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So my youngest was identified as "Autistic, Non-Specified" some time ago. Basically, it boils down to: "He seems to be wired differently, but damn-all if we can pigeon hole him." While I don't like slapping labels on kids just because they're a bit different, on the upshot, the label at least means the teachers & staff take a slightly better hold of their tempers when he goes squirrelly on them. He's also getting a bit better about a lot of crap - mostly social - that he had a hard time with last year.

One thing we still have a hard time with is him doing his writing homework. I mentioned in the meeting today that he, his brother, and I all have stretches where any attempt to physically create words is like hitting a wall. I can bounce ideas off them, pull out the word and stitch them togetehr, so they can write down the finished product, but getting them to do it themselves, even if they can tell me verbally what they want to say, just doesn't work.

The advisor there mentioned "dysgraphia"* and I have to wonder if there might be touches of that in here. Not in the "can't write legible words" flavor, but just the "it's not just writer's block, because I have the entire thing word-for-word in my head" flavor. The one I mentioned yesterday where I can't make the words translate from my brain to my hand.

Of course, because my bull-all stubborness, this means that I've now got a fire lit under me to write every day, even if it never again sees the light of day. Damned if I know what I'm going to do for the kids.

On an unrelated note, I want Shakespeare on my Kindle. Anyone know any good, free copies?


Sep. 1st, 2012 07:27 pm
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So after the last "camping trip", I told my husband I wasn't doing it again without electricity & running water. (Hey, I have to deal with enough crap here. "Roughing it"is not my idea of fun at the moment. :P )

Bastard. :) (He also has most of the photos on his phone, and I haven't had a chance yet to steal it & upload them.)

It was supposed to be a Friday-Sunday thing, last weekend, but with all the garbage going on during the week, including up to Friday morning, we didn't get down there until almost 7 PM, with barely enough time to set up. (A ~2.5 hour drive, keep in mind). So, Friday was shot. Buy a local pizza for dinner, inflate the beds, go to sleep.

Saturday was spent mostly at Mystic Aquarium, where the kids had a blast petting various sharks & rays, watching the penguins & whales watch them, and generally dragging us all over the place. :D We actually almost didn't get the little guy out of the Titanic exhibit, b/c they had small replicas of the Alvin submersible and a bit of the Titanic "engine" room (really just a pit with speaking tubes to the upper level, and buttons, lights, and horns), both designed to be climbed in. The ginormous cage of parakeets that you could enter & feed them was fun, but the little things were so small & zippy that my little guy was very freaked out and only happy if I was holding/feeding them. Poor dear. Oh, and he talked me into getting him a penguin plush as a souvenir. "Cutie-Pie" now goes every where with him, including the grocery store. And since s/he's a baby penguin, Humphrey the Ladybug & Pidove have taken over "mothering" her so she feels safe. <3

After the Aquarium, it was time to scour The Book Barn, which was how he talked me in to all this. ;-) Found all 5 discs of Rah-Xephon, the first 3 Nightrunner books (even if the 2n one has vanished), and a bunch of books I'd read, and was keeping an eye out for, including Knitting Goddess & The Mary Frances Knitting & Crocheting Book. Oldest grabbed Naruto & ... other stuff. I forget. XD Husband found a book on the NY Giants (and football season is starting. Joy. :P ) and fantasy-type room makeovers. The little guy got basically random stuff that looked interesting, including a kids book of haiku. Sadly, the one book I was really hoping to find, was not there (Dance With Dragons). I'd also hoped to grab more David Weber or Marc Del Franco, but only snagged On Basilisk Station (Weber). The only thing that kept me from grabbing about 3X what I did was the knowledge that my mother's Jeep had been packed to the gills on the way down. (As it was, we barely got everyone and everything back in.)

Sunday we broke down everything early, packed the Jeep, brought our extra firewood to one of the neighbors - apparently about 1/2 the lots are leased long term for RVs - and then grabbed a beach parking pass from the front office, so we could spend the day at the beach. Plan was to stay until we pruned, then return the pass & head home. Unfortunately, there was a floating dive platform anchored out, and my youngest wanted to go to it. He can't swim that well, at least in an active ocean, and we didn't have his vest, so that was a no-go, and he had a fit. We walked up the hill to the park until he ran it off, and then packed up the chairs.

