Romeo @ MindSay

They're taking Romeo away.

They're putting him at the school his brother goes to in 2 weeks.  I know that sounds like a good idea, but he likes it where he is, and we like having him.  Not that he isn't one of the most difficult kids in the class; that goes without saying.  He's the one who told me to "fuck off" my first day working in there.  But he's still mine and I love him and I don't want him to go.

The counselor today started to tell me about all the horrible things going on in his and Tyrone's lives.  And I know it wasn't even scratching the surface, but it was really hard not to cry.  I know that parents usually try their best, and that some situations aren't ideal...but my kids.  My G-d.  How is it I grew up so close to them, but we've had none of the same experiences?  That they don't go home to parents who love them and want to read books with them?  Or tell them they did a great job or ask them about their day?  How do they end up living with their 99-year old grandmother who can't even take care of herself?  How isn't there an organization that goes in and fixes these things?

I know we have ACS, aka Child Services, but they're clearly understaffed and under-trained (Nixzmary, anyone?).  But really - this is so hard.  He doesn't want to leave the school, the systems we have in place, his friends (today, he stood outside for 10 minutes hoping Justin would show up, I know because I found him and stood with him and saw his disappointment when Justin remained absent, another worry of mine), or people like Ms. N and Mr. K who are there for him all the time.  He will never tell you this, but he loves it at our school.  He feels safe there.  But because his brother's been getting into a lot of trouble, and his aunt wants the two of them to be at the same school (even though the schools are an avenue and about 3 blocks apart, if that), he's leaving us.  None of us want him to go, but he is.

It's not the teaching of lessons that will make teaching hard for me.
It's things like this that will slowly kill me.

I am posting this as a tribute to Lady Daughtery I met her 8 years ago and to coin a corny clich'e she had me at hello.We moved in with each other at which time I lost my entire family but I was in love.I worked my butt off,when I wasn't physically working I was thinking of ways to better us.When we got together we lived in a furnished room,within a year we bought an apartment house and within two years we had two apartment houses and a one family house and cottage.Three years later we ran into problems and lost everything and had to start over.I went back to work and made sure we had food she had cigarettes and her medications.Not once did I ever ask her to work,that was my job.To an extent the Lady is honest most of her profiles say doesn't want kids.About a month ago after many years my son contacted me he was having problems one being drugs.Being he is a juvinile I agreed to try and help he was going to come stay with uswhich was a couple of hundred miles fromwhere he lived.Well when it got close to the time for him to come holding to her profile the Lady took off.I went to work in the morning and by night she was gone.What amazed me was some of the things she took.My last pair of clean socks,one dog and two of my Hells Angels shirts yet she left behind a few pictures of her grand children.The way she left really hurt I have given up the apartment and moved from Massachusetts to Reno where I used to live I start a new job saturdaythe other downside I couldn't take my other dog so I had to give her to the shelter.Do the math on the odds of them not putting her to sleep she was a pitbull.I guess our love was like Romeo and Juliet

I just had the best experience ever at PetSmart!

I walked in, and I thought that I probably shouldn't go to the adoption center, because that always brings up way too much temptation and I end up falling in love with animals and then having to walk away.  Today was no different, however there were 3 of the most adorable kitties I'd ever seen in my LIFE in there.  One of them was a 5 month old boy, and he was just ALL ABOUT THE LOVIN.  He had this loud motor on him and he was rubbing up against the cage and just forcing me to fall absolutely in love with him.  There was this little baby girl, a black 8 week old kitten born 2 days before my birthday.  She was so cute, she was tumbling all around the cage and she'd stick her tongue out at me.  But then she'd come up to me for some loves.  And then there was this 1 1/2 year old boy who was just gigantic, and he was also all about the loves.  As soon as you walk in they all meow and purr and not so secretly say "pick me pick me!!"  And I would have taken all 3 home if I could.

I went to get the cat stuff I needed and went up to stand in line.  In front of me was an older man with a gorgeous white parrot on his shoulder.  Now, generally I am not a huge fan of birds after being attacked and thrown under a car by a red winged blackbird, but this bird kept saying "Aflac" and "How's it going?"  It was so cute!  So I put my hand out and asked his name, and his owner said his name was Romeo, and that he was about 2 1/2 years old.  He also informed me that they live to be about 80 years old.  So thats one heck of a commitment.  But he told me I could pet him, that he wouldn't bite.  I started petting him, and Romeo put my finger in his mouth (without biting) and stepped onto my hand.  He walked up to my shoulder and started dancing!  It was hilarious!!  He was just dancing away, saying "hello" and "aflac" and "hows it going" and "you're pretty" and then he went for my earring and thats when his owner took him back.  Such a cool bird, though. 

Romeo and his owner left, and I checked out, and there was another guy behind me.  All of a sudden when I was signing for my credit card purchase I felt this mass on my leg.  I looked down and there was this dog standing right next to me, actually almost ON me.  His owner looked down and said, "I think he likes you!'' I could only reply with, "That must be the theme of the day."  The dogs name was Tucker, he was 14, and he was also all about the leigh-lovin. 

I left with a little bit of a jaunt in my step, feeling very loved and excited to get back to my kitties :)

"yea, noise? then i'll be brief. oh, happy dagger
this is thy sheath: there rust, and let me die"

I tried out for the play Romeo and Juliet.

 

And... I also got into the play.

 

I'm playing Juliet..

 

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