Re: A Perfectly Horrid Day/LONG but so was the day...

[Guest guest]

Poor Sophie. Poor (who is obviously acting out and being a snot, but

we all know why).

Poor Salli.

Why can't one eat spaghetti without breadsticks? Just an OCD thing?

And if That Boy kills you, you can be sure there will be a 180-strong lynch mob

at the house the next day. (pathetic attempt at a semi-joke)

I'm just irritated because I feel so helpless. I want to come help you clean up

your house. I want to take out all by himself for a day. I want lock

Enrique and myself in a room for as long as it takes for him to listen to even

one word I have to say. I want to hug Putter, play Barbies with Sophie, and

watch Powerpuff Girls with Robbie. I want to throw them all in bed and sit

around drinking something strong with you.

<sigh>

Jacquie

[Guest guest]

Dear Jacquie:

It is so nice to know that someone actually read that LONG rant of mine!

How are you feeling today? I read practically nothing yesterday but I did

see that depression is bothering you again. Soon the days will be

lengthening and at least you will know things will be getting better.

> Poor Sophie. Poor (who is obviously acting out and being a

snot, but we all know why).

He has a cold and I don't think he felt well on top of all the usual

weirdness. But he really can't be allowed to hit Sophie even though she is

incredibly aggravating. One of life's lessons is learning not to hit

incredibly aggravating people, like, for example, your boss at work.

>

> Poor Salli.

>

> Why can't one eat spaghetti without breadsticks? Just an OCD thing?

Autism rearing its ugly head, I think. He had planned breadsticks; he

expected breadsticks; he could not deal with the absence of an expected and

anticipated item. He really could not deal with it. Or perhaps that really

is OCD? Don't know.

>

> And if That Boy kills you, you can be sure there will be a 180-strong

lynch mob at the house the next day. (pathetic attempt at a semi-joke)

Let's just hope the Risperidal helps. I feel as if I have been involved in

a series of love affairs; each medication offers so much promise only to

leave me, sad and distressed, once more. You must have experienced this too

in your search for effective medication.

>

> I'm just irritated because I feel so helpless. I want to come help you

clean up your house.

It looks great, if you don't go down to the basement. I am very pleased

with it.

I want to take out all by himself for a day.

He needs someone to do that. He would actually like Lou to want to take him

out by himself, but Lou doesn't want to. really wants his father

to care about him and he is more sensitive than most of my kids so he really

hurts over this issue. He knows Lou for what he is but he still wants his

father to care. Actually I think Lou does, he just isn't able to

communicate such things AT ALL. And his love is rather selfish.

I want lock Enrique and myself in a room for as long as it takes for him to

listen to even one word I have to say.

A thousand years, Jacquie, a thousand years. And I think you DO have things

you could tell him and experience he would benefit from. But he wouldn't

believe you. That is the trouble with experience; it only benefits yourself

as others do not listen. It's not only true of Enrique alas.

I want to hug Putter,

And nowadays he would let you as long as you asked first and didn't catch

him by surprise.

play Barbies with Sophie,

YES! Or perhaps play with her gorgeous dollhouse. We just set it up for

Christmas. It has a light up tree and there is a party going on in the

living room with musicians and a large pink cake waiting in the dining room.

The maids and little girl are now making Christmas cookies in the kitchen

and there is a large card party going on in the study. But someone is in

bed with flu upstairs.

and watch Powerpuff Girls with Robbie.

Sophie would be happy to join in this activity too. Even Putter knows

Powerpuff Girls although he still does not appear to know Sophie's name.

I want to throw them all in bed and sit around drinking something strong

with you.

>

Sounds good, Jacquie. Thanks again for listening even in the midst of your

own troubles!

Salli

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Oh My! Not the TREE!! after all that I'm not surprised you forgot

which kid you were talking about!

Again, I am pooped to after reading this. No wonder you weren't here!

Well Salli, if you ever want to move to Northern Il I'll try to help

you out! Although I'd probably rather help you clean than try

to 'reason' with Enrique.

So...After all that... Who do you love the most??? LOL! Those kids

don't realize how lucky they are to have you.

But they will someday.

Kerri

[Guest guest]

Wow, what a day. Sounds like our last trip tp Pizza

Hut. You do deserve a stiff drink.

