Snead’s Blogging

rant

Okay so, it’s fall and my yearly rant about the neighbor’s tree.

My neighbor has this big, honkin’, some kinda big-ass-leave bearing tree in his yard. Every year, that tree takes a day at random after Halloween and decides to lose it’s shit and jettison all its brown leaves.

His yard gets dusted. My yard, due to wind, gets bombed.

WHY do WE have to rake this crap? WHY? It’s his tree. His leaves. He owns a rake, I’ve seen him use it. He’s retired. He has NO other things to do like.. oh.. WORK.

Yes, I am perfecting my old biddy skills, but come on. At least offer to help. Or be sad about it. Or buy us ta yearly supply of lawn bags so we have something to put YOUR leaves in.

/rant

I am utterly ashamed at my lack of blogging. It’s really not kewl and I am not proud.
Real life has simply dropped on my head like a ton of bricks and only now, right now, am I able to think outside a panic zone.

But, on the good side, I have a new boss that I have to say is pretty much aces. It’s early in the relationship and we aren’t going steady or anything. But I like her style. And she drinks good wine. And she gets my jokes. So far, so good.

Went to ATL this past week and visted Blazedale’s Home. Or what was his Home. Still has great food.

Let’s see … Nothing much more to report other than work is blazing, I am catching reruns of the last season of West Wing and going HOLY CRAP this is deja vu and thrilled I can watch full episodes of South Park and The Daily Show online.

The interwebs r kwl.

I have not dropped off the face of the earth. But it’s becoming an attractive alternative to my current situation.
My boss left to pursue being green — probably both ecologically and in cash.

I know I can rise to this challenge. I just wish it had come in stages.

So my kid dropped the F bomb at school. Yea, that kid. The Dude.

And now I am officially the worst mother in history of all autism.

I’m not going to plead innocence here. I drop the F bomb several times a day. The nature of my job, my life and the fact I live with a man means I have more than one occasion in my day where it’s appropriate.

But I never thought Dude took notice of it. And it was never like I dropped F bombs at the top of my lungs.

Not only did he use the word. He used it appropriately.

Teacher: “Dude, I need you to sit down and do your math work.”
Dude: “No, F*** that!”

Now here is the thing. For some reason, this doesn’t horrify me as much as say, when we caught him looking at Japanese Hetti softporn on Youtube. Mainly because this is the time when kids start to use colorful metaphors.

But it is always amazing to me how horrified the public is when a person with a disability expresses themselves in ways that they feel is inappropriate, almost like they want to keep the person in a state of childhood in attitude and deed. I haven’t decided how I feel about that, save that it seems kinda naive

But using at a teacher in a classroom is never correct and I have talked to him about it. Twice.

When his teacher told me, he was VERY embarrassed. He tried to drag me away from the conversation and he asked his teacher NOT to tell me.

So, this whole thing has taught me, aside from how truly mortified I can be picking up someone after school and still be fully clothed, that my son does listen to everything, that he can learn auditorily, and that he can apply it.

F’n A that,s great!