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Squishy
My oldest son and I were sitting on the couch last night just after the other boys had gone to bed. J was waiting to get in the bathroom. This is a ritual of his. Every night, he comes up from his bedroom, usually after the bedtime music is over and asks to go to the bathroom. So, while we were sitting there on the couch — and I must say that I was really, really slouching more than sitting — he looked over at me and observed, “Mom, you look all squishy.” Lovely. I’m assuming that he was referring to my slouching mid-section, but, to tell you the truth, I didn’t really qualify with him where my squishiness was occurring because I didn’t want to know. And, of course, I didn’t blame him for saying it. He is a boy with autism and they are truth-tellers. Telling lies is difficult or impossible for him. And that is, most of the time, a good thing.

Later, Jon asked me if I wanted some ice cream and I said no because J had deemed me squishy. And Jon laughed and laughed. I did, too.

Now I’m thinking that I must fight the battle of the squish before it gets out of hand. So I’m coming up with a war plan and I’m thinking that eliminating eating while standing up in my kitchen will be the first plan of attack.

I’ll keep you posted.

Squishy
My oldest son and I were sitting on the couch last night just after the other boys had gone to bed. J was waiting to get in the bathroom. This is a ritual of his. Every night, he comes up from his bedroom, usually after the bedtime music is over and asks to go to the bathroom. So, while we were sitting there on the couch — and I must say that I was really, really slouching more than sitting — he looked over at me and observed, “Mom, you look all squishy.” Lovely. I’m assuming that he was referring to my slouching mid-section, but, to tell you the truth, I didn’t really qualify with him where my squishiness was occurring because I didn’t want to know. And, of course, I didn’t blame him for saying it. He is a boy with autism and they are truth-tellers. Telling lies is difficult or impossible for him. And that is, most of the time, a good thing.

Later, Jon asked me if I wanted some ice cream and I said no because J had deemed me squishy. And Jon laughed and laughed. I did, too.

Now I’m thinking that I must fight the battle of the squish before it gets out of hand. So I’m coming up with a war plan and I’m thinking that eliminating eating while standing up in my kitchen will be the first plan of attack.

I’ll keep you posted.

Squishy
My oldest son and I were sitting on the couch last night just after the other boys had gone to bed. J was waiting to get in the bathroom. This is a ritual of his. Every night, he comes up from his bedroom, usually after the bedtime music is over and asks to go to the bathroom. So, while we were sitting there on the couch — and I must say that I was really, really slouching more than sitting — he looked over at me and observed, “Mom, you look all squishy.” Lovely. I’m assuming that he was referring to my slouching mid-section, but, to tell you the truth, I didn’t really qualify with him where my squishiness was occurring because I didn’t want to know. And, of course, I didn’t blame him for saying it. He is a boy with autism and they are truth-tellers. Telling lies is difficult or impossible for him. And that is, most of the time, a good thing.

Later, Jon asked me if I wanted some ice cream and I said no because J had deemed me squishy. And Jon laughed and laughed. I did, too.

Now I’m thinking that I must fight the battle of the squish before it gets out of hand. So I’m coming up with a war plan and I’m thinking that eliminating eating while standing up in my kitchen will be the first plan of attack.

I’ll keep you posted.

Happy Memorial Day
I hope that a good Memorial Day is being had by all of you.

Memorial Day means the start of summer for us. And, summer beginning means, among other things, that I need to get some new sunglasses. Now, in years past, I actually cared about sunglasses. Those days are gone. Now all I care about is having some sunglasses that are dark enough to block out lots of sun and plain enough to not make me burst out laughing when I catch a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. A couple of years ago, my dear mother donated one of her pairs of sunglasses to me when she found out that I didn’t have any. The particular pair that she gave me looked like they came straight from the face of J-Lo. And, while they looked fine on me (oval- shaped face = wear nearly any kind of glasses) the glasses themselves were so very glamorous that they seriously clashed with my chinos-and-a-t-shirt look. And, a very little part of me wondered what my neighbors thought when they saw me wearing them. They probably thought that I was trying to be stylish *for once* while the truth was that I’m just frugal. Free sunglasses are my favorite kind of sunglasses. So, other’s opinions of me aside, if I could locate the J-Lo shades, they would be just the ticket to me saving 10 bucks this summer, but since I can’t find them I got some new sunglasses at Marshall’s. They are very plain and very dark brown. They also don’t make me laugh hysterically at my reflection in the rearview mirror — a real plus when it comes to operating a car loaded down with precious blond eccentric boys.

Happy Memorial Day
I hope that a good Memorial Day is being had by all of you.

