tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47274979863689900852024-03-13T04:29:24.975-07:00I'd Rather Be SleepingRiley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-9713039031899574822012-09-22T19:07:00.002-07:002012-09-22T19:07:31.957-07:00I Freaking LOVE Kitties!!!I am a cat person. Anyone who knows me is saying "DUH Robin!!" Cats just make me happy. Cats are awesome. I am taking this time to honor my kitties with this disgustingly adorable photo montage of my babies doing what they do best! <br />
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First, playing.....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gonna get'cha!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boxes are great kitty toys!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Syd loves to help cook.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, I don't even need to tell you about the fun in this pic!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Apparently cats like to clean as well as play!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And they also do laundry.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My cats help with the gardening.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Empty bags are a great source of entertainment!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As are all sizes of boxes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can spend your money on those funky cat toys if you want.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spiders on the ceiling make for some cheap thrills...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">as do shoes and....</td></tr>
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Now, sleeping....</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stormy used to love to sleep in the sink. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boxes are great for napping.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas trees are a favorite sleeping spot for our kitties!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*sigh*</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These guys never fail to entertain, even when sleeping!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SQUEEEEE!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AWWWW!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">yoga nap!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I really don't know what to make of this.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Butt pillow</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OMG! Look at those little paws!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this! He looks like a sleeping drunk!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He starts to ooze when he gets too warm!</td></tr>
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I was born too late. I missed out on some really cool stuff just by being too old. I totally missed the goth thing! I would've loved goth. I would've looked like crap but I do love black. I never got my nose pierced or got a tattoo. The only things I can really buy at Hot Topic are t-shirts (I love that store!). I never dyed my hair blue (or green or pink). Know what I DID get to do? I survived the 70's. I was around for disco and lived to talk about it. I used layers of shiny blue eye shadow. My hair had "wings" and "feathers". I had a shiny blue satin jacket, and I wore it roller skating! My friends and I disco-danced to the flashing lights on our Christmas tree! I kept a transistor radio under my pillow in case my favorite songs came on. I had a friend with an 8 track tape player. I am OLD! But inside I am still around 17. How does one function like that? I look in the mirror and think "Who the hell is that old lady looking at me???" When I go shopping, I don't know where to look for clothes...the petite department has old lady clothes! The other clothes make me look like I'm pretending to be younger than I am. Mini skirts are out of the question...veiny legs! YUCK!<br />
The one thing I do that might be grasping at youth is I have my hair long. I sometimes wear it in braids. Is that stupid? Braids are cool because I can wash my hair, braid it, and sleep on it. Then I don't have to do anything with it the next day! And the day after, I have curly hair! <br />
I don't really like getting older. Maybe because I don't feel like I'm going to be 48. Is it too late to get my nose pierced, or dye a blue streak through my hair?Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-68620956166647949872012-05-11T19:39:00.003-07:002012-05-11T19:44:30.218-07:00Blog...what a funny word!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ah, bloggage. To type something that you think everyone in the world will be interested in, but in fact you, the writer, are really the only one. BUT what is the sense in writing something down if no one is going to read it?? I've tried and tried to keep a diary in the past, but I always got bored. First of all, I have no life to write about...YAWN! Secondly, I just don't get writing stuff down that only I am going to read. Blogging, as opposed to diary-writing, goes out into the ether...floating about for just any random person to read. If you happen to read it, that's awesome. If you LIKED it after you read it, even better! If you didn't, I don't really care...at least someone read it! I don't know if other people do this...I kind of hope so, otherwise there is something wrong with me...I have a little mental blog going on in my head most of the time. Things I think are interesting or funny that happen during the day. Working in a kindergarten class can make for some eventful days! But even on my way home, or out to eat, I have my inner-blog going. Take today on my way home. Friday afternoon. I'm driving through town to go pick up my spoiled rotten dog (she goes to her friend's house each day while I am at work). Parked in the middle of my lane is a tractor-trailer unloading stuff for some random rinky-dink store. Parked. In the middle of the road. ON A FREAKING FRIDAY AFTERNOON!!! It took me a good 10 minutes to get around it because of course none of the guys standing around could be bothered to direct traffic around it. So I finally get around it and I turn down one of my back road