You Get What You Pay For

You know what really ticks me off? When you marinate chicken, prepare black beans and rice, and fresco salsa for a fab mexican dinner, and you go to light the grill to cook the chicken you've marinated, and the damn "INSTANT light" charcoal won't light. Not even with fluid ADDED. Looks like leftovers, again.


Know what ticks me off even more? Cleaning the charcoal out of the grill, putting it back in the bag, (and just then noticing that somehow, I missed that this bag had been taped up and put on the shelf.) I now have to make a trip to Wal-Mart to return the charcoal wielding my two children that are going to be very angry they've been drug out in 110 degree heat, AGAIN. Wal-Mart Charcoal=FAIL. 

Just Another Manic Monday...

Can I tell you how glad I am that this day is over? First you must understand that my daughter is like an animal let out of a cage when she doesn't have her meds.

My daughter has to go in to the Dr. every three months because of her ADHD meds. Well, last week when I called for her refills, they told me she had to come in and they didn't have any appts. available until Monday. This was lovely, seeing that she would be out of meds on Sunday, and since it's a "Controlled Substance" that also comes in a patch, and there are 30 to a box, they can't give you some to 'get you through'.

So we go this morning, as scheduled @8:45, we drive the wonderful 20 minute drive through rush hour traffic on I-4, near Orlando.



The Dr. is late. I leave the office around 10:15. I call some of the local pharmacies, and NO ONE in the area has her script, the only location is 1/2 an hour away. I needed to get a couple things at some stores that we don't have around here, so I figured I'd get what I needed and go back to the town I live in and get the script filled at the pharmacy that I TOLD to have it EVERY month (which they agreed to do.)

The shopping was, to say the least, a NIGHTMARE. I was so embarrassed by her behavior, and it fueled the youngest to act "just like my sisser."

I finally make it back to my town and go to the pharmacy. By now it's about noon. I send the script in, they look it up and find they don't have it. They said the only place that had it was 20 minutes away. Grrr. I leave and call the pharmacy I used to use, the nice lady tells me that "I can't give you that information over the phone". I promptly hang up wondering why I bothered to place the call in the first place. Really-gas is $3.40 a gallon, and I drive a truck that has the BIGGEST motor that GMC ever made. You want me to drive all the way there with my script so you can tell me you don't have it?

I decide to re-group and head home because I need to feed my children, and figured I'd make a few phone calls to some of the larger pharmacies. I called the one that's 20 minutes from me, and they had it, but I didn't really feel like another joyride across town. I decided to call Publix, which is about 3 miles from my house. PRAISE THE LORD, they had it. I pack the kids up again, and we're off to Publix. I figured I could get the rest of what was on my grocery list there, so it would be easy to blow the 20 minutes it would usually take them to fill the script. Except today, of course, it would be longer than 20 minutes. We went ALL the way around the store. We had a sample of today's Apron's meal. We went to the bakery for a cookie, my son throws a fit because there's no "sprinkles". We went to the bathroom (where my son promptly pees all over the toilet seat). Checked the pharmacy, still not done. We check out (except that they didn't have the grapes that hubs loves.) We go back to the pharmacy. Hallelujah! The script is ready!

But, by this time, it's too late to put the patch on because it takes 2 hours to work, it's 1:30 in the afternoon, school ends at 4 pm for my daughter, who CANNOT go to school with out the meds- she'd be expelled for sure. So, in the spirit of torturing myself, I make a stop at Winn-Dixie for the grapes before I head home. We walk in, and one child goes one way, and one goes the other. I just needed to get grapes. Instead, I'm the crazy mom running around yelling childrens' names like I'm herding cattle.

Moral of the story: I need drugs.  I'm off for a nice big glass of Bacardi's ya'll. 

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My Little Girl...

My daughter is an 11 year old with ADHD. My daughter asked me last night if she should lie to the kids at school and tell them that she has a boyfriend. Imagine my speechless-ness. This is really a shame, and I am disappointed in this society. I didn't raise my daughter to lie, and I didn't raise my daughter to care what others think. Of course, there's a history for her. She's always struggled socially, she's always turned to teacher's to make her time at school bearable, and to provide comfort from the children that have rejected her. She's always been the smallest in her class, and she's been verbally harassed and bullied, to the point of being attacked by a classmate FIVE times her size.

