November 2011
6 posts
September 2011
1 post
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July 2011
2 posts
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There comes a point in every day when you are best...
I took that crappy pic of 16’s baking today because the brownie was gorgeous and it sort of pleased her that I liked it enough to post a stupid pic on a stupid blog.
I’ve been doing this stupid blog for quite some time now. Way back in those dim and distant days there were many fewer users and those whom I followed were closer to my age, mostly. They also tended to be creative...
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Even we get the odd night off. →
It’s respite night, hurrah!
The boys are out and Hub’s not home yet, it’s just 16 and I.
Send help.
June 2011
27 posts
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I'll admit, I am a little proud. →
21 got his degree results today.
Well done sweetheart, you’ve worked hard, you deserve it.
Are you secure enough to be a friend? →
Everyone needs a friend, most people have at least one. But if people judge us by our friends, could you be friends with someone with special needs.
Really friends?
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Am I willing to admit I can do this? →
Finally saying, “you know, I CAN parent reasonably well, thank you very much.”
That was the weekend that was. →
Kids, mud and 15th Century quotations, it was all go at Tŷ Penbleth this weekend.
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The eyes have it - again. →
Featuring popped eyeballs and burning eyedrops.
Bonus, one glass eye.
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I suppose it depends how you look at it. →
Facing up to kids who want to do their own thing, because that’s how it should be.
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Happy birthday 21. →
It’s a pretty big birthday and the first year I won’t see him on it. I suppose we’re both having some big changes.
Longest day, minus 21 years. →
Memories of change.
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Three go forth again. →
If it’s respite day then it’s also take the others to the cinema day.
If you've got nothing nice to say, come sit beside... →
This could be false advertising. Plus, mindless boasting about the mundane.
Stiff back, now with added migraine. →
I think I just spotted the problem.
If it woofs and is black …
Welcome night. →
It’s been a long day, time to breathe.
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gabrielgadfly:
Retard by Gabriel Gadfly
You abuse the word.
You say it with a lightness that ignores my twenty-nine year old sister playing with Barbie dolls and unable to run her own bathwater for fear she might scald the skin off her thighs.
You say it with a lightness that ignores my family’s celebration when years and years of work finally paid off and my sister learned to read the...
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Coming to an end. →
When your son sits the last exam for his Bachelor’s degree you can forgive a little sentiment.
I AM sympathetic. →
The day Hub hurt his back.
More ranting, then I'll stop. For now.
Why when we describe someone do we have to go for the obvious?
Do you know so and so? Oh, yes, he’s black.
Do you remember this person? Yes, she’s gay.
So what? Frankly I’m not bothered about the colour of someone’s skin or their sexuality, keep all that to yourself.
Unless you’re going to tell me someone has an unholy fetish for custard creams, then I’m...
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Words have power
Doing something regrettable is R’ed.
Semicolons are transvestite hermaphrodites.
Something a bit old-hat or pathetic is gay.
A temper-tantrum is a paddy.
To not pay your debt is to welch.
Hard work is N-work.
Something thrown together is N-rigged.
Or if you are in Northern Ireland the latter is, “a bit paddy looking”, whereas something well done and tidy is...
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It's way past time to know better. →
This was written in response to a blog I read that described certain behaviour as being R’ed.
It includes links to r-word.org
I know we have seen the video here before but I felt it was something that needed restating.
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Can we all say, "strained"? →
Or, when the kids nerves are things of the past and I end up being the sane one.
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If I said I had an exciting weekend would you hold... →
Or, how I finally got my sister to comment on my blog.
Are you good at politicking?
I have deleted the rest of the post.
Suffice it to say, I’m not and I loathe being manoeuvred.
Bah humbug.
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Final insult.
So far today I have banjaxed the cakes I was baking, banjaxed the cupcakes and refused to bake muffins on the grounds I have caused enough havoc for one day.
To top this, not one person has made me a cup of tea, including myself. I have got to 2.13 pm and had ZERO cups today.
No wonder my head is spinning, if this goes on much longer it will turning round completely and I’ll be...
Care in care homes (this is not an easy post.) →
Are adults with special needs REALLY better off living in residential/ sheltered accommodation than with their family?
On a lighter note:
16: There's a really nice bag online.
Me: That's nice.
16: Would you like me to show it to you?
Me: No.
16: You would like it.
Me: I'm sure I would.
16: Are you SURE you don't want me to show it to you?
Me: Yes.
16: I don't want you to buy it to me.
Me: That works out then, doesn't it?
16: ::sigh::
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softserved replied to your post: Warning, don’t look if you are going to be upset, I couldn’t watch more than a few minutes.
I feel like there are always chances of these places being corrupt but being clingy and always scared for your children all the time can be unhealthy for them too. I’m sure it’s difficult to find just the right balance and close to impossible.
I am neither...
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Warning, don't look if you are going to be upset,...
My two middle kids have just come back from visiting their grandparents, we were talking about what they did and how they helped. Then 16 told me her grandmother had been watching a BBC programme last night about abuse in care homes for young people with special needs.
I don’t know if this will play outside the UK but you can click here to see it on iPlayer if you would like to see for...
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Half way through half term. →
Where I start talking about one thing and end up ranting about the numbering of days of the week.
May 2011
25 posts
Almost the end.
20 is almost at the end of his degree. He has exams on the 10th and 13th of June and then he is done.
Yesterday he went with us, aged 2 1/2 weeks to his father’s graduation. The day after that he began school, now he has handed in his dissertation, written his final essays and is studying for his finals.
This morning I ordered his gown, hood and mortar board and booked his official...
Mostly vacant but a little spinny. →
Wherein I’m not terribly well but can still torment my husband, so all is not lost.
I'll take a spoon full of sugar over a bucket load... →
Baking, cupcakes and boobs.
No questions, I don't even know if you're out... →
Residential schooling for special needs kids. →
If your consultant is advising residential school to more than one family you’ve got to ask why.
Yo-yo.
12 seems to have the up and downs tonight. Every time I go downstairs she gets up.
I think this is my signal to go to bed.
She keeps me on a short leash.
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Money, money, money, it's a waiting for funding... →
Now I ponder two separate issues at the one time, that will keep me out of mischief for a while.
Silent Sunday, clouds and clematis edition. →
I don’t say much but there are some pictures.
Such sweet, sweet oblivion. →
Perchance to be too noodled to dream.
There will be no napping. →
Still no sleep but I can’t sneak a nap today.
One is not amused. →
One is, however, flippin’ knackered from lack of sleep.
Exam time. AGGHHHH!!! →
It’s examination time at Tŷ Penbleth, now ain’t that fun.
Don't pout, you're detracting from my ennui. →