This evening while at skating:
Random woman: "Excuse me? Are you a hockey mom?"
Me: "No, I'm not. Sorry"
Woman: "Do you know the practice schedule for next month?"
Me: "For hockey? No. My daughter doesn't play hockey. She's in figure skating."
Woman: "I heard you. But you look like a hockey mom." (What does a hockey mom look like? Evidently, me.)
Zilla: (lacing her skates as this exchange occurs) "You do kind of look like a hockey mom, momma. You also look like you can see Russia from your front door."
Perfect deadpan, my girl has. It is growing increasingly difficult to not laugh at the things she says. And yes, I am aware of whom she gets this.
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Showing posts with label the zilla. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the zilla. Show all posts
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
The Dangers of Kool-Aid...
Zilla: Kool-aid in the eye is never a laughing matter, momma! Sugar causes blindness!
Me: That's in diabetics, Zils.
Zilla: Well...how do you think the sugar gets there in the first place?
Me: A Kool-aid shot to the eye?
Zilla: I rest my case.
Me: That's in diabetics, Zils.
Zilla: Well...how do you think the sugar gets there in the first place?
Me: A Kool-aid shot to the eye?
Zilla: I rest my case.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Moo in the box...
The Moo likes to hang out in boxes (see photo). Any box. Any size. Doesn't matter.
My favorite part about The Moo hopping into said box? When the zilla starts to sing, "I'm The Moo in the box..." ala Alice in Chains.
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My favorite part about The Moo hopping into said box? When the zilla starts to sing, "I'm The Moo in the box..." ala Alice in Chains.
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Monday, March 29, 2010
Babylon (Babble on...)
It's about ten minutes to OMFG:thirty and sleep is nowhere in the vicinity of my neighborhood. I'm snuggled up on the couch under several layers of warm, fleecy blankets. I make my own fleece blankets--double layered and extra long so that my tall ass can properly wrap up within them--it's truly the only way to go.
This is a new experience for me. Usually my writing keeps me tethered to my desk/table/art station/drop area for all things mail and school related but tonight I am typing away on a net book borrowed from my almost eleven-year-old nephew. He invited us (well, technically he invited the zilla but since I still control the car I was granted an invite) over to watch Wrestlemania 26. Yeah. That's what I said. In any case, it only took a few pleading words before I crumbled. I'm a complete sucker for my niece and nephews.
In any case...
While there I discovered his prized net book was not working properly and took it upon myself to start tinkering with it--I do loves to tinker. Several hours--and one blood oath--later, he allowed me to take it home to finish my tinkering. A little file back up onto a flash drive, several rounds with Ad-ware and Spybot, an AVG install, and a switch from IE to Firefox and presto! his little net book is good as new.
Of course, now that I have it for the night, I feel obligated to try it out. All in the name of testing, of course. :)
I must say that it is convenient to lounge under my blankies, sipping my wine, the Moo purring contentedly but I can already tell that a net book is not for me. It's a bit *too* small for my needs. More so than ever I am sold on the idea of a notebook. A Mac, to be precise. Oh, I know! I can already feel the Mac hate bubbling to the surface. :) I could get along on almost any notebook. J., on the other hand, would greatly benefit from a Mac. Garage Band, alone, makes it entirely worthwhile. And since we will probably only have a single notebook between us; it only makes sense to buy one that he can get the most use out of. I qualify for the educator's discount (yay, teachers!) and, if I can show I use it for school, it will be a nice little write off next year. I'm still saving my pennies, but I hope to have one before the start of the next school year.
Speaking of computers and such, I purchased a new monitor this week. My old monitor, a Dell circa 2003, finally left this earthly plain. It isn't anything flashy. Just a nice little--well, not so little, 23 inches of widescreen wonder--monitor that gave the zilla a case of the squees. Evidently Club Penguin looks pretty sick on a widescreen.