She's never been interested in sports. This year she's tried out for 2 teams, and because of her size, hasn't made either one. My daughter loves chess, but because some of the kids snickered when she said she wanted to join chess club, she said she didn't want to do it.

My uncle told me when she was about 3 months old, that my daughter was going to be a singer. My daughter loves music. She does love to sing. She's gotten a {real} keyboard, an electric guitar, and karaoke machine in the last 3 years for Christmas. We've bought her instructional DVD's and sheet music. My daughter's school does not have a choir or offer a band program, therefore there is no way for her to meld her love of music into a school related activity. Of course, I've had her on a list for the Jewett School of the Arts since Kindergarten, but I don't have the kind of money it takes to buy her a seat there.

I understand there are things about ADHD and this society that I cannot change. It seems as if every time there is an issue, she is the one who made to suffer because they want HER to change, instead of having to do the difficult thing, and inspire change in the students and schools. I understand that we live in tough times. Single parents, job loss, homeless families. That's just to name a few. But we are still parents. We are still affecting the lives of our children with the choices we make. When we are too busy to monitor what they are watching, who they're talking to, and where they are every minute of every day, we let them go. They are too young to be let go.

We cannot make our children into what we are not. I see girls at my son's elementary school wearing skinny jeans, heeled boots up to their knees, and their hair is dyed every color of the rainbow. Call me conservative, call me old-fashioned if you like. But these are CHILDREN. They are NOT your Barbies. So you had kids and your hair's a mess and you're hips are wider, and you can't wear heels because your feet are bigger. That's YOUR problem. You are doing nothing for these girls by trying to make them into everything you're NOT or a miniature version of what you are.

Make the changes within yourself if you want to help your daughter. Love yourself so that you can love them. FIX YOU. Maybe then, I won't have to tell my daughter that a boy of 11 or 12 years old, doesn't have anything to offer her and won't make her popular, and instead I can tell her that she's beautiful and doesn't need a boy's approval. I can tell her the most important thing for her right now is to be a child and get a good education, not to worry about "swag"..because there's not a middle school aged child on the earth that has it.

My daughter has ADHD. She's still her Daddy's princess...I only just wish she could feel like one.

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The Little Boy that Cried Wolf

There are so many possibilities, and so much we don't know. Baez knew that Casey could never try to tell the truth because the State did such a good job of painting her as a liar, which, I'm not disputing, there are things she did lie about. However, even if she wanted to tell the truth, no one would believe her. Remember the story of "The Little Boy that Cried Wolf"?

I believe that something awful did happen, not sure what, but Casey was so afraid of being disgraced by her mom, that she went to George and he agreed that Cindy would lose it and probably never speak to Casey again. Look at how she freaked out just finding out that Caylee was missing. Can you imagine having to look her in the eye and tell her that Caylee was dead?


I don't believe that George Anthony is the righteous man that the media or Law Enforcement painted him to be. I think there could be far more involvement on his behalf, whether it be his gambling or his bad temper, that lead to Caylee's demise. I don't buy the story that Law Enforcement didn't see what Roy Kronk was seeing. I think this shady character, who was also accused of kidnapping before and whose own sister didn't want him around her daughter, needed to be investigated further.

I've done my homework on this case. I only wish that all those who hadn't, those who chose to  listen to every media outlet they could, had done the same.

A huge lesson to be learned...

I just listened to the arguement presented by Mr. Mason today Motion for Aquittal today. Funny, he touched on all the points I made in my last blog. No previous reports of child abuse, no SUBSTANTIAL evidence or motive.

What people don't understand is the underlying politics in this case. Orange County Sheriff's Dept. made a huge mistake. They didn't allow the defense attorney's rep to be there as they processed the crime scene, they interrogated Casey 3 on 1 at Universal Studios, they NEVER investigated ANYONE else, such as the infamous Roy Kronk. They took everyone's word at face value. That's not what detectives do. GOOD detectives question EVERYTHING.  There were no witnesses, no certainty of  "Who, What, When, Where and Why.". We heard testimony to the lying she'd done in past, but nothing  that proved she was a bad mother. There was nothing to prove-beyond a shadow of a doubt that Casey didn't love her daughter. Nothing that suggested she didn't want to be a parent any longer. This was all speculation because the media had to convict someone.