Why must he feel the need to take over whatever she is doing with that screwdriver?
If a man takes away a woman’s screwdriver he’d better be replacing it with the alcoholic beverage type of screwdriver.
Two years ago, the in-laws gave the boys a computer for Christmas. They already had one and yes it was old and pieced together but it was running linux and worked great for them. We tried running Windows on their frankenputer but they constantly were getting spyware and trojan infections.
Enter the gift from hell. I begged my sister in-law to not let her husband follow through with this plan. He was an only child and loves spoiling the boys with video games. The problem is the video games they want to play always end up with someone angry so they’ve been removed from the computer from hell. Now it’s only for school use, public school homework and Time4Learning for homeschool use. They were warned repeated not to use Internet Exploder for any reason other than Time4Learning. And they heeded that warning until yesterday.
Boy #2 asked to be signed up for Time4Learning to use over summer vacation. He wanted to get ahead and then when the new school year starts, ask for a grade placement test. Well, he had a distraction problem. He’d sit down to do schoolwork and end up spending hours on YouTube and MySpace and accomplish very little with the school work that I was paying for him to have. I installed the Firefox plugin for parental controls and blocked everything that was a problem for the children. By #2 threw up his hands and quit his plan after 24 hrs. Then he snuck on the computer and used IE to get to the things he wanted. Now I have an infested system that if this one last thing to try doesn’t fix it is going to end up having to be reformatted and winblows reinstalled.
This is the sort of thing that led to my retirement from computer & internet support services. And I hate it that my 14 yr. old child is acting like an internet addicted techno-tard. And I hate that damn computer even more today.
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Two songs of the day for the price of admission. And obviously admission is free. I actually like this song and the video is a tear jerker.
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Blame Boy#2 for this one. I feel the sadistic need to have this song stuck other people’s heads. You know, sharing the love. 
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I’ve made a decision and I’m sticking to it.
I can’t recall if I posted before about the house hunting we were doing. Keyword “were” and you may as well change that “we” to an “I.” Long story short. I married a man with Asperger’s that has never been treated in therapy and whom also turned 30 last year. Yes, I robbed the cradle but that is besides the point. See, he also has some OCD tendencies and the general thinking in the psychiatric world is that for some reason, once a person with OCD tendencies reaches their early 30’s it will either get much better for them or much worse. His has gotten worse.
I love my husband and I hate to complain so much but you try living with someone who has a fear of bodily fluids and a fear of moving. That bodily fluid thing can really screw with a girl’s self esteem when it comes to matters of sex. But I keep reminding myself that it’s his problem and not mine. Which isn’t easy especially when you live with 5 male beings in the house and they disdain everything “girly.” It’s not easy when you’re lying there hot, sweaty and satiated after sex and you open your eyes to see your husband propped up on his elbows with his hands up in the air like a surgeon waiting for gloves and hear the words, “Hurry up and get me cleaned up so I can wash my hands.” Huh? What? Okay. Such is life.
I keep reminding myself that in less than 9 yrs., all of the children but Baby Boy will be living elsewhere, be it work & school, or just one or the other. When they turn 18 they will be responsible for themselves. Cold? Perhaps, but they’ve been warned and prepared for that magical age for several years now.
The money we saved from my disability back-pay after 4 years of fighting for it? That tax refund that was going with it to put a down-payment on a house. It all went into new furnishings for the town home. If he ever gets around to painting the stairwell, the minute hallway, and our bedroom, the property manager promised new sub flooring and carpet & linoleum throughout the home. He’s got until this weekend to get it done. This had all better be done before my mother arrives bringing back Boy #1 on the 26th of next month.
But the choice I made that I’m sticking to is thus. Due to a snag that occurred during that 4 year battle for disability, I lost the ability to have a passport. That will be changing very soon. In fact, it will be changing around tax season next year. I married a basement dweller w/out a basement who was lucky enough to marry not once, but twice. With 3 bio kids to claim on taxes every year, it results in a very nice tax refund. I announced that next year, he can get his toy car. He’s been lusting for another Honda CRX since his was totaled by a drunk driver over 10 years ago. But in exchange, I want a 3 day 2 night all inclusive vacation somewhere far away from home and children. And I want one every year. And I will have one as soon as I am able to get that passport.
I let Joseph know that he is more than welcome to join me on these yearly 3 day vacations. He replied wanting to know if any of them would involve a boat or flying over large bodies of water (his OCD list also includes extreme fear of water). I replied that they most certainly would and he said, “You can go alone.” I replied, “That’s great! We won’t have to spend money on airfare to get my mother to spend 3 days with the children. You can be here with them while I get a break!”
I just found this in my referrals. Pardon me for a moment of odd pride…
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I sat outside and sunbathed this afternoon while the boys played in the little pool that I fought to replace. The sun felt so soothing on my aching muscles and joints. Was only able to stay out for about 45 minutes though until I noticed that I was starting to pink. Not too pink, just slight shade that lets me know that any more time in the sun and I will be looking like a lobster instead of a dark skinned Italian. I never used to burn. Not until moving to Georgia. And on the rare occasions that I did burn, it would be gone in 48 hrs. leaving a nice dark tan.
