Reality Me

I am much more together today although I haven’t fully focused on which of the enormous number of tasks I will take on.

Play time over. Groggy wife is upstairs and needs her computer. I must feed her some eggs then get to doing something productive.

I find stats interesting. Sometimes they are bizarre! These are the recent search engine referrers to Tommy’s blog:

Last 20 Searchengine Referrers Unique Visitors

12 Feb, Thu, 14:49:26 pro-corporal punishment for kids

21 Feb, Sat, 09:44:32 Yahoo: boy asperger’s

22 Feb, Sun, 21:51:28 Yahoo: classroom for aspergers teen

03 Mar, Wed, 16:09:41 my milkshake bring all the boy to the yard Huh?

04 Mar, Thu, 14:05:45 Yahoo: asperger “teenage boy”

08 Mar, Mon, 09:12:18 Yahoo: teenage boy room ideas

08 Mar, Mon, 11:31:08 Yahoo: Teenage Boy Behavior

08 Mar, Mon, 15:41:07 Yahoo: Aspergers Speak Loudly

10 Mar, Wed, 18:13:17 Google: teenage+boy+normal+behavior

12 Mar, Fri, 17:03:29 Google: teenage boy masterbate

13 Mar, Sat, 17:00:45 isolation biological baby boy

13 Mar, Sat, 19:29:17 isolation biological boy foot

14 Mar, Sun, 00:28:02 Google: immature boy aspergers

14 Mar, Sun, 08:13:23 Google: milk spilled on gameboy sp

15 Mar, Mon, 21:19:02 MSN Search: teenage aspergers

18 Mar, Thu, 13:23:42 Yahoo: teenage asperger’s

23 Mar, Tue, 10:03:59 Google: pacing assignments and Asperger’s

25 Mar, Thu, 12:19:03 Google: my 14 yr old girlfriend says I make her wet when i french kiss her What?!

25 Mar, Thu, 14:33:05 Google: teenage sarcastic sentences

27 Mar, Sat, 19:21:00 Google: aspergers interrupted

Amy is manic today.

Amy is playing control games with me. “Dada bop!” So I give her the pacificer. And she immediate gets excited and chants “Dada Dada Dada!” and hands the bop back to me. I’m so under her thumb!

I need to record her words. She asked for chocolate syrup to be added to her milk and her pronunciation of “chok liyte” is precious!

She is finally eatting her eggs and toast with jam.

Another random look has be checking out Meadering in malta I’ll have to read through this one and enjoy some travels that I otherwise wouldn’t be able to do.

This reminds me of Robert Silverberg’s Majipoor Chronicles. A fantastic series randomly recommended to me by a strange in a mall because I juggle and the main character juggles also. At one point in the series, Lord Valentine uses a device that allows him to visit recorded memories of people as if he were in their body. Blogging is the early non visual stage of this. Eventually we will move to video snippets of our lives and that will lead to a way to instantly plug those into another person’s mind so that the “memory” can be experienced faster than real time. Imagine getting to live several lifes!

I told Amy “new diaper” and she hyperventilated and run, like a rocket, to hide in her sister’s room. She then peaked out at me with a pixie like grin and cackled loudly.

Amy rises.

Sarah finally finished breakfast.

Sarah is fancying up her hair. I told her she has to eat breakfast first from now on before making her hair fancy.

A New Day!

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This Morning

I slept like a rock last night! A rock with vivid dreams.

I got up and fixed the kids eggs so they could have a good breakfast for TCAPs. Noah wet his pants in the living room. Sarah is dilly dallying to the point that she is going to have to skip breakfast. Tommy is refusing to get up.

Yesterday

Yesterday was totally unproductive as far as trying to aquire new work or accomplishing task around the house. I mostly spent the day playing with Amy. That was fun. The kids came home from school and Tommy went riding his scooter. I was talking with the neighbors and watched him come to a sudden stop and fling himself forward. The chain had popped off and jammed in some bolts on the tire and Tommy went flying foward, dropped to his needs and caught his body mass on the handlebars. He handled the crash well and didn’t cry or overreact until he got in the house. I was at the neighbor’s and watched the whole thing. He calmly and quietly walked home. Apparently he saved everything for when he got in the house; apparently he can’t show emotion unless he has an audience.

