Miss Mint Julep...YOoooHHooooOOo

I had to address this because I thought it was hysterical...Maybe it's just me, but I love to hear when people think alike, even if it is a scary way of thinking.

So earlier today Mint Julep (go check out her cool blog) posted this about the hurricane which hit Olive's "bedroom...

"OMG that was too funny! What a mess. My kids will not have any toys. Just tv to entertain them. 

So, it looks bad to bring the kids to a liquor store? I'll have to remember that.

My husband just found out that you can't go for a run while your kid is taking a nap."

Why is this funny? because I always said the same thing. Then you know what happens?...your mean friends who have yet to have kids or have kids who are grown up, buy every noise making, itty bitty pieced set of plastic, lead filled ,goodness for your child.  It's reaaaally funny to them.  Hysterical actually.  They love to see you open up the "learning barnyard toyset" with about 78 tiny pieces, that is able to loudly sing Old Macdonald in 5 Languages with motion detector alone, and oink like a pig, while strobing out the entire bedroom with red, green, and blue lights.  Awesome huh?  yes...and for some reason it never seems to be the type of toy you can sneak from the child's room.  They always KNOW when it's missing even if they haven't touched it in 4 months

As far as the part about realizing you can't go for a run  while the kids are sleeping...it took me til kiddo #2 to figure out that one.   I'm amazed that boy even made it as long as he did.

bOooOOoOOo

Yes you can, I swear it.

Does life have to be so hard?

 I used to think so.

 I used to be self centered and get worked into a frenzy about the weirdest things.  I remember, at one point in my life, I actually  moved the garbage can to right under the mail slot and never looked back. I actually had to have friends come and help pay bills and put food in the fridge.  Look, I'm honest, I had a nervous breakdown....and you wanna know the worst part?...  I had a 2 year old at the time.  After losing about 25 pounds on a 5 foot frame and choking down intermittent Xanax from my mom, who actually was so concerned she sent them in the mail with directions written in big letters on a napkin ( I should have kept that letter), I dragged my bony ass to the family doctor.

I got the help I needed to get through it.  It did NOT include Xanax, sadly enough, but did include Paxil...and I took it religiously until, as the doctor had nicely told me, " Until maybe you think you can open the mail again.  It won't take long, Myssi, you will be ok."    I didn't really believe him at that point but I had to put my trust in something, it might as well be Paxil.  In the time period working up to the Breakdown...My husband left me, and not just left me, but packed everything up while I was at work and when I walked in the door he handed me the baby and said,"gotta go, can't live like this."  That is sooo good for a gals moral...anyways...that happened, my dad died, my brother died of AIDS and I honestly thought my life was over.  

Jeesus Crackers I was an idiot.

Everything happens for a reason.  I finally realized this.  It took strength from my friends, the death of my mother and the inner strength I actually found in myself.  I realized the world is not about me, but about the energy I put into it...the kindness I put out there and the compassion I can instill.  I don't dwell on the things I can't control...like the example in the post below...or the fact I cannot be anyone's, including the man I love, only thing in life.  I have learned to focus on what I can do for myself and the power I can bring to others with encouragement.  This world is an amazing place if you let the sun shine in.

This came to me today when the gal who sits in front of me brought up the fact her mom died one year ago of Renal Failure....she started to cry, and I started to cry...the class was uncomfortable but I just said,"Lord have mercy...someone get her some Kleenex and me too ...Lord what a bunch of blithering fools we are...how are we going to be nurses if we cry at every damn thing that happens  ?"    She laughed, I laughed and the class laughed.  It's ok to feel pain and sadness...sad things happen and you should cry.  But you should also find the beauty in the sadness.  It happened and lives changed and we moved forward.... we cry for ourselves and the things we have lost.  We don't often cry for the pain the person was in...we cry because we weren't ready for the loss and this is something we should think about.

I don't get freaked out anymore when traffic is making me late, or when things don't work out the way I thought.  It is so minute compared to the big picture....so unimportant. 

Take time to laugh and to try something new, endulge yourself in the unknown and do it with vigor and a smile on you face......and how about you bring a friend?...see what happens.

xoxo

write ya later

m

Dear Lord....

