Sunday, June 27, 2010
Blog Revamp
I have added a poll (to the left) in an attempt to tailor the blog to your interest's. Please complete & thank you for your participation!!
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Growing up
Yep, it's official. My baby boy is growing up. Today is his 16th birthday. I remember him "driving" his L'il Tykes car & now he can drive for real. The day was bittersweet for me. Kinda made me teary remembering all the little boy stuff he did, sweet watching him mature into an awesome young man (testosterone rages aside, lol).
Mushy stuff over ...
He had a humongous chocolate cupcake for breakfast; compliments of chocoholic momma. He didn't really want to do anything special (in spite of mynagging encouraging); just hung out around the house & played xBox live games with his peeps. He was so sweet to DD who had to dispense the gifts, one at a time ... very slowly. Told me the Cadillac Escalade (HotWheels) was not funny as he laughed. Enjoyed his little sis's gift of Skittles & then played basketball with her for a bit. Then we went out to dinner, the end.
It's moments like these that keep me from justifiable homicide when he turns into Mr T (of Testosterone: Terrific or Terrible post)! LOL.
Mushy stuff over ...
He had a humongous chocolate cupcake for breakfast; compliments of chocoholic momma. He didn't really want to do anything special (in spite of my
It's moments like these that keep me from justifiable homicide when he turns into Mr T (of Testosterone: Terrific or Terrible post)! LOL.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Tuesday thought(s)
DH & I were having a discussion last night about different styles of worship. He is very reserved & feels it is irreverent to get "too emotional" during church. He finds dancing, yelling out, raising hands, etc to be distasteful. So I said all of those demonstrations were scriptural & joked that at least nobody in church danced naked before the Lord like King David did. Can I get an amen on that?? **shivers**
Anyway, all that to say this: what are your thoughts? Do you perceive God as "Father" or "Daddy" (Abba, in the Hebrew)? I think people's perceptions of God are largely colored by the relationship with their earthly father.
For instance, if your dad was reserved & kept you at "arm's reach", you will likely think that is God's wish as well. If your dad was physically & emotionally demonstrative, then that will also flavor your relationship with God.
While I believe God is due all honor & respect, I kinda like the image of being able to crawl up on His lap & cry, laugh, or just talk to Him; I think He does too. What are your thoughts?? Please share ...
Anyway, all that to say this: what are your thoughts? Do you perceive God as "Father" or "Daddy" (Abba, in the Hebrew)? I think people's perceptions of God are largely colored by the relationship with their earthly father.
For instance, if your dad was reserved & kept you at "arm's reach", you will likely think that is God's wish as well. If your dad was physically & emotionally demonstrative, then that will also flavor your relationship with God.
While I believe God is due all honor & respect, I kinda like the image of being able to crawl up on His lap & cry, laugh, or just talk to Him; I think He does too. What are your thoughts?? Please share ...
Friday, June 18, 2010
Friday Funny
Before going to Europe on business, a man drives his Rolls-Royce to a downtown New York City bank and asks for an immediate loan of $5,000. The loan officer, taken aback, requests collateral. "Well then, here are the keys to my Rolls-Royce," the man says. The loan officer promptly has the car driven into the bank's underground parking for safe keeping and gives the man the $5,000. Two weeks later, the man walks through the bank's doors and asks to settle up his loan and get his car back. "That will be $5,000 in principal, and $15.40 in interest," the loan officer says. The man writes out a check and starts to walk away. "Wait, sir," the loan officer says. "You are a millionaire. Why in the world would you need to borrow $5,000?" The man smiles, "Where else could I find a safer place to park my Rolls-Royce in Manhattan for two weeks and pay only $15.40?"
Corny, but clean. So quit your groaning ... this is a family blog. LOL
Corny, but clean. So quit your groaning ... this is a family blog. LOL
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Blog Hop!! Join the fun :D Word up, Yo!
I know - it's cute, right?! So what is Word Up, YO! exactly? Well, it's a word game...we give you a word of the week (WOW!), and you work it into one (or more if you're adventurous!) of your posts during the week. But these aren't ordinary words you'd use in everyday conversation, so you'll have to get creative! Once you use the word, you slap the badge on your post, and come over and link up on one of our blogs!
