Monday, November 10, 2008

From the heart, for the heart

I know I've talked before about how I'm not a big fan of school fundraising. However, Kiddo is participating in a fundraiser that I fully support. That fundraiser is the Jump Rope for Heart that the American Heart Association does each year. (This is their thirtieth anniversary of Jump Rope for Heart, actually!)

Now, I'm pretty sure that we all know someone who has had their life affected by or even died from heart disease or stroke. Personally, we've lost family members this way. According to the AHA's website,

Coronary heart disease is the No. 1 cause of death in the United States. Stroke is the No. 3 cause of death in the United States and a leading cause of serious disability.

That is why I'm wholeheartedly (um, pun intended) supporting Kiddo's fundraising efforts for this particular event. Kiddo is very excited at the prospect of jumping rope, more than anything else. She loves to jump rope! They've even been learning jump roping skills in P.E. class in preparation. (If you think that jumping rope doesn't take skill, then you've obviously never seen *me* trying to jump!) Since Kiddo is just in kindergarten and doesn't really get the whole "fundraising" part of things so much, I'm leading the charge to help her. Yes, I'm even throwing it out there to the whole, wide blogosphere:

If anyone would like to sponsor Kiddo in Jump for the Heart, please let me know and I will most gladly email you the link to her online donation page. Her school is trying to raise a total of $5,000 which is not completely out of reach, as they raised just over $4,000 last year. I'm hoping Kiddo will help boost them over the $5,000 mark this year!

(Of course, if you have kid(s) jumping for the heart already, don't feel like you need to sponsor mine. I mean, even if you don't have kids, don't feel like you need to sponsor mine. I hate the whole pressure-guilt-obligation feeling thing. I'm just saying, if you do feel like sponsoring Kiddo, we'd be thrilled and grateful, that's all. I also promise not to hit the blogosphere up for any further fundraising efforts this year, too!)

In any event, thanks for reading and the next post will return you to your regularly scheduled ramblings, I promise!

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Duos centum

Well, looky here: in less than a year of blogging, I've reached the 200th post mark. Woo-hoo! I never envisioned how addicted to blogging I would become back when I started this in March, but look at me now - clearly in need of a 12 step program! I've tried to tame my obsession with checking my stats meters not quite as often as I used to, but I still pore over them at least once daily, and I confess that I feel a twinge of jealousy whenever I visit someone's (invariably more clever and chic and witty) blog and see they have more followers than I. I probably should mention those leopard-printed dealers known as SITS who feed my comment need, too - it is in large part due to their site that I have a line of dust bunnies doing the conga under my bed and a mountain of laundry (clean and folded, but not put away) on top of my dresser that is dangerously close to needing an airspace permit...

Looking back at the 199 entries I've written here, there are some recurring themes. I'm a mommy, so there are a good number of Kiddo-related posts, including several about the issues that go along with having a child with special needs (in Kiddo's case, Sensory Processing Disorder) in the public school system, as well as tales of more general mommy woe. There are also non-school related frustrations, like my issues with gym locker rooms, and of course the most navel-gazing posts of all, focusing on my hair and the growing out thereof.

I've also shared my most embarrassing moments with you, my friends in the blogosphere and also every pervy weirdo who does a search using the words nudity, boobs, public, embarrassment, bathing suit and adult. Yes, combinations of those search terms top the list of Google searches that bring a certain element to my page. (To those folks, I extend my apologies for the invariable disappointment you must feel upon stumbling upon my corner of the internet, for talking about my resemblance to a certain great, white whale isn't exactly what you were looking for when you clicked on my link, were you...) Of course, retyping those words has now no doubt boosted me back up to the top of the search engine results anew...

I've rambled on at length here about various subjects, from my crush on George Clooney to my love of gardening (but hatred of the voles), books (as I'm an avowed bookworm), movies, television and music. Heck, I've even talked about the weather - more than once! I've shared the occasional recipe, given vacation reports and talked about my various things and neuroses. I've confessed to being a child of the 80s (and with pride!) I've talked about adoption a few times, family and parenting more often (including how conservative I seem to be as a mom) and rambled about life in general. I think "rambling" would be the key to this blog of mine...