Dear Lord,

please help me to not strangle or at least to not amputate this small creature.  I realize she means no harm.  I also understand that she was "just looking for , you know, the little thing that goes with the Little Pets".  The problem is ,Lord, I didn't understand the magnitude of upkeep one tiny child would require and without my drink of choice, which I don't have, because the keeper of the cocktails is at band practice tonight and I don't feel right going to the liquor store with kids in tow....

even if they do pass out suckers there,( I do have some morals, thank you Monsignor Cunningham) I don't think I can do this...

I have asked for help before, but this time I'm serious.

2 hours later and hugs and kisses to the My Pretty Pony Beach Cabana, Weebles Treehouse and accessories, one Fisher Price Bus with blinking lights and real horn sounds (thank you Lord) packed into Target bags and placed in the back of the car to go to Santa's Workshop so that the elves could fix them up and send them to some other kids...

question asked by small self centered child?

"so I can get more, Mammoo?"

Yessssss...So Santa can bring more shit.  Soon Honey.

yes...and I do realize the room is bland compared to most...but at least it's clean

So Lord,  Thank you for giving me the strength....

Now maybe I can go write...and also try to figure out why the entire middle half is underlined.

.

...loss for words

i don't know what to write

Wanna See Something Cute?

Olive in her Halloween Costume...

The Troll Doll

I finished the mittens.  Yeah I know they aren't perfect...but good enough.  Olive thinks they are awesome

My day started out with Bobby yelling at me...so it got progressively worse as the day has gone on, that is until I started just eating random foods.  I feel better now.  I think I'll have a beer and then see how I perk up.

Sleeping in the Middle of the Bed.

Thursday night.  It's the night I announce we are having leftovers to the kids, eat whatever they want,I don't even care if they eat cereal for dinner...as long as I'm not involved.  I clop down the stairs to our "Beer Fridge" and grab a microbrew and head to the computer. 

 Sweet Computer.  

I search the internet for my new improved life, usually without much success.  I look at porn...only for a few minutes, because I get embarrassed(why don't they have easy on the eyes 70's porn?  because I think I really just like to see what real boobs look like and afros on white girls).  Then I move onto the blogs...my favs...I scroll from one list to another, voyeurizing all of them.  Peeking into their sometimes mundane but mostly above ordinary lives.  I pick blogs from San Fran and New York City, because that is where my real life should be.  I read about their fashion and sometimes about their loves, but mostly about their inner cores.  Things they don't think their fellow people are really reading. I need this.  I need them to get me through the days. 

 

People who know me don't know me.  I've yet to meet anyone who could see me from the inside out.  A person who knows my dreams, who wants to be a part of my dreams or at least step inside for a moment.... but when reading these blogs I can relate to them...they are me...all in weird little ways.  Maybe it's how those weird nerds love "comic-con"...people get them.  

When I was on the dating market, I always dated idiots...It was a safety device...or maybe it was the only thing I could get?  I don't know...I'm  not going to think about that.   I have never met a man who challenges me or has wanted to.  I'm not sure if that says something about me or about men in general.  Whatever the case, my inner circle could care less about it.  People are surprised that I read.  People are more surprised that I have a bookshelf, that I think reading is a mini vacation and I feel guilty if I don't interchange one "top-seller" for a classic every other read.  It's my rule. In reading the blogs I enter a world of strong, intelligent, book smart woman who say what they feel and I'm sure they have all read Camus to Bukowski.  I know they have.

    

This is my secret garden.  My refuge.  My place to think.

So, as I finish my homework and chores from the day I am thankful for the pen and paper....and the book which awaits me as I climb into bed,the middle of the bed, turn the blanket up to 10 and relax to my mini vacation.

still need a costume idea

So, I found a few that you still have time to whip up.  Let me know how it goes.

this first one is quite clever.  I'm sure you can put your own spin on it.

(click on the links to see where they came from)

fake midget  

this next one kind of freaked me out...but it is good.

really check it out

WTF costumes

Maybe a few costumes for the entire family?

