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Thursday, August 31, 2006
I've taken Sunday off from work.
I have 4 days left of freedom before I go back to a 6 day work week.
Any one want to come over and help me celebrate my last 4 days of freedom?
posted by Maeve at 8:08 PM
"I'm gonna butta your bread"................
The movie was great. A little slow at times, but funny. Chloris Leechman was hysterical. They used some of the lines from Super Troopers in Beerfest too. It was a great distraction for 2 hrs.
posted by Maeve at 7:58 PM
I went in to school today to get more stuff done for 1st week. Every hour I work now, goes to the time off I'll be taking.
Pudd'ns dental appointment is coming up and I'm not looking forward to that. We have to do it in the hospital and put him out. Oh fun, oh joy!
He's at grandma's today and my house is so quiet and empty with out him. Guess I can get the grocery shopping done in peace. Tonight we go to the movies.
We are going to see Beer fest, the boys of Super Trooper made it; so you know what kind of movie it will be.
posted by Maeve at 11:52 AM
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
School starts next week! I'm excited to see "my" kids, but am not looking forward to working 6 days a week again. I'm happy summer is almost over, but I'm not happy that it will be too cold to go swimming in the ocean. I'm looking forward to my trip to Michigan, but I'm sad it will be too much for Pudd'n to come with me.
Such is life.
I think I have found a dress for the wedding. It's through a mail order catalog, so I'm hoping it looks good on and fits well too. I don't want to have to hassel with mailing it back.
Last night Steve had to work late, so I could not go in to my job. Didn't break my heart any. I loaded up Pudd'n and went to the beach for a few hours. It was really nice and relaxing.
posted by Maeve at 9:15 AM
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Guess what I got !?!
No, not an STD.
Yeah, I know I swore I'd never own it again. But it was the cheapest way to go for now. My next house will have wood floors and a fire place. It's a deep green carpet, it will help hid the puke stains. Now I have to put all my crap back, ugh! I am definitly going through my stuff and getting rid of somethings. This is the first time my china hutch had been dusted in years. There was just waaay too much stuff in it to bother with it. Now that my house is all clean and dusted, I should have a party.
Turns out I'll also be arriving in Marquette on a little pond hopper plane. Seats 30 people and it has propellers on the front! Leslie...........meet me at O'hare with a huge bottle of whiskey ok? LOL!
I went dress shopping yesterday for the wedding and damn if that is not depressing. Everything was over priced and anything in my size looked matronly. I'm 40, not 60! Well next month I'll be 40 (like that is not depressing enough as it is).
I did find a new perfume that I must have.
It is Donna Karan's Cashmere Mist. I'd better start saving my pennies now, because that shit ain't cheap! Also why I was at the mall, I bought a new liscense plate fram to replace the one that was broken in the accident. This one says "Witches, not just for burning".
Well, time to get my ass on the treadmill. Not like its been doing any good, but at least I should put the effort in.
posted by Maeve at 6:56 AM
Sunday, August 27, 2006
What a great weekend!
We spent it playing on the beach both days. Waves were a bit much, so we played more a long the shore. Goat puppy had a blast. I ended up with sand in crevices that should remain sand free.
One of the marines I adopted from 2 years ago came down with a friend for dinner. We ended up going out to eat and had a great time. Babs came over after dinner with the boys and we hung out. JD's friend S. was a wee bit drunk and took off his shirt.
HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL!!!!
That boy was fiiiiiiiiiine!
I'm sure if he stayed longer, we would of gotten his pants off too.
posted by Maeve at 9:31 PM
Friday, August 25, 2006
Muh ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaa...............
I've got Spaz's flight info.
She's flying on some little cesna plane up to Marquette. I told her not to be listening to any Buddy Holly or huffing hair spray like Ricky Nelson.
posted by Maeve at 6:10 PM
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Ok, cue Twlight Zone music.
