She's Posting Again Within the Same Calendar Month? WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE???
Hi lovelies.
I'm still progressively doing better.
Most of my family issues become solved the less I see them, so I lock myself away as much as possible. I feel bad not spending much time with Bug in the house, unless the old man and especially that old bat aren't home. Danyalle is getting progressively more pissed off because it seems they like to wait until right after she leaves for work to tear into me about something, and it's somuchmoreoftenthannot about something ridiculously stupid.
It's helpful to not feeling like a total dick as a parent to my kid that every fucking staff member of the DASD was a brick goddamn wall (no, fuck brick. These people are steel), I guess. I asked questions, was given no answers, while all they did was tout how amazing their programs were. You know, the fucking same bullshit that fucked up my kid so much that she was almost a fucking year behind by the time she got to Wattsburg. That's the same fucking school that had her like almost the entire bloody way caught up.
And now she's got to go back to that place. That fucking building that wanted to send her over to goddamn Life Skills. They wanted to interfere MORE with her grade-and-age-applicable education. Life Skills is a program for kids with severe developmental delays, like those that you would see in rather troublesome, but functionally mild autism.
Fun Fact About Kaydence: She rattles off enormous words. Words that most third graders don't know by the end of their curriculum. Like curriculum. Let me get her Junie B. Jones book. There was one she barely blinked over. Ah, yes, "delightful". She also knows when words sound funny, like "disgustingest" and will ask if it's right. I tell her it's more of a silly word than a real word, but she was saying it perfectly right. But she understands some really deep concepts in grammar. The different ways "gh" can sound, "tion, cion, cien" can all sound like "shən" (I think that's right. My apologies but there was an awful lot of ruckus happening outside somewhere. I could hear all of these sirens, but aside from one hauling its way up through Hospital Ave., I could see nothing).
You know the crap she has problems with? here and there. were and where. Which is probably one of the things that she missed by being out of phonics and grammar studies to work on her fucking penmanship and doing the tiniest words known to man as site words "as, the, like, to, me, you, be, was". She knows those words, and is bored by those words. She can read out loud on her own for hours. She can read in her head (some slight mumbling for the few more advanced ones that she has to sound out a second). But you start treating her like a trained fucking chimp, and guess what words are going to start getting "lost" on her? She'll read "accomplishment" but not the word "if" correctly.
Because she doesn't like to be ordered about, and I don't fucking blame her since the first "test" she had, she was about to turn five, and was in her first and only year of preschool. Because of her speech delay and some cognitive and motor skill delays, she had to be evaluated. How did they do that? Stick a kid, who was recently noted to have anxiety and attention problems, into a room for almost two hours straight to test her.
Any adult around can tell you how hard it is to keep a four or five year old entertained in some way for two whole hours. It usually requires animals, Disney, explosions, or a total assault of the senses: carnival style. Let's add the two fairy godparents of the learning deficit hierarchy: an inability to stay focused because her brain is running sixty thousand miles a second, and being terrified of failing, because people have treated her like a fucking moron for most of her life because she couldn't talk well.
Guess what? She couldn't fucking talk all that well because she had tonsils that, even when healthy, were the size of quarters whenever she was a toddler. She also had attentive parents who met her needs with little more than a posture change on her part. We're fucking supermoms, so she didn't have to talk talk, and got to try to operate vocal chords around a set of esophageal Gibraltar rocks. As soon as her tonsils were out, even with a scratchy, healing sinus cavities and throat, she spoke words 1000x clearer.
Even before then, though, as soon as we got her into Wattsburg, they wanted to pull her away from the learning support. They halved her times in every area. By the end of the third quarter, last Spring, they completely removed her from OT (which was for her writing) AND her LS math. Because she's a bloody math and science whiz. Her reading still needs help, but words have always been the most difficult for her for such a rainbow of reasons.
But, of course, I'm the one that has zero knowledge about what my kid can and cannot do, and this strange dude my kid has never met before, makes it sound like I know less about what can be taught to my kid at a gradeschool level than what they can. The poor thing was visibly overwhelmed by the time he was done with his fucking speech about how great the teachers are, and how it's the best place for a kid with a learning delay, and how I couldn't possibly teach her music or art or athletics. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS YOU MOTHER FUCKER.
