Four years!
It took four years, but LOOK what I found in Jaysen's lunch box!...
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Persistance really does pay off.
Labels:
Awesome-riffic,
Food,
Strategy
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
It's getting dark in here.
I can't seem to find the time lately, to stay up on posting.
I read all of your blogs, yet can't find the energy to make entries on this one.
Ugh.
There's a lot of things going on now- most of them not very good.
For example, my kids have been abducted by aliens and replaced with sassy, back-talking, fighting, aggressive heathens. Jaysen is losing his freakin' mind and Rylan is following in the footsteps of his big brother.
The.Effing.Games.
Jaysen is obsessed with getting a Gameboy Color, now.
Apparently, he neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeds one.
Or he may die.
Or hate me for life.
He has a Wii and a DS, so said child is by no means deprived.
The Gameboy is relatively cheap (used), but I have no idea how much the games are.
The kicker is, he just wants it for one game.
Mario something-or-other.
That he has for the DS, but it's available for a Gameboy, so now he wants to play it on a Gameboy.
I do not want to purchase a Gameboy just so he can play this one game.
Reason number two is, The Games? They bring out The Crazy in him.
Seriously.
If he is playing a game and something doesn't go as planned, this boy will Lose.His.Shit.
He's going to give himself a stroke.
He starts tantrumming, redfaced, screaming, tears, jumping up and down like the Holy Ghost is in him, and becomes self-injurious and destructive. He's even starting to leave bruises on his face from the SIBs. And they're way more intense than before.
It's not a typical Jaysen-ASD-style-Tantrum though. These are quick. Almost out of nowhere. An intense burst of raw anger. So much anger. So out of control.
It's not only no fun, it's scary.
I know it's coming from somewhere- that he's trying to tell me something that I'm just not connecting with- but I'm at such a loss.
He's also been acting out in school, destroying things when he gets angry or upset, so it's pretty much across the board, and not just at home.
The only thing I got for Mother's Day, was a painting he did in school.
Yesterday, he ripped it to shreds because I told him he needed to calm down if he wanted to continue his Wii game.
Nice, thanks.
My hand is killing me.
You cannot even imagine how much this nerve damage stuff hurts.
So now I have to deal with The Crazy, on top of The Frankenhand.
I am holding fast to the idea that there is someone out there who has a voodoo doll of me, and is abusing the hell out of it.
If you see them, please poke them with sticks until they stop.
I would totally do it for you.
I read all of your blogs, yet can't find the energy to make entries on this one.
Ugh.
There's a lot of things going on now- most of them not very good.
For example, my kids have been abducted by aliens and replaced with sassy, back-talking, fighting, aggressive heathens. Jaysen is losing his freakin' mind and Rylan is following in the footsteps of his big brother.
The.Effing.Games.
Jaysen is obsessed with getting a Gameboy Color, now.
Apparently, he neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeds one.
Or he may die.
Or hate me for life.
He has a Wii and a DS, so said child is by no means deprived.
The Gameboy is relatively cheap (used), but I have no idea how much the games are.
The kicker is, he just wants it for one game.
Mario something-or-other.
That he has for the DS, but it's available for a Gameboy, so now he wants to play it on a Gameboy.
I do not want to purchase a Gameboy just so he can play this one game.
Reason number two is, The Games? They bring out The Crazy in him.
Seriously.
If he is playing a game and something doesn't go as planned, this boy will Lose.His.Shit.
He's going to give himself a stroke.
He starts tantrumming, redfaced, screaming, tears, jumping up and down like the Holy Ghost is in him, and becomes self-injurious and destructive. He's even starting to leave bruises on his face from the SIBs. And they're way more intense than before.
It's not a typical Jaysen-ASD-style-Tantrum though. These are quick. Almost out of nowhere. An intense burst of raw anger. So much anger. So out of control.
It's not only no fun, it's scary.
I know it's coming from somewhere- that he's trying to tell me something that I'm just not connecting with- but I'm at such a loss.
He's also been acting out in school, destroying things when he gets angry or upset, so it's pretty much across the board, and not just at home.
The only thing I got for Mother's Day, was a painting he did in school.
Yesterday, he ripped it to shreds because I told him he needed to calm down if he wanted to continue his Wii game.
Nice, thanks.
My hand is killing me.
You cannot even imagine how much this nerve damage stuff hurts.
So now I have to deal with The Crazy, on top of The Frankenhand.
I am holding fast to the idea that there is someone out there who has a voodoo doll of me, and is abusing the hell out of it.
If you see them, please poke them with sticks until they stop.
I would totally do it for you.
Labels:
Awareness,
Craptastic
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Mommy~dearest now with Frankenhand grip! Order now and receive 6 stitches free!
Mercury is obviously retrograde- but it's getting more difficult to tell, because it seems I just can't catch a break. Ever. Like not since 1978 or so.
Maybe all this craptastic stuff is happening for a reason.
Maybe I'm going to be rewarded with something huge.
Or maybe it's a sign I should resign this blog.
Maybe someone cursed me.
Whatever's going on, it needs to stop.
Because really?
I was just trying to open a can of green beans, not audition as a Gorefest 2010 hand model.
Behold The Frankenhand...
Labels:
Craptastic,
Pics,
Yours Truly
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