Rules:
Use the Word of the Week (WOW!) in a post as many times as you legitimately can
Use the WOW! correctly in your post, we've included a definition to guide you on this journey
Include the Word Up, Yo! button somewhere in your post
Write a post with the WOW! and link it up anytime during the week the linky is open (Sunday-Friday)
Link up below to your relevant post, not your blog home page please
That's it! No mandatory follows, no mandatory comments. Visit as many other linked blogs as you can.
At the end of the week, the Nerd Mafia will decide on a "winning" post. We'll feature the winning posts with the new word. A new Word of the Week and featured post will be published every Sunday.
So what's the first WOW! word that we're using? Here it is...along with a definition from dictionary.com:
Gullet
–noun
1. the esophagus.
2. the throat or pharynx.
3. a channel for water.
4. a gully or ravine.
5. a preparatory cut in an excavation.
6. a concavity between two sawteeth, joining them at their bases.
–verb (used with object)
7. to form a concavity at the base of (a sawtooth).
So go for it! Be creative! And don't forget to link up!
And so it goes...Thumbnails: This is a Blog Hop! 16 entries so far... you're next!What is a blog hop?
A blog hop is a linky list that is SHARED ON MULTIPLE BLOGS.
When several blogs put the same linky list code on their blog, the
exact same list appears on each blog.
Blog visitors can submit their entries on any blog that contains the list.
The entries will appear on each blog where the list resides.
Blog readers see the same list on each blog, and can "HOP" from blog
to blog seeing the same list of links to follow: BLOG HOP!
Rules:
Use the Word of the Week (WOW!) in a post as many times as you legitimately can
Use the WOW! correctly in your post, we've included a definition to guide you on this journey
Include the Word Up, Yo! button somewhere in your post
Write a post with the WOW! and link it up anytime during the week the linky is open (Sunday-Friday)
Link up below to your relevant post, not your blog home page please
That's it! No mandatory follows, no mandatory comments. Visit as many other linked blogs as you can.
At the end of the week, the Nerd Mafia will decide on a "winning" post. We'll feature the winning posts with the new word. A new Word of the Week and featured post will be published every Sunday.
So what's the first WOW! word that we're using? Here it is...along with a definition from dictionary.com:
Gullet
–noun
1. the esophagus.
2. the throat or pharynx.
3. a channel for water.
4. a gully or ravine.
5. a preparatory cut in an excavation.
6. a concavity between two sawteeth, joining them at their bases.
–verb (used with object)
7. to form a concavity at the base of (a sawtooth).
So go for it! Be creative! And don't forget to link up!
And so it goes...Thumbnails: This is a Blog Hop! 16 entries so far... you're next!What is a blog hop?
A blog hop is a linky list that is SHARED ON MULTIPLE BLOGS.
When several blogs put the same linky list code on their blog, the
exact same list appears on each blog.
Blog visitors can submit their entries on any blog that contains the list.
The entries will appear on each blog where the list resides.
Blog readers see the same list on each blog, and can "HOP" from blog
to blog seeing the same list of links to follow: BLOG HOP!
You know you have Autism or Asperger's if ...
1. You can’t have two things on the dinner plate at the same time. Once you are done with the first food, you get a fresh plate.
2. You understand why the X-men are persecuted…because they are different.
3. Fashion is irrelevant.
4. You butter your toast all the way to the edges with an even layer of butter, but only if the toast is freshly out of the toaster. If it gets hard, you have to throw it out.
5. You figure you would be great on a jury because you won’t be swayed by facial expressions or blathering outbursts of emotions.
6. Sensual experiences are rapturous or make you freak out.
7. High-pitched noises hurt.
8. You look at the floor while listing to someone intensely.
9. You look at the floor while thinking how to answer intensely.
10. Foods have to be eaten in order of temperature.
11. When your partner says, “Let’s go out,” you pause, stare at the wall then say, “Why?”
12. Eating the same thing for a week is delightful.
13. Facts ‘R Us
14. “What did you say? I wasn’t listening”
15. “I should change instead of wearing my very soft fleece pajama bottoms to the store??”
