I thought I would share a picture of my Thing 2 having a melt down. It doesn't happen very often only when I don't do exactly what he wants. :-)
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Any idea how to remove marker from concrete?
So if anyone every reads this blog I need help. My little artist Thing 1 decided to draw Sponge Bob and Patrick on my neighbors drive way. He used dry eraser marker. How in the world do I get that off of concrete? I really don't think my neighbors like his art. I will be taking a picture before I remove it so I can showcase his work :-) He really did a good job...just bad placement!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
So my sweet little thing 2 (featured above) started to say "personally" here is an example. "Mom, you have a red car but Personally I think you should get a purple van." He has never really voiced a opinion about a lot of things. It is soooo cute!!! He adds personally to everything and I am just loving it. He is such a little sweet heart.
And yes that is a University of Utah t-shirt. Go Utes!! :-)
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
As for Thing one...
I have noticed I have not blogged about Thing one. He is doing great in Kindergarten! He is having a tuff time with getting tested. The teacher tells me he doesn't know the sounds the letters make. But when I test him at home he gets everyone except for the tuff ones. I have decided he is like his mom and doesn't care to do well on test at school. :-)
I remember when I was in Elementary school I was told the SAT's didn't affect my grade (I think that test was called the SAT I really don't remember). So I would never read through them I would just make a design with the little holes you fill in. Well the teachers were always taking my mom to the side and telling her how dumb I was. I never seemed to do well at the SAT's. Maybe the should of told me these test will affect the rest of my school life and I really need to do a good job instead of just filling in the holes randomly :-)
Thing one is a wonderful Artist. He always makes great pictures and fun books. The doctor said he is very artistic. I would love to get him in a private school that focused on Art. To bad I am poor :-(
I just do my best to help him create fun pictures and mold moon sand. Hopefully he will continue his love for Art just like his dad.
I remember when I was in Elementary school I was told the SAT's didn't affect my grade (I think that test was called the SAT I really don't remember). So I would never read through them I would just make a design with the little holes you fill in. Well the teachers were always taking my mom to the side and telling her how dumb I was. I never seemed to do well at the SAT's. Maybe the should of told me these test will affect the rest of my school life and I really need to do a good job instead of just filling in the holes randomly :-)
Thing one is a wonderful Artist. He always makes great pictures and fun books. The doctor said he is very artistic. I would love to get him in a private school that focused on Art. To bad I am poor :-(
I just do my best to help him create fun pictures and mold moon sand. Hopefully he will continue his love for Art just like his dad.
Autism.....
Sometimes my thing two is diagnosed with Autism and sometimes he isn't. The doctor is a little confused I think :-)
Sometimes he qualifies for services through the school system and when he gets caught up he doesn't qualify anymore. Why do you need a label to get the services your child needs? My sweet little Thing just needs a little extra help. He needs a little bit of patience and understanding. Why aren't teachers better trained to handle children on the spectrum of Autism. It is affecting more and more children everyday and I have come to realize that the schools don't care to address this problem. WHY? Autistic children are smart and capable of learning just like other children they just learn differently. No matter how hard you push they will not learn the way you want. They only learn the way they can. You have to be able to judge each child as a unique case and work with their strengths and weakness. But then again all children should be taught that way!! Sometimes I just get so frustrated I hope first grade goes a little better then Kindergarten!!
Sometimes he qualifies for services through the school system and when he gets caught up he doesn't qualify anymore. Why do you need a label to get the services your child needs? My sweet little Thing just needs a little extra help. He needs a little bit of patience and understanding. Why aren't teachers better trained to handle children on the spectrum of Autism. It is affecting more and more children everyday and I have come to realize that the schools don't care to address this problem. WHY? Autistic children are smart and capable of learning just like other children they just learn differently. No matter how hard you push they will not learn the way you want. They only learn the way they can. You have to be able to judge each child as a unique case and work with their strengths and weakness. But then again all children should be taught that way!! Sometimes I just get so frustrated I hope first grade goes a little better then Kindergarten!!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Today is the day..
