I originally started this blog a few years ago to chronicle Noah's daily struggles with autism. It was a dark time in my life - a time when I felt that things would never get better. It was a time when I felt that all my hopes and dreams for my son and for our family had died. In my efforts to help Noah recover from autism, I began a journey that inadvertently led me to rediscover myself. I learned how to laugh again. How to dream again. How to live again. How to love again.

Autism Schmaustism. He's still our son.

This is a blog celebrating our family. Our kids. Our life.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Because I Know This is What You're All Wanting to See...



This is for the legion of readers who've flocked over here from Corey's blog because for some unknown reason she mentioned that I look (and the caps are all hers) JUST LIKE JILLIAN MICHAELS from The Biggest Loser.

What? You don't buy it? You think that picture looks suspiciously like Jenny McCarthy's body from her Shape cover last spring?? Oh, Corey. You do have some smart readers.

Okay, I confess. My friend Chantelle did kinda get really, really creative with the photoshop after reading my lament about Jenny McCarthy's "yoga inspired body" in one of last April's blog posts.

But what am I meant to do? I have tons and tons of Corey readers coming over here simply because Corey took too much NyQuil (or something) and decided to blog.

I mean... have you actually seen what Jillian Michaels looks like?





In my defense, I know this is a tiny picture, but I was afraid that if I posted a close-up, you'd really be able to see that the only things we have in common are:

1. We are both female

2. We both have long brown hair

3. We both desire to be super fit and hot.... but, uh, only one of us has actually achieved that.


So, Corey readers. Thank you for stopping by. Please don't laugh at me. You all have inspired me to dust off my 30 Day Shred video and pop it in the DVD. And let me tell you... that DVD will seriously kick your fat butt into shape. It's awful. It hurts... in a "I feel like I've been run over by a mack truck but it's okay because I want a 19 year old's bohiney" kind of way. And it will absolutely reverse any damage you've done by eating entire crockpots full of cream cheese rotel dip and platters of buckeyes.

Or so I hope.

Intrigued? Interested? Then head over to Corey's blog because I've just donated two, never-opened Jillian Michael's DVD's for Corey's super awesome, totally amazing, this-girl-rocks, raffle. She's got over 26 prizes ready to be dished out... all in the name of raising money for an emergency vehicle in Haiti.

They're a bunch of crazy people.. those Haitian adoptive parents. I mean, a whole bunch of them decided to something good - like raise money for an ambulance - and thought, "Hey, I know what! We'll raise money by running in the 2010 Disney Marathon!"

Say what?

Now, we Indian parents held a nice little bake sale for our fundraiser. Full of soft sugar cookies and warm chewy brownies. But those Haitian parents. No, they go out and do a full marathon.

Show-offs.

A marathon! I mean, are you people crazy?

Apparently so, because 15 of them have signed up and now they're fundraising to help bring in some more money for the ambulance. And Corey is doing a super duper raffle over at her blog. So head on over there and read about it. Plus, Corey's blog is just flat-out funny. She's a RAD mom herself.

Those RAD moms... tsk tsk.. such characters.

So go check it out. Oh, and, dear hubby, can you please head on over there and leave a comment on Corey's blog and tell her that you've seen me in all my glory and that Jillian Michaels doesn't hold a candle to me? It would be such a lie, but would so totally make my day. Thanks, babe!

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Our Thanksgiving Review...

So, a brief (haha - you know it's going to be long) recap of our Thanksgiving week and the beginning of our Christmas festivities...


Our Thanksgiving was pretty quiet. My mom had foot surgery and can't put weight on her foot for 12 weeks, so she wasn't able to go to my aunt's this year (too crowdedfor her wheelchair). So, being the good daughter I am, I decided that we would go to her house instead and that's what we did. (Although we missed you, Aunt Jane!) It was just me, Sim, and the kids with my mom and dad. It was nice. The kids ate their fair share of cool whip, played the Wii until Charlie Brown's Thanksgiving came on, and I took a 3 hour nap.


Now, that's something to be thankful for!


Oh yeah. And Eli informed us that he's a vegetarian - which he demonstrated by completing bypassing the Thanksgiving turkey this year. He says he's no longer a T-Rex. He is now a gentle Stegosaurus. I don't know what to think about my 6 year old still believing that he's the reincarnation of a dinosaur, but at least he's no longer the kind that will attack me in my sleep and rip my limbs off. That's good, right?


