No one reads this anyway

or at least that's how it seems. Maybe its because I'm not predictable in my posting like Steve. Or not nearly as entertaining as Maven. oh well. I still stand by the fact that my blog is for me and no one else. So who cares if anyone reads it or not, right?

We had our weekend, sans kids. It was wonderful and blissful and quiet. Filled with WoW and red meat and sleeping in and naughty times. It was fantastic. Even if my children didn't let my parent's sleep. My parents drove my nephew (who was helping) insane. And the bed bugs my mom thought she got rid of ate up my kids. All was good.

Volume, of course, decides to get sick tuesday afternoon and they had their check up Wednesday afternoon. Turns out his "cold and fever" is an ear infection. On the pink stuff and off school till Monday. Which, coincidentally, is their 4th birthday. No parties here, please. There is no point when the kids avoid the party that is for them and hate to open gifts. *sigh* maybe someday huh?

On a good note, CITE called me last night and they are due a home visit in about a month to help teach me to potty train and other things. Lets hope this helps the insanity that will be this summer. We also have a fun with food class were signed up to do. :)

That's about it for now. No music except kids music of late, so no song today either.

CrabBall Hamitizers

So it's our 10/13 year anniversary today. married 10 years and together 13. Nice that we made it easy on us and had it on the same day, huh? We only had to get married on a Wednesday to do it. But we are self sacrificing that way. *grins* We go by the TRADITIONAL wedding gifts, not the modern ones. http://www.weddingtips.com/annv.html The modern ones are so...useful. I mean, who wants a useful anniversary gift.

Lets see, the past 10 years of gifts I have got or gotten. First: paper. We wrote each other things. I gave him some poem and I got a top ten reasons why he loved me (my boobs being on there twice, of course). Second: Cotton. That year it was Disney wear all the way. Third: Leather. No, not what you think, we exchanged wallets and jackets. Fourth: Fruit/Flowers. We went to the melting pot and had fruit with desert and flowers on the table. Fifth: Wood. I love my dinning room table! Sixth: Candy/Iron. Who combines these? Its so odd! I think we did Chocolates. Seventh: Wool/Copper. I got a copper Dragon nightlight and wool roses (I collect weird roses). I got him wool lined slippers. Eighth: Bronze/Pottery. You know, I can't for the life of me remember what we did here. LOL. Ninth: Pottery/Willow. I got dishes and he got Sushi plates.

As for tenth, its Tin/Aluminum. We joked about getting one another a 12 pack. I'd tell you what I got him, but for some unknown reason, he reads my blog sometimes *grins* so you'll have to wait until after tonight. Next year is steel...any idea's folks? I'm thinking steel weapons! A guy can't have too many sharp objects....

As for my title? I guess I should get around to that, huh? My in-laws (or as I like to refer to them, my out-laws) finally made it here this weekend. My step-mother-in-law (yes, I also have a regular mother in law too...poor me) always brings various items from her fridge when she comes. I guess she's afraid they will go bad, or I won't have anything good to eat in my house. Or maybe the grocery stores near us will have all closed or something. I'm not sure.

But I digress....

This time, she brought her normal bread and lettuce (she doesn't seem to like my bread) and various fruits and some Amish eggs, of course. But the three meats she brought, which normally isn't this varied, were Ham, Meatballs and imitation Crab. The Master and I were discussing this on the way home from the play we went to see Saturday night. How could we combine these three items to make something we could eat. I mean, there are only 2 lunches and 3 dinners in a weekend. We almost always eat pizza for one dinner, so we only have 4 meals to get these 3 great meats into. Thats when we thought of the CrabBall Hamitizer.

Now before you run screaming, know that we didn't actually try this. SMIL wouldn't let us waste the crab. You take the meatball, smear the crab meat all over it and wrap it up in a slice of ham. To top it off, you stick one of those little toothpick swords in it. It has to be a sword, because were gaming geeks. His folks didn't find this idea as hysterical as we had. but it entertained us all the way home. I think we may go global with our new appetizer! What do you think? I thought so!