So I am really trying to lose weight. Not really doing such a a great job at it. I have been exercising like crazy and ended up hurting my knee. So now I really need to focus on eating healthy and not exercising so much. I hate eating healthy, that is the reason I have the weight problem. So today was my first day of really trying to eat healthy. Today went OK I just hope tomorrow goes better. Where is my magic pill? And why doesn't cleaning burn more calories?Blah! I hate fat!!!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Stole this off of Myspace... I really liked it
10 Things About A Cop's Wife!
1......... THE AVERAGE WIFE KISSES HER HUSBAND BYE AND TELLS HIM TO HAVE A GOOD DAY WHEN HE GOES TO WORK.
A COP'S WIFE KISSES HER HUSBAND BYE AND TELLS HIM TO PLEASE BE CAREFUL WHEN HE GOES TO WORK.
2......... THE AVERAGE WIFE THINKS THROUGHOUT THE DAY, WHAT SHE AND HER HUSBAND ARE GOING TO EAT WHEN HE GETS HOME FROM WORK.
A COP'S WIFE SPENDS THE DAY WONDERING IF HER HUSBAND IS GOING TO COME HOME FOR DINNER.
3......... THE AVERAGE WIFE GETS PHONECALLS FROM FRIENDS AND FAMILY THROUGHOUT THE DAY ASKING HER HOW SHE AND HER HUSBAND HAVE BEEN.
A COP'S WIFE GETS NERVOUS WHEN THE PHONE RINGS BECAUSE SHE'S AFRAID THAT IT'S SOMEONE HE WORKS WITH CALLING HER TO TELL HER THAT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO HIM.
4........... THE AVERAGE WIFE ASKS HER HUSBAND "HOW WAS YOUR DAY" WHEN HE GETS HOME FROM WORK.
A COP'S ALREADY KNOWS THAT HER HUSBAND WOULD RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT HIS DAY WHEN HE GETS HOME. (Execept for me I love hearing about what my cop was up to)
5........... THE AVERAGE WIFE WAKES HER HUSBAND UP ON CHRISTMAS MORNING TO OPEN CHRISMAS PRESENTS WTIH THEIR CHILDREN.
A COP'S WIFE WAKES UP WITH HER HUSBAND AT 4 A.M. WHILE HE'S PUTTING ON HIS UNIFORM FOR WORK AND SAYS, "PLEASE BE CAREFUL".
6........... THE AVERAGE WIFE MAY HELP HER HUSBAND LAY OUT HIS SUIT AND TIE, RUGGED WORK WARE OR CASUAL CLOTHING FOR HIS NEXT WORK DAY.
A COP'S WIFE MAKES SURE HER HUSBAND IS WEARING HIS BULLET PROOF VEST, ASIDE FROM HIS UNIFORM, EACH DAY BEFORE HE GOES TO WORK.
7............ THE AVERAGE WIFE NORMALLY DOES NOT REMEMBER THE DREAMS THAT SHE HAS EACH NIGHT.
A COP'S WIFE REMEMBERS MANY DREAMS THAT SHE HAS AT NIGHT BECAUSE A LOT OF THEM ARE ABOUT HER HUSBAND BEING KILLED WHILE AT WORK.
8............ THE AVERAGE WIFE SITS DOWN WITH HER HUSBAND AND FAMILY ON CHRISTMAS DAY TO EAT LUNCH.
A COP'S WIFE KNOWS THAT HER HUSBAND WILL SPEND A FEW MINUTES WITH THE FAMILY BUT HAS TO LISTEN TO HIS RADIO IN CASE HE IS CALLED OUT FOR SOME OTHER FAMILY WHO IS FIGHTING ON CHRISTMAS DAY.
9............ THE AVERAGE WIFE COMPLAINS ABOUT HER HUSBAND TO HER FRIENDS ABOUT UNIMPORTANT DETAILS OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP.
A COP'S WIFE CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY THE AVERAGE WIFE CAN'T BE MORE APPRECIATIVE ABOUT WHAT HER HUSBAND DOES FOR A LIVING.