Oh! Oh! And we had a family picture made to put in our Christmas cards. And the good part is I don't even have to buy Christmas cards because I just have to open up my junk draw and there are stacks and stack of them waiting to be sent!


In 13 years of marriage, we've sent out Christmas cards for 2 of them. This is a hint to let you know that while I have every good intention of sending out Christmas cards, it very well may not happen. Besides, I'm still traumatized by trying to get the kids to smile, look at the camera, and open their eyes for this year's pic. As you can, this did not happen. Despite the looks on my kids' faces, please know that they are loved, well taken care of, and are genuinely happy children. At least Eli's smiling. He may not be looking at the camera, but, hey, we'll take what we can get.


Oh, and since my last blog post shamed me into taking better care of myself, I actually plucked my brows and ran a creme rinse through my hair. And pigs didn't fly! And it didn't snow in August! Who knew.





What else? Let's see. Well, Nandi got kicked out of the preschool Thanksgiving play. Okay, okay, we were politely asked not to take her because "she would be a distraction to the other kids". We were also asked not to bring her to school that day (snort) so that the other kids could practice. Does that count as an excused absence?

Anyway, it seems that Miss N spent the day before the Thanksgiving play biting her teacher and tripping a teacher's aide in the cafeteria. How my little 29lb girl managed to trip a 200 lb teacher is beyond me. But I can vouch that she's a strong one, so it's certainly possible.

It was also brought to my attention that she is hanging out with the "wrong crowd" at school. I'm not sure what the wrong crowd is for preschoolers. I don't imagine they're skipping out of fingerpainting sessions by smoking candy cigarettes behind the school bus. But I do imagine they're the kids who like to cause a ruckus... which means, of course, my little pumpkin would be attracted to them.

Boy, she's gonna in be for a world of surprise when she starts Kindergarten next year. Or should I say, the teachers will be in for a world of surprise when she starts Kindergarten next year? heehee

So, anyway, it's the day after Black Friday (which was just another Friday for us because, as I told my friend, Christine, I just cannot muster up enthusiasm for televisions, video games, and telephones.. oh, and I don't wear jewelry... so, really, what's the point of waiting in line at the buttcrack of dawn?) So, BF is over and now we officially start the Christmas season.

The first thing I insist we do (okay, Sim insists that we do) before we put up the Christmas decorations is clean the house. Which can take forever, but we managed to do it.

Look what I found in the back of a cabinet...


Look! It's the Vegas Style cross that Nandi made for the resurrection of our Lord and Savior for Easter this past year.

Which was actually pretty fitting because she also royally tarted herself up like a little Vegas Showgirl with the Hannah Montana Make-Up kit that she found hidden behind some books.

The Hannah Montana make-up kit that she received for her birthday and that I hid approximately 5 minutes after she opened it because she'd already tried to paint Noah's eyelids a very shocking shade of blue. Plus, I seriously think Noah was about to smack her upside the head (and he hurts!), so I expertly diffused the situation. Lesson learned... just throw the gift away. Don't hide it.

And, right now, as I'm typing this, the kids are blowing marshmallows through the marshmallow shooters that I found behind the washing machine that were meant to go in their stockings last year, but I couldn't find them. And let me just say, marshmallow shooters are an excellent speech therapy tool for strengthening mouth muscles. I am seriously considering taking some to India with me, but Sim has already pointed out that there is probably a lack of marshmallow availability in India. But, really, I'm allowed two big bags of luggage. I honestly don't see the problem with taking over 10lbs of marshmallows.... The other ten pounds allowed, would be, of course, toothpaste, dental floss, and legal documents denying responsibiity for any cavities or sugar addictions caused by the suitcase full of marshmallows and marshmallow shooters that were brought over by the American, who, once again, had good intentions.

Anyway, that's it. Thanksgiving is gone and Christmas is on the way. Our stockings are hung and our Christmas tree is decorated in it's usual decor of glow-in-the-dark-planets, Indian-Girls-In-Saris Keychains, and mardi gras beads.

Why yes, we are classy.

I'll give the grand-tour of our Christmas tree at a later date.

And that's it. Hope you all had a fantastic Thanksgiving!

Leslie

Friday, November 20, 2009

Live Like Your Husband Has Amnesia

Weird title, huh?