short cuts. As I turn onto the street an idiot kid (about 17-18 years old) skateboards right in front of my car! He jumps off the skateboard, apologizing like a crazy person while his skateboard goes rolling under my van and wedges itself under my tire. Meanwhile there are cars behind me trying to take the same short cut as I did. Idiot boy is still apologizing and I'm like "Get your damn skateboard and get out of my way!" He has to crawl under my van to get the stupid thing "I'm so sorry Ma'am! I'm really sorry Ma'am" I finally am on my way. Rolling along. I get to a traffic light. There are a fair amount of cars waiting. The light turns green, 2 cars roll through and the light changes to red. 2 cars! By this time I am banging my head against the steering wheel. It's about then when I start a mental blog in my head. It's not the typical ride home, even for a Friday (more like a Monday). Someone might find this amusing. Add some of my trademark cynicism and BINGO! We have bloggage! *sigh* My work here is done. :o)Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-10981844775138210232012-05-11T18:36:00.003-07:002012-05-11T18:36:44.426-07:00All I wanted to do was write!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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WOW!! I haven't been on here in quite a while and Google went and changed everything! What a pain in the butt!! I had to reset my password and figure out what email address I used! I have gmail, which I assume is google...right? So according to google, to use this blog site I can't use a gmail address as my main address! WTF??? Does that even make sense? And they went and made it all complicated. I just spent the last 20 minutes just trying to find the icon to type!! JEEZ Google....let's simplify, okay? Not everyone is a computer whiz! I don't even remember what I wanted to write about now! OH MY GOODNESS! I just wanted to write!Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-52220239878875826402011-08-25T19:53:00.000-07:002011-08-25T19:53:24.706-07:00Seasonally Challanged<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4S9GD91S2zk/TlcKS57wPqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4tltRSjMWqs/s1600/4+seasons+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4S9GD91S2zk/TlcKS57wPqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4tltRSjMWqs/s400/4+seasons+tree.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I've finally figured out that I am never happy. When it's winter, I want summer, when it's summer I want fall. Basically I think I would like to alternate between autumn and spring year round, except for a nice heavy snowfall around the 2nd week in December that will last until Dec. 26. Summer is great for only one reason...I don't have to work. The heat, the humidity, the mosquitoes and gnats...no thank you!! I sweat like a pig, my hair looks like a shrub, and I just do not look good in shorts! Then we have winter...day after day of bone-aching cold, grey skies, frozen feet, layers upon layers of clothing. Bleh! Not to mention Seasonal Affective Disorder! I like Spring...lots of bright colors, the whole world smells green, I can actually put my arms down all the way from not having to wear 16 shirts under my bulky winter coat! And Fall is awesome! All those beautiful leaves falling, a bit of crispness in the air, smells of fires in fireplaces. Pumpkins! Is there a place on Earth where it is spring and fall all year long? If so, that's where I am going!Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-69987873837815870452011-07-24T18:03:00.000-07:002011-07-24T18:03:32.183-07:00The Great Bug Hunt!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZWrwpzw1D0/Tiy_jlUb9uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PejN5-oPD08/s1600/bugs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZWrwpzw1D0/Tiy_jlUb9uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PejN5-oPD08/s200/bugs.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I am not a fan of insects. Mosquitoes, gnats, spiders (yes...not an insect but in my world they fall into the same annoying creepy category)...anything that has more than 4 legs is just wrong. There are few exceptions. Ladybugs are just cute, darnit! And I do appreciate praying mantises even though they scare the crap out of me. But for the most part i just don't like bugs. SO, when I was planning my gardens in the spring I decided not to plant milkweed because last year I spent the whole summer killing aphids. I tried to let the ladybugs do their best, but there were too many aphids and I finally had to use insecticidal soap, which the ladybugs and their children didn't appreciate. This year I was all happy, thinking "No nasty bug hunting! Yay!" Then I noticed my butterfly bushes were looking funky...the leaves all mutant-looking and the flowers all stunted. I couldn't figure out what was going on. THEN...I saw it. At first I didn't know what it was. I thought maybe it was a tick. Then I saw another...and another...and another! All different sizes! When I saw an adult I knew what I was dealing with...STINKBUGS!!!!!! Apparently stinkbugs just love butterfly bushes. WHO KNEW!! Now instead of my daily excursions into the backyard to kill aphids, I am hunting stinkbugs. Ick! I put on my "toxic hat" (I call it that because it has been sprayed with Deep Woods Off so many times I think if you touched it without gloves your fingers would turn black and fall off), fill up my trusty spray bottle with soapy water and go bug hunting. Stinkbugs are sneaky...they see you coming and they hide. You really do have to HUNT for them. It kind of sucks that my life has come down to this...spraying stinkbugs, sometimes 3 times a day! I could spray every one I see, come back in 10 minutes and there would be a whole new crop of them!!! Again I say ICK!! 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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7_4Sl4eHUM/Tiy_yEfpAmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Kzc_FR4ufCk/s1600/stinkbug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7_4Sl4eHUM/Tiy_yEfpAmI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Kzc_FR4ufCk/s320/stinkbug.