16. “When the company comes over, what should I say?” “Be yourself.” “Oh good, I don’t have to talk.”
17. Animals make more sense than people.
18. Why do NTs (neurotypicals) waste their time on small talk when there are so many real things to talk about?
19. I’m frantic when I can’t find my earplugs.
20. I’m waiting for grandchildren so I can love them, educate them on everything, then send them back. I hope my grandkids are aspies and autties so we can really relate.
Reprinted with permission of Eileen Parker @ http://www.eileenparker.com/
2. You understand why the X-men are persecuted…because they are different.
3. Fashion is irrelevant.
4. You butter your toast all the way to the edges with an even layer of butter, but only if the toast is freshly out of the toaster. If it gets hard, you have to throw it out.
5. You figure you would be great on a jury because you won’t be swayed by facial expressions or blathering outbursts of emotions.
6. Sensual experiences are rapturous or make you freak out.
7. High-pitched noises hurt.
8. You look at the floor while listing to someone intensely.
9. You look at the floor while thinking how to answer intensely.
10. Foods have to be eaten in order of temperature.
11. When your partner says, “Let’s go out,” you pause, stare at the wall then say, “Why?”
12. Eating the same thing for a week is delightful.
13. Facts ‘R Us
14. “What did you say? I wasn’t listening”
15. “I should change instead of wearing my very soft fleece pajama bottoms to the store??”
16. “When the company comes over, what should I say?” “Be yourself.” “Oh good, I don’t have to talk.”
17. Animals make more sense than people.
18. Why do NTs (neurotypicals) waste their time on small talk when there are so many real things to talk about?
19. I’m frantic when I can’t find my earplugs.
20. I’m waiting for grandchildren so I can love them, educate them on everything, then send them back. I hope my grandkids are aspies and autties so we can really relate.
Reprinted with permission of Eileen Parker @ http://www.eileenparker.com/
Tears for tiny life lost
Reposted from wearentperfect.com. Please read & repost.
We Aren't Perfect: TEARS for a Tiny Life Lost
We Aren't Perfect: TEARS for a Tiny Life Lost
Friday, June 11, 2010
Friday Funny
The humble little accountant had his suspicion. One day he left the office early and, sure enough, at home he found a strange hat and umbrella in the hallway and sitting in the living room in the arms of another man was his wife. Wild for revenge, the husband picked up the man’s umbrella and snapped it in two across his knee.
“There!” he said. “Now I hope it rains!”
When you are done groaning, know this was not my own. I will gladly give credit where credit is due (or not):
http://www.ajokeaday.com/clasificacion.asp?ID=48
Hope you all have a FANTASTIC Friday!!
“There!” he said. “Now I hope it rains!”
When you are done groaning, know this was not my own. I will gladly give credit where credit is due (or not):
http://www.ajokeaday.com/clasificacion.asp?ID=48
Hope you all have a FANTASTIC Friday!!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Wordless Wednesday (sorta)
OK, since Blogger is lame & I have no insert pic icon, have to post the link to the pic. Grrr.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/50990713@N05/?saved=1
http://www.flickr.com/photos/50990713@N05/?saved=1
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Tuesday Terror
OK, spoiler right up front: this post has nothing to do with motherhood, family, special needs, or anything else I generally post about. If that's why you are here, dear reader, please leave before I share this terrifying tale.
OK, you're still here?? Don't say I didn't warn you!!
The summer semester started yesterday @ MSU, where I am currently working on my degree. Nothing inherently terrifying about that, you may say. Well, it is for me!! Guess what I am taking... basket weaving, beginning pottery, cooking for Dummies? While any or all of those might be helpful in improving my woefully inadequate domestic skills, those are not the class that inspires fear in the heart of grad students everywhere.
The class is PSY 527, a.k.a. Multivariate Statistics. For those of you who know something about stats, you may think this is no big deal. You are wrong!! This class is required so grad level students can compile & understand their own statistical data used for their thesis or dissertation. Guess what, we don't want to understand!! If we did, we would be math majors. That is why there are thriving companies for hire.
