The Boy turned 9 this weekend. He loves to hear his birth story - I recounted all that happened leading up to his birth and then after. I think he just loves hearing how, just as now, he was the center of attention.
We played baseball on Saturday. We lost. Go figure. But again, we were only down one run. AND we only had 9 kids. Attendence is a big problem for us. Jack and Tommy got to go to Chuck E Cheese on Sat night and then Jack stayed over at Tommy's house overnight. (Tommy doesn't like to stay over anywhere - he gets scared still)
:-) Aunt Jill came up and we went shopping and garage saling. We always have a good time.
Bill's gearing up for his yearly garage sale. I'm getting rid of a lot of furniture and clutter. LOVING *that* feeling - HATING my garage looking SO bad.
I was home on Friday and Mabel and I were hanging out in the living room when we heard this HUGE bang outside. *I* went to the window and looked outside - *Mabel* howled once and scooted her big body under the couch. I could be killed and she wouldn't care as long as she could get under the couch. Sadie would have been right next to me looking for what made the noise. Oh, Mabel.
Sally's been having more problems in the bathroom. She didn't go to CCheese because she pooped in her pants. We have noticed that she can tell us exactly where she was when she pooped so we have decided that she is ABLE to control this and thus we have started to punish her. The tricky part is finding something that you CAN withhold AND that means something to her. School is a great thing - BUT - I have to be able to call in to work IF she does poop. It's a fine-line game, that's for sure.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Friday, May 07, 2010
Humor
Humor, like many things is held in the eye of the beholder - it's relative. And for the most part nothing is off-limits when it comes to humor. Well, nothings off-limits to some people. And here is my point: I've recently been criticized for my "crass" humor about my children and husband on face-book. If you're not familial with my work - well, then you prob don't know me and what the heck are you doing reading this if you don't know me??? :-)
My life is CRAZY - yeah, I hear ya - yours is too. But, do you have a 12 year old that still poops in her pants? Do you have to go to yearly meetings to *decide* what route to take in your daughter's education? Do you *pray* that your daughter will one day be able to live alone? On and on and on I could go. So maybe crazy isn't the word - but CHALLENGING!
For the most part, we've done well. My family seems "relatively" normal (and you should meet my relatives) <--- get it, relatively.... :-) I think we've done a pretty good job of grieving in private. So anyway I was told that I should be GRATEFUL for all I have!!! And before you people that know me ask - the person is still alive - for now. :-)
There's a certain kind of "dark" humor that I have found to be of comfort. It's the kind of humor that laughs at the fact that I was ELATED when my daughter UN-buckled herself in the bus. The bus driver was not. But see, *I* was seeing that her hand strength had progressed to where she *could* do that! So, you see I AM grateful. Probably more than *some* people. I'm grateful for the hundreds of things that many take for granted. Eye contact, reading, singing (WAY off key - but singing), speaking so that clerks can understand you, strangers that treat my daughter like a PERSON, soft bowel movements. Ok, you've prob got the idea - I'll stop there. :-)
My sister has a para-pelagic husband now. I guess she should be *grateful* he's not dead. And she is - but I'd NEVER tell her that. Her humor, like mine is a little on the dark side. You have to laugh - believe me - you'd do nothing but cry. And like me she's grateful for the help she's received and all the good things - but she's just as PISSED that she has to go through it at all. We ALL have that kind of something. And even though we probably wouldn't trade our cross that we bear for someone else's, we still have the right to joke about it. It just fascinates me that people think they have the right to criticize how you're living your life when they, in fact, have NEVER even come close to living you life. This person is divorced, I'm not. This person didn't live with their children as they were growing up, they have grand kids, I do not. SO many things that are different - not to mention they have NEVER had a special needs child. So.... to you, the person who told me that I should be grateful..... BITE ME!
:-)
My life is CRAZY - yeah, I hear ya - yours is too. But, do you have a 12 year old that still poops in her pants? Do you have to go to yearly meetings to *decide* what route to take in your daughter's education? Do you *pray* that your daughter will one day be able to live alone? On and on and on I could go. So maybe crazy isn't the word - but CHALLENGING!
