Archive | December, 2012
5 Dec

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My friend is a nanny and in all her 15 years of nannying, she has experienced all kinds of behaviour. However she has never experieneced a child with aspergers, until recently. A little girl no more than 3 presents the biggest challenge yet for my friend. She just doesn’t know how to reason with her.

The poor mother relies on my friend to give her one day a week respite and one Saturday a month. Grandmother pays for my friend to look after the little girl and her younger brother who does not have aspergers. The biggest challenge with this little girl is that she goes up to other children and hurts them in some way either pushing them, hitting them, tweaking their nose etc. My friend tries to explain to the girl why it is wrong to do that to other children but she doesn’t listen. I have watched…

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I’m back baby!

5 Dec
English: Spaghetti and Meatballs

English: Spaghetti and Meatballs (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve seen this before and I swore that I wouldnt do it but I am.  I am saying that I haven’t written in a really long time. Well… I haven’t.  I’ve been busy. (they all say that, I know)  But I’m not much of a writer ansd life gets in the way but I’m back baby!  I bet no one will read this anyhow but I feel the need to so what the hell.

It’s not like anyone will see this anyway. My friends tell me this blogging thing is stupid. I don’t think so. I just think I need to work on it more so here I am working on it.

Ok. so if anyone is reading this or really cares. I want to say that I will try to write more.

My friend Amy said to be a blogger I need to be an expert at something. I tried the style thing. I’m no expert. I cna bearly get to work with my hair and makeup done right. I’m a mess. i know it. I am one of those people in the store at midnight in my PJ bottoms to get some beer. and chocolate. I love chocolate, who doesn’t. Am I right?

So I’m not a style person and I’m not very good with guys, I mean , Men. OR should I say, they are not good with me. I always pick the rotton ones. they look good but they treat me bad. Old story, you’ve heard it before.

So what do I know? I know how to cook pretty good. I can make a mean spaghetti and meatballs ( my Mom is Italian and taught me) I can make alot of stuff.  I could write about food but I don’t know?

What do you think?  LOL  I know I’m alone here. i will think it out and be back. I could write about guys being a f-ing jerk to me.  They try to twilight me, all sweet and nice and then, before you know it, they have me and then it’s baby, I need some cash. I’ve had it. Where are all the nice guys?

I’ll sign off now. I need my beauty sleep…

Eva ♥