Archive for April, 2007

Story Time

Now that I’m back working and really making good on my vow to be self disciplined and not get on the internet unless there’s a major 9/11 type disaster (3 days down.  Go Sista), I’ll have to probably do cluster blogging.  I’m amazed at how well I’m doing with that.  Like trying to get off food (which I’m not doing so good with of late) its something akin to withdrawing from crack.

I have a story.  I hope it will come across here half as funny as it was when it was told to me.  This was a story of Rex L. Camino proportions that sounded like something he would tell.  (Is Rex still alive?)

Anyway, I have this new co-worker, Dave.  Dave is hilarious.  Dave started at our office the same day I did.  He and I got taken around and introduced to everybody together.  That day, we had our polite, Hi-how-are yeeeew faces on.  I’m here to tell ya…Going on 4 weeks of sitting next to each other, those masks have come off.  He’s about 6’4, 250, looks like a professional football player…a big ol’ boy.  He’s not one of these people that’s funny in “Hey, look at me” kinda way.  He’s very low key with his humor and he can tell a story just about better than anybody I’ve run across.  I told him he oughta pick up where Jerry Clower left off.  He’s that funny.

I was telling Dave about #2 and his Asperger’s Syndrome.  Dave’s wife is either a physical therapist, no, she’s an Early Intervention specialist, so he knew what AS was.  I mentioned how #2 has a little tic or two and he sometimes makes little noises.

Dave’s in laws, including his wife, all have a funny little characteristic.  When they are excited  or about to tell something great, they’ll rub their hands together really fast and clench their teeth in a anxious kinda smile. You know what I’m talking about?  The whole clan does it.  He has a 22 month old daughter and here a week or so ago, SHE did the tic and he about fell out.  When his father in law tells a joke, he’ll do the hand rubbing, jaw clenching smile and do a little hop with it. 

Well, Dave’s wife has a first cousin, “Dougie” who is a severely autistic, young adult.  When he told me that, I nearly fell out of my chair laughing.  Not because the boy is autistic, but, because his name is “Dougie.”  Not Doug, Douglas….but “Dougie.” Could he have a more disability sounding name?  Almost like “Troy” or “Travis.” 

Dougie has made a lot of strides with his autism and knows everything there is to know about vacumn cleaners.  I’m learning a lot about autism of late and I tell ya….most people that have it, from one end of the spectrum to the other, are brilliant and have amazing talents like that.  Remember how Rainman could memorize the phone book? 

But, back to Dougie….he also has the family tic, according to Dave.   When he gets excited, instead of rubbing his hands together in front of his body, he lifts his hands OVER his head and rubs them together. 

I wish I had a video of Dave telling the story so you can see how funny it is. I had big ol’ tears rolling down my face when he told that the other day, I swear.   That’s part of what makes it so funny is Dave telling it.  I might have to video him telling it and blog it.  He went all over that office telling the story of Dougie, causing pants wetting laughter in his wake.

In all seriousness, I’m learning more and more about autism everyday now that the reality is there for #2.  It’s a relief to finally have some answers, but, there is also that thing of “I wish I’d have known this before” so he could have been getting the help he needs all along.  That sort of thinking does not do #2 any good, so luckily, I’m not beating myself over the head with that one. 

I remind myself that I am the one who first picked up on the possibility that #2 might have AS.  Even his degreed out the ying yang ADHD specialist at Vanderbilt didn’t suggest it first.  I brought it up to him.  I’ve done lots of reading this past year on the subject.  I put the pieces together that everything I was reading about Asperger’s described my kid to a t.   This is not to pat me on the back.  I’m just doing my job as #2′ mom.  I’d walk to California and back, barefoot on blacktop to see that this boy gets every opportunity in life.  I’ve always said that he was special because he was the unplanned, surprise kid. 

I met with the Special Ed teacher, the principal, the school psychologist and #2’s teacher today and the ball is rolling for his evaluation and official diagnosis to begin.  It’s really amazing how well he’s done without intervention for Asperger’s all this time.  I think a lot of that goes to the wonderful support he’s gotten from all the teachers he’s had so far (except his kindergarten teacher who totally didn’t get him) and I know without a fact, God has His big hand on my baby boy.  All this is working together to meld him into the wonderful human being he’s becoming.  He blesses everybody he comes in contact with, as I’m sure Dougie does in his life. 


Don’t Look At Me In That Tone of Voice, Young Lady!

This whole Alec Baldwin yelling at his kid….lookie here…I don’t usually go around sticking up for Alec Baldwin.  I think he’s a great actor,  and I so love him on 30Rock, but, he’s one of those that makes my ass want to chew tobacco when he gets on his soapbox.  HOWEVER….

This outrage at him yelling at his kid on the phone?  And the problem is….?  Calling her names is not good, but, hello?  Reality calling.  The ones that are so outraged probably only have dogs in their houses and no kids.  

It’s a nice idea to think that we all handle conflict with our offspring in our best Georgette voices….”Ok…honeee….let’s settle deeeown eend talk about this.  What’s bothering you?”

I’d bet the farm that the Baldwin Princess probably could use a good mouth warshing.  I bet she can roll her eyes with the best of them, although I doubt anyone is in the same eye rolling league as my Drama Queen. I am so proud.

Point is….I bet Alec is a good dad.  Those Baldwins are known for their fiery tempers.  Hopefully, he’ll get a handle on it.  I doubt that is going to make little Ireland any more nuts than she would be in the first place.