10............ THE AVERAGE WIFE COMPLAINS TO HER HUSBAND ON THE PHONE ABOUT THE ASSHOLE COP THAT WROTE HER A SPEEDING TICKET THAT DAY.
A COP'S WIFE HANGS UP THE PHONE WITH HER HUSBAND BECAUSE HE IS CALLED TO GO TO THAT AVERAGE WIFES HOUSE, WHICH HE JUST WROTE THE SPEEDING TICKET TO, BECAUSE OF THE CRIMINAL THAT IS IN HER HOUSE TRYING TO HURT HER AND NOW THAT ASSHOLE COP IS CALLED TO PROTECT HER.
............WHY DON'T WE GIVE THESE MEN AND WOMEN A BREAK FOR ONCE?
1......... THE AVERAGE WIFE KISSES HER HUSBAND BYE AND TELLS HIM TO HAVE A GOOD DAY WHEN HE GOES TO WORK.
A COP'S WIFE KISSES HER HUSBAND BYE AND TELLS HIM TO PLEASE BE CAREFUL WHEN HE GOES TO WORK.
2......... THE AVERAGE WIFE THINKS THROUGHOUT THE DAY, WHAT SHE AND HER HUSBAND ARE GOING TO EAT WHEN HE GETS HOME FROM WORK.
A COP'S WIFE SPENDS THE DAY WONDERING IF HER HUSBAND IS GOING TO COME HOME FOR DINNER.
3......... THE AVERAGE WIFE GETS PHONECALLS FROM FRIENDS AND FAMILY THROUGHOUT THE DAY ASKING HER HOW SHE AND HER HUSBAND HAVE BEEN.
A COP'S WIFE GETS NERVOUS WHEN THE PHONE RINGS BECAUSE SHE'S AFRAID THAT IT'S SOMEONE HE WORKS WITH CALLING HER TO TELL HER THAT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO HIM.
4........... THE AVERAGE WIFE ASKS HER HUSBAND "HOW WAS YOUR DAY" WHEN HE GETS HOME FROM WORK.
A COP'S ALREADY KNOWS THAT HER HUSBAND WOULD RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT HIS DAY WHEN HE GETS HOME. (Execept for me I love hearing about what my cop was up to)
5........... THE AVERAGE WIFE WAKES HER HUSBAND UP ON CHRISTMAS MORNING TO OPEN CHRISMAS PRESENTS WTIH THEIR CHILDREN.
A COP'S WIFE WAKES UP WITH HER HUSBAND AT 4 A.M. WHILE HE'S PUTTING ON HIS UNIFORM FOR WORK AND SAYS, "PLEASE BE CAREFUL".
6........... THE AVERAGE WIFE MAY HELP HER HUSBAND LAY OUT HIS SUIT AND TIE, RUGGED WORK WARE OR CASUAL CLOTHING FOR HIS NEXT WORK DAY.
A COP'S WIFE MAKES SURE HER HUSBAND IS WEARING HIS BULLET PROOF VEST, ASIDE FROM HIS UNIFORM, EACH DAY BEFORE HE GOES TO WORK.
7............ THE AVERAGE WIFE NORMALLY DOES NOT REMEMBER THE DREAMS THAT SHE HAS EACH NIGHT.
A COP'S WIFE REMEMBERS MANY DREAMS THAT SHE HAS AT NIGHT BECAUSE A LOT OF THEM ARE ABOUT HER HUSBAND BEING KILLED WHILE AT WORK.
8............ THE AVERAGE WIFE SITS DOWN WITH HER HUSBAND AND FAMILY ON CHRISTMAS DAY TO EAT LUNCH.
A COP'S WIFE KNOWS THAT HER HUSBAND WILL SPEND A FEW MINUTES WITH THE FAMILY BUT HAS TO LISTEN TO HIS RADIO IN CASE HE IS CALLED OUT FOR SOME OTHER FAMILY WHO IS FIGHTING ON CHRISTMAS DAY.
