Paladin is off at therapy. I just realized that I haven’t been here in like 2 weeks. Ya’ll need a quick catch up. So here goes:
* We’re doing a menage a therapist thing now. That’s right. It takes 3 of them for us. lol Nah, it’s not quite that dire. Dr. Mark went on a rotation for 2 months and handed us off to Dr. Max and Dr. Randy. Dr. Randy is just for Paladin. That was good because a fair amount of our time in therapy was being spent as one on one time between Paladin and the docs. He needed his own thing for a while to sort through everything he’s gone through since his illness began all those years ago and to build this new life and find a direction for himself after his forced medical-retirement. I kind of wish I were there though. Paladin has significant short term memory loss, and I’m not there to be his short term memory bank. As for Paladin and I, there are still issues but they are no longer BIG fights. Just small quiet ones. That’s progress. Right? Eh…
* Brian’s truck broke down and we spent several days shuttling his brother, Manjina around to temp jobs. Manjina finally got enough cash together and the truck is back on the road… for now. Brian’s step-brother, Ralph Jr., wants the truck back and since the VA has now taken Brian’s entire $900+ check, it’s a matter of time before the crap hits the fan on that one. We’re keeping our fingers crossed that it happens off our property.
* The last kids weekend was spent coloring pumpkins (we’ll carve them this Saturday) and then Sunday after church, we had a picnic/tea party. They had fun and I took a bunch of video for Youtube (honeywine2000 is the username if you’re curious) to send to the grandparents. Paladin’s Dad got very emotional over the video. He is a sweet man. He and Paladin are both big ol’ girls. 🙂
* Here’s another kick in the lady balls for those of us with no children. Did you know that if you’re married to someone on Social Security disability you only get benefits if you have children with them or are 62 or older? Isn’t that lovely? Doesn’t that fall under some sort of discrimination? Seriously?
* Then Tina called asking if I’d talked to our Dad recently. I haven’t. Heck, I barely get the time to scratch my own butt half the time. Tina couldn’t get anyone on the phone for a couple of days and finally started calling around. Where was Dad? JAIL! Why? Apparently, he and Step-slag got into it and he threatened to off himself. She had the cops take him away. I guess there’s a backlog of some sort because he’s been in jail a week now in protective custody waiting to see the regional head-shrinker. Tina called Uncle Jim who lost his mind over this. I was even surprised at the names he was calling the Step-slag. At any rate, the last I heard a few of my uncles were getting together to go break him out. Tina, Uncle Jim, and I have all offered to put him up over here. Step-slag isn’t answering at their place in Mississippi and for all we know, she’s jumped ship with the contents of the house. I guess he’s taking too long to kick the bucket. All those multiple insurance policies must be getting expensive to keep up. So, I guess I’ll find out eventually what’s going on there.
* We’re also busting our humps to get everything around here done in preparation for spending more than 2 weeks in San Antonio starting the middle of next week. A lot of it is that little stuff you do to get ready for winter like build a dog house and take out the air conditioners and repair a broken window. But, when you’re trying to get all of that done, keeping several medical appointments, taking care of the kids, and taking care of paper work (Paladin is still trying to get his TDY crap fixed…we decided to get an advance for the trip because they’re backed up on TDY payoffs to the point that if we’re lucky we’ll get our last 2 TDY payments sometime in 2010), it all gets to the point where you don’t know what you’re doing from one minute to the next. I haven’t even thought about what to pack yet! And then there was special paperwork.
Yep, it took us forever and a day, but we finally got wedding 2 done. 🙂 I think it was my favorite. It was sweet and simple and something of an international affair at that! We just headed up to Natchitoches to Front Street and had the parish Justice of the Peace meet us there. Front Street has such great scenery and even though it was a wet morning, we got great pictures. We even had a local photographer who is also the Cane River Heritage Area office manager pop out and take a few pics for us and she posted them online here. Then an older gentleman popped out and took our picture telling us that he only spoke French. Before I could use my extremely limited high school French to ask “French Canadian or France?”, he disappeared. Then when we went into the Les Saison candy shop for our wedding dessert (handmade chocolate truffles…mmm…so good…I get at least one every time I go), we were congratulated by a gal from London. We were a real sight, I guess, because people were stopping and waving. I do love living in the South sometimes. 🙂 Everyone seemed so happy to see us everywhere we went. I would have thought they’d be jaded seeing people taking wedding pictures all the time on Front Street. It was truly lovely. It made me wish I’d skipped the first wedding and just had this one. We had lunch at The Landing and then before heading home, Tina and I went into the local Goodwill. If we were a sight on Front Street, we must have been something else at the Goodwill! lol One lady stopped me and asked if I was buying my dress because she was putting on a bride of Christ passion play. 😀 I’ll say it again: I love the South. Just to put the cherry on top of such a Southern experience, I bought several pairs of tap shoes for my Borrowed Girls (they look just like plain mary janes and I was desperate to find them inexpensive dress shoes for the holidays). On the way back, we stopped at the Nat’l. Guard Armory and Tina dropped off the last of the ex-husband’s things (he’d left some stuff including his paternal grandfather’s coins behind and I wanted to make sure he got them before they deploy in the next couple of months) and he told her that his maternal grandfather died back in May shortly after he’d moved out. I feel really sorry for them. I loved his grandfather. I really did. Then, after all of that, we stopped at Mom’s to drop Tina off. I wish I’d had the camera running because Mom was so happy she was about to jump out of her skin. She said, “So now I really CAN say that they’re my grandkids!” I just told her that I thought she already was. They’ve been calling her Grandma for months now. It was just a really happy day. And here’s the proof:
Of course, if you’re on my Facebook, there should have been a link to all the photos over on Walmart’s site. I won’t even lie and begin to promise to talk to everyone any time soon. I’m hoping that with all the down time stuck in the hotel room in San Antonio that I can catch up for a while at least. I’ll talk to you soon-ish though! 🙂