I was going through, seeing what brings people here when I came across this.
a guy shot dead in 7 eleven in sterling heights mi
I was talking to my dad tonight and he told me abou the above shooting. This happen in my hood people! I've shopped many a time at that location, getting a big gulp to fill up with Whiskey.
So, to the person who came here looking for info on that place. Sorry, just found about it myself and can't tell you much. My dad said the victim was a father of 3 and working two jobs to make ends meet. Just fucking sad.
posted by Maeve at 10:22 PM
What a blast we had last night. It was so nice to go to a place where all the kids were just like yours. Pudd'n had a blast and Steve did all the hard working of keeping up with him. My back could only take so much of those blow up things to climb and bounce on.
I'm so ready for summer to be over. I want my room a/c taken out and fresh air brought in. I want to smell autum rolling in. And in a few short months I'll be able to go home and see the change of the season.
And it looks as if Spaz will be making my brother's wedding after all. She'll be flying up on Friday and leaving Sunday.
We'll put my brother and his friends to shame. Unless of course they whip out the Jagermister. That shit is nasty.
Life is good.
posted by Maeve at 10:03 PM
posted by Maeve at 2:55 PM
posted by Maeve at 2:53 PM
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Guess who got up at 3:30 am today?
Yeah, lucky me.
Pudd'n is now wired for sound, "stemming" like crazy all over the house. We are suppose to go to P*mp it up tonight too. Allllll those autistic kids, should be interesting. I'm excited for Pudd'n. I hope he has a good time and a cat nap some time between now & then.
posted by Maeve at 7:57 AM
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Will some one go schelp tables for me? I'm tired!
Pudd'n was an angel at Target. Wouldn't known it was the same kid from yesterday. Afterwards we had fun playing in the pool. Now dinner is cooked and I burned some more cds. This time around?
Blue Oyster Cult
Oh yeah, I also had loads of fun decorating Spaz's birthday box. Beotch turns the big FOUR OH this month! Heh heh heh......the postal service should have fun reading what I put all over the box.......
posted by Maeve at 3:24 PM
It's 7:30 am.
Is it too early to start drinking?
I have to go to Target and am not looking forward to it after yesterday's debacle.
posted by Maeve at 7:38 AM
My friend Lissie is throwing her hat in to the blog arena. Hmmmmmmm does this make me her "blog mama"? I don't know if I inspired her or not.....
"Hey y'all... for my new book, I have set up a blog. If you could spend some time writing your stories woe in trying to find a job or working with ill-equipped employees (Candy).. I will use it in my book. Feel free to forward to anyone else who might have a story to share!"
posted by Maeve at 7:32 AM
Who put the fun house mirrors in the dressing room of the dept store I was in last night? I went up to the mall with Babs last night. She needs work clothes and I need to find a dress for my brother's wedding.
I found one, but it was $218!!!
That is more than what I'm going to be paying for my bridesmaid dress next year for my sister's wedding!
The dress was a little big and I think some one actually bought it, wore it and returned it.
I passed on it.
posted by Maeve at 3:32 AM
Monday, August 21, 2006
Well it was a good day until I picked up my son and tried to go grocery shopping.
He threw a tatrum to rival all others.
To leave would be letting him win, setting me up for future failures in trying to go shopping with him.
To stay means that everyone is gawking at your tatruming child. One young child even pointed at Pudd'n and said "look grandma, that's whos crying".
While waiting for my shrimp to be wrapped at the meat counter, a little old lady leaned in to me and said "God bless you".
I held it together until I got to the short bus.
Then I cried all the way home.
posted by Maeve at 11:58 AM
I'm livin' on the edge barflies!
I actually went out last night after work!! It was Steve-O's (not my Steve's)birthday and every one was heading down to the beach for a bon fire. I bolted from work as soon as possible, changed my clothes, grabbed the goat, beach chair and I was off like a prom dress. The state beach closes at 10 pm, so I had at least 2 hrs to hang. It was a great time, lots of people and good food. The s'mores were heavenly! Goat Puppy soaked up the extra lov'n he got from every one.