And yet, I was stuck, wondering what to do for the big 200th post. Total blogger's block. I did the 100 things about me for my 100th and I don't think I could come up with an additional 100, much less 200. I decided I'd just reflect back on these past months of blogging and give myself a bloggy makeover too. For this makeover (budget: $0), I went the DIY route, wanting something simpler and more unique to me - can't get more unique than DIY! Alas, while messing about with the template HTML, I managed to delete my little footprints favicon, and I've tried several different things to replace it, all to no avail. I'm totally bummed that I'm now stuck with the Blogger Orange B again instead of those cute, little feet. Other than that one snafu, I am pretty pleased with the overall look at this point. It's not too flashy, but I was feeling like being a bit more understated so there ya go. (And by the by, those teeny footprints? They're scaled-down versions of Kiddo's footprints, taken when she was a newborn in the NICU.)

There I sat at my computer, staring at the screen, wondering what to do for this momentous post, and ultimately? I procrastinated. I'm great at procrastination. I played Wordscraper and Scramble over on Facebook. I blogsurfed and blogsurfed and blogsurfed some more. When it began feeling like I really needed to get to work, I diverted myself with my ongoing quest to turn a picture of our crazy cat into a Lolcat for I Can Has Cheezburger? which is a site that never fails to make me, well, LOL. Over the past several months, I've taken many a photo of the crazy cat, all with the intention of capturing something Lolcat-worthy. I've tempted her with treats, dangled bits of string and toys in front of her (the invisible cat pics are some of the funniest to me), had Kiddo chase her around the house, anything I could think of to garner a good Lolcat picture.

So, while procrastinating, I went through the vast Crazy Cat Picture archives (not quite enough to rival my Kiddo pictures, but definitely more pictures than the average person should have of their cat) and came up with the top photos that might make a good Lolcat entry. I lined 'em up on my screen and looked at them, waiting for the perfect caption to pop into my head. Whaddya know - instead of getting either the 200th post or my ultimate LOLcat picture done, I became doubly stuck. Finally, I decided that what I would do is put my picture options up here on this 200th post and throw it open to anyone out there, bloggy buddies or random pervy internet searchers to help me come up with a winning Lolcat caption.

Here, in no particular order, are the best contenders for making an official Lolcat out of our crazy kitty:

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Whaddya think? Anyone have a brilliant lolspeak caption for one of these to help me realize one of my big dreams in life (admittedly, a somewhat smaller dream than my dreams of George Clooney - or Alan Rickman or Eddie Izzard..., being a seat-filler at the Oscars, winning the lottery or becoming a published writer).....?

Thursday, November 6, 2008

I'm going slightly mad....

So, yesterday was day two of Kiddo's new sensory diet aide. (Monday was day one, then Tuesday there was no school.) Well, Kiddo came home bouncing off the walls, which made my afternoon plan of taking Kiddo to the post office and butcher shop with me a bad idea in hindsight. Kiddo went from banging around in line at the PO to literally spinning in circles at the butcher's - way beyond typical 5 year old behavior, we're talking a disregulated sensory system kind of a thing. Behavior that shouldn't be happening with Kiddo getting her complete sensory diet as set in her IEP and for which the aide was hired to administer.

When we got home, I looked in Kiddo's notebook where the aide is supposed to complete the checklist sheet for each part of her sensory diet each time it is done. It was only checked off ONCE. I was more than a little WTF? about it, so I asked Kiddo how many times she had her SD yesterday. She confirmed once in the morning. I hopped on the computer and emailed her teacher to see if I could get confirmation of the SD not being done three times and if there was any explanation as to why, and then later wound up just calling her teacher instead (because, you know, her teacher doesn't exactly linger at school all afternoon and evening waiting for me to email...).

Well, I just heard back from Kiddo's teacher that Kiddo and the notebook were accurate; she only had her SD *once* yesterday.

Now, this aide was specifically hired to work with Kiddo. Her primary job responsibility is to DO THE FLIPPING SENSORY DIET THREE TIMES A DAY. I explained the importance of this to her when I met her Monday morning. Kiddo's OT explained the importance of this to her on Monday morning as well (I was standing right there at the time). I reiterated the importance of it again before I left on Monday. So, how the heck could she NOT DO the MAIN THING she was hired to do on the SECOND DAY of work?!? Kiddo does not need an "aide" aide; by which I mean she doesn't need someone shadowing her every move - she doesn't require that level of assistance. She is eminently capable of doing everything herself outside of the sensory stuff. Yes, the aide is supposed to function as a second set of eyes for the teacher where Kiddo is concerned and provide extra sensory input/support if Kiddo is acting disregulated. (You know, like leaping off the top step of the bus and crashing into me or spinning around in circles and banging into displays at the butcher shop...) That is her secondary job function, with her primary job function being to take Kiddo down to the therapy room not once, not twice, but THRICE a day for her sensory diet.

