Hi ya, folks!!! Nice to be back - although as you can see, it will not be as often. Well, I turned 44 years last week on July 27th. Marty, my brother who is over here visiting me and looking for a new job, took me to dinner at a place called "Old Orleans." Yup, that's right, a taste from home. It was decorated with all things from N'Awlins (New Orleans) as well as the taste and sound from Cajun Country. I received a HUGE birthday gift that day from God in the form of 22 boxes with all my belongings!!! Can you believe that gift?!!! I know that "all things are possible with God;" but I never thought this could happen on my birthday of all days. Go figure.
Now that I told you about Marty, my brother being here, I can't remember if I wrote this in a previous blogpost or not. Yeah, Marty arrived here on July 14th and will be staying for until September 14th (two months). I have to say that I am so happy to have him here, but I am not sure Marty likes me hovering over him all the time. I just can't help myself - I miss having family and friends around and I know his time here will come to an end, so I am trying to suck everything I have out of this time with him. I just hope he will laugh about this time at family gatherings in the future. Knowing Marty, I'm sure we will.
I really have not been doing too much prior to Marty coming here. Mostly work, laundry, grocery shopping, paying the bills, and sleeping - you know, the domestic crap. This week I have to be in court two days, which is not too bad since social workers are not permitted to talk in court (unless on the witness stand). Yea for me!!! The rest of the week I will be "putting out fires" or catching up on paperwork. Next Sunday, Marty and I are going to a major soccer (football) game against Chelsea vs. Manchester United at Wembley Stadium in London. I cannot believe I was able to get these tickets for Marty and I. I promise to post pictures.
I have to be getting to bed so i have enough energy this week to withsatnd all the parents and kids and others shouting names at me and telling me how I don't know what I'm doing or that I should just go back to America and mess up the lives of "my own." Different country, same shit. Here's something I challenge anyone who reads this blog to do -- if you ever come across a social worker who works in child protectionor for children's social services, please thank them for saving the life of a child, no matter how much bad press they get. We really do have hearts and feelings. As I said before, I wish this job did not exsist. Well, time for bed. Good night.
