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Nice Songs
make Mondays so much better. This band makes me think of the Beach Boys. It’s a nice little song to start your day.

Have a good day, y’all.

It’s Over, Hooray!

I’m talking about the first week of school. A week that I’ve whined about and wrung my hands over and generally dreaded like the plague only perhaps a little less than the actual plague has in fact, come and gone.

I’m glad it’s over.

All of the worrying over my square pegs came to nothing. I always forget that, as with many square pegs, that they are sort of endearing little folks and that they are in really great schools with some of the nicest people on this earth. Truly.

This won’t keep me from coming up with a First Day of School Cocktail. I told my friend, Denise, that someone should come up with one. She agreed with me that, yes, the need is there.

Maybe we should have a naming contest for this new drink. I vote that we call it A+. Now all I have to do is come up with the concoction. Of course, I have a while…thank goodness the first week of school comes but once a year.

Hope that y’all are having a good weekend.

It’s Over, Hooray!

I’m talking about the first week of school. A week that I’ve whined about and wrung my hands over and generally dreaded like the plague only perhaps a little less than the actual plague has in fact, come and gone.

I’m glad it’s over.

All of the worrying over my square pegs came to nothing. I always forget that, as with many square pegs, that they are sort of endearing little folks and that they are in really great schools with some of the nicest people on this earth. Truly.

This won’t keep me from coming up with a First Day of School Cocktail. I told my friend, Denise, that someone should come up with one. She agreed with me that, yes, the need is there.

Maybe we should have a naming contest for this new drink. I vote that we call it A+. Now all I have to do is come up with the concoction. Of course, I have a while…thank goodness the first week of school comes but once a year.

Hope that y’all are having a good weekend.

It’s Over, Hooray!

I’m talking about the first week of school. A week that I’ve whined about and wrung my hands over and generally dreaded like the plague only perhaps a little less than the actual plague has in fact, come and gone.

I’m glad it’s over.

All of the worrying over my square pegs came to nothing. I always forget that, as with many square pegs, that they are sort of endearing little folks and that they are in really great schools with some of the nicest people on this earth. Truly.

This won’t keep me from coming up with a First Day of School Cocktail. I told my friend, Denise, that someone should come up with one. She agreed with me that, yes, the need is there.

Maybe we should have a naming contest for this new drink. I vote that we call it A+. Now all I have to do is come up with the concoction. Of course, I have a while…thank goodness the first week of school comes but once a year.

Hope that y’all are having a good weekend.

Friday Tunes

Okay, I’m willing to bet that not everyone who reads my blog with dig the Black Keys. Admittedly, they do sort of fall outside of what I ususally go for, music wise. But, I do love R&B, I like some Blues….I just love how they record the instruments. Dan Auerbach’s voice is great. This is bluesy rock with a very deep vibe. Give it a listen, y’all.

Also, I must point out another music site that I really enjoy, the NPR Concert blog. You can listen to whole concerts on here. Awesome. Guess who is going to listen to the Mumford and Sons set that they recorded at Bonnaroo this year while she does her ironing today? That’s right.

Happy Friday, y’all!

Friday Tunes

Okay, I’m willing to bet that not everyone who reads my blog with dig the Black Keys. Admittedly, they do sort of fall outside of what I ususally go for, music wise. But, I do love R&B, I like some Blues….I just love how they record the instruments. Dan Auerbach’s voice is great. This is bluesy rock with a very deep vibe. Give it a listen, y’all.

Also, I must point out another music site that I really enjoy, the NPR Concert blog. You can listen to whole concerts on here. Awesome. Guess who is going to listen to the Mumford and Sons set that they recorded at Bonnaroo this year while she does her ironing today? That’s right.

Happy Friday, y’all!

Friday Tunes

Okay, I’m willing to bet that not everyone who reads my blog with dig the Black Keys. Admittedly, they do sort of fall outside of what I ususally go for, music wise. But, I do love R&B, I like some Blues….I just love how they record the instruments. Dan Auerbach’s voice is great. This is bluesy rock with a very deep vibe. Give it a listen, y’all.

Also, I must point out another music site that I really enjoy, the NPR Concert blog. You can listen to whole concerts on here. Awesome. Guess who is going to listen to the Mumford and Sons set that they recorded at Bonnaroo this year while she does her ironing today? That’s right.

Happy Friday, y’all!