For the most part, we've done well. My family seems "relatively" normal (and you should meet my relatives) <--- get it, relatively.... :-) I think we've done a pretty good job of grieving in private. So anyway I was told that I should be GRATEFUL for all I have!!! And before you people that know me ask - the person is still alive - for now. :-)
There's a certain kind of "dark" humor that I have found to be of comfort. It's the kind of humor that laughs at the fact that I was ELATED when my daughter UN-buckled herself in the bus. The bus driver was not. But see, *I* was seeing that her hand strength had progressed to where she *could* do that! So, you see I AM grateful. Probably more than *some* people. I'm grateful for the hundreds of things that many take for granted. Eye contact, reading, singing (WAY off key - but singing), speaking so that clerks can understand you, strangers that treat my daughter like a PERSON, soft bowel movements. Ok, you've prob got the idea - I'll stop there. :-)
My sister has a para-pelagic husband now. I guess she should be *grateful* he's not dead. And she is - but I'd NEVER tell her that. Her humor, like mine is a little on the dark side. You have to laugh - believe me - you'd do nothing but cry. And like me she's grateful for the help she's received and all the good things - but she's just as PISSED that she has to go through it at all. We ALL have that kind of something. And even though we probably wouldn't trade our cross that we bear for someone else's, we still have the right to joke about it. It just fascinates me that people think they have the right to criticize how you're living your life when they, in fact, have NEVER even come close to living you life. This person is divorced, I'm not. This person didn't live with their children as they were growing up, they have grand kids, I do not. SO many things that are different - not to mention they have NEVER had a special needs child. So.... to you, the person who told me that I should be grateful..... BITE ME!
:-)
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
The Junk Yard
Yes, Jeremy and Bill are gearing up for another garage sale and my garage is getting packed to the gills with "stuff". I'm attempting to go through the kids' stuff and get rid of some of *their* "stuff". :-) It's easier said than done, with Sal.
Sal is going to summer school AND she couldn't be happier! She told Gma and Aunt Jill all about it and that she was taking her backpack and all. It's too funny. We still aren't sure where school is - but we have had clearance from HHH. My team this year is another unbelieable one!!! They fight for stuff I don't even realize I want. ;-) If only people would realize how very much above and beyond MOST teachers, aides, directors, etc go.
Bill attended a Village Board meeting last week where the budget was voted on. Public Works got cut AGAIN and so did Fire and Police this time. All 3 Union reps were up Roger's butt explaining to the public how Roger has been lying about the Unions. The really crazy thing is - NO management cuts - AGAIN. So seriously, there's like 14 guys running 9. Does that make sense???? Wouldn't it be common sense that after the last cuts which were ALL blue collar - couldn't you cut down on management? I mean the population of Bolingbrook is not going down much - so you're going to need more blue collars to cover the last cut and now you do it again - when it's said and done will the Foreman run ANYONE? Or just sit in their office?
The real kicker was that *just* after the Public Works people were notified that they lost their jobs - Roger hired the contractors (landscape, etc) back. That's just sad. I guess I'm surprised that there are really those people out there - that their only motivation is greed. I really am green sometimes.
Bill and I have become coaches of Jack's Little League team. It happened something like this: Lisa (board member) called Bill to see if he'd be head coach - Bill said no because he doesn't get off till 5:30 and games start by then but that he would be assistant. Ok. The "Head" coach calls Bill and tells him he can't make the coaches meeting where they draft the kids. Ok, Bill goes. Then Bill finds out that this guy has been to NO coaches meetings and no he can't make practice either. Bill calls Lisa and tells her - he'll be the Head Coach and I will be his assistant. He then comes to me and tells me this. Gotta love that boy. :-/ No, really, it's been a lot of fun. Ok,some parents suck - but the kids are GREAT! We are now
0-5. :-) No, we're not very good. When Jack is one of the BEST players - you know we're in trouble. Don't get me wrong - Jack is ok - he loves to play - but he doesn't love to practice and he's always goofing off.
We have 3 little guys that are the same size, same color of hair, same build and at one point I asked one if I could call him Sal instead of Salvador and he replied "No, um... I'm Andy". :-) We also have another pair that look a lot a like (esp in hats and unifor) and they KNOW I have problems telling them apart and they PLAY me!!!! Saying "No, I'm not Brenden" when in fact, he is! :-)
But like I said - we - the coaches are having a ball. Don't know about the kids.
:-)
Brother-in-law has been in and out of the hosp again and again. The usual - UTI. They have *finally* put a stint in his arm so they can administer the antibiotic at the Nursing Home. I know Aunt Jill was happy to have that done. Trips to the ER in the middle of the night are NOT fun.
My Dad has taken emense joy in teasing the heck out of me about coaching. Asked if I wanted Swisegood's number. If I would make the papers for Winningest Coach. I really would LOVE to see him take Jack for a week and teach him how to pitch - but I'm not sure with Jack's attitude how long he'd last. ;-)
Jack has his spacer in and has done VERY well with it. The gap between his front teeth is getting so big you really could put a couple more teeth in thre but that's what we're working for and then the braces will push the teeth back. Mr Drama hasn't even cried with the teeth thing. Silly boy - if he only knew - he could really get me with this - I'm a real whimp when it comes to the dentist. But no, he takes that cranking 2 times a day like nothing - but a ball just brushes him and he's flopping like a fish. Dennis Rodman. We've even taken to calling him "The Worm". ;-)
The Brick (Sally) is now able to back float with NO floating devices. Ok, so barges move quicker in the Mississsippi - but hey, she's floating!!!!! She just LOVES swimming. When she found out there was no "swim team" in the summer she asked me if she could take swimming lessons. God, I love her. :-)
Jack has taken to getting a baseball game going between our house and Mr Chads. There's not a lot of room there AND he WAS using a league ball. We immedeately went to the store and purchased wiffle balls. My stress level was at tilt. So there's usually 3-9 kids in our yard now. I do like that they're always outside playing.