I kept avoiding his little cheap shots at my intelligence and incredibly WIDE creative knowledge, and kept asking about the third grade curriculum. What are the main plot points to what your third grade teachers will be covering in the various subjects, so that I may stay in line with them? When are students allowed to pick up instruments for band, because if my child is going to return to public schooling, I would like her to not be behind on something like that. What is your spectrum of art, on a broad scale, for kids of this age so that I might have an idea of where to start and what would be considered "age appropriate"? Could I speak to a few teachers and ask them what they plan covering?
Brick. Brick. Brick. Oh shit, there's the steel.
I was expected, with little help even though I am legally allowed by law to ask these things and have them granted to me (including text book lending, which was another topic that he never answered about!). Instead, he sat there and told us that the affidavit that needs notarized, stating that I intend to teach her, and these are the subjects we will cover, was up to us. That, because she has learning support, she has to have the approval of my curriculum by a special education teacher. But here's the kicker: apparently it cannot be someone in her home's district. Yeah.
While I could most likely get her LS teachers from Wattsburg to agree to giving me these things, it's a hassle for them to send thru all of the nonsense that he was asking for. Because he would have to okay them, or something. I started to tune out here. But, you get my point.
We gave her the choice at this point, because Di and I could both see the look on her face that said she was about to burst out in tears. She wasn't being heard, and no one seemed to care about what she thought. We told her that she was a big girl now, and she heard everything all of us had to say about it, and she was allowed to choose what she wanted to do.
And he opened his mouth on the music and art and gym thing.
Again.
And making new friends.
Did I fucking stutter my last post about how it's fucking cruel to put a kid into a new situation just to pull her out of it as soon as she gets comfortable and gets to know other kids? Because I do.
She chose school. Di and I shared a death glare in a flash, but we respected her decision. She's enjoying it, but I'm terrified about next time we move. We were lucky she was on vacation with my parents when we had to move back home. My dad just had to get back to the house, and bam! suprise, we're there. But Kayden and Gabe and Bry were all fucking crushed to find out that she wasn't coming back.
What happens to her when she finds out that she probably won't be returning to her classmates the next year? What happens if she starts to fall behind again or they shove her back off into special classes instead of taking the time to keep her caught up? Because her LS teachers all said that keeping her in those classes would just start to hurt her if she'd stayed in them.
So, I don't have to feel so bad about not being out there all the time, because she's at school now. I can be as much of a fucking hermit as I want until some place actually FUCKING CALLS BACK. I don't want to have to rely on Di to get me a job at the place she's at, but if we don't start raking in some serious cash, I will go nuts. I need out of here so fucking hard, so I might just suck it up and see if they need help at Hoss's yet.
Oh, and another fun tidbit: So, when we moved to Wattsburg and got Kay signed up with school there, immediately, we were asked my relationship to Di and Kaydence. They didn't want to be offensive, you see, and you could see the relief on their faces as they tripped over it a bit "So you,......?" Not the dude that teach-blocked me. Not a fucking question on it. At the end of the mess, he looked at Kay and Di, and said "you and your friend". DON'T FUCKING ASSUME. ASK YOU BASTARD.
Anyway, still a bit of frustration happening, but we're still working on quite a few bits. Hopefully, it will all start coming together. Kind of like the ideas I've been spinning for writing. Slowly, but they're getting stuck in and played with.
In other news, Kay's turning nine in a few weeks. Unfortunately, we're not going to have much money for a bit, but I'm baking her peach/raspberry Jell-O cupcakes and making her an anklet much like the one that will be in the picspam! below. It will be pink, and cerulean, and chartreuse, of course. Hopefully, I can get a framework idea for a pinata.
Oh.
And we're getting her tickets to a Hanson show.
I'm pumped. Di and I are still a bit sour at our moms for never taking us to a concert when we were kids. I mean, I totally get why now, at least for the likes of Poison and AC/DC. hahaha. But this is Hanson. And she heard us talking about going, and looked so damn bummed when she realize this talk did not include her, even as she's belting out most of Anthem already. When I saw the look on her face as her mom was...doing something. We'd pulled over. Maybe she was taking an application into somewhere. Dunno. But I saw the look on her face and almost started crying before I asked if she wanted to go too.