So, a few days I ago I was in the library looking for some books to read and I came across some by Sophie Kinsella. She's the one who wrote Confessions of a Shopaholic. I'd never read the book, but loved the movie, so I checked out the two books that the library had... The Undomestic Goddess and Remember Me?. I finished them each in one day. They are THAT good.

Am so loving her at the moment. She's my new favorite author. Good, fun, pure, chick-lit. Love it.

Anyway, so last night I finished Remember Me? which is about a lady who's in an accident and can't remember anything from the last three years... including the fact that she's got a gorgeous husband. After I read it, it made me think what would happen if my husband got amnesia, woke up and found me standing over his bed saying that I was his wife.

I mean, I would be a stranger to him, right? He'd have no idea that we've shared the past 15 1/2 years together. He'd have to fall in love with me all over again. How I am now... not how I was when he fell in love with me when I was 20.

And the only thing that I could think of was, "Oh crap. He would so walk away." I mean, really. I am nothing like the naive young girl he fell in love with. How would it go?......

Hey, honey! It's me, Leslie. Your wife.

You're my wife?

Yeah, sweetie. We've been together for nearly 16 years and married for 13 1/2.

Really? Oh, okay. Well, tell me about us. How did we fall in love?

Well, we met in England. We lived next to each other in the dorms. Look! Here's a picture. (Reach into my bag and pull out a photo album). Look, that's us when we started dating.

(Touching the picture). Wow, you look so different. Your hair's red. (Smiles) You look so alive. And you're.... (eyebrows furrowing)...

Um, well, I was a bit skinnier, then. We have three kids, you know.

Really?

Yeah, they're great! We decided to adopt and voila!

Adopt, I thought maybe you'd given birth... you know (looking at my stomach).

Oh, well, you know. That's what you get when you eat too many fish fingers (laughing nervously).

We eat fish fingers?

Yeah, well, you know, um, we didn't always. (Start to smile). Before we had kids, we went out to eat all the time. We would always eat at this cool Indian restaurant in Dallas... Hey, I'm going to India in January!

(Face brightens) Really? I would love to go to India. When do we leave?

Oh, um, it's actually just me. You're staying with the kids.

What do you mean?

Well, we take separate vacations. It's hard to find a sitter, you know. And, plus, Noah - that's our son - doesn't do well away from home... and, uh...

So, we're married, but we take separate vacations?

It's not as bad as it sounds. Really. You go to England once a year. And you just got back from Yosemite last month.

And you stayed home?

Well, yeah, I mean, we have the kids...

O-kay. So we take separate vacations and we don't go out to eat anymore.

(Looking down. Silence). Um, hey, let's look at some other pictures. Here's one. Look, we're at Glastonbury Festival. Man, we had so much fun.

I wish I could, remember, Leslie. I really do. What's the last concert we went to? Maybe that'll jog my memory.

Oh, well, um, let me think... you mean the last one we went to together? Oh, uh, I think we went to see Delirious in 2002. And before that... um, I can't remember. We haven't really been out since Noah came.

When was that?

7 years ago.

We haven't been out in 7 years??!!

Well, no, I mean, we had a date night last Thanksgiving and three years before that we saw a movie and we went to England for our 10th anniversary.

So, you're telling me that we have separate vacations and we've had one date night in the last three years?

Um, yeah.

What about sex? Surely, I mean, come on....

Oh, sex? Uh, you do remember that we've been together nearly 16 years right?

No. I have amnesia, remember?

Oh, yeah. Oh YEAH! Oh, well, um, yeah, we have sex all the time. All. The. Time. It's awesome. I totally rock your world.

Really! Great. Well let's have it right now. Surely that'll make me remember.

Now? Like, right now? Oh, er, um, huh, well... I have a headache.

(Suspicious). Really? Do you get them a lot?

Um, well, I'm under a lot of stress. You can never plan for a migraine, you know.

Uh-huh, yeah. I believe you.

Plus, I need a shower.

When's the last time you had a shower?

Ummm... five days ago?

Five days ago??!!

Hey, I'm a busy woman!

A stinky woman (he mutters underneath his breath).

Hey, I heard that! (Pause). So, um, here's some more pictures.

(Looking at the photos). You just look so different in these photos.

Well, you know, we were first married and all. (Catch a glimpse of myself in the hospital mirror and my eyes widen at the sight of all the gray wiry hairs sprouting out the top of my head.)

But your eyes look different.

Oh, yeah. I used to pluck. Hurts like the dickens. I don't pluck anymore. (Look in the mirror again. Good grief! Are those fuzzy caterpillars stuck to my eyebrows???)