Tuna

--- bunnytiner wrote:

However was in a terrible terrible mood

yesterday. He complained all day and hit people (not

me and not Enrique, but mainly Sophie) and then

Enrique would threaten to hit because he was

complaining.

Finally, very late, we went to get pizza. Normally I

would have had it delivered but we needed some drinks

(HA! I needed a good stiff drink, but really it was

other drinks that we went in search of) Sophie and

Enrique stayed behind.

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Salli, I just don't know what to say...

I've been reading your posts for 4 months now and wonder how in the world you

do it all.

You're a good mom....

I wish I could say more...do more to comfort or help.

Ron

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salli,

i just want you to know that i did read your post, but i don't know what to say.

i want to say...alejandro is being a total brat!...but i know that's not the

case, even if it does seem like it.

anyway, just wanted to let you know i'm thinking of you, as always.

love gina

" Why is it that everytime I think I know the answers, someone goes and changes

the questions?? " - Fox Mulder

[Guest guest]

What a royal MESS of a perfectly fine day.

Sounds like one of those days, Salli, where you reach the end, and just

press the delete key. It never happened. It's erased from your memory

chip, you know?

Seeee? It's Enrique's comments that make me worry about you. Yes, I

deserve that apology for you not checking in yesterday, I scrolled up and

down, up and down, looking for BUNNYTINER... and when I didn't see it, my

mind started racing off. I don't like having my mind race off, Salli. It

gets very gory.

Sorry you lost your housekeeper. Sorry is being needy. I can't

blame the poor guy, I think I'd be worse. I'm also sorry that there is

nobody in the house that would allow you to leave Putter and Robbie with

them while you go and pick up a silly little pizza. I'm sorry that

spaghetti MUST be eaten with breadsticks and even sorrier that you have a

bazillion of them now.

But God bless Sophie, huh? Daughters RULE. I've been telling my mother

that for 20 years now.

Grace

A Perfectly Horrid Day/LONG but so was the

day...

> Apologies to Grace for being off line most of the day but nothing I would

have typed would have been polite. Yesterday was simply awful.

>

> First of all, my lovely Mexican student has returned to Mexico. Her visa

was up or something. So I felt very bad because my house was a wreck and

today is St. Day and we decorate our tree and I HATE to decorate a

tree amidst a mess. It just seems wrong. So I decided to clean yesterday

and I did a pretty good job which is nice. But my children were appalling

ALL DAY LONG, possibly due to my reduced attention to them.

>

> Enrique totally refused to attend his doctor's appointment in the morning.

Now actually this was a bit of a plus as I used the unnecessary (I had

talked with his doctor on the phone for quite a while the day before)

appointment as leverage to get him to agree to try Risperidal again,

although he did say a trifle ominously that if he felt worse this time than

he did last (he suffered from sleepiness and just quit it last time; now we

know that that is a normal side effect that goes away), then he would kill

me. I assumed he was not being precise in his speech.

>

> So at least this morning my house looks pretty good; I need to make beds,

damp mop some of the floors (didn't get to that yesterday) and do a load of

dishes and try to repair the minor Robbie/Putter/Sophie damages.

>

> However was in a terrible terrible mood yesterday. He

complained all day and hit people (not me and not Enrique, but mainly

Sophie) and then Enrique would threaten to hit because he was

complaining. I don't believe Enrique ever actually hit anyone although he

did throw a book once. Enrique feels that no one should feel unhappy or

complain except for Enrique because listening to others complaining upsets

Enrique. screamed and screamed at me that I love Enrique better

and that I never do anything about him. I pointed out all the medications,

and therapies and general reading that I do in an effort (unsuccessful as

yet, I grant you) to make Enrique act like a decent caring human being.

" Well, " screamed , " Why don't you talk to him or something. You

love him better. "

>

> Sigh. I talk to Enrique all the time and I talk to him about mistreating

his siblings and I talk to him about how he should behave. Endlessly. And I

tend to feel it is the least successful thing I do with him. Some of what

objects to is pretty normal sibling stuff actually; he is not the

first sibling to find his older teenaged brother obnoxious and irritating.

Enrique is quite a tease and , unfortunately, is the perfect

teasing foil. But none of this meant anything to in his rage; he

told me that he hated me over and over again.

