Filed under: finding time to find your sanity. sometimes it takes longer than you would ever expect. | Tags: johnson lavender body wash
dear johnson and johnson,
i just wanted you to know, that although smelling lovely and looking silky; i did not achieve what you claimed on the bottle.
your lavender and chamomile claims to ‘melt away stress’,
i state, rather strongly and categorically, that it did none of the above.
nothing was melted away.
of course this is only my second biggest disappointment in a product.
the first was this:
it promised to firm and tone my skin.
i used this every day on my stomach and nothing got firmer or toner.
i just wanted to let you know so any other unsuspecting consumer will not experience the same despair i did in the shower.
sincerely,
and unmelted stressor.
Filed under: finding time to find your sanity. sometimes it takes longer than you would ever expect.
today is two weeks since i was publicly flogged on a scale.
i made my flogging private today.
i have not been on a scale since 2 weeks ago.
i went to the hubby’s work, where he hides the scale and stands naked on it every day in his office.
yeah, makes me laugh too.
well, he locked the door for me so i could weigh in my underwear, no unneccessary weight was wanted.
i also made sure i peed first too.
i have lost 8 lbs.
okay 7. something but i just want to round-up to 8.
before i weighed myself the hubby told me he lost 4 lbs in a 24 hour period.
kinda takes the wind outta the sails to hear that.
don’t worry, i am not too proud today,
i still have this
i love how the flash picks up all the little hairs i have under my chin.
awesome.
Filed under: dealing with a diagnosis of a life long disability, the queen's kingdom | Tags: raising an autistic daughter
so yesterday an idea popped into my little head.
i know, truly know, that queen is ready to be pushed farther.
so i cut up a bunch of movie covers of all her favorite movies,
then typed up the names of all the main characters she loves and wanted to see how much she understands word recognition in matching.
she’s good when the mood strikes.
next, i printed different faces with different emotions,
typed up the words for her to match the to the emotion.
next, i made a big poster board with simple sentences with simple answers that follows:
with pictures for her to use:
i ask her “queen what is the girl doing? swimming or running, show mom.”
of course, she did it her own way, i had to hold her wrist while she pointed to swimming.
there is a bunch going on in the little brain of hers and as i said, she is ready to be pushed.
eventually, i want to add “what is this?” questions and “what do you want?”
i think this will work, i know this will work. it will just take the queen time-table which could be two weeks or two years.
all hail the queen!
Filed under: tales from stodmor land
1) we at stodmor land loose things; for instance
a: car keys. have not seen them since august.
b: bear’s CDs. not any CDs, oh no. disney karaoke (how come that is said kareoke? would that not be easier to just spell as sounded?) 
these particular CDs bear wanted rather badly sunday evening and we could not find them ANYWHERE. we looked through the whole house for 1 hour. even prayed, it was a crisis situation. don’t worry, i found them today at the bottom of the laundry basket while washing clothes. i was so excited i hurried and gave them to bear. he just glanced at them and has yet to touch them…..fickle dude.
c: we did not even know we lost this:
the boys and i found this by the trash can at the library yesterday. how did we know it was ours? the staples i had used to fix a hole earlier. the staples fell out, but don’t worry i was still able to fix it.
i just want you to know that uploading those pictures took exactly 481,632.6 seconds.
more mundaneness
i don’t understand how keats knows exactly how to turn everything on to play the WII but can’t seem to know how to turn things off. it if proof, that while making killer hand eye coordination skills, it kills brain cells.
still feeling the mundaneness
after watching mariah carey’s perfume add and watching her make her cleavage smell wonderful i am certain i will not ever be buying her scent inducing cleavage perfume.
and still it continues
what exactly is “UN messenger of peace” position which stevie wonder now holds?
i am not done yet
when turning to the all-knowing google to find out the average blood pressure for a kid (the ex thinks bear has hypertension which leads to aggressive behavior so now we have to monitor blood pressure) and as we entered ‘average’ to finish our search, google kindly brought up size of penis. thanks google, but not exactly what we were looking for.
i will now go and stop the mundaneness and watch Glee. yes i am still addicted.
i just can’t stop believing, i’m just a small town girl living in her lonely world, with big wheels keep on turnin’ proud mary keep on burnin’, so don’t stand to close so me, because i am defying gravity, and always wish i had a sweet caroline for a friend, and wondering why you’re having my baby has never been sung to me.