Immediately, her eyes grew wide, and she started beaming as she nodded furiously. I took a deep breath, realizing that once again, she'd used her cuteness against me. "Okay, but you have to deal with this," I cranked the stereo volume until it shook the windows, "for at least two hours, no whining about how loud it is," I waited for dramatic effect, but aside from the surprise, it's loud! ear cover she did, she just started bobbing her head to the beats. I turned the volume back down, "Okay, good job. Secondly, you'll have to stay right with me and mommy and our friend Trisha, the whole time. And you'll have to stay awake late. And walk back to the hotel after," She nodded to every bullet point, "I've got to check with mom, and if she says yes, I have to talk it over with Trish, but I dig it."
Yeah...My kid's spoiled.
Anyway! Pictures! Yes!
I has pictures!
Fuck me. It's going to take forever to get this done lol.
We'll start with cats. Because everyone loves those. And mine are adorable.
Lily is Kaydence's surprise for being such a champ with her tonsillectomy. She has thumbs, and while she was a teensy thing when we first brought her home...
Who liked pestering Phoe, who is already a pretty antisocial beastie....
filename: momwtfisthat.jpg
"what the fuck, indeed?" She seemed to say
She eventually got longer and longer, and taller and taller until....
BAM! We swear she's part wild cat. She's just over a year old now.
Then, just before Halloween, this little tyke followed Di home:
And, boy howdy, is she everFABULOUS:
She and Lily are buddies...
Buggy went as a pirate for Halloween, because she's an awesome kid!
After this, all hell * decided to * break loose. Each break is a separate link, and I'm fairly certain that each could be contained within evident proofs that I was slowly losing my mind. It was quite a trying time, but regardless, it's also whenever we went and spontaneously eloped:
Then, we moved back to this shithole town, which has been covered in short and long form. Don't feel like grabbing the links this time.
And Di dyed her hair pink and red!
And I churned out one wicked anklet design:
And Kaydence, being the awesome dollop of awesome cream that she is, got to go with Papa on her first Dice Run:
Bobby's little girl Syd was less than happy that she couldn't go too:
So we let her pretend, with Bug at the wheel, natch:
"We're not really driving this ourselves, right Meme?" her face seemed to say.
But then the real trip had to start!
So I made a necklace!
And on my next time alone, I was feeling rather good about myself and went all selfie-righteous. Don't lie and think that this wasn't going to end up like this. :D
This dress is amazing for my tits.
It was hot as balls that day. Nonsense, I tells ya!
Sooooo much sideboob:
I'm still progressively doing better.
Most of my family issues become solved the less I see them, so I lock myself away as much as possible. I feel bad not spending much time with Bug in the house, unless the old man and especially that old bat aren't home. Danyalle is getting progressively more pissed off because it seems they like to wait until right after she leaves for work to tear into me about something, and it's somuchmoreoftenthannot about something ridiculously stupid.
It's helpful to not feeling like a total dick as a parent to my kid that every fucking staff member of the DASD was a brick goddamn wall (no, fuck brick. These people are steel), I guess. I asked questions, was given no answers, while all they did was tout how amazing their programs were. You know, the fucking same bullshit that fucked up my kid so much that she was almost a fucking year behind by the time she got to Wattsburg. That's the same fucking school that had her like almost the entire bloody way caught up.
And now she's got to go back to that place. That fucking building that wanted to send her over to goddamn Life Skills. They wanted to interfere MORE with her grade-and-age-applicable education. Life Skills is a program for kids with severe developmental delays, like those that you would see in rather troublesome, but functionally mild autism.
Fun Fact About Kaydence: She rattles off enormous words. Words that most third graders don't know by the end of their curriculum. Like curriculum. Let me get her Junie B. Jones book. There was one she barely blinked over. Ah, yes, "delightful". She also knows when words sound funny, like "disgustingest" and will ask if it's right. I tell her it's more of a silly word than a real word, but she was saying it perfectly right. But she understands some really deep concepts in grammar. The different ways "gh" can sound, "tion, cion, cien" can all sound like "shən" (I think that's right. My apologies but there was an awful lot of ruckus happening outside somewhere. I could hear all of these sirens, but aside from one hauling its way up through Hospital Ave., I could see nothing).
You know the crap she has problems with? here and there. were and where. Which is probably one of the things that she missed by being out of phonics and grammar studies to work on her fucking penmanship and doing the tiniest words known to man as site words "as, the, like, to, me, you, be, was". She knows those words, and is bored by those words. She can read out loud on her own for hours. She can read in her head (some slight mumbling for the few more advanced ones that she has to sound out a second). But you start treating her like a trained fucking chimp, and guess what words are going to start getting "lost" on her? She'll read "accomplishment" but not the word "if" correctly.