>

> Now today is St. Day, as I have said, and part of our celebration

is to put out shoes with carrots in them the night before and then the

children wake up to find chocolate coins in their shoes. I took Robbie and

Putter with me to buy the chocolate coins and they were very bad in the

candy store. Then I took Robbie and Putter with me to buy the tree and they

loved doing that. Putter especially was thrilled. I kept the tree in the

car when I got home because Sophie was standing at the back door crying. I

had hoped to beat her home from school but she beat me by about two minutes

and she had already had a fight with . I did not want Sophie to

see the tree because supposedly St. brings it to our house and a

few days ago Sophie said to me, " I don't believe in the tooth fairy and I

don't believe in Santa Claus but I know St. NIcholas is real because the

carrots are always gone when our candy comes and they aren't in the trash

because I looked and I don't think you would eat that many carrots (true!

and I put the discarded carrots in bag and put them in our big trash can) so

St. is the only explanation. I did not want to destroy her

innocent belief so I felt it was very important to keep the tree from her.

>

> knew all about this and so, to help out me and to keep Sophie

happy in her innocent childish beliefs, he hit her when she tried to meet me

in the garage which is why she was crying. Someone, I guess me, needs to

have a long talk with discussing why the ends don't justify the

means, but, believe me, yesterday was NOT the day to do it on. I did tell

him not to hit Sophie and he said to me, " Yeah, you love her better. "

>

> On towards dinner time which was very confusing because Enrique fixed

himself a box of rice a roni quite late and ate the entire thing so I

figured he would hardly want dinner. Sophie told me that she was hungry and

wanted me to cook her dinner (it was four thirty and we eat around six

thirty or seven). I was not prepared to do that at that time and she would

not get herself anything to eat so she went on getting hungrier and hungrier

(we had lots of easy to prepare reasonably healthy snack foods in the

kitchen too)

>

> Enrique had a woman from church coming over to give him communion. I

planned to discuss just buying pizza (because I was tired after all my

cleaning efforts) or something after she left and I meant to poll the kids

on what they wanted to eat. But, while the nice church lady was there,

Sophie decided to scream and scream at me that she was hungry and why

wouldn't I feed her. It was very embarrassing. , very

embarrassed, came into the room I was in with the little ones and Sophie and

said that you could hear Sophie shouting, " Why won't you feed me? I am so

hungry. Please feed me, " from the living room. And then, because Sophie

was being so loud, and totally unexpected by me, he hit her. Oddly enough

this did not seem to make her quieter (DUH!) and she then began shouting

" Ouch, Ouch, Oh please don't hit me, " or something. I figure I'll be

hearing from CPS today about why I don't feed my kid and why I beat her up.

Double sigh.

>

> Finally Sophie went and fixed herself a waffle, something which had been

available to her the entire time she was screaming at me.

>

> Then we spent about an hour just generally fighting and arguing about what

to eat. Finally, very late, we went to get pizza. Normally I would have

had it delivered but we needed some drinks (HA! I needed a good stiff

drink, but really it was other drinks that we went in search of) Sophie and

Enrique stayed behind. Putter got into the car and I took the tree out of

the car to put it behind the house so Sophie would not see it. But

apparently Putter had decided that travelling with a tree in the car was the

new status quo and he began screaming " Tree! Tree! " . I actually tried to

put the tree back in but Robbie, who had sat next to it and been pricked by

it shouted, " No tree, no tree, " and anyway I couldn't get it back in. So I

strapped struggling Putter into his carseat and strapped Robbie in and then

pulled the tree to its outside location. Then got in after

yelling at Sophie not to come near the garage, and we drove off.

>

> Then it turned out that Putter had brought with him a model of a Stealth

plane that is 's. It is not really a toy; it has a display holder

and it falls apart if you play with it at all. Naturally it kept falling

apart on the drive and we kept having to put it back together while

shouted that Putter just got to ruin his stuff and nothing was

safe from him and I drove on grimly to get the pizzas.

