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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Hearing Test Results

The Audiologist will be sending me 'formal' results- but here's what we know now-

His hearing is good at least in his 'good ear'. (Whatever the crap that means!) He wasn't the most compliant child (imagine that!) in sitting still- so she wasn't able to get 'perfect' pictures of both ears. He was still on antibiotics for an ear infection, which can affect the results.

She said that his Ped needs to keep a close eye on him and we need to push our insurance to cover speech (since he qualifies). Isn't this the story of my life. They are still denying Logen. A 5 y/o NON-VERBAL child that ASPIRATES does NOT qualify for Speech Therapy according to Cigna. Go figure. Thank goodness for Medicaid! Parker has no hope since he doesn't qualify. Don't get me started on the government aspect of helping middle class families! We are to poor to provide medical things for our family, yet according to them- we make to much for help. Makes me love the people that sit on their butts and do nothing all day even more......

For now, I am pretty confident that his speech delay IS NOT hearing related! Yippee.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

U Know U R A Bit Obsessive Compulsive When

... You are suppose to DRAW one set design from your play, but you actually stay up until 2am building it from cardboard and construction paper. Adam was a terrific help! He did the drawing.
I'm an amateur. This is *suppose* to be a house and garage. This is my main character (Madelyn) conversing with the "Tire Man" who has brought his tow truck to her home to fix her flat. The name of my play, as you might have guessed it, Fighting With Time.


It's a busy week for us!

* Parker did fan-tab-u-lus Friday. I have a picture to share- this deserves a post on its own.
* Logen was seizure free all weekend long!
* Mr Parker has a hearing test this afternoon (FINGERS CROSSED that all goes well!)
* Logen has been *willingly* using his talker more frequently. Last night he carried it to Adam and asked for milk please. :) Go Logen!!!!
* I *think* I did well on yesterday's French exam
* Parker will be 2 Sunday!!! Where does time go?!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Parker's Going To College!!!! (avec moi!)

Avec moi... with me.

Yes, my littlest Mister has been volunteered to go to my Developmental Psych class tomorrow afternoon for a demonstration. I'm not really sure what they'll do with him- but he's a cute lil mess- so, he's got that going for him :) I asked them to bring a duck. The ONLY think he will do on command is QUACK. Like a duck. It's so stinkin' cute. I only hope he'll perform in a large classroom of about 250 seats (and, who knows how many will show up it varies day to day).

So, wish us luck tomorrow. As we hike together. And, then ride the bus together. And, hike some more before we even get to the building.

I think he's excited about it though. I asked if he was going to school with Mommy and he says, "Yesh". I say- are you going to be good? And, he says "Bubba". I'm assuming that's a no :)

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Another Call From St Louis

I spoke with the nurse again today. It's almost freaky having a Dr's office call YOU to check on your child.
Here's our most recent plan.
* Blood work- she faxed me the script and we will do this *hopefully* tomorrow afternoon.
* He's up to 75mg AM and 100mg PM on the Zonegran. He cannot go up to much farther on the dose- which mean if he continues to have seizures, we may be switching medications.
* Admission to the St Louis hospital for a 24-48 hour (could be longer, but no shorter) ' videoed seizure watch'. We will begin the paper work for this. She said since he's not having *major* seizures everyday they wouldn't push this to be done now. It will be most likely Decemeber when we get this done.

I asked about a fMRI. The nurse said she would ask Dr Brunstrom and get back to me.
Some of you maybe interested in this. It's a functional MRI.

fMRI is becoming the diagnostic method of choice for learning how a normal, diseased or injured brain is working, as well as for assessing the potential risks of surgery or other invasive treatments of the brain.

Physicians perform fMRI to:
* examine the anatomy of the brain.
* determine precisely which part of the brain is handling critical functions such as thought, speech, movement and sensation, which is called brain mapping.
* help assess the effects of stroke, trauma or degenerative disease (such as Alzheimer's) on brain function.
* monitor the growth and function of brain tumors.
*guide the planning of surgery, radiation therapy, or other surgical treatments for the brain.

*** brain mapping
Mapping the brain's surface using small electrodes to stimulate a nerve so its electrical response can be measured. By determining the role of specific nerves in a patient, this technique helps surgeons avoid damage to sensitive areas while operating on the brain.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

An Incomplete Definition

I found this here. Wish I could have said it that well.

