It's Wednesday!

It is new years eve. I'm thinking about all the things I have to be grateful for and all the things that happened this year.

Good stuff...
1. My best friend Tori had a baby
2. Brandon got discharged from his behavior support specialist
3. Brandon got discharged from therapy after meeting all his goals
4. Brandon got approved for SSI disability and now has better health coverage
5. Kaylin is a "young lady"
6. Invega, thanks to new health coverage from SSI
7. Kaylin has gotten awesome grades all year
8. Kaylin really put forth an effort playing soccer this year
9. I was able to pay my mortgage in the month it was actually due.
10. Friends
11. Family
12. Rick and I have become a stronger unit
13. I'm pregnant!
14. Donna is alive and well
15. We are all healthy
16. Gas is more affordable

Not so good stuff
1. Grandma Bonnie passed away
2. Grandma Muggs passed away
3. Donna (Rick's Mom) was found face down in the pool (see #14 above)
4. Dick and his mental health issues (still on going)
5. Car accident (see #15 above)

I'm sure there is more good, and more not so good. I know that for the most part it was an awesome year of growth for our family. Next year will bring more challenges with a new baby and balancing work, the house and three kids.
Happy New Years everyone!

Holy Crap, I survived

I survived the most awkward weekend of my life. My ex husband (the one in prison), his father and wife came to spend the weekend with us with their dogs. Before he came I explained Brandon to him. He has not seen his grandson in over 4 years, which means Brandon was about 3 years old. I explained how we deal with him, and how he cannot interfere with how we handle him, even if it pisses him off. I also tried to explain Brandon's aspergers as best as I could to an ignorant person. I do have to say that Brandon was awesome. He had major changes to his schedule and people in his area, and for the most part did pretty darn good. I could tell the difference, we had a few minor melt downs, and alot of whining, alot of hiding and covering with blankets, a few time outs, some brushing, and snuggling. No violent outbursts, no throwing things, no 3 hours complete meltdowns while repeating "I wanna get out" for 2 hours. To others he would have been a whiny little brat and to me it was a moment of extreme proudness to all the progress he has made. Last year, it would have been unbearable, this year, it was mostly pleasant.

Allstate sucks, and liars too...

Okay, so my car got %$@#-ed up on Friday. You know that part. Well I went to the hospital they told me to go home and rest, ya dee dah dee dah. My insurance company, Progressive, had called and left me a message wanting my side of the story. I called the adjuster back and gave him my side of the story. He asked me a bunch of questions, then he told me that my story and the guy who hit me's story were completely different. He told the cops and both insurance companies that traffic was moving and I changed lanes in front of him, so he had no choice but to hit me. This is NOT true AT ALL! I was at a stop light and got hit. His insurance company called me Monday and I gave my statement to them. They won't give me rental car or fix mine until an investigation has been completed. So to that guy who can't tell the truth, I forgive you. And to the Allstate chick Dawn, I know you are trying to do your job. But this really stinks, I will have no car for possibly two weeks or more and I'm tired of people telling me to get a lawyer.

bye bye car

Okay, had an interesting week. I am finally feeling like a human again, which is awesome. Still kinda tired, but what else can I expect? It started I guess on Thursday, that's when 1 and 2 occurred. 1, my Muggs passed away. She's my "step" grandma, I hate the term "step", she's my grandma, just not biological. 2, Ricks dad was being released from the mental hospital, even though he's still nuts. 3, on my way to work I got rear ended and my car is totalled. So my 3 are done, and I can start the year off fresh. Right?

Wow, I think I'm a human again.

Well, in the great first trimester fog of pregnancy I became a useless, nauseous, exhausted shell of who I was. At eleven weeks, I think, I hope, that this sucky part is over. I guess I better do some filling in on the events and we will pick up at Thanksgiving. Kaylin was with her dad for turkey break, so Brandon and I went to my moms and Rick went to his moms. My mom's turkey day was picture perfect, joking, laughing, reminiscing. Ricks, on the other hand was not so pleasant. His dad was not so nice, and we ended up calling the police. Shortly after turkey day the police picked him up and admitted him to the adult in patient mental health place. He's angry and not happy with the family. We had our holiday party at work, and had a nice time. It sucked that I couldn't drink, but hey, what can ya do! Ricks was the next day and it was lame. Really lame. I won't get into, it's not worth mentioning. Brandon's therapist came and is discharging him from therapy. Apparently he has met his goals. I am so proud of how far he has come. Last weekend my friends Cathy and Eileen came over from Melbourne to clean my house. What a blessing! I was so overwhelmed with feeling terrible. I feel so much less stressed now.

and one flew over the coo coo's nest

This time it wasn't Brandon. They picked up Rick's dad last night, as in Baker Act. If I would have been worth anything this past few weeks I would have blogged about Thanksgiving and it's exciting events in which the police visited with us. Rick is obviously feeling overwhelmed and confused. He's scared for his family and what will become of them all after he is realeased. Will he be angry, hateful, and resentful? Will he realize that he has a disease and seek treatment for it? Will his parents get a divorce? Either way, things won't be the same.

My friend Fran had her first chemo on Monday and is doing great!

umm, I dunno?

Brandon has been feeling much better and is on the mend from a nasty case of strep throat. He made it back to gold level at school and they went to a field trip yesterday to Van wezel and saw Suessical. He really liked it and when he came home had a terrible afternoon/evening. Still not sure what it was all about. He walked in the door from school like that and continued after I got home. The both screamed at each other and were cruel and terrible to each other. I screamed abit, cooked dinner, watched tv,then went to bed. How am I gonna deal with an another one?