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-17185141902928770602011-03-15T15:57:00.000-07:002011-03-15T15:57:09.768-07:00Sadness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fjhUwy-Wgjg/TX_ungjIRXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iiOm4D5XGpo/s1600/earth-day-723039.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fjhUwy-Wgjg/TX_ungjIRXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iiOm4D5XGpo/s320/earth-day-723039.gif" width="320" /></a></div>I am sad. Everything that is happening in the world is making me so sad. Is there anything good happening anywhere? I feel like there is a tsunami hanging over my head. I want to help but don't know how. It's not just the awful things that have happened and still are happening in Japan. It's everything. What I really need to do is stop watching the news...teenage gangs beating up innocent people at Metro stations, women being raped and killed, people starving in the streets, crooked politicians EVERYWHERE! I guess they don't show good news on TV because there isn't any. *sigh*Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-65260545358221036822011-02-04T16:43:00.000-08:002011-02-04T16:43:23.541-08:00Born To Run? Not so much.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TUydDNR6_2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/aYN_nkNExwc/s1600/jogging.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TUydDNR6_2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/aYN_nkNExwc/s200/jogging.gif" width="103" /></a></div>Some are born to run (and not in a Bruce Springsteen sort of way. I mean the jogging type). Some are born to sit on the couch, wrapped up in a cozy blanket with a tray full of snacks and a stack of movies next to them. That would be me. I can see people run by my house from my front window. I give them a mental high-5. You go! Just leave me out of it!<br />
<div>I work with some young, pretty, energetic teachers who get together and run after school. There are days when I think "I could do that!" and then reality hits me (usually in the lower back or the knees) and says "Yeah, RIGHT!!". Maybe I could drive next to them and chat, but I'm a distracted driver. I'd probably end up running them over. I do envy my co-workers. They run to stay fit, to be able to eat what they want, to challenge themselves. I admire their strength and endurance. I just don't have the energy or the stamina for it. As they get ready to go for their run, I'm doing my best to get the heck out of the building and get home to my couch! We use to have a teacher who was a marathon runner...BIG time serious physical fitness person. She moved like there was no effort involved at all. I heard of a Cherry Blossom race that she ran with some other teachers, only she ran it while taking pictures, running backwards, and about 7 months pregnant. Wow!</div><div>My act of kindness to all runners everywhere is that I will stay home and out of your way. You go run. Whether it be 19 degrees and icy or 108 in the shade, I will tip my hat to you. I don't understand you at all, but damn it....YOU GO!!! :o)</div><div></div>Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-84694621983463529782011-02-02T17:03:00.000-08:002011-02-02T17:03:14.471-08:00Kindergarten IS important!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TUn-ocU7owI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mUI-EzicL_g/s1600/FINAL+Kindergarten+logo+2006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TUn-ocU7owI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mUI-EzicL_g/s320/FINAL+Kindergarten+logo+2006.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I've been thinking about the importance of kindergarten. There are a lot of people out there who think "Why bother? All they do is play?" Ok...here's the thing...these kids are ONLY 5 AND 6 YEARS OLD. They have only been alive for that long. In that short amount of time think of all they have had to learn! Rolling over, sitting up, crawling, standing, walking, running, using the toilet, feeding themselves, getting dressed, talking! They are learning all the time! Then kindergarten comes...BIG school...."But all they do is play". NOT true! They are learning how to write, starting to read, learning to cooperate and make friends. They are learning how to take turns, raise their hands when they want to say something, sit in a chair to do their work. They are learning how to tie shoes, zip coats, button buttons. They are learning that not everyone is going to be nice, and that saying sorry doesn't always make it better. They DO play a bit...and they learn to work together to make that awesome castle out of blocks, or how to fold the paper to make the perfect snowflake. When they DO play they are using their imaginations...something that most kids don't know how to do anymore. In kindergarten they learn how to handle disappointment, how to comfort a friend who is sad, how to make up when they have hurt someone's feelings. I'm sorry, but to me these seem like important life skills. Aren't these things that everyone needs to know? And the sooner the better? Sticking a kid into first grade before they are mentally and physically mature enough to be with kids a year older than they are is a MISTAKE! Parents need to stop pushing their kids! Maybe their child IS reading and writing. That's awesome! But how are they in social situations? Do they burst into tears every time they don't get their way? Why can't parents just let their kids be kids while they are young? Do they push for the kid, or do they push for themselves? I have found that most of the time the parent of the "child who is not challenged enough" is usually the parent who is spoon feeding the kid at lunch time in the cafeteria. Kindergarten is for those all-important basic life skills. Everyone needs them. Maybe there should be refresher courses for adults.Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-77684379369590965952011-01-12T17:40:00.000-08:002011-01-12T17:40:04.313-08:00Remember When...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TS5XxDm_cSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NIb2pBq6fWo/s1600/ice+cream+cloud.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TS5XxDm_cSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NIb2pBq6fWo/s200/ice+cream+cloud.gif" width="165" /></a></div>Do you remember when you were a kid and you actually played with toys. These days I think most of the toys play by themselves and the kids just watch. They whistle and beep and light up and move and talk and flash and pee, poop and throw up all by themselves. Just add batteries. I remember the smell of a box of brand new crayons. The really big one with the sharpener on the back! Awesome! And puzzles! We'd go to the beach and just have a puzzle going all the time. You could walk by on your way out, pop in a piece and be on your way, happy and satisfied that you had done your part.<br />