Just think twice before wearing these to the Neighborhood Halloween Parade...or at least don't email me back and bitch if you do.

anna maltz

How about a set of costumes for a night out with the girls?  I guarantee you will be a clit...I mean HIT.

Vagina Ladies

you and your husband could go as He devil and She devil

Oh wait...those aren't costmes.

how about for your 2 bestest guy friends

the Ambiguously Gay Duo?

Or this for your gross friend...

Me no likey

Well, anyways...whatever you choose have fun

where a rubber...and don't drink and drive...

and for the parents out there.... when trick or treating parents come to your door.  ahve a cooler of beer and small cocktails for them to trick or treat out of....make it worth their while.

Oktoberfest Longmont 2008

really?

awwwwww...don't know who they are but they were cute

is it a gang or a gaggle...

they were all running around like maniacs...while the parents were all getting hammered

Thank you Lefthand Brewery...and Bubba for giving us free beer all night

Can I get in the Big Bed?

May I sleep in the big bed?
When Olive asked me this the other day it brought back memories of my childhood and the mystical "big bed". The most comfortable refuge in the child's world. It is like the womb of all wombs....always warmer,always more comfortable, and always able to fit more people than the average bed. When I was a little girl my parents, who were quite the "cocktail party" types, would leave me home alone. I realize now that maybe that was not the safest form of babysitting but I did not know or care then. They would say, "Go get in the big bed and we will be home soon". I would watch TV and eat my snack then fall asleep in the vast comforts of the California King bed and the mounds of down pillows.  This became my memory of travels around the country.  Laying in the big hotel bed while my parents were seeing a show on Broadway or gambling in Vegas.  We traveled.....I curled up in the Big Bed.  

My daughter just comes right into our room.  Boundaries never respected.  She comes in and just climbs up and crawls over the top then curls up in the middle, breathing sour preschooler breath on the unfortunate parent she faces.  I never did this as a child.  I knew the boundaries of the parents den like room.  We weren't allowed in the bedroom, unless invited and we were rarely invited.  On Saturday mornings I would go upstairs with my blankee and curl up outside their bedroom door waiting for someone to wake up.  When I became an adolescent I couldn't wait for my parents to leave so that I could pilfer through their room.  Starting at my dad's candy stash then moving towards my mom's "Joy of Sex" book and then finishing my spying up on the big bed, munching  on M&M's and looking at weird pictures of some sort of Feng Shui sex positions in awe.  ahhh the memories.

Now, I barely use my bed...except for the obvious.   I don't have time to curl up and relax.  Winter time around the corner and longer nights imminent.  I hope to find the time to pile in and relax, kids, dogs, cats, heating blanket and all.

I have a soft spot for junkies

It started in College when one of my dear friends came knocking on my door at 4 am looking for just a spoon of jelly or peanut butter if I didn't have jelly.  He was shirtless and was wearing a pair of Old Skool "Lipp Service" Jeans that said "fuck" all over them.  He had beautiful black hair down to the middle of his back and crystal blue eyes.  How could I say no?  I couldn't.  He came in and I opened the fridge and pulled out my beloved jar of Goober Grape.  "Is both ok?"  He smiled and took a spoonfull.  "You're the best,Myssi".  

At that time I all ready knew he was a junkie.  I always opened my door to him.  His girlfriend, whom we called Olive Oil( she looked just like her), hated me...I didn't much care for her.  She had the money and would often punish him by not sharing their need.  By the end of my second year of school I was the silent care giver for him.  He would show up in tears, begging me to take him to the hospital when the Methadone Clinic was closed,  Or looking so gaunt I would beg him to eat...always pulling out my jar of Goober Grape.  He always came over when I was alone, which was often.  My boyfriend at the time was older and in a shitty band...he had many girls on the side and I just ignored it.  My friend, on his good days, would smile at me and ask,"What are you doing?"  "You are so smart and you are here, in shithole Gainesville, taking care of an asshole who could care less about you and a junkie who is probably gonna die."  