I must admit that it makes streaming movies and videos much easier on my poor, beleaguered eyes. I watched/listened to the entire first season of LA Ink whilst I cleaned this weekend. I have such mad love for that show. The zilla is positively dying to visit High Voltage during our LA trip. She is quite the Kat Von D fan. She even creates various scenes and "pieces" using her stick on tattoos. Her current labor of love is the laying out of her full sleeve. The pieces are all meticulously arranged for optimal placement. She is just waiting for the end of the school year to rock it out. Ever since she came in sporting five different tattoos, one in the center of her throat, the school has asked that she be a bit more conservative in her application. The zilla is a sport and takes it all in stride. We both know she is counting down the days until she can get herself inked for good. And she is none to happy that my tattoo shop of choice will not let her in to watch while I get mine done. Some things are just meant to remain a mystery.
Dum de dum...
I am fantastically behind on writing a piece for a local autism news magazine and blog. It's nothing big, and obviously nothing paid, but I miss writing things which are a little more structured. Sometimes I read my own horribly rambling blogs and can't believe that I can churn out a piece of proper writing. My journalism professors would cry to see what has become of me. Promising future, my ass. ;) In any case, the piece centers around autism and marriage. Heh. Obviously someone has a sense of humor. I have no doubt that I can write something that enumerates all the ways to keep your marriage afloat after receiving an autism diagnosis. The truth of the matter is that autism had very little to do with the undoings of my marriage, but this is neither the time nor place for that story. And, it makes all involved feel better if we can just lie a little and say that it did.
I suppose I should call it a night. J. is blowing up my phone and it is quite unusual for me to be up this late. I am all about making use of this extra talk time. I very much relish the idea of living in the same time zone. We're under the three month mark. And that is a very good thing.
<3
This is a new experience for me. Usually my writing keeps me tethered to my desk/table/art station/drop area for all things mail and school related but tonight I am typing away on a net book borrowed from my almost eleven-year-old nephew. He invited us (well, technically he invited the zilla but since I still control the car I was granted an invite) over to watch Wrestlemania 26. Yeah. That's what I said. In any case, it only took a few pleading words before I crumbled. I'm a complete sucker for my niece and nephews.
In any case...
While there I discovered his prized net book was not working properly and took it upon myself to start tinkering with it--I do loves to tinker. Several hours--and one blood oath--later, he allowed me to take it home to finish my tinkering. A little file back up onto a flash drive, several rounds with Ad-ware and Spybot, an AVG install, and a switch from IE to Firefox and presto! his little net book is good as new.
Of course, now that I have it for the night, I feel obligated to try it out. All in the name of testing, of course. :)
I must say that it is convenient to lounge under my blankies, sipping my wine, the Moo purring contentedly but I can already tell that a net book is not for me. It's a bit *too* small for my needs. More so than ever I am sold on the idea of a notebook. A Mac, to be precise. Oh, I know! I can already feel the Mac hate bubbling to the surface. :) I could get along on almost any notebook. J., on the other hand, would greatly benefit from a Mac. Garage Band, alone, makes it entirely worthwhile. And since we will probably only have a single notebook between us; it only makes sense to buy one that he can get the most use out of. I qualify for the educator's discount (yay, teachers!) and, if I can show I use it for school, it will be a nice little write off next year. I'm still saving my pennies, but I hope to have one before the start of the next school year.
Speaking of computers and such, I purchased a new monitor this week. My old monitor, a Dell circa 2003, finally left this earthly plain. It isn't anything flashy. Just a nice little--well, not so little, 23 inches of widescreen wonder--monitor that gave the zilla a case of the squees. Evidently Club Penguin looks pretty sick on a widescreen.
I must admit that it makes streaming movies and videos much easier on my poor, beleaguered eyes. I watched/listened to the entire first season of LA Ink whilst I cleaned this weekend. I have such mad love for that show. The zilla is positively dying to visit High Voltage during our LA trip. She is quite the Kat Von D fan. She even creates various scenes and "pieces" using her stick on tattoos. Her current labor of love is the laying out of her full sleeve. The pieces are all meticulously arranged for optimal placement. She is just waiting for the end of the school year to rock it out. Ever since she came in sporting five different tattoos, one in the center of her throat, the school has asked that she be a bit more conservative in her application. The zilla is a sport and takes it all in stride. We both know she is counting down the days until she can get herself inked for good. And she is none to happy that my tattoo shop of choice will not let her in to watch while I get mine done. Some things are just meant to remain a mystery.