All in all, a fun trip, but no, it wasn't worth the effort of camping. If I'm going sightseeing, why must I bring my bed & my room as well as my luggage? Camping, to me, is heading out into the woods for a week, hiking, swimming, campfires, etc. And right now, that is not a relaxing idea, because of the logistics of setting up for that week of playing.

Of course, watching my husband mutter "what the hell?" and "why did we ..." as we ran into the snags I expected was worth it, because he promised me that next time it was a weekend trip, it would either be an RV/trailer, or we would get a motel for the night(s).

That said, I wouldn't mind doing it again. Just, not in a tent. ;D

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I am dense. Really, really dense. My mother likes to say that when I was little, she could leave my presents out in the open, secure in the knowledge that my nose was so far in the book I'd never notice.

To this day, I don't know if she's serious. In my case, derailing my train of thought is about as chaotic as an actual derailment; takes me a while to regroup & recover.

Anyway, the whole point is that I finally realized that one can get away with a few basic recipes that can be altered at a whim. (Yet another thing I'm bad at. Hand me a recipe, let me make it once, and I can tinker little by little. My husband can open the cupboards & fridge, take random stuff he's never used together before, and achieve Cooking Nirvana. Bastard. <3 )

So, working in a kitchen has been great for me. I now have a basic soup recipe that's probably not news to the rest of you. But I have the attention span & memory of a pregnant goldfish, so here it is:

Soup stock (chicken, veg, water + bouillon cubes, wine, whatever)
Potatoes, cut up
Carrots, cut up
Onion, cut up (seeing a pattern?)
Celery, (you guessed it) cut up
Tomatoes - now personally, I like fire roasted tomatoes, but am lazy, so I buy canned.
Protein - Now here and the spices are where you can mix it up the most. So far, I've used chicken, leftover roast beef, and lentils. I also have precooked beans portioned in the freezer. No leftover ham left, but that may change.

Toss it all in a pot, cover & set on low. Let simmer until everything is tender.

For spices, I usually use garlic, celery seed, a little salt & pepper, & a generous pinch or so of crushed red pepper. If you're using lentils and haven't precooked them, wait until near the end to add the salt & tomatoes, or the lentils might not cook properly. Saute the onion & garlic first, for a change. Use different spices. Have fun.

How could I not see this before? :headdesk: XD


Feb. 12th, 2012 07:45 pm
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I followed links from an Instructable about building a penny covered desk, and stumbled across these. Oh gods, so pretty, and I'd collect them all just based on the names! <3 I'd have to swap out the chains for black cord (damned allergies), and maybe convert the earrings to clip-ons, but ... Guh!

(Yes, I like the sparklies, even if I normally can't wear them. XP)

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I am down 5 chickens. I let 20 out this morning. 2 I know for a fact are dead, because I found their bodies: Lucy, my oldest red hen, and the rooster we were saving for one of my husband's coworkers. 3 are missing: the big white one I have had left, a big black one she flocked with, and the little black Silkie cross.  I just spent the past 45 mins walking around (haven't even changed out of my uniform, so I'm freezing), and located 4 of them. 1 red hen was hiding next door under a trailer; she called out to me when I walked by, calling to them. 1 of her buddies, the black hen I could find, was hiding behind the tire of a wagon out in the field. I was afraid I'd find one or both of their corpses, because I could see black feathers tumbling across the snow. She didn't call out, but she seems the be ok. The little red Hamburg they follow around (Tac. Tic's the one we lost earlier) was farther down to the barn. He wouldn't let me pick him up (he never does), so I had to put the hen down so he'd stick with her. The little white hen who's brothers we packed off was hiding in the bushes, and I mistook her for a clump of snow at first. Now that I'm thawed, I'm going to change and go back to looking. And as soon as the temps climb enough so I can work without gloves, I'm going to build that damned run, and noone is going to say shit to me. I will turn that thing into Fort goddamned Knox if I can; I don't care how much it costs.

We know for a fact it was a fox, because my mother saw him while she was leaving for work, and took the time to lock up the birds she could find, all 11 of them.

And if I get my hands on him, I will rip off his fucking head and use it as a football.


2 of 3 found: Other big black hen was found dead down by brook. Big white hen was hiding under bench behind coop (good girl!) but little black hen is still missing. I found feathers that look like hers, and some blood on the snow, so I'm not holding my breath. :(
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OK, this has stopped annoying me to the point that I start ranting, so now y'all can laugh at this.

