Today I went to the #DFW area to visit my daughter, one of my nieces, and my ex-mother-in-law. Though enjoying the views outside of the window there was the additional irony of when going to fill up the car seeing a sign for a store called Cactus Jack, and as I stopped to get gas where I had in the area I can honestly state in this writing of the best signage for the time. Okay, admittedly possibly two thirds of a pun. However, still quite amusing to me as it truly lifted my mood even higher and I had and have a smile as big as the state of #Texas. I know such may come across as childish and simple minded, however it still is quite funny to me. For those who understand, you know and comprehend my laughter for such.
Upon arriving I brought the Caramel Pecan Pies I made into the house and hugged my ex-mother-in-law before seeing my daughter, and hugging her; of which is a recipe I created. It was exciting to see my daughter and admittedly hurt, because of the circumstances for the amount of time as such was quite bittersweet. As the one niece who was there walked into the area, another bittersweet hug as the discussions began and continued throughout the day and afternoon. There had been some showing of pictures of my son as well, as the time had been as it had and my ex-mother-in-law needed to see the pictures as did my daughter and my niece.
During such discussions about several topics including the aspects of my daughter's healthcare and maintenance thereof, there were portions of which certain patterns of behaviour were also brought up to discuss. There were portions discussed in reference to the treatment at McCoy Elementary School of Carrollton Texas in reference to the classmates treatment as well as the volunteers and the staff, Carrollton Farmers Branch Independent School District including the district therapy, and the responses as well as lack thereof too. Though while talking about those portions there were intermittent points of other topics such as understanding in reference to military portions as well as certain aspects, of some funerary portions. There also was discussion in reference to the aspects in regards of the aspects which my ex-mother-in-law had purchased three plots at a cemetery, one for her Grandson Joseph, one for her Granddaughter Marissa, and one for my daughter; which clarified portions in reference to topic points my daughter had discussed, previously on the phone calls over the time of the previous week.
School and education was also discussed in reference to my daughter's attendance including the classwork needed for graduation, as well as daily hygiene regiments to better quality of life and assisting thought clarity. There was also discussion of the facts in reference to more details in regards of the school treatment at McCoy Elementary of #CFBISD though also in the high school of #FWISD currently of which my ex-sisters-in-law, my ex-brother-in-law, and my dead ex-husband had attended.
It was brought to my attention of the different portions of what occurred at the high school of which when my daughter had brought up the treatment aspects while also having already discussed the portions of my ex-sister-in-law Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez blaming her for her behaviour, possibly if she thought about how the high school was when she and Mary Evongelina Nichols Osteen had attended the high school they would recall certain portions of and would be more open and sympathetic to my daughter. Especially if any of the guidance counselors and/or teachers which were in the high school when they were in attendance there, are some of the staff members my daughter is having classes with. If any of those staff members remember any discussions with my ex-mother-in-law, so too for such. While I admittedly had not brought that set of points up for discussion at the time, I am fairly certain if they look at my website or their daughters do then they can ask such questions.
Which then brings me to a different topic of which was later in the afternoon about as to why I had stopped speaking with my ex-sister-in-law Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez or whatever her new legal married last name is now with her twin daughters. I had already previously explained the portions of the school situation and the #FortWorthZoo incident briefly though when that discussion topic occurred I had brought up the one hospital visit before and after the comment which I distinctly remember her making in reference to my daughter compared to my son, of which the treatment my daughter has received I wonder if such would be true at this point since many times there was extreme interest in what my son was up to and doing. Though I was told by my one niece she could not see her mother saying such while living in my ex-mother-in-law's house of the treatment difference between my daughter and my son possibly because of being a bit too close to the situation, though if taking a look into the portions of the fact my niece is living with my ex-mother-in-law only after the death of her brother; possibly some correlations could be made, to such truths through patterns of behaviour. I do not doubt my other niece would have a bit of a different point of view in defending my ex-sister-in-law Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez (?legal married last name now?) Then when bringing up the situation in reference to the tattoo portion on Susie's stomach which my one niece there said she did not know of any tattoo, to then say something about the possibility of not knowing how the specific details given to my ex-sister-in-law had been given at the time for the one hour and not for an entire tattoo which in turn one hour means only one hour; as obviously one hour does not include tip, when specifically explaining one hour for whatever tattoo at the time wanted.