I didn't go to the "after party". I knew that crew would be up until the wee hours of the morning. Just not in to that scene any more.
posted by Maeve at 6:18 AM
Sunday, August 20, 2006
I swiped this from Lisa over at Lemons & Lollipops.
To You, My SistersMany of you I have never even met face to face, but I've searched you out every day. I've looked for you on the Internet, on playgrounds and in grocery stores. I've become an expert at identifying you. You are well worn. You are stronger than you ever wanted to be. Your words ring experience, experience you culled with your very heart and soul. You are compassionate beyond the expectations of this world. You are my "sisters."
Yes, you and I, my friend, are sisters in a sorority. A very elite sorority. We are special. Just like any other sorority, we were chosen to be members. Some of us were invited to join immediately, some not for months or even years. Some of us even tried to refuse membership, but to no avail. We were initiated in neurologist's offices and NICU units, in obstetrician's offices, in emergency rooms, and during ultrasounds. We were initiated with somber telephone calls, consultations, evaluations, blood tests, x-rays, MRI films, and heart surgeries.All of us have one thing in common. One day things were fine. We were pregnant, or we had just given birth, or we were nursing our newborn, or we were playing with our toddler. Yes, one minute everything was fine. Then, whether it happened in an instant, as it often does, or over the course of a few weeks or months, our entire lives changed. Something wasn't quite right. Then we found ourselves mothers of children with special needs.
We are united, we sisters, regardless of the diversity of our children's special needs. Some of our children undergo chemotherapy. Some need respirators and ventilators. Some are unable to talk, some are unable to walk. Some eat through feeding tubes. Some live in a different world. We do not discriminate against those mothers whose children's needs are not as "special" as our child's. We have mutual respect and empathy for all the women who walk in our shoes.
We are knowledgeable. We have educated ourselves with whatever materials we could find. We know "the" specialists in the field. We know "the" neurologists, "the" hospitals, "the" wonder drugs, "the" treatments. We know "the" tests that need to be done, we know "the" degenerative and progressive diseases and we hold our breath while our children are tested for them. Without formal education, we could become board certified in neurology, endocrinology, and physiatry.We have taken on our insurance companies and school boards to get what our children need to survive, and to flourish. We have prevailed upon the State to include augmentative communication devices in special education classes and mainstream schools for our children with cerebral palsy. We have labored to prove to insurance companies the medical necessity of gait trainers and other adaptive equipment for our children with spinal cord defects. We have sued municipalities to have our children properly classified so they could receive education and evaluation commensurate with their diagnosis.
We have learned to deal with the rest of the world, even if that means walking away from it. We have tolerated scorn in supermarkets during "tantrums" and gritted our teeth while discipline was advocated by the person behind us in line. We have tolerated inane suggestions and home remedies from well-meaning strangers. We have tolerated mothers of children without special needs complaining about chicken pox and ear infections. We have learned that many of our closest friends can't understand what it's like to be in our sorority, and don't even want to try.
We have our own personal copies of Emily Perl Kingsley's "A Trip To Holland" and Erma Bombeck's "The Special Mother." We keep them by our bedside and read and reread them during our toughest hours. We have coped with holidays. We have found ways to get our physically handicapped children to the neighbors' front doors on Halloween, and we have found ways to help our deaf children form the words, "trick or treat." We have accepted that our children with sensory dysfunction will never wear velvet or lace on Christmas. We have painted a canvas of lights and a blazing Yule log with our words for our blind children. We have pureed turkey on Thanksgiving. We have bought white chocolate bunnies for Easter. And all the while, we have tried to create a festive atmosphere for the rest of our family.
We've gotten up every morning since our journey began wondering how we'd make it through another day, and gone to bed every evening not sure how we did it. We've mourned the fact that we never got to relax and sip red wine in Italy. We've mourned the fact that our trip to Holland has required much more baggage than we ever imagined when we first visited the travel agent. And we've mourned because we left for the airport without most of the things we needed for the trip.
