Check mate – Fire breathing dragons?

I lean over him to help with the tricky zipper on his back pack, “so are you ready to play Draughts now that you’ve finished your homework and packed lunch?”
“Ugh!”
“What’s up?”
He shoves past me to dive to the sink, faucet on full flow, “jus a second coz I need water before I die from the smell.” He glugs several gallons before he’s ready to come up for air.
“What smell?” I ask as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
“Ugh! I can’t breathe!”
“Are you alright!”
“I fink I’m gonna faint.”
“Faint? Do you know what that word means?”
“Yes, it’s like dying but only temporary.”
“!”
“Aghhh!”
“Give me a minute, I need to close the seal on the snack bag before we start, don’t want it to go soft.”
“It is being your snack?”
“Yes.”
“What is it being? It’s being worse dan peanut butter poison.”
“The smell? Oh it’s Bombay mix, an Indian snack, I’ve not been able to eat it for…….years! I don’t think you’ll like it though as it’s pretty hot and spicy. ”
“You’re gonna be eatin with it ….again?”
“Yes, it’s my favorite treat now that my teeth are finally fixed.”
“O.k. but don draught on me.”
“Do you mean breathe?”
“Dat’s dah English?”
“Er…yes I suppose so.”
“Don’t Draught on me when we play Checkers.”
“!”


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This Lovely Life by Vicki Forman

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Try This Tuesday

Remember the book “giveaway?”

Well I’d just like to let you know who won. However, first of all I must come clean and admit that I think that the drawing was grossly unfair. When I tell you who it is, read the name quickly and see if you make the same association that I do? Of course I can’t be certain that he really cheated and the other two are no better as they share the same bias.

Do you know this little guy?

Isn’t it awfully close to this “chapess”:-

“Kirkby” So “congratulations” I’ll let Vicki know but I’m doubtful whether her carrier pigeon is up to transatlantic. [Should have thought of that first]


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Take a walk on the wild side

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I don’t know about you but at this time of year I like to kick back a try a little escapism in my summer reading. So I’d like to challenge you to step into someone else’s shoes, just for a couple of hundred and sixty three pages. Generally speaking my first choice would be a whodunit, preferably one I can solve myself well before the end but not too soon after the first few chapters. That’s my kind of escapism from what I am apt to call ‘my miserable existence.’ Although I call it that, it’s because I love a good moan and I am so exceptionally good at it too. I could take up grumbling professionally, a second career and then rub my mucky hands on the glass ceiling when I bump my head on it. That said, every once in a while you come across a life changing story, like Vicki Forman’s ‘A Lovely Life, a memoir of premature motherhood.’ If you should happen to come across such a story it can be sobering to realize that it’s not a story, it’s true. If you read a true account of someone else’s life, even if you are an expert moaner, it may just be that you might gain a different perspective on your plight. I did. Will you?

If you would like the chance to win a free copy of Vicki’s book, signed by the author herself, all you have to do is read the “review” over “here” and leave a comment there, or here as the linky thing is bust. I’ll send them all along to her together with the winner’s name to be announced on Tuesday 1st September. You could invite your chum to join in too, you know the one, the misery guts who never has a good word to say about anything.

Wouldn’t that be subtle?

This might be a good one to stumble or tweet to help spread the word, should anyone feel so inclined?


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From Neophobe to Chef in under 6 months

5 Minutes for Special Needs

Now that my fine friends is what we call ironic.

As such, I feel obliged to add a wee giveaway, not gently used, but slightly trashed due to constant usage, namely “Just Take A Bite.”

I believe I have read every book on the market ranging from picky eaters to real neophobes and this was the only one that worked for us. If you know of someone who might benefit from a healthy dollop of sanity, probably a parent, then send them on over to enter and win. It’s an expensive investment that was well worth it for us and I would hope to be able to help someone else through this torrid time. It doesn’t ‘cure’ neophobes, but it does offer a change of perspective and approach.

Thank you for pointing out that the clothes campaign still falters. One baby step at a time methinks.

If you enjoy caption competitions and photographs, you may wish to nip along to“DJ Kirkby” over at “Chez Aspie” and test your brain power.

Many thanks to the kindly anonymous bod that added yesterday’s post to Stumbleupon. If I knew who you were……

Cheers dears


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When first we practice to deceive

A thorough desensitization plan is an essential tool for many parents of autistic children. The key to success is both consistency and persistence with a healthy dollop of patience and encouragement. It’s a recipe for success around here and after many long years of practice we are now the very proud, temporary custodians of an ex-neophobe. This is not to say that my youngest son actually enjoys very much of the food in his new diet but he does eat it.

For many months now we have been fading the reward, the chocolate pudding, until it finally fizzled out about a month ago. However, chocolate pudding is a very good way of getting high calories of fat and protein, which when you’re very skinny may not be such a bad thing. As a consequence, I decide that the reintroduction of chocolate pudding might be one way of packing on the pounds, after he has eaten dinner and after he has already eaten some vile fruity dessert of my own concoction. My difficulty is a practical one, remembering to make it in advance. Chocolate custard is not a recipe that can be rushed. I reach the obvious conclusion, I ask the chap with the very big memory to remind me himself. What better motivation could there be to increase communication between me and my youngest?

