tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77330222210760723302024-10-24T11:56:46.916-07:00A Woman on the Edge!Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-52952958963337346692017-04-13T23:06:00.000-07:002017-04-13T23:06:57.285-07:00

If only my children knew how much their father loves them.  They speak, and he jumps to meet the need.  He won't play his video games while they are awake; instead, he'll wait until everyone is asleep and then he'll have his own free time.  He worries that he doesn't spend enough time with them.  He'll follow them around the house and check to see if they need him.  Ugh..

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-13047416636799935542016-03-05T15:59:00.001-08:002017-04-13T22:41:23.103-07:00

I vow that from now on (my hand is in the air in some kind of vowing pose) I will try to write more! It's not like things haven't happened...because they have--such is life, right?  But I keep trying to write a novel loosely based on my life and every time I get three pages in I get stuck.  I'm a great writer.  I attended the G.A.T.E. schools as a kid due to my academic and

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-48978478123523044502015-08-03T20:06:00.001-07:002016-03-05T16:10:22.884-08:00

Summer was here before we knew it!  I had planned way back in October to take the family on a trip. We quarreled about where we were going to go.  Half of us wanted NYC, the other half wanted a cruise.  I compromised, because leaving half of us unhappy meant a 50% chance I'd have to hear about it.  We flew to NYC, spent a couple of days, boarded a boat to Canada for four days,

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-23653959920052915782015-07-01T22:02:00.001-07:002016-03-05T16:03:15.393-08:00

We had a smart mouse.  It would leave small traces of itself around the kitchen or bathroom, but our attempts to catch it were futile.  We finally had to call pest control.  I started thinking the pest control company had hired the mouse to torment us for business.  The mouse was finally caught, but with our own traps and not until after we paid $75 for pest control to come

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-76938716365764056072015-07-01T21:55:00.000-07:002016-03-05T16:14:50.161-08:00

I wish I could share with you the wedding of my oldest daughter three years ago.  This is a child I cherish beyond words, so for me to give the details on the wedding might break her heart so I will refrain and save the story for my personal journal.  However, I can share with you my wedding...which happened a long time ago, in a land far...no, right here in Fresno, sort of.  Back

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-59562074434269191512015-06-10T21:33:00.000-07:002015-06-19T13:33:39.366-07:00

Kindsay had the choice of two proms to attend for her senior year.  First is the one our church holds annually for seniors.  It's a place where kids can congregate and know it will be tasteful.  (Have you been to a school dance lately?)  The second is her school prom.  She was planning on attending both with her teachers taking her to her school prom, but for the church

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-19708782092134169582015-05-25T18:46:00.000-07:002015-05-25T18:47:30.229-07:00

Kindsay loves food.  When she wakes in the morning, she goes straight to breakfast.  (most of us will hit the bathroom first?) She gets her Pop Tarts, slams herself into the recliner, and devours them.  She gulps her milk down so fast you can hear it upstairs.  When she finishes with breakfast she secures her lunch for school.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, she gets dressed for

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-28783092486741050562014-10-16T20:23:00.001-07:002014-10-16T20:23:20.450-07:00

For many of you, you know Kindsay is online a lot...I don't need to be in touch with anyone because Kindsay does it for me.  She knows all my relatives, their kids, friends, co-workers, and their parents. When we had our family reunion I was so excited for everyone to actually meet Kindsay since they all knew her, and when the gathering came, she clammed up, acted uninterested, and everyone

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-47685707638184401872014-08-10T21:00:00.001-07:002015-05-25T18:49:14.992-07:00

If you didn't know this about me, I will tell you now--I love going to the movies.  I love shutting off my brain to the outside world and immerse myself into another place and time.  I'll even go alone--many times I have and will continue to--the anonymity of the darkened screening room, the maximum amount of snackage I can carry without the guilt from someone else's judgmentally

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-9315777299462929232014-03-09T18:54:00.001-07:002014-07-26T20:46:57.152-07:00

You know you've become desensitized to something when it occurs and you stop blinking.  My extra special guy, I'll call Buddy (because that's actually what a lot of adults call him, even though it's not his real name,) continues to hit, grab, and chase staff and students.  What I don't think I mentioned is that when he realizes we aren't going to react to his shenanigans (yes, I said it

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-85941553747933571892014-02-23T18:26:00.000-08:002014-02-23T18:26:12.067-08:00

I've probably had the most trying year as a teacher.  It's been over eleven years since I began my teaching career, first with students with learning disabilities.  These are students who have normal intelligence, but are unable to learn like typical peers without support to tap into their learning styles.  Then, I made a leap to the moderate/severe spectrum, requiring me

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-67201479603875844232014-01-06T14:09:00.000-08:002014-01-06T14:14:31.678-08:00

It was a blur...that's all I have.  Probably the most difficult year as a teacher.  I am ready to do something else.  Teaching kids with special needs all day and then coming home to it has finally begun to deeply wear on me...meaning, I'm having to dye my hair more, exercise, and yet eat more junk food just to comfort myself.  If you think I'm joking--well, if you could ask

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-39082832900325143452013-09-27T15:39:00.001-07:002013-09-27T15:40:30.588-07:00

My house alarm has a light that won't go off.  This light indicates a low battery.  The low battery signals the alarm to let ME know that it is low in battery and needs replacement.  This indicator sounds like a smoke detector alert--beep beep beep beep.  On top of that, the alarm company keeps getting alerts from my system saying there's a problem, so they keep calling me