I am fairly sure that by this point, Kiddo's teacher is just as frustrated as Hubby and I are with this whole thing. I am afraid I'm turning into a thorn in the teacher's side as well, which I so do not want to be - it's just that the teacher is the only one who gives me any information.  At the rate we're going, we'll have to get Kiddo's teacher a weeklong trip to Hawaii for the holidays - we're getting way beyond "gift card" level here!

So, now I'm waiting to see how Kiddo is this afternoon. I'm planning to take her outside and let her run herself ragged, as it is nice and sunny again today. I'm hoping she is on an even keel (her teacher did report that Kiddo was on her way for her SD when she emailed me earlier this afternoon) and that she gets her sensory diet completely, as she needs it. As, you know, her IEP says she should, and as, you know, they specifically hired this woman to do.

In the meantime, in lieu of a nice, solid brick wall against which to bang my head repeatedly, I'm going to take some deep breaths and maybe a walk around the block outside myself, because I seriously think I am going slightly mad from all this. How hard is it to follow a kindergartener's IEP??? AAAAAAAAARGH!!



Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Walking on Sunshine

Despite it being early November, a time of year when it is much more common for us to be shivering in our winter coats and scraping frost and clearing snow off our cars in this corner of New York state, today is going to be the second day in a row with sunshine and temps in the low 70s.

To that I say a hearty WOO-HOO!!!

Yesterday, Kiddo and I spent a good part of the afternoon outdoors at the park. She ran herself ragged on the playground. Today, I sent her to school in a short-sleeved shirt (with a lightweight jacket, as it was only in the 50s at 8am). I'm sure they'll be outside at school today, too - we've got to soak up the rays while we can!! I've got all the windows open and the furnace is off (another unusual occurrence for November) and I'm loving all the sun! I wish I could take you all out for a delightful picnic lunch (think of it - the ants, ticks, mosquitoes and yellow jackets are mostly gone for the season, so no need for any Deep Woods Off, even!) but I'll have to content myself with hanging out on my deck in short sleeves eating leftover Halloween candy. I think instead of going to the gym, I'm going to take a nice, long walk outside instead.

All in all, it is a glorious, glorious day today, and I'm just HAPPY. Cheers everyone!!


Yes, we did!

Our next president's speech late last night, for those of you who might've missed it:

If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.

It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen, by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different, that their voices could be that difference.

It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states.

We are, and always will be, the United States of America.

It's the answer that led those who've been told for so long by so many to be cynical and fearful and doubtful about what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.

It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this date in this election at this defining moment change has come to America.

A little bit earlier this evening, I received an extraordinarily gracious call from Sen. McCain.

Sen. McCain fought long and hard in this campaign. And he's fought even longer and harder for the country that he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine. We are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader.

I congratulate him; I congratulate Gov. Palin for all that they've achieved. And I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.

I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart, and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on the train home to Delaware, the vice president-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.

And I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last 16 years the rock of our family, the love of my life, the nation's next first lady Michelle Obama.

Sasha and Malia I love you both more than you can imagine. And you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us to the new White House.

And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother's watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight. I know that my debt to them is beyond measure.

To my sister Maya, my sister Alma, all my other brothers and sisters, thank you so much for all the support that you've given me. I am grateful to them.

And to my campaign manager, David Plouffe, the unsung hero of this campaign, who built the best -- the best political campaign, I think, in the history of the United States of America.

To my chief strategist David Axelrod who's been a partner with me every step of the way.

To the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.

But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to. It belongs to you. It belongs to you.

I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington. It began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston. It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give $5 and $10 and $20 to the cause.

It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep.

It drew strength from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on doors of perfect strangers, and from the millions of Americans who volunteered and organized and proved that more than two centuries later a government of the people, by the people, and for the people has not perished from the Earth.

This is your victory.

And I know you didn't do this just to win an election. And I know you didn't do it for me.

You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime -- two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century.

Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us.

There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after the children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage or pay their doctors' bills or save enough for their child's college education.

There's new energy to harness, new jobs to be created, new schools to build, and threats to meet, alliances to repair.

The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there.

I promise you, we as a people will get there.

There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as president. And we know the government can't solve every problem.

But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And, above all, I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation, the only way it's been done in America for 221 years -- block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.