But we, sisters, we keep the faith always. We never stop believing. Our love for our special children and our belief in all that they will achieve in life knows no bounds. We dream of them scoring touchdowns and extra points and home runs. We visualize them running sprints and marathons. We dream of them planting vegetable seeds, riding horses and chopping down trees. We hear their angelic voices singing Christmas carols. We see their palettes smeared with watercolors, and their fingers flying over ivory keys in a concert hall. We are amazed at the grace of their pirouettes. We never, never stop believing in all they will accomplish as they pass through this world.But in the meantime, my sisters, the most important thing we do, is hold tight to their little hands as together, we special mothers and our special children, reach for the stars.
By Maureen K. Higgins
posted by Maeve at 3:42 PM
Saturday, August 19, 2006
In So. Calif where I live there are only two places where I can truly relax.
1. my own home
2. Steve's cousins Sandy's house.
We had Pudd'ns birthday party at Sandy's back in June. Today we made the trip in land to hang there. There is nothing that Pudd'n does that will phase Sandy or her family. Vomiting? No worries, we have dark carpeting and here are the towels. Won't eat? Eh, he'll eat when he's hungry. Sany's house is the house where all the kids hang because it is so comfortable and kid friendly. Pudd'n played in the pool with his cousins and then came in to watch dvds. Sean his older cousin of a few months set everything up for us and we were golden.
On the way out, we found two locations that still were selling Pudd'ns crack (candy) and I bought all I could. Life is good.
posted by Maeve at 6:28 PM
Thursday, August 17, 2006
What a night!
Where the hell do I begin?
Sex, let's start with that.
I ran up to our local sex shop in search of some nylons to go with LL's new garters. She wanted a specific color combination and I knew they had a pretty good selection at Intimate *obsessions. Besides, I could get me some porn while I'm there. Kill two birds with one stone eh?
So I come home with porno and a web address for nylons. Steve was like a kid on Yule morning. I bought three pornos.
Needless to say, wild sex all over the living room. And needless to say, my back can't handle that shit any more. Oy!
After our marathon, we settle in to watch a non porn movie when I get a call from my mom. Apparently Pudd'n sprained his ankle and wanted to come home. Now.
I've had a couple of drinks, so I can't drive. Steve has to. Steve's on call, so he's a little worried. On the trip down to my mom's, I get a phone call from my soul sista Spaz.
After 2 1/2 years of no seziures, her oldest son had a bad one. She ran up to the store and left the boys at home J. had a seziure and fell out of the chair. Her younger son K called her to tell her what was going on. She called 911 and K called their father. They did a MRI and everything came back clean. She thinks the seziure was brought on by puberty. I think she's right. They are upping J's meds. On a funny note, she had the same ER Dr. that I had 6 years ago when I took a header down her basement stairs (no I was not drunk). The Dr's name?
The K is not slient. We both got a good laugh out of the fact she got the same Dr. after all these years.
Well barflies, it's time for bed. I gave Pudd'n some children's motrin and soaked him in epsom salts. My poor boy.
posted by Maeve at 8:51 PM
It's Thursday barflies............do you know what that means?
Pudd'n gets a break from his nuerotic mommy and I get a break from worrying so damn much.
Today I'll be meeting Linda up at the school. We are going to get a jump on the first day of school crap that needs to be copied and files that need to be transferred. I've gotten a cool coffee cup for my desk. (It will be a pencil holder because I only drink coffee if there is whiskey in it.) The cup is purple and says "wicked" up above a pair of ruby slippers. I love finding cute witch type things.
posted by Maeve at 5:43 AM
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
My ride yesterday went great. I'm having more problems with my neck then my back though. I rode Kip because he's the smothest and the most willing to work. I only had to worry about him freaking out. Luckily nothing gave hime "the vapors" and we had a real nice ride.