>

> Robbie screamed non-stop because I hadn't put his shoes on in the

confusion about the tree. Putter screamed non-stop because of the tree and

the plane falling apart. screamed that no one cared about him and

he couldn't stand the noise. I periodically screamed that I was not thrilled

about any of this either and had seen what Putter had done to my

jewelry over the course of a few years? " Great, " said , " You love

him better. "

>

> We picked up the pizza, still screaming (well, us, not the pizza), and

drove home although I had to make a brief stop at a convenience store for

the drinks. Putter was pleased and he escaped from his carseat to join me

in the store; I did not prevent him (I would have left Robbie and Putter in

the car to be watched by as I can see the car from the store

anyway) Putter had a large candy selection in mind and I was at the point

of Anything To Keep Him Quiet. And it worked. So only Robbie was screaming

when I got home.

>

> Robbie's screaming set off Enrique who followed me around the house

shouting that Robbie had to stop crying and I kept suggesting that Enrique

leave but Enrique said he couldn't leave until Robbie stopped screaming.

Finally, it turned out that Power Puff Girls were coming on television and

Robbie loves them (so do I now!) and he toddled off to watch his favorite

show.

>

> Enrique went to eat, and then we discovered that they had given him no

breadsticks (he was having spaghetti with breadsticks), well, strictly

speaking they had given him two breadsticks and one had fallen out on the

floor of the car and one was being eaten by Sophie who brightly and

cheerfully offered it to Enrique. " I only had one bite, " she told him.

>

> Yes, yes, she is still alive, he didn't even hit her. I managed to

prevent any further Sophie Violence from occurring but, honestly, I was

tempted to do Sophie violence myself. People with OCD do not eat

breadsticks that others have gnawed on nor do they eat breadsticks from the

floor of the car, and, considering the state of the floor of my van, I can't

really blame Enrique.

>

> Enrique would not eat his spaghetti without breadsticks and he followed me

around moaning and groaning which subtracted seriously from my own enjoyment

of dinner. Finally, I decided to order some breadsticks for delivery (NO

WAY was I going out in the car again) and this was done. Alas, they take a

eight dollar minimum on delivery so I had to order THIRTY breadsticks. No

doubt I should not have allowed him a reward for being horrible, but I was

beyond caring at that point.

>

> And breadsticks are very popular in our house and I don't doubt that they

will be eaten.

>

> Of course, Enrique had to wait thirty minutes for the delivery but

basically things were okay. Finally everyone was fed (Sophie, the girl who

was starving to death, ate one tiny piece of her tiny personal pan pizza.)

We did our Advent wreath -- Putter, without any prompting, took down the #5

box on his Advent calendar -- and read our story and things settled down.

>

> Finally bedtime. I was having a chat with Sophie who lay beside me in

bed. We were talking about the horrors of the day and I said, forgetting

who I was talking to, " Oh, and the way Putter acted when I took the tree out

of the car... " " What? " asked Sophie and I suddenly realized my gaffe. " Oh,

nothing, " I said quickly. " Tree? " said Sophie, and then, " Mama, I am so

sleepy. I just didn't hear what you said. "

>

> Innocence is ended. Silly Mama.

>

> Salli

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

A Perfectly Horrid Day/LONG but so was the

day...

..

>

> First of all, my lovely Mexican student has returned to Mexico. Her visa

was up or something.

Again, wish we were closer!

> Enrique totally refused to attend his doctor's appointment in the morning.

Now actually this was a bit of a plus as I used the unnecessary (I had

talked with his doctor on the phone for quite a while the day before)

appointment as leverage to get him to agree to try Risperidal again,

Aren't you sneaky!

although he did say a trifle ominously that if he felt worse this time than

he did last (he suffered from sleepiness and just quit it last time; now we

know that that is a normal side effect that goes away),

Does he understand that he may feel odd or out of control for the first

several days after starting a new med?

then he would kill me. I assumed he was not being precise in his speech.

Obviously hoping so too.

>

> However was in a terrible terrible mood yesterday. He

complained all day and hit people (not me and not Enrique, but mainly

Sophie) and then Enrique would threaten to hit because he was

complaining.

Yikes! I hate these kind of days!

Enrique feels that no one should feel unhappy or complain except for Enrique

Typical attitude!'

because listening to others complaining upsets Enrique.