What began 21 months ago in the depths of winter cannot end on this autumn night.

This victory alone is not the change we seek. It is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were.

It can't happen without you, without a new spirit of service, a new spirit of sacrifice.

So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism, of responsibility, where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves but each other.

Let us remember that, if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers.

In this country, we rise or fall as one nation, as one people. Let's resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long.

Let's remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House, a party founded on the values of self-reliance and individual liberty and national unity.

Those are values that we all share. And while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress.

As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, we are not enemies but friends. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection.

And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices. I need your help. And I will be your president, too.

And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces, to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of the world, our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand.

To those -- to those who would tear the world down: We will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security: We support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright: Tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope.

That's the true genius of America: that America can change. Our union can be perfected. What we've already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.

This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight's about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing: Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.

She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons -- because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.

And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America -- the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.

At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.

When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.

When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.

She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can.

A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination.

And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.

Yes we can.

America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves -- if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?

This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.

This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can.

Thank you. God bless you. And may God bless the United States of America.

(Transcript from cnn.com)

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Life in our house...

Life in our house with the constantly talking Kiddo is quite often a really bizarre cross between living in an episode of the Chris Farley Show and living with a 24-7 play-by-play/color commentary team - a highly excited, overly descriptive team. (For you Simpsons fans, I mean a play-by-play team like the Spanish announcers in that soccer game riot episode from several years back - I tried to find it online for a point of reference but alas, it didn't turn up.) Kiddo is constantly reminiscing about things that happened entire moments ago, reliving them and reminding us about what transpired, even though (a) we were all there and (b) it just happened. It can be really hilarious but also really, really annoying, especially when she does it repeatedly in a short period of time.

An example, taken from a family dinner with all three of us gathered around the table:

Kiddo: "Hey, Daddy, remember when I was reaching for my glass of milk? And you said 'Watch out or you'll spill the milk, buster' to me? And then I almost spilled it but Mommy said 'Whoa Nelly!' and grabbed it? That was a close one, huh?"

(This all being said as my hand is still retracting from righting the tipping glass...)


Hubby: "Yes, Kiddo, I remember."

Kiddo: "Yeah, you called me BUSTER. That was so FUNNY!"

Hubby: *unintelligible grunting noise along with the tiniest of eye rolls in my direction*

Kiddo: "Hey Mommy, you know what? I almost spilled my milk and then Daddy called me BUSTER. Isn't that funny? That's so funny!"

Mommy: "Yeah, I know, I was there, sweetie."

Kiddo: "I almost spilled my milk and Daddy called me Buster and then YOU said 'Whoa Nelly!' *shakes head in nostalgic, reminiscing overload* That was a close one...."

It's kind of a "you had to be there" sort of thing, I'm realizing as I type it out. Anyhow, like I said, it is a weird mix of hilarity (when it veers more towards the Chris Farley end of things) and really, really annoying.

Anyone else live with their own mutant, morphed manifestation of Chris Farley and Howard Cosell, or is it just our own five year (whoops - almost five and a half) old?




Hey, Americans: GET OUT AND VOTE!



I just got back from exercising my right to vote. (I could've exercised my legs and walked the half mile to the polling place, but boy, that'd just be a lot of dang exercise first thing in the morning...) The polls opened at 6am and I arrived at 6:03. Big crowds - much bigger than usual. As someone who always votes in every primary and election and someone who has voted in the same polling place for the past 9 years, I was a little surprised to see the crowds that early. I mean, I usually just walk right in and vote! But, that is a GOOD THING and I'm hoping it continues...... I was number 16 for my district, and Hubby, who drove over there as soon as I got home, was number 46. There've been times when I've gone to vote midafternoon and been closer to 16 than 46 in the past, so I think that is a promising sign.

Anyhow, if you are an American and you are eligible to vote, PLEASE DO! If you need further encouragement, please check out my bloggy pal Smoochiefrog's post here about some delicious incentives for folks who vote today.

And, because it's my blog - GO OBAMA!

Monday, November 3, 2008

I want to be hopeful...

