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Wordless Wednesday 22 May 13

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May 22, 2013 at 7:29 am

G is for Google +

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Okay, I have to admit that I’m somewhat cheating on my G post.  Firstly, the only G I could come up with relevant to autism was Gross motor, and other than to say that Pudding hasn’t made much progress with her gross motor skills in some time, I don’t have much to say about that.  Instead, I thought I’d take another look at the way Google ensnares unsuspecting visitors in my part of the web.  If you’ve ever typed in an innocent web search and ended up here, this is why…

caregiving and lifting someone and hurt back Ouch, me too, though is is back to normal apart from a few random clicks and cracks.  Take care of your backbone, people!
kid drinks coffee and acts autistic Well, where to start on this one?  I’d be offended, but I’m too busy giving my children triple espressos.  Oh wait, were you a witness on this day?  Yeah, you might have a point in my case.
i’m living in a constant deja vu Me too.  Wait, didn’t I wrote this before?  Déjà vu of déjà vu- I must be having flashbacks.
how to go to the bathroom in africa Okay, you are my favourite so far!  I don’t venture to speak for the rest of the continent that is currently my home, but I will tell you how I go to the bathroom in Africa: WITHOUT PRIVACY!  In fact, if you happened to be in one of the bathrooms at the mall yesterday, Pudding kindly demonstrated how I go to the bathroom by opening the door too early.  Wait- did you know they have malls here as well as bathrooms?  Did that blow your mind?


surrealist pudding Well done Google, you brought this dude to the right place.  If they weren’t looking for us though, I’m curious…
bichon+frise+bit+me Yes, me too earlier this year.  Cubby swore it was a sheep though.
feeling stressed and anxious being mummy Oh yes, you’ll find that here.  In good news though, you’re just guilt away from being a good enough mother.
what kind of goat cheese would i find at grocery store Oh, so many foodies were inadvertently lured here with the promise of goat’s cheese.
kombi death trap Right?! Actually, I’m finding it a little meta that my G post is referring to me C post.  I feel like Keanu in The Matrix, only I know they didn’t have kombis in the matrix.

paper cut healed but still stings Oh, they do, don’t they?  Now you see why I can’t write about gross motor skills.  Cubby surpassed his big sister several months ago.  It stings, like paper cuts always do.
what is an anticipated problem for a pumpkin patch field trip What kind of super-prepared Scout Leader are you that you’re preparing for problems in the future?  I’m in awe!  Oh wait, I prepared that time we went to the eye doctor.  Still, googling potential pitfalls?  You take it to a whole new level.  I’m impressed!


mummy being prepared Don’t look at me, try to find the person above.


american girl Oh yes, you’ll find one right here.  But you know that she is half-English, was born in Luxembourg and lives in South Africa, don’t you?  Oh, and if you find that complicated, you might not want to read on.

santa mummy Uh-uh, *shakes head*, no way- if Spectrummy Daddy can’t pull it off, I’m not even going to try!
personal space invaders children’s song Is there a song?  That would be awesome?  If not, these Space Invaders might come up with one.


>Here< is the original post I wrote about being googled.  This post is part of my A-Z series, and you can find the rest of those >here<.  Now I have to think about H….H is for help!

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Virtually Friends

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When I first started this blog, I imagined that my only readers would be my friends and family- those who were curious about Pudding and autism, but didn’t like to ask.  I wasn’t expecting to become part of a community at all, so imagine my delight at becoming part of two: the autism-mama-blogger community, and the Foreign Service blogger community.  Pretty amazing for someone feeling the isolation of being a foreign-born spouse on a domestic tour, and the isolation of being a special needs stay-at-home parent.  I joke that blogging is the alternative to therapy for those who can’t afford it, but I can’t quite bring myself to laugh.

Both of my communities have their share of hardships, and I continue to be amazed by how strongly I can feel for people I’ve never met.  I’m often at a loss to know what to do to make things better; sometimes all I can do is read a person’s story, and sometimes tell mine.  My husband’s colleagues around the world and their families are going through some extraordinarily difficult times.  They aren’t my stories to share, but later this week when they are collated into a Round-Up, I hope to link you to them.  It is hard to imagine that in the midst of such turmoil and trauma, we don’t know if we’ll get paid next month.  Oh, and on top of this, there are moves to eradicate locality pay for State Department employees overseas, but not for any other agency of the US Government.  Our family is already living paycheck to paycheck, I don’t know what will happen.

Communities are not all about suffering and hardship though.  I’ve made some incredibly supportive connections as being part of these communities.  Another unexpected thing has happened, I’ve made some friendships.  A couple of weeks ago, I got to meet the lovely Jen for coffee, who is just as great as I imagined her to be.   It is quite surreal to meet someone in real life who you have only known virtually, but I’d referred to her previously as a friend I hadn’t yet met, and now I have.  We’re going to get together again soon, this time with the kids.

In May, I’m going to meet my sister-from-another-mister friend Alysia.  Every time I read one of her beautiful posts, I’m amazed at her ability to capture my feelings in her words.  Though I’m still a few months from meeting her, we’re already friends.  We decided a few months ago that we had to meet before I skipped the country.  I’ll also get to meet Varda, another awesome Hopeful Parent writer who writes incredibly powerful posts drawn from her life.  I can’t wait to actually meet these wonderful women in person.