Because she doesn't like to be ordered about, and I don't fucking blame her since the first "test" she had, she was about to turn five, and was in her first and only year of preschool. Because of her speech delay and some cognitive and motor skill delays, she had to be evaluated. How did they do that? Stick a kid, who was recently noted to have anxiety and attention problems, into a room for almost two hours straight to test her.
Any adult around can tell you how hard it is to keep a four or five year old entertained in some way for two whole hours. It usually requires animals, Disney, explosions, or a total assault of the senses: carnival style. Let's add the two fairy godparents of the learning deficit hierarchy: an inability to stay focused because her brain is running sixty thousand miles a second, and being terrified of failing, because people have treated her like a fucking moron for most of her life because she couldn't talk well.
Guess what? She couldn't fucking talk all that well because she had tonsils that, even when healthy, were the size of quarters whenever she was a toddler. She also had attentive parents who met her needs with little more than a posture change on her part. We're fucking supermoms, so she didn't have to talk talk, and got to try to operate vocal chords around a set of esophageal Gibraltar rocks. As soon as her tonsils were out, even with a scratchy, healing sinus cavities and throat, she spoke words 1000x clearer.
Even before then, though, as soon as we got her into Wattsburg, they wanted to pull her away from the learning support. They halved her times in every area. By the end of the third quarter, last Spring, they completely removed her from OT (which was for her writing) AND her LS math. Because she's a bloody math and science whiz. Her reading still needs help, but words have always been the most difficult for her for such a rainbow of reasons.
But, of course, I'm the one that has zero knowledge about what my kid can and cannot do, and this strange dude my kid has never met before, makes it sound like I know less about what can be taught to my kid at a gradeschool level than what they can. The poor thing was visibly overwhelmed by the time he was done with his fucking speech about how great the teachers are, and how it's the best place for a kid with a learning delay, and how I couldn't possibly teach her music or art or athletics. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS YOU MOTHER FUCKER.
I kept avoiding his little cheap shots at my intelligence and incredibly WIDE creative knowledge, and kept asking about the third grade curriculum. What are the main plot points to what your third grade teachers will be covering in the various subjects, so that I may stay in line with them? When are students allowed to pick up instruments for band, because if my child is going to return to public schooling, I would like her to not be behind on something like that. What is your spectrum of art, on a broad scale, for kids of this age so that I might have an idea of where to start and what would be considered "age appropriate"? Could I speak to a few teachers and ask them what they plan covering?
Brick. Brick. Brick. Oh shit, there's the steel.
I was expected, with little help even though I am legally allowed by law to ask these things and have them granted to me (including text book lending, which was another topic that he never answered about!). Instead, he sat there and told us that the affidavit that needs notarized, stating that I intend to teach her, and these are the subjects we will cover, was up to us. That, because she has learning support, she has to have the approval of my curriculum by a special education teacher. But here's the kicker: apparently it cannot be someone in her home's district. Yeah.
While I could most likely get her LS teachers from Wattsburg to agree to giving me these things, it's a hassle for them to send thru all of the nonsense that he was asking for. Because he would have to okay them, or something. I started to tune out here. But, you get my point.
We gave her the choice at this point, because Di and I could both see the look on her face that said she was about to burst out in tears. She wasn't being heard, and no one seemed to care about what she thought. We told her that she was a big girl now, and she heard everything all of us had to say about it, and she was allowed to choose what she wanted to do.
And he opened his mouth on the music and art and gym thing.
Again.
And making new friends.
Did I fucking stutter my last post about how it's fucking cruel to put a kid into a new situation just to pull her out of it as soon as she gets comfortable and gets to know other kids? Because I do.
She chose school. Di and I shared a death glare in a flash, but we respected her decision. She's enjoying it, but I'm terrified about next time we move. We were lucky she was on vacation with my parents when we had to move back home. My dad just had to get back to the house, and bam! suprise, we're there. But Kayden and Gabe and Bry were all fucking crushed to find out that she wasn't coming back.
What happens to her when she finds out that she probably won't be returning to her classmates the next year? What happens if she starts to fall behind again or they shove her back off into special classes instead of taking the time to keep her caught up? Because her LS teachers all said that keeping her in those classes would just start to hurt her if she'd stayed in them.