I really, really want to be hopeful and optimistic here. You see, I just got back from meeting the new, supposedly permanent aide that the school has *finally* managed to hire to work with Kiddo for her sensory diet. Today was this woman's first day. She has no actual work experience in terms of providing sensory support to children; from what I hear her last job was a lunchroom monitor position at one of the other district schools. I'm cool with that, after all I didn't have any experience in providing sensory support to children prior to Kiddo either. I am wondering, however, exactly what and how much she was told about this specific position for which she was hired... it sure didn't seem like much when I met with her this morning. The OT (whom I adore - we've been so lucky in the OTs we've worked with over the years) and I demonstrated how to do Kiddo's sensory diet, going through all the steps. I added extra explanation and gave her a nutshell description of SPD - mostly in terms of how it affects Kiddo, and also offered to give the aide some materials on SPD, which she said she'd like, so those will be going to school in Kiddo's backpack on Wednesday. (No school tomorrow.) She does have some personal, life experience with children with special needs, as she told me her son (now an adult) has Tourette's, so that should at least give her some good insight into things.

Why is it, then, that I'm not leaping for joy over this match? Maybe the way that she seemed surprised to hear that Kiddo is not cognitively impaired in any way - because that makes me wonder what she may've been told and how misinformed she was. (Please note: I am in no way denigrating those children who are DD or MR; I only mean to explain that in Kiddo's case, this is not the issue at hand, yet the aide seemed to think it was.) When I explained that Kiddo, for example, is eminently capable of eating her lunch all on her own (this after I witnessed another aide literally spoon-feeding Kiddo her yogurt in the lunchroom the other week, which made my jaw drop, as Kiddo's been able to feed herself since she was a baby) she seemed surprised to hear that news. So, like I said, I wonder exactly what this woman was told in terms of Kiddo's abilities, challenges and needs. I wonder and I worry about how this is going to go.

Kiddo's IEP is very clearly written. The *only* thing for which she needs assistance, and the *only* thing for which the aide is required, is her sensory stuff. This means doing her five step sensory diet (swinging, yoga, body sock, bear walk and deep pressure) three times each day and keeping an eye on Kiddo in the classroom to see if she needs any extra sensory input - things like her air cushion to sit on or putting on her pressure vest. She doesn't need help picking out which crayon to use, or eating her yogurt, or anything else. The fact that this new aide seemed surprised to hear that makes me worry. I don't know if she has a preexisting relationship with any of the staff at the school that may have led to her being misinformed about Kiddo's needs or what. (There certainly are some misconceptions about Kiddo's abilities and needs, despite attempts by her team and I to correct them. This is the actualization of the fear that some folks have about their child being "labeled" as special needs - people assume "special needs" to mean one thing that it doesn't necessarily mean, and can't get past their incorrect preconceptions. I didn't want to be one of those parents who worried about the labels - the goal here is to get Kiddo the support she needs so she can be successful in school. Unfortunately, just because I wanted to be optimistic about the whole "classified/label" issue, there are people who give credence to those concerns, which just makes me want to beat my head against the wall some more.)

I just really hope that she turns out to "get" Kiddo and catches on to her sensory needs quickly. I hope that she *likes* Kiddo and I hope that she has the energy and general wherewithal to work with Kiddo successfully. I hope that this works out, because it is now the ninth week of school and it is high time that the school has someone in place and can finally comply with Kiddo's IEP and meet her needs. I am a little leery that this woman (who was, by my best count, at least the FIFTH person offered the job) was just hired because she was willing to take the job and not necessarily due to her qualifications or because she'll be a good fit in the position or with Kiddo. There, I said it. I'm afraid she is just a willing, warm body so the school can say they are in compliance.

I hate not feeling more hopeful about this. I want this to work, I want this woman to be kind, aware, quick on the uptake, able to do what needs to be done. I want her to "get it" and get Kiddo and be a help and a support so that Kiddo won't have to struggle with a disregulated sensory system in school any more. I want her to be more than a warm body who fills a requirement. I guess I'm not as optimistic as I was the first day of school because of all the nonsense that has occurred since then. (Oh, I didn't even mention that I was NEVER informed by anyone in the administration *or* at the Special Ed office that this woman had been hired and was starting today, and not because I haven't repeatedly asked to be kept informed, either. I found out, once again, from "unofficial" sources who shouldn't have been the first to tell me. Seriously, WTF?) There seems to be a LOT more concern about not getting blamed for the noncompliance, for not taking the heat for the screw-ups than there is for doing what is best for the student with the IEP. That's why I'm worried that this aide wasn't hired for any reason other than to get the school in compliance by having a person in the job. That's why I'm not as optimistic or hopeful as I should be. At the same time, I don't want to prejudge this woman. I don't want a less than stellar first impression and my ongoing issues with the school to color my perspective. To quote Fox Mulder, I want to believe. I want to believe that this woman can handle things, can learn quickly, can do what needs to be done and meet Kiddo's needs. I'm hoping and praying it works out, but I'm just not as hopeful as I might be. *sigh*

I guess there's nothing more I can do but wait and see what happens...

