Pudd'n hasn't been eating much this weekend. He's asked to go to bed by 10 pm with out the help of melotonin. He's been coughing. Shit, shit, shit! Is he catching the nasty ass bug that is going around? How does his throat feel? Is his head congested? Does he have a head ache? And to top this off, we are supposed to go to Palm Springs this weekend to see my Evil Auntie and uncle. FUCK! Steve said I should just go by myself if Pudd'n is indeed sick. For once I can happily do it because of the "nanny" service we now have. I have 40 hrs a week and I'm sure I can use that up on Fri, Sat and Sun so Steve can get some help. A tiny, very selfish part of me is thinking "ooooooo a weekend to myself". But then, I know I'd enjoy having my boys with me playing in the pool and Pudd'n always does well when he is with Evil Auntie & Uncle Mike.
I traded shifts with one of the girls that needed a night off. I found out where my station was and went about doing my roll ups & shooting the shit with other employees. I recieved a table, greeted them and as I walked out the room where my station was, I notieced Shannon at the hostess stand. Shannon was three sheets to the wind. Not a good idea to come to work that drunk don't you think? Several of us usher her to the bathroom to ply her with water and a loaf of bread. She spent 2 hours in there while we covered her station. Leticia finally got her to go sit in her car (Leticica took the keys). I guess Shannon & Leticia were out drinking that day. Leticia claims she they drank the same amount. I'm wondering if maybe Shan is allergic to what ever they drank or if some one tried to slip her something. In other soap opera type news, Isabelle got a text message from Kevin, our hot bartender. It seems he and his girlfriend are on the outs and he wanted to know what she would do if she were single. I told her to screw that bad boy six ways to Sunday and give me all the juicy details. She's actually dating some one though. Damn!
Tonight when I got off work I sat down with Sophie to have a beer. Coworkers that were still on would stop by our table and chat in between doing shit. We have one guy named Grant that is really good looking. Until he opens his mouth. I call this type of guy a "hush puppy". "hush, don't say anything, you'll ruin it". Kevin the bartender over heard me & Sophie and he said: "Damn, I'd hate to hear the things you say about me" I told him "Don't worry, it's all good. We talk about how we'd like to fuck you six ways to Sunday". Kevin turned 3 shades of red and quickly found something to clean.
Today one of our little dooshbags informed Linda and I that he did not need an education or a diploma because he was going to work for his uncle's construction company. I tried not to fall out of my chair laughing over that tid bit.
Linda: Do you realize that the housing market is flooded with repos and construction is down?
dooshbag: um, well he does cabinet work too.
Linda: Oh really? How are going going to build and or hang, hell do ANY kind of construction work when you refuse to learn math??? Do you realize just how much you need to know for this profession?
dooshbag: (mumbles) I'm sure he'll find something for me to do.
Linda: I know, why don't you practice saying "would you like to super size that?" because with out some sort of decent education or drive to better yourself you are not going to get a decent paying job.
Me: Can I have the name of your uncle's business? I want to make sure I don't hire any one that has employees that can't do math or finish high school.
The dooshbag did not like the facts we pointed out. He's starting to hang with gang members and you know teenagers have all the answers! It is a shame, he does have potential and parents that care. But he chooses to take the wrong path and live up to his heritage's stereo type.
This woman sums it up nicely for me. I am so sick of people not taking responsibilities for their own actions. No one is holding you back but your lazy ass self. You don't have to be a person of color to have this mentality. I know that FM's kids are growing up with the "woe is me crap". In stead of taking advantage of their free and public education; they decide to drop out of high school. Before long I'm sure Lisa will be knocked up and squirting out a kid with every fucktard she hooks up with. I'm sure FM will be real proud when Bart becomes a drug dealer. And you know what else I'm tired of? The fucking gangs that have sprung up around here. These little shits refuse to put any attempt at getting a good education and instead just bring down the property value and moral of my city. You little fucks think your so bad? Then join the militay, lets see how bad you really are you puke.
