A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
It's field day Friday for us. The humidity here is like 99%. We have a 96% chance of rain. I'm so looking forward to this field day thing. Not.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Just curious, but has anyone else noticed the rash of murders where someone takes someone hiking and then someone accidently falls off a cliff? And, of course there is usually some life insurance involved? I mean, I have heard like a bunch of stories like this is the past year!
I loved field day as a kid. Of course we didn't have it till middle school. It was just recess in elementary.
And my kids loved it in elementary school.
Middle school it became the Olympics and they divide the grades into countries and do opening and closing ceremonies.
I went to a few with the kids. It was fun. Usually ended up with being told I could go home if I wanted to.
I took that to mean "mom, your cramping my style". So I would go.
Mellow Mushroom is doing a field day thing. Games, challenges and things.
I miss field day.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I have somehow gotten into the habit of waking up, rolling over and getting comfy and almost falling back asleep right before my alarm goes off. Every morning this week.
Bunny is sleeping over at my moms tomorrow. Husband is going out, so I made plans with a girlfriend.
Monday we are going to the Rush concert. Pretty excited about that.
Miserable week. I am on the condo board. Seems no one paid the gas bill. No hot water on Wednesday. Had to get the gas company to relight the pilots. Was pizzed!
Miserable week. I am on the condo board. Seems no one paid the gas bill. No hot water on Wednesday. Had to get the gas company to relight the pilots. Was pizzed!
I would shoot somebody!
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-- Edited by flan327 on Friday 15th of May 2015 08:59:07 AM
Miserable week. I am on the condo board. Seems no one paid the gas bill. No hot water on Wednesday. Had to get the gas company to relight the pilots. Was pizzed!
I would shoot somebody!
flan
-- Edited by flan327 on Friday 15th of May 2015 08:59:07 AM
Oh, it won't be pretty at the meeting Monday. Call in sick due to no hot water! WTF
Work day here today. Kind of a combo of overcast and sunny here today with a high of 75.
The weekend will be a little busy, finishing the garden, prepping for my mother's visit, shredding lots of old papers, car to shop for AC recharge, and if there is time left, taking inventory of the freezers.
FWM, DH was asking about my new shoes today. He asked if it made a difference in the way my knees feel. I said yes, totally. So now he says he wants to buy me a couple more pairs! He said we might drive to the outlet mall and get some. I'm going to look online though to see if they are on sale there. I'm going to use your phone number if I buy them so you can get the points!
We are celebrating DS's birthday tonight. He is autistic and I thought it would be so neat to surprise him with a small birthday party. Well, I had a parenting fail. BIG TIME. I was making phone calls and going places. I refused to tell him what I was doing. Most "normal" people would have put two and two together. My bday and secrets. But he has to know what's going on. He doesn't work well on sometime tonight or maybe. You have to give him direct answers. And he needs routine. He knew something was up and started panicking. Then his behavior went downhill. He started acting out. When DH got home and saw him he said I needed to just tell him about his birthday surprise because he was to stressed out emotionally over not knowing. I mean he's at possible meltdown point. DH is so good with him. Sometimes better than me. So we sat him down and told him about the small party and everything changed. He's fine now. He knows what's going on and he's okay now. I so failed this one.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
FWM, DH was asking about my new shoes today. He asked if it made a difference in the way my knees feel. I said yes, totally. So now he says he wants to buy me a couple more pairs! He said we might drive to the outlet mall and get some. I'm going to look online though to see if they are on sale there. I'm going to use your phone number if I buy them so you can get the points!
We are celebrating DS's birthday tonight. He is autistic and I thought it would be so neat to surprise him with a small birthday party. Well, I had a parenting fail. BIG TIME. I was making phone calls and going places. I refused to tell him what I was doing. Most "normal" people would have put two and two together. My bday and secrets. But he has to know what's going on. He doesn't work well on sometime tonight or maybe. You have to give him direct answers. And he needs routine. He knew something was up and started panicking. Then his behavior went downhill. He started acting out. When DH got home and saw him he said I needed to just tell him about his birthday surprise because he was to stressed out emotionally over not knowing. I mean he's at possible meltdown point. DH is so good with him. Sometimes better than me. So we sat him down and told him about the small party and everything changed. He's fine now. He knows what's going on and he's okay now. I so failed this one.
Great news on the shoes, NJN! Yee haw for getting more. I've noticed my back feels better, now that I've been wearing them for a couple of weeks!
Well, I can understand why you wanted to surprise him, NJN.
And when his behavior started going South, your husband saw the signs, and stepped in to help.
Good for him!
But, don't beat yourself up over it. Your intentions were good. And no harm was done, in the long run.
I hope your son has a fun birthday party. And that he enjoys his bakery cake!
Thanks. He's excited. He picked pizza for dinner so we're buying him a gluten free pizza from a local pizza place and we bought pizza's at Sam's for the rest of us yesterday.
I really want a pair of pink shoes but I won't buy them. I think I want to get navy and a lighter color.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Thanks. He's excited. He picked pizza for dinner so we're buying him a gluten free pizza from a local pizza place and we bought pizza's at Sam's for the rest of us yesterday.
I really want a pair of pink shoes but I won't buy them. I think I want to get navy and a lighter color.
Sounds like a party, to me!
I think navy and a lighter color sound great, NJN!
Hey, that's what I have. Black, navy, and light gray!