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Three Dozen

My hubby, my best friend, my love, my partner, my rock was born three dozen years ago today. I consider myself to be the luckiest woman to have shared a life with him for over 16 years now. So, shouting it from my cyber-rooftop for all the world to hear:

Happy birthday, honey, I love you!


No one Gets Me But U
by Magne F


Everybody says that I’m too tightly wired
Everyone thinks I’m too high strung
Everyone knows what I should do

But no one gets me

Everyone’s afraid of missing the action
Everybody wants their lives to be touched
Everybody wants to get it together

But no one gets me


Everybody has you over for dinner

But no one really stays in touch

Everyone knows that less is more

But we all want it too much


Everybody says what’s on their mind
But no one really thinks it through

Everyone feels they know what I need

But no one gets me but you


Everybody knows the game is rigged

Everyone says it’s a curse

Everyone knows the asking price

But never what it’s worth


Everyone has too much on their plate
Everyone argues their fate

Everyone knows it’s worth their while

But no one wants to wait

Everybody
’s taking it to the streets
But no one brings it home

Everybody needs a helping hand
'Cause nobody walks it alone

Everybody plays to win

'Cause nobody likes to lose

Everyone knows what I must to do

But no one gets me but you

Every dreamer needs a doer to get things done...

No one gets me, no one gets me but you

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Spreading the love Saturday

It isn't just the sugar high talking here, I really do need to spread some serious blogosphere love around! I've been the beneficiary of oodles of blog bling lately, and I simply must show it off, give my thanks and pass it along. So (and I'm not saying I *don't* have a bit of a sugar buzz going on, mind you), here are the awards I've recently received:

MomTo1 (who has another one on the way) bestowed this award upon me (that I'd been more than a wee bit covetous of seeing it 'round the blogosphere as I have!):

Next, Meaghan, who beat advanced cervical cancer AND now has a new coffee shop that is donating money raised from the shop towards the fight to end cancer, gave me this:


For this award, I have to tell you some things that make me happy. Well, it's hard to narrow it down and also not to sound trite, but...

- My daughter. Kiddo is the light of my life.
- My husband. My best friend and I consider myself lucky and blessed every day to be his wife.
- Music. Hard to be down when you're listening to upbeat music, now isn't it? And hey, if you don't want to be happy, there's music for that too, which then should make you happy that you found sad/angry music to match your sad/angry mood...
- Books. Books make me happy. Sure, these days I read more children's books than grown-up ones, but even those make me happy. We're currently reading the first Paddington book with Kiddo, and just finished one of the Ramona books. Rereading these books, ones I enjoyed so much as a child, well, that's a little piece of happiness right there, as well as seeing Kiddo's delight in hearing them for the first time.
- Leftover Halloween candy. Okay, this one is a wee bit shallow, but today, I'm sure happy that we have oodles of chocolaty goodness in the big, blue Tupperware bowl up on top of the fridge!

And last but not least,
Twisted Lisa, who cracks me up on a regular basis, gave me this one:



First of all, a big, huge, heartfelt THANKS to the three of you lovely ladies for the awards. You make me feel like Sally Field when she won her second Oscar back in '85... *mwah* You all rock! Everyone should please drop by their blogs and check them out, and if you're feeling the need for a cuppa joe, be sure to swing by Meaghan's Get the Bean shop, too. What's better than coffee for a cause?

Now, time to spread the love around!!

I'd like to honor the following fantabulous bloggers (*drumroll please*)

Kristin at Give me a minute, I'll come up with something,
Debbie at Suburb Sanity
and
Andy at Today's the Day!

get this one:

Carrie at Oikology 101,
Paige at Malfunction Junction
and
NikkiCrumpet at Blah, Blah, Blah, blog

get this one:


and

Eudea-Mamia at Life, Liberty and the Pursuit...,
Smoochiefrog at In the Mind of a Thirtysomething Mom
and Kiki at flibbertiggibbet (even though every single time I read her blog title, this song from the Sound of Music gets embedded in my head for hours)

get this one:


Enjoy your bling and spread the love, ladies! I'd share some of our leftover Halloween candy with you too, but I can't fit it through the USB port....