Friday, April 30, 2010
The bright side is that although the kids are whoopin' my arse, there hasn't been much to report, so that's good news, right?
Keeping it real, the kids are berzerker.
Like, omg-who-is-slipping-them-energy-drinks-behind-my-back kind of berzerker.
The Fighting. I cannot take The Fighting.
And I would like to personally thank those who taught my children the finer points of The Whining. They are professionals now. Probably black belts.
I do not know which is worse- The Fighting, or The Whining.
They both drive me batshit insane.
As if my emotional zombies weren't enough, I am completely fatigued from the surgery. It was over a month ago, but I guess the fatigue can last for up to a year? Yeah, thanks for that little forewarning there, guys! Ugh.
I'd bitch more, but I.Am.Exhausted.
Hope to post more regularly soon...
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
I love CafePress. I mean love.
I have many of their products.
CafePress is having a promotion in acknowledgement of Autism Awareness month.
A portion of the proceeds for their "Autism gear" will go to Autism Speaks.
Yeah, Autism Speaks.
At first, I was all "heck no, I can't support that".
Then I was all "I wonder why they chose Autism Speaks"?
Now I'm all "I wonder if they even know anything about Autism Speaks versus any other Autism organization such as the ASAN or Autism Society?"
I've decided to post this anyway, because as an Autism advocate, I feel it is my job to help educate. I sent a response email to the woman who originally contacted me, asking why CafePress decided to support Autism Speaks (among other things). Sadly, I have not received a response as of yet.
You may support Autism Speaks. You may not.
It's obviously your choice to make.
It's also your choice whether to buy from CafePress during this promotion or not.
Maybe even shoot them an email. I did.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
That silly woman over at TherExtras let me into another one of her Blog Carnivals.
Still no cotton candy... Barbara, are you listening?????
Anyway, Barbara is awesome. She's a therapist, who should probably have a newly founded credential, because she does it all- PT, OT, and although she probably doesn't realize it- SW. And she's smart. And opinionated. And a mom. All wrapped up into a crispy tempura...oh wait- that was my lunch.
I know doods, she totally let me in on her own accord.
I didn't have to buy a ticket or anything.
The topic of the Carnival is Childhood Expressions. So I am reposting two submissions of stuff my kid says that make my face squish up all funny, then I "get it".
Jaysen: "Let Rylan come out and play with us!"
Me: "No...he just had a bath, and I don't want him to get all dirty. Plus, it's his bedtime."
Jaysen: "Equals what?"
Jaysen: "Equals what?"
Plus it's his bedtime. Got it.
The Case of the Mysterious Thumb-Foot
Jaysen has a hangnail on his big toe. He won't let me try to "get" it, for fear it will hurt worse, so for the last three days, he has been through a battalion of Spongebob band-aids. This morning, he was awkwardly bent over his foot.
"Jaysen, what are you doing?"
"I'm putting Spongebob on my thumb-foot."
His thumb-foot? Ah... I got it.
Be sure to stop by TherExtras and say hi to Barbara!
Tell her mommy~dearest sent you! I hear she has some new tattoos!
Oh wait, that's a rumor I made up about her. Okay, forget the tattoo.
Touche Barbara! Love you and have a great carnival!
I??? Am totally laying off the coffee now...
Sunday, April 18, 2010
I present you with... oh wait. I need to post Teh Rulz first. *sigh* alright.
1- Brag about the award.
2- Include the name of the blogger who gave you the award and link back to that blogger.
3- Choose a selection of blogs that you find brilliant in honest content.
4- Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with this award.
5- List at least 10 honest things about yourself.
Got it? Let's proceed.
10 honest things about me. Well, I'm going to bite on mom2spirited boy and list 10 random (but honest) things.
1- I became peeved that I couldn't just copy and paste Teh Rulz from mom2spiritedboy's blog. I had to actually type them out.
2- I am a natural born cynic (hey- the world needs us too!). Which also makes me a great "devil's advocate" to bounce stuff off of.
