Or is it heat? 
This weekend I took Jonathon to a little carnival/picnic for families who take care of children with special needs. I WISH I took more pictures, but half the time I had a hand on him at all times and was afraid to step too far away to take the shot (he was around animals).
So- the pics I have are the pics I have. The people there took TONS of photos of him for the site and newsletter- mainly because he’s the only child who’s in a wheelchair and the animals LOVED him (there were mini horses and GIANT dogs who were the same size as each other). How odd.
Hopefully I’ll get some of those pics. Jonathon said the animals loved him so much due to his man smell.
I’m SO excited! We were invited to see the miniature horses on August 22nd for a Hawaiian themed part (free! lol I like that price). There’s also special needs baseball that starts up in February and goes through June- two days a week that I can’t wait to take him to (I hate sports, but I love my boy). There’s also a special needs camp from a Christian something or other. I’m not sure how much of it he’d be able to go to due to his high needs- but any amount would be great! (I also need to check the prices, it looked expensive, but it gives me a year to figure it out… they have them during the holidays which I’ll be working again by then and he’ll be getting his own income. It shouldn’t cost too much plus his insurance by then might assist… or a program because he’ll qualify for assistance). Regardless… he’s stoked. They had archery and said the fishing/water stuff, crafts… EVERYTHING had special wheelchair access.
There was one thing that caught me off guard at the picnic… apparently I was perhaps the only biological parent. It kind of upset me. Granted I highly doubt that it’s this way through out the community- but people automatically assumed I worked at care home because for one… as usual… I look ten years or more younger than I am and second… It was as if you were a bio parent… they look at you like you’re the last unicorn.
Jonathon had a blast though! 
He was greeted by a girl would take the swim bus with him, he got to be surrounded by animals he LOVES, he had a hot dog which apparently he was THANKFUL for because I guess the Boca burger the other night with olive oil wedged red potatoes wasn’t the junk food he yearned for… :-\ and he got a ton of little prizes for the games he played. His favorite (which is going to come in handy) is a Spider-Man head/water gun. One of the games they had was KENO, and although he didn’t win- I did… lol so I picked the only Spider-Man awesome toy I could find! AND with the triple digits coming this week (probably no internet until evening… unless I can find a way to use it without being an inferno…)
I’m SO excited! Things for the boy to do!!! Hopefully there will be more kids who are quadriplegic that he can relate to, and if not… as long as they accept and embrace him… I’ll be happy. I guess even if they don’t… lol who cares- he rocks.
Okay… time to step away from the heat source…
Photos: Jonathon and the Gentle Giants- and the sunflower he got me for Mother’s Day that finally bloomed (from a seed)
Current Mood:
Loved
While I admit that “baggage” can be undesirable from a convenience standpoint, the characteristics of the person carrying that baggage are far more important. In your case, the “baggage” has caused you to undergo hard tests, and because of the way you have responded to those tests I know that you are a very fine person indeed. I know that you had ways to escape, but you did not take them. If I didn’t already know it, I could infer from your observations at the picnic that lesser people can’t even be bothered to be tested at all. They fail without even trying very hard. Sure, it means that they have no baggage … because they abandoned it. Are they more desirable because of that? In a superficial way, yes. It’s easier to schedule dates with them, and such-like. But you don’t have to get too far beneath the skin to see the rot.
And don’t even get me started on your silly — yes, I said silly — assertions that you are somehow unattractive in a physical sense. Silly, silly, silly, silly.
Frankly, I can’t begin to grasp why they (men) aren’t lined up outside your door, fighting each other to get in. It must be your atheistic no-leeway call-them-as-you-see-them hatred-of-M-Night-Shyamalan attitudes. Even taking that into account, it’s a mystery to me. The best I can figure is that they actually are out there, but that you just can’t see them for some reason.
LOL thanks- Wouldn’t it be weird if I had some condition where people REALLY are there but I don’t see them?
My silly female brain likes to show up now and then
it annoys me!!
If you had a male brain, then we wouldn’t all love you as we do, now would we? Male brain … ick!
I think that there are some conditions such as stroke that might be able to cause that symptom. I hereby dub it Male Invisibility Syndrome (IMS). “Oh, she has IMS. That explains why she never returns my phone calls.”
I must have meant Invisible Male Syndrome.