If I had known that care taking would be in my true future it would have made sense.  But I didn't know that.  I just knew that I loved his pale white skin and how he came to me when he needed peace.  We never shared anything except Goober Grape, warm blankets and nights of listening to the Stranglers, but for me it was a life long lesson on the beautiful devils of heroin.  

I left Gainesville to escape my own devils.  I don't really know what happened to my friend.  He left G-ville before I did.  With a note on my fridge and a fresh jar of Goober Grape, "Don't save this for me, I won't need it.  Thanks xoxo" .  I saved that note for a long time.  I never buy Goober Grape anymore.

I moved all over the country; New Orleans, Miami, Portland, Seattle, and Atlanta and could pick out even the cleanest of the Junkies.  I can smell them.  I don't do drugs anymore.  I escaped the devils that chased me, removed myself from the people and can now think back nicely about it.  When I see a heroin junkie, I feel for them...I really do.

This brings me to my love for Scott Weiland.  The perfect look in all junkism.  

So gross

I just spent 1 hour and got no where on cleaning my tub.  It's gross. I was going to take a picture but I was embarrassed.  Can you believe that?

I went in there thinking I will start on the tub and move outwards.  I still ahve not moved out of the tub.  It appears to be getting worse as I scrub.  I must be releasing the inner grime.  It's like scummy grossness that I couldn't really see until I started scrubbing.  I thought at first that maybe it was the sponge, so I switched sponges.  It wasn't the sponge.  I scrubbed and scrubbed then thought, "I need something more."  I headed for the kitchen sink to see what I had.  I first got the vinegar and baking soda.  Worked pretty good but it was hard to make it stick to the side of the tub where we need it.  (This is all Bobby's fault.  Him and all his damn hair goop.)  The grime just kind of peeled off in little turd balls like, I don't know,like dirty neck sweat on a 9 year old boy.  YUK!!!  I headed back to the kitchen and grabbed every toxic substance known to man.  I realize this is against my "green" nature but it's gross!

 1.  I dumped some "lime away" on it:  appeared to not only take away streaks of the grime but also appeared to remove the tub finish...can't really tell due to the nature of the grime.  Goodness.  I'm glad I got rid of that crap all in one shot.  

Sorry fish!

2. Next, the last bit of clorox cleaner.   nothing.  Maybe it was bad. Can clorox go bad?  It did make a nice intoxicating smell...now I had to take a break to clear my bathroom cleaner brain fog and open some windows.  It's 930 am and I'm contemplating beer.  

Stupid tub grime.

3.  Internet.  Hot vinegar.  Ok...let's see.  I will run it through the coffee pot then pour it on the grime that way at least the coffee pot will be clean.  Ok..it worked a bit, but went straight down the drain.  damn it.

4. I'm sorry, but I'm going to Target to get some toxic scrubbing bubbles I can't live like this.  

It's like when I go into my son's bathroom and it seems ok, then I lift the toilet bowl seat.  ARRRRGGGHHHHHH.   

Sit down when you pee son!   Jesus Criminy.  Get some in the toilet.   

I hate house cleaning.  I'm not good at it I can't focus.  I start one thing and then start another.  I'm gonna go vacuum.  wish me luck.

Never Surrender....

As my old friend Corey Hart once said,"Never Surrrrrrrenderrrrrr ---rrrrrr". (well, he's not my friend, I actually never even listened to his music....I was too busy getting my Pink Mohawk to stand on end to take time for that crappy music.) But I do remember the heart aching video. Canada's version of Chris Isaak. Point is, I NEVER surrender. I don't give in on a fight (even if I'm wrong), I don't take back my words (even if I feel bad), and I NEVER, EVER let knitting or sewing get the best of me. I will kick that stitching's ass!
With that said...I nearly gave in yesterday.
I'll tell you what. I thought I would whip myself up a pair of cozy mittens during class, yeah right. I had my little pattern and my stack of needles because I was going to knit 4 needles...like with socks. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA Not gonna happen.
I sat in class with the girls asking me "How's it going Myssi?" It's not... rippppppppppppppp.
"Myssi, did you get it started?" Yeah, I got it started approximately 15 times now but still have not figured out the needles. RIpppPPPpppPppp.
Class #1 (2 hours) done with class...still sitting with yarn and 4 needles, well by now the yarn looked like twirly ribbon I had to take it out so many times.
Class #2 It's starting to become comical, because I have now listened to 2 hours of lecture, taken a test and made an A and STILL cannot figure out how to hold 4 needles and make a tube.
So much for nice easy mittens. Hell, Synda can do this...why can't I? (No offense Syn)
Maybe I should read the directions? Screw Directions.......I have all of lunch (1 1/2 hours).
1 hour and 10 minutes later I'm still dumbfounded. At this point I have announced that I WILL get it. It's not rocket science. It must be something simple. I start asking anyone who walks by. Can you knit on 4 needles? Hey, pssst, can you knit with more than 2 needles? Hey, you over there...come read this...tell me what it says to you.
No luck.
But I did NOT surrender. I was exhausted by the time I got home but I did figure it out. 9 hours later....got that 9 hours!!!! I could have 15 pairs of mitts done.
With help from:
How to DPN
thanks!

