Just a little of this, and a bit of that.
Haven't updated in too long. Makes me sad.
I am glad when people read , but I write for me, and I haven't done that for myself in a long while. I hope this isn't a boring post, but it's for me, so I hope those reading will indulge my rambling.
* Baby Grows Up*
In a week my daughter will be 15 years old.
She doesn't seem 15.
I say she is "emotionally young" , say she is " socially immature" . I am thinking of having her screened for autism. It's little things, but I suspect she may have some mild autism traits. And I knew it, and I saw it, for years. ( some of her teachers have noticed it now)
I don't know what difference it will make to have her diagnosed at this point.
She is brilliant.
She struggles with some stuff, but what difference will a new label make?
I'd rather she makes C's in Algebra, than be making A's in some Special Math class.
She is a little weird socially, but she has friends, she has a boy who is crazy about her, she is passing her classes.
Part of me sees no reason to rock the boat. Part of me thinks we should find out for sure if she has Aspergers
Syndrome, though I am not sure what good a label can do for her.
But she isn't a " normal" 15 year old. Not by a long shot.
Katie is definately
"younger" than her peers, but she is smarter and more intellectually mature than most of them too.
Sometimes I worry, most times I am just happy to know her.*True Friend*
A good Friend is having surgery tomorrow.
I wish I lived closer to her. I wish I was the kind of friend who could take her kids for her when she was sick, or just needed a babysitter. I wish I could bring her a hug, or some slippers , in person.
I'd like to bring her food, or do her dishes, or hold her hand.
But that's the thing with this new world, where our friends aren't just the people down the street. Sometimes they are the people 3 states over and hundreds ( if not a thousands) of miles away. Sometimes the people you love most, aren't in your backyard.
We get to choose the friends who match our hearts, not our zipcodes.
I hope you will send some good thoughts to our friend tomorrow. Some healing thoughts.
I'll update what I know, on The Circle.*Deenie Plays*
So my sister Deena, she has found her dream job!
She gets paid, to play video games.
It isn't a scam, she gets a salary
and will be getting benefits and everything.
It's a real freakin
So she tells me it's not all easy, that there are reports to write, and criteria to meet, and she spent long hours training, but still , she gets paid to play games.
She gets PAID to PLAY games!
I am in awe!
So wish my Sis, some good job vibes ( that is, if you aren't too jealous)
She reads here sometimes, maybe she'll give an update.Deenie
? You Go! Rock that job!* Random Weird Stuff *
* I used to work with a guy named Keno. He had a gambling problem.
*Last week it was 18 degrees F , today it was 80. ( For you Canadians, that means it was freeze ass cold last week, and A/C , sunburn weather today). This morning it was 34 on my patio at 6 a.m., and 3 hours later it was 70. Weird. No wonder everyone is sick. * snifle*
Talk to me about Global Warming! The weather is all messed up.
* I washed my car today . ( see above)
* Five years ago last weekend, my husband had a little medical thing. A little brain hemorhage. ( some surgery, couple weeks in a neuro ICU, a year recovery)It changed our lives forever. No matter how bad his feet stink, I am grateful he is snoring right now on the sofa. No matter how crazy he makes me, he isn't dead, or worse.* Shout out to Carey. You talk to me like you last talked to me yesterday. I like that in a person. Your friends, are lucky people.* Tomorrow I don't have to work at the school, I get to work my retail job tomorrow night.