Remember being bored? Maybe your best friend wasn't home, or it was raining out, and you just thought you were gonna DIE from boredom. You always found something to do eventually. Maybe not what you wanted to do, but I never heard of anyone really dying from being bored. My mom would always say "Are you bored? I can find something for you to do" which meant either vacuuming, dusting, cleaning your room, folding laundry, washing the dishes, mowing the lawn or any other not-fun things that involved some sort of work. I'd shut myself in my room. You must be busy if you are shut in your room. Maybe doing homework....HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! No, I'd be going through my book shelves or my closet, or I'd rearrange my bedroom furniture. Or I'd draw. NEVER homework. You just don't do that when you are bored.<br />
I remember when we were really young, when we'd get something like a new refrigerator...some sort of large appliance. We (the kids) would get the box. It was always HUGE!!! We would play with that box for hours until it fell apart. Now THAT was fun!<br />
I also remember me and my friend Pam packing a lunch (bologna and mustard sandwich and chips) and going up on the hill to eat. We lived in up state NY and "up on the hill" was probably some one's enormous backyard. They never knew we were there. If they did they never said anything. We'd eat apples right off the apple trees. I don't think kids are allowed to do much of that kind of wandering anymore. That's sad.<br />
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I was just taking a short stroll down memory lane. Thanks for coming with me!Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-20917544313257191792011-01-11T16:13:00.000-08:002011-01-11T16:28:33.268-08:00When will it be springOk...Sing this to the tune of When Will I be Loved by Linda Ronstat (yes...it's an old tune)<br />
And feel free to add your own verse. I only came up with a couple.<br />
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When Will It be Spring?<br />
<br />
I am freezing,<br />
And I'm sneezing.<br />
When will it be spring?<br />
<br />
I'm all bundled up,<br />
And I'm fed up.<br />
When will it be spring?<br />
<br />
When I wake in the morning,<br />
and it's 15 degrees,<br />
It almost breaks<br />
my heart in two.<br />
I'm missing my bees!! (Lame, I know, but it rhymes with degrees)<br />
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My lips are blue,<br />
And my toes too!<br />
When will it be spring????<br />
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...and that's all I have. SOOO please add more! :o)Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-59703321980428748332011-01-09T16:55:00.000-08:002011-01-09T16:55:22.680-08:00The world is a scary placeWhat has happened to human beings?? How did we become so cruel and angry and mean and spiteful? A woman is laying in a hospital with a gunshot wound to her head. A 9 year old girl is dead. Crazy people are picketing funerals of the soldiers who died protecting the freedoms of the crazy people. You can't drive down the road without worrying some road-raging nut is going to shoot you on your way to or from work. All I can say is WTF??? It seems like over the past few years life has gotten quite a bit more frightening. All you hear about on the news are horror stories about the way we treat each other. Bombings, fires, shootings, stabbings, abductions, rapes...it just goes on and on and on. What happened? I know there have always been wars, and there have always been crazy people, but doesn't it feel like things are spiraling out of control? People being shot execution style on the side of the road. Children watching TV in their houses being killed by bullets coming through the windows. You hear more and more about minors committing horrendous crimes. Everyone owns a gun. Why is that? They say it's to protect themselves. Hmmm....maybe if NO ONE except the police had guns, we wouldn't HAVE to protect ourselves so intensely. My opinion, and it doesn't matter to anyone but me, is that our freedoms are out of control. So-and-so wants to be able to stand on a street corner and talk about how he loves the devil. He can because it's freedom of speech. Crazy church people can picket funerals because it's freedom of speech. The right to bear arms tells us that any whacked out drug dealer or pimp can own a handgun legally as long as it's registered. And clarify this for me...outside of a war zone, why do we need automatic weapons??? We are majorly messed up, people. Sure, there are good people out there. But they are starting to be outnumbered by those who don't really care about life, their fellow man, or anything else except for themselves. It makes me so sad. It makes me ashamed of what we've become. And it makes me wish for simpler times when there were rules and laws and when you did something wrong you were punished for it.<br />
