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Friday, June 30, 2006
THANK GODDESS ITS THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Holy mother of pearl I am fucking EXHAUSTED!
Yesterday Pudd'n had a bad day at school. So we went out to drown our sorrows in some bread pudding. I also got a beer and raised a slient toast to Rob.
Pudd'n had a better day today. I even got to meet him at El Poll* loco for lunch. His class went there on a field trip. We had lunch and then went grocery shopping. Luckily he's in a much better mood today.
I'm just glad it's the long holiday weekend. I need it.
posted by Maeve at 2:29 PM
Thursday, June 29, 2006
KeesKennis: Acidman - Me - Blogging#links
Go Check out what Kees has done in honor of the Acidman. Grab a box of kleenex. He did one HELL of a job!
posted by Maeve at 4:14 PM
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
To everyone traveling to Rob's funeral, have a safe trip.
I'll be doing the web thing for the service once I get home.
It is not as hot today. I sent the boys off to Pudd'ns to Rita's for reiki by them selves. I just wanted to spend tonight by myself. Granted, I mostly cleaned, but it was just nice for it to be only me & the dogs in the house.
posted by Maeve at 7:28 PM
I'm still having a hard time believing that the Acidman is gone. He seemed larger than life and would live forever. I will miss reading him daily too. He was a great story teller and always made me laugh. There were a few times he pissed me off too, but that was just Rob. He had an opinion and like it or love it.
I hope the on line guest book at the funeral home can handle all the guests signing it. I have a feeling it will be full of wonderful memories of him. My heart goes out to his children.
Work was slow last night. It is unseasonably HOT the past two days. No one wants to come in and eat heavy Italan food. They are expanding the menu at Marco's. They will be adding more mexican dishes to my delight. I get to try everything before selling it. Last night I just sat at the bar with the regulars and ate. Tough job huh?
And that's about it for the extent of my excitement. Pudd'n had a nice little party at school yesterday, it's damn hot out and I can't stop thinking about Rob.
I never met the man, but read him for years. He touched many lives. I just hope he can find peace now.
posted by Maeve at 6:17 AM
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
posted by Maeve at 4:18 AM
Monday, June 26, 2006
Rest in peace Rob Smith.
You will be missed in the blog world.
And missed even more by your children.
May you find the peace that eluded you on this earth plane.
posted by Maeve at 1:56 PM
One of the many reasons why I love my husband is his compassion.
This morning he had to pull and early shift. He had to wait for some of the guys so he drove in to a shopping plaza to hang out and wait for them. He noticed a man digging through the trash. The man had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Steve drove over and gave the man his lunch. Steve noticed that the man only had on a shirt and shorts. He found out the homeless man lost his stuff because some one stole it at the beach. Steve keeps a hat, gloves and extra shirt in his truck at all times, so he gave it to the man to help keep warm.
Kindness, pass it on people.
posted by Maeve at 11:19 AM
A really great weekend.
Yesterday I took the night off of work. Kerry had called me earlier in the week informing me of a beach party.
My mom gave us an extra treat of picking up Pudd'n for their sunday night sleep over. She even took him to the big toy chain store and gave him cart blanch for his birthday. Holy cow did she go over board! But Pudd'n is happy with a shit load of videos and other things.
The beach party was great all my favorite people were there with the exception of one. This chick manages to turn every conversation in to "me me me". I'm trying to talk to Stu about autism and she starts piping up about a paper she did on special needs kids. Cutting me off at every chance to put her 2 cents in like she knows shit. I was ready to kill Janet for inviting this girl. At one point Mikey took chickie down to the shore to play smash ball. He said it was like taking a grenade for his friends.
Any way, every one brought food & drink to share and we grilled up some meat and for my little tree hugger Kerry, some Tofurky sausages. They looked good in the package, but once cooked up looked like Mr. Hanky Poo. Steve took some almonds and told Kerry's husband to add it to the sausage for a real life effect.
