Funny how they all came along with me.
Who wants to see a picture of me?
If you really want to know what I look like and how dolled-up I get to go shelling, go visit Pam's blog, here. Scroll down, you'll find me.
Pam has this great shelling blog called i Love Shelling and I have been stalking her since, easily, last November. When we went down to Sanibel this last time I met up with her. Really, I think she only relented to meeting me in the hopes of serving a restraining order but strange things happen and I ran smack into her on the beach before we were to meet. Since the cops weren't around and her husband was off too far to hear her screams she had no choice but to say hi.
All kidding aside, I really like her. I was a little nervous meeting her because I didn't want to be too stalkish but I think I fooled her.
The other lady in the picture I'm with is a wonderful friend I met back in June and I talked about her here. Funny how you can make such a good friend while looking for a few shells. Anyway, she came down and we went shelling and hung out. Can I just tell you how much fun we had???
Anyway, I tell you all of this now because I'm stressed. Stressed about Thanksgiving and how Alex is going to respond. And too, I'm worried about how my husband's family is going to respond to seeing the inner workings of how we live. Because lets face it, our house is set up to live with Autism. We have index card schedules at the table, taped on the wall where we do homework, where we load and unload backpacks and at the back door where we come in and out of the house. We have certain times we do things and specific routes we take. We have routines. We have preferred foods. We have foods that cause puking just at the mere mention. We have meltdowns, tears and then we have hugs. We have a way to do just about everything and that's just us. And the way we lives brings us peace. But it's not the way everyone else lives.
Add school and the home construction and I'm a little spooked.
So when I'm stressed I like to go back and think of times where we didn't have any cares other than what's for dinner, when the dolphins going to arrive and how drunk I was going to get.
So that's why I'm looking back a bit right now.
So I can calm down to move forward.
|This little son-of-a-bitch is the reason I have crabs|
in my house. He was Lizzy's "pet" the whole time
we were there. Serves him right.
|Some of my shells I keep on my desk. |
That one with dots in the center?