Current Mood: Silly
Current Song: Down Together - The Refreshments

Then you really might know what its like...

In today's Center-Centric society, the term "walk a mile in someones shoes" is lost on most people. No, it does not mean you steal my shoes and actually walk a mile in them. It means more that you should try and put yourself in that persons place by thinking about it and trying to understand more of where they are coming from. We all judge. We all make judgements of others. Face it, the human race is one judgemental beast. It doesn't mean we shouldn't try and see things from other peoples perspective.

Why? Because it may help you. Take for instance the person who cuts you off and then honks at you on the freeway. Maybe their wife is having a baby. Maybe they had a really bad day and feel the need to take it out on you. It doesn't mean it gives them a right to do that and that you shouldn't be mad. BUT...before you judge that woman who picks up her kid by the arm and pulls him to her grocery cart.....THINK. STOP....walk a mile in their shoes.

Being a parent of Autistic, non-verbal 4 year old boys I can safely say I am judged quite frequently in public. Yes, they are adorable...and yes they are loud. NO they don't listen and they have to use sippy cups and are still in diapers. As Steve Novak would say, "Don't you judge me...don't you dare judge me." ;) But its a human habit. You see them sit in their van while their kids play on the playground and think "what a horrid mom" but...that could be her ONLY break time. And she has hit her limit and needs to separate herself, even if only by a pane of glass.

My point to my ramble and why you got too blogs today is to take a step back, take a deep breath and try...try...try to fight human nature to be judgemental and INSTEAD, walk a mile in their shoes. That woman pulling two toddlers by the arms as they scream in the store and looking like shes going to lose it could be me...and then you'd say "oh, but they are autistic" because you "know" me. Take as much consideration when your friend doesn't call, or your mom forgets your birthday and know they may not mean it the way you think.

One thing I have found that is true and always true with age. The older we are, the less we know. Think on it a while and it'll come to you. I know it will.

Walk a mile in their shoes. Then you really might know what its like...

Current mood: Deep
Current Song: Everlast "What its like"

My relationship with Spring....and MOOSE!

So I have a love/hate relationship with spring. This relationship did not begin at an early age. in my younger years, I could care less about spring except for the fact that summer came after that and with summer came summer vacation. Spring was just another season for Easter and St. Patricks day to fall into. My love of spring began around the same time as my hate. I was diagnosed with Diabetes and my circulation got horrid. so spring meant it was getting warmer. We also got a dog. Kia is her name (and she came with the name) and shes part black lab, part golden retriever. Think of a smaller black Golden. She is the main reason I HATE spring. She loves to run and play with the other dogs along the fence line. Which is all well and good when the ground is summer baked or winter frozen or covered in fall leaves. In the spring, it turns into MUD DOG. Mud Dog then tracks it through my entire house! I spend my days wiping paws and floors and everything I can think of that she touches with those muddy paws. It drives me INSANE (though its not a long trip). So take your spring, I'll take any of the other 3 months EASY.

Moose. I promised a story from my childhood and here it is. My sister, Faerie, is 4.5 years older than me. She loved to torture me any opportunity she could get. I love to get back at her when I could as well. I was heading to a friends house for a few days. Her name was Stefanie (spelled with the F) and she had 2 older brothers. One of whom I had a huge crush on and later ended up dating. *sigh* he was dreamy. but I digress....

We all know how I adore the Violent Femmes. Well, Justin (yes, of WoJo) had recently given me Hallowed Ground tape (yes, this was before CD's...I'm old). I grabbed it to take it with me to Stefanies house to impress her brother with my cool music taste. (like it really worked...no it was the boobs that impressed him) Faerie decides that SHE wants the tape and starts to chase me around the house for it. We lived in a 2 bedroom apartment at the time and she got near the little kitchen and grabbed a steak knife and starts going after me.

Yes....a steak knife. Scary huh? Stef sure thought so, her with 2 older brothers.