Crack a cold one. You'll be a while. )
Oh, and the auto teacher said the gas thing was the seal on the filler neck was wonky, so they reseated it, and we'll see. They're going to check the heat thing later today. Need to make more cookies for those guys.

ETA: Dad brought home chickens on Thursday, and said I could take 1 hen for every rooster I was willing to give up, so we have 2 new hens and 1 Polish rooster (he was a 2:1 swap). (There was a white Silkie that looked just like the one that got killed, but a raccoon found a hole in their pen that I missed, so we lost him and 2 of the hens. Oh well. Made the choice of which rooster to beg for easier. XP)
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For everything else, there's energon goodies. )

We don't have a video of the final, detailed, transformation. He wanted to get out and get candy ASAP, and had to pee when we got back. So, hopefully in the next week or so.

But! I have pics of him and his brother. Older kid wanted to be Darth Maul this year. (Why this year, I don't know.) His was so much easier: Black pants, black shirt, a modified Snuggie to cover the lack of horns, and some face paint. He already had the dual saber from the 6 Flags trip.

The pumpkin really makes the shot. )

Anyone know how I can rotate the video? )

Darth Derp )

Here's the entire album, if you're curious. ^_^
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One black Silkie rooster, tamed to hand. Plays well with everyone else, except the other Silkie rooster. Too bad for him the other rooster is a named pet, and he isn't. XP (Seriously, I do have to find something to do with him, and it's not worth the effort of dressing him for the freezer or pot.)

Dear diary ... )
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Let's see:

The ground's still soaked since Irene.

It's been raining since Monday.

Today's supposed to be the heaviest rain.

Yay! Bonus basement flooding. Awww, and I thought we were done for the year.

GDI, FML, and all that jazz.
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First full day of school down. Apprently, a full day of 1st grade is far more interesting than a half day LOL We'll see how the other one does in 8th grade. XP Maybe this year he'll actually do his fragging homework!

Work went fine. Same shift as last year (for now) and it's posted up on the board as an opening! Yay! And rumor has it I will be going permanent soon. (Perms where 1 color polo, subs another, and one of my coworkers had to go exchange last year's shirts for new ones and overheard. :3 )

No clue yet what, exactly, required $500 of work on my car, but my uncle offered to lend me the $$$ so I can give him his car back. XD So, $50 a week is far easier to manage. Especially if I go permanent. Just gotta write a letter of intent for the new postings.

Apparently, the hen I sold to my husband's coworker not only hatched out 7 of the 8 eggs and is a good mama, she's a protective one! I've been told she attacked the dog for sniffing at the chicks. Picture this: a chicken the size of a football, puffed out like a turkey, squawking and flying at a dog roughly the size of a border collie and jumping on her head. Poor dog didn't know what she did wrong!

Seraphina's shawl almost done. I should really find out what the craft shows here are like. They're an easy pattern and go pretty quick when not interrupted. I could use the extra cash, if only to offset the yarn spending.

ETA: Ever try to mend the knee of a pair of pants by hand, while they're being worn by a twitchy 5 year old waiting for the bus? Yeah. O_o
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Well, our house is as secure as we can make it, which isn't much, but the important stuff is here with us anyway. Yard'ds pretty clear, there's going to be crap moving most likely, but I don't give a damn. Chickie Daycare (the plastic playhouse) is broken down and in the basement. Chickens are locked up with food and water, but I'm still worried about them. Fortunately, wind forecasts are dropping each time I look, so they should be ok. If we're down the the 3 chicks in the house because noone would listen to me, I'mma be pissed. I've got lots of "before" pictures. Hopefully all the "after" pictures will show is Lake Suxtobeyou reappearing in the pasture.

Best wishes and crossed fingers for everyone who had to deal with this as an actual hurricane, and all those still in the path.

Today: Started out so nice, turned grey fast. Stayed nice around the low 70s, and the rain only came in small showers while the sun was still up.
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Well, today may have been my last day at my temp job. I'm technically available Monday, but looking at the weather ... I don't know if the place will have power or not.  It was a lot of fun, and I'll head back next summer (as long as there's work to do), but I'm going to miss the people there. OTOH, I can't complain about a job that has school hours, literally! I just hope I get a permanent position. Makes budgeting so much easier.