In two weeks my wonderful Evil Auntie and the man that puts up with her shit my uncle will be in Palm Springs visiting some friends that have a time share there. They offered to pay for our hotel room to come visit them. They made sure to get one with a pool hopefully Pudd'n won't shit in this one so that Pudd'n can have some fun. Evil Auntie and I are alot a like. If it wasn't for the fact that I look like my father, I'd swear she was my mom. Well that and I think she was all of 10 years old when I was born.
Steve and I were really nervous about taking Pudd'n to brunch. Would he piss his pants? Lay a big shit to drop out the side of his shorts? Tantrum for a good 40 min or more? The brunch we went to is an outdoor event that has a big wall around it. A tent is set up with tables underneath and patio tables with umbrellas on the outside of the tent. Since we had a small group this year, I was able to request one of the patio tables. Pudd'n refused to join us at first as you can see by the picture. He squeezed out a few crocodile tears and made some noise of displeasure. We ignored him, but kept an eye on him. After about 20- 30 mins he got up and finally joined us at the table. We brought out his DVD player and he actually ate some food off of our plate. He had a few potato pancakes, tried a bite of chicken and ate the frosting off of the brownies. The bartender remembered me from past events and hooked me up with a nice strong glass of whiskey. We were able to stay for almost 2 hrs. I even ended up "wininning" a silent auction item. I was kind of nervous because I bid on so many things. I ended up with a cute beach bag, bottle of chardonnay, big ass beef bone that will give GP the shits for a week and a cute bar of soap in the shape of a retriever. It really was a good day.
Today we are doing our usual Easter fund raiser brunch with a twist. More then half of our normal crowd will not be with us due to finances or living out of state. Also my mom is sicker than a dog and cannot watch Pudd'n.
We have to take him with us.
Damn it! There goes my nooner!
We fired up his portable DVD player and are sending up prayers that he behaves. I'll ask them to seat us more to the side of the covered dining area, so if Pudd'n wants to get up and stem, he can.
We dodged the bullet (sort of) with FM and his kids coming. I told my MIL I was in no mood to put up with her youngest and his kids. He's drinking again and the kids are up to their usual shit. Since my MIL pays for their meals I know they won't come if she does not. She actually can't make it herself. She had signed up for coffee social at church and then she has to take a church memeber home to Long Bch. So she won't come. There will be a grand total of 5 of us at brunch. We normally have 12-18 people.
Well ya'll have a good day. Eat some chocolate bunnies for me!
Last night we received a phone call from the Reg. Centr. They had some good news for us. Turns out Rosalinda was able to pull some strings and she was able to get a service to provide some relief for us. The director came out last nigth to meet Pudd'n and interview us as to what we need for extra help. We can get up to 40 hours a week for some one to come out and I guess you'd say baby sit Pudd'n so we can do what we need (nap, clean house, grocery shop). I don't think we'll be using the full 40 hours, but it is sure nice to know that it is there. Maybe during the summer we will. It would be nice to have an extra set of hands/eyes when we go to the beach. We have been receiveing many "signs" from Steve's dad and we know he was trying to tell us everything was going to be alright. We are lucky this service provider is coming down all this way to help us out. They normally don't come down this far South. I wish we had this a few months ago. It would of really relieved the stress of me working and going to school. Oh well, at least we have it now!
I took Pudd'n to his gym class and we had a much better time tonight. Last week he spent 40 min. tantruming because I would not let him take his shirt off. Let him take the shirt off and the pants will be next. So after 40 mins of the tantrum, he played for 5 and then we had to leave. This week he didn't even bother asking about his clothes and went straight in to playing with his teacher. They played for a solid 35 min and then said he wanted to leave. I then came in and got him to engage for the last 10 min. My knees are killing me from going on the trampoline, but it is worth it. My son was happy. Afterwards we went to the golden arches and we shared some fries and a shamrock shake. I'm hoping for more good days like these.
Our meeting went well yesterday. We are getting more respite hours on a weekly basis along with our ususal monthly hours. Now I just need to find some one I can trust to come in and act as a nanny or a glorified baby sitter. The behavioral stuff is going to take a while, no getting around that. Long waiting list. This service cordinator will come to our IEP with extra back up. For the first time in a looooooong time I feel hopeful.
