Wild-Heart.net Forums – A Safe Haven For Those Caring for Children with Schizophrenoform Disorders will soon be closing. Very soon. It’s a spam trap that I cannot keep up with. My apologies to any of you who visited and registered looking for understanding friendship and support. Feel free to share some ideas with me. Perhaps a moderated Yahoo group? Discuss, please or contact me using the link over on the right.
I don’t give a rat’s you know what how popular and witty so many people think Zero Punctuation is. That “cleverness” makes my brain bleed to hear and my eyes burn to watch. Oh. What’s that you say? I’m a geek and as I play video games and am a geek, I should really LOVE Zero Punctuation and I’m simply blasphemous? Screw you. Each webisode is a nightmare to my senses.
And while I’m ranting… I’m coming out of the, “I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day because it’s just a pointless over commercialized,” closet. Screw all of that noise. I’m a woman. A chick. A girl. And for one day of the year. Just one, I’d like to be treated special because I am female and it’s expected. Anniversaries are all a fail around here. Mother’s Day is always a complete and total disaster. I want my Valentine’s Day with a bouquet of flowers and a box of luscious chocolates and an over-sized tacky teddy-bear and perhaps some perfume or jewelry. And dare I say it… A meal out of the house that isn’t at a fast food restaurant. And dear gods don’t you dare tell me that you don’t know what I like when I’ve told you flat out and made you lists (at your request) over the last seven years.
So yeah. In short. Do not subject me to any more Zero Punctuation and give me back Valentine’s Day!
From a discussion with my friend Charles he had this to say:
Its highly ironic that everyone and everything that used to proclaim itself as being counter-culture and against the mainstream, NOW is the mainstream and pop culture.
I new that the moment that my husband got his hands on Fable 2 I would become a very lonely gamer-widow. What I didn’t expect was that the very moment he got the damn game home he would pull an all nighter playing the game from 10pm until 7:30am. I shit you not. If I stayed up all night playing Viva Pinata: Trouble In Paradise, which believe me, I would love to do, he would be pouting and waking up every 30 minutes begging me to come to bed telling me how he cannot sleep without me. Instead he looks at it as this is the first day of his vacation and he can do whatever he wants. I want to know when the hell I’m going to get my vacation. *snarls*
If I have a night of insomnia or gods forbid pulled an all nighter playing a video game there would not be an option of going to bed in the morning. Why? Because he doesn’t have the first clue about what time to feed the children a meal or what to feed them or how to do a load of laundry or load the dishwasher or tell Boy #2 to do his chores.
And the kick in the teeth is that Fable 2 is a LONG game that can be played through two different ways and he’ll play the game through at least once each way before it’s all said and done. Bah. Every gurgling, gagging snore is irritating more and more. I think I’ll make the bed around him. Play my music as loud as I want. Do some laundry and play my game until the controller’s battery pack is dead and then conveniently forget to plug it in to charge it. He hates to play with a cord. 
As many of you who actually still take the time to read here know, my youngest son has a schizophreniform disorder, schizoaffective disorder, along with a couple of other co-morbid neurological disorders. The majority of the hits that this site receives are from those looking for information about childhood onset schizoaffective disorder. At least once a week I receive a Contact Form response from a young adult suffering for years from this disorder or another parent seeking advice and information. Childhood onset is simply so very rare and there is so very little information available online even today, in 2008, the most information pertaining to childhood onset is the results of a study done in Finland. Don’t get me wrong, that study was very important in diagnosing my son, it wasn’t a huge part but it was a confirming factor.
So, where does all of this leave me? Where does it leave other parents? Honestly, it leaves us a bit lost and alone at times. Childhood onset of what are typically adult onset neurological disorders are different than their adult counter-parts. They are usually more severe and more difficult to treat. But we survive. One thing we all agree would be nice is a forum, a safe haven for those of us caring for these precious children to be able to share our experiences, good and bad. A forum for those of us is the one thing that would give us a sense of “community” that doesn’t exist. Sure there are forums for the adults with these disorders and their caregivers but there is nothing for those like us.
