourage him to forgive and not be angry - I want him to have that relationship. But Sam will tell you his dad was never there - and his best friend's dad is his more like a father to him.
Their dad came to graduation and all I could feel was relief. Relief that I feel nothing, relief that I do not have to deal with him, relieve that I am not married to him. I don't hate. I feel nothing. Is that even normal?
Anyhoo, I do hope they can have some form of relationship, you need that tie, that connection.
Now....
Now that I have posted catch up pictures and quick facts, I can get into the meat again. Right now I am sitting at work. It has been a slow July 3rd. Really slow.
I have a page of sorts on FB - Remember me Momma - and I am attempting to write a book. But I have discovered, it is hard to write when you are living it. I have this blog, all my FB posts to copy from, plus a diary of sorts. A friend lost her dad yesterday to this hateful disease of Alzheimer's. His doctor admitted him to psych place (no place for dementia or Alzheimer patients) they over medicated him, he fell and broke his hip. He was there for a medicine evaluation. I am not particularly fond of the place anyway, dad was there and they over medicated him to the point he could only crawl. So, he had hip surgery, went to what was supposed to be REHAB - what the heck ever - it was the same hell hole dad was in. From hip breaking to passing away - one month. He was in Stage two - capable of dressing himself, feeding himself, walking, etc. He was just a tad out of control. His sundowning issue was an embarrassing one - he would make passes at his daughters and any female - and they had to get it under control for him to be around his granddaughters. They trusted those giving them advice. I would go after that farce of psych place and the ignorant doctor who should have know better.
Hospitals, doctor offices, all medical facilities are not equipped for Alzheimer's. Unless they are built and designed for those with the disease specifically, they cannot handle them. Staff is not trained, the facility is not set up. You cannot leave a tray of food with one with Alzheimer's - they will not eat - you have to prompt them. I am hurting for her and I am furious for her. 1 person worldwide is diagnosed every 60 seconds. We are in a epidemic. Politicians do not care, insurance companies do not care, a select group of researchers care.
There is no vaccine, no treatment, no cure - nothing to even try to stop it. The only disease with these facts. No one survives. I am starting to see more and more stores of those with Early Onset Alzheimer's disease. People in their 20's and 30's and they decline faster than those in their 70's-80's.
I would gladly sign up for a study if it would help others. This disease destroys so much. I hate it. Back in the middle of my divorce and single mom years - I thought I hated my ex - oh no - that was anger. I hate this disease.
I have a page of sorts on FB - Remember me Momma - and I am attempting to write a book. But I have discovered, it is hard to write when you are living it. I have this blog, all my FB posts to copy from, plus a diary of sorts. A friend lost her dad yesterday to this hateful disease of Alzheimer's. His doctor admitted him to psych place (no place for dementia or Alzheimer patients) they over medicated him, he fell and broke his hip. He was there for a medicine evaluation. I am not particularly fond of the place anyway, dad was there and they over medicated him to the point he could only crawl. So, he had hip surgery, went to what was supposed to be REHAB - what the heck ever - it was the same hell hole dad was in. From hip breaking to passing away - one month. He was in Stage two - capable of dressing himself, feeding himself, walking, etc. He was just a tad out of control. His sundowning issue was an embarrassing one - he would make passes at his daughters and any female - and they had to get it under control for him to be around his granddaughters. They trusted those giving them advice. I would go after that farce of psych place and the ignorant doctor who should have know better.
Hospitals, doctor offices, all medical facilities are not equipped for Alzheimer's. Unless they are built and designed for those with the disease specifically, they cannot handle them. Staff is not trained, the facility is not set up. You cannot leave a tray of food with one with Alzheimer's - they will not eat - you have to prompt them. I am hurting for her and I am furious for her. 1 person worldwide is diagnosed every 60 seconds. We are in a epidemic. Politicians do not care, insurance companies do not care, a select group of researchers care.
There is no vaccine, no treatment, no cure - nothing to even try to stop it. The only disease with these facts. No one survives. I am starting to see more and more stores of those with Early Onset Alzheimer's disease. People in their 20's and 30's and they decline faster than those in their 70's-80's.