Long before I even met Nick, a friend of mine in Maine learned her beautiful blonde daughter’s developmental delays fell into the category of mental retardation. And though I hate to say it now, I felt sorry for her.

A child with special needs.

What a pity.

I wish I knew then that pity is the last thing us parents need.

(And don’t even think about feeling sorry for our children.)

What does it mean to parent a child with disabilities?

It means the reframing of your worldview.

It means taking nothing for granted and spending more time in the present than in future plans

and dreams.

It means endless appointments and paperwork and the introduction of your child to all kinds of

adults who specialize in understanding his or her needs.

It means missing your own six-month dental check-ups and yearly pap smears.

It means growing comfortable with stares, even if your comfort is in knowing that you won’t be comfortable, but it will happen anyways.

It means knowing how to silence a pesky questioner with a single statement:

“His brain was injured at birth.”

“I have two wombs instead of one.”

“Why do you ask?’

“He has Cerebral Palsy.”

“There’s nothing wrong with him.”

“Well, he’s not looking at you because he’s legally blind.”

“What do you mean by Ok?”

It means redefining the words OK, healthy, and childhood.

It means continually adjusting expectations so you neither expect too little or too much but

rather remain open to wherever your child leads.

It means learning to follow.

It means a redefinition of your social life because either your friends don’t understand or because you find yourself with so much less time to devote to cultivating friendships. You want to extend invitations to dinner, you truly mean to return the favor, but months go by and you still haven’t had an extra second to plan a social evening. It means being so grateful to those friends who do understand.

It means working on learning how to scoop with a spoon instead of learning how to chew with your mouth closed, learning how to walk instead of ballet lessons.

Learning to go slow instead of racing. It means letting go of comparisons and bailing out of the My-Kids-More-Advanced-Than-Your-Kid game.

It means becoming almost fluent in medicalese and actually knowing what the following terms mean: IVH-III, C-PAP, Nystagmus, Strabismus, Hydrocephalus…

It means doling out medications--even if you planned on raising all natural kids.

It means joy in the controlled bend of a knee, a flash of eye contact, sunlight on an orange Lilly, the sound of your young son saying, “No.”

It means befriending therapists, multiple adults that not only love your child but remind you when you most need to hear it that your doing a good job. “You’re a good parent,” they tell you-- and you realize that all parents could benefit from hearing this from interested parties and you think how lucky you are. It means always thinking you could do more.

It means wanting time alone as a family, without appointments, professional judgment, and medical advice.

It means multi-tasking, squared, times three.

It means buckling your son into his car seat to drop him off at daycare and then driving straight to work.It means constant surprise. “Did you see what he just did?!?!”

It means never shaking the specter of death.

It means gulping joy like water.

It means questioning whether you can do this again, whether you can conceive and carry another child.

It means wanting to try.

It means not wanting to try.

It means fear.

It means acceptance.

It means hope.

It means never saying, “I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, as long as it’s healthy.”

It means…

Seizure Update

The APN at Logen's Neuro's office called to check in on "Mr Logen" today. Dr Brunstrom was headed to a conference this afternoon and wanted to see how he was before she left. How amazing is that?!?!
She took down some notes (the latest... well, still not a day w/o a seizure. He's having atleast 1 or 2. Lasting 10 seconds to 45s/1 minutes)
She felt like the next step would be a referral to the Epilepsy Center in St Louis. Our fingers are crossed as we think this would be beneficial to Logen!

Monday, October 20, 2008

The Hole

Ya know, you feel like your finally gettin' outta that hole. And you slip. Thats me. I'm there. I peep up over the edge and then miss a step and slip right back down to the bottom. Seriously. It's chaos!!!!

Parker's been on antiobiotics for a bilateral ear infection since Wednesday. Spikes a fever Friday night, lasts all day Saturday, not so much of yesterday, but up last night.
At noon the daycare calls.
DC: "Um, we took his temp .... 101.6 ..."
Me thinks... that sounds like a radio station. la - de - da - de - da - da - daaaaa
Me says: Oh. Well, I'm going to catch the bus and get to my car. It'll be about 45 minutes before I can get there

We go to the Dr. I love co-pays. 20 bucks here, 20 bucks there. I'm rich. What can I say. 20 bucks- no biggie. Not like it takes Adam anytime to make that..... hahahahahaha (got the sarcaism? good)

Dr: That ear looks horrible.
Me: You said that 5 days ago.
Dr: I did? Oh, yes.... Next ear, um not so good either. Well, you know the body can.... he's immune to the antibiotic most likely
Me thinks: give me something else so we can leave

I missed my afternoon class today. I missed all last Wednesday. And Thursday. I have a 6 page critique due tomorrow over a {dumb} play I forced my loving husband to suffer through (Hey, if I had to sit through 3.5 hours of hell-o, shouldn't he?!) And a test. So, I can't really miss that.