9............ THE AVERAGE WIFE COMPLAINS ABOUT HER HUSBAND TO HER FRIENDS ABOUT UNIMPORTANT DETAILS OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP.
A COP'S WIFE CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY THE AVERAGE WIFE CAN'T BE MORE APPRECIATIVE ABOUT WHAT HER HUSBAND DOES FOR A LIVING.
10............ THE AVERAGE WIFE COMPLAINS TO HER HUSBAND ON THE PHONE ABOUT THE ASSHOLE COP THAT WROTE HER A SPEEDING TICKET THAT DAY.
A COP'S WIFE HANGS UP THE PHONE WITH HER HUSBAND BECAUSE HE IS CALLED TO GO TO THAT AVERAGE WIFES HOUSE, WHICH HE JUST WROTE THE SPEEDING TICKET TO, BECAUSE OF THE CRIMINAL THAT IS IN HER HOUSE TRYING TO HURT HER AND NOW THAT ASSHOLE COP IS CALLED TO PROTECT HER.
............WHY DON'T WE GIVE THESE MEN AND WOMEN A BREAK FOR ONCE?
A Police Officers Wife
A POLICE OFFICER'S WIFE .....Author Unknown
A special kind of woman:A cut above the rest,That's A POLICE OFFICER'S WIFE,rating her the best.How many goodbyes are whispered,joined with a fond embrace?As duty steals her man,for the danger he must face.How often have meals been ruined,or tender moments disturbed,by a call for a special duty,sparking loyalty unswerved?It's a devil of a job,for an angel like this,Who, for the love of her man,must forsake that kiss.She can run a garden tractor,even paint a room in need,How she can stretch a dollar-is a miracle indeed.She's a mother, lover,chauffeur, and nurse,A living symbol of:"for better or for worse."Rich is the man,reaping his rewards in life,who chose to be the other half ofA POLICE OFFICER'S WIFE.
A special kind of woman:A cut above the rest,That's A POLICE OFFICER'S WIFE,rating her the best.How many goodbyes are whispered,joined with a fond embrace?As duty steals her man,for the danger he must face.How often have meals been ruined,or tender moments disturbed,by a call for a special duty,sparking loyalty unswerved?It's a devil of a job,for an angel like this,Who, for the love of her man,must forsake that kiss.She can run a garden tractor,even paint a room in need,How she can stretch a dollar-is a miracle indeed.She's a mother, lover,chauffeur, and nurse,A living symbol of:"for better or for worse."Rich is the man,reaping his rewards in life,who chose to be the other half ofA POLICE OFFICER'S WIFE.
The flu is almost over!!
Thing 2 is still a little confused about his stomach flu. He keeps asking if it is OK to drink milk. I have to tell him every time "yes, you are OK to drink milk if your tummy isn't feeling icky."
When he was really sick with the flu I ended up having to take him to the PCMC for some extra help in getting him re hydrated. He was such a trooper. He told the doctor his shoulder hurt and he had a bad case of the hiccups. (again he has a hard time with communication sometimes) He said this right after I was done telling the doctor he couldn't keep anything down and was really moaning about his tummy. Tummy, throw up its about the same as shoulder and hiccups :-)
My little Boogy decided to get the flu too. She is soooo crabby! I think this might be the first sickness for the little Boogy. She has been so miserable but has been a trooper like her brother. She has been feeling better and I don't think she will have to make a trip to the children's hospital like her big brother.
I really, really hope my Think 1 doesn't get this awful flu....and for that matter I hope I don't get it. My sick time at work is almost out.
When he was really sick with the flu I ended up having to take him to the PCMC for some extra help in getting him re hydrated. He was such a trooper. He told the doctor his shoulder hurt and he had a bad case of the hiccups. (again he has a hard time with communication sometimes) He said this right after I was done telling the doctor he couldn't keep anything down and was really moaning about his tummy. Tummy, throw up its about the same as shoulder and hiccups :-)
My little Boogy decided to get the flu too. She is soooo crabby! I think this might be the first sickness for the little Boogy. She has been so miserable but has been a trooper like her brother. She has been feeling better and I don't think she will have to make a trip to the children's hospital like her big brother.
