Okay…..so I had to go to the eye doctor today for my annual soaking-or-we-won't-let-you-have-more-contacts appointment…..cuz I like my contacts…they help me move amongst the seeing almost undetected!
Any-who….dork girl forgot they would insist on dilating my eyes…and left the house sans shower (again) laboring under the delusion that I was going to sneak a workout in today….
…...find myself sitting in a waiting room, unwashed, blind, numb eyelids leaking yellow goo…vacillating between serial trying on of glasses and hovering over my phone in a vain attempt to see to text…..
……..my husband keeps shooting mocking texts at me cracking me up..literally out loud….
…...for a while I stand up every time someone with a red or pink shirt comes near me and start to follow thinking it's my doc and this fresh hell is over…..
I followed two old ladies and one guy into the bathroom before I got wise and quit going with shirt color!
When my doc finally did come to get me…..I had to ask her a couple security questions before I would get up.
Thinking by the looks I got that I should look into seeing her at the other office….then again…that might of just been the guy I followed into the bathroom
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Sunday, July 20, 2014
A little over protective….me?
So I thought I was beyond embarrassment….after 10 years…it takes a lot to shake me…..and yet again…my boy has taken me to school! Sigh.
Dropping my sweet girl off at a friend's house for a slumber party….new friend…have never been to her home nor met her parents….I'm apparently odd as I HATE when she goes over night somewhere….I still miss her snarky little pants!
Anyway…so I'm a bit anxious and trying really hard to be a big girl about this as a couple of her friends are going as well…and they have what appears to be responsible, well meaning parents…and they wouldn't go if this was a bad thing…right?
My husband is working on getting the boat in the water this weekend….so he's off on an errand to West Marine…and didn't make it back in time to keep our little man during the drop off/interrogation. So I slapped on my big girl panties, loaded up the kids and headed up the hill to Northwood.
We get there…and as soon as the door opens…my daughter disappears….no hug, ….no kiss….not even a good bye thrown over a shoulder…just gone.
I suddenly find myself standing in an immaculate and very expensively furnished home with an awesome view desperately trying to discover all of the pertinent details - criminal history, parental theory - under the guise of small talk….all the while trying to keep my son under control.
He is not impressed by the view, and could care less about the very expensive glassware that's set all over the place in an apparent attempt at replicating a Mission Impossible obstacle course….no….he's mesmerized by the gigantic television. I mean…like Uncle Billy size big!
He's a moth to a flame….I clothes lined him not once….not twice…but three times!
Who keeps that size of television down within reach? Not an autie parent!
Bless her heart…she was super sweet and endured the Spanish Inquisition - albeit abbreviated - as I held my son in a full Nelson on her living room rug.
Pretty sure I didn't get enough information to run a full background check……..so here's hoping for the best!
Dropping my sweet girl off at a friend's house for a slumber party….new friend…have never been to her home nor met her parents….I'm apparently odd as I HATE when she goes over night somewhere….I still miss her snarky little pants!
Anyway…so I'm a bit anxious and trying really hard to be a big girl about this as a couple of her friends are going as well…and they have what appears to be responsible, well meaning parents…and they wouldn't go if this was a bad thing…right?
My husband is working on getting the boat in the water this weekend….so he's off on an errand to West Marine…and didn't make it back in time to keep our little man during the drop off/interrogation. So I slapped on my big girl panties, loaded up the kids and headed up the hill to Northwood.
We get there…and as soon as the door opens…my daughter disappears….no hug, ….no kiss….not even a good bye thrown over a shoulder…just gone.
I suddenly find myself standing in an immaculate and very expensively furnished home with an awesome view desperately trying to discover all of the pertinent details - criminal history, parental theory - under the guise of small talk….all the while trying to keep my son under control.
He is not impressed by the view, and could care less about the very expensive glassware that's set all over the place in an apparent attempt at replicating a Mission Impossible obstacle course….no….he's mesmerized by the gigantic television. I mean…like Uncle Billy size big!
He's a moth to a flame….I clothes lined him not once….not twice…but three times!
Who keeps that size of television down within reach? Not an autie parent!
Bless her heart…she was super sweet and endured the Spanish Inquisition - albeit abbreviated - as I held my son in a full Nelson on her living room rug.
Pretty sure I didn't get enough information to run a full background check……..so here's hoping for the best!
