Cool things I see at work

My job is never boring. When I am not sitting at the computer promoting events or being a social media maven, I am outside – in nature. My family is still in shock over it and my friends come along just to see if I am lying.

This was taken at Muddy Creek. A restored wetland area in Theodore, AL.

One of the things I enjoy about hiking is what you will discover.

And when you least expect it amongst all the green, browns and grays of the woods, you come across such vibrant colors in the smallest things peaking through.

 

Thank goodness tomorrow is Tuesday…

It was a Monday.

I rushed around this morning, exhausted, taking crazy up a notch while getting ready for a field trip this morning.

I would have rather been in bed.

I should have drowned myself in caffeine before leaving, but instead I drank water.

Half way there I double checked to find our money missing, while leading a caravan.

Thank goodness my teen who saw my panic rising found it laying on the floor.

It was fun, to just be out, walking through a maze of corn and to see old friends and meet new ones.

I liked seeing all the different families who homeschool in the area.

Some were nice, some were not.

Some kept to themselves.

We headed home around noon and the day just went down hill from there.

My concentration blown.

Sunburned and itching there was no work going to get done.

I felt discouraged only to call on a friend to give me the ass kicking I needed.

Who understands and gets it.

Exhausted.

Time for bed.

Snuggled between the sheets – writing and reading and praying….

For sleep.

Homecoming Dance or Pole Dancing? This post might be about your teenager

I guess I am getting old. I must no longer be hip or know fashion and have skewed judgment because last night I was stunned when I saw fifteen to eighteen year old girls dressed like call girls for their Homecoming Dance.

I’m no prude. When I had a stripper body I flaunted it. I also didn’t live at home, had a job, and paid my own bills. I was an ADULT. Even then I would not have gone out in public in something that looked like lingerie and call it a dress. (okay, there was this ONE time, but I did marry the guy!)

Have you parents lost your minds? Are you blind? I’m just wondering. Feel free to let me know in the comments your justification for letting your daughter dress like a hooker. I’m waiting with my liberal open mind.

Tonight I could literally see dozens of girls asses. No, let me rephrase that. I could see everything which is private. The number of girls who had nothing on under their dress or the floss of a thong were numerous. If your teenage daughter needs a Brazilian to go to the Homecoming Dance you have FAILED. If there was a licensing for parenting it would have been revoked tonight.

Let me say that there was so much flashing going on that blind men were taking notice. These girls could not sit down without the dress rising to their crotch. There was a lot of bare behinds sitting in the restaurant chairs because there was not enough fabric to pull down when sitting to cover their ass. God bless the people who got the full on view of the girls who dropped something and bent over and showed it all. Lord have mercy, I had to think about where I was there was so much flesh. In fact I am pretty certain more breasts and twats were seen in this family friendly eatery than the strip club around the corner.

I hope that those of you who have sons gave them condoms and had a frank discussion about sex tonight. Like the fact that having sex makes babies. Some of those boys were salivating and it wasn’t over their steak. They were looking at their dates as dessert but some of the guys already looked as if they had had appetizers. A lot of untucked shirts, loose ties, flushed faces, and tussled haired boys were looking as if they had just one the sexual lotto. A long line of girls in the bathroom, touching up make up and adjusting their dresses didn’t go unnoticed from this momma. I’m no fool but evidently some of you mommas are!

I would post pictures but I am really concerned this post would no longer be considered work friendly or possibly child porn.

I think some of you parents need to start praying you don’t become GRANDPARENTS in 2012.

 

I had a hawt date tonight…

With my husband.

The busier things are the more important it is for Mr. K and I to have down time without the kids and our job responsibilities. In the past three weeks since our vacation we have both been extremely busy and not had much time to spend together. Our conversations have centered around the children, homeschooling, who is running what errand, who is cooking what meal, who is taking that kid there followed by “I have to go to bed before I fall out”. And sex, I almost forgot what that was!

To get things started we headed to Marble Slab.

Great dates do not start out with flowers, they start out with chocolate! Followed by thrift store shopping. I know, very exciting stuff here. Scored two perfect Banana Republic dress shirts for Mr. K at the Goodwill. Then we headed to the furniture store and I fell in love with this chair.

And while there we talked about our reading/coffee/adult conversation room. I laid the plan out and Mr. K was all for it! So I am going to be coming up with a budget for the furnishings.

Then while we are in the midst of shopping this guy tried to pick me up.

And there was breaking news that an ape had escaped from the zoo.

Then things got weirder. All the babies and toddlers turned into zombies. You know I can’t make this shit up.

I finally found Mr. K in the store and he just couldn’t believe all the strange things that happened. Luckily I had my iPhone and took pictures.

Before heading for dinner we decided to get a little Christmas shopping done because there are only 91 more days until Christmas.

This book totally saved my ass tonight…

This book was in the discount section, the title couldn’t be more fitting. In fact I would not inconvenience myself to read it, not even at bargain prices.

We finished our date night at Bamboos Steakhouse. OMG, it was to die for and the service was absolutely incredible. This is one of the few places we really enjoy eating. While there I did something I haven’t done in 5 weeks…

I drank soda. Three full glasses of Dr. Pepper I might add. I know, I know, I am a rebel!

Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

 

 

A picture says a thousand words

This is my son Dylan who turned 11 this September. Last Sunday I took him kayaking for the first time. See how happy he is? He was a born natural and did fantastic for his first time. He was a quick study unlike his mother.

In the past year Dylan has grown up so much and really matured. I know some of you who follow my blog follow it because you know my son has childhood bipolar disorder with co-morbid disorders stemming from before he was born. There have been times where I felt our lives were dark, that we would never see the light, and others where I felt triumphant and hopeful.

In the past year Dylan has taken to books and developed such a strong love for reading. He now reads on an 8th grade level. A few years ago I worried about his comprehension but now it is obvious I had nothing to worry about. We also discovered that he has a photographic memory which explains a great deal from years past.

Nine years ago the boy you see in that picture was in the doctor’s office of Dr. Elias Chalhub. He had undergone a battery of tests, including genetic testing and a brain MRI and while most everything came back crystal clean we were told by Dr. Chalhub that our son was likely mentally retarded and would never be able to function in society.

Dr. Chalhub you were so, so wrong. Not only was he wrong, he made this assessment after spending five minutes with our son.

That day we were given little hope by one of the few pediatric neurologists in our area. He gave us a prescription to knock our son out at night and said that we should look into a special facility for him. I threw the prescription away as we left the building and I enrolled Dylan in preschool the next day. I am not going to say it was all rainbows and flying unicorns – more like a roller coaster you can not get off of, but here we are with this bright, beautiful boy who just happens to be a social butterfly.

Getting this young man here has been a challenge, but Mr. K and I refused to give up on him and the potential we saw in our very wild little toddler who walked at seven months old, talked at nine months old and potty trained himself after watching Dr. Phil’s potty training show in one day.

I hope that by some chance Dr. Chalhub comes across this blog post and sees this picture of Dylan and reads about how he is thriving and thinks twice about crushing people’s hope and laying out diagnosis without sufficient evidence.