So, I have one mitten started, and one to finish, because the normal person chooses to wear 2 mittens...and I Never Surrender!
Then next I will move onto Hats....Because I have a pushy friend that wants a Hat that says "ASS" and then I'll secretly put hole next to it :) Joking...

Today is going to be a grand day. just remember friends....
" Never Surrenderrrr-rrrrrrr"

write ya later
M

story of my life...Unfinished Projects

I have anxiety about starting projects and then finishing them.  Crafty stuff is to be fun, right?  My head reels with ideas.  I have boxes of bottle caps, so many that my friends even save them.  Friends that come to the house and have a beer know exactly what cabinet the bottle caps go in and I have been collecting them for so long they have even stopped asking me what the hell I was going to do with them all.  I'm gonna bottle cap a table, or a house, or you know...do art.  I get on sewing kicks.  Like my computer bags...Then I don't even want to do them, well that usually happens when someone says ,"hey I want one of those, I'll pay ya".  BLAhhhh.  Yesterday I decided to finish some of my little projects I started so that I could start knitting or crocheting...since it is getting cold.  I need some Mittens!  I have baskets and baskets of cool scraps so I thought, hell, I could make some little bags to put "stuff" in.  Nothing in mind...just use the scraps, so that I could get something else.  

I started this cute little zipper bag.  Should have taken about 30 minutes to make, but what did I do?  I put the zipper in upside down, on the wrong side.  Story of my life.  So the 30 minute bag became the 2 hour thread rip out and mess.  But I did get it all out and redone.  It's cute...jazzy...something I would buy if I ever spent any money on cool stuff.  This is why I make things.  Every time I go to Anthropologie or some cool little boutique I say, "I want that...Shit...45$...I'll make it".  The birth of too many projects.

backwards zipper...nice and typical/

then I have this stuff I need to finish

computer bag

one of these little bags needs a butting hole...which I hate doing...so there it sits

But I did start over on the travel bag that i screwed the zipper up on and got that done

cute huh?

I'm hoping to relieve some of my crafty pressures by getting organized.  I'm going to open up my knitting bag and see whats in there.  Make myself some mittens.  and try to relax

Day of Urology

Did I tell you guys that the other day I saw more dick than a whore on Colfax? Well I did! Big Dick, little dick, hairy dick, big balled dick...no balled dick (if you can believe that one) and inside the dick. There are truly some things which can not be explained without seeing it first hand....to me, Urology is one of them.

Singing Penis | Funny Jokes at JibJab

please watch the video...it's educational  :)

Many people do not realize that when they do anything with the penis the Dr. goes through that tiny little hole at the end of the penis. It involves a cool machine which looks similiar to a video game stick and lots of water...

tool for cramming up the penis hole....

the Beautiful Prostate

Yeah...Lot's of water. It was amazing. Did you know they scrape the prostate off with a "hot loop" in order to widen the area? Well you do now, and I saw it all first hand. It's not all doom and grossness in the urology surgery area. There was some humor. The nurse (not me) shaved the wrong side of this super hairy Yeti and the Dr. had a meltdown and said as punishment she would have to reshave so that at least it looked like they had some sense of what they were doing... Then some guy actually sat up why they were doing the procedure!!! Yikes scared the piss put me (no pun intended). MORE DRUGS!!!!!! Don't worry, the man and his penis were fine. I on the other hand was totally freaked out!

