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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I'd kept a paper journal for years, so I thought I'd try this out and see how it works. I must say, I'm rather liking it!! Here's some background stuff. I'm in my 40's, doing the single mom thing with a 10 yo son. My son has ADHD, ODD and was also diagnosed with high functioning autism. He can be a challenge, but he can also be pure joy. This is my safe place. I come here to vent my frustrations, celebrate my victories, share a recipe or two and make new friends. I like it here. I hope you do too. Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| This morning, we were getting ready to leave, and Joe was being slow getting moving. "Please go get in the car, Son" <blank stare> "Son, it's time to leave" <blank stare> "Son, What are you doing???" <deep sigh> "Mom, it's called a dramatic pause!!!" "I'm going to SHOW you dramatic, if you don't go get in the car!!!" Dramatic pause, my ass. Gotta give the kid credit. It was a most creative response. After that, who needs a quote? Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| I need to vent about something that happened today. Today I was in the Training Room all day training an employee who recently promoted on how to use one of the computer systems needed to work her caseload. So, her and I are in there, our heads together, me teaching, and her learning. If we had not minded interruptions, we would have simply worked in my cubicle, but we wanted no interruptions, so we we reserved the training room, and an email was sent to all staff members in advance, informing them that the room was reserved for training. Any reasonable person who saw us working in there would have thought, "Oh, they must not want to be bothered, I'll leave them alone." But, what actually happened, is that people would just walk in, and say, "I saw it was just you two in here, and didn't think you would mind being interrupted." My response was, "yeah, that's why we're in here and not at our desks." I mean, God forbid that we were in the Training Room for f***ing TRAINING!!!! It doesn't matter if it's two people or a class of 40. The purpose of the Training Room is to be able to work uninterrupted. I was very disappointed at the lack of courtesy and respect. I found it to be very unprofessional, and just down right rude. I have reserved the room for several more days in the future to do training. I'm not one to be rude to others often, but if this inconsiderate behavior continues, I will totally go off on someone and then they will ALL know that I DO mind having the training interrupted. Maybe I'll follow up my tirade with an email about training room etiquette. My email would include a statement about how it is not ok to press one's nose against the glass window on the door just to "see what we are doing in there." I already know that a "do not disturb" sign won't work. It will only envoke more curiousity. Besides, I believe that the email sent advising all staff of the training was sufficient. I haven't spoken with my supervisor about it yet. I'll wait to see if this continues. If it does, I may go talk to her about it, or maybe I'll just open up a can on the offender and make an example out of them. I really don't like going into bitch mode. It's not my nature. Yet, as long as I allow them to think that it's ok, they will continue to do it. Today's quote comes courtesy of Dr. Phil: You teach others how to treat you. Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| Today was a wonderful, beautiful day. No big dramas, life is good! That's it, folks. Rest well. My quote today is: If you keep doing what you've always done, you'll keep getting what you've always got. Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| Whew! I'm glad to be home! What a day! I have another training opportunity! I got selected today to train an employee on a subject matter I'm sorta an in=house expert on. Training is Monday and Wednesday. Holy s***! I had to scramble for the rest of the day to get the training materials updated and organized. I'll be training someone else the week after. We've got one other newbie that has to attend the "theory" version of the class first, then I'll be giving the "practical application" training to her as well. I'm glad I got asked to do it, and even though part of me thought that this might be a test of sorts on my ability to get things together on a short notice, but I'm real happy I got asked to do it. As much as I want to hone my skills as a trainer, I felt I just couldn't let this opportunity pass by. So, I kicked it into high gear and got prepared. I'm tired now, so I'm gonna do the couch tater thingy for the rest of the evening. My quote for today is: High maintenance women are like sports cars. They may be fun to look at, but they're not very practical. Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| Joe had occupational therapy this am. He tried playing stupid, answering most questions with "I don't know" answers. I pulled the therapist aside and explained his avoidance answering technique. It's easier for him to say I don't know rather than say, I don't want to think that hard to give you a good answer, or I don't want to talk about it. I was a little surprised after seeing all the documentation I gave her that she didn't pick up on his little ploy. So, if I have to draw her a map, I will. Joe's worth it. They discussed this week making eye contact, even if briefly, with the person he's having conversation with. I've actually seen him do it a few times and commended him for it. So, he's listening, he just doesn't want us to know he is. Little turd. Then, off to the dentist to have his oral sutures removed. As a reward, we went to blockbuster, and he used his own money to buy a couple used ps2 games. Then we went home. He'd had enough today, and I felt it