Broadband.....

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

Ladies and Gentlemen of blogland: I now have

BROADBAND ACCESS!!!!!!

The kids are in bed.

The husband is passed out in our room.

I am sitting here at my keyboard in the living room with a sweet tea in one hand and a pint of Ben and Jerry's in the other!

(No, you DON'T want to know how I'm typing.)

Oh, come on you pervs! I was kidding!!!!!

(Or was I.....?)

So, I am hopeful that my posts will once again become frequent. I no longer have to log in and sit waiting for twenty minutes while my modem struggles in vain dialing phone number after phone number and begging the internet:

"ACCEPT ME!"

In the past twenty four hours I have watched more YouTube "banned" commercials than anyone should probably see in a lifetime!

I click once.

ZOOM

I am at a new web page... And it is completely loaded!!!!!

I click again.

ZOOM

I hit a web site that I didn't mean too... And...

"Is she really doing that?"

"AAAACCCCCKKKK!!!!"

click.

Zoom

Ahhhhh... Cheesecake... Online!

Life is good!

(or maybe that's just the caffeine and Ben and Jerry's talking)

No pity please!...

"I'm so sorry."

I hear that phrase a lot more than I would like to. Mostly from doctors who are asking if Samantha "acquired" Angelman Syndrome or if she was "just born that way". When I let them know that Samantha has Angelman Syndrome because of a 1 in 25,000 genetic game of chance, I tend to get the "Poor You" look.

Samantha was taken by ambulance to our local emergency room on Friday because of a ten plus minuet seizure. Her seizures are normally much shorter than that so, needless to say, we were a bit freaked out. I got the pity routine from the doctor who came in to examine Samantha as soon as we got there. I answered all the usual questions and gave all the usual information, but for some reason the usual "I'm so sorry" response I got from the doctor pissed me off this time.

I want people to UNDERSTAND that having a child with a disability IS hard. There are times when your entire life gets put on hold for operations or doctor's visits. There are very few nights that you get the chance to be anything or anyone OTHER than the parent of a child with special needs.

I can not remember the last time I had a night alone with my husband!

I want people to not give me a hard time about the fact that I can not drop everything at their phone call to go see a movie or have dinner with an old friend. I need people to realize that when I say I hurt too bad to move, I am NOT exaggerating! I want people to GET that my life is NOT easy.

I want UNDERSTANDING.

Not PITY.

Do not pity me for having a child that MAKES me slow down and notice all the LITTLE beautiful things in my life. Do not pity me for the weeks on end that I spend with my FAMILY instead of on more frivolous diversions. Do not pity me for KNOWING without the shadow of a doubt who I can call and count on in a crisis. (Who else that you know can comfortably call on their child's step-parent in an emergency?) Do not pity me for the hours of SOUL searching I have spent gaining a better understanding of myself and strengthening of my FAITH. Do not pity me for my DAUGHTER who has taught me so many things without ever saying a word.

If you must pity someone...

Save it for those who feel the need to say "I'm so sorry" about blessings they are unable to see.

Understand me, but never pity me.

Too Much Time...

Sent to me by email....

Someone out there either has too much
spare time or is deadly at Scrabble.

DORMITORY:
When you rearrange the letters:
DIRTY ROOM

ASTRONOMER:
When you rearrange the letters:
MOON STARER

DESPERATION:
When you rearrange the letters:
A ROPE ENDS IT

THE EYES:
When you rearrange the letters:
THEY SEE

GEORGE BUSH:
When you rearrange the letters:
HE BUGS GORE

THE MORSE CODE:
When you rearrange the letters:
HERE COME DOTS

SLOT MACHINES:
When you rearrange the letters:
CASH LOST IN ME

ANIMOSITY:
When you rearrange the letters:
IS NO AMITY

ELECTION RESULTS:
When you rearrange the letters:
LIES - LET'S RECOUNT

SNOOZE ALARMS:
When you rearrange the letters:
ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S

A DECIMAL POINT:
When you rearrange the letters:
IM A DOT IN PLACE

THE EARTHQUAKES:
When you rearrange the letters:
THAT QUEER SHAKE

ELEVEN PLUS TWO:
When you rearrange the letters:
TWELVE PLUS ONE

AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:

MOTHER-IN-LAW:
When you rearrange the letters:
WOMAN HITLER

Yep! Someone with waaaaaaaaaaay
too much time on their hands!
Bet your friends haven't seen this one!!!

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