Thursday, January 11, 2007

Well I'll Be Bloggered

I tried to switch to new blogger and they wouldn't let me because my blog is too big.

Well excuuuuuuse me.

I thought they were making it mandatory. I'm sure I read somewhere that if I didn't switch over, they were going to make me blog with the fishes.
While waiting in the checkout line, I was reading magazine covers.

One magazine said, "Is Your Diet Making You Psycho?"

Come now, my diet is not taking the credit. I'm psycho all on my own, thank you very much.

There IS one part of dieting that makes me more psycho than usual.

I always feed the kids first. By the time I'm done serving them, I'm starving.

I measure out my boring, bland diet food. This is food my kids wouldn't eat on a bet.

I sit down to eat it and SJ comes up and starts helping himself.

I only have a certain amount of MEASURED food. This is MY portion.

Back off buster or you may be pulling back a bloody stump!

My eye is twitching from thinking about it.
My husband and I have our first counseling appointment the 25th.

The girl from our insurance said, "Maam I have to ask you if you have had thoughts of hurting yourself or others."

I said, WHILE LAUGHING, "Well, I have wanted to whack my husband on the head a time or two with a frying pan. That's why we're making the appointment."


"Maam, I have to know if you're joking because we have to take those kind of comments seriously."

Oh geez.
Cecil peed on the rug a few days ago. The strange thing was it went in a long squiggly line across the rug.

It looked like a two-year old tried to write his name in cursive.

My husband said it is like a Charlotte's web thing. He's trying to spell "good dog" or something.
My son now has an official autism diagnosis.

The first psychiatrist to see him said it was PDD-NOS, which I think basically means she wasn't positive he was autistic.

The UC Davis Mind Center has tested him extensively. We have been participating in a sleep study.

The paperwork came today confirming what I've known for a while.

Now if we should ever go to Disneyland, we have the paperwork to take with us, and we get to go to the head of the line.

Everyone will think we're special or something. That's right. I gave birth to my own fast pass.

And I'm enjoying almost every minute of the ride.


Blogger Bearette24 said...

I'm sorry about the diagnosis. But the frying pan bit and the too-big blog bit made me laugh out loud :)

7:22 PM  
Blogger Ms.L said...

Ooooh Carolyn,I'm laughing so hard right now about the insurance lady.
I say stuff like that ALL the time and get the same respone.
Stupid people who can't get a joke.. geesh!

8:07 PM  
Blogger Paula said...

Carolyn, I love the way you look at life.

I always enjoy reading your(enormous) blog. If you were a man you'd be bragging about the size...

8:09 PM  
Blogger MsCellania said...

I LOVE your little FastPass! And I love the analogy...
Yup; the always exciting daily experiences of those of us blessed enough to have Specials. We are lucky, Caro!

8:55 PM  
Blogger mcewen said...

Davis! That must mean you're close by.
Best wishes

8:55 PM  
Blogger Bec of the Ladies Lounge said...

Blogger won't let me in either - but does it tell you you have several thousand posts? Cause it tells me that, but it simply isn't true!!

Nice to know I am in such good (funny, well-balanced, great-parenting) company.

3:07 AM  
Blogger Crazedmomof4 said...

DO you have to wear cement shoes while blogging with the fishes.;)
I have been there too when kids who get to eat what they want steal what little you get.
You should have told the insurance lady that you only hurt people who don't get sarcasim.
Are you sure Cecil wasn't trying to spell "This pee stain is just a figment of your imagination."
I'm glad you can find the positive in a situation.
My cousin has been getting the run around on her son. They have done a lot of test on him & will never give a definate answer. It has been very stressful for their whole family. I am sure there is a part of you that is relieved that the doctors finally see what you have been seeing all this time. Enjoy your time not waiting in lines for hours. You deserve it, especially from all the waiting the doctors have made you do.:)

4:47 AM  
Blogger Joke said...

Lemme know how the sleep thing goes! (Melatonin has helped somewhat in our case.)


5:25 AM  
Blogger Mary Poppins said...

"Maam, I have to know if you're joking because we have to take those kind of comments seriously."

Oh my God..that lady wouldn't wanna work here...we say those comments all the time..

Maybe you can make some money off of Cecil...hey...they did it with the pig..


You couldn't put your blog up? impossible...they can't be serious...mine has a whole wad of stuff and it switched..


Miss C was diagnosed finally at 2 and a half with PDD-NOS..which I think is the garbage can for all those kids who don't exactly fit anywhere else...but may I say...that the Fast Pass at Disney was the best..both years we didn't make any lines..and got on all the rides first, while everyone in the regular lines shot us death glares...because of course...they assume that if there is no wheel chair..everyone is allright...::rolls eyes::

I also got my handicap parking space permit..and another ID where I don't have to make lines anywhere I go...supermarkets, banks..etc. etc...
I guess it's a small perk for all that we go through..

