THEY SHOT ME!

This better work.

I command it to provide relief.   

Needle, needle, in my knee,

Take the ouchie away from me.

Seriously... last time it helped so I'm putting this out into the universe "WORK AGAIN!"

I hope no one's too grossed out.   It's only a teeny needle, although this time I felt it much more than the last time.   The right side of my knee is totally numb, the left still has some feeling.  I got the weirdest look when I asked if he cared if I took pics.  LJ wanted to see it.  :) 

#stalling.

Until next time... 

Big Daddy Moment

Yup.  Two posts in one day.

LJ had his evaluation earlier (see previous post) and I'd promised to take him to McDonald's.   I can't stand that place.  I've been boycotting it.   The food is disgusting.   The point I was at earlier I would've probably promised ANYTHING for my sanity!

Okay, moving on since this isn't about the million things I hate about them... or is it?

::pull up to drive-thru squawk box::

"Welcome to McDonald's can I take your order?"
"Sure... is it breakfast or lunch right now?"
"It's 10:29."
"Okay... ummm... what does that mean?"
::long pause::
"Breakfast."
"Okay, can I please order a happy meal off the lunch menu in addition to breakfast?"
(as some McDonald's DO let you order lunch at breakfast, but not vice versa)
::long pause::
"No.  It's 10:29."
"Okay, when CAN I order lunch?"
::long pause::
"At 10:30."
"I'm sure we've gone back and forth for a minute... so is it 10:30 yet?"
::long pause::
"It's 10:29."
"Fine.  I'll take two mcmuffins and a large Hi-C and drive around again.   By the time I get to you it'll be 10:30 so can I  please just order a happy meal so I can pay all at once?"
::insert LJ SCREAMING at the top of his lungs that he wants a happy meal and how I promised him blah, blah, blah... and enter complete meltdown mode.::
::long pause::
"No you can't.  It's 10:29."
(I'm certain it's been over a minute... in fact my clock says 10:34 at this point)
"Can you please ask a manager since I'm CERTAIN it's after 10:30?"
"No, I cannot.  It's 10:29"
(on my clock it's 10:35 now)
"Fine.  That's all then.   I'll drive around again for the rest."
::pull up to window to pay::
::window person looks at the register::
"It's 10:30.  We're no longer serving breakfast.   Do you want to order something from the lunch menu instead?"

*dies*

Until next time...

Twenty. End of discussion.

Today my son had an early morning evaluation for the special ed preschool.  There's so much irony in that statement, but for now let's go with it.    Since I don't think my blog readers all know about my middle son, I'll do a brief 'irony' explanation.

My son has an IQ of 136.   It's a tested fact.   He's 6 days too young to start Kindergarten in the school system out here this upcoming year.   He misses the cutoff.   Barely.   He's EXTREMELY intelligent and EXTREMELY defiant. I say those in the same sentence because there's some sort of definite correlation.

My son refused to even look at majority of the things they put in front of him today.   He tore papers, threw blocks, kicked, punched, laughed, destroyed the things in the room... outright refusal.

At one point the evaluator put out a set of blocks.   Both evaluators tried to get my son to turn his chair to count the blocks.   He refused.   I asked him to please do this.   I begged and pleaded.   I offered to go to the place I hate the most because I just wanted to get through this freaking evaluation.  At this point we'd spent over an hour and a half of his refusing to do things and telling them he was bored, while we all begged and tried to get him to partake in ANYTHING.   He was defiant as all get out.

He glanced for a split second and yelled "TWENTY!"

They tried to get him to count.   1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 16, 100, 138, 190... you get it.   There is no rote count to 20 with him.

We asked again... how many blocks are there -- let's count.   He refused to turn and even look.  He continued facing the other way with his back to the table where the blocks are and he screamed at the top of his lungs:

"TWENTY! TWENTY! TWENTY! TWENTY!"   

Unsure of what to do they prod him.  "Could there be 15 maybe?  I think I count 15"

Still looking at the wall "TWENTY! I TOLD YOU THERE'S TWENTY!"

"I think it's actually 17"

(Looks at evaluator like there's a very strong possibility he's going to punch her)
" I. TOLD. YOU. THERE'S. TWENTY!" 

The evaluators stare at each other and give the "IDK?" look.  They whisper "I mean... I don't know what to put for this one?"

I stop trying to get him to pay attention and I count. It takes me a few seconds.

There's ... twenty.

There's my kiddo, once again, flooring the crap out of people.

Until next time...

More perspective...

I think I'd mentioned a crossbow Erick won in a work auction in a previous post.    We found out after he got it it'll basically be useless for DC because of the size and restrictions on hunting.  Apparently only people who are disabled can use it for the tags/location/whatever that they would be hunting during.   Erick put it on a forum looking for a trade for a compound bow.   It's been up for a few weeks now with various replies, but nothing worth trading.   Yesterday a guy wrote him and sent him a picture of this BEAUTIFUL barely touched compound bow worth way more than the $300 Wildcat C5 he's trading out of.    Erick took Dillon down to double check his measurements at SW and this bow will be a perfect fit for him.

Erick and the guy have been messaging back and forth and today he got a message from the guy.   He didn't know how to respond so asked me to help.   He explained it to me and got all teary eyed, as of course did I.

The guy wrote to say he was SO glad it was going to a new hunter who's going to learn to hunt with his father.  He went on to talk about how the bow was barely used because he'd gotten it and then was unable to use it since.   He got in a terrible motorcycle accident and had spinal cord damage.   He still has paralysis in his left arm and left leg, but getting a crossbow will mean he's able to get back to doing something he's really loved and missed....

Wow.   Seriously.

This just makes me feel even BETTER about this trade!  Call me silly, but trading something worth less for something worth more would leave me feeling guilty.   This just made it worth it.  :)

Until next time...