When the minutes drag...

Am absolutely holding my breath.
Jaysen's IEP is on Tuesday. Or at least the conclusion is.
We began the IEP some time ago, but due to unforeseen tweakiness from the Awesome School, it will be continued on Tuesday.

The school social worker met with me today to see how things were going, and also to let me in on the inside scoop.

There have been a lot of changes at the school. I understand this.
But I also feel the "new" resource room teacher is ill-equipped to deal with my child, as well as his Gen.Ed teacher.

Don't get me wrong...these ladies intentions are pure.
Especially Gen.Ed. She is a doll, with a heart of gold.
But that doesn't make her the right teacher for my child.
Not saying she's the wrong teacher...oh for everlovin' gummi bears, the woman is a granola girl.
Everything is peace and love and why-can't-we-all-get-a-long *puppydog eyes*???
Oy.

Anyway, I was very displeased at the disorganization at the last meeting, and the SW assured me that everyone will be prepared. She also gave the impression that she agreed with my insights, and advised me to "stay on top of things" because this disorganization is just the start.
Contrary to the reports I have gotten, Jaysen has apparently been a little shit. And they have pulled his para (since re-instated), and it looks like everyone forgot how to fill out a proper ABC chart.
Double oy.

I just want the freakin' IEP signed, sealed, and delivered.
Then I will be able to sleep at night.

In the meantime, Jaysen will be starting tutoring in math and reading, as well as piano lessons.
Um...you can stop laughing.
Srsly.
I will make him practice at your haus.

More later, gators!

A question to the masses...

Okay. I have to ask this.
Because I am at the end of my rope.

What do you do when someone close to you just doesn't "get it"?

You know the type.
"It's not Autism...your kid is just a freakin' brat".
"You are too lax. Your kid needs stricter boundaries".
"Just force him to eat those foods". -or- "He'll eat when he's hungry".
"Don't give in to his 'shenanigans' ".
"He's very good at manipulating you".
Or the best ever... "He's faking it".

Srsly.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

So what do you say?
How can you help these people to see that this is very real?
My heart breaks when I face this, because I just don't know what to do.
I'm talking about people who love me. People whom I love.
People who really do think that they know better, think they are doing the right thing, and in Jaysen's best interest. People who believe I am coddling and defending Jaysen, and my parenting is full of suckitude.

I know what to say to a stranger, friend, or even acquaintance- but not to someone this close. Someone whose feelings are way fragile, and takes everything personally.

Ugh.

I know I'm not the first to experience this, so I am asking for any advice or help that anyone has. Violence is not an option.

Wikki wikki what?

Storkdok wrote a lil' post about being voted #62 in Wikio's Top 100 Autism Blogs. She suggested perhaps the voters were partaking of illicit substances when they came up with that (and they may have been, since AoA is ranked at #1). Which is funny, because I dig her "sad little blog" as she describes it.

I have to say that at first I thought it was funny, but now I am in total agreement, as MY sad little blog came in at #22!
Inorite?!? Check it out yourselves here.
Okay, now 22 is a fabulous number (my birthday number!), but RLY?
What ARE you people smoking?!?
Seriously. I want to know, and can I get it mailorder?

What's even hilariouser-er-er?
The "Top 3 posts" they chose for me, had nothing to do with Autism.
Nothing.
Not one thing.
One was lamenting my achy-breaky heart, another on coffee, and another on when The Red One flushed his skivvies down the toilet.
Top Autism Blogs fodder there, I tell ya!

You bloggers out there should check too.
I know a lot of you on that there lil' list, and I am proud to be associated with you all.
But you probably don't know you're on there either.
I'm talking to YOU, MOM-NOS, niksmom, joeyandysmom, Lora, Tanya, accidentalexpert, Stimey, pixie mama , and the many other writers that are beyond page 3 (as far as I made it because I *am* at work, y'know...

Yay!
I wonder what I can get for #22?
Spa vacation?
A matching luggage set?
Ceramic dalmatian?
Vajazzled?
Anything?

Fine. Whatever.
I still rock.
Wikio says so.

2011

~Happy 2011~

Wishing everyone a happy and healthy

New Year!

We gots big plans for you, 2011...

Love,

Us.

Moar reasons December rox...

What was probably the lonliest Christmas I have evar had, also had some supergreat highlights.
The first being that I was drunk dialed at 11:30pm on Christmas Eve, by 2 British women. They were hilarious, as they were having a blast at what sounded to be like a huge party, and wished me not only a Merry Christmas, but a Happy Hanukkah too! Made.My.Night. I hope they call back on New Year's. I love drunk people leaving messages for other people on my machine. I'm bizarre like that.

And, and, AND.....
Anyone familiar with The Friendship Circle (shout-out to Dani and Little Bird), knows this is an awesome place. How awesome is awesome? Awesome.

But what makes it even awesomer-er-er-er-er, is if you look at the calendar they put out.

Check out December.
The kid in the middle?
That's mine.

*beaming*

Rock the J.Geils.

We wish you a fuzzy Christmas...

We have two new additions to our family this Holiday Season~
I would like to introduce to you Phineas and Sosi!....

Phineas is a rescue kitty, kind of. Well, he is a rescue kitty, but his foster home was a really posh coture cat boutique. So don't feel all that horrible for him. Haha. Phinny is hilarious. Not only is he completely laid back, he is GI-FREAKIN-NORMOUS. This kitty is solid. Like a rock. Ashford and Simpson got nuthin' on my phatt boy.

I am quick to tell people that I fell love at first sight with Mr. Phineas, and while I did...the real reason I adopted him was because yay! Finally someone with a bigger ass than me!

Okay...meet Phinn!

Lookit this fayce!

We work out together all the time...

Best buddies...

Which brings me to TBML. The Beautiful Miss Lilac.
Lilac was a rescue from a vet hospital. She was caught in a trap, and has 3 1/2 legs. Jaysen was hesitant about having a kitty with 3 legs. He kept thinking she was going to bleed all over the place. I had to explain to him that she was well healed, and assured him there would be no blood. He was okay with it, and came with me to pick her up.

I was trying to think of names for her- I loved the name Isosceles, "Sosi" for short. So I was calling her Sosi. Except... every time I called her Sosi, Jaysen would correct me "Mom...her name is Lilac". Uh...yeah.

Those of you who know me in real life, know I cannot have a cat named Lilac. Lilac? Seriously? No. I name my pets after serial killers. I've had Gacy, Albert, Dahmer, Henry... I cannot have a cat named Lilac. Ugh.

Yet, my son insists.
And he usually wins.
So it's Lilac. Kind of. I made the rule that if he insists on Lilac, we must preface it with "The Beautiful Miss". But I still call her Sosi. Sometimes I get confused and call her Lily. And yes, he still corrects me. Whatever her name is, she is itty-bitty, and the sweetest thing ever!

So here she is...The Beautiful Miss Lilac, Isosceles, Lily-girl.

Tired Sosi-grrrl...

Is never too tired for some kitty-love!

Where is mah foots?

Who needs a foots when you have eyeballs that shoot laser beams?!?


May your Christmas be this warm and fuzzy too!

Happy Holidays!

Shyt you never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever want to hear your kid say...

Jaysen.
Trying to unscrew the battery cover to a plug-n-play game.
He is not having much luck.

"Hey mom...why don't you give this a try? You're the best screwer ever."


Uh...