I've emailed my teacher to ask if I can bring Parker along. Can you see that? I'm going to do real well on that test. Little turkey trying to escape my lap, disturbing EVERYBODY and their dog to. We shall see. She may so no, no, no do not bring that child with you!

Moral of my post: Venting.... I'm stuck in a hole and I can't get out!!!! Ahhhhhhhh

Saturday, October 18, 2008

I Am Mom!

My little monster Parker has decided to run around saying, "bye bye ess-e-ka!" He started this last night when he squirmed off the bed escaping bedtime. I am pretty sure he's saying, bye bye Jessica in Parkanease. I told him I am his Momma or ma mére, but I am not ess-e-ka to him! Little stinker!!!!!!!

Thursday, October 16, 2008

A 9-1-1 Call

Today has been interesting. Interesting.
At 8:04am my phone rang- I missed the call b/c I was dropping Parker off at daycare. At 8:05am I was in the car heading towards my school and listening through 14 voice mails to get to the one Logen's school had just left me (if that tells you anything, I don't listen to voice mails very often)
The lady had said Logen is in the nurses office and they've called 911. Please call them.
I freak. 1st thing that comes to mind: Seizure. Bad one. Tears, why couldn't this have happened when he was near me?!
I regain composure and call them back. She said he was on the school bus - and had been seizing for about 2 minutes before he even got to school. I can't remember if they had phoned ahead to warn them or not- whoever was there to take him took off running to the nurse's office. The nurse immediately gave him diastat (a form of valium administered rectally). This stopped the seizure. They called 911 and then me.
I headed towards his school. Thankful I was still in town (well, the next town over- but my school is a good 40 minutes *atleast* from Logen's school). I turned on my flashers and drove like any paniced mother would.
When I got there the paramedics asked if I wanted them to transport Logen or if I wanted to. I said them. He was still lethargic and really not even holding his own head up. There were several people in the nurses office with Logen. The nurse was holding him and his teacher was standing next to them. The assistant principle, office ladies, and 2 paramedics were there 2.
We got in the ambulance and headed to the hospital. Logen's teacher drove my van to the hospital so I would have it there. I really thought he would have slept on that drive, but he didn't. He was so out of it. He would have been so excited if he had known he was riding in the back of an ambulance. The paramedic riding back there had been to the school the week before to show the fire truck off and remembered Logen. He said he loved it!
When we got to the hospital Logen was still not totally with it. The Dr there called and spoke with his Neuro at the CP Center in St Louis. They said we did the right thing and decided to up his medicine again. He's up to 75mg of Zonegran/AM and 100mg/PM. He was checked over and besides the fact that he'd just had a severe seizure, he looked good. So he was discharged.
We got home and he slept til about 1:30 this afternoon. He cried when he woke up, he tried to walk but was so wobbly. He ate a little oatmeal and was starting to get his normal color back.

I spoke with the CP Cntr nurse this afternoon and she said she'd call me back in the AM about this. It's alarming to me that his seizures are getting worse. Today's seizure was classified as tonic-clonic. Logen has never had this kind before. Nor has he ever had one lasting over 2 minutes. I'm worried about this. Personally I think if they are getting worse- there must be something we are missing. How is it that seizures just pop up at 4.5 years old and become worse as you increase the preventative medicine? I'll post an update when I get one.

The nurse called this afternoon to check on us. I also spoke to Logen's teacher (everybody wanted an update) She said when the bus got to the school this afternoon, they ladies had tears in there eyes-- they were so so worried about Logen.

I am absolutely AMAZED with his school. So far, in every aspect they've gotten a A+.

I missed class yesterday- Parker has a bilateral ear infection. One he's had for about a week we didn't know about. We got numbing ear drops- they looked horrible. He hadn't had a fever- just wasn't sleeping. He still doesn't have all of his front teeth in, I chalked it up to teething. Guess we won't do that again.

Say a prayer for us, would you? It's kinda stressful here!

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Questioning My Parenting

I often wonder if I am good enough to be Logen and Parker's momma. It's nice to get those compliments- the ones where people non-chalantly tell you you're a great mom.