6:17 AM  
Blogger Roxanne said...

My husband tried to make jokes with the nurses and doctors during his stay at the mental ward. They didn't think it was funny either. Go figure.

I agree, you should make some money off of Cecil. It might help pay for all the paper towels and cleaners.

Can I go to Disneyland with you? Lines suck, big time.

6:40 AM  
Blogger Sarah Louise said...

Well, I have no brill comments (they were all taken!!) but I like your sass and sense of humor.

Oh drat, it's time to go--yes, I actually put a timer on to curtail my bloggy reading this morning so I get some actual housework done...

7:51 AM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

Bearette - The diagnoosis was a good thing. We've known for a while; just needed it in writing.

Ms. L - I hate having a joke fall flat, especially THAT flat.

Paula - LMAO. That's right. My blog is bigger than yours.

MsCellania - Many of the things he does that make me laugh are due to his disability. I truly can't imagine him any different than he is, well maybe better behaved would be good. :)

McEwen - Thanks. I'll have to come by and check out your blog.

Bec - Thanks. But nothing I say is half as good as your "root, shoot, marry."

Crazed - Maybe Cecil was trying to spell "Boots Did It."

Joke - I need to e-mail you to ask about the melatonin.

Mary - A parking permit would be so great because getting him across the parking lot is a pain. He doesn't always want to be carried, but he doesn't want his hand held and he wants to run in front of all the cars. Fun stuff!

Roxanne - The more the merrier. Let's go.

SL - I should set a timer for myself too. You are wise.

9:59 AM  
Blogger Christan = ) said...

You mean that it's not normal to want to hit your DH on the head with a frying pan?? Oh man, does that mean I should join you?? LOL!!

Here is a really good yahoo group for parents of autistic children if you don't belong already.
And here's one for recipes
There is info regarding the melatonin someone mentioned. I've learned a LOT from these parents and they are a great support group!!

10:56 AM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

Christan - Thanks!

12:49 PM  
Blogger Gingers Mom said...

It may not seem like it, but you have a good thing going for you with your sense of humor. It can get you through a lot of shit. Hang in there. You seem like a really strong person.
I love the fast pass thing. There really is a bright side to everything. :)

3:01 PM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

GM - I always fantasized about going to the head of the line at Disneyland.

Funny way to have a prayer answered though. :P

3:19 PM  
Blogger Iamthebookworm said...

Carolyn, I love reading your blog. You have such a great attitude. Loved the story about Cecil. I'm glad that you have an official diagnosis, but sorry about what the diagnosis is (does that make sense?). And I would love to have you link to my blog if you want!

6:05 PM  
Blogger Liz said...

You have a great attitude.

Maybe Cecil was trying to spell "Help- I'm too short to open the back door."

I think we need more Cecil pictures. Stat.

5:09 AM  
Blogger Sarah Louise said...

Wise? Me? The woman who then spent the morning watching Friends on DVD and fell asleep?? I hate colds. So no housework got done (well, one load of sheets...) I think that's the only thing I like about laundry--it does itself. All other housework requires me to do most of the work.

What made me laugh this read was a vision of you blogging with the fishes.

6:34 AM  
Blogger Andrew said...

The gal from the insurance company sounds like the customs agents at the airport. I swear they must have an item on the employment application form:

"Do you have a sense of humor? (and be aware that checking YES may disqualify you for this position)"

Andrew (To Love, Honor, and Dismay)

12:50 PM  
Blogger verniciousknids said...

Those FastPasses are like gold...I think you have a moneyspinner on your hands Carolyn ;)

Note to the insurance lady...that was a joke too!

4:34 AM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

Bookworm - Thanks, you are now linked.

Liz - I have requested a digital camera for my February birthday. Then I can post some Cecil.

SL - You're supposed to rest when you're sick.

Andrew - I would be scared to joke with somebody in customs.

Vernicious - Ooh, I could rent him out to people that wanted to get to the front of the line. I'd make millions!

8:55 AM  
Blogger Sarah Louise said...

Have you seen the signs in the airport? They TELL YOU not to make jokes!! Plus, in Pgh it was okay that I had my ziplock bag in my bag, and in Myrtle Beach (the terrorism capital??) I was almost frisked because it wasn't IN my hands. (Okay already, can we get on the SAME page)

and I'm feeling mostly better, thanks for validating my laying around...

5:31 AM  

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