Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Week Five

I just can't seem to keep up on my 365 Album project. I never realized how hard it would be to keep this blog up to date by posting the pictures or how difficult it would be to take one picture every day. Taking pictures is something that I love to do, but there are just some days that I couldn't care less about. Maybe it's because I don't have a very exciting life. Whatever the case may be, I can honestly say that it pains me to post some of these pictures. I am my worst critic, so to share the pictures that I absolutely hate is hard for me to do. Especially when the only picture I happen to have for a day is one that I've taken with my cell phone. It just doesn't take quality pictures. Anyway, here are my pictures from week 5.

Day 29: Joey's newest tattoo. He was inspired to get this after we saw Lacrae in concert. This is his logo and the 1 1 Six is his clique named so after Bible verse Romans 1:16.

Day 30: Hayden sporting his Nyan cat t-shirt. If you don't know what Nyan cat is, you can look it up on YouTube. Fair warning though, it is annoying.

Day 31: Hayden and I went for a walk this evening since we weren't having typical January weather. I still long to see leaves on the trees again.

Day 32: February 1st and the weather is surprisingly mild. I enjoy looking up at the sky and marveling at God's handiwork.

Day 33: Again, I find the sky to be a suitable subject for my photo. The bright blue sky brushed with the alabaster clouds is soothing to gaze at.

Day 34: My 33rd birthday! Joey took me to downtown Indy to enjoy the hoopla at the Super Bowl Village. For the first time since I can remember, the weather on my birthday was wonderful! Behind us are the large Roman Numerals for Super Bowl 46, Indianapolis' first Super Bowl.

Day 35: The card my beloved gave me for my birthday. Even though I told him that I wanted nothing for my birthday, he just couldn't resist. He always does more than he should for me. I am so lucky!


Sunday, February 26, 2012

Answers

I will apologize in advance for the length of this blog. The rough draft in my head is lengthy and there really is no way to tell this story properly by keeping it short and sweet. I beg you though, don't let this deter you from reading. I want nothing more than for people to understand this part of our family's life.

I guess the best place for me to begin this story is by taking you back to November of 2011. Our youngest son was dropped off at school that morning and seemed to be in a delightful mood. More so than most 8th grade boys are at that time of day. Imagine our surprise when later in the day we receive a call from the school saying that our son was in the office for saying something to the effect of, "I just want to blow up this school." Naturally, my heart sank. I wanted more information because the information we were given at the time was vague. Joey and I immediately go to the school to get more answers.

This is where I have to interrupt the story and tell you that neither my husband nor I are very fond of the principal at this school. She has been rude to us in the past and is, in my opinion, less than understanding. I am not naive enough to think that either of our sons are angels. They mess up sometimes and say things that most kids say. Cullen had an incident a year prior where he let his mouth get him in trouble with the school. Aside from that, he is a very good kid. He doesn't pick fights, he doesn't bully others and he's almost always a very kind-hearted child. However, he has always had a problem with 'holding his tongue' when he gets upset. All reason and repercussion flies out the window and he says exactly what is on his mind.

Back to the story at hand. Apparently Cullen, being the over-achiever that he is, was reading a book for his next class while he should have been paying attention in science. Naturally, he missed something that the teacher had said and asked her for help on what the class was doing together. I don't know if the teacher was rude with her response, but I do know my child and she must have said something that 'set him off', so to speak. In typical Cullen fashion, he sighed/growled because she refused to help him. Again, I'm not defending him and I understand that his reaction was wrong. However, I did work with children for over 14 years and I know that the best way to handle this negative reaction would have been to ignore it. Unfortunately, this response warranted a trip to the principal's office.

What we were told is that as Cullen and said teacher were walking to the office, he mumbled to himself that he would like to blow up the school. Again, I don't condone this at all and I know most people would never think to say this with an authority figure within earshot. But I do know that Cullen, like many of us, says things out of anger and frustration that he doesn't mean. He always has. Keep in mind that he doesn't get like this often. He is usually very happy. However, he has been known to have these social melt-downs when something just doesn't go his way.

We never did get to speak to his science teacher to find out her side of the story. As we entered the office at the school, Cullen sat there in tears. Obviously he knew that he had messed up and was starting to regret what he had said and done. The principal, on the other hand, was on a power trip and our son just become Undesirable No. 1 in her book. The end result: expulsion. We ended up having a hearing at the administration building where we fought to get our son back in school. He is and always has been a great student...honor roll, advanced classes, good attendance, etc. The end result of that hearing: indefinite expulsion.