Today, I felt kinda like I got a 'not-so-great' mom award. Adam's brother and his wife had their baby today (so we have a new neice, Welcome Madelyne Reece!). Some good friends kept the boys for a few hours so we could go to the hospital to see the baby (and not have to keep up with the monkies). There was a book sitting there, Grandma's something or other. So, I opened it up and saw a hand-writen message. Being the nosey person I am, I read it.

It was something to the effect of- (obviously, not exact words- but what I got out of it) Blah, blah... You are so lucky to have such wonderful parents that love you so much. You are one blessed little girl. Your parents will do everything they can for you.... We are so blessed to have you.

Ok, I wanted to cry. The person who wrote this has NEVER EVER told me I am a good Momma. Or even implied it. So, I asked Adam after we left. He said, (what man that didn't want to get a beat down wouldn't say this?!) yes, baby you are an awesome mother. Any mom who has a special needs child that does as much as you have done and do for Logen deserves an honor. You are an amazing woman and mother. But, he married me. So, he wouldn't have done that if he thought I was crappy, right?

Anyway--- I do a lot for Logen. And, Parker. They are my children. I do what mother's should do. I love them. I can't imagine a single day without them. I hate the system, it's all jacked up. But, we put up a fight, a damn good one at that. We will never let them win. They may get the best of me occassionaly- but once I learn the ropes- you better believe they'll be hearing from Jessica again. Doesn't all of that count for something? Doesn't the fact that we are constantly searching for new therapies and treatment options count for something? We look for things to better their lives, we would move mountains for our children. I would give my voice, or leg, or arm, or life so Logen could speak if thats what Logen needed me to do. We love our babies, we read them books, we play with them, we feed them, we hug them, we keep them safe, and clean, and dressed, and fairly happy (when they get what they want, when they want it, how they want it). Doesn't that amount to something?

What counts as being a good/great parent? What do I do to get there? I want to be there. I have to be at that parenting level. My children need me to be there.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

In Need Of Your EMAIL~

Somehow, my contacts list in my email was erased. I'm not really sure how- b/c why in the heck would I erase my address book?!?!?!?!?!

So, I have NO EMAIL ADDRESSES. I was trying to email Kiera just now and typed in the K, which usually brings up all my K's... thats when I noticed it. It's empty.

So, even if you send me nothing at all. I just need your email address once again. Don't get your feelings hurt if you get no email from me before you send me your address b/c once again- I don't know how to get ahold of you :(


Oh, yes- Kiera--- if you'd just send me your addy I'll finish my email to you :) I could go to your blog, I know... maybe I'll do that to.


Logen was invited to 2 birthday parties on Saturday. (you are laughing now... thinking, oh wow. major crisis. her kid was invited to 2 parties, big whoop!)

Here's the deal though. They are BOTH in his class (his special class). I am sure they both got invites to each others parties. One is from 12:30 - 2:30 and the other starts at 2. Both are for sets of twins. One at a inflatable toy jumpy place with lots of jumpy things (Logen of course can't stand up on these things, but since its for a non-'typical' kid I'm not worried about that). The other at a park. Do we try to do both? Do I go to one and not the other? What do we do? He's also got OT that morning from 11-12. Is it going to be a total over load for Logen (and Parker and Mom!) to try to do all of this in a few hours? I was thinking maybe go to the jumpy one (cake and pizza will be served) until 130 and then go to the park one and let the kids run wild for about an hour. And, then there's gifts. How do I know what to buy them. Where are they on the development scale? The jumpy one says no gifts please. The other does not. The girl twin (the one that is in his class) has moderate Down's. She talks a little, not very clear and is able to walk. Socially last year she was one on one in a room with her and a para b/c she couldn't do the stimulation. She has just 'come out of the box' they said in the last few months. She is a doll though. And, she loves me! I always get great big hugs and she wants me to pick her up when I go in his class!

Enough of that.... so, comment and help me out here. I know, we've all got 'bigger fish to fry' like the French quiz and pysch test I have tomorrow. Have you noticed I blog more around test time? Hmmm.... I think that may have a double meaning :)

Boxtops For Education

Favor to ask! Logen's school is collecting boxtops, Campbell's labels, and Tyson labels. They turn them in and the companies send them $ or educational products (such as new computers for students). Logen's school earned 2,100 last year. This is the 2nd year for the school to be open, they are hoping to make up to 20,000- which is the max amount Boxtops will allow.

