School

I am in school again, yes, my old ass is back in school.  I am learning Medical Coding and billing and it is very, very challenging.  As all billing is done electronically now, I learning to navigate the billing software, learning the procedure codes and diagnostic codes, and trying my best to keep my head above water.  I'm hoping this class I'm currently enrolled in will net me at least a B.  The first two I got A's in.  Oh, let's do the happy dance.

Ok, I'm done.  My goal is to work from home, maybe start my own business if I live that long. HA!  I hear from my son EJ and he is doing well.  He cooks for the CO's in his jail, and is a trustee.  The greatest thing is that he is learning to cope without any substance what so ever.  He is getting into physical fitness, and works out every day.

My depression, as always, seems to ebb and flow, from day to day.  Some days I feel hopeless, some days I feel amazing, the bipolar ride.  I'm feeling the need to write again, something I have abandoned for awhile now.  Don't ask me why, it just walked up and slapped me on the head!

My friend R was arrested for driving on a suspended license, so I hooked him up with EJ's lawyer, a marvelous man, a fine man, and an excellent lawyer.  I don't know what's going to happen with R, as he may be designated a habitual offender, here in the great Commonwealth of VA.  The laws in this state are wack, and there is no longer the Miranda law, it seems. I always thought when they handcuffed a person, you were being arrested, and the next step was to recite your miranda rights, but, hey, not so, not in VA.  I think this is a kickback of sorts from the Patriot Act.

I have a new friend, S, and I love her to death.  She has been a very good influence on my life.  And of course, I have my new daughter, Lorena Marty, and my new grandson Tristan.  I love them both so much.  I can't tell you the joy they have brought to me.  I am truly blessed in many, many ways.  And I can see that light, there!, right there, at the end of this tunnel!

My new make-believe boyfriend! Lord have mercy, this is a fine looking man! Gets my hormones in an uproar.

I was feeling sick one day, and was laying in bed, looking for something to watch on TV. I hit the On Demand button, scrolled through the movies, didn't like any, then went to HBO, and scrolled through the series. I saw Trueblood, and thought, why not see what this is about. I started with Season 1, and after about 30 minutes, I was hooked. I spent the next two days catching up on this wonderful, amazing, fantastic show on TV. I loved it. I can't wait for the next season to start.

Something about this show makes me feel like I'm 20 years old again, and ready for anything. There is excitement, sex, humor, social commentary (though cleverly disguised) and just about anything you could want. It grabs you somewhat the way Lost did in the very beginning. I just hope it doesn't lose it's momentum the way that Lost did, for me, anyway.

Anyway, couldn't you just pour this man in a plate, and sop him up with a biscuit??

2010-05-03

Now how could any mother have a more wonderful Mother's day gift than finding her grandson?  Allow me to introduce you to Tristan, who will be 7 years old on May 9, 2010.  He has his father's nose and ears, and that stare is unmistakeable.  One day, I hope to hug this little boy and tell him just how much he means to me.  He is a gift from God.  His mother is a jewel, a kind, giving person.  Travis, I found your son!
Tristan, ain't he a doll!!