We laughed our asses off.
Simple minds, simple pleasures.
posted by Maeve at 6:58 AM
Sunday, June 25, 2006
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Hold my beer JB, I'm getting wet............
We were in the pool and having a good time. Then the kids came in.
They were asking, no they were begging for a good beat down in the water and I'm just the Auntie to do it.
JB, Sandy, Pudd'n and I were having fun just hanging out drinking our various alcoholic beverage (except Pudd'n of course) when the rest of the kids came in and thought it would be fun to splash us.
"Hey! you are getting water in my beer and that ain't good!"
So finally I pass my beer off to JB and gave those little darlings a good soaking. I then picked them up and body slammed them in the water. They'd try and swim by, I'd pick them up by a leg and throw them.
It was a lot of fun and damn am I sore today. It was a hell of a work out!
I made caddy margaritas for all us girls. Poor JB was toast by her 2nd one, but that girl is a skinny one. We pigged out on all sorts of good food. Pudd'n got in the pool at 12:30 and did not get out until 6:00pm. I fed him pool side and he was happy.
It was a nice relaxing, good time with good family.
posted by Maeve at 6:46 AM
Friday, June 23, 2006
Presents for Pudd'n.
washable paints, brushes and paper
4 lift the flap books with Spot
giant floor sized Sponge Bob coloring book
six cans of colored bath foam
giant bubble wand & bubbles
Thomas the Tank engine paint book and water color paints
finger paints that will only appear on the special paper that comes with it.
My in laws and father usually send money, so that will help with the cost of the clothes and the shoes. I just got done making my 7 layer dip, cut up some strawberrys and quartered some limes for the margaritas will be consuming tomorrow.
Oh did I tell you its going to be 108 degrees over at Sandy's place?
Fuck me running!
Now I remember why I don't like to go in land during the summer. She's got a nice shaded paito and I'm sure Pudd'n will have to be peeled out of the pool after 4 hours or so. I stopped by my favorite warehoue place for drunks and picked up stuff to make cad. margaritas. Sandy has the tequlia and mix, I'm bringing the rest. Now I just have to get Pudd'n in the bath tub so I can wrap all his gifts.
posted by Maeve at 8:20 PM
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Next Tues. the light of my life will TEN years old!
Where the fuck do the years go?
I never knew true love or how much joy I could possibly have until the day they put that 10lb baby boy in my arms.
Since Pudd'n was at grandmaland, we searched in vain for toys that Pudd'n would like. His interest are extremly limited. We did our best and I have everything wrapped up for his birthday party this weekend. His cousin's birthday is two days before his, so we are just combining the parties. We are having it at Sandy's house (no, not Sandy in Germany.......I wish!). They have a pool and awesome house to partay at. I can't wait. Pudd'n will have fun with his cousins in the pool. Aunt Selma will be driving up with us too.
posted by Maeve at 9:02 PM
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
I requested middle school or high schoolers to work with over summer school. My logic was that the young autistic kids were too much and I would not have enought energy or patience for my own child. Been there done that.
Man was I ever fucking wrong.
I'm working with 6th and 8th graders. The 6th graders are not so bad.
The little fucktards of the 8th grade need to be beaten severly about the head and I'm just the witch to do it. Day 2 and these little fuckers have finally gotten it that I mean what I say. Lucky for me the VP from my school is the principal for summer school. I have a feeling two little shits will be getting the boot. The little assholes better pray that they won't be in Linda's and my class. They will be in for a world of fucking hurt let me tell you. One tried getting out of detention by turning into a fucking whiney baby. Sorry slappy, you act like you did and you are going to pay for it. I guess no one has made you accountable for your actions, well it's going to start now.
Linda has been out of town, so I've been feeding her dog, drinking her beer and swiming in her pool. Yeah, it's that same pool we got to swim in las Sept. Heaven, pure heaven! Going there is like a mini vacation, the rock formation around the pool is so neat. I like to pretend we are in some exotic location in Cancun.
