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Yesterday was just great!


I was dreading ti in a way, because I just really needed a day off, where I didn't have to drive anyone anywhere, etc.

But we had a social trip to the Birmingham Art Museum planned with the AYANA group, and Mat was going to meet us there, and Rhiannon was going to catch a ride back home with us.

We all met in a parking lot to arrange vehicles, and Shelby wanted to ride in a van with a couple of the other young people who'll talk cartoons and sing with him.  In fact, if there's any other option, Shelby wants to ride with anybody else but me.  Different's always better, as far as company (audience) goes, Shelby's world.

That meant that Rhiannon and I got to talk and catch up while Thomas worked on Physics homework for the 90 minute drive.  That was nice.

Everyone met up at a B'ham Shoney's (all you can eat breakfast buffet until 2pm on the weekends!) and eating and more talking ensued.  It was really good to get to talk to the other moms, especially since our monthly meeting was one of the things I missed last Thursday.

Meet again at the almost completely empty museum and tour around for hours and hours.  There was something going on at the colosseum and it was the first beautiful day we've had in forever, so there were only a hand full of people there besides us.  That was great in that we got to see wat we wanted when we wanted, no one in front of us, etc.  It was bad in that the museum guards had nothing to do but follow us around and remind us that even just pointing at something in a picture was forbidden, if our finger got to within 12 inches, and since they were so present, that meant about 2 feet, and I just kept getting warnings.  Mind you I never actually got within 12 inches, let alone actually touched anything!  But it was fun and enlightening anyway.  i love to go to museums with Rhiannon, because she's very knowledgeable about art and history, and religion, and she doesn't mind answering questions, and doesn't treat you like an idiot when she answers them.  Also, she and I like to really study the stuff, not just trot through a room glancing at the shiny stuff.  Most of our group left about 3:30, after some group photos, but our family of five closed the place down at 5pm.

Over to Mat & Rhi's for Physics homework! Thomas's teacher uses an online system, which makes it possible to give weird deadlines like 11pm Saturday.  Thomas was having trouble with one, and needed Mat's help anyway, so they got that one almost done when the rest of us mutinied and insisted on food.

Since I was paying, we went to an amazing Chinese restaurant.  Not buffet.  We got way too much food, so lunch today will also be fabulous.  And we had live music!  A young lady playing something stringed, that was as long as a piano (and lay out on a table in front of her), strummed like a harp, had maybe 8 strings?  And makes traditional sounding Chinese music.  Gu Qin? Very nice.

Eventually we all waddled back to the kids', where Thomas finished up the Physics, and Mat begged for someone to play games until Shelby agreed to play chess.  Even with Mat helping Shelby, that was over in five moves.  Then Parcheesi, which took longer, but still Mat won.  By that time Thomas was through, so they all three played some card game called munchkins, which is all new, and apparently aimed satirically at both Magic and D&D.  It was hysterical just to listen to. And of course, even though Thomas gave him a good run for his money, Mat won.  Then they played three rounds of some smash brothers video game, and the big news was that Thomas won a round.  Of course, Mat won the other two.  Now you can guess why Mat has to beg people to play games with him.  He wins.  Irritatingly consistently.  No matter what the game, and often even if you've been playing for years and this is his second game!  But since the games were raucous and fast moving, and Shelby's a good sport, and Thomas knows he's just playing Mat to see how long he can hold out, everyone had a good time.

Of course, by the time I got some coffee in me and called a halt to the games it was nearly 1am, which meant I wasn't in bed until almost 3am.  But I got 6 hours of that really good kind of sleep that you get when you're really tired from an excellent and happy day.  So I got up at a decent hour and feel just fine.  The teenagers, of course, both slept until noon and are dragging around here like bears disturbed from hibernation.  wimps.
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Christmas in two and a half weeks?  I am just not ready. I know everyone says that, but I don't —this is just NOT like me!  I am a serious Christmas planner.  I've always had to be.  My winter depression usually sets in just before thanksgiving, and anything not already done doesn't get done.  So I begin to buy stocking stuffers on Dec. 26 for the next year.  I order gifts ahead, I wrap and hide ahead.  The boys were always required to get their wish lists in before Mat's birthday (Oct. 22) so I could shop for all three things at the same time.  Especially Thomas, because he HATES surprises, and I needed time to get the EXACT right thing.  His lists often include the website and order #.  This year has been in such a disarray, what with Thomas's graduation and college application and FAFSA, being gone to TN most of the summer, and the Thomas totaling the car / buying two new cars thing, and the taking in a new son, and the associated classes, fingerprints, and paperwork (including a complete physical and TB test), and too many other things to even mention, I've just completely lost it. I got Shelby's list last week, and Thomas's yesterday, and Mat won't even give me one, because he wants the cash and some black socks!  And my beloved?  Wants two things.  A car charger for his cell phone, and a couple of good wooden spoons for the kitchenBoring!  How can I get motivated for that?
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Okay, this is just sinful.  There is no just no other word for it.  I went out tonight with all the kids to a Mexican Restaurant. Mat graced me with his presence for a while today.  It was wonderful.  We got all caught up.  Then he went over to get Rhiannon, and Thomas and Shelby and I met them at a local Mexican Restaurant.  It was much too tasty.  I believe that my stomach is actually distended.  Somewhere after the sopapilla, when I was trying to enjoy my second Dos Equis, I realized that I was full in a way I'd never been full in my life.   I just knew that if I tried to send one more sip down my throat, chaos and destruction would ensue.  I had to abandon 2/3rds of a beer just sitting on the table.  No one but Rhiannon was old enough to drink it in public, and she's just not the beer type. 