Interesting how he doesn't get it that he has the same effect on you!

screamed and screamed at me that I love Enrique better and that I

never do anything about him. I pointed out all the medications, and

therapies and general reading that I do in an effort (unsuccessful as yet, I

grant you) to make Enrique act like a decent caring human being. " Well, "

screamed , " Why don't you talk to him or something. You love him

better. "

Is something specific triggering his attitude? Maybe you should drug HIM

just so you get some peace!

> Sigh. I talk to Enrique all the time and I talk to him about mistreating

his siblings and I talk to him about how he should behave. Endlessly. And I

tend to feel it is the least successful thing I do with him.

Yep, words just don't click with the obsessions and irrational thoughts of

our children, damn!

Some of what objects to is pretty normal sibling stuff actually;

he is not the first sibling to find his older teenaged brother obnoxious and

irritating. Enrique is quite a tease and , unfortunately, is the

perfect teasing foil. But none of this meant anything to in his

rage; he told me that he hated me over and over again.

Does he always over react when he's being teased?

>

Sophie said to me, " I don't believe in the tooth fairy and I don't believe

in Santa Claus but I know St. NIcholas is real because the carrots are

always gone when our candy comes and they aren't in the trash because I

looked and I don't think you would eat that many carrots (true! and I put

the discarded carrots in bag and put them in our big trash can) so St.

is the only explanation.

Sneaky you!

I did not want to destroy her innocent belief

Me with and Santa Claus

>

> knew all about this and so, to help out me and to keep Sophie

happy in her innocent childish beliefs, he hit her when she tried to meet me

in the garage which is why she was crying.

Oh, now there's a bright idea......smack.

Someone, I guess me, needs to have a long talk with discussing why

the ends don't justify the means, but, believe me, yesterday was NOT the day

to do it on. I did tell him not to hit Sophie and he said to me, " Yeah, you

love her better. "

Oh, good grief!

>

Sophie told me that she was hungry and wanted me to cook her dinner (it was

four thirty and we eat around six thirty or seven). I was not prepared to

do that at that time and she would not get herself anything to eat so she

went on getting hungrier and hungrier (we had lots of easy to prepare

reasonably healthy snack foods in the kitchen too)

I take it she wanted you to wait on her?

But, while the nice church lady was there, Sophie decided to scream and

scream at me that she was hungry and why wouldn't I feed her. It was very

embarrassing.

I can only imagine!

, very embarrassed, came into the room I was in with the little

ones and Sophie and said that you could hear Sophie shouting, " Why won't you

feed me? I am so hungry. Please feed me, " from the living room. And then,

because Sophie was being so loud, and totally unexpected by me, he hit her.

Oddly enough this did not seem to make her quieter (DUH!) and she then began

shouting " Ouch, Ouch, Oh please don't hit me, "

You know this is funny when you're not the one living it!

I figure I'll be hearing from CPS today about why I don't feed my kid and

why I beat her up. Double sigh.

Wouldn't that be the icing on the cake!

>

> Finally Sophie went and fixed herself a waffle, something which had been

available to her the entire time she was screaming at me.

I think you should have told her she couldn't eat after all the carrying on

she did....not!

I'm not even going to comment on the trip to get the pizza, it's too much of

a mess already!

> Robbie's screaming set off Enrique who followed me around the house

shouting that Robbie had to stop crying and I kept suggesting that Enrique

leave but Enrique said he couldn't leave until Robbie stopped screaming.

Aaaarrrrggggghhhhhh! How do you manage not to tear your hair out?

Finally, it turned out that Power Puff Girls were coming on television and

Robbie loves them (so do I now!) and he toddled off to watch his favorite

show.

One down....

>

> Enrique went to eat, and then we discovered that they had given him no

breadsticks (he was having spaghetti with breadsticks), well, strictly

speaking they had given him two breadsticks and one had fallen out on the

floor of the car and one was being eaten by Sophie who brightly and

cheerfully offered it to Enrique. " I only had one bite, " she told him.

Surely she knew this would be a problem for him. Did she know the

breadsticks were for his spaghetti?

.. Finally, I decided to order some breadsticks for delivery (NO WAY was I

going out in the car again)

I don't blame you!

Finally everyone was fed (Sophie, the girl who was starving to death, ate

one tiny piece of her tiny personal pan pizza.)

Typical, she already ate the waffle..

We did our Advent wreath -- Putter, without any prompting, took down the #5

box on his Advent calendar -- and read our story and things settled down.