I need a nap barflys. The hot sun and beer make for a very tired Maeve.
posted by Maeve at 5:15 PM
posted by Maeve at 7:05 AM
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Thanks for the inspiration Livey..........
A while back Livey posted a picture of how she recycled her old bbq. She turned it into a plant stand/hose holder. As I look at our old shitter sitting out in our yard waiting for pick up, I was suddenly inspired!
Why not turn it in to a lovely planter?
What kind of flowers do you think I should plant in it?
posted by Maeve at 7:18 AM
Monday, June 19, 2006
Help a girl out will ya?
While watching the Stanley Cup play offs, they are airing a commercial for Heniken Beer, the song in the back ground I just love. I know it's a current (I think) song. I've only heard it in its entirty once. It goes something like:
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
I know there is more to it, but of course the line about being a freak is the only line I can remember right now. Do you know the title and artist of the song?
posted by Maeve at 6:18 PM
Sunday, June 18, 2006
This is what it is suppose to say below. For what ever fucking reason, I can't correctly publish these quiz's any more. The drug that I am is "alcohol" .........yeah, go figure!
You're the life of the party, a total flirt, and probably a pretty big jokester.Sometimes your behavior gets you in trouble, but you still remain socially acceptable.You're a pretty bad driver, and you're dancing could also use a little work!
posted by Maeve at 8:59 PM
What Drug Is Your Personality Like?
posted by Maeve at 8:57 PM
What a damn great good day!
Well, until the toilet broke..............
We actually slept in until 7:30 am people! Hot Damn!
I made Steve his cake and we hustled it down to the beach. Pudd'n and I spent 2 hours non stop playing in the surf. At one point a big ass glob of seaweed came in on us and I had a hard time not screaming like Acidman when he finds a rattler in his garden. I HATE seaweed!!! It's slimy and gross and I have a hard time not sqealing and screaming when it comes my way. After all this time, I've finally over come my feat of going in the ocean. I'm fine in a boat, fine on the shore.........but going in the ocean with out hyperventilating was a feat in it's self. I have only gone in because Pudd'n wants some one to play out there with him. One of my big fears is something nibbling on me. Ok, something big like a shark eating my fat ass or a jelly fish stinging my child. That's my big fear. The closest I've come to that is 3 inch fish nibbling on my ankles when I was snorkling in a beautiful lagoon in Cancun (LOTS of beer made me able to do that).
Any way. I digress..........
I had Goat Puppy on the boogie board, tennis ball firmly in his mouth. He was a happy ass camper. My child next to me, showing me how to ride the waves and my husband, standing dilligently on the shore as our personal life guard.
I'm guessing there was some problems with a dog on the beach because we actually had the sheriff on the atv stop by and talk to us. We had seen him yesterday, waved hi and he did the same back with out stopping. He kindly reminded us that dogs were not allowed on the beach. We know that but can pull the "he's our son's companion dog" and not be ticketed. He said he's not autherized for ticketing, but just becareful beacuse animal control was down at north beach. He went on his merry way to let the other people with their dogs the same info. Then 20 minutes later the darn life guard comes down to tell us the same thing! We've never had a problem. Only takes one idiot to screw it up for the rest of us.
We dropped off Pudd'n to grandmaland early so we could come home and I could give Steve his PROPER father's day gift. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*.
I went off to work, had a party of 17 that tipped DAMN good and came home to find our toilet in the yard.
Uh oh, this ain't good. It's been leaking for some time, Steve had evern replaced everything inside the damn thing to no avail.
We broke our toilet some how.
So Steve took advantage of the fact Pudd'n wasn't home and bought us a new shitter.
How was your father's day?
posted by Maeve at 8:20 PM
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY IN BLOG LAND
I baked the requested German Choc. cake for Steve. He had it for breakfast.
We are now off to the beach again for a few hours of fun. I was only a little sore yesterday, but uber paranoid about picking up anything.