At least there wasn’t until now. For all of you silently searching for help, hope and understanding, I am pleased to give to you: Wild-Heart.net Forums; A Safe Haven For Those Who Care For Children With Schizophrenoform Disorders.
Soft Cell’s video for Tainted Love had to be one of the most twisted videos of the 80’s
Tomorrow is the day. I don’t care who you vote for. Just do it.
Whenever Baby Boy has broken Transformers, he likes to create something new out the parts. the following is his latest, Silver Knight who is a MiniCon.
I’ve reopened SloppyGeeks.com as a forum for all things Geeky. All are welcome. Please read the only topic that is open to guests (nonregistered members) before registering, the topic titled Rules. Have fun. 
Boy #2 continues to enjoy being a High School Freshman. This evening he just asked me a question in the form of a minor rant that let me know he just discovered one of life’s greatest mysteries involving females that he is never going to fully understand. Not even Mr./Mrs. Garrison on South Park was able to figure this one out… He asked,
“What the heck is it with girls and hanging out in the bathrooms? What are they doing in there? Some of them put pictures on MySpace that they take with their cell phone cameras of them all posing in front of the toilets. Why? Why? Why do girls hang out in the bathrooms? The only time I’ve ever seen people hanging out in bathrooms ins in movies and in the movies they are killing people or snorting cocaine. I don’t understand what they are doing in there!”
I chuckle at his frustrated queery. He will be asking this question for the rest of his life.
Explanation is needed as I messed up with the image sizes for the intro. My “granddaughters” proved to be more entertaining with the laser pointer than the stupid cat.
Baby Boy is feeling the subtle change of seasons and daylight hours which means his chronic insomnia is kicking in gear again. He’s had me awake since 02:30 going on and on about a website he’d like me make for him. He already has a domain name picked out. At first I thought this website was going to be an art gallery for a specific series of drawings & art creations that he and Bonus Boy have been doing for the past two years.
Wrong.
I was just informed that he wants it fully developed into a virtual world similar to Webkinz. I may be slowly relearning my CSS, PHP and SQL code skills but I am not a web application developer. Heck, I’m having a difficult enough time regaining the design skills I used to have.
Gods love him. His little Aspergers & Schizoaffective brain cannot understand that while the front end of his concept may look and act simply, the backend programming would take a whole set of skills that I simply cannot deplooy. He’s spent the last hour attempt to convince me that I can based simply on how he wants it to look. *sigh*
First off, I want to direct you all over to VK’s Electric Venom as she and her family have been dealing with some tough family issues that those of us who are parents of aging baby-boomers are all going to face eventually. I pray that as many as possible are able to learn from her grace inspired posts during this difficult time. Kate, know I’m thinking of you and praying for you and yours!
Secondly, I have a new picture of myself over there in the sidebar. I suppose the diet is still working as it shows more weight loss than the previous one and also the haircut that I got on my birthday. My hair was previously all one length again and rapidly reach waist length again. It’s thick and heavy. It had to go. You’ll also notice a new Skype button below it. Please take notice of the fact that it shows my status. If it says that I’m away, I really truly am NOT at my computer. If it says that I’m busy, I really truly am too busy to futz around taking calls from Skype just the same as in meat space, I would be letting voice mail answer it but I don’t pay for Skype Out so don’t expect an answer if you message me or call me at those times.
Lastly, since getting involved in the YouTube Transfromer community with Boy #2, I had a handful of requests for a video tour of our home which our mutual friends came to dub “The House of Darkness” as when Boy #2 does a video he does so in very low lighting. If you’re curious as to how 6 people can efficiantly and effectively live in a 2 bedroom townhouse you can watch the video below. Just take note that while I was very frustrated with Boy #2 and his shoving Frenzy in front of the camera every few minutes by the end of the shoot, he did not come to any physical harm. I’ll just be glad when whatever it is that happens to boys when they turn 15 is over. I’m bracing myself for the long haul, though. I’ve been told it lasts for at least 5 years. I do know this, the year of mental torture he put me through while homeschooling him so he could advance a year in public school paid off big time. Between his grade placement test and his California Achievement Test scores he is now a HS Freshman instead of an 8th grader and his HS operates in a 4 class per semester block schedule (3 academecis, 1 elective) and his three academic placements were all honors classes. He’s loving every minute of it. Any who, here’s the video. I shall post more when time and life allow.