When our new service lady came over, I had her sit on the couch. The couch faces the t.v., Steve's mom sat next to the service lady and Steve brought in chairs from the dining room for us to sit in. We had a view of our computer. My screen saver is the pictures I down load from my camera. What picture will pop up, I never know. During our chat I look over and guess what I see on the computer screen? Spaz's clevage from the bacherlorette party. I did my best to keep a poker face and not bust out laughing.
Today we meet with our new service person for Pudd'n. I hope this girl will stick around and get us some decent services/help for our son. I am so tired of feeling like we are doing nothing but spinning our wheels. I am so tired of trying everything under the sun to ease Pudd'ns autistic tendencies to no avail. I'm tired of the pissing on every thing. I'm tired of the lack of communication and understand what the hell is wrong that my kid feels he's gotta pee on everything. I'm tired of feeling like a failure.
In this shot, the groom was "flashing" us. Much to some of our dissapointment, he was wearing St. Patty's day boxers.
I am exhausted this morning. Anthony did not get to bed until after 1 am. He's been pissing all over his bed and now he's pissing in the chair thats in his bedroom. He's even pulling this shit at my mom's house. It is getting old really quick.
I fired (if you can call it that) his service coordinator and got a new one. It is going to take a while to get a behaviorist because the wait is so long. I'm also going to take a look at the county program. I am more than likely going to take him out of district and put him back in to county. Friday when I came to get him from school he was refusing to go to group speech. I found him crying, in his underpants underneath a table in the class room. An aid was standing by him and she told me the only time he kept his clothes on is when it was time for lunch. I was livid. The teacher was at a tranistion meeting, so Pudd'n knew he could get out of group speech. I was pissed at the speech teacher because instead of using a reenforcer to get Pudd'n to the table, he did nothing.
I take it the IEP I had back in Dec. when I told you exactly what to do when he pulls this shit was a waste of my breath???
Ugh, I need to drag my tired carcass in to the shower and get rolling for the day.
The setting was beautiful, every thing was great down to the last detail. As you can see in the picture we had a little time to get silly during all the photos being shot.
It was really a nice time and I am so happy for her. It was great to see Aussie in something other than jeans, tshirts and tennis shoes. That girl cleans up nice! Lili and her man made it just in time. I loved her dress. Why can't I ever find anything that cute?
We left shortly after dinner, Steve was getting tired. We did stop in where I worked for some dessert to take home. We sat at the bar and Kevin fed me 4 shots and a beer.
I can't wait to see all the the wedding photos. It really was a lovley time.
Last night after dropping off Pudd'n at my mom's house, we went out to dinner to eat. We ended up where I work mainly because I get our meal half off and Kevin only charges me for one beer when I have two. Plus the food really is good. Steve and I pigged out on the roasted garlic chips that we dip our bread in to. I almost feel sorry for the guys he works with today, they are going to be getting a nose full o' garlic farts. It was nice to sit down and actually catch up on things. It has been so busy lately and with the nights I was in school, that really cut in to our time. I told him about my encounter with Kerry, he can't believe the 180 that girl has done since she left her husband. He was sad to hear that she's now flaking on our mutal friends G&M. They are really good people and supported her choice of leaving J. Oh well. I can't believe Dru is getting married TOMORROW. The day is finally here, I just now need to find the little card telling me where the reception is at so I know where the hell we are going. In yesterday's mail I got a flyer from Lame Giant and they had a cute black dress in it. I am going to head there today to try it on and see if I like it. There is even a coupon, so bonus for me! Well barflies, I am off to terrorize some teenagers. Goddess how I love my job!
You are a Shamanic Empath. You are at one with nature and can speak with animal/plant life. Your powers come from the Sun & the Moon, and the elements. The weather moves with your mind and all of nature is at your beck and call. (from The Book of Storms by Jad Alexander at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Empaths/)
It's not like I'll be in the wedding pictures, right?
I was dissapointed that I did not lose enough weight to fit in to a pretty purple dress that I've had. I wanted to wear it to Dru's wedding this weekend instead of shelling out money on a dress I probably won't wear again. I've been working out like a fiend, but still have not been dilligent with what the hell I've been shoving in my mouth. I've lost a few inches, nothing real noticiable. Then I figured, "Meh, what ever, it is not like I'll be in any of the wedding photos". Yeah, well........I get an email from little Ms. Thang telling me & the other ho bags that she wants us in some shots. Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! Photos only from the waist up please!