So, so far I have experienced many things and still haven't figured out what I like, even penises didn't keep my interest for very long. Maybe I can get some good suggestions for nursing. I think I might like VA. They have lots of stories, lot's of issues and could use a few good nurses. Hmmmm? I gotta go back to school. You guys have a great weekend....I'm gonna have myself a Martini after school. One more week down.

write ya later

m

hey de ho neighbor...

It's Tuesday...but you can see that from the time stamp.  I had my frst Operating Room Clinicals today.  Saw a double bilateral total knee replacement.  Not nearly as bloody as I thought it would be.  Not nearly as exciting either.  The scrub techs had a more exciting job than me.  Wah wah wah...  One more day of OR then I can move to the next subject.

I want to take a minute to not write anything great.  I should be writing a paper...but instead I'll take a minute to tell you about how much I love the Pumpkin Patch.  We went this weekend.  The big thing was the Tractor Ride.  It was such a big deal that Olive thinks she wants to be a farmer so that she can tote people around on a tractor.  She doesn't seem to understand that unless she is ONLY going to have a pumpkin patch...the only people she would be toting around would be migrant workers.  Oh well, why ruin the dream?  The Pumkin Patch is free and we get to get as many Pumpkins we can carry.  I LOVE FREE!!!  I got us up at 7 AM so that we could get first pick at the best pumpkins and we did GREAT!...Also got some cute pictures.  I edited them on Picnik...Does anyone else use Picnik?   

So what else you ask?  I'm sick of school and on top of that cooking dinners have become my least favorite chore in the world.  Is that wrong?  Is it wrong to offer your kids Pasta every night? I don't know, I just can't get my pea brain together enough to actually make anything worth eating...Why oh why can't kids just drink beer like me?  It's got everything we need.  Damn that business about growing and needing nutrients.

Next....Ilin wants to learn how to crochet so that he can make those little creatures and I don't have time to sit and teach him.  Anyone know of a super easy kid friendly book he can read and learn on his own?   He's been making these cool softies...they aren't perfect but they are creative and he thinks he wants to try to sell them on Etsy to earn money for his snowboard pass or something.  So I want to get him a book with actual patterns in it.

that's all for now. I need to write a paper

Pissing off the Parents

picture from "spot rehab"
doesn't that swing look fun?

Yeah, I know I'm too vocal. Many people don't believe the same way I do...That is fine with me...Maybe I'm a "special needs" type person.

This morning a friend asked me how my Preschool Clinical went...It was fine, for the most part. The school was really cool. It was set up 50 years ago for children who had no other means of education except institutionally. Children who were out of the "norm" back then. This school even had a flippin swimming pool for the preschoolers to do swimming integration. Great therapy pool for the handicapped kids. That part was really neat.

My problem is the actual "labeling" of kids. Don't you think, although not very cost effective, all little kids should get pool therapy? All little kids would benefit from preschool and integrating with all types of kids? Preschoolers are so "untouched" at that point they are like sponges!
The kids I worked with yesterday were a variety...The ones I could not quite get a grasp of were the "sensory delayed kids".....
These are kids who have no cognitive issues but don't care for loud noises and textures. Here's my thing...the classes were 1/3 dev. delayed kids, 1/3 "normal", and 1/3 dx of ADD, Sensory, ADHD whatever...but the big thing to me was that they were preschool age? Really? Looked a lot like parenting issues to me. I didn't say that...i just questioned and stated that I thought ALL preschool/elementary kids would benefit from this type of schooling and the OT( occupational therapist) went into this diatribe how these kids are "specially funded" to get this "treatment"...and once again I stated, yea, I understand, but wouldn't be awesome to have this integrated into school day activities? And she flipped and said this is why we need OT's we can't just train regular teachers to do this type of work!!!.. (look lady, I'm not trying to downplay your job...or elliminate it!)
Really? All it is is obstacle courses, bubble blowing and wobble boards...just seems to me any 3 year old would benefit from it.
whatever...
I don't believe in these over diagnosed cases of ADD ,ADHD, Sensory deprivation...not for 3 year olds ( I tell you what, when you see a kid with true ADHD or Autism, it's a bunch different than the hyper kid with the parent saying "calm down, calm down")...it they are 17 and can't stand the seams on their socks and the sound of clocks ticking that is a different issue.