So, do we like the same things? Watch the same movies? Watch the same shows?

Well, you love PBS. You're quite addicted to some British show called MI-5.

Do we watch it together?

Well, uh, I usually read a book.

I see. You're trying to tell me that you're my wife, but we take separate vacations, never go out, have had one date night in three years, you've stopped taking care of yourself, we don't like the same things, and you, apparently, suffer from headaches... which I imagine, conveniently come on at bedtime. Is that right?

Well, it sounds a lot worse than it is.

It sounds awful! You're a liar. You're an imposter. You're not my wife. I would never stay in a relationship like that. Get out! Get out! Nurse! Nurse!....

Aaaaargh! Can you see what I mean? How did this happen? How did two young people who were so madly in love with each other become so complacent?

Don't get me wrong. My husband and I love each other. We really adore each other. He is my best friend. My favorite person in the world. We can be in the same room doing our own thing, but I feel better just knowing that he's in the room. We complete each other. We really do.

But looking at all the above. What the heck happened?

I mean, life happened. And kids happened. And kids with special needs happened. And we wouldn't change it. But it does change things. It's harder to find a sitter. You can't just run away to New York for the weekend. Heck, we can't run out to dinner and a movie. I mean, not just the sitter, but do you know how much that costs?? Bills happened. Credit cards happened. Becoming a stay-at-home-mom happened. Suddenly 24 hours in a day is no longer enough. We need more hours to get it all done.

I don't mind Sim going to England or going camping. I encourage it. And he's so excited about me going to India. We love to see each other happy. But how far can complacency get you?

What makes a marriage fall apart? We're doing great. We really are. But 10 more years of living like this? 20 more years? Will we feel the same? Will we be one of those couples who's married for 35 years and then splits up?

I don't want that. He doesn't want that. Neither of us wants that.

But what would I do if Sim suffered amnesia and had to fall in love with me all over again? Would he? I'm not the girl he fell in love with... the young, innocent, optimistic, life is full of rainbows and unicorns girl.

So, last night, we had a long talk. And we agreed that we have to make time for each other. The best thing we can give the kids (and ourselves) is the gift of having two parents who love each other. We rarely, if ever, fight. But do we show each other how much we love each other? Or have we taken it for granted that we'll always be there?

That's a dangerous game to play. And we don't want to play it. We've made a decision to live as if the other has amnesia... and fall in love all over again.

Well, we've never fallen out of love. I guess, I could say... we've decided to remind each other of why we fell in love in the first place. And to keep reminding each other... again and again and again.

So, I encourage you to take a moment and ask yourself what would happen if your spouse or significant other had amnesia and woke up not remembering you. Would he or she fall in love with you again?

Go home and start reminding each other now. Don't wait until it's too late. Don't wait until complacency gets the best of you.

It's the best gift you can give yourself.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Congratulations to the Raffle Winners!

Well, we had our bake sale and raffle on Saturday. We didn't make a lot on the bake sale, but coupled with the raffle tickets that we've been selling for the last few weeks, we made about $2150!

THANK YOU!!

We held our drawing at 2:00pm and all winners have already been notified.

1st prize: Emmitt Smith Football went to Julie H.

2nd prize: iPod Touch went to Steve K.

3rd prize: Wii went to Amy B.

I really, really wish that everyone could have won. It broke my heart that we had to stop drawing names after three... but I have to remember that we raised a lot of money for Sarah's kids and that was the purpose of the raffle.

We're talking with Sarah about her "wish list" for the kids and I believe the money raised will go a long way to purchasing items off the list. I'll take pictures of all the things we're bringing and post them here closer to to time to leave.

And, in case you haven't checked out Sarah's blog, she's not going to be receiving the 10 new kids that she had asked for.... she's going to be receiving 24!!

This money will be a huge blessing for her and the kids at SCH. Thanks again to everyone who donated! You really are making a difference!

Friday, November 13, 2009

We've Nearly Met Our Goal!

Tomorrow's our big bake sale and raffle for Sarah's Covenant Homes. If you missed the original post, you can find it HERE. Our goal was to raise $1500 for Sarah's kids and so far we've raised $1315!!

$380 of that was through online donations and $935 was raised locally or through generous bloggers who sent money through the mail. Thank you so much!!