Last night I wanted to slap the shit out of one of my customers. It was a mom and her two kids. The kids wanted dessert, they finished their dinner. Well the boy wanted a 2nd helping of dessert and the mother granted it. When the girl asked if she could have some too, share it with her brother the mother actually said "girls don't eat a lot of dessert, you don't want to get fat".
It took all my control not to go up and bitch slap that woman. What a fucked up message she's sending both those kids!! Now when her kid gets an eating disorder, we know who to blame. Her daughter was in no way shape or form over weight to begin with. And the son was actually gloating over the fact he got second helpings. So what did we teach these kids? Eating disorders, guilt and judge people on their size.
posted by Maeve at 9:59 AM
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Out of the dark ages............sort of.
The other day while killing time before lunching with Lili, I stopped by the music section of a major chain I was in. I did not recognize most of the artists. There was a time I used to be up on that shit.
Not any more.
I would of loved to have bought a cd, but did not find anything that tripped my trigger. So I figured I'd say "fuck it" and down load music off the net. Pick and choose what I want.
What a field day I had! I proudly presented my newly made cd to Steve. He actually asked me if there was anything on it that he would like.
His taste in music is more archcaic than my own. I picked stuff from:
The Brothers Johnson
He picked stuff from:
Starland Vocal Band.
Yes barflies, opposites DO attrack.
And then they drive each other completely insane.
He is not to play his music any where near me. I'll puke.
posted by Maeve at 5:48 AM
Monday, August 14, 2006
I did a quiz over at Northwoods woman. It told me what drug my personality was like.
I got "alcohol".
"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! "
Ok, this is so on the mark it's scary. It's true, when I dance I look like a frog in a blender. Unless of course I'm belly dancing. THEN I can dance!
posted by Maeve at 8:28 PM
Guess where I went today barflies? My female readers are going to be sooooooo jealous!
I got to have my yearly exam at the obgyn! Whooot Whoot!
"Scoot down to the edge of the table and relax"
Tomorrow I'll get my fine Celtic ass on a horse. Its been too damn long since I've been riding. Between throwing my back out in June and my car accident in July; my back has not been up to horseback riding.
I don't know about any one else. But I'm ready for summer to be over. I'm more of a fall type girl. I can't wait for the cooler weather. I've baked my first batch of cookies in months because its been so damn hot. I can't wait to start baking on a regular basis again.
So I'm off barflies to enjoy some hot chocolate chip cookies.
posted by Maeve at 6:35 PM
They just showed a new segment at LAX. I'll be flying out of there in 2 mths to go home to see my baby brother get married. All I have to say is that I'm DAMN thankful Pudd'n will not be going with me. Now with all this extra security..........I shudder to think of the autistic melt down we would encounter. My plane takes off at 10 am. We'll probably have to show up at 3 am just to make sure I get through all that damn security! I know I should not complain; it's for my own saftey. But just Damn! I can't even pack a flask any more now! How many levels of wrong is that?
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! I just realized that I have a lay over in O'Hare. More check points to go through. Ack!!!!
posted by Maeve at 5:42 AM
Saturday, August 12, 2006
You'd think I was on drugs or drunk today. Since my massage I've had problems speaking and I'm very spacy.
Case in point:
Steve: why is the bed sheets in the hamper?
Me: Well duh I changed the sheets
Steve: why? I did it this morning!
Me: You are on drugs! You did not! I took green sheets off the bed!
I then march to the hamper only to pull out yellow sheets. There are several other cases of my abscent mindedness, but I won't get in to them. The last one I just looked at Steve and said "Scary huh? This is me sober ".
posted by Maeve at 5:40 PM
Misty's little dog Pudsy is sick. Please say a prayer for this darling 4 legged child of hers. If you can spare it, she could use the finacial help too.
posted by Maeve at 5:38 PM
Time to go pull some weeds in the garden. Lucky for me I have a massage schedualed at 10 am. Unlucky for me the girl is leaving and they have not found a replacement yet. Damn!
posted by Maeve at 7:13 AM
Thursday, August 10, 2006
I've been one hell of a funk since the car accident and with Pudd'ns increasing behavior problems. I've been more depressed than usual. The shopping, drinking and eating had gotten to excess. Now it's time to get off the merri go round and do the something about it. Monday Pudd'ns case carrier comes over with a moutain of paper work to get us some behavioral help. I have found a local support group for parents and people with autism. We are going to start going to support group again. Through this group TACA (Talk about curing autism) I've found several activities for families and their autistic kids. Hell, one of our local radio stations is having one hell of a concert and $1.00 from each ticket is going to TACA.
