I’ve always loved memes – from the time they were passed around in middle school notebooks to the recent reincarnation in the blogosphere. I also adore Sarah Jessica Parker. A few month ago I watched a video interview she did with Vogue, “73 questions with SJP.” It was fun and it gave me an idea for a blog. I transcribed all the questioned and saved them for another day. That day has come! I’ve been working on an essay all week for a class I’m taking and my brain is fried. I failed to hook up with Mama Kat this week and aside from a guest post at the Family Legacy Center, it’s been quiet here at The Latchkey Mom. So if you’ll indulge me, I will pretend I am Miss Sarah Jessica Parker and answer Vogue’s questions:
1) As you’re reading this, I’ll have already left on our 30 day road trip, which is at the top of my list of things I’m looking forward to this summer, but I will not go on and on about that, since I’ve already done so over the last few weeks – ha, ha. Continue reading The Joys of Summer
Hello friends, I have to confess that I’ve been struggling with my project. It’s very hard to come up with something new EVERY SINGLE DAY – and expensive! But I’m not a quitter, so I will soldier on, but you’ll have to forgive me if some of my firsts are snore-worthy. If you’re not having fun reading about one, you can be assured that I probably didn’t have fun doing it. Also, I’m making a slight amendment (hey, it’s my project – I can manage it as goJ). If a first happens to me, through no effort on my part, I’m still claiming it! Plus, I haven’t heard many suggestions from my peanut gallery…hint, hint.
When my special needs son was in kindergarten, I learned that his autism class would be participating in the Special Olympics. I’m going to be blunt – that freaked me out big time. I was still coming to terms with the fact that he hadn’t made it to the “mainstream” by kindergarten, which at the time was the end-all-be-all in our world. We were convinced that if we did all the work and therapy humanly possible during the preschool years, he’d be ready for school. I never really considered an alternative route, but there he was, in a self-contained special education classroom. I was still processing my denial, so the timing wasn’t great for someone to suggest that he compete in the Special Olympics. Yeah, I wasn’t happy. Continue reading The Sweet Olympics