would be best to keep him home. The day was half over anyway. The hard plastic brace that was made for my arm is doing ok. I couldn't sleep in it last night because it was so uncomfortable, but after being in a cast for so long, the brace is quite comfortable to wear during the day. It's designed to prevent me from moving my arm from palm down position to palm up position, as that puts too much stress on the ulna bone. It allows me to bend it at the elbow to scratch my nose, etc. Doc was concerned that after being in a cast so long, the elbow would get stiff. It is some, but with use it will work the stiffness out. Mentally and emotionally, I'm doing much better. I had to sort some stuff out too personal to discuss here, but I'm doing better. I thank those who have asked. I can smile and not fake it anymore. All in all, it's been a good day. My quote for today is: Stop doesn't mean do it one more time. (give you one guess who that quote is repeatedly given to!!!) Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| After all the dramatical theatrics about Joe not being able to eat because of his mouth, last night after karate, I decided to be a little um.....mean....sort of, in a mommy kind of way. I went to McDonalds. What 10 year old doesn't salivate when they see those golden arches? I got a burger and fries for me, and just a milkshake for him. I told him that he couldn't get anything else because of his teeth, and that I wasn't sure he could handle the milkshake because of it being too cold. I could see the internal battle going on in his head. It was quite funny. He sucked that baby down! <evil grin> Then he asked if he could "try" a french fry to see if he could handle it. I very hesitantly said ok, and cautioned him they had much more salt that soup, and he had stated the soup was too salty. He said he wanted to "try to see if he could handle it." Puhleese!!! He quickly wolfed down the remainder of them!!! So now, his game is over. If he can eat french fries, he can eat bread and butter and mashed taters. I've now proven that it's merely a battle of wills. I'll give you one guess who will win. I may not be the brightest bulb on the tree, but this momma didn't just fall off the turnip truck!!! |
| Good news! The cast is off today! I'm in a temporary splint, and go to see the hand therapist tomorrow to make me a plastic splint. It feels great! I got a cortisone shot in my right wrist to help with the pain I've been having from overusing it while trying to baby my left arm. My surgeon is a cool guy. He told me to continue to baby my left arm and to not go water skiing or do cartwheels or backflips yet. I asked him if wild gorilla sex was ok, and he said it was perfect as long as there was a video!! The nurse in the room had this indescribable look on her face! We both giggled even more at her expression. I love my surgeon. Finally today, after three days of misery, I've decided to add one more thing to list of things I'm going to be more thankful for: REGULARITY!!!! My quote for today is: Be thankful for the things you got before you have to learn to live with out them!!!! Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| Joseph is using his best dramatics tonite. He's hungry, wants food, but anything mentioned gets a resounding NO! His mouth is still very sensitive to heat and cold food because of the dental work he had done. He finally agreed to oatmeal. He ate it, asked for more, when I was about to make it, he then said he didn't want any more. Nothing makes him happy. So, I'm allowing him to be miserable. I have food. When he's hungry enough, he'll eat it. He's not starving or malnurished, he's just not getting his way and thinks if he behaves dramatically enough, I'll cave in. Nice try, son. My quote for today is: The hardest part of loving is learning to let go. Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| I just got back from picking up Joe at his dad's. Joe was extremely hyper. I asked him if he took his meds today. He told me no, that he didn't. I asked him why he didn't ask his dad for his pills, and he told me that he was told that it was "too late" for him to take his meds. I asked Joe why his dad didn't give him his pills this morning, and Joe told me that his dad said that it was Joe's responsibility to remember to take his meds. This pisses me off. The kid is 10 for crissakes. He's interested in PS2 and food. It's his DAD'S responsibility to make sure Joe gets his meds when Joe is with him. This is just another way Joe's dad refuses to take responsibility for his son. Rather than his dad just saying that he forgot, he puts the blame on Joe. I am so not happy with this. It is VITAL that Joe gets his meds first thing every morning. I can't give it to him now, because if I did, when he takes tomorrow morning's dosage, this evening's dosage will still be in his system. It would result in his being overmedicated and sluggish at school tomorrow. Sometimes I wish that ....well, I'd better not put what I wish into print. It's not a nice wish. I'd better stop here. My quote for today is: A wise person knows when it's time to shut up. Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
| Today was a good day. Joe's with his dad, and I finally got some alone time. I needed it so badly. This may sound like a complaint, but it's really a "oh, yeah baby!" I was BORED today!!! Life has been so hectic for me for several weeks. It's nice to be bored again. I went to the library, did some research on a project I want to do, came home and took a nap! I loved it! I've also had time to finally do some blog reading and responding. I've missed doing that so much. That's about it today. No drama, no whining, no complaining. It's been a good day. My quote for today is: Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission. Thanks for stopping by, Curls |
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