I did a tarot spread for my self tonight and for once, I had no problem reading my own cards. Every one else I can read for. Me, not so much. The cards look great, I've been getting a lot of signs and it is time for some serious change.
Tonight we went out to King's for happy hour. The waitress was the best we've had in a long time. That girl knew her shit and she kept my water glass full at all times. Yes barflies, I drank water. I thought Steve was going to fall out of the chair when I passed up the booze. I think I'll go there for my birthday next month. We'll splurge and have an actual dinner instead of our usual happy hour fare. Damn, I'll be 40 next month.
Lunch with Lili was fantastic. Yep, I got lunch and dinner out today! She looked smok'n hot as usual. I was pleasently suprised that she could make it. It was a last minute thing. We did our usual catching up. It was so nice to talk to her in person for a change! I normally get a quick (but nice) phone call on her ride home until she looses cell service. Today a truck and motorcycle mixed it up on the 73. She's going to have one hell of a ride home with that mess in the way.
Well barflies, I think I'll go watch one of my many episodes of CSI that I have recorded on my DVR. I like the Vegas one. Gots me lots of good memories of Vegas.
posted by Maeve at 9:49 PM
posted by Maeve at 8:48 AM
My horoscope for today and boy is it ever correct.
It probably isn't clear what you have to do in order to feel happier, but chances are that there are changes needed in your daily routine. It seems like it should be easy. Somewhere, deep inside, you know what to do. But the closer you get to it, the more difficult it becomes. Don't give up just because you are feeling some confusion. Trust in yourself and the clarity will follow.
posted by Maeve at 5:52 AM
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
I'm finally back up to speed. Damn, that last binger really kicked my ass. I drank tons of water yesterday and took a lot of my liver detox stuff.
I just hung up the phone with Teacher Linda. Looks like home coming's theme this year is "Haunted home coming". Yeah, I'll be chaperoneing for sure on that dance!!!!
I finally wrote my snail mail letter to Mr. Mars yesterday, I even included a picture of Pudd'n. We'll see what happens.
posted by Maeve at 11:23 AM
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Thank Goddess I'm feeeling better today.
I went waaaaaaaayyyy over board on Sunday night and I sure as hell was paying for it yesterday. All day and night.
I need to get back on track. I'm spending way too much money, drinking and eating too much. I'm letting every day stresses get to me. I'm suppose to be enjoying my self right now with school being out. Well I did enjoy myself sunday night, jut enjoyed it way too much. Kerry and a few others from CC came over. Pudd'n was at his usual grandma sleep over; so I could relax.
Well, now I'm off to catch up on blogs and run a shit load of errands.
posted by Maeve at 8:09 AM
Monday, August 07, 2006
posted by Maeve at 9:04 AM
Friday, August 04, 2006
Man am I worked.
I got a call from my good friend Kerry last night. She just left her husband. She's the one I went down to Mexico to be a bridesmaid in her wedding for you bar flies that have been reading me for 2 years.
Yep, she was only married 2 years. They'd been together for 6 or 7 before they got married too. I want to say I didn't see it coming, but in a way I did. Poor thing is a wreak right now. Her brother went away for the weekend, so she's camped up at his place. Lucky for me, Pudd'n is at grandma's; so I went over.
