Post-Graduate

We did it! It took 16 years of my life, but I finished formal school! Of course, that was two weeks ago. I took a cue from my grandad, and called it "The Jones School of Hard Knocks." I'm also in the shadow of my middle brother graduating, well, because if you don't know that, I would highly recommend that you start at the beginning of my postngs as you are new here. I'm also trying to land a job if I can. Of course, those pesky seizures come around now and again, and my meds are barely holding as a stopgap measure. I've got a solution for them, but I can't be off by more than a half-hour. My job, if I get one, will have to have a few safety measures, and little else, but I've got to remember to take those meds. Other things would be an updated dogtag 'round my neck, and continuous PT going a few days every week.
I will continue though to learn Spanish, and get tested (epilepsy-wise) later, and continue to update my wardrobe as I can. Nearly every shirt has a hole of some sort in it somwhere having been around for nearly 10 years. So much to do, so little wampum. Alas, the life and responsibilities of a high-school graduate.

Patience

I never knew getting on a jobs program was this tough. First, we get put off by the job agency for over six months, and only when I (+ my mom) threaten to do something about it do I see results in the mail in the form of forms. Job forms to be exact. But wait, there's more! Other parts had (have) to come together. It's more like hurry up and wait more than anything. See, my forms are special in how all the doctors and neurologists I have to fax it to, and then it is finally processed from my end back into the people at the jobs program. All in all, it takes, let's see, how much time is that; Carry the one, multiply the six, oh yeah! They're not done yet! *Restraining Patience* I'll have to keep hold of whatever insanity I've got left, because that's the only thing that's kept me going down here, well, that and Jesus, who has been with me day through day. He's been my rock and Savior, and I profess Him to be the absolutely perfect Lord of Life, and I highly reccommend Him to you too!

Western Wonders

Aaron Copland once wrote a classical music work in four pieces about the rodeo. Too bad he he ain't in charge of music no more. Just kidding. I believe it was Wednesday last we found ourselves at Reliant Stadium again. Never had I been to a rodeo before, and the stadium was the show only. You know the buildings that contained the car show a few weeks earlier? That was converted into makeshift mini- stables almost as far as the eye could see for calfs, lambs, sheep, the odd-llama like critter or two, and definitely steer plus cattle. It was kind of an understatement to call that area "crowded." But that's beside the point. That's what Texas is famous for: rodeos, and I'd never seen one; until now. Figure on it's taking me 18 years to see me get to my first rodeo and official rodeo fair, so allow me to cross that off my list.
On the way up the steps in said stadium, I was a handed a list of the series of events that were going to happen that night. Not knowing what was going to occur, but just trying to get out and stretch my legs, and went on my merry way.
The show had already started by about five minutes by the time we found our seats. There were many events: such as double roping, barrell racing, bronco busting etc. along with some of the shows in the breaks: wagon racing, lamb-tying, and for the mini- me's among us, lamb-busting. It all ended with a country western concert. Our threesome went outside to the carnival, and boy, did it look like Six Flags Arlington, only smaller, but it was pretty long, I'll give it that. The whole thing ran around both the now defunct Astrodome, and the Reliant Center. After we had walked ALL the way around it, we went back in the aforementioned buildings where they supposedly kept the livestock, only to be kept at the doors, for it was feeding time for the critters by then. By then, 10 pm , everyone was heading into the sunset (figure of speech)so we'd figure we would too. It would've been great to have seen the animals, but it wasn't a requirement. I got out of the house, and they got dinner, so we both won that night. You know, I'm getting to know the area around the Reliant Center pretty well. What do you think that one day I'll find my way down there sleepwalking? Now that would be a story worth a' tellin!

Mission Possible

There I am, a week ago with the crew as an Ascociate Advisor, in one of my first official roles in said job. Our outing was simply an overdue birthday party for one one of our founding members (a young lady).
I happened to arrive downtown a little early, so I waited outside the fancy chinese restaunt we were supposed to rondevous at. As it was an unnaturally cold and blustery evening, it didn't take long for me to take cover in the restaurant. I gave it 10-15 minutes of waiting before I got to wondering about whether I had arrived late. Turns out my problems were unjustified. Next thing I knew, my fellow advisor (who knew a bit more about the event than I did) tapped me on the back, and asked the store director where the party for the group was being held. Being closer to that person could've helped, but you do what you can. Turns out, some more of the people from this girl's history past and present turned up as 20 years of history fell from those tables, and time was spent with each guest by the star of the show. All too soon, it was time to pack up, pick up, and move down the road for ice cream, hot chocolate, and brownies. It was about 9:30p when they decided to go to the Barnes& Nobles in the Mall, but I was tired and didn't want to push my success with the seizures, now that I've finally got something going here, seizure-med wise. So I had my dad come pick me up. One of my several missions at this point in my life is to re-gain the confidence needed to begin going out again that I have lost in the three years I've been here. And when I mean here, I mean this house for the most part, but things are starting to look up.