Descriptive Language

I don’t know what it is, but my oldest son had always had a way with words. For instance, when he was little he didn’t call sunset by its name. He called that time of the day the time “when the dark comes down”. Look at it sometime — the dark does come down at sunset. My friend Lori said that her Aunt Riesa says it that way too….I think this is just more evidence that folks with autism just see the world differently. Things I’ve supposedly seen my whole life I SEE better after J describes them to me.

This trait of his is more desirable when he’s describing something beautiful, of course, but everything in the world isn’t lovely, so we get his take on that stuff too, sometimes.

J and I walk the two youngest boys to school every morning. Generally, we like the walk. What he doesn’t like about it right now is that there is a bad odor somewhere along our route. Now, we’re just going to have to take it from J that the odor is there because my nose hasn’t been working at all, lately. (Thanks allergies…Hey, August in Missouri….yet another reason why we’re on the outs, you and me.) So, as we were walking and he was complaining about the smell I told him to breathe through his mouth and that this would help. So he did that for a while but forgot eventually and began breathing through his nose again. Then he would complain and then I would remind him of the solution that we had found. It was a cycle repeated several times. We were nearing the school when he said, “Ah! That smell again. It’s terrible. I think that it just MADE MY EYEBALLS THROW UP!” I said, “Do you mean that the smell is so bad that it is making your eyes water?” He said yes, that was what he meant.

But I was stuck with the previous descriptively stunning remark.

He knows how to put things, that one.

Descriptive Language

I don’t know what it is, but my oldest son had always had a way with words. For instance, when he was little he didn’t call sunset by its name. He called that time of the day the time “when the dark comes down”. Look at it sometime — the dark does come down at sunset. My friend Lori said that her Aunt Riesa says it that way too….I think this is just more evidence that folks with autism just see the world differently. Things I’ve supposedly seen my whole life I SEE better after J describes them to me.

This trait of his is more desirable when he’s describing something beautiful, of course, but everything in the world isn’t lovely, so we get his take on that stuff too, sometimes.

J and I walk the two youngest boys to school every morning. Generally, we like the walk. What he doesn’t like about it right now is that there is a bad odor somewhere along our route. Now, we’re just going to have to take it from J that the odor is there because my nose hasn’t been working at all, lately. (Thanks allergies…Hey, August in Missouri….yet another reason why we’re on the outs, you and me.) So, as we were walking and he was complaining about the smell I told him to breathe through his mouth and that this would help. So he did that for a while but forgot eventually and began breathing through his nose again. Then he would complain and then I would remind him of the solution that we had found. It was a cycle repeated several times. We were nearing the school when he said, “Ah! That smell again. It’s terrible. I think that it just MADE MY EYEBALLS THROW UP!” I said, “Do you mean that the smell is so bad that it is making your eyes water?” He said yes, that was what he meant.

But I was stuck with the previous descriptively stunning remark.

He knows how to put things, that one.

Descriptive Language

I don’t know what it is, but my oldest son had always had a way with words. For instance, when he was little he didn’t call sunset by its name. He called that time of the day the time “when the dark comes down”. Look at it sometime — the dark does come down at sunset. My friend Lori said that her Aunt Riesa says it that way too….I think this is just more evidence that folks with autism just see the world differently. Things I’ve supposedly seen my whole life I SEE better after J describes them to me.

This trait of his is more desirable when he’s describing something beautiful, of course, but everything in the world isn’t lovely, so we get his take on that stuff too, sometimes.

J and I walk the two youngest boys to school every morning. Generally, we like the walk. What he doesn’t like about it right now is that there is a bad odor somewhere along our route. Now, we’re just going to have to take it from J that the odor is there because my nose hasn’t been working at all, lately. (Thanks allergies…Hey, August in Missouri….yet another reason why we’re on the outs, you and me.) So, as we were walking and he was complaining about the smell I told him to breathe through his mouth and that this would help. So he did that for a while but forgot eventually and began breathing through his nose again. Then he would complain and then I would remind him of the solution that we had found. It was a cycle repeated several times. We were nearing the school when he said, “Ah! That smell again. It’s terrible. I think that it just MADE MY EYEBALLS THROW UP!” I said, “Do you mean that the smell is so bad that it is making your eyes water?” He said yes, that was what he meant.

But I was stuck with the previous descriptively stunning remark.

He knows how to put things, that one.