3- When I was about 2 or 3 years old, I was pretending to be a surgeon, so I stuck a pair of tweezers into an electrical outlet. Big *boom*, burned my hands- parents had to call the fire dept and everything.
4- I have a love for books. Like serious love for books. I will probably never own a Kindle because part of the whole reading experience for me, is the feel of the book itself.
5- Although I make up my own funkilated words and end sentences in prepositions, I really am a spelling and grammar junkie. It irritates the hell out of me when I see things like "alot" and "could of". In 6th grade, I won the school spelling bee, beating out the 7th and 8th graders. I went on to the State spelling bee, where I lost out to the word "afoul".
6- I have an extreme fear of public speaking. Extreme. Think social phobia. Which is one reason I lost out on the word "afoul". I took a college class in Sign Language when I was in high school- I skipped the final exam because we had to Sign in front of the class.
7- I tend to get into craptastic relationships because I have the bird with the broken wing syndrome.
8- I originally wanted to be a veterinarian. Somewhere down the road, I switched to wanting to be a speech pathologist. I started college with an OT major, toyed with the idea of switching to Linguistics, and eventually graduated with a Bachelors in Sign Language Studies. I wish I would have taken the chance on linguistics, although my dream job would be as an advocate.
9- If I have a semi-full bladder, I pee when I sneeze. Thanks, Rylan.
10- I busted out my 2 front teeth in high school, trying to show off my diving skills. Smacked my face on the bottom of the swimming pool. Was mortified. They're bonded, but I still can't drink red wine or bite into an apple.
11- I have 6 tattoos and 10 piercings. I married my tattoo artist (Jaysen's father) he got me into doing body piercings. I was a professional piercer for almost 10 years. I wished I could have done it full time, but there's no insurance.
12- I'm adopted, and I'm proud of it. I have the most wonderful parents. Love you Moppi and Peepa! It does irritate me when people ask me who my parents are after I've told them Moppi and Peepa, and they say real slowly "nooo... your real parents", or argue with me that my sister is actually my "step" sister. Um...no...you're just a moron.
13- My favorite number is 13.
So there you go. Sorry they're not as interesting as maybe you were expecting, but I'm really quite boring. Just apparently did a lot of stupid shiz in high school. Haha.
And... I tag...
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
My sister has had a sinus infection, and just finished her antibiotics.
She just emailed me, wanting to know if she should go back to the doctor because of what she blew out of her nose.
Her email subject line was: What is this?
I hid it behind a link just because OMG.
Nasty Shit Outta Sissy's Nose
Try it. You'll like it. Or barf.
Either way... yes Sissy.
Call the doctor- and let them know you just blew 10 I.Q. points into a kleenex.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Snapping back to reality, I go back to work on Friday.
And I quit smoking. Again. Which sucks.
I figured now would be a good time, since I was at home on painkillers, and could just sleep when I wanted one- which is exactly what I did. It's funny though- I don't know my actual quit date, since I was so out of it. Whatever. It still sucks.
But here's something that doesn't suck...
Rylan's 3 and a half. He still has a pacifier. His "paci". He really only uses it at home while relaxing or sleeping, but when I say he uses it, he really uses it. That kid sucks on that paci harder than... well, you get the idea.
So it's time to rid him of the paci.
We decided to have a Paci Party. I got decorations and a cake, Moppi and Peepa brought in a wonderful dinner. After dinner, we helped Rylan put all of his pacis into a big manila envelope. he said he wanted to send them into outer space, so I addressed the envelope accordingly. We tied the last paci onto the string of a balloon.
After cake, we all went outside and Rylan put the package into the mailbox. Then he released the balloon and we watched as his last paci floated up, up, up, up... and got stuck in our neighbor's tree. Oh yes- stuck in the damn tree. Luckily, the tree was so high, only the adults realized what happened. As long as the kids don't look too far up, it'll be okay.
He's had a rough couple nights, but it's getting better.
I totally know the withdrawal he's going through.
We're detoxing together.
Now that's love.
Into the mailbox it goes:
The send off:
Running for the paci- second thought anxiety?