The fresh air was nice. Since the bit of rain we’ve been getting we no longer have the stench of the swamp fires from the Southern part of the state permeating the air. I think I’m going to attempt to make that my daily routine. 45 minutes away from indoor responsibilities isn’t too selfish. Well, it still will make me feel guilty but that’s what chocolate cures. 
Now for the Hornsby’s Amber Draft Hard Cider… Normally, my only monthly extravagant, self indulgence is getting my acrylic nail’s filled. But tonight, after getting them filled in, I had a craving for hard cider and Wal-Mart had Hornsby’s on sale and I said to Joseph, “The hell with a bottle of cheap wine. I want cider.” We came home from the nail salon/grocery shopping excursion and I popped the first one open while waiting for the pizza to finish cooking. I sipped it until it was time to tuck the little one’s in to bed and then I grabbed another and went to sit outside and visit with my neighbor for about an hour. After that second one it was time to start wrapping up the conversations and go inside. I had to find my husband. The cider had gave me that certain sort of “buzz.” If you get my drift.
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I haven’t been tagged for a meme in so long that it was quite the surprise when Kate tagged me for this one.
Now to tag a handfull of people… Kathy (you can use the comments section since you have yet to start blogging. ), Slobokan, danea, and last but certainly not least, Lisa. Your turn.
But her soul remains bonded to the land. I’m in a bit of a melancholy mood. I miss home and the Places To Love. If only half of the people in any grocery store at any given time had half a clue. Especially those who have a misinformed perception of what subsidies really are and what the “real” farmers lose in exchange… What everyone has lost. We’re country of idiots. So here’s the song of the day. Blame the PMS.
Once I have my wits about me (read: have had enough coffee), I’ll be making a phone call to Baby Boy’s psychiatrist. When we saw him last Friday, one of things we discussed is that he has been rather hyper and unsettled for a couple of months. The doctor suggested we try just the smallest dose possible of Adderall. Just to try and see if it would help. Knowing our family history of being unable to tolerate any form of stimulant, he kept it to the smallest dosage and only Rx’d 3 pills for 3 days. He said we’d know within 24 hrs.
He was right. There is no way in hell I’m going to give him another today or tomorrow or ever again. He hyper focused on an internet game and all seemed to be okay… until last night. He was awake until 23:00 and then slept until 02:25. We’ve both been awake since then. The only positive thing about this trial was that it killed his relentless appetite. See, most atypical anti psychotics have a horrid side-effect of causing a voracious appetite, a hunger that seems impossible to satiate.
One more cup of Java and I should be ready to make the call… I think. I could always email but eyes are blurry as hell just typing this.
This morning, Kate told about her son’s loss of hot tub privileges. We’ve been going through something similar. I started to leave this in her comments but realized it was way too long to be polite in posting it there. I’m sharing her pain. However, for us, it’s not a hot tub.
A couple of weeks before Memorial Day, we picked up one of those cheap snap-set pools for the two youngest. With great warnings from both Joseph and I, we told them that if they put holes in it that were too big to repair with duck-tape, the fun would be over.
For two wonderful weeks, Baby Boy eagerly logged into Time4Learning, did his lessons and the resource worksheets, did his science lessons from the kit we purchased from HomeschoolScience.com and did a couple of history related sheets from LearningPage.com. No arguing, no stubborn, “I don’t want to do school today.” Why? Because he knew as soon as he was done he could put on his swim shorts and go out in the pool. And he would stay in that pool with his various GI Joe action figures, from 13:00 to 18:00, only coming out to re-apply sunscreen. He was calm and content and homeschooling was effortless.
Then, the teenagers decided to do cannon-balls into the pool until the seam split. No amount of patching could hold the water back from the large split seam. Now Joseph is dead set against replacing it. A $10 pool is worth eating a bit of crow in my opinion. Not in his. But I’m still working on wearing him down. I don’t care if we end up replacing it more than once for the peace and ease it brought into our daily routine. To me, it’s worth the parental fight.
Ciao for now.~
There was big news in Macon last night. It seems our local law enforcement had plenty of time to do an undercover sting operation at three spa’s in our little city. Good on them, right? That’s six women no longer whoring themselves.
But just a second. How about the many of us who complain to local law enforcement about know drug dealers in our neighborhood. I’m not talking about those who simply sell a bit of pot but those who are known for heavy drug trafficking in our neighborhoods. Those people whom neighbors have frequently contacted local law enforcement about over the years only to be told time and time again, “Our hand are tied.” “We’ve known but we don’t have the staff to handle it.”
We have known pushers at school bus stops. Neighbors and parents have all informed local law enforcement and school officials. We have kids selling pot and giving away meth at school and on the school busses, but we saved the city from six women offering a happy ending.
Things like this are why I’m happy to have gone to contacts over and above the local level. I just hope they are able to stop these dealers, not to mention the gangs that follow them, soon.
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