Glad to here the night was somewhat peaceful.

>

> Finally bedtime. I was having a chat with Sophie who lay beside me in

bed. We were talking about the horrors of the day and I said, forgetting

who I was talking to, " Oh, and the way Putter acted when I took the tree out

of the car... "

BTDT.

" What? " asked Sophie and I suddenly realized my gaffe. " Oh, nothing, " I

said quickly. " Tree? " said Sophie, and then, " Mama, I am so sleepy. I just

didn't hear what you said. "

Did she really not hear what you said? Maybe????

> Innocence is ended. Silly Mama.

>

> Salli

Salli,

I really don't know how you do it!

Sue

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[Guest guest]

Shouldn't we nominate Salli for Mother of the Year?

Seriously???

Penny...who's mind is just numb after reading that story.

[Guest guest]

Nominate? She's already won.

Her prize? A Trophy in the shape of a cat pee frying pan.

Kerri

Re: A Perfectly Horrid Day/LONG but so was the

day...

Shouldn't we nominate Salli for Mother of the Year?

Seriously???

Penny...who's mind is just numb after reading that story.

[Guest guest]

Oh dear. Poor Salli. Poor Sophie. What a perfectly horrid day. I

would trade you days because it sounds like you could have used a day

like mine, but I really needed it too and you are too far away. But

I still wish you could have had a better day.

Mine was actually peaceful compared to the norm for us. I drove

about 600 miles, but I only had two children, and is manic

right now which is a tad easier to deal with than when he is down, so

my biggest headache was traffic. I even managed to find 's

Christmas present at our favourite toy store in Portland. The store

is called Thinker Toys.

Needless to say though my house is still a raging disaster and

although it is St. day we do not yet have a tree much less

are we prepared to decorate. I haven't even retreived the Nativity

for the wise men to start their journey from afar.

[Guest guest]

Absoutely!! All hail Salli!!

Tuna

--- vegasgirl_35 wrote:

Shouldn't we nominate Salli for Mother of the Year?

Seriously???

Penny...who's mind is just numb after reading that story.

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Absolutely!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tamara, mom to Ebony-4 yrs, ASD & -7 months

>

>Reply-To: parenting_autism

>To: parenting_autism

>Subject: Re: A Perfectly Horrid Day/LONG but so was the

>day...

>Date: Fri, 07 Dec 2001 01:30:33 -0000

>

>Shouldn't we nominate Salli for Mother of the Year?

>

>Seriously???

>

>Penny...who's mind is just numb after reading that story.

>

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[Guest guest]

Too bad about loosing your student. Is

trying to get attention, good or bad? There is NEVER a

dull moment at your house is there?

I must admit, I laughed myself silly when I read the

part about Sophie pleading to be fed and to not hit

her anymore. Poor lady probably did not know what to

think was going on. LOL!

I hope you had an utterly boring day today. Any word

on the divorce papers?

Ginger

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In a message dated 12/8/2001 10:48:24 AM Central Standard Time,

bunnytiner@... writes:

<< Uh, drive up here and fix the holes in the walls? A few other minor

repairs?

Salli

>>

Sure...on the way to finish Grace's kitchen...I'll be there....ohhhh,

sayyyyy....about 4 years?

Ron

[Guest guest]

> Shouldn't we nominate Salli for Mother of the Year?

>

> Seriously???

>

> Penny...who's mind is just numb after reading that story.

Yesterday was WORSE and I don't think I will ever even get up the energy to

write about it. Yuck, yuck and double yuck.

TODAY! Ha, ha, Lou took Putter, Robbie and Sophie with him on a nice little

day trip so I am cleaning and checking email. I haven't got fully dressed

or put my contacts in and I am enjoying the peace.

And what about ? She should get Mother of the Year. She had all

that mono...

Of course, and I are secretly the same person, except I think she's

thinner, younger and has a reasonable husband.

Salli

[Guest guest]

> You're a good mom....

> I wish I could say more...do more to comfort or help.

Thanks, Ron.

Uh, drive up here and fix the holes in the walls? A few other minor

repairs?

Salli

[Guest guest]

> Nominate? She's already won.

>

> Her prize? A Trophy in the shape of a cat pee frying pan.