So now I'm sitting here, miserable, and almost asleep, because I stayed up until 3am last night reading Fledgling.  An interesting Vampire mythology so far.  I'm not sure if I loveit or not.  I've read about half the book.  It's written in a pretty simplistic, first person POV.  The narrator is supposed to be a 53 year old vampire "child" who's been severely injured and thus remembers nothing before waking up trying to heal.  Thus the simplistic style.  Like I say, interesting, but I'm not sure if it's one I'll keep.


ETA:  I just realized that with tags like 'sin' and 'vampire' this entry should be a lot more exciting than it is!
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Here I sit, waiting for a friend to drive out of her way to pick me up, because once again I'm stuck here without a car.  I've got to get this car thing figured out.  I can't complain to Mark, because he'll just want to make Mat give us back the Reno.  And now that they're living out in the burbs, he really needs a car.  I may just have to break down and buy some piece of junk until I'm ready to go into debt for a real car.
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Graduation 2008 countdown

 17 Hours.

All four of my parents are in town, staying at hotels across the street from one another. Number one son is here in town tonight, and actually in my house for the moment, but I'm sure will be going over to his girlfriend's mother's house.  I bought a new blouse for the event. I still don't know what I'm going to say.  It'll be short is all I know.
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In 15 mins, local time, it'll be over.  Always a mixed emotion day for me.  I always think of a definition I heard years ago.  Mother's Day: the one day of the year we treat mothers the way we treat fathers every day.


AND


Mark and Thomas did shop for and cook supper (grilled burgers, corn on the cob, French fries) all by themselves (with only a couple of questions for the mother) and Thomas did all the cleaning afterward.  Of course, does it count if they "give me" a meal I wasn't going to cook anyway?  I never cook on Sunday.

Then,


 so, pretty much me, all the usual
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When I was whining yesterday about all I'm doing, I kept thinking, that doesn't seem too bad, why can't I handle it? What am I forgetting?

Then this morning it hit me -- Graduation! I guess I'm in deeper denial than I thought. I don't just have to send out invitations and attend, remember, I, and five other adults are CREATING a graduation ceremony. This is Franklin school's first. We've had to do everything from find a venue to make programs. And there's a post ceremony party to plan too. Food, paper plates, drinks, entertainment.

Then there's all that college and scholarship application stuff, and the FAFSA (which I had to finish my taxes in order to fill out), and decisions about summer (work, or get a jump start on classes), and register for college orientation, and this is just Thomas!

For Mat I also have to fill out the FAFSA (every year, to keep his scholarship, even tho, other than that, I know we only qualify for loans with interest rates only some better than credit cards!) Suffer through the agony of finals, make him make all those dental and doctor appts. he missed during the school year, do the same Job vs. Summer school agonizing, it goes on.
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In a community I'm in here on LJ, some poor innocent touched a subject that I just feel too strongly about.  A mother was asking advice for a child she had pulled from school and was going to homeschool.  She had several reasons, but one of the main one was all the bullying this child was the target of.   Several people told this mother that the child really needed to go back, because bullying happened everywhere, and continued into adulthood and the child in question just need to learn to take it or stand up to it.  That pulling a child out of school "just because kids are mean makes no sense"  Next thing I know, I'm ranting:

But since it is how I feel, I thought I should also have a record of it here, so maybe i won't have to inflict it again.
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Another crazy, busy day.  But good. 

Woke up late for mine and Thomas's doctor (psychpro) appts, got there late for mine, but really early for his, and she just sees us at the same time really, anyway, so it was okay, we were still both done before the next patient was there.  She's just monitoring meds really, anyway.  I've had better and worse depression for 25 years now, and it's really really under control, the government and Blue Cross just won't let me prescribe without that medical license... alas....  And basically the same with Thomas.  I go in and tell her what's going on (anxiety-wise, there is no drug for autism) and she and I decide what to keep or change.  But she's one of the better medpros I've known (and I've known more than a few dozens). She treats me like I have a brain, and the right to make decisions about my own body, and trusts me to know myself and be honest and aware about myself.  She keeps me up on new drugs/articles/clinical experiences she's come across and together we decide what applies.  I respect her, because she respects me.  Same with Thomas.  She sees at least 10, maybe 15 patients a day.  I have only Thomas.  I am an expert on Thomas.  And on Autism.  And she uses that resource.  Unlike many many doctors who must always be not just right, but omnipotent.  Yes, I meant to be ranting about medpros at 3AM.