Friday, July 18, 2014
World autism day….
On the way to school one morning….my daughter and I are talking about World Autism Awareness Day and why we wear blue and whatnot….
I quoted her the numbers…1 in 68 and 1 in 42 boys….she's still unimpressed…finally I say…
"Do you realize that there are like 60,000 boys with autism- that were born in 2002 alone -roaming this world?"
She replies…"So?"..
"Well….that's a HUGE chunk out of what will be your dating pool…those boys are 2 to 3 years older than you…the sweet spot…."
She looks at me with eyes bugging and says…"Shit just got real!- we gotta do something!"
Ah yes….my sweet girl….now you get it….(and swear appropriately ….super!)
I quoted her the numbers…1 in 68 and 1 in 42 boys….she's still unimpressed…finally I say…
"Do you realize that there are like 60,000 boys with autism- that were born in 2002 alone -roaming this world?"
She replies…"So?"..
"Well….that's a HUGE chunk out of what will be your dating pool…those boys are 2 to 3 years older than you…the sweet spot…."
She looks at me with eyes bugging and says…"Shit just got real!- we gotta do something!"
Ah yes….my sweet girl….now you get it….(and swear appropriately ….super!)
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Icy hot?
In other news….I started seeing this new Chiropractor recently….who rocks -
This morning….he's working with the usual suspects…hips, neck and shoulders…..he applies this gel stuff….kind of an icy hot deal? Anyway….it was okay….no big deal…calmed down by the time I left….he tells me to be careful about getting too warm that it could re-activate the gel and get really uncomfortable. (You know where this is going right?)
So…I go about my morning running errands and whatnot….then at noon, I rush out to Pure Barre for a class. (I started this last week - you've got to try it, really!)
Things are fine as we warm up and start doing our thing….and I remember the gel. No warmth or anything…so I'm thinking this aint no thang!
Then we move to the mats.
Once pressed up against a polyurethane -or whatever- mat while sweating out an ab workout…..suddenly my lower back and shoulders are burning up! (Think Hunger Games people!)
The gel is coming off somehow and trickling down between my shoulder blades along with my excessive sweating due to the workout and my back suddenly catching fire!
I'm trying to suck it up and just get through to the end without crying like a little girl while hopping around flapping my hands like an idiot…..
Finally it's over and done - I bolt to the lobby and just about tear my purse in half trying to find a stray, old diaper wipe to try and get what's left of the gel off of me….
I have never been so happy to see a Kirkman flushable wipe in all my life!
This morning….he's working with the usual suspects…hips, neck and shoulders…..he applies this gel stuff….kind of an icy hot deal? Anyway….it was okay….no big deal…calmed down by the time I left….he tells me to be careful about getting too warm that it could re-activate the gel and get really uncomfortable. (You know where this is going right?)
So…I go about my morning running errands and whatnot….then at noon, I rush out to Pure Barre for a class. (I started this last week - you've got to try it, really!)
Things are fine as we warm up and start doing our thing….and I remember the gel. No warmth or anything…so I'm thinking this aint no thang!
Then we move to the mats.
Once pressed up against a polyurethane -or whatever- mat while sweating out an ab workout…..suddenly my lower back and shoulders are burning up! (Think Hunger Games people!)
The gel is coming off somehow and trickling down between my shoulder blades along with my excessive sweating due to the workout and my back suddenly catching fire!
I'm trying to suck it up and just get through to the end without crying like a little girl while hopping around flapping my hands like an idiot…..
Finally it's over and done - I bolt to the lobby and just about tear my purse in half trying to find a stray, old diaper wipe to try and get what's left of the gel off of me….
I have never been so happy to see a Kirkman flushable wipe in all my life!
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Making new friends at the gym...
A quick note to the new gal in the front row of Spin class today:
First: Kudos for coming to the gym and trying a new class!
Being fairly new to Spin myself, I understand the dark, glass box full of fans and sweating people can be sort of intimidating….
Now...for a few notes:
First: A hearty thank you from myself and the guys in the back row for wearing opaque running pants and a hot pink thong with "Juicy" written on the back in sequins!
We all enjoyed watching it meander it's way into dark places where fabric should never go!
(And yes, it does draw more attention to it every time you casually sneak your hands back there and try to adjust!)