To those of you who are the crazy-funeral-picketting-church-people...I hope there is a special place in Hell for you.Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-27012481998668500672011-01-04T17:51:00.000-08:002011-01-04T17:51:12.127-08:00A day in the life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TSPOR1vFSgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tv88jdnJFrI/s1600/dragonball-z-f34d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TSPOR1vFSgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tv88jdnJFrI/s200/dragonball-z-f34d.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Actually it's more along the lines of about 2 hours. THIS is what I go through just about each and every day now, and may I just say...DON'T ever give your kid a game that he can only play on YOUR Wii!! So here it is. I get home and Danny wants to play his DBZ Wii game. I told him he has to wait for me to get home because I don't want him breaking MY Wii. He's waiting for me at the front door, controllers in his hands. "How do you turn it on?!" All I can think of is I need to pee. I get him set up, ask if he's good, then go about taking off my coat. "Mom, watch me!" *sigh* So I bring in some pictures that need sorting and I sit there and watch him get the crap beat out of him by another character. After a while I get up to get a drink. "MOM! Aren't you going to watch me?!?" "Danny, I'll be there in a minute!" I sit and watch for another 10 minutes, then tell him I'm going to take a shower. "Are you good? Do you need help with anything before I go?" "Nope" Great! So I start running the water for the shower when I hear "MOM!" I come rushing out of the bathroom to hear "Watch this!" JEEEEEEZ!!!!! "No Danny. I'm going to take a shower. You're on your own for a bit". I'm in the shower, shampoo on my head when >knock knock< and the door busts open (this is pretty typical. He knows he HAS to knock, but we're still working on waiting for an answer before opening the door). "Mom! Come see this!" "......Danny, did you notice that I am in the shower?" "You need to see this Mom! It's cool!" "It'll still be just as cool in about 5 minutes" "MOM, I want you to see this!" "Danny! I'm in the freaking shower!! It'll have to wait!" SLAM goes the bathroom door. 2 minutes later >knock knock< "Mom can you come see now?" "No! I'll be out when I'm out" About 3 minutes later I turn off the water. Not 2 seconds go by before >THUD< (we've moved beyond mere knocking) "Can you come see now?" "Danny, I am standing here soaking wet. Give me 5 minutes!" I grab a towel and I hear from the living room "I'm waiting for you!". Oh my gosh!!!! I'm going to have to kill him. I dry off, get my pj's on and still with a towel on my head, go into the living room. What he needed me to see was him getting the crap beat out of him by a different character. Fascinating. I watch this for about 5 minutes and very casually get up to go dry my hair. "Mom, you're gonna miss it!" "Miss what??? You're getting beat to hell! Is that what you want me to see??" "No Mom! I'm gonna win and you'll miss it!" ARRRGGG!!! I sit for a few more minutes, the just get up and walk away. My hair by now is a frizzy mess and I'm freezing and grumpy. FINALLY Jim comes home. Just in time...Danny turns the game off and goes in the basement! Talk about good timing!! Later on Dan comes up and says "Mom I'm getting good at that game right?" "Yes Danny. You are getting fantastic at that game." "Can I play again tomorrow?"<br />
*sigh*Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-85088275328091228212010-12-23T09:04:00.000-08:002010-12-23T09:04:34.579-08:00To all of the new parents out there<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TROA555fa-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/-_7VLn8GSKY/s1600/DSC_0584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TROA555fa-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/-_7VLn8GSKY/s320/DSC_0584.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TRN-yuKhOPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Q6j5k-z8Dgo/s1600/DSC_0580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TRN-yuKhOPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Q6j5k-z8Dgo/s320/DSC_0580.JPG" width="212" /></a>I know quite a few people who have recently had babies. I would like to give you a gift. The gift of my experience as a mom, teacher and observer. I have been working with young children from infants up to 3rd grade for most of my life, and I graduated from the college of experience. If you do the same thing for years and years, you pick up a few things along the way.<br />
My first gift....the gift of a mess. Children learn through "doing". Let them. Give them crayons and markers and paint and play dough. Put news paper or an old shower curtain down if you are worried about the mess, but please let them make it. I have been totally amazed by the number of kids who go to school and have never used a marker or paint because "Mom doesn't want a mess". How sad!!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TRN-aeJUrhI/AAAAAAAAADw/PGqoJ3UR4rc/s1600/DSC_0582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TRN-aeJUrhI/AAAAAAAAADw/PGqoJ3UR4rc/s320/DSC_0582.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Next I give you the gift of noise. Yes, noise. It's awful and gets on your nerves like nothing else, but let them be noisy every now and then. Give them toy instruments to play, drums or pots to bang on. Let them sing at the top of their lungs (this gets REALLY old when they are in their 20's!! Trust me on this one). Let them go outside and scream for no reason at all. Most kids keep a lot of energy bottled up and it has to come out or they will explode. The think of THAT mess you will have to clean up!<br />
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Speaking of cleaning up, let them clean up their mess. Little brooms and dust pans, clean sponges...little kids love this stuff! Fill the sink up with water and bubbles and let them wash their lunch dishes (that shower curtain on the floor will come in VERY handy now). Let them mop up the water on the floor afterwards. Let them clean while they are little because once they get older and realize it isn't really a fun thing, they won't want to do it any more!<br />
Teach your children how to respect others. Particularly when you are out to dinner for example. Don't sit your kids at a different table and ignore them, thinking that the waitress will baby sit them. They won't. This is something I see all the time and it is just rude! That waitress is not making enough money to be running around taking care of people and baby sitting your kids as well. Teach your children that these waiters and waitresses are working and it is not their job to clean up the salt and pepper your kid has dumped all over the table. Respect. If they do make a horrible mess, have your kids make an attempt at cleaning it up. And have them apologize. To the wait person AND to the customers around you who have had to deal with the chaos you all have created. If you can't tell, this is a MAJOR pet peeve of mine.<br />
