Saturday, October 25, 2008

I Did A Bad, Bad, Thing....

Okay...so you all by now know by computer issues. Well, Military Man finally agreed that MAYBE it was time to purchase a new computer and put the dinosaur out of its misery. So we have been looking and reading consumer's reports, and discussing what computer is going to meet both of our needs. In the meantime, Military Man was able to get the dinosaur up and running, but there is a catch. We can't shut the computer off. If we shut it off, we can't get to come back on. So, for the last month and half, the dinosaur has been cooperating. Until last week.

I did a bad, bad, thing folks....it was late, and I was busy trying to get some bills paid and got distracted by the bug, I shut the computer down. And when I say shut the computer down, I mean, logged off, and turned off. I realized what I had done almost immediately.

"Noooooo!!!" I screamed. But it was too late, the computer had shut down. "Oh well." was all that Military Man could say. We repeatedly tried to get the dinosaur to wake up, but it was having none of that. It kept sending us the message to reboot, you must reboot, you must reboot!!!!

I looked at Military Man and stated "You know, if we could just agree on a computer we wouldn't be having this problem." Military Man's response:

"If you hadn't shut the computer down, we wouldn't be having this problem." (Isn't that just like a man???)

Anyway, Military Man stroked the dinosaur's extinct ego, let it get a few days rest and this morning, the dinosaur decided to be gracious and came on for us. But Military Man and I have learned our lessons, I will not be distracted and shut the computer off and Military Man is not dragging his feet on getting a new computer. Hopefully, we will have a new computer in the next few weeks and the dinosaur can be put to rest for good. I will keep you posted!

Friday, October 17, 2008

And The Winner Is....

Drum roll please.....

Congratulations Torina. Your full moon in the afternoon could not get topped. I have $25.00 Starbucks Gift Card with your name on it. And as a bonus, I'm going through a moon pie in there too. (And for those of you who are not familiar with moon pies (the ingredients include chocolate, marshmallow, graham cracker), their big here in the south and are usually thrown at Mardi Gras.) Make sure you share it with your children. So come forward and claim your prize.

And to the rest of you. Thanks for sharing your stories. Until next post!!!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Time's Up...

Thanks for being brave and sharing your Seinfeld moments. I will announce the winner tomorrow.

Friday, October 10, 2008

A Seinfeld Moment...and a prize!!!


Several years ago I walked into the bathroom after someone had, how shall I put this...taken care of business. Now normally, I would have turned around and gone to another bathroom. But folks, I was about to pop. Three cups of coffee and a diet coke was more than my one bladder could handle. So I tried to use the bathroom as quickly as possible and get out of there before anyone else walked in or before I passed out from oxygen deprivation (it was that bad.) I washed my hands and was hustling out of the bathroom when the exterior door opened and in walked "The Big Dog." Now, this is not our current big dog, but our former big dog who ruled with an iron fist and everyone avoided getting on her bad side out of fear of retribution. I could tell by the look on her face that she thought I was the one who had funked up the bathroom. I wanted to scream up and down "It wasn't me!! It wasn't me!!" After that, if the big dog saw me coming out of the bathroom, she would go to another one on another floor. She constantly gave me funny looks and I swear she spread the word that I had bowel issues. I recently was in a yoga class and guess who was in there, the big dog. She has not come back to class since then.

I write this post assuming you all have at some point in you life watched Seinfeld. So you know when I say "it was a Seinfeld moment" you know what I am talking about. We all have "Seinfeld" moments, whether we realize it or not.

Yesterday we woke up late, so our entire household was hustling around the house trying to get out on time. After I hopped out of the shower I threw on my bra and underwear and put on the first thing I saw in the closet that was (a) clean and (b) did not require ironing. I pulled a brush through my hair, brushed my teeth, threw on some make-up and the bug and I were out the door. Upon arrival at the office, I greeted Gomer, and immediately went into a meeting with the head big dog and the assistant head big dog. From there I left to attend an emergency court hearing, followed by another meeting with one of our providers and making a brief stop at Burger King to grab a bite to eat in between meetings. My afternoon was spent meeting with our attorneys on a case and I did not make it to my office until close to 5 pm. At 6:30 pm I arrived at the ballet studio and spoke with several parents while waiting for the bug to be dismissed. The bug and I finally arrived at home close to 8 pm (had to make one more pit stop at Wally World aka Wal Mart to purchase cookies for the bug to take to school). Military Man joined me in the kitchen while I was cooking a quick dinner to discuss the events of the day and our upcoming weekend plans. He was going on about the weekend when he stopped mid-sentence.

"Betsy, did you where those slacks to work today?"

"Yes, why?"

"I hope you were at your desk most of the day."

"No, I had a meeting with Mr. Davis and Ms. Carter this morning, followed by an emergency court hearing, another meeting with one of our providers, a meeting with the attorney, I did not make it to my desk until close to 5 pm why?"

"Because you can clearly see your green and purple checked panties through your pants."