We are $185 short of our goal. If anyone would like to buy a ticket (s) online, you would need to do so by 7:30 CST tomorrow MORNING. We'll be leaving shortly after that to set up the bake sale, so all online tickets need to be purchased soon.

We'll be holding the drawing at 2:00pm tomorrow afternoon at a local grocery store and all winners will be notified by 5:00pm CST. I'll also announce first names and locations on my blog.

Thanks again to everyone who has helped make this fundraiser a success. I cannot begin to express how in awe I am of everyone who has stepped up to help. There have been so many heartwarming donations that just make me want to cry thinking about them, but I don't know if I have permission to share them on the blog... but, just know, that I've found that it's people who need the money the most that give it so freely. I have never in my life seen so many generous, selfless donations.

I hope you all know that you are making a major contribution towards changing someone's life. I'm not going to forget this. I'm going to let you know exactly what we get with this money - YOUR money. And I'll keep you informed and we'll take plenty of pictures.... and, well, I don't know. I just want you all to feel a part of it - because this could not have happened - would not
have happened with YOU.

So thank you all so much - and here's hoping we meet our goal!

Just to refresh your memory:

Tickets are $5 each or 5 for $20.

1st prize: Wilson NFL game ball autographed by Emmitt Smith
2nd prize: iPod Touch 16gb
3rd prize: Nintendo Wii

Soooo.... who's feeling lucky?

Saturday, November 07, 2009

My Mega Update Post

Wow, what's up with me and the absentee blogging, huh? Maybe I'm just in a blogging funk or something, but I just haven't felt like getting on here lately. Nothing's wrong - nothing like that - but I do get this way from time to time and I guess this is one of those times. Of course, this probably means that I'll be blogging like a mad fiend for the next week or so... that's kind of my pattern. :-)

So now, instead of writing short little posts about this or that, I have to cram everything into a very lengthy, very wordy, possibly sleep-inducing post.

Let's see. What's been going on?

Well, RAD behaviors are on the rise in our little household. If I'm gone from blogging for awhile, you can generally assume that it's something behavior related.

Nandi received botox injections a week ago and I swear her RAD behaviors have gone through the roof. Things had gotten 90% better over the last month. 90%!! She was such a joy to be around... it was like the spring and the summer were some horrible nightmare that I actually got to wake up from...but then we went and let her have botox on her leg and BAM! right back to where we were last Spring.... and just let me say that it was the day after her botox injections at the end of February when her behavior took a nose dive.

I had mentioned it over the summer to her neurologist but he kind of dismissed it saying that he's never heard of botox injections causing a personality change. But the day after she got them last Thursday, she tried to choke me, kicked Noah in the head, and her speech started slurring. Lots and lot of baby talk. "Nandi, would you like a snack?" "Gaa! Gaa! Gaa gaaa ga!"

And her poor teacher! She's begging us not to let Nandi get botox again. She remembers the instant behavior changes in the classroom after February and now she looks like death warmed over every time she brings Nandi to the van when school's over. I swear I see relief in her eyes as we pull away at the end of each day.

So that's what's going on with Nandi.

With Eli, he's working us over pretty good. He's such a great, sweet kid. A heart of gold. But boy does he try to manipulate his momma. And he and Nandi are like oil and water. Thank goodness all our neighbors are elderly and hard of hearing b/c if we lived in the suburbs, I'm sure the cops would've been called out to our house about 79 times already. They are 98% voicebox, I swear they are. It's insane.

Right now, we've decided to keep Eli in public school. For my sanity mostly. And I'm not ashamed to admit it. Okay, I do admit that I mourn not being able to homeschool. I look at these homeschooling families and read all these homeschooling blogs and I want that - so badly. I want our kids to sit around the table as a family with each child doing their school work and me reading stories outloud to them as they drink hot chocolate. I dream of fieldtrips and making lapbooks and doing science experiments in the backyard. But it's just not going to happen. Sometimes it makes me feel like a failure - makes me feel that we're just pretty dysfunctional, really. But Sim keeps reminding me that we're dealing with a lot of issues - more than most families.

So I'm slowly coming to grips with the fact that we're a different kind of normal. And I have to learn to build a life around that.

By the way, it seems that Eli does really well once he's IN school. He loves it. But when he's home he just complains all the time. And not lightly. Like, REALLY complains. All. The. Time. But only with me. Never with Sim. Figures. Hmmph!