Anyway, I digress. The primary reason for my chest-tightening, nausea-inducing anxiety is that this will be the FOURTH time I have attempted it.
In fact, my utter lack of ability to grasp these concepts prompted me to undergo testing to see if I have a math learning disability (jury is still out on that, should know soon).
If there are any stats whizzes out there, please give me a holler!! Otherwise, see you on the other side ... hopefully.
OK, you're still here?? Don't say I didn't warn you!!
The summer semester started yesterday @ MSU, where I am currently working on my degree. Nothing inherently terrifying about that, you may say. Well, it is for me!! Guess what I am taking... basket weaving, beginning pottery, cooking for Dummies? While any or all of those might be helpful in improving my woefully inadequate domestic skills, those are not the class that inspires fear in the heart of grad students everywhere.
The class is PSY 527, a.k.a. Multivariate Statistics. For those of you who know something about stats, you may think this is no big deal. You are wrong!! This class is required so grad level students can compile & understand their own statistical data used for their thesis or dissertation. Guess what, we don't want to understand!! If we did, we would be math majors. That is why there are thriving companies for hire.
Anyway, I digress. The primary reason for my chest-tightening, nausea-inducing anxiety is that this will be the FOURTH time I have attempted it.
In fact, my utter lack of ability to grasp these concepts prompted me to undergo testing to see if I have a math learning disability (jury is still out on that, should know soon).
If there are any stats whizzes out there, please give me a holler!! Otherwise, see you on the other side ... hopefully.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Testosterone: Terrific or Terrible?
OK, I realize that testosterone (aka Mr. T) serves a purpose, really I do. It is a steroid sex hormone (this blog is rated PG, right? It is OK to use the S** word?) responsible for the growth & development of masculine characteristics … with all that entails ... thankfully sparing you, kind reader, all of the graphic R rated details. This is the “terrific” part. I mean seriously, nobody likes a girly man. We all swoon over the hunky guy that makes us do a double take.
But there is a darker side to this fantastic hormone … it is also linked to aggressive & predatory behaviors. That is where I take issue with the fabulous Mr. T. When it rears its ugly head by possessing my baby boy’s adolescent body, enough is enough!! OK, lest you think my son is just a momma’s boy & I am some overprotective mom, let me share a recent experience. A time of mom/son bonding, if you will. Well, maybe not, because EVERYONE knows it is NOT cool to hang with your parents during the vulnerable adolescent years, lest their budding psyches be permanently scarred by exposure to acceptable social mores. Anyway, I digress.
One of DS’s passions (well, actually only) is video games. He started with a Nintendo DS @ age 7 and has been hooked ever since. No, hooked is not too strong a word … I swear he goes through withdrawals when denied the sublime joy of completing isolating himself from actual physical interaction with others. Nothing makes him more giddy than to shut his door, put on the headset, power up the xBox & play with his pals (XBOX Live, still not sure how that works, BTW). Sooo, for his birthday, he requested a super fantastic headset which apparently does everything except make toast (which for $60, I don’t think an occasional slice would be too much to ask) and some video gizmo that he can use to make videos of he and said pals gaming to post on YouTube. No, I have no idea why either. Apparently, though after he gets a gazillion “hits” on YouTube, he can make some moolah. So, said wonderful electronic gadgetry is duly purchased. Oh, did I forget to mention, DS rarely (well, OK never) makes sure he has everything he needs before undertaking an endeavor. Whether this is due to being male, or to ADHD, or to a combo of both, this is the case. That said, he says, ‘oh wait, I need an audio-video hoozitwhatzit (actually it was an AV switcher cable, which sounded the same to my uncool mom mind)’. This was on a Wednesday. At the time of this announcement, it is 8PM. So, of course (again being the totally unreasonable mom) I said “no”. Minor rearing of Mr. T’s ugly head, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I said, we could get it the next day because his awesome peeps said they were @ WalMart for “a coupla bucks”. Cool, 10-15 minutes of my time & $10 max from my pocketbook; I can handle that.