What is your personal Seinfeld moment? The best Seinfeld moment will win a $25.00 gift card to my second favorite addiction...Starbucks. I highly recommend their Old Fashioned Doughnuts and Orange Mango Banana Vivanno's. But definitely not together. The contest starts....NOW.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Farewell Barney...You Will Be Missed

Several months ago, I told you about our security guards, also known as "The Barney's." " The Barney's" became kinda of a joke around our office. They were all kind, elderly old men, who sat around talking about W-W-2. We all had our favorite Barney. Last week we received an email stating that effective immediately the agency had chosen to go with a different security company and therefore, we would no longer have the security guards that had been serving and protecting us for the last several years. With so much going on, I did not give it a second thought, until today.

My favorite Barney was not in his usual spot. My favorite Barney was gone. I really liked Barney (aka Fred) he reminded me a lot of my grandfather who passed away two years ago. Every morning as I drove up to work, Barney would check his pocket watch, take out his cigar, shuffle to the door to unlock it, and say "Right on time, l'il lady, you have a good day now." And every evening as I left (usually after work hours, oh and by the way, in case anyone is wondering, social workers at our agency DO NOT get paid overtime) Barney would look at me and say "you have a good evenin' now l'il lady. I'll see you in the morning."

I really liked Barney. On occassion, I would over hear Barney talk with the other security guards about W.W.II and I would laugh, because my grandfather always talked about being a World War II veteran. Barney walked like my grandfather, talked like my grandfather, and he honestly made my day brighter.

Today as I drove up, I noticed that a much younger security guard was on watch. That's right folks, Gomer Pyle has been assigned security watch at child welfare


"Surprise, Surprise, Surprise!"

Gomer seems nice enough and he did run quickly to the door and wished me a good day before I entered the building. But Gomer is no Barney. Gomer will not be shuffling to the door or smoking a cigar. I also don't see Gomer telling a hostile client that he is going to call 411 (yes, that's right, not 911, 411) if they did not calm down. I also don't think I will over hear Gomer talking about his experiences in W-W-2. I honestly wonder if Gomer is even familiar with World War II.

So, farewell Barney Fife, you will be missed and thanks for making my day a little brighter.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Addie Has Two Mommies!!!

Recently the bug had to complete a project for school. The project...create a picture of your family out of various items you would find in your kitchen. Each member of the family, including the pets, was to be represented. The bug was very excited the morning when she took her project to school to show at Circle Time. That afternoon when I picked her up, she looked at me very puzzled.



"What's the matter bug?"



"Do I have two mommies?"



"No, you have one mommy and one daddy."



"Addie has two mommies, does that mean that she also has two daddies?"



"Well, what did Addie's family project look like."



"Addie had a mommy, a mimi, and Addie. Oh, and Addie also had her cat, Whiskers."



"Well, bug, every family is different. Some children have two mommies, some children have two daddies, some children have a mommy and daddy, and some children have no mommies and daddies, just Nana's and Pop's. Every family is different and unique. That is what makes families so special. "



"Oh, I want to have two mommies like Addie."



"Bug, that's not going to happen."



"Why can't I have two mommies like Addie."



"Because Bug, you have a mommy and a daddy. We love each other just like we love you."



"Do Addie's two mommies love each other?"



"I'm sure they do."



"Oh, can I have ice cream for dessert?"



The next day when I picked the bug up she was very excited...



"Mommy, mommy, guess what, I was playing with Addie today and I told her that we were both very lucky because she had two mommies and I have a mommy and a daddy and do you know what Addie said?"



"No, what?"



"Addie said that she has a daddy."



"She does."



"Uh, huh Addie said that she has two mommies because her daddy lives in a bottle. Isn't that silly mommy, have you ever heard such a thing? Daddies living in bottles."



Okay...now how do I explain this one. When I approached Military Man, he was speechless. I'm sure the time will come when I will have to explain why Addie's daddy lives in a bottle. But until then I figure I will let it go.



Tuesday, October 7, 2008

What Do You Think? (Part III)

Yes my friends, it is time once again for "What Do You Think?" I received this comment from The One Who Really Cares. I would make a comment on this one, but well...just tell me what you think.

Wow lady what world are you in saying that many don't have the legal right to have an ax to grind regarding any Child Welfare business known. My child was raped, intimidated, threatened, harassed, provoked, lied to, denied food, denied help, denied freedom of choice, denied justice, denied a normal life,SHOULD I F''''N GO ON? How dare you improtrate families as monster's when I and many others have the Perfect Case to have your and many other agency's shut down and be rebuilt on humanity and put all of your asses in prison for what you really do to children in care. And what about this pet names between you,your child,and foster children, probably a game someone in your family protrayed while growing up and your expressing those games as an adult onto other peoples children including your own.What about your insecurities and your need to complain. Sounds to me that you need to go see a psychiatrist and take every other person in this line of work with you and really change your lives around and then pray real hard to God for repentness, because your all gonna need it,because whether you or anyone else likes it, JUDGEMENT DAY IS COMING REAL SOON, psycho!

Monday, October 6, 2008

How I Spent My Sunday...