The monthly Asperger's mom's support group luncheon (something I didn't start out in charge of, but somehow have gotten to be) went well. Nobody new, but a good group of ladies with things to ask and things to offer.  Our token dad, Tyler was there, and he always makes the lunches more interesting.  Actually, counting Thomas (my Aspie) there were three men there.  I convinced Mark to meet us there for the first time.  He ate, and left before anyone else so he could get back to he office, but it was nice to have him there, and have him hear other parents talk.  And good to prove to a couple of the ladies that I really do have a husband and didn't just make him up.  He never comes to anything.  There are women I've known for years in that circle, and also through homeschooling, that have never met him.

After lunch, somehow Thomas and I found ourselves at Books-a-Million.  Don't know.  One minute we were driving home, the next we're standing there with books in our little hands.  I really must get back to my Booksaholics Anonymous meetings.  I'm a charter member, with permanent gold club status.  I still have a pile of maybe 12 books that my mother passed on to me from the last time I was home, and some others I've bought that I sill haven't read, and all the unread fanfic out there....

Also Mat was here this afternoon/evening, in town from UAB.  He hung out, and ate supper with us, then Rhiannon came and picked him up to take him back to her parent's house for the evening.  They'll go back to Birmingham tomorrow.  They don't spend the night here.  I'm disappointed, but I understand. and Mark doesn't want them to -- the whole seriously Catholic thing.  So they stay over at the cool parents house.  Ah well

So now, I guess I'm unwound enough from the day to go to sleep.  I just have to have time just to myself, in the quiet, everyday.  And mostly that doesn't happen until everyone's gone to bed. 
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The Asperger's group that Thomas is in went on an expedition to Chattanooga to the Aquarium, families welcome, so I got Mat  ([profile] iskmiirik) and Rhi to come with Thomas and me (Mark was, of course, in a cave).  There were 17 people in all in our group.  It was just fantabulous. We met at and ate at the Mellow Mushroom, just a block or so from the AQ, then walked down.  I had not been there since they built the new building, "Oceans" and added Penguins there, and added Seahorses in the main building.  We spent our entire "free" time in the Oceans building, then joined everyone else for the Behind the Scenes tour -- very educational, and fun too. Then we took some group photos, and the group split up.  We went back to see the Sea Horses, since we hadn't even got to the main building yet!  Then a tour through the gift shop, dinner at a Cracker Barrel, and finally home, exhausted.  Even tho I wore the comfortable shoes, my feet, knees, and back hurt.  I'm just not used to standing all day anymore.  But it was worth the tired.  And the getting up way too early to drive up there.  Plus it was a real treat to spend the day with Mat and Rhi.  We never have time to relax with them anymore.  Hardly ever even see them.  whine whine.

Pompeii

Oct. 31st, 2007 07:59 pm
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Thomas and I got up while it was still dark to drive to the Birmingham Art Museum. One of the other moms from Franklin School set up a high school field trip and got us a discount ticket to the special exhibit from Pompeii. She also set up an afternoon tour with a docent of some other art, but we couldn't stay for that because of violin lessons. So we just got to do the Pompeii part, but it was definitely worth it!

First we stopped at Mat and Rhiannon's to say "Hi" to Mat and get Rhiannon to come with us. It was great to have Rhiannon with us. I miss her too, not just Mat. It was good to spend the day with her. She sees things that others miss, so it's really fun to do things like museums with her. She and Thomas are probably two of the top ten most interesting people I know. So it was a great morning.

We lingered at all the pieces and exhibits. We were still only about 2/3 of the way through when someone back-tracked to tell us that the rest of the group was already in the cafe eating. Rhiannon and I just looked at each other like -- "what fools! here you are, with your one chance to study treasures from across time and the ocean, and you rush through to lunch." So we just finished the exhibit with only a few minutes left to grab a postcard from the gift shop and view a room of Asian art before we had to leave. And we stayed until the very last possible second.

In fact, we had to just dump poor Rhiannon out on the street in front of the apartment so we could grab Thomas some eat-in-the-car pizza, and get back in time for violin.

By evening our feet really hurt, and I was too exhausted for anything but I wouldn't have missed any second of the whole day for anything.
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Yes, there we were, when Mat called to say Hi, and he knew we'd be shopping because we "always" go shopping in the evening after Japanese lessons!

We ate there, and Thomas had to peruse all the anime music, and I stopped in Sears, and found another pair of red boots -- only ankle high, which is better. And less than half the price! Notice the new UserPic?.

Then we just had to have Cinnabons. No will power.

Why write?

Sep. 21st, 2007 11:04 pm
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So why do I need another journal? Maybe I'll just take Mat's lead, and start really writing down thoughts and diary stuff. It does seem like I'm awful busy, but when people ask, "What's up?" I'm never to be able to think of anything. Must be a genetic disorder, since Mat has it too.
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