If you buy any of the above products- I would LOVE it for you to save them for me and send them via postal mail. I can comp you for the postage (save them up for 2 or so months and send them to me in bulk to save in postal fees).

Here is a link to all of the products you can clip 'boxtops' from, there are MANY!!
If you do any online shopping- here is a link to shop through. There are discount codes here- it will also send a portion of the sale to the school. Email me and I can give you the details for his school.

If you are able to help and do not have my address, send me an email and I will glady send you my snail mail addy.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Failure To Thrive

(BARB- I left a comment for you~)
Im doing my developmental psych study sheet- I'm kinda, um, weirded out (for lack of a better word) by the definition the book gives for FTT.

FTT: a growth disorder, usually present by 18 months of age, caused by a lack of affection and stimulation

Logen was given a FTT Dx around 12 months. So, what exactly was the Dr thinking when he did this? Was he just thinking it in terms of purely growth or do I read more into it? It makes me think there are actually people out there that think maybe I don't pay enough attn to Logen- which at 12 months (nor now, which I know now- I could certainly spend more time with him)- he was still a nursing baby. He slept next to me. I was a SAHM 24/7. How did he lack anything?! I bought all the right toys, we watched those Baby Einstien videos... Stimulation! Stimulation! Stimulation!

I know there are alot of you out there who also have kids with the FTT label. What do you think? Does that definition upset you any?

I'm a "Note-Taker"

Thats my title in my Psych class. I was assigned this duty by my teacher- 2 people were picked out of a rather large class (something like 250 of us). My duties- to take notes for another student. I REALLY wana ask my note taking guy why I am taking notes for him, but I am afraid it's rude.

I learned afterwards that in my theatre course there is a young man (who just happens to be one of our football players) that gets notes emailed to him via another student. So, I should google my guys name and see if he's in it b/c he is a sports dude!

At the end of the semester I will get awarded a letter or something to verify I completed (16 hours per credit hour) of community service. I think this part is pretty neat. I opted for it over payment of $25 per credit hour. The community service will look good for med school applications ;)


Today must not have been my 'bus riding' day. I park a good ways from where our actual classes are, in a lot where a good majority of students park and catch the bus. The bus ride takes about 5-10 minutes to get to my stop. This morning I arrive, and get about 50ft from the door of the bus. He closes the door up and drives on. I happened to park in the west lot- so I RAN my booty off to the east lot. I got about 30ft from the door before he left. I dropped my white jacket on the ground (in a puddle no doubt- its a rainy, nasty day here).

French Test- must've been hard for us all. Last test, we were all out of there fairly quickly. Today was not so- about 95% of the class was in there until the last second!
Genetics- Oh, I really don't like that class at all. It is SO boring. It sounded interesting. But, my professor is at the University for a major research project and I don't think she could care one bit about actually teaching anybody anything. She's so random.
I spent 2 hours working on my Psych 3093 study guide (and no, I am not even half way done!) I must finish it tonight! My test is Wednesday!

More bus drama. Again, I get to the stop and hes closing the stinkin' door when I am 20 seconds away! So, I run, thinking maybe I can make it to the next stop in time to get on. No, I am 15 seconds away! I swear!!!! I decided that instead of sitting there for 10 minutes waiting for the next bus to circle around, I'd just start walking. So, I did. And, I was a little unsure about how to get to the parking lot on foot. But, I made it. And- guess what- right behind me the bus pulled in. I left class at 2:15 and got to my van at 2:45ish. I guess it takes about the same amount of time to walk as it does wait for the bus when you miss the 2:20 one!

So, ends another drama filled school day in the life of moi :0

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Foreign Language...

BITES!!! Ask me tomorrow and I might tell you I enjoy it. But, after spending about 85% of my day studying one I must tell you I do not, can not, & will not enjoy it. I'm kicking myself in the butt for not studying better along the way like I did throughout the last chapter (and aced that test with a 96). However, there were a few things in the last few weeks that happened unexpectedly- and left me at a point where the last thing I wanted to do was focus on French.

The point of an 11:30 pm whiney post.... I dread my exam tomorrow morning. And, I just thought you all should know it.

Yet Another Busy Week!