I thank all that is holy that I am DONE with school!!!! I took my final and happily skipped out of there! For my final paper & presentation I got 175 out of 200. I won't know my final grade until she grades my test. I'm just glad it is all over with.
Yesterday I got a text picture from Steve, it showed his work van tire minus the tread. Apparently as he was going into a turn, the tread suddenly came off and hit one of his coworkers in the van behind him. The van Steve drives is very top heavy because it had an air conditioning on top. He's a fiber tech and sometimes they work in the van. So they drive these huge ass vans with a/c on the roof. He is very lucky the tire did not blow. The van would have probably flipped being so top heavy and already into a turn. His guardian angel was working O/T yesterday for sure. Last night while I was at work, fucking moron came by to "borrow" some tools (he'll never return them). Steve said FM looked so bad he wanted to take a picture of him to show me. Steve said their father at the end of his battle with cancer looked better than FM (their father looked like a mummy that had been dug up at the end of his fight). FM has let the crab infested cumdumpster move back in, she did another stint in jail. She also has him tweaking again. Oh fun, oh joy. No wonder we don't talk to FM unless we can't avoid it.
Today we go see the neurologist to go over Pudd'ns blood work and make sure the depokote is not causing him liver failure. Unfortunatly we have to take Pudd'n with us. The Dr. just wants to see Pudd'n real quick. My mom will come with us, so once Dr.D see's Pudd'n, they can leave and go wait in the car. Tonight is my final for my class. I have not studied what so ever. I just don't care. I got all my assignments done and I'm just happy I followed through with the class. Two jobs, school and Pudd'ns escalating behaviors just sucked any enthusiasum from me. I just want it over with. I ran in to my old friend Kerry, she actually said to me "why don't you call?". I gave her the "you've got to be shitting me look" and reminded her that every time I did: A) she would ignore my call and not return it. B)when I did actually get her on the phone she would blow me off by because of work or a date. I then asked her "why don't you call me?" I reminded her that the phone line goes both ways and like relationships, it takes two people. She then gave some lame excuse on why she never calls. Apparently, I'm not the only one she's done this to. She has done this to several of her friends. It does not bother me any more either. Shoes, I need a decent pair of shoes for the dress I bought. I am now also watching the NY Rangers hockey games just so I can see my Shanny. I'm actually doubling my pleasure because Avery is now on the same team. He's always starting & finishing a good fight. They used to play together with the Redwings, and I catch myself still thinking that they are there. I now need to drag my tired carcass off of this chair and go do something constructive to start my day.
Where do I begin? I got out of work at a decent time on Friday, I was able to get home and shower before Spaz walked through the door. We stayed up until the wee hours of the morning giggling like loons. We went out to breakfast on Sat at our favorite Mexican establishment. From there we strolled about down town lovely SJC and she got some trinkets for her boys. We did not get lost on our way to our destination and found easy, ample parking at the mall. I found a dress for the wedding with in 10 minutes. What to do now? Well, drink of course! We went to the hotel and as we walked in we noticed that there was an Egyptian theme. This send Spaz in to fits. Our last trip to Vegas together, we stayed at the Luxor. We kept calling this our "mini Vegas trip", so when she saw Bast, she starts squealing "OMG! It is a sign! It IS mini Vegas!". I told her to calm down before she got us kicked out before we ever got in. The hotel let us check in early and we high tailed it up to our room. Our room was spacious and beautiful. We claimed the bed closest to the bathroom and curled up to drink/nap. Athena showed up shortly after that and the partay began. Lili finally showed and she had that nasy Jager with her. Everything after that is hazy to me. We got trashed. I do remember dinner was good. It was fun to pile in to Dru's mom's car and go out to eat. I did forget about falling on my ass like a drunken pile of bricks. Apparently I stepped off the curb wrong and landed ass over tea kettle laughing the entire way. Spaz and I could not make it through the sex toy party. We were toasted and just wanted to pass out. Sunday morning found us hung over and eating a fabulous breakfast that the hotel provided. We came home and took Pudd'n down to the beach for a little fun. I had to work, so Steve took Spaz to her brother's house so she could visit him. From there her brother would take her back to the airport. She'll be landing in enough time to get to work in the AM. It was a good weekend. The best time I've had in a long time.