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-9200041113284812782013-04-15T19:02:00.000-07:002013-04-15T19:08:38.407-07:00

So, my next appointment with our new psychiatrist was only two weeks after the first, since we're changing meds.  She feels that the meds Kindsay's been on since she was 5 or 6 are the culprits of her emotionally disturbed levels of anxiety.  Week by week she has been decreasing, with hopes that Kindsay will forever be changed and ready to face the world.  How's this working

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-55206333784813416172013-03-10T19:41:00.001-07:002013-09-27T15:45:06.938-07:00

Why I thought I had posted recently just shows you that I'm either on drugs or not on the right ones.  It's been a hectic winter, a cold one, thank goodness, but crazy.  Kindsay has been her usual self--calling me a child abuser because I want her to stay off of Facebook, passing her gas and telling us how much she loves to smell it, and eating us out of our house.  I told her

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-20540189298659640072012-11-18T19:54:00.000-08:002013-04-15T19:15:25.711-07:00

It's rare if I can get Kindsay to church.  And for some reason she seems to pick fast Sundays to attend, I don't know if it's to torture those of us fasting... probably. She bought a new dress from Forever 21.  New rule in my house--daddy doesn't go shopping with Kindsay.  She got a gift card for her bday and I thought she would go nuts in their accessories, instead she comes

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-4565940401600049062012-10-26T17:09:00.001-07:002013-04-15T19:10:39.700-07:00

Just when I thought things were calming down and gettng mundane, Kindsay manages to wear on the nerves of a computer.  She comes home from school crying because "so and so is not my friend!" and when I ask her about what happened she says, "My friend says she isn't going to forgive me!"  Oh brother...picking fights is her passion because it gives her a great reason to cry and carry on.&

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-71299773843625850662012-10-03T08:39:00.000-07:002012-10-03T08:39:48.890-07:00

The day has finally arrived--LEVERAGE.  It took a long time for Greg to convince me that Kindsay should have a cell phone.  After finding a text she sent from MY phone to my realtor "will you send me a picture of your daughter"...I was so against it...me..a pedophile?  geez.  There was no way that I wanted to be held responsible for the mass emotional destruction and nerve

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-607640815640177832012-09-07T09:51:00.001-07:002013-04-15T19:12:08.655-07:00

Can I get a show of hands who thinks locking Kindsay in her room at night is the best thing for her (us)?  No takers?  Allow me to plead my case. How does waking up to fine, white dog hair all over the kitchen floor because your child took the Shetland and placed her on the kitchen table and took a pair of scissors to her fur? How does waking up to a room full of knocked over table

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-5411175941074352732012-08-29T10:25:00.001-07:002013-04-15T19:19:07.368-07:00

Wow...I've really let myself down...I blog to keep a journal of life with Kinsdsay, so missing an entire summer is inexusable.  That isn't to say there wasn't material...every day there is material. So where do I begin?  How about summer, good old summer time. My life is never normal.  I'm always bracing for battle.  Kindsay has now grown to my height and wears a larger size

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-60304851583505602202012-06-29T10:32:00.002-07:002012-06-29T10:32:42.812-07:00

With Greg home for the summer, he has turned into Mr. Mom.  I work 7-hour days, which for summer school is stinking long, plus I've been doing extra hours to prepare for the next school year, so make that 10-hour days... Kindsay has been attending summer school, but hers goes for four hours a day...ONLY.  Not enough, that girl should be out and busy all day because the minute she gets

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-18550830316822101522012-06-19T21:29:00.000-07:002012-06-19T21:29:13.465-07:00

Kindsay uses my phone to call her friend, Haylee, and text some of her old friends.  Fine...I've gone over with her how to text (text once and if they do not respond, no more), how to call people (only call once and leave a message, do not call repeatedly if there's no answer), and how to answer calls while on the phone (which she neglected to do the other day and caused serious headaches

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-21432444960728580432012-05-18T11:44:00.001-07:002012-05-18T11:44:09.788-07:00

Kindsay is a part of my life like anyone else in my family, and we have adjusted to her ever-changing needs as she's grown.  But there was always something we dreaded...the day when what made her different would become very clear and real to her.  In October Kindsay will turn sixteen...an age she knows allows her to attempt to drive and also......date.  Having watched her older

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-14880294142105657552012-05-02T08:10:00.003-07:002012-05-02T08:10:49.723-07:00

Sorry...it's been too long.  But it's the same stuff....put a teenager with raging hormones and mood swings that rival a Catholic church pendulum and mix with a 4-year-old's understanding of the world and you've got my life in a nutshell.  Dogs...why oh why did I get dogs?  Bek moved out with the last dog and it was such a pleasure to empty my lint trap in my dryer to find only

Eviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913134577260428924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733022221076072330.post-66546560200226518182012-03-12T13:31:00.000-07:002012-03-12T13:31:00.477-07:00

Just when I think the madness is normal, manageable, same-old...Kindsay pushes us to a new level.  I sometimes feel despair imagining the rest of my life dealing with this.  She's a teenager, yes, but there have been no improvements in her growth in the past few years, and that causes me a little anxiety seeing as how I'm always hoping she turns a corner of understanding.  We've

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