AWWW, Kerri, thanks. I couldn't have done it without all my PA friends.

[bows, waves the cat pee frying pan and smiles through her tears]

Salli

[Guest guest]

> Too bad about loosing your student.

Oh, it is, isn't it? I just went on a cleaning binge though and things are

pretty nice around here.

Is

> trying to get attention, good or bad?

I have actually think he is pretty severely depressed due to difficult

family circumstances. He never wants to do anything.

There is NEVER a

> dull moment at your house is there?

What's a dull moment?

>

> I must admit, I laughed myself silly when I read the

> part about Sophie pleading to be fed and to not hit

> her anymore. Poor lady probably did not know what to

> think was going on. LOL!

It was funny later. I knew at the time it would be funny later. I hoped

that the church lady would also know that it was funny and not call CPS.

>

> I hope you had an utterly boring day today.

I didn't the day you wrote this out but I am now, thank you.

Any word

> on the divorce papers?

Lou's deal is still awaiting me.

Salli

[Guest guest]

In a message dated 12/8/2001 3:49:47 PM Central Standard Time,

bunnytiner@... writes:

<< Okay, Ron, I imagine the holes will still be here plus a few new ones

probably.

Salli

>>

Oh, yeah...almost forgot...I'll have the train table for you and

also...

Ron...who wish he really could be Santa Claus like this

[Guest guest]

>

> << Uh, drive up here and fix the holes in the walls? A few other minor

> repairs?

>

>

> >>

>

> Sure...on the way to finish Grace's kitchen...I'll be there....ohhhh,

> sayyyyy....about 4 years?

Okay, Ron, I imagine the holes will still be here plus a few new ones

probably.

Salli

[Guest guest]

In a message dated 12/8/2001 8:40:23 PM Central Standard Time,

reynoldspm@... writes:

<< Oh! Me too? is not a carpenter and I REALLY need one. Drat it

all.

>>

Now here's an idea..I could just go worlwide....

I could tour the U.S. fixin' stuff...head up to Ontario, meet FL and fix

something there, go down under and help out then head to Germany and

build n something....

You guys don't mind financing this do you...oh...of course they;ll be 5 of us

Ron

[Guest guest]

In a message dated 12/8/2001 11:15:46 PM Central Standard Time,

vhunnius@... writes:

<< I need bookshelves. I need someone to make me a light therapy box that

doesn't cost $400. I need my basement finished. How's that? I can think of

more....

Jacquie

>>

Pack the bags and kids Terry...we're going on a trip...I wish

Ron

[Guest guest]

In a message dated 12/8/2001 11:19:07 PM Central Standard Time,

aaron@... writes:

<< " You've seen This Old House...you've seen Yankee Workshop...now it's

time for...Ron, Worldwide... "

Yeahhhhhh...

>>

I'd love it....

Ron

[Guest guest]

> Yesterday was WORSE and I don't think I will ever even get up the

energy to

> write about it. Yuck, yuck and double yuck.

Ack! I hate days like that. They just drain you.

>

> TODAY! Ha, ha, Lou took Putter, Robbie and Sophie with him on a

nice little

> day trip so I am cleaning and checking email. I haven't got fully

dressed

> or put my contacts in and I am enjoying the peace.

Hehehe. I do have my contacts in but I am still in my sweats.

was home today and he has been in charge. I slept. I ran out of

steam and could go no more so I slept practically most of the night

and almost the entire day. I am now reading some emails and having a

cup of coffee and later I plan on going to bed early. Maybe tomorrow

I shall be a person again.

>

> And what about ? She should get Mother of the Year. She

had all

> that mono...

Yes, but I don't have to duck flying Enriques. is at my

mothers so she is no longer breaking children or doors and is

much smaller than Enrique. Gail is not outwardly violent, she turns

on herself, but I don't have to defend myself from that. I have to

admit though that the mono episode was above and beyond the call of

duty. It reminded me of the chicken pox debacle that swept through

the household six years ago.

>

> Of course, and I are secretly the same person, except I

think she's

> thinner, younger and has a reasonable husband.

Thinner?? Probably not. Something to do with age and babies and all

that you know. I am a couple years younger than you but I feel 80

alot of the time. I don't suppose that counts though. And yes, I do

have a reasonable husband. He is my chief supporter and a good man.