I've been tagged. Apparently Ms. Pickel wants to know more about me. Hmmm... who am I again?
My friend Tammy emailed me the other day and said, "How are you other than that stuff? How are YOU? Not the mother, not the wife, the GINGER..." I have not written her back because I could not think of anything.
So I am gonna pretend that there is no such thing as Autism for the rest of the day.
Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog at the bottom of the list:
I had just finished grad school and was two weeks away from my marrying my sweet Scott.
Oh look at us.... We were just babies. If we only knew then....
My only cares in the world were ordering an additional wedding cake for the extra, last minute guests...
which worked out nicely.
And camouflaging my sisters tattoos and her hot, hot punkness so she did not take the spotlight from Moi at my own wedding.
Everything worked out beautifully.
What were you doing 1 year ago?
That was the best of times, this was the worst of times.
To say that things were bad one year ago would be a bit of an understatement. Two years into Chandler's diagnosis, we finally got his diet under control, his IEP and interventions in place and I thought things were settling down. Not so. I put together that the school he was attending was mishandling the disabled and at-risk kids in Chandler's class.
Because it was our church's school, we naively believed that the administration would want to know what was going on so they could fix it. Because churches are honest, right? Not so much. Instead of addressing the problem, they harassed us, threw our kids out of school breaking half a dozen laws, threw us out of our leadership positions in the church, slandered us to our friends and family and told them that they were not allowed to talk to us about what happened. So many of them just stopped talking to us and we became estranged from most of our family that are under the influence of said "church". That is what Jesus would do, right?
(apparently I can only go about 15 minutes pretending that autism does not exist.)
So falling deeper and deeper in debt, we sold our house and decided to get away from the pollution (both relational and environmental), put our house in LA on the market and made an offer on a house in Maine.
(shhh... can you hear that sound? Is that the highway? An airplaine? No. It is the breeze moving through the tress. Ahhh....)
Five Snacks You Enjoy:
Chocolate with almonds Brie and crackers Chocolate with strawberries Orange Juice Chocolate with anything or nothing
Five Songs That You Know All The Lyrics To:
Jesus Loves Me It's the End of the World as Know it (And I Feel Fine) Chasing Cars Everything by They Might Be Giants Everything by The Police
Five Things You Would Do If You Were a Millionaire:
Build a big, safe house for Chandler HBOT Start a foundation to pay for DAN treatment for ASD families Hire a trainer Have a trust fund to care for Chan after we pass on
Five Bad Habits:
Addiction to Complex Carbohydrates Addiction to screens (computer, tv, ipod, any screen will do. Information is my brain crack.) Staying up too late Worrying about tomorrow Stupid crap like this
Five Things You Like To Do:
Write Read the Bible Talk Tickle my sons Pick apart TV shows with Scott
Five Things You Would Never Wear Again:
My heart on my sleeve
Five favorite toys:
My computer My Tivo My Ipod My cell My steam carpet cleaner