Every weekend Military Man and I make it a point to spend quality time with the bug. On Saturday night, we took her to see Beverly Hills Chihuahua (by the way for those of you who have children...highly recommend it. The Bug loved it and is now begging for a Chihuahua.)



On Sunday, we decided to take The Bug to the local flea market...


That's Military Man and The Bug. Not quite sure what happened to the picture when I downloaded it.


The flea market is always an interesting place to go to. Just as LA Lady, she frequents the place QUITE often. We saw...



"Designer" sunglasses at "quality" low prices



Personalized Airbrush t-shirts...there were a wide variety of designs

Nipple Rings and other assorted "body" jewelry



Big Girl panties and bustiers for those individuals who still haven't put their big girl panties on....you know who you are (by the way, they are running a special 10 for $5.00).

Biker leather for those parents and children who prefer to live on the "wild" side.


Wigs...


And of course, the unofficial flag of the south...ummm, yeah...sooo proud.

We also saw lots and lots of chihuahuas in crates (The Bug offered to buy every one of them), as well as chickens, I would show you, but the battery died in my cell phone. Well, I hope you enjoyed our family outing as much as we did. Until next time...



Thursday, October 2, 2008

It Doesn't Get Any Easier...

I honestly do not know where to begin. This has been a week of anger, tears, rage, frustration, and sadness. And I still have one more day until the weekend.

On Monday I was called to a permanency planning staffing. These staffing's are always held when child abuse investigators are trying to determine whether or not a child should come into care. The team is compromised of investigators, family preservation workers, foster care workers, attorneys, and the big dog. Any time I am called to represent foster care in one of these meetings, I try to go in with an open mind, look at all the possibilities, look at all of the alternatives to prevent a child from coming into care. Because believe or not, the last thing I want is for another child to come into care. (That is probably why the supervisor for investigations dislikes me so much.)

But I wasn’t prepared for this, I honestly don’t think anyone in that room was prepared for this. You would think that with almost 10 years of working in child welfare, I would be immune, not jaded, just emotionally able to handle anything put before me. But like I said, I wasn’t prepared for this.

This was a case of a 3 year old boy with down syndrome, so severely beaten, the bruises covered his face, his back, his legs, his stomach, and his arms. The bruises were so clear and so distinct, I could see them in the pictures the big dog and lead investigator were looking at from across the room. The beating was so severe, the pattern of the belt imprinted on the child’s body. I wasn’t prepared for this, wasn’t prepared for the severity, never expected to see pictures this graphic. I had to walk away and gather my composure. Rage began kicking in, this was a 3 year old innocent child, worse, it was a child with a disability. But I was going to be objective, listen to what the investigators had to say, TRY to come up with the best solution to the situation.

And then the investigators stated that the child was in the hospital because there was a possibility of internal bleeding. Internal bleeding??? WTF did they do to this innocent child. And to make matters worse, no one, I repeat, no one in the family could say how the child received the bruises. They all had the same story, “Johnny” fell running down the hill. Folks, I am here to tell you, my child runs down hills, she falls, she gets bruises, but she DOES NOT come home covered head to foot in black and blue bruises with internal bleeding from a fall down the hill. And no one, no one could say how the child got the bruises, just that he got them when he fell. The final decision, go out, talk to the family again, see if there are any family members willing to sign an agreement to protect the child from further abuse and neglect. The case haunted me for the remainder of the day. I went home with a migraine and prayed there was someone for this child to go to, someone who could protect this child from further harm.

On Tuesday, the images of the child kept haunting me. He is just 3 years old, still a baby. Why? Why would someone do this?

On Wednesday the Big Dog called me and stated that an emergency permanency planning meeting was being called and I needed to be present. Oh, please, oh, please, let there be a solution. No, worse, according to the investigator, “Johnny” also has a heart condition. The family continues to state that “Johnny” fell running down a hill. “Johnny” who is speech delayed simply states he had an accident. Due to “Johnny’s” difficulty of care, there are no family members willing to take him home with them. The extended family members’ response “if they say they did not do it, then they did not do it, but it would probably be best if he was placed in foster care.” WTF???

Why? Why did this have to happen to an innocent child? This job doesn’t get any easier, and even though I have been doing this for close to 10 years, you are never truly prepared for something like this. I heart breaks for this child that he will have to be placed in foster care and not with family. I am angry with the family that no one will take this child home with them. And I am furious that someone would do this to an innocent child, no less a child with a disability.

We, not only the social worker or child welfare agencies, but the community at large, have a duty to protect children from abuse and neglect. We cannot turn our back to a child’s safety. But instead of trying to find a solution, Federal and State Government continue to cut budgets, groups rally together to rail about the "evil" child welfare system. Social workers with limited resources and stretched to their capacity scramble to do their best to meet the needs of children such as "Johnny."

This isn't about whose right or wrong, or is with sin or without, this is about that child who currently lies in the hospital due to severe child abuse. This is about ensuring the safety of all children. This job doesn't get any easier, no matter how much experience you have or how prepared you are. When I started my job 10 years ago, I was told that my role as a child welfare social worker was to put myself out of a job by ending abuse and neglect. It's 10 years later...