Wednesday, February 18, 2009

My Fiancee & the Mouse

Jimmy, my most darling "hunny," is in the paper again. He is the cute mechanic in black coveralls walking behind the UHP Trooper. Basically, the story is that the bus slid off the road into a ditch and was partially blocking Highway 89, with students on board.

I love him. He's so cute. Follow the link to hear about our crazy snowstorm.

One more story to share. I love my job. Have I ever mentioned that? Today was a typical day. Drooling children, lunch and dodging punches from Mr. Angry Student.

Autistic kids have the best comments. They just say things as they see or hear them. They do not think, nor do they react when you howl with laughter. (Some don't...)

Today, one student was working on a program on the computer. This computer program is touch-based, so all the Host-lady says is, "Click the mouse. Click the mouse." Over and over again.

Well, Mr. Angry was engaged in some sorting activity, which means he is like hyper-sensitive on his hearing. He could hear the program-lady saying, "Click the mouse. Click the mouse."

Autistic kids are known to parrot behaviors and voices. They get the tones and pitch down perfectly. I'm not kidding...

So, pretty sure Mr. Angry started to repeat the lady. I didn't pay attention, assuming he was just repeating the program. Then, I tuned in and heard:

"Cook the mouse. Cook the mouse. Cook the mouse with crackers. Cook the mouse with carrots."

***** LMAO *****

Cook the mouse huh? What goes on at his home?!? Just Kidding!

Most everyday is crazy until some comment like that. Then, any "learning" stops and all you can hear is adults screaming with laughter. I love my job.

I love my fiancee too. He rescues junior high kids that are stuck in ditches. Go, baby!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Missing In Action

Yay! I'm back. I had blogging withdrawals for the first few days, but life and kids were keeping me up on my toes.

You know how when it rains it pours? Well, I just got done with a monsoon. But, I have survived, and I know my limits are higher than I thought! Just when you think, "I swear if one more thing goes wrong..." It does. And guess what? Most of us survive!

**And in surviving:

I am a better woman.

I am a better mother.

I have stories that are funny now. (But, they were NOT in the least bit funny 2 weeks ago...)

That was when I knew I needed an attitude makeover. NOTHING was funny. EVERYONE was standing on my last nerve. ALL my kids were sick. My dog peed on my son's bed, and the sock load, and the sofa, and the other dog...


Thanks for the emails of concern. It feels nice to be loved. Everything is ALL RIGHT here!


This is the coolest dog ever!