Memorial Day means the start of summer for us. And, summer beginning means, among other things, that I need to get some new sunglasses. Now, in years past, I actually cared about sunglasses. Those days are gone. Now all I care about is having some sunglasses that are dark enough to block out lots of sun and plain enough to not make me burst out laughing when I catch a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. A couple of years ago, my dear mother donated one of her pairs of sunglasses to me when she found out that I didn’t have any. The particular pair that she gave me looked like they came straight from the face of J-Lo. And, while they looked fine on me (oval- shaped face = wear nearly any kind of glasses) the glasses themselves were so very glamorous that they seriously clashed with my chinos-and-a-t-shirt look. And, a very little part of me wondered what my neighbors thought when they saw me wearing them. They probably thought that I was trying to be stylish *for once* while the truth was that I’m just frugal. Free sunglasses are my favorite kind of sunglasses. So, other’s opinions of me aside, if I could locate the J-Lo shades, they would be just the ticket to me saving 10 bucks this summer, but since I can’t find them I got some new sunglasses at Marshall’s. They are very plain and very dark brown. They also don’t make me laugh hysterically at my reflection in the rearview mirror — a real plus when it comes to operating a car loaded down with precious blond eccentric boys.

Happy Memorial Day
I hope that a good Memorial Day is being had by all of you.

Memorial Day means the start of summer for us. And, summer beginning means, among other things, that I need to get some new sunglasses. Now, in years past, I actually cared about sunglasses. Those days are gone. Now all I care about is having some sunglasses that are dark enough to block out lots of sun and plain enough to not make me burst out laughing when I catch a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. A couple of years ago, my dear mother donated one of her pairs of sunglasses to me when she found out that I didn’t have any. The particular pair that she gave me looked like they came straight from the face of J-Lo. And, while they looked fine on me (oval- shaped face = wear nearly any kind of glasses) the glasses themselves were so very glamorous that they seriously clashed with my chinos-and-a-t-shirt look. And, a very little part of me wondered what my neighbors thought when they saw me wearing them. They probably thought that I was trying to be stylish *for once* while the truth was that I’m just frugal. Free sunglasses are my favorite kind of sunglasses. So, other’s opinions of me aside, if I could locate the J-Lo shades, they would be just the ticket to me saving 10 bucks this summer, but since I can’t find them I got some new sunglasses at Marshall’s. They are very plain and very dark brown. They also don’t make me laugh hysterically at my reflection in the rearview mirror — a real plus when it comes to operating a car loaded down with precious blond eccentric boys.

My Handy Husband
You know, I think that my own lack of ability to fix mechanical things make me appreciate my husband even more. He doesn’t think that it is a big deal when he installs a new toilet, hooks up all kinds of electronics, and fixes DVD players. And, I don’t think that it is false modesty on his part. He really thinks that anyone could fix all of the stuff that he knows how to fix. The reason for this is that he just has a vast reservoir of mechanical knowledge and know-how that he can’t even recognize because it is a part of him. But, I think that it is a very big deal. Last night, he put a new motor in our DVD player. This is major because we will have no drama from the children today concerning a non-working player *and* we will not have to find the money to buy a new one.

Handy husbands reduce stress and reduce expenditures, too. I highly recommend having one around. 🙂

My Handy Husband
You know, I think that my own lack of ability to fix mechanical things make me appreciate my husband even more. He doesn’t think that it is a big deal when he installs a new toilet, hooks up all kinds of electronics, and fixes DVD players. And, I don’t think that it is false modesty on his part. He really thinks that anyone could fix all of the stuff that he knows how to fix. The reason for this is that he just has a vast reservoir of mechanical knowledge and know-how that he can’t even recognize because it is a part of him. But, I think that it is a very big deal. Last night, he put a new motor in our DVD player. This is major because we will have no drama from the children today concerning a non-working player *and* we will not have to find the money to buy a new one.

Handy husbands reduce stress and reduce expenditures, too. I highly recommend having one around. 🙂

My Handy Husband
You know, I think that my own lack of ability to fix mechanical things make me appreciate my husband even more. He doesn’t think that it is a big deal when he installs a new toilet, hooks up all kinds of electronics, and fixes DVD players. And, I don’t think that it is false modesty on his part. He really thinks that anyone could fix all of the stuff that he knows how to fix. The reason for this is that he just has a vast reservoir of mechanical knowledge and know-how that he can’t even recognize because it is a part of him. But, I think that it is a very big deal. Last night, he put a new motor in our DVD player. This is major because we will have no drama from the children today concerning a non-working player *and* we will not have to find the money to buy a new one.

Handy husbands reduce stress and reduce expenditures, too. I highly recommend having one around. 🙂

For Your Information
Did you know that a bourbon and coke made with cherry coke tastes like cough syrup gone bad? Well, now you do. I made one last night and it was terrible.

I’m off to paint a bookshelf. It is one of 2 projects that I absolutely must have done before the boys come home from school for the summer. They finish their semester next week. NEXT WEEK. Sigh.

Have a good Friday, all.