tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309575459984831058.post2039709221516484732..comments2024-01-07T14:04:53.127+13:00Comments on Sereia Rides Again!: AdjustingAntoniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15588778386846976735noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309575459984831058.post-7562843570331907842011-01-16T05:35:23.721+13:002011-01-16T05:35:23.721+13:00So instead of just looking at the pictures of the ...So instead of just looking at the pictures of the leecloth in this post, I actually read it. Tears are pouring down my cheeks. I read it out loud to my husband and cried again from the sheer joy of finally reading someone else who had experienced similar life adventures of ours. Thank you!<br /><br />Charlotte on s/v Rebelheart http://rebelheart.squarespace.com/Red Charlottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07531407292641426751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309575459984831058.post-10793611906327025972009-09-15T07:31:59.335+12:002009-09-15T07:31:59.335+12:00OK, the dude posting above me scares me just a wee...OK, the dude posting above me scares me just a wee bit.<br /><br />A in MplsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309575459984831058.post-34781937213725250542009-09-11T08:21:51.516+12:002009-09-11T08:21:51.516+12:00I can tell you want a drink girl ...You ain't ...I can tell you want a drink girl ...You ain't gotta worry no more...You keep my bottles cold, and you pop 'em ...As soon as I walk in the door ...These dudes don't know me from Adam a...That's why they can't mess up my flow ...You feel it from your h...If you know what I'm talki...Let me see you work it out ...You're talking to one o...Just letting you know ... is it really cocky if you know that it's true...If you know what I'm talki...Let me see you work it out ...Walk that body, talk that body ...Walk that body, talk that body ...Walk that body, talk that body ...Walk that body, talk that body ...Now let me see you walk, walk, yeah ...Let me see you walk ...Walk that body, talk that body ...Walk that body, talk that body ...Walk that body, talk that body ...Walk that bodyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309575459984831058.post-34630317068259934702009-09-10T06:10:45.256+12:002009-09-10T06:10:45.256+12:00So... I was talking to a good friend who's son...So... I was talking to a good friend who's son is autistic, and mentioned your last post. Her immediate response was "that doc was full of shit. He's using diagnostic techniques and information that's at least 30 years out of date." We talked about it in some more detail, and I asked her to talk to her doc about the relative differences.<br /><br />The short answer is, New Zealand might as well be Victorian England for diagnosis and treatment of Autism, and really for any developmental issues along that spectrum. It's a wonderful country, beautiful and modern in most aspects, but in this one area they lag behind. The state of the art, best in the world centers for treatment are here in the Pacific Northwest on both sides of the US/Canada border - primarily Seattle, Vancouver, and Portland. The doctors and specialists here form a continuous network with parents and educators, and other specialists from around the world come here to catch up on their work.<br /><br />So, one, don't panic. This isn't cancer. It isn't Downs. It *might* be autism, or it might be aspergers, or it might be a number of things. It might be "correctable", it might not be. Keep doing what you're doing, and seriously consider making a trip to the US for a real diagnosis and work out a treatment plan.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309575459984831058.post-48086932247573945602009-09-09T15:54:40.204+12:002009-09-09T15:54:40.204+12:00Looking at the first photo in you post, I see you ...Looking at the first photo in you post, I see you haven't lost your sense of style despite all issues.<br /><br />Fitty's outfit fits in with the boat colors.<br /><br />Keep up the good work.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309575459984831058.post-73808591352642082112009-09-05T02:46:53.353+12:002009-09-05T02:46:53.353+12:00You're writing rock! Love reading this blog an...You're writing rock! Love reading this blog and can't wait for the book. Hang in there...at least you can have a laugh when things get tough.Positively Orphanedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05870126676153482484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309575459984831058.post-80197345162535663512009-09-05T02:28:41.448+12:002009-09-05T02:28:41.448+12:00LOL! I have to agree with John. Good stuff here....LOL! I have to agree with John. Good stuff here. Fitty-two needs to stop that cause and effect smiling. He's giving that doc (my husband was wondering if he was indeed a vet instead of a ped doc....hence his assessment of no self awareness etc.) a bad name. <br /><br />And no rum??? Never run out of rum.Jodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05790787955193833733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309575459984831058.post-18586852584683580252009-09-05T01:19:24.784+12:002009-09-05T01:19:24.784+12:00When you need a good laugh, slap on your ear prote...When you need a good laugh, slap on your ear protectors and surf to:<br /><br />adult.engrish.com <br /><br />Don't worry, it's not a porn site.<br /><br />George and KerriAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309575459984831058.post-66250438309430351572009-09-04T23:21:59.885+12:002009-09-04T23:21:59.885+12:00I've been reading your blogs from the beginnin...I've been reading your blogs from the beginning. That entry has to go into the Sereia Parthenon of Funny Shit as the best ever (sorry, Manuk). You're quite the word smithy. <br /><br />I have a 5 year old daughter with special needs. A battery of doctors have not been able to conclusively slap a label on her (which might be a good thing), but she definately has issues that we're doing our best to address. Aside from a brief moment of weakness when we transferred her pre-paid college tuition into a pre-paid nail technician/beautician academy, we do our best to have the same wants, desires and expectations of her as we do our other heathens. On some nights, when it's hard to get to sleep worrying about her future, I comfort myself with a fantasy of all of us sitting around the table on the night before her graduation from college and laughing hysterically when we confide to her that we thought she was retarded until she was eight years old. Hopefully the fantasy will be real, but if not, we'll love her just the same. I'll adjust my fantasy to include that she's also dating a rakish and ruggedly handsome med school student who was raised by itenerant hippies on a floating kaleidascope in the South Pacific. It can't hurt. <br /><br />Even before having children, I always liked the end of "Raising Arizona," where H.I. says:<br /><br />"But still I hadn't dreamt nothing about me and Ed until the end. And this was cloudier cause it was years, years away. But I saw an old couple being visited by their children, and all their grandchildren too. The old couple weren't screwed up. And neither were their kids or their grandkids. And I don't know. You tell me. This whole dream, was it wishful thinking? Was I just fleeing reality like I know I'm liable to do? But me and Ed, we can be good too. And it seemed real. It seemed like us and it seemed like, well, our home. If not Arizona, then a land not too far away. Where all parents are strong and wise and capable and all children are happy and beloved. I don't know. Maybe it was Utah."<br /><br />Here's to strong, wise and capable parents and happy and beloved children.<br /><br />Take care,<br />JohnAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com