Lexxy, they're called gowalk3 by Sketchers. They are like walking on a cloud! If you have knee/back issues or are on you're feet a lot they're a dream come true. Ours are slip on tennis shoes. I like that they have a totally non slip bottom because I have no balance since my surgery and have fallen a couple times. They are the best shoes.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
These are so cute. I love the pink ones but don't really have anything to wear them with. My daughter got me the black ones for Mothers Day. FWM has black, grey, and navy. They come in a million different colors. They are sooooooooooo comfortable. With my bad knees I can walk a lot more and not hurt.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
FWM, DH was asking about my new shoes today. He asked if it made a difference in the way my knees feel. I said yes, totally. So now he says he wants to buy me a couple more pairs! He said we might drive to the outlet mall and get some. I'm going to look online though to see if they are on sale there. I'm going to use your phone number if I buy them so you can get the points!
We are celebrating DS's birthday tonight. He is autistic and I thought it would be so neat to surprise him with a small birthday party. Well, I had a parenting fail. BIG TIME. I was making phone calls and going places. I refused to tell him what I was doing. Most "normal" people would have put two and two together. My bday and secrets. But he has to know what's going on. He doesn't work well on sometime tonight or maybe. You have to give him direct answers. And he needs routine. He knew something was up and started panicking. Then his behavior went downhill. He started acting out. When DH got home and saw him he said I needed to just tell him about his birthday surprise because he was to stressed out emotionally over not knowing. I mean he's at possible meltdown point. DH is so good with him. Sometimes better than me. So we sat him down and told him about the small party and everything changed. He's fine now. He knows what's going on and he's okay now. I so failed this one.
No fail, just a learning experience. Don't beat yourself up. You're a good mom.
Glad he's fine with it and I hope it's a happy time for all!
Thanks. I just feel pretty bad because I stressed him out without realizing it. And then I would get onto him for acting out. It all could have been avoided. Sigh. My heart was in the right place. Most kids would be thrilled. So yeah, parenting an autistic kid is a whole different ball game.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
One of mine has a little OCD, so I have to handle him differently from his brother. I couldn't figure out why he would flip out every time I told him we were having chicken for dinner. Just a complete meltdown. I used to send him to his room because he would scream at me. Finally during bath time one night, I asked him why he said he hated chicken, when we only have it once a week and once he sees it and eats it, he wants seconds. He said it was because I make it different ways and he never knows which way it will be. So now I tell him how I'm making it and he's fine. But for weeks I had been punishing him for his outbursts when he was just frustrated.
We have had meltdowns that resulted in the police showing up. Not proud of it but it is what it is. No one was hurt or went to jail so I can look back and kinda laugh. When DN lived here we had to up his meds. He had to share his bathroom. We took colored tape and sectioned off the bathroom counter so they each had their space. And everyone had their own color coded bin with all their personal items. And we bought towels in their colors. I know all about OCD. Unfortunately.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Lexxy, if you get your mom those shoes get her some little socklets. I'm not sure of the right name for them but that's what they are. Maybe someone else knows the name. You can find them in the hosiery section. Also Payless sells them. I've bought DN some there before. Basically what they are are little tiny socks that cover your toes, bottom of your foot, and heel. I know a lot of people who wear them with dress flats. It keeps your shoes from becoming stinky because you didn't wear socks. I found once I used the little socklets the shoes were even more comfortable. The shoes would look dumb with regular socks.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
We have had meltdowns that resulted in the police showing up. Not proud of it but it is what it is. No one was hurt or went to jail so I can look back and kinda laugh. When DN lived here we had to up his meds. He had to share his bathroom. We took colored tape and sectioned off the bathroom counter so they each had their space. And everyone had their own color coded bin with all their personal items. And we bought towels in their colors. I know all about OCD. Unfortunately.
Fortunately #1's is not that bad, but it does rear its ugly head at the most inopportune times. I have a little myself, and there are times I need to remind myself to step back.
I do my best to keep the boys separate when it's time to brush teeth, etc. We have a dark red rug in the hallway so I make one sit on the red rug while the other is in the bathroom, and DH sits with him while I'm in the bathroom with the other. In the morning, I make one stay on the rug or better yet, on the bottom step of the stairs until the other comes down then he can go up. I want to separate their bedrooms, but as twins, they aren't quite ready to let go of the other yet.
I wouldn't buy them for her, but I'll let her know about the shoes & socklets. She has really small feet & narrow heels. She has a terrible time finding shoes to fit so she'll have to try them on.
It's been raining all day and is supposed to get worse this afternoon and evening.
DD has a program at school in an hour and after I can check her out. There is something called Jurassic Quest going on at the fairgrounds, I am thinking of taking the kids there this afternoon.
I really need to get my shopping done, but don't want to do it in the rain.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I think it's the same thing that was here this winter.
A cousin took her boys. They had a blast.
Pictures are always encouraged.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
We got rained out! Our favorite river spot got a lot of water from the recent rains, so we put out 5 trot lines, marking them with bright pink flagging tape.
Well, the rain started last night, and it hasn't let up since. We're under a severe flood watch until 3:15 here at the fishing camp, and until 5:30 at home.
Not only could we not "run" our lines, but the river rose so much we wouldn't be able to see the flagging to locate our lines!
And the Blue Bonnet Parade scheduled for tomorrow has been postponed to June 13
We got rained out! Our favorite river spot got a lot of water from the recent rains, so we put out 5 trot lines, marking them with bright pink flagging tape.
Well, the rain started last night, and it hasn't let up since. We're under a severe flood watch until 3:15 here at the fishing camp, and until 5:30 at home.
Not only could we not "run" our lines, but the river rose so much we wouldn't be able to see the flagging to locate our lines!
And the Blue Bonnet Parade scheduled for tomorrow has been postponed to June 13