Another gift I give to you is boredom. Let you kids mope around and be bored once in a while. They might actually have to use their imagination to come up with something to do. Make them turn off the TV and the video games and entertain themselves every now and again. Boot their butts outside to play. Please do not give your children toys that do everything...beep, drive, speak, walk, spell, color, etc. A few of these are fine, but where does the imagination get used with these? It doesn't. These toys do everything....there isn't anything left for the kid to do but watch. Keep a healthy stock of picture books, coloring books and crayons, blank paper, scissors, glue (yes GLUE!), glitter....things to create with that they can use when they are bored. You might just be surprised what they create!<br />
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Please know that I am FAR from the perfect parent, and my kids is FAR from the perfect kid. Once Danny hit 7 years old, I was out of familiar territory. From then on I had no idea what I was doing. But those early years I actually felt comfortable. These are just suggestions. Don't be afraid....of messes and tantrums, of boredom and back talk. They are all learning experiences for you AND your child.<br />
Enjoy your children when they are young. They really do grow up SO fast. Get in there with them and help them make a mess!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TRN_G1zRMTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fuU200qdFlo/s1600/DSC_0579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TRN_G1zRMTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/fuU200qdFlo/s320/DSC_0579.JPG" width="212" /></a></div>Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-59418963406372994452010-12-12T16:58:00.000-08:002010-12-12T17:12:17.624-08:00What am I missing??<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TQVyyoi0jqI/AAAAAAAAADk/eMwDR_zqGro/s1600/charlie+brown+christmas+thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TQVyyoi0jqI/AAAAAAAAADk/eMwDR_zqGro/s320/charlie+brown+christmas+thumb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I always feel like Charlie Brown during December. Like I'm missing something. For the life of me I can't figure out what it is. I love the lights and the music. I love buying gifts for people just as much as I love getting them! There is something about finding the PERFECT gift for someone and watching them open it! But through the whole month, every year, I feel like I'm missing something just out of my grasp. I've tried going to church, and maybe I've gone to the wrong ones because it didn't help. I've read the whole Jesus part of the bible from conception to death...nope, that wasn't it. I give to charities, I work with kids every day (you'd think some of that excitement would rub off on me). I don't know what I'm not doing right. And instead of making me happy and excited, Christmas just brings me down each year.<br />
If you can help me figure out what I am missing and how to find it, please let me know! Otherwise, just call me the Charlie Browniest.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TQQmYpnRaFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sTPUgZOQIa8/s1600/CIMG3394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TQQmYpnRaFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sTPUgZOQIa8/s320/CIMG3394.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Danny has gone through I don't even know how many of those styrofoam space shuttles you use to be able to buy from craft stores. At one point I stocked up because wings were always getting broken off during their disastrous flights. He has a (very thick) folder of printouts of all the characters. He found a way to shrink them down and glue the faces to tiny little foam astronauts! I thought that was clever! > > > > > > See!! > ><br />
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I remember coming home one day after Jim and I were maybe at the grocery store and finding Danny in the living room, chained (with his plastic link chains) to the Ab Lounger he had brought up from the basement (Man! I wish I had a picture!!). He was acting out crash scenes (as they happened on TV) and he was "strapped in a shuttle seat". Jim and I just looked at each other and burst out laughing! What else can you do when your teenager is thrashing around while chained to an Ab Lounger?<br />
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My all time favorite Armageddon story is when Danny came walking through the living room in slow motion...really! It looked like the 6 Million Dollar Man was strolling through (you young folks won't understand that reference)! I asked him "What are you doing??" He said "I'm walking like an astronaut!". I think Diet Pepsi might have come out of my nose at that point! Jim and I still occasionally walk through the house like astronauts just for fun!<br />
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He keeps trying to change the movie. He complains to me all the time (still) about changes that they should make to the shuttles so that the one doesn't collide with part of the asteroid...force fields, beaming people to the surface....things like that. I told him to write to Bruce Willis and let him know. I have to remind him often that IT IS JUST A MOVIE!!!!! He claims he knows that, but in the next breath he is complaining about something else that they screwed up!<br />