I was telling Steve how much I wished some back East friends could come out and partake of Dru's bachelorette party this weekend. He told me to check the points we "earned" on our credit card (damn company should be sending US Christmas cards yearly for as much as we use the plastic!) and there may be enough to cover a plane ticket for Spaz to come out. There is and she is. I have to call and make the final arrangements tomorrow, but it looks like she will be here! HOT DAMN! This will definitly be my "mini Vegas", shit, it will be her's too. Don't worry Athena, Spaz does not drink as much as me and she dances much better.
Tomorrow I am going to take Pudd'n to his pediatrician to see if he's got a bladder infection. I want to make sure that this is not his way to say something is wrong. I had to give my presentation tonight at school. I did it on autism of course. I was afraid I'd start to get all emotional and make an ass out of my self and start blubbering in front of my classmates. But I rocked. I only got teary eyed when one of my classmates asked: What has been the hardest thing about your son having autism? My answer was "everything" and then my eyes started to well up. Luckily I pulled it together. The people that presented after me gave me a hard time saying that I really raised the bar and that no one else was going to have a decent presentation after the one I gave. It was a nice ending to a really crappy day.
Today I get a phone call from Pudd'ns teacher. Pudd'n pissed his pants and when they took him in to the bathroom (it is in the classroom) he refused to get dressed in clean clothes. He kept trying to throw his clean clothes in the trash and then the toilet. The teacher evacuated the rest of the students and made the phone call to me. I arrive to see my son happy and naked as the day he was born in the class room. I picked up his clothes, tossed them at him and told him to get dressed NOW. He was not happy that he was not leaving with me, but tough shit. I'm not going to reward that behavior at all. Some body will be wearing depends to school tomorrow and it wont be me.
I'm trying to catch up on blogs and such. I've been so busy lately with life and I was saddened to see that Elisson lost his beautiful and beloved Matata. I've always enjoyed reading The Big E, but his posts & pictures of his cats really tickled me. I hope Matata's sister Hakuna will be ok with out her sister around.
At the restuarant that I work at, most every Friday a GM comes in named Peggy. No one likes her. It is her job to make sure cold forks go out with salad plates, you use a tray, etc.....small shit that will drive you nuts when you are slammed. This past Friday Peggy came up to me and said she had to speak with me. My first thought was "oh FUCK! What did I do? Did I swear in front of a customer?, is some one is nailing me for sexual harasment? Do I need more deoderent?" Last week Peggy's mom died and my MIL helped out at the funeral. They got to chatting and that is when Peggy found out we work for the same company. My MIL has been a family friend to them for many years and I used to go to church with Peggy's parents when we were first married. Peggy's parents were at my wedding, Peggy's mom was at my baby shower. We went to Peggy's dad's funeral and after the funeral I had a dream where Peggy's dad was in it. I have lots of pictures with Peggy's parents in them. I am now Peggy's new best friend.
Just like a case of the clap, Pudd'ns behaviors are in full force. Only now, he's pissing his pants in school too. As near as we can figure this course of soiling himself is from: A) He's heard Steve talk about blood work ( I just about killed my husband for this, no seriously. I was ready to beat the shit out of him). B)The kid has a psychic gift and he knows what is coming up (blood work this Thurs). C)Us upping the dose of his depokote is causing this new rash of behaviors. So we lowered the dose of the depokote. And YES, this could very well be the problem. Not only did Pudd'n get Steve's autism (I'm border line joking on that smarmy comment) he also inhertited Steve's low tolerence for any thing medcinial or anything with caffiene. Give Steve a can of one coke and he's flying all damn day and he gets real edgy. So after a piss filled day and giving up on some stuff and just throwing it away; I'm going to relax and see my bitch on line. I'm also looking forward to the break I will have next weekend at Dru's bachelorette party. Pray for me barflies, Pudd'n soiling himself just sends my blood pressure through the roof. The girl scouts are lucky that I am a stress eater. All those good cookies are now available..................