I was out until 12:30 am. I can't remember the last time I was up that late. Jen Jen came over after she got out of work. We ended up at a C.C. after work party. I had forgotten about those. I was hoping to see some old familiar faces, but the only one I saw was Mel. Everyone else I had no clue as to who they were. I definitly lost my night owl edge after I stopped working there. Working at Marco's gets me home waaaaaaay quicker and in to bed much sooner. Oh well.
Now I'm exhausted and feel like shit. I only had one beer because I was driving and I had a hard time falling asleep once I got home because I was drinking caffinated soda to keep me awake. And of course I have a 8 am dental appointment, so its not like I can sleep in today.
Any thing for Kerry.
posted by Maeve at 6:31 AM
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Don't you just looove form letters? This is what was sent to Cat, LL and Trish when they emailed Starburst. I did get a chuckle over what Cat said about them. Something about "cock sucking"........
In response to your email regarding STARBURST TROPICAL FRUIT CHEWS. Thanks for contacting us about STARBURST® TROPICAL FRUIT CHEWS with Tropical Punch and Kiwi Banana flavors.Because we are reviewing our marketing strategy, this product is unavailable at this time. Your comments will be shared with our Marketing Staff.The product cannot be purchased via the Internet nor directly from us.Have a great day!Your Friends at Masterfoods USAA Division of Mars, Incorporated
posted by Maeve at 12:01 PM
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
I've been tagged by the Crazy Rider Lady.
5 items in my closet
1.purses. lots of them too. They breed.
2. clothes. duh
3.witch type books because I'm out of shelf space on my altar.
4. my money jar that is slotted for my up coming trip to Michigan
5. My E ticket tacked up on the wall for my plane trip. I won't lose it there!
5 things in my freezer
1. frozen potatoes
3. beer mug
4. those frozen things you put in your lunch box to keep stuff cool
5. ice pack for my neck
5 Things in my short bus.
1.Dog hair and LOTS of it.
2. french fries from Pudd'n throwing them about
3. puke stains from behavioral vomiting
4. A little Detroit Redwings goalie mask hanging from the rear view mirror
5. Napkins from every fast food joint in town. I think they breed in my glove box.
Lets see, who shall I tag? How about:
Lisa, Kees, Libby, Dru and Athena.
posted by Maeve at 10:44 PM
The day started out good and went to shit pretty damn quick for me. Pudd'n and I slept in until 8am. That is rare! I managed to get do some yoga and color my hair. I then loaded up pudd'n & the goat and went out for a snack. We went to the park and was having a good time until some other kids joined us. Pudd'n would not move out of the way so a little boy could slide down. I asked Pudd'n to move. He would not. I explained to Pudd'n he needed to move and then we'd continue our game. Pudd'n wouldn't move.
So I moved him.
This resulted in one huge tempertantrum. I dragged his ass all the way back to the pic nic table and told him to sit there. He tantrumed some more there. My back and neck are killing me now from having to fight with him to get him away from those other kids. Last thing I need is a repeat of the shoe shopping debacle. He calmed down after about 20 minutes and then asked to leave. Fine by me. We then go down to visit the horses and feed them some goodies. He was in a better mood then. Lucky for me, we saw the chiropractor after the horses.
My nerves are shot and I'm sore as hell. I'm glad I declined C.C. ritual tonight. I'm really not in the mood to deal with people and this heat is not helping. I will just quietly do ritual in my yard tonight to celebrate Lammas.
posted by Maeve at 2:59 PM
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
I pinched this photo from darling Kees. He says:
When you get to swallow something, it does not choke you.
Made me think of doing "blow job shots". The first time I had done one, I was at the boom and up on stage. My mom had told them it was my birthday and they'd give you a blow job shot. They bring you up on stage, set the shot glass on the ground and you had to pick it up with your mouth (no hands) and drink it. No worries, lick the whipped cream off real quick, open wide, grab shot glass with lips, tilt head back and let it slide on down.
As I walked off stage, a few guys gave me a couple of dollars as a tip. They liked how I swallow.......
posted by Maeve at 11:11 PM
This is the best article on Autism that I have read.