I would gladly sign up for a study if it would help others. This disease destroys so much. I hate it. Back in the middle of my divorce and single mom years - I thought I hated my ex - oh no - that was anger. I hate this disease.
Me and Tori
I can say with certainty we looked alike at the same age of three. Not to sure about now.
Fervent
You need to read this book. It is about prayer. Powerful. I started a ladies Bible Study..we are going through this book.
Two pictures
I bought this online--I loved it. It now hangs in kitchen.
Like I have $ 🙄. I have the old man praying - it's called Grace. But we repainted most of the rooms and I wanted it. It hangs looking at the Grace pic.
April the Giraffe
Like millions around the world, I watched in anticipation for the birth of April's baby. I had alerts set up on my phone. As I watched April, I became more educated on these sweet animals. My sister, Judy bought me a stuffed Giraffe at Goodwill. I named him Patches the one eyed Giraffe. 
April hamming it up to the camera
April and baby
Baby
Patches
April hamming it up to the camera
April and baby
Baby
Patches
Sam's graduation
Senior year is usually the easy year. It was our tough year. Whew. But I am so proud of this young man.
New Great Nephews
World of Eliza....
Our sweet, beautiful, funny grandbaby. We have yet to go to Colorado. We hope to. Life keeps happening.
A junkie....
I am a Facebook junkie. I love watching animal and kids videos. I like saving recipes and diet tips that I will probably never use. I comment on news posts, etc...I'm polite but people sure are mean and not polite back at you. Heaven forbid you have an idea or a difference of opinion. I do clean up my feed time to time-deleting sneaky political stuff.
I try from time to time to cut myself off and it is hard to do.
But if you want to find out information fast - look on Facebook. I "unjoined" a few groups this past weekend because of the meanness and cruelty toward others. It is unreal.
Friday, June 30, 2017
Yes I know.... Horrible
Yes, I know I am horrible! It has almost been a year since I last posted. I just tried the app on my phone and I have to pay to publish, well no. I guess I can write and then login later on computer to publish. Seems like a lot of trouble to me.
Quick updates:
Mom is still with us - bed ridden, but here.
Sam graduated high school, still plans to join the military - working on weight. He met with recruiter yesterday. He is working in the factory where I work, he may change jobs to a higher paying job.
Tori is fine - she is close to completing year one of full duty with PD. She has a few classes she needs to take to finish school and obtain her degree. We disagree on a few things - I wish she would listen to wisdom...if not that...experience.
Steve is doing okay. Working hard. Very hard. Still in unsafe neighborhoods. I wish he could find a position on one property.
Steven Jr - is still very sick with mental and addiction issues. We tried having police pick him up - but somehow he talked his way out of it. They would have kept him three days. That would have given us time to obtain guardianship.
Brandon - He is Colorado. Doing fine. He lost is job at Petco, but has found another.
Davin and Jordan - Are doing good. Seem happy.
Eliza - beautiful, sweet, funny - we have yet to be able to travel to Colorado, they came here in January.
Work - Well, we are in peak season.
I am going to work on posting with pics. Wow, I had promised myself to keep this updated for my kids and grandkids so they would know my heart.
I will do better.
Quick updates:
Mom is still with us - bed ridden, but here.
Sam graduated high school, still plans to join the military - working on weight. He met with recruiter yesterday. He is working in the factory where I work, he may change jobs to a higher paying job.
Tori is fine - she is close to completing year one of full duty with PD. She has a few classes she needs to take to finish school and obtain her degree. We disagree on a few things - I wish she would listen to wisdom...if not that...experience.
Steve is doing okay. Working hard. Very hard. Still in unsafe neighborhoods. I wish he could find a position on one property.
Steven Jr - is still very sick with mental and addiction issues. We tried having police pick him up - but somehow he talked his way out of it. They would have kept him three days. That would have given us time to obtain guardianship.
Brandon - He is Colorado. Doing fine. He lost is job at Petco, but has found another.
Davin and Jordan - Are doing good. Seem happy.
Eliza - beautiful, sweet, funny - we have yet to be able to travel to Colorado, they came here in January.
Work - Well, we are in peak season.
I am going to work on posting with pics. Wow, I had promised myself to keep this updated for my kids and grandkids so they would know my heart.
I will do better.
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