Have a great day everyone!
posted by Maeve at 9:47 AM
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Today will be the first time going to the beach since throwing my back out.
Lets hope I don't have a repeat.
posted by Maeve at 6:45 AM
Friday, June 16, 2006
I have not done this in a while.
What brings people to my corner of the twilight zone.
giving whiskey to babies : Great for teething.
what does i'll fix your little red wagon : It means I'm gonna jack your shit up.
watermelon martini: They are good, just ask the Evil Blonde lady.
"brendan shanahan's wife" : ME! IT SHOULD BE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sergi federov wedding pictures: Who cares.......
ways of masterbating with things round your house: EEEEwwwwwww! that is what dildos and vibrators are for!
"tipping out" and waitressing: Yeah DO IT. Because if you come back in and sit at our station again, we WILL fuck with your food.
posted by Maeve at 7:33 PM
Wow! I got to sleep in today!
Until 6 am.
Yeah, that's sleeping in around here.
I also thought "wow, I can stay up late tonight" last night. I lasted until 10 pm and barely at that. I'm such a party animal.
Yesterday was nice. Goat puppy soaked up the extra lov'n he got at school. Two of my students left sweet gifts on my desk. One was two pink carnations with a note saying: "thank you for all your help" and the other was a photo of me and Kim. Kim wrote on the back of the picture
"Thank you for all you have done for me. You are such a fun person to be around with. You helped me out so much, thank you . I will miss you".
Those little notes really touched me. I feel so blessed to have this job.
It was half day for me & Pudd'n, so he got to go to Grandmaland early. He and grandma were very excited over that. I headed over to the mall and bought some much needed bras and shirts courtesy of my wonderful MIL.
The evening time was nice and relaxing. I pruned my roses and we took the dogs for a walk. Our neighbor is landscaping her back yard and damn! Is it pretty!
posted by Maeve at 6:14 AM
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Last day of school!
Then Pudd'n and I get a few days off before summer school starts.
Today I'm taking Goat Puppy in with me to my class. I'd better go brush him, that dog sheds more than any other dog I've ever known.
posted by Maeve at 6:16 AM
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
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Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Subject: New Rules for the New MilleniumHelp me out here people....................
New Rule ..1: Stop giving me that pop-up ad for classmates.com! There'sa reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Besides, I already knowwhat the captain of the football team is d oing these days: mowing my lawn.
New Rule ..2: Don't eat anything that's served to you out a windowunless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger wasfound in a bowl of Wendy's chili Hey, it cost less than a dollar. Whatdid you expect it to contain? Trout?
New Rule ..3: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot,blonde teachers are permanently damaged I have a better description forthese kids: lucky bastards.
New Rule ..4: If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards,you're a dope. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. Ifyou're a grown man, they're pictures of men.
New Rule ..5: Ladies, leave y our eyebrows alone. Here's how much mencare about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.
New Rule ..6: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a wholeaisle of this crap at the supermarket... water, but without that waterytaste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You wantflavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That should be yourflavored water.
New Rule ..7: Stop f***ing with old people. Target is introducing aredesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top isnow the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, hisass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved theSocial Security crisis.
New Rule ...8: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger theasshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy,half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extradry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Lo w and one NutraSweet," ooh, you'rea huge asshole.
New Rule .9: I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding mycard, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount,deciding, "No, I don't want cash back", and pressing "Enter"again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating myAlmond Joy.
New Rule .10: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in itdoesn't make you spiritual.! It' s right above the crack of your ass. Andit translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anythingspiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're notspiritual. You're just high.
New Rule ..11: Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the sevendeadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating,because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damnedexciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're alreadydoing that. It's called "The Howard Stern Show."
New Rule .12: I don't need a bigger mega M&M. If I'm extra hungry forM&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.
New Rule ..13: If you're going to insist on making movies based oncrappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in theCineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens.Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place isthat the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.