And all I got was a severe skin reaction to my fentanyl patch so severe leaving tiny little blistered hives in the shape of a flacid penic and testicles drawn by a 16 year old. I tried to get a picture to show you just how gross it I can’t get the lighting right.
Seriously though, my husband did get me a book I’ve been anxiously waiting to read that just came out in hardback and I thought I was going to have to wait until next year for it to be released in paperback before reading it.
As for the children… Heh. Whatever. Boy #2 is grounded from the internet and is refusing to speak to anyone except me and only when no one else is around and only after 9pm and before 6am. He woke me up at 3 am. We keep telling him a change in attitude will earn his privileges back. He seems determined to not care and be a brat.
Edit: One of my Transformer toy nerd friends at a forum I frequent (yeah you can give me grief about that on another day 
) Posted the typical funny pic of a guy jumping out of a cake and I gave him grief about it not being Edward Norton, whom y’all should know by now I have an odd obsession with. He returned with the following…
I just think it would be better if Edward was in boxer-briefs. He just doesn’t look right in a G-string. 
Rather than posting a tear jerker, I share with you Sam the Eagle from The Muppets.
Because I’m lame like this. Because I’m too tired to type and have no time to blog during the day and because I don’t care WTF I look like at 00:15.
Recently, I took a brave step and started video blogging. I’m taking a huge step here and going to post the most recent one. It’s in two parts. I tend to ramble. It’s a brave step. I shot it late in the evening and am wearing no make-up and had taken my evening meds about an hour earlier. Any who. If you want to know what the family and I have been up to you can watch the following two videos.
My apologies for the abrupt cutoff at the end of Part 2. Normally I just upload the video straight from my camera, but this time I used some editing software to shrink the size down a bit and split it. I guess Avidemux got the last few seconds on the second part. Ooopsie. Oh well.
For those of you, and I know there are quite a few of you, who end up here after searching for information about parenting a schizoaffective child. I realize you won’t find a whole lot of information here, just as you won’t find a much anywhere on internet. It’s a lonely diagnosis to deal with as a parent. If you are interested in an online forum for parents such as us, please, don’t hesitate to use the contact form. The link is on the right and up top. Let me know. If there is enough interest, I’ll install a private forum for us to have a place to gather and share what information we do know from our children’s doctors and the scant information that is available online. I hope all is well in your lives and that you, your child and families may eventually find peace in dealing with disorder that has such an awesome ability to wreck so much havoc in our lives, especially if there is one or more co-morbid diagnosis involved. Don’t let it all overwhelm you, click the link to the contact form and let’s see what we can do together.
After my own music collection Rick Rolled me a little bit ago, it then surprised me with this song. Talk about immediate flashbacks of awkward High School dances with the dread slow dances. This was the slow song that never seemed to end. The song for the dance in which you realized you really did like the guy you were dancing with or that he was a right bore and you would rather be anywhere but there more than you had the whole night and started thinking of nice ways to break up with him without hurting his feelings.
Most of my generation doesn’t have an appreciation for Hip-Hop or Rap genres. You can blame Boy #2, or you can blame R. Kelly switching from R&B to Hip-Hop in the late 90’s. Doesn’t matter. Back to the artist for today… Lupe Fiasco. Check his Wikipedia page before you watch the video below. The song has been in my head for days. Lupe nails the struggle for so many young men in bad situations and neighborhoods, not just Houston, in this song. I see it here in Macon just blocks away from my home. My boys go to school with several young men who are praying for their music to save them and get them out of this town. If you want to hear more, look for his song “Dumb it Down.” It’s more of an example of what Lupe is trying to do with his music. This one here is more of a ballad, if you will.