I started cleaning the yard for Irene almost as soon as I got home, with a small break to go grab McD's for the boys. After 3-4 really cute voicemails from my youngest this week begging for it (including one where he roped my mother into calling!), I caved. This ... may take a while. Hopefully, when this is done, the yard will stay clean for a while. *coughbullshitcough* I give it 3 days before there are hoses, pails, and other assorted farm junk all over the place, while I get bitched at about the place looking like "the town dump". Tomorrow is dash over to the house we own, pull in the A/C and trash cans (not much left outside, anyways), wish I had plywood for windows, dash back here to clean the yard and burn more deadfall before the wind gets it, and spend the night clearing off the floor.

Mostly, I'm worried about the chickens. I'm clearing out the basement, and if the wind reports are bad enough, screw it. I'm getting the bigger cages and dragging them inside. The coop they're in only has chicken wire walls between metal ribs, and a plastic roof. They may be unhappy, and the chickens may be unhappy too, but I don't care.

Oh, and my youngest is adorable (as related by my mother):
Devon: "Grandma! Thank goodness you're home! I need your help with Grammie!"
Mom: "Really? What's wrong?"
Devon: "She said she was going to shoot me! I just wanted to show her a really neat caterpillar [by bringing it into her room]!"
Mom: [laughing] "That's just an expression. She was exaggerating because she was upset."
Devon: "Oh! I didn't know she could lie!" (And this morning he learned she could cook too! )

(Weather for now: clear/partly cloudy, actually got to about 75 F, about 65 now. It won't last.)
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Someone's sig over on Customers Suck! spawned a Soundwave one, so I decided to write it in the hopes of jarring my muse off the sofa and away from the video games, and now 3 more bunnies have snuck up on me. She needs to stop feeding them and start separating them!

Humans look up to beseech God. Transformers (at least in fanon, not sure of canon) look down. How would fundies of either race see the other?

For that matter, how would human fundies deal with the (fanon) casualness of "homosexuality"?

Different track: Bayverse Sideswide was alone b/c he believed Sunny was offline. He picked a Corvette not on a whim, but because subconsciously his spark knew Sunny was still alive but in stasis lock. As a '66 Corvette. (this one is growing up and may be ready to set free after the Soundwave one)


Aug. 30th, 2010 02:50 pm
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I don't want to give these up, yet, so what better place to house them than my journal?

Today's special:

TFs dealing with humans watching/quoting Mel Brooks.

Sam: "Hey, Will! How're my seams?"
Lennox: "Perfect."
Sam: "Every time." *cue song and much laughter from surrounding humans*

Edit: I should have stayed away from the bunny farm, because they've started breeding. Now I must work the following into the Pearls AU somehow:

"Was ... Barricade ... humming the Moulin Rouge song?"
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My husband teases me for writing TF fanfic, and then, as he's about to back out of the driveway and go to work, tosses this one at me:

Sentinel Prime, Bumblebee, Bulkhead
"Sorry, sir! I flunked flank!"

I have enough plot bunnies without him breeding more!

EDIT: bonus background cameo:

Swindle: You, sir, are going to Cybertron!
Random bot: But I am on Cybertron.
Swindle: Do I lie? :D

Edit2: or better yet, Ramjet!  
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Actually, this would be more the "Wing & A Prayer" section of the saga (Now what to call the 3rd?) I need to spark off at least 1 more 'bot. And primary* designations for half of the sparklings. **As well as a rough idea of who they'll grow up to be.** At least Kat/Kate/Caitlin has given me an idea of her name, although she's refusing to say what it actually is, and only Jazz and Barricade get away with calling her "Kitten". Starscream uses it too, but he's a lot bigger than the other 2 got command presence (in addition to having flight and long ranged weapons) and Skywarp only tried it once and learned never to do so again, 'cuz Screamer's just good like that and Warp doesn't know when to shut up.

Randomness is random )

Still daydreaming human!Jettwin threesome smut (yay OC me! w00t!), except now it's got enough plot that they get their bodies back and go home before anyone realizes her BC failed (even abstinence was only 99.999% effective) and she's knocked up. With twins. Of course! Stress relief: bang head here Go away, boys!  At least for now. I can't juggle crackfics and outline a major saga at the same time!

**ETA1: 10/1/10


Aug. 23rd, 2010 02:02 pm
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AAAAAHHHHHH!!!! Had a random thought last night that would totally have solved a pickle in my TF AU, but I was headed up the stairs and couldn't write it down! "No problem! It's so perfect that I'll remember it." DOH! :facepalm: Now I can't even recall which problem it would have solved.


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