New Rule .14: No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just forweddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab.Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for youisn't gift giving, it's the white peoples version of looting.
New Rule ...15: and this one is long overdue: No more bathroomattendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint, as if I justhad sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to bethere, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on yourwebcam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.
New Rule ..16: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to knowin months. "27 Months?" "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese.And I didn't really care in the first place. I was attempting to be nice.
(#6 & #10 are my fav's. what's yours?)
posted by Maeve at 10:31 PM
I stole these bumper sticker sayings from over at "My Front Porch". I found it through the wonderful wise Guy.
If you can't feed 'em, don't breed 'em! **
If you're gonna burn our flag, wrap yourself in it first! **
You can't get on your feet till you get off your ass! **
I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it!
If money is the root of all evil, why do churches beg for it? **
I tried seeing your point of view, but I couldn't get my head that far up my ass!
Are you drunk, or just on your cellphone?
I'm not going slow, the clown in front of me is!
Work harder, millions on welfare depend on it!
Jesus loves you. Everyone else thinks you're an asshole!
I'd smack you, but SHIT splatters!
**My favorite ones.
And when I get off my lazy ass, I'll be ordering the bumper sticker that says:
Witches, not just for burning.
posted by Maeve at 2:58 PM
It looks like I'll be working summer school. I'll be with middle schoolers. I think I will pack my flask........
I've worked with those little snots before. *shuddering at the memory*
Ah well, at least it is a paycheck. Now I'll only have to stress about not getting one in Sept.
Pudd'n and I had a great time at the pool. Now to try and relax before I go schlep tables
posted by Maeve at 2:39 PM
Monday, June 12, 2006
Guess who is in rehab again?
Yep! Fucking moron is doing I think his 20th stint in rehab.
No, I am not exaggerating the amount of times he's been in.
We'll see how long it last this time.
posted by Maeve at 8:15 PM
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Walarilla has a touching slide show.
Grab a kleenex and go check it out.
posted by Maeve at 8:26 PM
Say a prayer for me.
I have to go to down town Laguna for my the baptism of my step sister's son. Well, we are just going to the brunch.
I was too afraid of the chruch crumbling if I walked through the doors.
It's summer time in Laguna, its filled with tourists that don't know how to drive and parking is nil.
Oh yeah, Pudd'n HATES resturants with a passion and my back hurts.
Fun to be had by all.
posted by Maeve at 12:39 PM
Friday, June 09, 2006
I got a massage today and I'm barely getting the words out of my mouth when my massues says:
"you have some serious inflamation in your lower back".
She was very gentle in massaging the area and it felt good then.
Not so much.
Fuck I hurt and I only have 3 vicodin left. Stingy Dr. only gave me a perscription for 12 of the sucker with no refill.
Ms. Fucktard speech therapist better have her shit together for today or I'm gonna get ugly real fast all over her ass.
posted by Maeve at 3:03 PM
Guy over at "Charming" is a very wise man.
Last night I got me a "two ball meat injection" and I feel muuuuuch better today. Minus the back ache of course.
To help keep me "resting" I went to the library and checked out some books. Some times I feel "fine", but soon as I "over do it"; I grab a book to go read. The stress of worrying if Pudd'n will fit in to his new class is taking its toll on me.
posted by Maeve at 6:37 AM
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Just not "feeling it".
My back is a wee bit better. Still giving me sharp pains now & then to remind me that it would just love to lock up on me again. Making my life a living hell.
I was suppose to go to ritual tonight, but I felt it would be better if I just stayed away from the general public. Steve ended up working late any way, so it was best I stayed home. If I had gone to ritual, then I would of been rushed because Steve would be coming home in barely enough time for me to get out the door. I just want to relax. I just want to "veg" out. I don't want to help any one, I don't want to hear any one's problems and I don't want to fix any one's problems. I barely have enough energy to take care of my own son, let alone some one else's baggage. I don't want to think about how much my back hurts, I don't want to think about my brother's wedding and the fact I still have not lost this extra junk in my trunk because I have no fucking will power. I don't want to think about the fact I'm going to have to now get up at 5am to try and get rid of said junk in trunk. The goddamn pain killers have me all jacked up and dragging my ass. I don't want to think about trying to have to find a part time summer job because school is getting out.