Big Day

Hazel is coming home today!  Yay!  Not only is she coming home, she’ll be comin’ round the mountain in a limo!   I know she’ll be glad to get in her own bed and not have people poking her constantly and waking her up to give her a sleeping pill.  She’s still got a long way to go to be back 100%, but, she’s come a very long way. 

The biggest challenge for her, at this point, is getting that diabetes under control and checking her blood sugar regularly and following directions. 

Thanks again for your love and concern. 

Midnight Flyer

Fun little clip from long ago of The Osborne Brothers. Let’s see, there’s young David Crow and his full head of hair, a very thin Uncle Bobo, Mr. Smiff, also sporting a lot more hair that was still brown, the late Gene Wooten and Bobby’s hat. Heh.

Corn, Ducks and Blood Sugar

The Drama Queen has spent the weekend taking part in Disciple Now, a church thing where the kids stay in different homes (like a big slumber party) and do other activities. 

Yesterday, about noon, she calls me and says “Do you have a can of corn?” Say what?  Lots of things she’ll call and ask me, but, asking if I have a can of corn is a new one.  The theme of the Disciple Now is “The Amazing Race” so, appropriately, they were on a scavenger hunt.  I looked in my cabinet and there was a can of corn.  I went outside and waited for them to come by and get it and I kid you not, the vehicle didn’t even stop…the window came down, a hand came out, in went the can of corn and that was that.

I succesfully prepared supper for the middle school girls and like everybody else who eats it…the Peanut Butter Gooey Butter Cake was a smash.  They were also digging Sista’s cheese fries and I made them Sloppy Joes.  It’s a wonder I got it done by 5:30, but, I did (never mind I had goo all over my britches). 

Oh…I went to my friendly, neighborhood Kroger yesterday and I noticed a duck sitting on the grassy area in the middle of the parking lot next to the Cart Catcher.  I didn’t think anything about it because there’s a pond across the street and ducks often end up walking around the parking lot.  Thing was, this duck was sitting there in this tiny little area of grass, betwixt all the cars.  I went up closer to look at it, and dadgum…this was a Mama Duck and some little ducklings.  All the eggs weren’t even hatched yet.  They said there were 13 eggs.  I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.  Of course, I didn’t have my camera with me cause the DQ has it with her and my phone was dead so I couldn’t take pictures of it.  I had the bright idea to call News 2 and tell them to dispatch one of those video journalists out there to get this on film cause this is so human interest. 

Apparently, cause it was such a pretty day, all the Channel 2 VJ’s had taken the day off.  Bill, the news desk guy, said the only camera he had available was at a soldier’s funeral in Tullahoma.  I guess that is a little more newsworthy in the scheme.  I hope Mama Duck is still there today…if she is, I’ll cover it for you.  I’m telling ya, it’s wild! 

As for Hazel-Friday night, I stayed with her and she took an Ambien and slept some kinda good.  She slept through getting her blood pressure taken, which was amazing cause she HATES that cuff.  She looked so good yesterday morning and was the most herself she had been since all this started.  The doctors came by and said they’d let her have some solid food and started talking about home. 

Mr. Smiff was up there all afternoon yesterday and after all this trouble in trying to get her blood sugar down, it was TOO low.  If it isn’t one thing, it’s another.

I slept off and on from about  6 yesterday til about 7 this morning.  I woke up long enough last night to listen to Mr. Smiff and them on the Opry.  There’s something REALLY COOL brewing for them that I can’t talk about yet.  As soon as I can, I’ll tell ya.  It’s good stuff.


That TGIF is pronounced just as my late Uncle Huey, from Colfax, LA would say it.  Whew! Boy howdy, it’s been a long week and I can’t remember a Friday I was so glad to see in a long time.  We’ve made it though.  We’re all in one piece.  Hazel no longer has the tube in her nose and had some broth this evening.  (Woo hoo!)  I haven’t been up there today yet, but, knowing her the way I do, I’m sure she’s in a much better frame of mind. 

We did get some news we’re not so crazy about.  It looks like she’ll have to have a little radiation, however, it could be worse.  Just a few cancer cells had spread. It can be dealt with. 

  I remember with my Dad how important attitude is when you’re dealing with cancer.   When he went for his 6 year checkup for his prostate cancer, the doctor showed him his chart where he had intially given him a 3 year prognosis.  He lived for 9 years.  I know part of that had to be because he had a good attitude.  I’m sure there moments of fear and uncertainty, but, he was amazing.  After watching Hazel deal with all she has this week, radiation will be a piece of cake.  Her will is strong.  She’s as stubborn as the day is long. 

 I expect to be dealing with my mother in law when I’m in my 60’s and she’s in her 90’s.  You’ll see us over at the Piccadilly on Fridays after I’ve taken her to Krogah and to get her hair washed.  (That’s what Granny Boone used to call it). 

Interestingly, my new job has stirred something in me that has been there since I was about 11 and has never quite gone away.  It surfaces every so often and I talk myself out of it.  Maybe that’s why I’m where I’m at?  I don’t know.  Stay tuned….

Again…thank you to everybody who has prayed a prayer, thought a good thought, or whatever.  I have hospital duty tonight.  I’ll tell her how wonderful all the blog readers have been.  It will mean a lot to her.

What In The World Is A Mugwump?

Do enjoy this priceless clip of June Carter and her then husband, Carl Smith, circa 1955. They were quite cute. Carl is still cute at 80.