For the sake of the length of this blog, I won't go into all of the details of that hearing. If you want to know, ask and I will explain further. Basically, they decided that Cullen could not return to school until he had completed an anger management course by a certified psychologist or counselor. If that was done, he might be able to return to school for the third trimester (which starts tomorrow, by the way).

We were ticked off. We know our child and I know without a doubt that our child would NEVER blow up that school, nor would he even know how to go about doing such a thing! He has never done anything even the least bit violent in his life! When his brother would pick on him when they were younger, we would give Cullen the opportunity to give his brother one good punch (in front of us) to settle the score. But he never would. Instead, Cullen's eyes would fill with tears and he'd say that he couldn't. We would ask him why and he would tell us in a small voice, "Because I don't want to hurt him."

We were faced with a problem because of this ruling. Due to our insurance, we had to go through our doctor to get a referral to seek anger management. The problem was that we were between doctors at this point and the doctor covered by the insurance wasn't accepting new patients until after the first of the year. Thus the waiting game started. We weren't able to get him in to see the doctor until February 2. I will say that the light at the tunnel was starting to come into view at this point. Our situation was explained to the doctor, so she spent some time with Cullen, talking to him and observing him. And just like that she says, "He has Asperger's." Apparently she has a son with Asperger's Syndrome and she said that she can spot it a mile away and Cullen fit the traits and tendencies.

The doctor directed us to go to Centerstone which is a center for behavioral health. We met with a lady who did a more thorough evaluation of Cullen. It wasn't long before she said that she had no doubts that he had Asperger's. She proceeded to tell us that she has a twin brother with Asperger's and that she is positive that Cullen will be officially diagnosed with it as well. More testing and meetings with certified counselors and therapists is required, but I feel that we finally have the answer to many questions we have had over the years. After doing research on Asperger's Syndrome, I'm shocked at myself for not discovering this years ago. It is so blatantly obvious now. How could I not have known?

There is so much more I could write here, but I will wrap this up by telling you that we did go to the administration building again with this new information. Needless to say, they were more than willing to try and get Cullen back into school after learning about this turn of events. He has already missed a full trimester of his 8th grade year. I feel that they have cheated this bright mind out of the education he deserves.

I'm sure some of you are wondering how this has anything to do with the reason why he was expelled. I will do another blog about Asperger's Syndrome soon, but until then, there is tons of information on the internet about it. It is part of the Autistic spectrum and each person exhibits different traits. When I blog about it, I will describe which traits our son has. Until then, I want the world to know that we will never stop fighting for our son! He is not a bad kid, he is just misunderstood.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Week Four

Still playing catch up on my 365 album posts. Week 4 of 2012 was a bit more exciting than the previous weeks had been. I actually got to get out of the house and DO things! I had a follow-up appointment with my ob-gyn regarding my procedure. That was just a blah event until I discovered an Indiana legend was also sitting in the waiting area (the pic will explain further). I also went to Martinsville's Relay For Life Kick-Off event at the high school. And Saturday was the ultimate day for me! Joey and I went to Indy for the Rock & Worship Roadshow! We saw several of our favorite Christian artists in concert at Banker's Life Fieldhouse (it's still Conseco to me, but whatever). Enjoy the photos!

Day 22:  This is Precious enjoying the comforts of my fuzzy blankets.

Day 23:  Here is our shorkie, Punkin begging to get up on our bed. She's not allowed up there, but this face was photo worthy. On second thought, maybe she was trying to snatch my iPhone.

Day 24:  This day was fairly uneventful so I snapped a quick picture of the bare trees when I took the dogs out to potty. I can't tell you how ready I am to see leaves on the trees again.

Day 25:  This is Indiana legend, George Taliaferro! College Football Hall Fame inductee and the first African-American drafted by the NFL. I suggest looking him up on Wikipedia. He was such a nice man and fun to talk to. He even took my address so he could send my husband an autograph! We received it in the mail two days later. : )

Day 26:  I made this shirt to wear to the Rock & Worship Roadshow. Jesus Musik is a song by Lacrae, the artist we were most excited to see. I recommend checking his stuff out on YouTube if you don't know him. He's awesome!

Day 27: While enjoying the Relay For Life kick-off, I was 'volun-told' by my friend Wendy and Amanda to join the committee. It's all good though because I love Relay and fighting cancer! Here I am sporting my committee shirt.

