My Thoughtful Spot

WANT TO HAVE FUN AT A PARTY? PREPARE THIS RECIPE! COMPLETELY EDIBLE, BUT
YOUR FRIENDS MAY NOT THINK SO!

CAKE INGREDIENTS:
1 box spice or German chocolate cake mix
1 box of white cake mix
1 package white sandwich cookies
1 large package vanilla instant pudding mix
A few drops green food coloring
12 small Tootsie Rolls or equivalent

SERVING "DISHES AND UTENSILS"
1 NEW cat-litter box
1 NEW cat-litter box liner
1 NEW pooper scooper

1) Prepare and bake cake mixes, according t o directions, in any size pan.
Prepare pudding and chill. Crumble cookies in small batches in blender or
food processor. Add a few drops of green food coloring to 1 cup of cookie
crumbs. Mix with a fork or shake in a jar. Set aside.

2) When cakes are at room temperature, crumble them into a large bowl. Toss
with half of the remaining cookie crumbs and enough pudding to make the
mixture moist but not soggy. Place liner in litter box and pour in mixture.

3) Unwrap 3 Tootsie Rolls and heat in a microwave until soft and pliable.
Shape the blunt ends into slightly curved point s. Repeat with three more
rolls. Bury the rolls decoratively in the cake mixture. Sprinkle remaining
white cookie crumbs over the mixture, then scatter green crumbs lightly
over top.

4) Heat 5 more Tootsie Rolls until almost melted. Scrape them on top of the
cake and sprinkle with crumbs from the litter box. Heat the remaining
Tootsie Roll until pliable and hang it over the edge of the box. Place box
on a sheet of newspaper and serve with scooper. Enjoy!
"Kitty Litter Cake"

and little boys.

only for grandma was I allowed to take this picture! He's not keen on pictures on GOOD days, and this day... it so does not qualify! He was growling for his picture, I got silly enough to turn it into a sorta smile. Oh what a day.... But he's too cute.

You're in a better place, I've heard a thousand times
And at least a thousand times I've rejoiced for you
But the reason why I'm broken, the reason why I cry
Is how long must I wait to be with you

I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now

Help me Lord cause I don't understand your ways
The reason why I wonder if I'll ever know
But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same
Cause I'm still here so far away from home

I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now

In Christ, there are no goodbye
And in Christ, there is no end
So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have
To see you again
To see you again

And I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow

I've never been more homesick than now

My little sister Gina, my Dad, me.

He's still determined to learn to pedal that thing. I wish it would come, he wants to so badly.

Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday! Not that Friday really makes any difference in my world, the only day that stands out here is Sunday (and wednesday I guess), but it seems like maybe Friday will be a good day? Today has been another day of just keeping ahead of the 8ball. Last week J had a great few days. This week.... He's stuttering more, having more meltdowns, just generally more spectrum like this week than last. I know thats how this disorder is, what you see is what you get each day, for that matter, each hour, but that doesn't make it easier to live with. I'm going to start keeping a food journal for him and see if perhaps there are some food sensativities. Whether it helps or not who knows, but it can't hurt and it might point toward some sort of issue. Such sensativities are not uncommon with autistic kids.

He's moved on from the dominoes on the kitchen table (hey, it must have bought me 15 minutes tonight!) to his 'crago' toys in the living room. (crocodile toys). He loves crocodiles.. I love the way he says it.

Time to get the dishes dried while I stilll have some (sort of quiet) time. The Crago's are eating the wall in the living room from the sounds of it but at least they're not melting down or causing a ruckus with a sibling!! Crocodile siblings.. hmmm... scary. LOL

Hubbie should be home in the next 1-1 1/2 hrs and I'm looking forward to it. He'll take the little crocodile to bed.

Back to work. I just may survive this day afterall. I do, however, wish I had just a little more time to be around online. Oh well. One day.

James (in the orange pants) at Cubbies. Gametime! The fact that I got far enough away from him to snap the picture is impressive. He's doing very well this year at Cubbies.

I was SO happy to my woodpecker back! I love my birds. Suet is out, more food tomorrow! I must remember to buy nyger this week.

Just a shot taken out the kitchen window over the sink.

Good morning, Eeyore," said Pooh.
"Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning, which I doubt," said he.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it."
"Can't all what?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
"Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush."

is.... tonight. One of *those* nights. I'm trying to work it off. I've had my music blaring, and had it quiet. I've tried working, and not working. Reading, not reading. I'm still *here*. So, when I get the kids to bed I am going to bed and watching mindless television. Probably ER. Haven't finished the first season yet. I have a book I'm working on, maybe I'll read a little too. I just know I need to spend some time on ME. Everyone in my family expects me to be there at a moments notice. I don't mind, but sometimes it starts to really wear me down. Tonight, once the little ones are down, is mine. For me. My kingsized bed - all to myself. (hubbie's at work) To recover, heal, rejuvinate. Maybe then I can be all I am again tomorrow. One can hope.

My sister.. you didn't miss the arrival of a tv at our house after you left. No, unless you count the one we BORROWED for hockey nights! Perhaps one came to live at our house before I left, but if so it was in a closet and not brought out for ANY purpose other than HOCKEY.

No worries. You didn't miss out.

You, otoh, brought good things to our house. Like pants to school. Have I ever thanked you for that???? If not.. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!