* Logen's 1st Kindergarten FIELD TRIP!!! (Nana is going with him, I have a test)
* Jessica- French Ch 2 Exam
* Logen- Private Speech
* Madelyne Reese is due (Adam's brother/Sister-in-law's baby)

* Take Van in to get fixed (get a loaner) the TPMS lights some on when we go on road trips and it's 'clicking', theres also something wrong with the steering column (all covered by warrenty!!)
* Logen- Private Speech & PT (I think we are going to drop the PT, he'd be in therapy til 5:30- thats too long of a day--- what is your opinion?)
* Spaghetti Dinner at Logen's School

* Jessica- 2nd Developmental Psych Test

* Jessica- Dr
* Logen- Private PT

* Logen- Private PT

* Logen- Private OT
* Birthday Party x2 (think we will be skipping one)
* Adam & Jess going to see "Cymbeline" for class. Joy-- always wanted to see this one and Adam is so stinkin' excited I am making him go with me!

I'm off to study! I hope you all have a wonderful week!

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Go Hannah!

It's my middle little sisters Senior year! (I feel old!) We are on our way to the next state over to her band competetion! It's a big thing! The boys enjoyed the competition last year, so I know they will enjoy this years as well. Logen loved the color gaurds- the bright colored flags!
Please say a prayer for the bands safety (all of them, lots of people traveling for this) and wish them Good Luck today!!!!

Friday, October 3, 2008

My Phone's Guna BLOW!

My Mommy sent out a MASS text message this morning to remind everybody and their dog to text me and tell me Happy Birthday!

I had 191 texts in my inbox last check! Thanks to all of you who have wished me a Happy Birfday :) I'm a ripe 'ole 24 today!

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Holy Moses!

There's a cRaZy guy on Campus. I like to listen to this guy while I eat lunch outside. He's extreme. He's got videos on Youtube. I think it's funny when students try to argue with him. He goes off on random topics and won't really answer questions. I wrote a few things he said (SANG actually, he likes to sing) yesterday. I'm also posting one of his videos. NOTE: I am NOT promoting this guy AKA His nickname is Moses at the U. I just think he's nuts. And, it's kinda funny how some people can be so extreme in their beliefs.
Moses said: (Not me!)
* (This was a song) Fraternities and sororities have 1 thing in common, STD's. Oh, there's a cup of trembling {didn't catch the word} from God and me. Let the sunshine in, turn away from sin. Sinners never win. Turn away from sin.
* Do you know why the coast gets hurricanes? Because, God hates them? Why do people get migraines? B/c God hates them. New Orleans gets hit so badly b/c God hates them, it's full of sin. (this was from last Wednesday)
* (Another lovely song) What did you expect at Virgina Tech? There was a man who was taught he came from a fish {Yea, I was thinking WTF here too?!} U of A, I'm blaming you too. What did you expect at Virgina Tech? You love rock and roll and your beer. I'm blaming you today (he blows his whistle) People blame it on the guns. Well, do you blame the spoon or Rosie O'Donnell for being fat? Take the guns away from the people. It's a crime to give a gun to a homosexual. Letting a woman with short hair have a gun is an outcry. (I had to go to class, I didn't get to finish this one!) {I'm posting his YouTube video on this - it was posted this August, so I guess he 'recycles' his speeches}
* He sang a song last week about "Sprawled-Out Leg Sally" the sorority girl with STD's.
You will have to pause the music at the bottom and hit play on this~

Do you see where I am coming from? It's like a comedian. This dude is really crazy. If you can't tell so far- he doesn't particularly care for homosexuals or frats/sororities.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

I've Noticed Today-

* I have a hole in my pants- in the butt, where it's sewn together. Thank goodness I have a sweat shirt to toe around my waste!
* The colleges toilet paper is like 1/4 ply. Not kidding, you can read through it!
* There is ALWAYS somebody at the mirror doing makeup or hair. It *almost* makes me feel bad for not fixing mine all the time, almost.
* Parker has 1 pair of pants that fit. And, they are still a little to big. He'll be 2 in a month and 18 months are too big. Go figure~
* Logen's had 2 (possibly 3) seizures already today. Lovely. WTH is up with this?!
* I have alot of studying to get done and shouldn't be blogging. :P

So, I learned that in the age group 18-24 1 in 4 people have a STD. WOW~ So, when I go to the bathroom at school, I'm all creeped out. Like, don't touch anything b/c like only 1 other peron (statistically) in here is 'clean'. Since when did STD's get so bad. I'm oblivious.

Going to class. Say a prayer for Logen today. He's had it rough!

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