I took Amy on the trampoline twice. She loves the “bounce” and says “boing.”

Cathy left for errands and I lost my temper with Noah over his perpetual lying. Noah has a pants wetting problem that I don’t yet know how to curb. It’s not the wetting that bothers me; he will grow out of it; he’s been tested enough at the doctor’s. It’s that he won’t take the time to stop and change his clothes after he does and he tries to lie about it. Playing is more important than taking the time to clean up.

The evening was spent on hamburgers and getting children bathed. Amy and I walked down to a neighbors and socialized then returned home to both head to our individual beds and drop with exhaustion.

I just checked my worth at Human for Sale and am happily valued at : $2,357,860.00.

All interested parties should contact my broker directly.

I have achieved a state of anxiety and panic again. The factors being: 1) no definitive income again – must acquire another contract rapidly 2) overwhelming amount of work to be done around the house 3) no plan – I should have used my planner last night. It’s almost as if I am forgetting to do something important.

The yard needs attention. The peach tree needs to be retransplanted but that probably involves a piece of heavy equipment. Parts of the yard need scrapping and leveling. The french drain needs completion which involves a backhoe and some lintels. And will lead to the repair work on the retaining wall. A word splitter needs renting (that has to happen on a Friday) and lots of wood work needs to be done. Of course, the drought has us in a “no burn” state; no burn permits are being issued. Kids bikes need work. A shed needs to be built. The bathroom drain needs to be snaked. Paperwork paperwork paperwork. More.

A New Day!

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This Morning

Tommy set his watch alarm to go off at 6am. I took the watch and learned how to turn the alarm off. I left him in bed and didn’t give him medicine until 6:30am. At 6:40 I told him to get dressed. At 7 he was just finishing breakfast and as the others and I walked out the door I told him “your bus will be here shortly. I hope you are dressed.”

I dropped the others at school. Returned home to remove contraband from his backpack (in this case, D&D books and dice). And his bus picked him up moments later.

I thought I could grab a few zzs but no rest for the weary. Amy rose and I rose to the occassion. She and I had breakfast and playtime.

Wow! The cat just let Amy lean her chest into the cat. Now Amy is touching her paws and saying loudly “feet feet” oops. Her feelings just got hurt. The cat just batted her hands away–no claws.

Amy sits in my lap now am=nd we are playing a game with her hair barrette. She asks me to put it in her hair then she takes it out. Repeat.

Amy is now wrapped in a blanket that makes her look like a little Yoda. She was playing “nite nite.”

Yesterday

I wasn’t anywhere near a computer to be able to blog! That was wonderful!

The day started out with me tending to the children until I had to leave. I went to a friend’s ranch and we groomed a couple of horses then went riding up the side of the mountain. My friend will be 60 next week and acts like he’s 35. He and I do the aggressive riding that his wife doesn’t enjoy. Rode through this one area with these beautiful rock cliffs about 30-35 feet tall and years of garbage poured down the side. Look like a scene that Arlo Guthrie might sing about. It’d be nice to own that land and clean that area up as a place for meditation! We returned to the ranch, cleaned up the horses and shared some conversation over ice tea.

I returned home to replace the brakes on Tommy’s scooter. I’m still terribly unimpressed with the scooter’s performance and will now make efforts to have it replaced or refunded so we can get a different brand. At least he can ride it now as long as he doesn’t have to climb any hills.

After I was done with the scooter Cathy commented that “she’s not getting the chance to go out” I misinterpretted this as “let’s get everyone out of the house” and we took the crew plus one of Noah’s friends to a park. They had a blast. I had a blast! The 7 year olds and 10 year old ran all over the place. The 13 yr old sat in a tower where he had a good vantage point of the chaos but didn’t have to be involved. And Amy ran and played in the pea gravel and slide on the slides and cackled and had a great time. Afterwards Cathy, Sarah and Tommy were dropped off at Target (general merchandise) and the boys, Amy and I went to Bi-lo (grocery). Amy was so tired that she rode quietly and nicely in the cart the entire time while the boys raced up and down the isles as I sent them on errands. Even the store was good time.