His teachers are still having to drag him out of the van each morning - bribing him with promises of being class leader that day or getting a treat out of the treat jar. Yesterday, one of the teachers finally saw the smirk he turned and gave me as he got out of the car with 3 teachers surrounding him. Attention seeker. You think? I told him yesterday after school that the gig is up. That the teacher saw his smirk and he looked absolutely crestfallen.

He also looked like the cat who swallowed the canary. So I didn't feel too guilty about bursting his bubble.

Honestly, I have high expectations that he's going to be an Oscar winning actor one day, make loads of money, and buy me a motorhome with a year's worth of gas.

It's a simple dream, really. One that I desperately cling onto.

Oh, by the way. We've started giving him two sprays of Bach's Rescue Remedy Sleep Aid before he goes to bed. The last two nights he hasn't woken up with night terrors or anxiety - at all! I highly recommend the stuff. We bought it at Whole Foods.

That brings us to Noah. I guess one of the reasons I haven't been blogging - besides breaking up constant fights of "I had it first! No, I did!" is that I'm trying to spend as much time as I can with Noah. I have 2 hours with him all alone each morning before we leave to pick up Nandi from Pre-K, so I just try to cram in as much time as possible with him. And, generally, when the kids are watching cartoons after school (Yep, I let my kids watch cartoons. Oh, the shame!) I hang out with Noah in his room and try to understand a bit of his world.

Last night, I spent 30 minutes just imitating him spinning wheels on his car. He would spin and spin the wheels and then touch his hand or his foot or his tongue to the wheel until it stopped. At one point, I asked him if I could try and I stuck my tongue out and he looked at me and pushed the wheel towards me just a little bit.

I know it seems like nothing, but any parent of a child who has severe autism knows that that's a huge breakthrough. I mean, Noah is great and cuddly and giggly and all, but he generally likes to be left alone and all past tries of interacting with him in his room ended up with him turning his back to me. So this is really good.

You know how on Noah's birthday I confessed that God had told me that he'd talk one day? Well, I didn't tell the whole story. I asked God how. What do I need to do? Because I'm one of those moms that will try anything. And we have. We've tried everything. We've been to every doctor. Every therapist. I'm great at scouting out new therapies for Noah. But God told me - very clearly - that the only thing I needed to do was to spend time with him. Spend time with Noah. That was all.

And you know what? That's the one thing that is the hardest thing in the world for me to do. Because it's time consuming. And there's no feedback. No interaction. No, "Wow Mom, you're awesome. I love spending time with you!" It's constant rejection. Constant. So all this time, all these years, I've been seeking out therapists and doctors and anyone or anything that could help Noah get better - and it all comes down to just spending time with him.

So that's what I'm doing. You'd think after 7 years of doing this that I'd be in a better place of healing and understanding. But it's constantly evolving. You can't put a timeline on grief. You just can't. And each day I get a little closer to seeing the big picture and God's plan for Noah's life.

That's not to say that I don't still seek out therapies and such. But all the therapies we're doing are things I can do myself with Noah at home. That I can do while spending time with him.

So there you go.

All the reasons why I haven't been blogging. Oh. And I've rediscovered the joy of reading again. I swear my English degrees ruined reading for me. For years I couldn't pick up a book without doing an internal lit crit analysis of it. And I don't count therapy books and autism books and RAD books as light, fun chick lit, either. But recently, I've started reading again. And I love it. My mom introduced me to Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum series and I read all 19 books (the 15 numbered and the 4 in betweens) in 6 weeks. (I'm a super fast reader.) A few days ago, I picked up an Emily Giffin book at our local used bookstore and now I'm hooked on her books. I have to sit in the car rider lane at Eli's school for 45 minutes each day. (Don't get me started on that rant and rave!). But Nandi falls asleep and Noah plays with his cars, so it gives me 45 minutes to read each day. I only have two Emily Giffin books left and then I'm out of books. Suggestions, please! Need suggestions!

Ahh, wow. I totally unloaded a weeks worth of stuff in one blog post. Are you exhausted? I feel, surprisingly, refreshed. Blogging therapy. Cheaper than seeing a psych and less fattening than chocolate. Which by the way, I have totally and utterly given up. My new vice is olives. Jalapeno stuffed olives. Garlic stuffed olives. Almond stuffed olives. Olives, olives, olives. It doesn't quite have the same ring as, "I locked my self in the bathroom with a pint of Ben & Jerry's!", but it'll do. :-)

Hope everyone has a great weekend!