Halloween 2011

My little granddaughter came down to show us her costume (and get her candy!). She was very proud of her school (a 4 star), and her mother hopes that she can still attend it although they have moved to another county.
I need to move to another area of the country.  This state is literally killing me. The stress from all  the things they did to my kids and me during my divorce and child custody years.  Can you believe it took me 8 years to get custody of my children - and I scored the highest on the parenting test of anyone in this area.  Why does the court order tests and other things, and when the outcome differs from what they expect, they just ignore it?  How children suffer from this attitude!
And the time it takes for judges to make decisions! They either don't realize - more likely don't care - that the child's soul will shrivel and fade away.  What is a person without a soul? My son is a prime example of how the courts and their minions literally ruin children's lives. We believe adulthood begins at 18, a fraction of the rest of life, but the most formative years. These are the years when a child's morals and values are formed. By the time, we finally got judge #3 to listen to us, my son was nearly destroyed.

So much to do~

I still don't have my presentations finished.  My printer doesn't work, and I need to make copies of things in order to finish them..  I'm getting a LOT stressed.  I WILL get them finished: it's just that I wanted them finished earlier.  Unfortunately, I have felt miserable during the last few months and didn't get them finished like I had planned.  Nothing goes as planned, though, as you just have to "roll with the punches!" 
Well, I must get back to work. Just a couple of weeks until the presentations are due!

Another Beautiful Day

The titile says it all: today was a beautiful day.  It started off slowly, but by noon, the weather was sunny and beautiful.  As the days draw closer to winter, these bright sunny days are greatly appreciated.
I've been thinking a lot about dissociation lately.  It seems to be a one of those double standard topics. I can dissociate while sitting in a boring lecture or driving down familiar stretches of road, but when it comes to dissociative identity, it can't be done.  Why not?  Why can't a personality shatter and break into tiny little fragments. After all, the human soul is more fragile than the finest crystal. Thoughtless words break the spirit everyday. Abuse shatters the psyche: it actually is murder. The body continues to live, but the soul is changed forever.

The Visit

Just had a lovely visit from my daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter.  We spent a lot of time shopping, talking, going places, etc.  The big trip was to the pumpkin patch in southern Indiana.  The whole family usually goes. My middle daughter didn't go this time as she and her husband were attending a wedding in Chicago, so they were certainly missed!  Little Ella had a great time.  She rode the pony three times, played in a corn box (like a sand box), jumped once on the bouncy ride, went down a huge slide with her mother several times, and then went to the pumpkin patch via a hay ride where we picked our pumpkins - personally - from the patch.  Ella wanted to carry one of my little gourds, but it met its demise when she tripped on a vine.
Later that evening, we had a family reunion to celebrate Rachel's birthday.  Everyone was there but her twin brother, Ben., making the evening bittersweet.
The seven (almost) days that they were here flew by and now leaves a hole in my heart, but it won't be long before I'll be going to Colorado to help out when baby Aubrey arrives!