So, Thursday DS & I venture to WalMart. Can anybody guess what happened? C’mon, be a sport, guess!! Whoever guessed that the wonder widget was NOT @ WalMart wins the stuffed pony!! OK, DS being the totally reasonable, non-narcissistic specimen of adolescence that he is said “hey, that’s cool Mom. Whenever you find the time, maybe you can run to Radio Shack (about 20 miles one way) & pick one up for me”. ROFL!! Seriously, did you really think that’s what happened?? DS wanted to go post haste to said Radio Shack, because life as he knew it would cease if he did not immediately procure the wonder widget. So, I said “no”. Whoopsie!! Full-fledged Mr. T rant followed … He stalked, grumbling from the store. He was driving, so I told him he couldn’t drive like a jerk; obviously giving him the idea that was exactly what he should do. So, he proceeded to drive like the proverbial bat (out of the really hot place) the entire way home. Sadly, all the testosterone rant earned him was a loss of driving privileges & delayed procurement of the hoozitwhatzit.
So dear reader, I leave it to you to decide whether testosterone is terrific or terrible.
But there is a darker side to this fantastic hormone … it is also linked to aggressive & predatory behaviors. That is where I take issue with the fabulous Mr. T. When it rears its ugly head by possessing my baby boy’s adolescent body, enough is enough!! OK, lest you think my son is just a momma’s boy & I am some overprotective mom, let me share a recent experience. A time of mom/son bonding, if you will. Well, maybe not, because EVERYONE knows it is NOT cool to hang with your parents during the vulnerable adolescent years, lest their budding psyches be permanently scarred by exposure to acceptable social mores. Anyway, I digress.
One of DS’s passions (well, actually only) is video games. He started with a Nintendo DS @ age 7 and has been hooked ever since. No, hooked is not too strong a word … I swear he goes through withdrawals when denied the sublime joy of completing isolating himself from actual physical interaction with others. Nothing makes him more giddy than to shut his door, put on the headset, power up the xBox & play with his pals (XBOX Live, still not sure how that works, BTW). Sooo, for his birthday, he requested a super fantastic headset which apparently does everything except make toast (which for $60, I don’t think an occasional slice would be too much to ask) and some video gizmo that he can use to make videos of he and said pals gaming to post on YouTube. No, I have no idea why either. Apparently, though after he gets a gazillion “hits” on YouTube, he can make some moolah. So, said wonderful electronic gadgetry is duly purchased. Oh, did I forget to mention, DS rarely (well, OK never) makes sure he has everything he needs before undertaking an endeavor. Whether this is due to being male, or to ADHD, or to a combo of both, this is the case. That said, he says, ‘oh wait, I need an audio-video hoozitwhatzit (actually it was an AV switcher cable, which sounded the same to my uncool mom mind)’. This was on a Wednesday. At the time of this announcement, it is 8PM. So, of course (again being the totally unreasonable mom) I said “no”. Minor rearing of Mr. T’s ugly head, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I said, we could get it the next day because his awesome peeps said they were @ WalMart for “a coupla bucks”. Cool, 10-15 minutes of my time & $10 max from my pocketbook; I can handle that.
So, Thursday DS & I venture to WalMart. Can anybody guess what happened? C’mon, be a sport, guess!! Whoever guessed that the wonder widget was NOT @ WalMart wins the stuffed pony!! OK, DS being the totally reasonable, non-narcissistic specimen of adolescence that he is said “hey, that’s cool Mom. Whenever you find the time, maybe you can run to Radio Shack (about 20 miles one way) & pick one up for me”. ROFL!! Seriously, did you really think that’s what happened?? DS wanted to go post haste to said Radio Shack, because life as he knew it would cease if he did not immediately procure the wonder widget. So, I said “no”. Whoopsie!! Full-fledged Mr. T rant followed … He stalked, grumbling from the store. He was driving, so I told him he couldn’t drive like a jerk; obviously giving him the idea that was exactly what he should do. So, he proceeded to drive like the proverbial bat (out of the really hot place) the entire way home. Sadly, all the testosterone rant earned him was a loss of driving privileges & delayed procurement of the hoozitwhatzit.
So dear reader, I leave it to you to decide whether testosterone is terrific or terrible.
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