Saturday, February 28, 2009

Can fingers be mentally challenged??

Okay so I'm in ASL 2 now and I am the mother of a deaf signing should be pretty natural to me right???? WRONG..I look like a mentally handicapped drugged out old gangmember trying to throw some signs to her homies..AHHHHHHH!!! My fingers just won't do what they are supposed to and I just can't seem to get it. I have an awesome teacher and here she was telling us a story (in ASL) and I'm watching and nodding (pretending) I got the gist (Spelling??) of her story..there was a fish..kid likes dying??ooops fish had babies..(thats a bad one to mix up)..Any who..poor nicholas..I'm gonna think I'm telling him how to put his shoes on and I'm probably gonna be telling him to put on the stars or to go join a circus group..????AHHH

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

There was a field in Murrieta that was full of poppies and of course I had to stop and have the boys take a picture in the field. It was so beautiful and they were cute too..

Erin Friend, Amber Ingram and me at my High School reunion. We all had so much fun!

Ash Wednesday

Today is Ash wednesday..if you're Catholic you should know that..but if not thats okay too. I think it is an important day to reflect on the upcoming Easter season. So I was thinking about how lucky i am to have a family that loves me, parents that are still married and actually like each other and me and my brother. I have 3 sweet and kind children who are healthy and happy, but drive me crazy anyway..and so what if nicholas is deaf? hearing is over rated anyway. At least he knows me and wants me and loves me and is extremely happy..I just needed to let everyone know that it is so important to be happy with what God has given you. There truly is a reason for everything and a time for all things. Things that happen to you now or then are in preperation for something else. When my middle son Andrew spent the first 31 days of his life in the NICU and almost died several times, I realized that God was in control. The strength and faith I gained from that experience has helped me with thelong journey that I will be on with Nicholas. Truth is I thought I was tough until I watched my baby come back from the edge of death to grow into the little man he is today. Now, I am a tough cookie because I know that God has my back and will be there for me ALL the time. I know I was chosen to be a mother of a special needs child because God thought I rocked..So the moral of this story is..Don't feel sorry for yourself.someone always has it so much worse than you. Be grateful for what God has given you and make sure your kids know God. The best thing a parent can do for their children is to teach them how to love God..

Thursday, February 19, 2009

some deaf ed. mumbo jumbo

So now I'm in a new conundrum..(spelling??). nicholas is doing well in class but "well" as a dangerous word when it comes to schooling. He is finally starting to copy peoples signs but still doesn't quite get what they mean..soo here lies the problem. Do I stay at a so so school or move across the country to take my son to a school that not only rocks but could help him with both his schooling and his culture..he is deaf. I know he needs the roles models of other deaf adults and children and to be honest I would love to meet some other deaf people. I am almost at the point of standing by the local deaf school with a sign saying "deaf people please be my friend". ha couldyou imagine?? that would be so funny. So I guess I will have to keep going over all the pros and cons until I can figure out what would be the best choice..or until I win the lottery and just build my own damn school.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I need medication

I think I need to be medicated. I can never seem to be able to get everything done. I took one of my bros adderalls one day and holy was like I was sooo super focused. I got everything done that needed to be done. I was a machine, but the whole taking "drugs " thing probably isn't the best way. So instead I continue to make lists and more lists and never finish checking off the last list before I start the next list. Sometime sI think I am the only mother out there who can never finish what she starts! I seriously want to be like Bree from Desperate housewives. She looks awesome all the time and her house andinners are always awesome. I know shes dysfunctional but shes uber organized and that makes me jealous. I wonder if they sell magic aprons at the store??

Monday, February 9, 2009

But seriously..

Okay today while cleaning..I was thinking of all the things I could write about..Sad and Pathetic aren't I. this is such a stress relief. Okay, so my little man Nicky drew a face today. I know no biggy for a 5 year old..but for a little boy that is suppossed to be "retarded" not bad. The face had hair, 2 eyes and 2 ears..freaking awesome. I was so excited about it that I took a pic which will be up later. Maybe he will be an artist..His abuelo (gpa) and tio (uncle) are both artists and that side of the family is all artistic and stuff so maybe he'll be a art savant. Whatever. its a better job choice then the few that have popped in my head over the last few years..
1. Plastic surgery assistant:AKA boob and butt squeezer. I swear for a while THIS was what he was all about, squeezing boobies and smackin' butts.
2. Mechanic: or bomb locator: Loved to look under vehicles
3. Professional Foot smell finder or perfume judge: You take off your shoes an he comes running to smell your feet or loves to smell your neck.

so as you can tell Artist is sounding good..

Some men I love in poem form..

My favorite heels are are red
Windex is blue
Oh Mr. Crockpot man
I love you..

My brother is named Tom
I hate a dirty floor..
Oh Mr. Clean
you are the bomb!

I should stop writing and get back to work..
A man that thinks staying home is easy is a jerk..
the poem is dumb but it was so fun..
Maybe someday I'll write another one..

Friday, February 6, 2009

I've been chumped...

I think my oldest son has chumped me..He got in trouble at school yesterday and as a result came home all upset. School is difficult for him, but spelling especially. He is dyslexic so one can imagine that spelling words don't exactly bring out the Einstein in him..spelling is pretty much like torture to him and to me. anyway..he complained of feeling sick and I bought into it. Now here we are on Friday morning and Isaiah is home acting fine..but missing school. As soon as Nicky gets on his bus, once he finishes his last piece of cheese (5th one, this kid eats like a starving tank bt never gains a pound) I'm dropping the ax on this party. Someone will be kicking it in bed and studying for all 4 tests he has coming up-On the brighter side, I get to have a "hot" date with the hubby tonight so i guess I'll make sure I actually make it to the shower, shave, dress nicely and put on make-up..That will be a major accomplishment!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Boys and PEE

In my house I am surrounded by boys. Even my dog is a boy. All of these boys pee. My husband, my brother, and all three of my sons. Do you think any of these boys clean up this pee?? Nope. I am always wiping up pee..on the floor, on the shower door, on the cabinet, under the rim and my personal favorite..when you sit in it! Thats a special surprise. I just wanted to share my feelings with all because holycrap I'm sick of cleaning up PEE!!!! Just sit down already because real men pee sitting down.