So she's running after me with a steak knife and I hit the hallway. Bathroom or my moms room are my only choices. Its that or the crazy bitch with the steak knife. ALL this over a Violent Femmes tape that isn't even hers! I chose poorly and picked my mom's room, forgetting that her door doesn't lock. I press myself (smaller than her at the time, now I'm 3 inches taller) against the door and try to hold her out of the room.

She gets one arm in the crack of the door. At this time, she abandons the knife and starts trying to grab anything on the dresser that she can hit me with. She gets a hold of a bottle of Mouse. You know, the stuff you put in your hair? She starts thwapping me in the head with it, repeatedly. I wait a sec and let go of the door, she falls into the room and I bound over her and out the front door, Stefanie right behind me. I had forgotten my overnight bag. Good thing Stef's brother had some extra clothes *grins*.

So I end up at Stefs for a week to let my sister calm down. WITH the Violent Femmes tape (hooray for me) and a HUGE knot on my forehead. Everyone would ask me what happened and I would say "I got hit by a moose".

ok, it seems funny to me. You don't have to laugh, its fine. As far as my sister is concerned I'm not even a part of my family. They found me in the trash on their way to church.

Its a wonder I turned out as cool as I did!

Current Mood: Content and Calm
Current Music: Hallowed Ground Album by the Volient Femmes (yes, I still have the tape)

Friday Monday

There's a little bit of water at the very bottom of the well. Playing buffy last night helped it rise a little higher, as well as getting to play a half ogre and a wyrmling copper dragon on Wednesday at the same time *grins*. The little things that make a difference in my life. Tired kids being cuddly kids last night also helped. Volume wanting to play kissyface most of the day ALWAYS helps. It doesn't replace the need of water in the well, just helps keep it from being empty.

Nothing is new, things are the same as they ever were ("same as it ever was" for those 80's fans) and so I'm not even sure WHY I'm blogging. I think so that my last negative blog isn't the last thing everyone sees. Or the first if you read in reverse.

I have a summer program/camp fair tomorrow at a local mall. Going to see if I can find some summer thing for the boys that doesn't involve massive amounts of money on our part. Although, we did find out that ARC pays for camp. Now I have to call and find out if there are particular camps or we can choose. Lets hope I can reach someone today. :)

I was going to go into an amusing antidote from my childhood today, but then all chaos broke loose here and I don't have the time ;)

The Well's Run DRY

I think The Master and I have hit Empty. The gas tank is on E. The well has run dry. The reservoir and the main tank are EMPTY. We spent the weekend taking care of Volume, who has a cold, is getting his 4 year molars and has been constipated the last 4 days (yes, we have a 2pm appointment today). He's been a joy. Trouble, who has been less troublesome in comparison, is still his busy, active self. We sort of looked at one another last night and we knew we had hit bottom. At least for that day.

No matter what the day was like before, I seem to get a little back after a good nights sleep. I seem to be running on fumes today, but at least its better than nothing. I'm not one to whine or complain, but 2 ASD almost-4 year olds are a handful normally. Our overflowing wealth of babysitters (note the sarcasm) seems to have run pretty dry of late. It just seems we don't get much of a rest...together. We're both the type to take now and then breaks apart, but together rarely happens these days. Or it's an "after the kids go to bed" outing or a "2 hour dinner while the 14 year old watches them". I know its more than some parents get, but I think our need is greater. But I whine enough. We'll get what we get. No more no less.

On an up note, our "social activity" of World of Warcraft (WoW), we made 40 last night, which means we got to get mounts. Riding is a TON faster than walking. We were all excited. A few guild mates who were level 70 and bored ran us though an instance so we made mad cash, ton of XP and got a few quests rapped up. It was a fantastic WoW night, and I think we needed that.

Well, I'm off to get Volume ready for the doc and Trouble off the bus....somewhere in there can I clean my house too? *laughs and shakes her head at herself*

Mood: *sigh*
Song: Country Death Song by the Violent Femmes