Dum de dum...
I am fantastically behind on writing a piece for a local autism news magazine and blog. It's nothing big, and obviously nothing paid, but I miss writing things which are a little more structured. Sometimes I read my own horribly rambling blogs and can't believe that I can churn out a piece of proper writing. My journalism professors would cry to see what has become of me. Promising future, my ass. ;) In any case, the piece centers around autism and marriage. Heh. Obviously someone has a sense of humor. I have no doubt that I can write something that enumerates all the ways to keep your marriage afloat after receiving an autism diagnosis. The truth of the matter is that autism had very little to do with the undoings of my marriage, but this is neither the time nor place for that story. And, it makes all involved feel better if we can just lie a little and say that it did.
I suppose I should call it a night. J. is blowing up my phone and it is quite unusual for me to be up this late. I am all about making use of this extra talk time. I very much relish the idea of living in the same time zone. We're under the three month mark. And that is a very good thing.
<3
Friday, January 22, 2010
Life Leaking
Gram visits are currently suspended due to a raging head and chest cold. As we were schmoogling (our family's term for snuggling) on the couch the zilla offered this little nugget of insight.
"Momma, why do you sound like a bicycle pump when you breathe?"
"It's because I have a cold, Lils."
"Oh. I thought maybe it was your life leaking out."
Yeah.
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"Momma, why do you sound like a bicycle pump when you breathe?"
"It's because I have a cold, Lils."
"Oh. I thought maybe it was your life leaking out."
Yeah.
<3
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Here's the Skinny
I suppose if I am going to make any sort of semi-serious effort to post here I should tell you a little bit about myself. So here goes...
I'm Karyn (duh). I am a single mom to a rock awesome (in my totally biased opinion) nine-year-old daughter. You'll see her pop up in most blogs as "the zilla". The zilla was diagnosed with autism one month shy of her second birthday although my blog posts don't focus on autism nearly as much as they had in past years. Another frequent source of bloggaliciousness is my boyfriend, J. J. and I rock the long-distance thing. For three years now (almost four). Yeah. Really. We do a lot of texting. :) We also reside with an Oriental cat named Moo Shu. Well...originally his name was Moo Shu. Over the last year and a half his name has grown. Currently, his full name is as follows: Moo Shu Ninja-Cat Pork-Butt Schmooglehoffer Sagan. The zilla adds to his name whenever the mood strikes her so as I type this his name could be changing. I'll keep you posted.
What else? Ah, I spend my days working with moderate-to-severely autistic children--the boys I have right now are aged 14-16. I won't lie. It kick my ass every single day but I *love* my job.
Ok. So that isn't *it* but these little intro posts always make me feel like some Miss (am I too old for Miss?) America contestant and that just ain't my style. If you have questions, ask. I tend not to shy away from answers. ;)
<3
I'm Karyn (duh). I am a single mom to a rock awesome (in my totally biased opinion) nine-year-old daughter. You'll see her pop up in most blogs as "the zilla". The zilla was diagnosed with autism one month shy of her second birthday although my blog posts don't focus on autism nearly as much as they had in past years. Another frequent source of bloggaliciousness is my boyfriend, J. J. and I rock the long-distance thing. For three years now (almost four). Yeah. Really. We do a lot of texting. :) We also reside with an Oriental cat named Moo Shu. Well...originally his name was Moo Shu. Over the last year and a half his name has grown. Currently, his full name is as follows: Moo Shu Ninja-Cat Pork-Butt Schmooglehoffer Sagan. The zilla adds to his name whenever the mood strikes her so as I type this his name could be changing. I'll keep you posted.
What else? Ah, I spend my days working with moderate-to-severely autistic children--the boys I have right now are aged 14-16. I won't lie. It kick my ass every single day but I *love* my job.
Ok. So that isn't *it* but these little intro posts always make me feel like some Miss (am I too old for Miss?) America contestant and that just ain't my style. If you have questions, ask. I tend not to shy away from answers. ;)
<3
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