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Our son can quote the WHOLE movie word for word. We had the cover of the DVD scanned onto one of his birthday cakes. THAT made him very happy! He has space bed sheets that he still uses. We haven't seen the movie in a while (thank God!) and we don't bring it up because it could start another marathon. I hear the opening segment and I want to run screaming from the room! I have lost all respect for Bruce Willis and Ben Afleck all because of that movie. I don't care what they have done since. Once you have seen Armageddon over 2,000 times (no exaggeration) you really notice how bad it really is. The acting sucks and the special effects are bad. BUT it has made Danny happy for many years, so it does have ONE good point.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-90536714160353199442010-12-07T18:31:00.000-08:002010-12-07T18:31:02.924-08:00Are my ears bleeding?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TP7tU8FiNOI/AAAAAAAAACo/enzCnT-OQes/s1600/CIMG6137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TP7tU8FiNOI/AAAAAAAAACo/enzCnT-OQes/s320/CIMG6137.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>My lovely son seems to think he is a wonderful singer. He's not. Plain and simple, he sounds....loud. It doesn't help that he sings the most horrible music ever...N*SYNC, Backstreet Boys, New Kids On the Block, O Town. Just awful stuff! He walks around with one ear bud shoved in an ear, singing at the top of his lungs and doing his interpretive dance. Danny is NOT by any means a flexible kid. Since the day he was born he has been as stiff as a board, so when he dances he adapts the moves for what he is able to do. When some one does a backflip, he just jumps...that type of thing. I have no problem with that, except for when things start to fall off the walls from all the jumping. But back to the singing. AWFUL! And he always says "I'm a good singer, right?" to which I usually say "Well, you ARE loud". To which he will say "Yeah, and I'm good too!" I usually get sarcastic and say something like "Danny, my dear, you have the voice of an angel.". He says "Thank you". then he'll shove the other earbud into my ear and make me suffer! I raised the boy on what is now classic rock...Kansas, Queen, Boston, Zepplin...and this is what he ended up with. <br />
Danny claims he will not need to get a job because he will be in a boy band and just be rolling in cash. I tried to explain to him that even those geeks in boy bands had to have a job at first. He doesn't believe me. "They can't have jobs Mom because they have to practice" Duh Mom!<br />
Dan likes to arise from the depths of the basement, where his bedroom and The Bat Cave are and serenade us. Jim will say "That boy has a BIG MOUTH!". Danny will say "I heard that!" and I'll say "I can't hear anything because MY EARS ARE BLEEDING!!!"<br />
I try not to complain (to him) about it too much because I know that if that horrible sound was not there, it would mean he was not there, and, well, that just makes me sad. SO...I'm stuffing cotton in my ears. Who knows, maybe one day I'll learn to like his music. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Yeah, like THAT'S gonna happen!!! :oDRiley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-8276017124972969182010-12-01T18:34:00.001-08:002010-12-01T18:34:00.523-08:00December =December =<br />
pine trees, presents, lights, cookies, laughter, music, family, traditions, ornaments, tinsel, stress, shopping, crowds, peace, hope, giving, singing, wrapping paper, colors, snow (in some places), kitties in Christmas trees, carols, red, green, blue, yellow, silver and gold, reindeer, Santa, Rudolph, Hanukkah, dreidels, menorahs, candles, prayers, stories, photos, friends, cards, happiness, joy, Jesus' birthday, scotch tape and scissors, boxes, travel, staying home, special feelings, the end of an old year, the beginning of a new year, Christmas vacation, projects, excitement.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TPcFUhN1S4I/AAAAAAAAACc/3kNeMNgAZZM/s1600/xmaspic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TPcFUhN1S4I/AAAAAAAAACc/3kNeMNgAZZM/s320/xmaspic.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I love December!Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-3191650350899772482010-11-29T14:20:00.000-08:002010-11-29T14:22:06.882-08:00Happy Holidays??<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TPQnXviwD0I/AAAAAAAAACY/P18m6P7FWDM/s1600/CoexistMeaning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TPQnXviwD0I/AAAAAAAAACY/P18m6P7FWDM/s320/CoexistMeaning.jpg" width="195" /></a></div>First, may I say that if you are reading this...COOL!!!! That make me giggle like a little girl! Thank you for reading, and if I can make you smile, or even just ponder something, I will be a very happy person! Feel free to become a follower and leave comments....like "Why the hell do you use so many exclamation points????" :o)<br />
Today I would like to vent a little. Why is it not ok to publicly put up Christmas decorations but it IS okay to decorate for every other holiday? I work in a school. There is not to be any talk of Christmas, but we discuss Hannukkah, Eid and Kwanza. Now, if I am not mistaken, Hannukkah is a religious holiday. I am NOT in any way bashing anything Jewish. I am part Jewish. What I AM saying is that if we can talk about a holiday that talks about a miracle (and where do miracles come from? I've always heard they come from God, or a higher power), why can't we talk about Christmas? In America, unfortunately Christmas has lost a huge amount of it's religion. It's become a time to glut on cookies, shop until you are bankrupt, and "get stuff". When you ask children about Christmas it's all about "what I'm gonna get". It's a rare event if a child even mentions Jesus. It's all "Santa comes and gives me stuff". So why can't we decorate for it? A Christmas tree is not a symbol of religion to most people. It's there to put "stuff" under and look pretty in the window. I have never read anything in the bible about a big fat man dressed in red that breaks into houses by going down the chimney. I see no problem with people saying Merry Christmas and having Christmas trees or Santas. Face it....that's why we go nuts in December in the first place! It doesn't bother me to see giant menorahs or other religious displays, as long as they are respectful (there use to be a house around here that would put up a display with a toilet being pulled by reindeer. That bothered me a bit). I also very much enjoy seeing a nice display with Mary, Joseph and the baby Jesus. Show me the 3 wise men and I'm even happier! It IS what Christmas is supposed to be about, isn't it? I am all for celebrating holidays from where ever you are from, but do not stop me from enjoying MY holiday either. Please feel free to share your holiday and traditions with me, but let me share mine with you as well. These people who are "offended" by signs of Christmas...get a hobby! Seriously, aren't there more important things to get offended by these days, like terrorism, people burning our country's flag, illegal aliens (don't even get me started on that!)? I am all for coexisting. We really need to learn to get along. <br />
