Sparks and Butterflies...

But aside from that, she's still completely normal

When I was pregnant…

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…my dear sweet weird husband decided that it would be a good time to pull a practical joke. Yeah. Oh and I was REALLY pregnant.

I didn’t pass my glucose test, so I was getting ready for the torture that is the three hour. You know, fast from 8pm on the day before. Go in in the morning and drink that obnoxious stuff, and then get tested every hour for three hours. One: I got to have morning sickness throughout my pregnancy. The only thing that helped was food. Fasting sucks. Two: It turns out that yes, indeed, I was diabetic, so the whole fasting, and then sugar drink made me almost pass out. I had the shakes. I couldn’t focus. I was sweating.

So, I’m waiting for Poe to get back from the store, so that we can go on and get to the doctor. He comes in, and sits me down. He says, “OK, so I did something and I don’t want you to be mad.” “Okay.” So I went to the store, and there was this chick. I think she might be a hooker. And she has like, no clothes on. And it’s too cold for that (this was in February.)” “Okay.” “So she’s in the car.” “You picked up a naked hooker?” “Well. Yeah. I guess I did.” I thought maybe we could give her a jacket and a ride before we go.”

You know what? I wasn’t mad. I was feeling awful, and just wanted to get to the doctor and get this awful thing over with so I could eat and then pass out.

So I said, “No.” “What do you mean, no?” “Look, take her one of my jackets, but we’re not giving her a ride until after the doctor. In fact, take her with us. She’ll be warm. But we’re going to the doctor. Now.” “But…” “NOW.”

So I waddle walk to the car. And sitting in the back seat – in a seatbelt no less – is the biggest stuffed gorilla I’ve ever seen. With a bow in her hair, no less.

We kept that stupid thing for years.

This has been a CHBM collab.

Still Here. Still Quiet.

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Well. Fires are still being fought.

It’s still scary.

The mountains behind us have not lit up – and that’s a good thing. It feels like that’s the only thing not on fire between here and Mexico. The skies are overcast, but you know it’s not clouds – it’s gunk from the fires, coming from both directions. We’re in the middle of it all you see.

My grandmother, grandfather, great-grandmother, great-grandfather, and two uncles, and two aunts’ graves are currently threatened. That makes me very sad.

My parents are out of town.

I’m NOT going to tell mom that grandma might get the cremation she didn’t want. That would just be too much.

All’s Quiet

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For those of you that have asked (thank you for that) – we’re okay.

Keeping a close eye on our hills, but we’re not near the current fires. Yes, we’re definitely susceptible, but no fires where we are.

The Winds of Change

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Or The Wind Beneath my Wings… Your choice.

Right now we’re having some doozies of winds. Leaves everywhere, random things hitting our roof, itchy dry skin, and gusts up to 80 mph.

The cats are FREAKING OUT, man.

Oh – and I need to call tonight and see if I have jury duty. Which, considering I haven’t been summoned in over 10 years (did they lose me?) you know I will.

An Announcement

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When I started blogging years and years ago… I didn’t have children. I wasn’t married. I was still in college. It was my personal space to vent, my personal journey – and journal. I never connected those two words before, but it makes sense. Then I got married. I had kids. And my kids turned out not to be perfect in society’s eyes.

I have two beautiful children. One has a mental and learning disability. The other has a hidden physical disability. Both require care beyond the “norm.” Both require specialized attention beyond the “norm.” And, I love them.

But it’s been a fight. Fights with insurance companies, school administrations, medical personnel who think they know my kid better than me (after that all important 20 minute screening,) and plain red tape. There’s going to be more fighting. Of course. And I’ll be the one to do it. Of course. But I had a really hard time finding information that helped me, the parent, fight for my child. Medical jargon, and a lack of layman’s information was a real detriment to the fight for both my children’s lives. And let’s not downplay it – it is a fight for my children’s lives. For one, a physical fight for the continued beating of his heart, and for the other the tools to contain his sanity and learn how to learn.

For the last year, I’ve been shopping around a blog idea. I didn’t start it myself, because I really felt it needed the backup of a network to get the information to a much larger audience than what my little place here garners. I love you all, but it’s a topic well beyond just me, and I wanted it to reach as many people as possible. But while I had a few nibbles, I didn’t reel anyone in until now.

I’m proud to announce the launch of Special Needs Parent at http://preciouschild.contentquake.com.

I want all of you to visit. But, if ANY of you have children with disabilities, please please please… Blogroll the site and come back. I want this to be a site where parents who are fighting their own fight can interact with other parents, find information, have things explained to them, or just rant. I want to know what you want to see on the site.

This is about helping you help your kids. To quote Jerry McGuire, “Help me help you!” I hope to see you there.

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