I share my cunning plan with him, or at least the pertinent parts.
“So……when we get home, could you remind me to make your pudding? I always lose the post it notes?”
“Sure……you have gotten dah right guy for dah rememberings.”

As we drive home from school we chat in the car, or rather I ask questions, and everyone ignores me as the word bank is officially empty after a whole day of school. We run through our usual routine. First the 20 yard dash through the back door with a finely pinched nose to avoid being gassed by the perfume from the Jasmine, practice our favourite words of the week, namely ‘suffocate / double helix / partial / social worker. Then after a snack and some downtime it’s onto the nightmare of homework. Hours pass in this one hideous activity until we are all thoroughly drained. We pack up, prepare pack lunches and then on successful completion they are all free to indulge in thirty minutes electronics time. This in turn gives me 30 minutes to get supper on the table unhampered by demands as they tune out. As I prepare nutrititious cold salads in the 95 degree heat I contemplate how I can possibly bribe him to eat any of it? Chocolate pudding! I forgot again. I dart after my son engrossed in his game.
“Hey weren’t you going to remind me?”
“Wot?”
“I asked you to remind me to make something for you.”
“Wot?”
“Do you remember what it was?”
“Yes.”
“What was it?”
“Make chocolate pudding.”
“Yes but you didn’t remind me!”
“I did.”
“You did! When did you?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t remember you reminding me?”
“I did.”
“When?”
“Er……look it.”
“Look at what?”
“Dah post it note.”
“What post it note?”
“Dah one dat I am writing dah chocolate pudding.”
I dash back into the kitchen……..sure enough, there is a post it note stuck to the saucepan together with his own unique time stamp. Now that’s a heck of a lot of reciprocal exchange!

By the by, it may be that you noticed my new thoroughly delightful “favicon” [although that is probably the wrong word.] If so you may wish to consult “Furiousball” about your web needs for his reasonable prices, fully “qualified” and tech savvy approach is sure to leave all “customers” thoroughly satisfied………why does that sound vaguely rude? You can find his “resume” and “contact” details on this post “here.”

Cheers dears

Please add your name to the second “giveaway.”


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Wordy Wednesday

5 Minutes for Special Needs

My life may not be a bed of roses:-

but you won’t hear me moaning about autism, or if you do, I’ll just be mumbling into my socks, because I am a natural grumbler, but please don’t compare autism to cancer.

“Boufmom” who blogs over at “Who says 8 is Enough” is hosting a fundraiser for her “chum,” from May 5th to May 12th.

As she says:-

‘We are holding this blog party in honor of Tuesday Whitt, my friend Jess’ beautiful twin daughter who bravely fought and sadly lost her 8 month battle with stage 4 neuroblastoma in January of this year.
We are doing this fundraiser to hopefully raise awareness about this awful disease and to raise money for the Tuesday Fiona Whitt Foundation, where all proceeds go towards pediatric cancer research.’

As “Jess” says:-

‘bereave |bi?r?v|

verb ( be bereaved)

be deprived of a loved one through a profound absence, esp. due to the loved one’s death : the year after they had been bereaved | [as adj. ] ( bereaved) bereaved families | [as plural n. ] ( the bereaved) those who counsel the bereaved.

It’s ok to reach out to us. You are not bothering us. It’s ok if you can’t. If you don’t know what to say, “I’m so sorry you lost Tuesday” , with, or with out a hug, is all we need. It’s ok if you say something and I start to cry. You didn’t cause it. Death caused it. You didn’t “remind” me of her death, because not a second goes by that I am not thinking of her. Aching for her. It’s ok if you see us out and we are smiling and appear to be doing well. At that moment, we probably are doing well. Other moments we are doing so, absolutely, not well. It’s ok if you said the wrong thing or didn’t say the right thing because there is no wrong or right thing to say. There is no wrong or right way to BE when your child dies. There is no right way to do this. We’ll figure it out together.

Thank you for loving us.’

Personally, I cannot even imagine what that would be like.

Whilst it may seem a little daft to start another giveaway even before I’ve finished the first “one,” timing has never been one of my strong suits. There is a family I know who have returned to Ireland who have battled with cancer and won a reprieve so this is a topic quite close to home, yet far away.

So without further ado:-

so here it is…….

……..maybe this one has your name on it, so please consider whether this is something that has touched your life.

Yes, I will bite the bullet and ship worldwide if we don’t go bankrupt first.

We are approaching Mother’s Day in the United States, the second Sunday in May, it may be that you might be able to spare a thought for this “family,” I hope. This giveaway will end on the 12th of May.

Whilst you’re at it, again with Mother’s Day in mind, maybe we can extend a green hand to help families worldwide with “Oxfam America Unwrapped,” as that would be fairly high on my list.

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If you need some light relief, then head on over to:-

“DJ Kirkby” over at “Chez Aspie” and test your brain power.

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