In a nut shell.........I just don't want to think about shit for a few hours.
posted by Maeve at 6:01 PM
A good reason to make sure the beach you get married on is not a topless one. *Hat tip to the king of the jokes Catfish.
posted by Maeve at 6:18 AM
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
What did I expect from a speech therapist that insurance would cover?
Crap, that is what. And that is what I got. A fucking idiot that is for sure.
Friday was our first appointment. I told the therapist that Pudd'n is working with the exchange system. He does a task, gets a coin for completion. He gets 5 coins, he gets to play with or eat something of his selection. I tell the twit what he likes to play with and eat.
Do I see ANY of this in yesterday's sesson?
All that dumb ass did was pull out a plastic apple & banana and ask Pudd'n
"give me apple" "give me banana" "put in microwave" (a toy one).
She starts our session a few minutes late and ends it 5 minutes early.
I blew up just a wee bit.
"I only have ten sessions, I don't have time for you to waste on him handing you the fuit. What do you expect to accomplish with this?!".
She said something to the effect that she wanted to make sure he understood her commands and could follow task.
I told her that if she bothered to FOLLOW my directions of WHAT he is used to working with and for that she'd be seeing some fucking results.
Dumb bitch didn't even bother to read the report that my private speech therapist wrote out. If she did, then she'd have a better fucking idea as to how to work with Pudd'n.
Needless to say I was highly agitated yesterday when I left.
posted by Maeve at 7:09 AM
Sunday, June 04, 2006
I'm fucking BORED.
I slept like shit last night. To try and turn over was excrusiating pain. The shit the Dr. prescribed did not help. I'm stll bent over and shuffling about. I just called in and they will give me some vicodin (thank Goddess). If I had that stuff now, I'd be down at the pool playing with my son instead of stuck in the house and in pain. Steve is kind of crabby because the burden of the house work and stuff has fallen on his shoulders. He wanted to cancel last night's dinner, but I wasn't about ready to let that food go to waste and I really wanted to meet Sgt. M.
Dinner was nice, my wonderful M.I.L. helped out with everything. It was nice to finally meet Sgt. M. He had some great stories to tell and his wife was really sweet.
posted by Maeve at 12:44 PM
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Just fucking terrific.
My dinner party is not until this evening. So I figure we can go down to the beach for some fun. Fun we had to UNTIL I bent down to pick up a boogie board and wrenched my back. There my sorry ass sat in the surf until Steve could come and help me up.
It's REAL fucking fun walking through sand when it feels like some one is putting a knife in your back. Goddamn it! Pudd'n and I were having a blast playing in the water too!
Now Steve has to try and get an austic kid, wet dog and all of our beach crap to the short bus by himself as I hobble behind him using a boogie board as a cane.
Right now I'm nursing a stiff drink while I wait for my poor husband to get everyone cleaned up so he can drive me to the doctors. I tried calling Kerry to come get me, but she's not home.
My in laws will come over early to help set up everything. I know I'll be fine once I get some happy pills in me. This just fucking SUCKS! I am so pissed right now, I'm ready to spit nails.
Why this weekend? Why when we were having so much fun? Why when I've got company coming over tonight?
Just fucking terrific.
posted by Maeve at 12:42 PM
Friday, June 02, 2006
Another deeeeeeep breath...............
My mind is on over drive right now. I should be sleeping.