I really, really hope my Think 1 doesn't get this awful flu....and for that matter I hope I don't get it. My sick time at work is almost out.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I hate stomach flu
I wish I could keep the stomach flu away from my house. I use the wipes to wash the doors down. I mop and clean the bathrooms all of the time. But for some reason the flu is back. My little thing 2 has it bad. He is on the Autism Spectrum and well has a hard time with communication. So I am having a hard time telling when it is time to run to the toilet or get a bowl. As far as he is concerned he just has the itches and a bad case of hiccups. (he gets a little mixed up about the different illness he has had) He also has a hard time understanding why chocolate milk isn't a good idea right now. My poor washer has been going none stop since yesterday washing bedding and towels from this awful sickness. I hate stomach flu!!!
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Feeling Blue
I knew the anniversary of my dads death was the beginning of October. I just don't like to think about it. I don't visit his grave site. I try not to think about the day at the hospital and the pain I had to live through. The pain I saw my mom go through. She was so happy most the time when my dad was alive. Only when it came to finances did she and my dad fight. She loved him so much. When he was gone she was gone for a while. We lost our house. She filled for bankruptcy. We lived off of Social Security.
My dad was my strength as a child he held me up. When I hurt myself falling he would be the first one to pick me up and rescue me. He always had a weird spray to put on my scratches and then a band aid that made it feel so much better. When I would get teased at school he would tell me how jealous those mean girls are of such a wonderful person I was. He never wanted me to worry and he never wanted me to cry. I loved him so much.
His health started to fail. He had a stroke. It was awful he didn't know what was going wrong with him. He couldn't handle light and he couldn't keep his balance. He was so sick he would yell at all of us all of the time. I knew he was in pain. He went to a hospital and recovered. It was amazing. He was almost back to his regular self.
A while later we had went to our family cabin for a nice weekend together. He had told us that he wished he could spend the rest of his life there. Then he started to get sick again. He was losing his balance again. His face changed he wasn't my loving dad anymore he was really in pain and had to lay down. My mom didn't know that it was a stroke again. We hurried home and I had my last dinner with my dad. It was mac and cheese with corn on the cob. It was really good. My dad was still acting a little strange but I didn't think a hole lot about it. I was only eleven years old. I went down stairs to watch a movie. I had a weird erg to go upstairs but decided to stay down stairs anyways. A little while later my mom called down to me to come upstairs. I did, I made eye contact with my dad being pushed by the paramedics going out the door. I ran to the door and saw several fire engines in my circle. It was terrifying. My mom took off with someone maybe a neighbor I really don't remember. Another neighbor said I was going over to her house. She was nice we made cookies. I didn't know what was going on. I was so scared. Some how someone ended up taking me to the hospital. I saw my dad he was talking and didn't look so bad to me. He just look like before when he had his first stroke. Sick but not to bad. He told us he loved us and that we needed to pick up his shoes he left down stairs. (weird things I remember) My mom took us home and put my brother and I to bed.
Later that night my mom got a phone call. I heard her answer the phone and start crying. I had never heard my mom cry so hard. I knew something terrible had happen I was to scared to leave my bed. Someone I cant remember who came over and my mom left. Later I went to the hospital again. only my dad wasn't awake anymore he was a sleep with a scary machine doing his breathing. He had gotten worse during the night and had to be put on the machine to stay alive. There was no chance for recovery. Sitting there looking at my wonderful dad pale and with no emotion was awful. I knew that everything was going to be different. I knew my family wasn't going to be as happy as it once was. I knew my childhood was going to be over.
When my mom decided to take the machine off and let him die I was in the hallway with some family. I felt the world coming down on me and I had a hard time breathing. I felt like I was dying.
My dad would never get to see me grow up. He never got to meet my wonderful children and see what a great guy I married.
17 years I have lived without my dad. He has been gone longer then I knew him. But he still is in my heart and I still love him very much.