Ilin, my kid, now 11, would never dance with the other preschoolers at the library "sing and dance" stuff. He would sit in a corner and put his fingers in his ears...same with singing happy bday, that had to be the worst part of his yearly birthday experience...also hated to Swing or any wierd movements, no carousels, no Disney World, nada....doesn't like his food to mix on his plate...but did I go and get special funding? Did I put him in a school with a "label" at age 3?
NO...I just said, hey Ilin, that's cool, you don't have to ride on the merry go round, it is a bit freaky...and if you don't want to do the Hokie Pokie...I don't blame ya. I just ask that you please stop rolling those damn hotwheels back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...because it's making ME crazy. The kid is gifted now. Highest placement in his class one of the highest in the state. He rides a skateboard, he snowboards and he still hates to sing and dance but does play the guitar and Bass (upright) and has quite the ear for music. He has a shitload of friends. What if I had labeled him...put him in Special Needs classes? Would it be the same? I don't think so.

We have enough labels in our society. Why start at preschool? Why not let the kids develop at their own pace with the guidance and HELP from adults? Even dev. delayed kids like to hang with the average kids. We try to get them "out" of the labeling situation, yet as parents we want to find a reason or diagnosis for any goofy thing our kid's do. They are kids...They are ODD. Especially when you can't "control" their little peronalities anymore. What really sucks? Is when your kid gets a true illness...Leukemia? Down's? Head Injury? kind of makes not wanting to hear loud sounds and change your clothes 3 times a day a little trivial...doesn't it?

I'm sorry if I offend anyone...well not really. It is America and if you are reading this I have probably all ready offended you by saying I'm voting for Peace...or that I don't think you need a degree to fix trucks and do electrical wiring...or that I like Ted Nuggent but am a Vegetarian
write ya later
m

the miracle of life

OH MY GOD!!!!   yesterday at clinicals, the ones I had nightmares about all night, were awesome.  

I walked in the door at 700 am, the teacher pushed me towards a "Salty" RN and I was off.  I walked into the room, did my silly introductions and 1 hour later was looking at the busy end of a very pregnant lady!  She gave birth at 840 am to a beautifully perfect 8.2 oz baby girl.  I got to help with the entire thing.  Afterwards I did a full baby assessment and helped with fundus massage (which, unless you take A&P) won't care or know what it is.  I have never in my life seen a baby being born from that angle!!!!  I blubbered like an idiot, well quietly blubbered, it was so beautiful and for that woman to let me stand there and help she must have been high as a kite.  Anyways, it made my Uterus ache.  I was high on baby smell all day. Bobby announced, twice, that he was fixed and to stop talking about it and not to get any hare-brained ideas like pulling some Angelina Jolie adoption ring.....what a way to shoot down my high.   

I'm sure today I'll be snapped back into reality because I have to go to "headstart" Pre-school and observe 4 yearolds....like I don't do that for free at home.

I hope all is well.  I miss my Synda...I miss my Sissy...and my Kandy....and I know this is due to lack of money, time, and the holiday spirits floating around.  I'm broke, but refuse to accept the obvious and just keep going forward.    2 more months of school then I graduate...and can work, get back into a better $$$ situation and start planning for the next round of school.  

Oh yeah, I wanted to tell everyone about TUT    www.tut.com

I'm not sure what the entire website is...someone sent it to me and then you do this little OATH about being the best you can be, and it sends you messages from the universe everyday.  I read the email first thing in the morning and it really helps.   The other day it told me to stop focusing on, but keep in sight, the big picture...focus on the small, do the best you can do and the big picture will be there.  

yeah...small is good.  That is about the most my brain can handle.