It was long, yet not long enough. We arrived late and it was already drizzling. There are a couple of short videos added to the collection on the Videos page (link on the right or the button up top). Has my son changed since in his first 3 weeks at Youth Challenge? I think so. It’s easier to tell in his letters and his phone calls than it was from our visit yesterday. After about an hour of indulging in sugar and caffeine, I really didn’t get much of a chance to visit with him as he was hyper and all over the place. For him it was a day of freedom. He was able to listen to music for the first time in 3 weeks and have a few hours of unrestricted time. I heard many words of praise from his Cadre, Sergeants and various other staff members. It was a good day. Even though we had to leave early due to my back going out. Didn’t seem to phase him, though. He was too hyped on Mt. Dew and the excitement of getting to do the repelling tower again with his buddies. I think I miss him twice as much now. *sigh*
And I could use a little help finding it. Perchance one of you might have it tucked away in your recipe box. If so, I don’t know how I could repay you but I’ll come up with something! The recipe is for Peanut Butter Bars. I originally found the recipe 7 years ago on AllRecipes.com. I’ve been through every single peanut butter recipe on that site in the last two weeks and have yet to recover it. I used to have a notebook filled with all of my families favorite recipes. It seems to have grown feet and walked away. Back to the recipe. There is no oatmeal in this one, nor is there chocolate of any variety, however, they do have the consistency of a chewy brownie after they are baked. The first part of the recipe calls for the peanut butter, butter/margarine, and sugar to be slowly melted together in a sauce pan and allowed to cool before stirring in the eggs and flour. I don’t remember if there is vanilla extract in the recipe or not.
Why, you may ask is this recipe so important? And why and am I in such a desperate rush to find it? As you might recall, Boy #1 is attending National Guard Youth Challenge. This Saturday is Family Day. We are allowed to bring them treats and favorite foods from home. All he really wants is two things, these Peanut Butter Bars and a McDonald’s cheeseburger. The later because, “Momma, I’m so sick of canteen food. It’s not bad but it’s not good either. I know you’ll have to get it the night before and it will be cold, I don’t care. It will be better than any burger I’ve ate in the last month!”
Any who, if the details of the recipe that I have given have rung any bells, please, leave me a comment or use the contact form (link is on the right) and share! Meanwhile, I will try to come up with a way to reward whomever is able to accomplish this mission.
I am a farmer’s daughter so I didn’t “exactly” grow up in a small town. But I went to school in one, church in another, and worked in one, too. And Gods know I did my fair share of teenage rebellion in a small town. I’m nearly grown up now. I say nearly because I don’t think we, as humans ever stop growing up. If we do, we have limited our minds and our ability to learn and our capacity for understanding and empathy. I know how to shoot a gun. I no longer cling to my God but rather embrace several Gods.
You have insulted so many people that no one any longer thinks about your message of Hope. You see, Mr. Oboma, I am an intelligent woman and I have an odd capacity of memory and it is also has the unique ability of being a photographic memory. I remember Nixon and Johnson and Carter and Reagan and Bush. I also voted for Clinton twice and Bush once. It would have been twice had this dreaded state of Georgia not given me 5 years of grief in obtaining a state ID. I hold no party loyalty. But you are certainly no longer a potential for my vote no matter how you may appear on the ballot come this November. I find that sad. I find it sad that when I go to vote it will be a vote that is essentially a wasted vote. I may delude myself with the idea that no vote is wasted even a losing vote makes a statement. In the end, it really doesn’t.
In closing, I’d like to say, “F*ck you.” But my parents raised me better than that when it comes to addressing those who hold public office. So, I’ll just say what many others have said. You screwed up and lost a potential vote. Why? Because I was raised in a small town and just because I now live in a city doesn’t mean I have lost my roots.
At least it has him out of The Cave (aka our bedroom where his computer is located). However, I have a feeling this will just enable him to spend even more time in The Cave.
A parental tool of discipline! I wish I had thought of this earlier. In past couple of days I have discovered a way to get the children to do what they’ve been asked to do. They, just like Little Bunny Foo-Foo, get three chances, if they still aren’t behaving they get subjected to early 80’s Power Ballads. Who wouldn’t do anything to make Chicago stop singing Hard To Say I’m Sorry? Bwahahahaha! And YouTube gives me quick and easy access to such atrocities. By the time he gets to, “Hold me now,” they are apologizing, begging for me to make it stop and doing what has been asked of them. I love you, YouTube.