Because of his death I got to know my mom. I was a daddies girl before he died. I didn't care to know my mom before my dad died. That was the only real blessing of my dad dying.
My mom was amazing. Even with all she went through with my dads death. She always held her head up. Yes she was sad and she had a really hard time with depression. She died very poor. But I got to know her. She was amazing. She was my rock. She was the best example of how to handle adversity I had ever met. Today I miss my dad, I miss my childhood. But I am so glad my mom was there to be my strength as an adult and to let me lean on her before she had to go. Now I am able to stand strong. I hope I will be able to make my children as strong with out all the pain.
But even though I feel strong I still feel blue. I miss my parents. I love my parents...
My dad was my strength as a child he held me up. When I hurt myself falling he would be the first one to pick me up and rescue me. He always had a weird spray to put on my scratches and then a band aid that made it feel so much better. When I would get teased at school he would tell me how jealous those mean girls are of such a wonderful person I was. He never wanted me to worry and he never wanted me to cry. I loved him so much.
His health started to fail. He had a stroke. It was awful he didn't know what was going wrong with him. He couldn't handle light and he couldn't keep his balance. He was so sick he would yell at all of us all of the time. I knew he was in pain. He went to a hospital and recovered. It was amazing. He was almost back to his regular self.
A while later we had went to our family cabin for a nice weekend together. He had told us that he wished he could spend the rest of his life there. Then he started to get sick again. He was losing his balance again. His face changed he wasn't my loving dad anymore he was really in pain and had to lay down. My mom didn't know that it was a stroke again. We hurried home and I had my last dinner with my dad. It was mac and cheese with corn on the cob. It was really good. My dad was still acting a little strange but I didn't think a hole lot about it. I was only eleven years old. I went down stairs to watch a movie. I had a weird erg to go upstairs but decided to stay down stairs anyways. A little while later my mom called down to me to come upstairs. I did, I made eye contact with my dad being pushed by the paramedics going out the door. I ran to the door and saw several fire engines in my circle. It was terrifying. My mom took off with someone maybe a neighbor I really don't remember. Another neighbor said I was going over to her house. She was nice we made cookies. I didn't know what was going on. I was so scared. Some how someone ended up taking me to the hospital. I saw my dad he was talking and didn't look so bad to me. He just look like before when he had his first stroke. Sick but not to bad. He told us he loved us and that we needed to pick up his shoes he left down stairs. (weird things I remember) My mom took us home and put my brother and I to bed.
Later that night my mom got a phone call. I heard her answer the phone and start crying. I had never heard my mom cry so hard. I knew something terrible had happen I was to scared to leave my bed. Someone I cant remember who came over and my mom left. Later I went to the hospital again. only my dad wasn't awake anymore he was a sleep with a scary machine doing his breathing. He had gotten worse during the night and had to be put on the machine to stay alive. There was no chance for recovery. Sitting there looking at my wonderful dad pale and with no emotion was awful. I knew that everything was going to be different. I knew my family wasn't going to be as happy as it once was. I knew my childhood was going to be over.
When my mom decided to take the machine off and let him die I was in the hallway with some family. I felt the world coming down on me and I had a hard time breathing. I felt like I was dying.
My dad would never get to see me grow up. He never got to meet my wonderful children and see what a great guy I married.
17 years I have lived without my dad. He has been gone longer then I knew him. But he still is in my heart and I still love him very much.
Because of his death I got to know my mom. I was a daddies girl before he died. I didn't care to know my mom before my dad died. That was the only real blessing of my dad dying.
My mom was amazing. Even with all she went through with my dads death. She always held her head up. Yes she was sad and she had a really hard time with depression. She died very poor. But I got to know her. She was amazing. She was my rock. She was the best example of how to handle adversity I had ever met. Today I miss my dad, I miss my childhood. But I am so glad my mom was there to be my strength as an adult and to let me lean on her before she had to go. Now I am able to stand strong. I hope I will be able to make my children as strong with out all the pain.
But even though I feel strong I still feel blue. I miss my parents. I love my parents...
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