Day 28:  The Rock & Worship Roadshow!!! I took a few hundred pictures this night and couldn't decide which one I wanted to use, so I let my Sweetie pick for me. Naturally, he picked a picture of Lacrae. This one was taken while he was singing I Can Play The Background. Other artists there were MercyMe, Hawk Nelson, Disciple, Sidewalk Prophets and Tenth Avenue North.

If you want to see some of my other photos from the Rock & Worship Roadshow, check out my album on my Facebook profile (if you're on my friends list).

My Thoughts on Valentine's Day

I was sitting here earlier thinking about Valentine's Day. Personally, I think it is one of the dumbest holidays ever! And I use the term holiday very loosely here. Love is something you should express every single day and it shouldn't require thought. And I'm going to scold all of you ladies out there who expect your husband or boyfriend to go out of his way and do something special for you. Love is a two way street. If you expect that out of your other half, then you better damn well be willing to go out of your way to do the same. Love isn't found in gifts. They may be given with love, but they aren't love. There is a difference. If I had a dollar for every woman I have heard whine and complain because she didn't get diamonds, flowers or whatever costly thing she expected to receive, then I'd be in a better place financially.

You know what you should expect from your man? Time. That's it. Simply time. Because at the end of this freak show we call life, you aren't taking any of those material things with you. And the most important thing you are going to leave behind is memories of yourself. Where do memories come from? Time. Time spent with the ones you love. And nothing special has to happen during that time either. I don't care if you are sitting in a barren room with just you and the love of your life, surrounded in glorious silence. One thing is still happening and that is the passing of time.


Time is something you will never get back. There are always more flowers, candy, jewelry, etc., but time is priceless. When you are lying on your deathbed, I'm pretty sure that your final thoughts aren't going to be, "Gee, I wish I had gotten more diamonds in my life," or "If only he had taken me to an expensive restaurant instead of the drive-thru." If those are your final thoughts, shame on you and may God have mercy on your soul. I know that no matter when my time comes, all I'm going to be thinking is, "I wish I had more time to spend with everyone I love."

Thinking back on the loved ones that I have lost, the memories I hold most dear aren't the ones where they bought me things. It's the little things that they did or said. It's a scent, a sound, a song. The things that are unique to each person. 

My husband has told me several times that he's thankful that I'm not a typical woman. Honestly, I'm just as thankful as he is. I think my life would be full of disappointment if I based my happiness on material things and shallow expectations. If my husband chooses to buy me things (expensive or not), then that is just a bonus to me. Just knowing that he chooses to share his time, thoughts and love with me is so much more fulfilling. We can sit in the same room for hours and not say a word to one another and know that we are still connected. Our love is louder than the silence.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Week Three

I have really gotten behind on posting my photos from my 365 day photo album. This seemed like an easy endeavor when I decided to do it. Turns out...it's not that easy after all. Some days I don't even remember that I need a picture until I am getting ready for bed. That frustrates me to no end. Honestly, what is photo worthy that late at night? As you'll be able to tell from the following photos, some days I just don't have the motivation to get a good photo. Other days, all I have is a random picture that I've taken with my iPhone. Those are the ones that really lack decent quality. Anyway, here is what I have for week 3 of 2012.

Day 15: This is one of those where it was late and I forgot to take a picture earlier in the day. I was staring at this candle that I had burning and noticed this wax bubble. I thought it looked photo worthy.

Day 16:  While shopping at Walmart with my dad (a task that I don't usually look forward to), I noticed he had wandered off. I found him playing with the Wii that is on display. Keep in mind, my dad hasn't touched a video game in his life. This was taken with my iPhone.

Day 17:  Another end of the day photo. I was lying in bed and realized I hadn't taken a picture for the day. So I grabbed my phone and took this pic. I love The Big Bang Theory and watch it as often as I can!

Day 18:  I took this screenshot with my phone. This was the day that many websites went black in protest of SOPA. This is obviously Google making their statement.

Day 19:  These are the results of my 1st mammogram. My doctor insisted that I have one early because of Mom's diagnoses with breast cancer. Needless to say, I was a nervous wreck. Overall, the procedure wasn't that bad. It was most uncomfortable for me to be topless in front of a complete stranger. LOL!

Day 20: This is a picture of the ice and sleet we had this night. The roads got terribly slick in no time! Joey ended up staying at work all night rather than risking the drive home.

Day 21:  The next day there was a nice layer of ice on everything. I spotted this little icicle "chilling out" on the light along our sidewalk. 


So week three wasn't the best photo week for me, but it's better than nothing. Maybe I'll also learn to start posting these photos in a more timely manner rather than waiting a few weeks after I take them. I'm not very optimistic though. Procrastination is my middle name.