**If I have offended you in ANY way, I sincerely apologize. This is an opinion, that is all.Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-14501296340758380982010-11-27T07:01:00.000-08:002010-11-27T07:01:58.941-08:00The Wonder of the Autistic Child (mostly mine)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TPEdUJJ4WsI/AAAAAAAAABs/iuqgR82eXg8/s1600/DSC_0465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qezhc9LN7dE/TPEdUJJ4WsI/AAAAAAAAABs/iuqgR82eXg8/s320/DSC_0465.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I love autistic kids! I live with one! Actually, Danny isn't officially autistic. He has an "intellectual disability with autistic tendencies"...a fancy way of saying he has mild mental retardation (low IQ) and autism. This year at work I am a kindergarten assistant, but for the past few years I have been a special ed. assistant for grades K through 3. I have worked with some amazing kids with all kinds of disabilities, but I have to say that autistic kids are my favorite. Talk about quirky! And out of the autistic kids, the Asberger's kids are the best! In case you don't know what that is, asberger's is very high functioning autism. They have high IQ's, but their social skill are WAY off. You can actually have a conversation about planets or roman numerals with a 5 year old asbergers kid. It's amazing!<br />
One of the things I really love about autistic kids is that they don't get the concept of lying. I can't speak for all of them, but just the ones I know. In the past I have asked one boy if he actually spit on another child (I knew he did because I saw it). He said "Yes and I'm NOT sorry!!" Love it! Now, my 20 year old kid on the other hand is just learning about this lying thing. "Danny, did you spill red paint on the basement carpet?" Danny: "No" (eyes darting around, the slightest of smirks at the corners of his mouth). Me: "Danny, it looks like an animal was slaughtered in the basement! Tell me the truth" Danny (big grin): "I am telling the truth!" Me: "Dude (yes, I say Dude), I am not going to yell at you. Just tell me the truth because I know it was you. There isn't anyone else here!" Danny: "Yes" Me (slapping myself in the head): "Jeez! Why do you have to make it so difficult??" Danny: "I dunno"<br />
My boy also doesn't tell me about things he should be proud of, like being Student of the Month. I have to find out from his teachers. The kid could find a cure for cancer and he wouldn't tell anyone! I'd get a call from his teacher! Teacher: "Did Danny tell you he cured cancer today? It was very exciting!" Me: "No, he doesn't tell me anything." A later conversation with him would go...Me: "Hey buddy! Did something exciting happen today?" Dan: "No" Me: "C'mon! I got a call from Mr./Mrs. Teacher-this-year! Did you cure cancer today?" Dan: "Yeah." Me: "Dude! That's awesome! You should be telling everyone!" Danny: "No thank you." He is usually very polite about it. <br />
Typically we can't get the kid to talk to us about anything, but lately we can't get him to shut up! I get home from work, craving peace and quiet and Danny comes upstairs and starts talking.....and talking....and talking! He tends to repeat himself about 50,000 times. "Joe is my best friend" Me: "That's great" Dan: "He's like a little brother to me" Me: "Awesome! I'm glad he means so much to you" Dan: "Yeah, he's my best friend" Me: "You said that" Dan: "He's just like a little brother to me" Me: "Yeah, I got that. I'll bet he's your best friend too". He doesn't always get my sarcasm.<br />
Most people brag about their 20 year old sons getting good grades in college, or scoring on their football team, or talk about their son's girlfriend. We get to talk about how, when we go to make sure he is up for school, we can find him snuggled up with his favorite teddy bear, or how he made a giant Power Ranger cut out on poster board. Most 20 year olds have things on the Christmas list like a new car, a trip, a Wii, or clothes. Our kid wants bottles of Tacky Glue and a DVD of Beast Wars 2. I love his simplicity!<br />
All kids are amazing, and everyone's kid is the best to them, but I have to say, we have a very special, special- needs kid. We wouldn't trade him in for all the "normal" kids in the world!!Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4727497986368990085.post-91094963984130282252010-11-26T16:44:00.000-08:002010-11-26T16:44:01.263-08:00Robin, Why a blog?Why a blog from someone who really doesn't do anything, you ask? Well, for one thing I am bored. And for another thing, I have opinions that SOMEONE out there might want to hear. They might not be terribly interesting, but they are to my gift to you. So suck it up. It's a gift! Be grateful!<br />
Why "I'd Rather Be Sleeping" for a title? Well, anyone who knows me wouldn't even have to ask that question. I LOVE to sleep! It's my very most favorite thing to do! Sleeping is the ULTIMATE escape. From the time I wake up in the morning, I look forward to when I will be able to go back to sleep. Some may find that sad, but for me, sleep is the BEST! I had a time a couple years ago when sleep and I had a bit of a rough go of it. I had mono and was miserable, and since I was doing nothing but laying around all day, sleep would not visit me at night. It was a very sad time for me. I thought sleep and I were finished forever. BUT, once I got better sleep came back to me and we have been together ever since. :o)<br />
What on Earth will I, one of the most boring people ever, blog about? In keeping with my upbringing, I have made a list. It's called Topics To Blog About (yeah, I put a lot of thought into that). Ideas flashed through my head at warp speed! Things like "Music And Why Does It Have To Suck So Bad These Days? Why The Hell Does Macy's Have To Ruin A Perfectly Good Parade With All The Stupid Performances?? Thanksgiving: A Good Way To Keep My Dad In Frozen Dinners For Months! And my favorite....How Can You Be Too Busy For Facebook?? I have many other wonderful topics to share with the world, so be sure to stay tuned!Riley10387http://www.blogger.com/profile/08527288486723735012noreply@blogger.com4