I'm Baaaaack - Sort Of

I honestly can't believe how long it has been since I've written a blog - on any site. I haven't really blogged enough to get used to this new (to me) site or to develop a following, or to establish a list of places that I visit. I feel like I'm missing a ton of old friendds.

Life goes on. The cancer in Ernies lung has started to grow, slowly, and another hormone has been added to his regimine. On the last doctor visit the doc told him to quit fussing, that the lung cancer wasn't apt to kill him. It has been difficult because I have felt for several years now that Ernie is just sitting around expecting to die at any moment, and I'm not a very contented "sit arounder". Sarah remains with us. She is now going to begin the process of trying to get on disability due to her Chrohns and obesity (over 350). I hope she succeeds for a whol bunch of reasons!

I continue to work full time with adolescent teenage sex offenders. Most of my "boys" are also mildly retarded or developmentally disabled. Makes for a tough mix. I'm off on a few days mental health vacation right now and enjoying every moment of it.

The past two weekends I have spent time making doll clothes for "Liv" dolls. Liv is about the size of Barbie with a smaller chest and larger waist, barely. The most difficult part is the tiny seam allowances and very small room for error. On the other hand, the clothes are appreciated by the granddaughters, at least for now. I imagine that by next year they will have outgrown dolls all together and be more tuned in to boys, friends and the "right" clothes for themselves.

I have two grandchildren now married and a third ready to tie the knot sometime in the next year. I've heard a rumor that my granddaughter in Canada may be making me into a great grandma, although I've been sworm to "not knowing" by her dad until she decides to go public. I believe the hardest part of being the "great" will be to sit back and let the grandparents have the joy with the babies than I had with theirs. I though being a parent was a blast and a gift (most of the time at least), but grandparenting had it all beat to heck.

My back continues to pain me but I am learning to live around the pain. The doc wanted a second surgery, including a vertebrae above the first, then told me that it wouldn't really help the "arthritis" pain. I said I could live with it the way it is thank you, and no more back surgery unless it's a matter of losing control of any body functions if I don't !

Fargo is like his dad and I , fatter than is healthier for him. We swear off feeding him tidbits, then catch each other doing it anyway. One of these days. I hope all is well with anyone who takes the time to read this, and I thank you. Paulette