Friday, October 17, 2008
****Oh, and the above image was taken from a family trip to pick apples at a local farm. This was a much more manageable experience as my husband accompanied us.
You didn't actually think I would have managed to also take pictures at the pumpkin patch?
He was serious, he was irritated, and the anger in his voice was more than a little apparent.
All of this caused her to respond:
"That what you just said right there, that hurt my feelins'".
Thursday, October 16, 2008
"I not only support the current rational approaches to the
diagnoses and treatment of real autism but have witnessed it firsthand while
watching very dear old friends raise a functioning autistic child. The point of
the chapter is not that autism doesn't exist - it obviously does - and I have
nothing but admiration and respect for parents dealing with the issue, including
the ones I know. The bulk of the chapter deals with grown men who are either
self-diagnosing themselves with low-level offshoots of the disease or wishing
they could as a way to explain their failed careers and troublesome
Needless to say, she was very excited.
I, on the other hand, was very anxious. Since I couldn't seucre a babysitter for the little guy, I would have to forego riding the bus with all the other mommies (so sad) and follow along in the car with little brother. This was okay, but it meant tons of planning, preparing, and timing...somthing hard to come by these days.
Now, when I have a busy day, I usually plan out everything the night before. However, I had a hair appointment (all my appointments are at night to avoid scheduling snafus), a Phillies game, major laundry, and a little editing that all needed to be done before my head found its pillow. In other words, I was left to scarmble a bit this morning.
While she decided to fight me on her outfit, he discovered the fun of hide and seek. By 8 o'clock I was seating, my nerves were shot, and I was praying we'd make it out the door in time to catch the school bus.
We made it....barely.
And as we peeled out of the driveway, both children remarkably dressed (albeit slightly wrinkled), I looked down to assess myself (always the last priority) and though I had managed to iron my shirt and coordinate cute shoes, I had failed to realize I was still wearing my pajama pants.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Now I realize that some of you may be offended by the title, but I understand the need for comedians to push the envelope a bit and I also recognize the fact that scandal sells.
And then there's this part, taken directly from the actual book:
"There is a huge boom in autism right now because inattentive mothers and competitive dads want an explanation for why their dumb-ass kids can't compete academically, so they throw money into the happy laps of shrinks . . . to get back diagnoses that help explain away the deficiencies of their junior morons. I don't give a [bleep] what these crackerjack whack jobs tell you - yer kid is NOT autistic. He's just stupid. Or lazy. Or both."
Who wants to take the over/under on how quickly Jenny McCarthy lays a beatdown on him? I'll expect a comment from her by tomorrow morning.
Feel free to share your comments now.
Funny? An example of truthiness? Hateful, ignorant pap? Signs he may suffer from a disability all his own? Par for the comedian course?
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I was so happy to hear that they did this. It's smart, it's safe, and it's all kinds of great.
And she freaked.
Apparently, she really got the message and thought there was a fire. That coupled with the ear splitting sound did not sit well.
She's recovered nicely, but is now requesting that the smoke detectors she never knew we had be removed.
And by visiting Boston, I mean experiencing the always cordial denizens of that fluffy little cloud known as Southie.
My dear friend Danielle had chosen Boston as her post-college home and, after a brief stint in an apartment in the North End (brief because her landlord realized how much more he could get for rent), she landed right in the bowels of Boston. So, as any best friend would, we would make time to visit each other in our ghetto apartments in the Bronx and Southie, respectively.
Every time I would pull into her street, I would make the usually short walk to her building while random people who I think were speaking English, hurled insults at me from clandestine windows. And by insults, I mean things that would make a sailor blush.
It was not fun and I was a young girl who had yet to become a full blown cynic. I just couldn't believe anyone took a sport that seriously. Furthermore, if we went to a concert or just walked down a street, we'd constantly hear the omnipresent chant: "Yankees suck". Wasn't there anything else to talk about? People had to have something more to life...
Needless to say, the final straw came when we went to a party made up almost exclusively of hardcore Bostonians and no one would speak to me because I lived in the Bronx.
I'm not kidding.
So, yeah. I haven't been such a fan of Boston since then.
BUT here's the point....after seeing the footage below on Monday morning from Sunday night's game, I think there may be one baseball related thing we can all agree on.
Manny Ramirez needs to go away.
Yes, and he can take A Rod with him.
Now let's all hold hands and promise not to key my car.