Pudd'n has been in his new class room for 3 days now. He's still having some behavioral issues and it is stressing me. He's always transitioned easily in to a new class except for this time. I know he's still "feeling the waters" out with his new situation. I know that he does not miss his old class. When he moves on to a new class, he literally won't step foot in to his old one. This class is a little more advanced in every way. Its not just autism, there are other differently able children in there. Most of these kids talk and it was our hope that this would help Pudd'n find his voice. He can talk, it is just locked up in him.
I keep trying to have faith, to think positive, but just damn. Some days it is so fucking hard. Some days I'm just so afraid.
I also keep mulling over the vitamin suppliments the doctor wants to give him. There is just so many. I know Pudd'n needs them. I can't get him to eat a balanced meal to save my soul. Just seeing how the b12 has helped him, I know he will get some benifit to them.
I was talking to my Evil Auntie day before yesterday and I was updating her on what we were doing to help Pudd'n. Every year my Evil Auntie donates to an autism charity in Pudd'ns honor. She told me this year she'll just send me the money to help cover the costs of these tests and the suppliments. Insurance only covers so much of what we are doing (after fighting with them tooth and nail) and we have to cover the rest.
Today is our first speech therapist session with the insurance approved company. Steve fought hard and long to get this. There is nothing he would not do for his son.
We'll have to continue to fight for speech therapy, they only approved of 10 sessions and then they evaluate to see if they feel it will benifit Pudd'n. Fuck, he's already lost precious years because of the damn red tape.
posted by Maeve at 4:13 AM
Thursday, June 01, 2006
The short bus goes in tomorrow for major tune up and over haul to the tune of $350.
The doctor we are working with for Pudd'n emergence from his autism just sent us a laundry list of suppliments he feels would benifit Pudd'n.
I'm out of school in two weeks for summer. Sound great? Not so much. No work, no paycheck.
I am already putting out applications to see if I can scrounge up a summer job.
Keep your fingers crossed.
posted by Maeve at 9:11 PM
Two years ago my mother started taking Pudd'n on over night visits 2x a week. She would of done it sooner, but he was still pulling the "wake up call" on a regular basis and I didn't want my poor step father dragging ass at his job.
I remember literally hyperventalating at the thought of leaving him over night. I'd kiss him and squeeze him as if I'd would not be seeing him for 12 months, not 12 hours when I'd drop him off.
Not so much now.
BUH HAHA HAHAHAHA
As I sit here, relaxing and drinking my wine, I am truly thankful for my mom. She has saved what little of my sanity that I have.
I remember the first trip we took with out Pudd'n. He was less than a year old and we went to Tahoe for the weekend. Steve got us a darling condo in the mts. I just loved sitting on the patio and looking at all those glorious trees.
We flew there and mind you, it's an hour flight. I up graded us to first class and told the stewardess to keep the whiskey coming (at that time it was free in first class). I was a nervous wreak barflys.
This was before I started carrying flasks. Hell, my alcohol comsumption was next to none back then. Shocking yes.
I've seen a definit spike in my drinking since the diagnoses of his autism.
Cest la vie.
posted by Maeve at 4:18 PM
I'm so excited, I'm ready to pee my pants!
Why? You ask barflys?
This Sat. I finally get to meet one of "my" marines that I met through Soldiers Angels!
Sgt.M is coming down with his wife this Sat for dinner at Chez Maeve's. I'm cooking up:
Corn on cob
Potato Salad (thanks Sandy!)
Marinated Mushrooms (Thanks Sandy!)
Salad & dessert compliments of my mother in law.
Also for appitizers while I'm cooking, I'll have out :
Veggies & dip
Salsa, guacamole & chips
Crab meat deviled eggs.
I hope that will be enough for 6 people (my in laws will be coming over too).
Looks like Sgt.M will be my pen pal again soon too. He'll be going back to Iraq in Oct.
Now to get my house cleaned and presentable for company. Hmmmmm maybe I'll shave the goat puppy so he won't shed all over my company.
Naaaaaaa. I'll just leave out those lint roller thingies.
posted by Maeve at 6:10 AM