So, I don't have to feel so bad about not being out there all the time, because she's at school now. I can be as much of a fucking hermit as I want until some place actually FUCKING CALLS BACK. I don't want to have to rely on Di to get me a job at the place she's at, but if we don't start raking in some serious cash, I will go nuts. I need out of here so fucking hard, so I might just suck it up and see if they need help at Hoss's yet.
Oh, and another fun tidbit: So, when we moved to Wattsburg and got Kay signed up with school there, immediately, we were asked my relationship to Di and Kaydence. They didn't want to be offensive, you see, and you could see the relief on their faces as they tripped over it a bit "So you,......?" Not the dude that teach-blocked me. Not a fucking question on it. At the end of the mess, he looked at Kay and Di, and said "you and your friend". DON'T FUCKING ASSUME. ASK YOU BASTARD.
Anyway, still a bit of frustration happening, but we're still working on quite a few bits. Hopefully, it will all start coming together. Kind of like the ideas I've been spinning for writing. Slowly, but they're getting stuck in and played with.
In other news, Kay's turning nine in a few weeks. Unfortunately, we're not going to have much money for a bit, but I'm baking her peach/raspberry Jell-O cupcakes and making her an anklet much like the one that will be in the picspam! below. It will be pink, and cerulean, and chartreuse, of course. Hopefully, I can get a framework idea for a pinata.
Oh.
And we're getting her tickets to a Hanson show.
I'm pumped. Di and I are still a bit sour at our moms for never taking us to a concert when we were kids. I mean, I totally get why now, at least for the likes of Poison and AC/DC. hahaha. But this is Hanson. And she heard us talking about going, and looked so damn bummed when she realize this talk did not include her, even as she's belting out most of Anthem already. When I saw the look on her face as her mom was...doing something. We'd pulled over. Maybe she was taking an application into somewhere. Dunno. But I saw the look on her face and almost started crying before I asked if she wanted to go too.
Immediately, her eyes grew wide, and she started beaming as she nodded furiously. I took a deep breath, realizing that once again, she'd used her cuteness against me. "Okay, but you have to deal with this," I cranked the stereo volume until it shook the windows, "for at least two hours, no whining about how loud it is," I waited for dramatic effect, but aside from the surprise, it's loud! ear cover she did, she just started bobbing her head to the beats. I turned the volume back down, "Okay, good job. Secondly, you'll have to stay right with me and mommy and our friend Trisha, the whole time. And you'll have to stay awake late. And walk back to the hotel after," She nodded to every bullet point, "I've got to check with mom, and if she says yes, I have to talk it over with Trish, but I dig it."
Yeah...My kid's spoiled.
Anyway! Pictures! Yes!
I has pictures!
Fuck me. It's going to take forever to get this done lol.
We'll start with cats. Because everyone loves those. And mine are adorable.
Lily is Kaydence's surprise for being such a champ with her tonsillectomy. She has thumbs, and while she was a teensy thing when we first brought her home...
Who liked pestering Phoe, who is already a pretty antisocial beastie....
filename: momwtfisthat.jpg
"what the fuck, indeed?" She seemed to say
She eventually got longer and longer, and taller and taller until....
BAM! We swear she's part wild cat. She's just over a year old now.
Then, just before Halloween, this little tyke followed Di home:
And, boy howdy, is she everFABULOUS:
She and Lily are buddies...
Buggy went as a pirate for Halloween, because she's an awesome kid!
After this, all hell * decided to * break loose. Each break is a separate link, and I'm fairly certain that each could be contained within evident proofs that I was slowly losing my mind. It was quite a trying time, but regardless, it's also whenever we went and spontaneously eloped:
Then, we moved back to this shithole town, which has been covered in short and long form. Don't feel like grabbing the links this time.
And Di dyed her hair pink and red!
And I churned out one wicked anklet design:
And Kaydence, being the awesome dollop of awesome cream that she is, got to go with Papa on her first Dice Run:
Bobby's little girl Syd was less than happy that she couldn't go too:
So we let her pretend, with Bug at the wheel, natch:
"We're not really driving this ourselves, right Meme?" her face seemed to say.
But then the real trip had to start!
So I made a necklace!
And on my next time alone, I was feeling rather good about myself and went all selfie-righteous. Don't lie and think that this wasn't going to end up like this. :D
This dress is amazing for my tits.
It was hot as balls that day. Nonsense, I tells ya!
Sooooo much sideboob:
