Why I'm not posting anything about the Queen's Jubilee...or some more inadvertent awesomeness

Because what you are about to see is infinitely interesting compared to an analysis of the flotilla. I did watch the whole pomp and pageantry of the day the Royal Family went to St Paul's for the service and ohmygoodness wasn't the Archbishop of Canterbury a prig?

So this happened...

I have video of this lovely event, but after two days of waiting for it to upload, I declare myself defeated.

C'est la vie.

If you have me in your Google+ circles, you can view the video there.

Here's to random events of frivolity!

Not-so-super-ninja-edit, Sunday 11:03 pm... got it to upload to YouTube. Wheeeeeeh!

Jealousy in July

I'll admit, I'm a bit jealous of my fellow Amurricans right now. You're sporting your annual brand new T-shirt or tank top from Old Navy, about to pop the top on that can in your hand.

I didn't make it to Old Navy this year. However, there's a bit of lovely Amurrican paraphernalia that came my way this week. Thank you Lindsay. It's the little things that make me warm and fuzzy, like the Tootsie Rolls and Tootsie Pops. You can't get them in the shops here for love nor money. 

Kiddo now knows just how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop.

And because I'm all patriotic and stuff... I have a little something for you. And as with most things that I begin, I end with a resounding harrumph. Forgive me, I have allergies right now and it's been fifteen years since I saw the inside of Ms Hulsey's choir room. GO PANTHERS! SENIORS '97!

Not as bad, but still not ideal

Thanks for the outpouring of support...I'm a bit overwhelmed by some of you, who don't know me or Kiddo. I appreciate your ninja/hippotamus skills in 'getting my back'. The child in question, in addition to having cerebral palsy, has some emotional issues that the school (for legal reasons) cannot explain explicitly to me. What I do know, is that he has the disability that prevents him from achieving empathy for others. What I don't know is if it is a result of brain chemical imbalance or an environmental affectation.

After the anger  rage abates, I feel sorry for the boy. No, hear me out.

Up until just recently, for perfectly logical reasons, very few of the children would play with him. Kiddo was one of three who would play with and sit at lunch with him. He has no friends and his mother is a single, working mom. She may have a boyfriend, but really, what kind of help is that? And she's going to have to deal with this for the rest of his life. He's going to have to be this way for the rest of his life.

I'd rather be in a man-made prison than one like that.

I went to the school to get more of the issue clarified yesterday. I spoke with the deputy headteacher, AKA assistant principal, who also happens to be the lead teacher in Kiddo's classroom. It is he who is removed from any room or outdoor space, should Kiddo decide that is where she wants to be. It is he who no longer participates in group activities. He is the one who takes his meals in the small room, off of the cloakroom. Kiddo's routine has had no changes whatsoever. I apologize if I gave that impression. I can see now how it could be construed in such way.

I asked why he hadn't been removed from the school permanently because of this event. It is because of the nature of his IEP. It is illegal for the school to do more than what they are doing at this time. Prior to this, they weren't allowed to touch him. Now, they are. This is the nature of special education in this region of the world. Inclusion, schminclusion.

After my conversation with the deputy headteacher, I am slightly appeased and my worries are marginally assuaged. I asked for the report's wording to be amended, from "pushed" to "slammed".  I'm still going to speak to the headteacher since she was not there when I went to the school. No big deal, a death in her family.

Wow, that sounded callous.

Anyway, he will no longer be in the after-school program (the where and when the event happened) after tomorrow. He will still be allowed to attend the school portion of the day, which for him is three hours of Nursery in the morning. Kiddo attends in the afternoon. While not being swift and harsh justice, it is a gentle and unrelenting sort of discipline. So British.

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In other news, my feet are not as bad as they were. They are however, far from ideal. So I did something radical. It made me do this to my chin and eyebrows:

It felt like ticklish pins and needles. Can you guess what it is?

It's legen....

WAIT FOR IT..............

DARY!!!!

Garra rufa fish, aka DOCTOR FISH!

Click on this word to find out more about Dr. Fish since I'm really not going to be able to answer your many many many questions.

FEEDING FRENZY!

And my feet are so minty fresh and smooth! While my callouses are not totally and completely gone, the overall condition of my feet are much better.

I thought, what the hell? It was "Buy One Get One Free". I asked for more than two fish and the lady looked at me weird. Turns out I get to have a free Garra Rufa fish pedicure when I buy a Garra Rufa fish pedicure.

The lady warned me before I put my feet in to "look ahead and don't look down until you get used to it. Because it's for the best." I asked her to take a picture of me as soon as I put my feet in for the first time.

Probably not all that inspiring of a face, but hey... there's half a smile!

 I think they should have a wall of such pictures for potential customers to peruse as they're pondering whether or not to get the Doctor Fish pedi-nibblefest.

The result was that my feet felt like how I imagine Jason Segal's hair. Smooth and silky.

A++!!! Would buy from again!