Second: I'm not meaning to judge or in any way slander your possible profession, however....here's a tip - if you can somehow contrive to not throw your knees out so wide...you might not look like you're either dry humping the bike...or performing a pole dance. Just sayin'!
Next, let's talk about the hair.
You have lovely hair and we're all very impressed by it...however, Spin class is just not the place to be taking it down and putting it back up over and over and over. If you need a break...sit up and slow down like everyone else!
Last.....I know I sound judgmental here, but I have to mention….
Spin class is also NOT the place for taking Selfies and posting to Facebook!
I'm a big fan myself...however, the fact that you almost did a header and that now that bike owes you a drink...? Well...prolly good indicators that wasn't such a swell idea!
DO come back, I haven't had so much fun in Spin since I was the newbie!
First: Kudos for coming to the gym and trying a new class!
Being fairly new to Spin myself, I understand the dark, glass box full of fans and sweating people can be sort of intimidating….
Now...for a few notes:
First: A hearty thank you from myself and the guys in the back row for wearing opaque running pants and a hot pink thong with "Juicy" written on the back in sequins!
We all enjoyed watching it meander it's way into dark places where fabric should never go!
(And yes, it does draw more attention to it every time you casually sneak your hands back there and try to adjust!)
Second: I'm not meaning to judge or in any way slander your possible profession, however....here's a tip - if you can somehow contrive to not throw your knees out so wide...you might not look like you're either dry humping the bike...or performing a pole dance. Just sayin'!
Next, let's talk about the hair.
You have lovely hair and we're all very impressed by it...however, Spin class is just not the place to be taking it down and putting it back up over and over and over. If you need a break...sit up and slow down like everyone else!
Last.....I know I sound judgmental here, but I have to mention….
Spin class is also NOT the place for taking Selfies and posting to Facebook!
I'm a big fan myself...however, the fact that you almost did a header and that now that bike owes you a drink...? Well...prolly good indicators that wasn't such a swell idea!
DO come back, I haven't had so much fun in Spin since I was the newbie!
Monday, July 14, 2014
What the heck?
We are dealing with the strangest behaviors lately!
With the end of the relative comfort of Elementary school and the impending doom of Middle…everything in my boy's life has been turned on end! Not only is ESY/Summer School at the Middle school…which is unfamiliar…and everyone keeps telling him ..."This is your school now!" Like this is a good thing? But also his behavioral therapist decided to shake everything up this summer and turn two days a week into "Social Group" time instead of our tried and true favorite…one on one! Ugh.
Poor kid is reeling! And…in a vain attempt to set things right…is constantly demanding we put things back to a manner in which makes sense to him. In other words, he's trying to re-boot our lives to 2012!
He's demanding our old car….the old DVD player we had in said car…he's insisting we move the furniture back to the way it was….moving my computer and the television….he even suggested we paint…which, quite frankly, I'm on board with as we haven't since we moved in 9 years ago! So that one doesn't really figure in huh? I'm still working on the paint connection!
Any-who….I feel so bad for him…and am trying to help as best I can. Rube drew the line at buying another car…but we figured a portable DVD player wouldn't be bad….and the cover for the play set he was asking to be replaced…it was looking pretty sad without one….
I'm not moving my furniture though….no matter how many times he asks!
With the end of the relative comfort of Elementary school and the impending doom of Middle…everything in my boy's life has been turned on end! Not only is ESY/Summer School at the Middle school…which is unfamiliar…and everyone keeps telling him ..."This is your school now!" Like this is a good thing? But also his behavioral therapist decided to shake everything up this summer and turn two days a week into "Social Group" time instead of our tried and true favorite…one on one! Ugh.
Poor kid is reeling! And…in a vain attempt to set things right…is constantly demanding we put things back to a manner in which makes sense to him. In other words, he's trying to re-boot our lives to 2012!
He's demanding our old car….the old DVD player we had in said car…he's insisting we move the furniture back to the way it was….moving my computer and the television….he even suggested we paint…which, quite frankly, I'm on board with as we haven't since we moved in 9 years ago! So that one doesn't really figure in huh? I'm still working on the paint connection!
Any-who….I feel so bad for him…and am trying to help as best I can. Rube drew the line at buying another car…but we figured a portable DVD player wouldn't be bad….and the cover for the play set he was asking to be replaced…it was looking pretty sad without one….
I'm not moving my furniture though….no matter how many times he asks!
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