Mabel has been banished to the garage now, in her cage. She did a lot of chewing and dumpster diving and we scolded and warned so now she's been punished. She doesn't learn. But she's Mabel - what are ya gonna do.
Sal is going to summer school AND she couldn't be happier! She told Gma and Aunt Jill all about it and that she was taking her backpack and all. It's too funny. We still aren't sure where school is - but we have had clearance from HHH. My team this year is another unbelieable one!!! They fight for stuff I don't even realize I want. ;-) If only people would realize how very much above and beyond MOST teachers, aides, directors, etc go.
Bill attended a Village Board meeting last week where the budget was voted on. Public Works got cut AGAIN and so did Fire and Police this time. All 3 Union reps were up Roger's butt explaining to the public how Roger has been lying about the Unions. The really crazy thing is - NO management cuts - AGAIN. So seriously, there's like 14 guys running 9. Does that make sense???? Wouldn't it be common sense that after the last cuts which were ALL blue collar - couldn't you cut down on management? I mean the population of Bolingbrook is not going down much - so you're going to need more blue collars to cover the last cut and now you do it again - when it's said and done will the Foreman run ANYONE? Or just sit in their office?
The real kicker was that *just* after the Public Works people were notified that they lost their jobs - Roger hired the contractors (landscape, etc) back. That's just sad. I guess I'm surprised that there are really those people out there - that their only motivation is greed. I really am green sometimes.
Bill and I have become coaches of Jack's Little League team. It happened something like this: Lisa (board member) called Bill to see if he'd be head coach - Bill said no because he doesn't get off till 5:30 and games start by then but that he would be assistant. Ok. The "Head" coach calls Bill and tells him he can't make the coaches meeting where they draft the kids. Ok, Bill goes. Then Bill finds out that this guy has been to NO coaches meetings and no he can't make practice either. Bill calls Lisa and tells her - he'll be the Head Coach and I will be his assistant. He then comes to me and tells me this. Gotta love that boy. :-/ No, really, it's been a lot of fun. Ok,some parents suck - but the kids are GREAT! We are now
0-5. :-) No, we're not very good. When Jack is one of the BEST players - you know we're in trouble. Don't get me wrong - Jack is ok - he loves to play - but he doesn't love to practice and he's always goofing off.
We have 3 little guys that are the same size, same color of hair, same build and at one point I asked one if I could call him Sal instead of Salvador and he replied "No, um... I'm Andy". :-) We also have another pair that look a lot a like (esp in hats and unifor) and they KNOW I have problems telling them apart and they PLAY me!!!! Saying "No, I'm not Brenden" when in fact, he is! :-)
But like I said - we - the coaches are having a ball. Don't know about the kids.
:-)
Brother-in-law has been in and out of the hosp again and again. The usual - UTI. They have *finally* put a stint in his arm so they can administer the antibiotic at the Nursing Home. I know Aunt Jill was happy to have that done. Trips to the ER in the middle of the night are NOT fun.
My Dad has taken emense joy in teasing the heck out of me about coaching. Asked if I wanted Swisegood's number. If I would make the papers for Winningest Coach. I really would LOVE to see him take Jack for a week and teach him how to pitch - but I'm not sure with Jack's attitude how long he'd last. ;-)
Jack has his spacer in and has done VERY well with it. The gap between his front teeth is getting so big you really could put a couple more teeth in thre but that's what we're working for and then the braces will push the teeth back. Mr Drama hasn't even cried with the teeth thing. Silly boy - if he only knew - he could really get me with this - I'm a real whimp when it comes to the dentist. But no, he takes that cranking 2 times a day like nothing - but a ball just brushes him and he's flopping like a fish. Dennis Rodman. We've even taken to calling him "The Worm". ;-)
The Brick (Sally) is now able to back float with NO floating devices. Ok, so barges move quicker in the Mississsippi - but hey, she's floating!!!!! She just LOVES swimming. When she found out there was no "swim team" in the summer she asked me if she could take swimming lessons. God, I love her. :-)
Jack has taken to getting a baseball game going between our house and Mr Chads. There's not a lot of room there AND he WAS using a league ball. We immedeately went to the store and purchased wiffle balls. My stress level was at tilt. So there's usually 3-9 kids in our yard now. I do like that they're always outside playing.
Mabel has been banished to the garage now, in her cage. She did a lot of chewing and dumpster diving and we scolded and warned so now she's been punished. She doesn't learn. But she's Mabel - what are ya gonna do.
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