Have You Seen My Baseball?

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

Soooooooooo, it’s been a hectic week dealing with two new admissions to the unit and a discharge. One of my little ones has gone to a good loving home, so I couldn’t be happier for him. I’m glad to know, actually ecstatic to know that this child’s biological parents will not have access to him ever again. He has gone to a caring and loving family that has fostered him several times and this is a good thing. Moving away and out of state from the biologicals is also a plus for all involved. WOO HOO! Can I get a WOO HOO for the system that actually worked?

We’ve had two new admits to my unit this week, and we’re losing three admits in total this month. Things are changing and that’s either a good thing or a bad thing, I’m not sure yet. At this point, it’s hard telling due to the unknowns with the new kids. More shifting around will be occurring due to the new group home opening up and shuffling a few appropriate kids out to that group home from my unit. One of which will be kinda nice to remove the unit since he’s such a pain in the ass in the morning to get up and get dressed, especially since he’s got to be so hands on at times because he just doesn’t want to do what he’s supposed to do in the mornings. The group home pays more than the main buildings due to the higher responsibility involved. This means the house is not locked, the kids can wander freely about the house if you’re not careful, and you’re in a residential neighborhood that may or may not like the fact you have 8 different vehicles taking up space around their cul-de-sac between shift changes.

Sometimes the people that live around the group homes are just assholes and plain ol’ special in the head. Have you seen my baseball? If y’all haven’t seen There’s Something About Mary, then I’ll briefly explain that Mary’s brother is a special needs individual with an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) about baseballs and not wanting anyone touching his ears, unless he likes that person, otherwise he flips out and monkey stomps your ass. I’ve got kids like that about various things at times. Imagine living near a house with a load of children with various special needs? I’m not sure how most people would feel about it, but I’ve heard some real jerk-wad stories about current neighbors. Mainly making fun of the kids and saying stuff like “Have you seen my baseball?” Grrrrrrr.

I never thought I could be so protective of them like a mother until I’ve had them out in public with people who look at them like they’re just the most disgusting beings on the planet. I have one child who doesn’t have much of a vocabulary; he obsesses over strawberry waffles at IHOP. He’s a sweet kiddo too. People sometimes look at him when we’re on outings in the community and it makes me irritated to say the least when I see looks of disgust on their faces. Eh? Who the hell gave you the right to judge a child that way?! Grrrrrrrr. Grrrrrrrr.

In other work related news, another one of my co-workers was fired in the past week. WTF?! Apparently one should not be insubordinate with one’s immediate supervisor. It doesn’t matter how long yah been around either, you could get canned. Also, telling a resident they are disgusting is not acceptable fodder to spew about in front of them, no matter how true it is. These are just mental notes, especially after the whole paper tossing incident that could have potentially gotten me into deep shit, but was luckily Jedi Knighted away. This is not the incident you are looking for. Carry on as if nothing happened. HAH! I am watching all me P’s and Q’, my one year anniversary is next month! =)

So HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY peoples! I am knocking around bronchitis yet again whilst I chow upon a bowl of clam chowder, cleaning off the very highly cluttered desk while sipping coca-cola from a Styrofoam cup and chattin’ with my honey while he’s trying to work. =) Hee-hee-hee. All the while I have been rolodexing through my music collection and jamming to energetic parakeet squawks and Rammstein. Throw in my constant obsessing over budgetary demands; it’s been a slightly busy day. I suppose the budgetary obsessing is a direct of result of being unemployed once upon a time. It sucked ass.

Alas, next month is the nearly infamous anniversary of Gulf Wars. The trip from hell that nearly killed me and several of my Rivenstar buddies at any given moment while on the road. See Gulf Wars post. No trailers this time. No one but the Adam and Me driving down. No obnoxious “Go Team Rivenstar!” Bless the poor soul who was Camp and Caravan Dad and will never do it again. Poor guy.

YAY! Gonna stop by and see the Mom along the way. She’s a halfway point of the trip now. Mom’s been so darn excited she can hardly contain herself. She’s already cooking for an army, I know it! Homemade biscuits and gravy, hash browns, potato pan cakes, BBQ, all kinds of goodies she’s talking about. Throw in the homemade strawberry freezer jam, and we’re in hog heaven. =) I have already told her and emphasized not to go overboard, but I know she will. Gotta love the Mom.

Oh well. Time to jet!

Tammolly~ Lookin’ forward to vacation time!


...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…