Despite the fact the #tattoo artist I had normally gone to at the shop having moved to #Maryland shortly after he completed my ocean tattoo which I had sent him pictures I took when I had returned from #SCUBADiving at #BocaRaton #Florida and at the USS/USNS #Vandenberg, because of how the situation went in reference to the one hour paid for a tattoo situation; I could not look at getting a tattoo from an artist from the shop I had gone to, because of the amount of times my name and physical description had been given when I was told about the situation and the appointment. Though at some point I did show my ex-mother-in-law one of the videos of when I was walking on top of the ocean and quicksand, which was after explaining of the time I had landed at the bottom of the ocean next to the USS/USNS Vandenberg. I realized I had not told her about that #SCUBA Dive as well as having landed at the bottom of the ocean and since she grew up in the #DominicanRepublic which is an island, I knew she knew what she was looking at in the video in reference to the way the water from the quicksand moved as well as the oceanic waters while I was walking on top to know such to be real and true in full.
Though I had not told her that both of my ex-sisters-in-law and my ex-brother-in-law had been told less than three days after my having landed at the bottom of the ocean next to the USS/USNS Vandenberg one of which live(d/s) in Georgia and boasted about going to Florida's coast and my ex-brother-in-law who had been in the #UnitedStatesofAmerica's #ArmedForces #Army branch which he had been stationed with a #Navy regiment at several points, both of which knowing the rough estimated size of a Navy vessel while not forgetting all of them were born in #Louisiana and went to the coast with the #Naval Base nearby. While my son, my daughter, and my one niece had not seen a Naval vessel; my ex-siblings-in-law had and knew the round about size of, and could have easily asked one person or looked online to find the open water SCUBA Diving maximum depth to have actually contacted someone to speak with me instead of causing additional problems for my children and I.
As each of the three of them had demanded for me to go to Alabama to take my son, my daughter, and my one niece to visit their Great-Grandmother which could have been done during the week when in #Macon #Georgia; the three of the ex-siblings had preferred to guilt me into taking my son, my daughter, and my one niece to #Alabama knowing not only about having already spent a week in Macon Georgia though also had all three been informed of my landing at the bottom of the ocean at the USS/USNS Vandenberg, as I told each of them I was recovering from. Today even that one niece of mine admitted she remembered spending an extra day in the #FloridaKeys after that SCUBA Dive which I had told my ex-mother-in-law was when I had gotten the coconuts to bring to her without the story behind the coconuts in reference to my son and my daughter or telling her about the hurricane at the time which I had pushed back so the charter ship my son, my daughter, my niece, the Captain of the ship, her dog, and I could return safely to shore while giving extra time for the other ships which were out to sea the ability to do the same; similar to not telling her that each of her three children had been told of that SCUBA Dive, when I had landed at the bottom of the ocean or the trip to the Great-Grandmother's house.
Nonetheless in reference to such in regards of the discussions today I suppose I should wonder if such would be in bad taste to mention in greater details of the pictures of #MerPeople as well as other marine animals I took though in specific reference of the tentacle I punched off of my leg, from giving me a hug; if that is true in reference to my ex-sister-in-law's son. There is a bit of irony in reference to a situation which occurred in reference to the way my ex-sister-in-law's son had drowned as it is a bit odd the mud was all the way up to his knees, when he knew how to swim. Oh, did I forget to mention there are MerPeople who are more inclined to salt water as well as MerPeople who are more inclined to fresh water; whether the location is a natural spring fed location, or cavern, or man-made? Though such may come across as cold, I guesstimate the time was after what occurred to my daughter where there could have been assistance to both my daughter and my son. If such also happened to be around the time I had been working on my #MedalofHonorArtProject, well then there is a bit of additional irony; especially in reference to the Bronze Star which one individual absolutely refused to hand over to me to return to the Army branch of the United States of America's Armed Forces with the commendation, ironically which is to be returned to the #Commander at the location of which the other Major General had come to town from by me.