That is the thing about virtual friends, they can become real ones too.  Our shared experiences bring us together.  My heart goes out to all those dealing with earthquakes, evacuations, drug lords and dictators.  Just as much it goes out to those who struggle to connect with their children, who are braving up to a new diagnosis that changes their world, to those dealing with the ongoing pain of watching their loved one fail to adapt to a world that doesn’t understand them.  We’re in it together, bruised but still brave.

I might get to meet some more of you, one of these days.  Until then I’m right there with you.  We’re virtually friends already.

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February 28, 2011 at 7:14 am

Goals

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I’m joining in the Special Needs Blog Hop, and this week we’re talking about goals for the year.  The very word “resolution” brings out my rebellious side, so I’m hoping that I can stick to goals instead.

1.  The biggest thing is that in the summer we will move to a different continent.  Things still aren’t official yet, but hopefully they will be soon.  It will definitely be a change for us.  It will also be the first time we global nomads have braved this since Pudding’s diagnosis.  I’ve got a few months to research schools and therapists and put together a program we’re happy with.  No mean feat from thousands of miles away.  Ensuring that everybody is happy with that move is going to be the real challenge!

2. Take care of myself.  I’ve been very run down this winter.  Every other week I’ve had a bad cold, and when I feel unwell, I comfort myself with things that don’t help me out.  On days when I exercise, I do much better, so I’m going to try to do a work out every day, which is easier said than done with two little ones.  I need to be on top of my game for all the other things to come together this year.

3. Work on Cubby’s separation anxiety.  It would be nice to go to the bathroom alone, and to go one night where he doesn’t end up in our bed.  We did it with his sister, so I’ve just got to get him to the same point.  If I’m successful, it will lead me to my next goal….

4. Return to work.  We’re a family who desperately needs a second income.  I’ve really enjoyed the last few years being at home with the kids, so this last one will be hard for me.  We’ll see what happens after we move.

5. Blogging!  I’ve really enjoyed the last six months, and I know it is going to be a challenge to keep it going when things get crazy this year.  There are also a couple of other fellow bloggers I plan to meet up with before we leave.  That all should keep me pretty busy, I think!

How about you?  What are your goals for the coming year?

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January 7, 2011 at 7:23 am

Downbeat Funk

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I was thinking that if you asked me what my mood was at the moment- downbeat funk is the way to describe it.  Then I realized I like that expression, and it would be a great name for a band, if I had inherited my dad’s musical talent.  It is that kind of low, where even if someone does something nice for me, I somehow manage to turn it around, and become a killjoy.  There really isn’t much hope, until the holding pattern that our lives are in right now allows us to move on.  I tell you though, we are strapped in and ready to take off.

One of my bloggy friends nominated my blog to receive this award:

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That was really nice of her.  I love reading her blog, she is smart and witty and it gives me insight into the mysterious workings of the Aspie brain.  I’m then supposed to nominate 7 other blogs I read, and then tell you in my blog 7 things about myself.  Now I’m stuck, because I’m in a downbeat funk and I just don’t feel like playing!  If I don’t though, I’ll 1) hurt people’s feelings and 2) violate a blogging convention.  The thought of doing either of those puts me in a worse mood.  Everybody else followed suit, and I’m left like the odd one out, maintaining internet silence, and wondering once again why I sometimes refuse to cooperate?  So I suppose I  should just play along.  Shouldn’t I?  It would certainly consume less energy than what I’m about to write.

I don’t mean to be such a misery, I feel the same way about those email forward things, or those things on Facebook that command action of me.  You know, those “you’re-a-true-friend-now-send-this-back-to-me-and-20-other-friends-or-I’ll-think-you-don’t-care” type of things.  I NEVER do those.  Not ever.  You could be my very best friend, or someone I haven’t seen in almost 20 years, or never met at all, and my reaction is the same.  There must be a lot of people who think I don’t care, but the reverse is true.  I get excited to hear from somebody, only to discover it is a generic forward.  Am I the only one?  Can’t you just send me a personal message?  Can’t I tell you that I like you in my way, and not be obliged to do it on your terms?  There are ones where I’m dictated to click “like” if I love my mother, or husband, or kids.  It makes me want to scream!  If the only way my family know that I love them is through clicking a “like” button, I’m doing something seriously wrong.  We used to have chain letters when I was a child, and I never did those either.  Now with the internet, these things have gone viral, and I refuse to participate.  I will do things on my own terms or not at all!  If I had more time and energy, I’d mount a campaign against these things, they enrage me so very much.

Wow, the rage.  Of course, this isn’t really about the blogging award.  This is about going through a period of time where lots of things are out of my control, and my little blog, my sanctuary, is where I get to have things on my terms.  So, I’ll tell you this:

I don’t read many other blogs than the ones on my blogroll, which I do need to update to reflect a couple of the newer ones I’ve started to read lately.  Those are the blogs I recommend, I refuse to say if I like some more than others, as on different days they touch me in different ways.  So I won’t give you 7 blogs to read, just read my blogroll if you choose to do so.  Or don’t, I won’t make you!

I also won’t tell you 7 things about myself here.  In fact, this misanthropic post probably reveals more about me than 7 factoids could tell you.

I also won’t give anyone else this award, or forward an email, or make you click “like” on something.

I will comment on your blog if I like what you wrote.  I will add you to my blogroll (sooner or later) if I like your work.

I will also try really, really hard to get out of my downbeat funk, so that I can respond with the grace that a thoughtful gesture deserves, but I’m not making any promises at the moment.

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September 27, 2010 at 10:17 am

Take my advice…

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September 21, 2010 at 6:59 am