GO GLEE!! 
Filed under: finding time to find your sanity. sometimes it takes longer than you would ever expect. | Tags: fat roll
so, i have been trying this body for life for 13 days, which is the equivalent of 3 years to me.
i am supposed to have one cheat day, i have had….well let me count……4.5 cheat days.
i have come to realize my fat roll has separation anxiety,
it refuses to leave me.
you know the roll the keeps your waistband on your pants permanently bent?
yeah, that one.
i am going to start giving it some clonidine to help with this anxiety, because it seems to work for bear.
i will keep you updated.
a new experiment
i think about queen and bear constantly trying to figure out what to do next and what will work.
sometimes things come to my brain out of nowhere and they stick there.
when this has happened in the past i have done it immediately and it seems to work.
i don’t claim to be overly religious, but i have always felt that i have been guided, if that is the right term, in what to do with the kids.
most of the time we were flying blind and just going off thoughts that came and stuck in my melon.
which does not happen often.
i am like that person who tries to have a thought, gets a glimpse of it clearly for a second, and then it is gone.
when one sticks in my mind and takes shape, i jump on it.
i will keep you posted……
“if deeanna wasn’t there today who did you play with at recess.” i asked chicka today.
“oh, my other friends.”
“and what do you play with your other friends?” i asked her.
“chase.”
“boys?”
“no,” eye roll, “i don’t chase boys anymore.”
“are you seriously expecting me to believe you don’t chase boys anymore?”
“well……..” smiling “i don’t!”
“sure, i believe that.”
later that night the new leaf i thought had been turned suddenly flipped back.
“did you know zurg, that chicka no longer chases boys?” i informed the hubby.
he was as cynical as me.
“so chicka, are there any boys that are faster than you?” he asked
“only carson…..” she said.
then she realized her mistake.
“and how would you know that carson is faster than you?” the hubby continued.
“oh!!!!!!!” while laying her head down on her arms.
that’s what i thought.
there ain’t a boy alive that chicka doesn’t want to chase.
Filed under: finding time to find your sanity. sometimes it takes longer than you would ever expect. | Tags: ideas for kids with no imagination
it is cold outside.
it gets dark early.
i have kids who don’t have an imagination and i can’t tell to go read a book.
you know what that means?!
i have to spend the next 4 months trying to figure out free/cheap/easy/sanity-saving ideas to entertain my brood of procreations.
at least when winter solstice hits i know it will be getting lighter every day one minute at a time……
what did we do today?
we went to the church gym with a bunch of blankets and had a picnic, then played some wiffle ball and basketball then made human trains with bird holding onto chicka’s feet and chicka holding on to bear’s hands and either me or zurg pulling bear’s feet and dragging them all over the gym floor.
we call it the soul train. minus any hint of african americans. 
judging by what was left on their clothes, the gym has not been swept for a while.
any suggestions?
this frazzled-short-on-ideas-head mama is open for any!
Filed under: zurg
today is my hunk of a man’s birthday.
i met him when he was a strapping boy of 21 fresh from proselytizing to the world.
curly red locks cropped short for the two-year project.
forgot about him for about 7.5 years,
met him again with longer curly red locks.
i have spent the past 8 years turning those luscious locks into gray.
gray works for him.
you know what he wanted to do today for his birthday?
take the kids swimming!!
my heart has loved many people,
and will love many more i am sure,
but it is my soul that loves this man.
and that love seems to grow with every fantastic picture he takes.