Though that particular topic was briefly discussed and not at the time with all of those detail portions of in all honesty, the rest of the discussions were in reference to the betterment of the situation for my daughter with my ex-mother-in-law and my one niece. I brought up the fact of the education importance as well as learning from what her Grandma could teach her, as well as to appreciate the amount of effort that has gone into making sure she can get such an education. There was a point of which after going to pick up drinks which the discussion just before I left to return back to my apartment, which I had informed my ex-mother-in-law about the situation at Fort Sam Houston of #JBSA. While there was laughter from my daughter where there should not have been, there also was the explanation as to why such was not funny.
I do not know if she truly understood the depth of the gravity of the situation in reference to managing to get a firearm away from an #MP to point at multiple soldiers, her brother, and I; nor do I truly think she genuinely understood the magnitude in regards of attempting wrongly to take a firearm away from a #Police Officer, when explaining that situation to her and my ex-mother-in-law while my one niece prepared to go to work. Admittedly that worries me as one aspect which my dead-ex-husband threatened when I would not go along any longer with the abuse from, was he threatened to make a situation where the Police would have no other option than to shoot him; of which during the drive back to my apartment I was reminded of a situation in #Irving which has nothing to do with the one situation, though has much to do with the other portion of, in conjunction with certain portions which I can remember from my childhood before my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury which I had brought to the attention of those in charge who I knew at the time in both situation sets though not including Irving until in regards of my writings of my first and second books; of which I told him I disagreed with such a tactic, as that choice should not be placed upon their shoulders. Though as I explained to my daughter and my ex-mother-in-law of the situation at #SAMC, while my ex-mother-in-law and I agreed it was not funny; such was not the case for my daughter, as she continued laughing.
Then there was the portion of which I saw her room, and how it is decorated; of which such is her room, and I have no legal right to say how such is decorated. However noticing as my one niece's room is the same room of which my ex-brother-in-law and my dead ex-husband's room shared during childhood and my daughter's room is the room of the ex-sisters-in-law when they were young and then later my ex-father-in-law's room later after they moved out, the water leak in my niece's room possibly is from the addition put onto the house which was not sealed properly when built. Possibly as well as the additional items along the walls of that house in conjunction with their foundation in reference to the different builders involved, as if I felt and from what I recall the room added on for the backyard area if I felt correctly is not a concrete slab though is multiple textile concrete pieces which have filling in between the pieces before adding an underlayment and then the tiling for the flooring on top of.
In reference of what I was told before the final separation several times, who would I have reported that to? In reference to what I had a nightmare of as a child, I was told I was a child. In reference to my meeting with Governor Christine Todd Whitman and the question I asked her about my friend's mom who worked at the only one in the state of #NewJersey institution, she lied to my face and left the meeting without any cohesive answer. Then when taking into consideration of the portion in reference to the visitation when I was in Irving before and after other different ones though in specific to that particular one, I was told "they had been looking for {me} for quite some time" as though I had every right to respond with violence in multiple situations in reference to what was occurring in regards of my daughter and my son; "they saw {my} self-control for the best outcomes and noticed {my} ability to see what was needed to help in many ways", of which depending upon what you believe is what it is.
Though as life goes as such does in this era, I can truthfully say and write I did everything I possibly could to the best of my ability for both my son and my daughter; while including the betterment of, in mind.
I genuinely enjoyed the time today, and I continue hoping for the best. I wish I had thought at the time to take pictures, though I was simply just enjoying the time together talking about so many different topics.
I love my daughter, Lidia Louise. I love my son, James Michael.
However while going to get #Starbucks in line at the drive thru one of my ex-sisters-in-law called my ex-mother-in-law specifically the one whose son had a swimming problem, asking my ex-mother-in-law if she was going to allow my daughter to go to my apartment with me which she responded with a no and my ex-sister-in-law said good. I could say a bit more in a cold-hearted manner in reference to swimming, though I think my point has been made; both in reference to the commendation and Bronze Star karmic aspects, as well as the oceanic aspects.
As a side note to end this journal blog entry on a lighter note: One day my son ran up to me telling me he found a gift for me that he wanted to buy of which since I paid for the items, I asked what it was behind his back.
It was a heart shaped ice pack with the word, my cold cold heart.
Then my son and I joked, about my sense of humor.