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One, my shower is leaking into the girl downstairs bathroom again. And they have done nothing. And this new maintenance staff actually fixes things usually. We finally got our washer fixed, I think. My neighbor next door and I are scared to try it and lose money in it...

I still wanta put Mickey Mouse ears on Todds picture..... I KNOW Im bad, I should be ashamed of

myself. How about a crown? "KING TODD", after all he's ruler over this site lol.

We asked our health insurance company for a letter that said they did not provide diapers or "incontinece products" for our son.  They sent us that letter.  And they also sent us this almost identical letter which arrived on the same day:

Dear Member:

Thank you for your inquiry. 

Benefits for this condition:  Austism

are not covered  under your health coverage.  Please refer to your Benefit Agreement for the specific exclusions.

Had a playdate at a new play structure indoor playground that costs $9 per kid (sibling discounts though) but I had a free pass. Wyatt really liked the play structure, but then one of my friend's kids somehow wangled a balloon and then Wyatt had a meltdown because he wanted a balloon. It took a long time to calm him down. The play structure owners didn't want to give Wyatt a balloon because the policy is that you get a balloon or prize when you leave. My friend's kid took his balloon all through the play structure and no one said anything. But then Wyatt took his balloons in and the owners were all upset about it and said it was dangerous and I had to get him out of there. Then they gave me trouble when Wyatt went in the toddler section even though he wasn't bothering anyone.  And of course they had a water dispenser and Wyatt used up all of their paper cups and had water dripping all over the cement floor.  Lovely!  At least he didn't grab any of the packages of cookies and chips that were right there on the counter within kids' reaches.

I took my girls to Playworks today. It takes about 25-30 minutes to get there and sometimes longer to get home depending on the time of day. Well, today we were driving home during rush hour and I was almost to the second freeway we take to get home when I asked my daughter where her stuffed animals were. She said "Playworks" and burst into tears. Why did I have to screw up and go and ask her about them? Well, I'm glad I did because I was able to pull over and call the place and ask them to place them aside for her, which they gladly did. So now I guess I get to drive back out there tomorrow to get them. Fun Times!

Why is it I want to put a Mickey Mouse hat on your picture mmm?

I just think you'd look so cute with Mickeys ears lol =)

http://www.classmates.com/profile/user/view?registrationId=8687968190

My classmates profile. Cindy Kunz (my maiden name) Verdugo Hills High

in Tujunga (the most photographed school EVER) alot of movies and commercials

are filmed at Verdugo. Class of 1979.

Last week my best buddy from my college days came down from Oregon to visit me.  She showed off her 5 month-old baby boy, her first baby.  Although she also has a delightful stepson who is in middle school.   Anyway, she is in baby mode, a totally adoring mommy.  She was making a list of pros and cons for having another baby.

It shocked me how different our lists were, with her leaning toward having another baby and me having decided, "NO, definitely NOT."  My list pretty much consisted of fear of having another special needs child.  I feel that one is almost more than we can handle.  My friend's list was all "Pro-I want another baby, Con-lotta people in the world already, Pro-Got  some baby gear already, Con-Pregnancy sucks."  Her list seemed so happy, so naive, so carefree.  I wish I could feel that way again.

Today I had two friends and their kids over for pool time, but at two different time sots in the day due to scheduling conflicts.  We've been meaning to have a "pool party" for forever but it just never happened.  We thought that was sort of sad, me and my two buds that I've known for years and years.

It is a bit of work to get the towels, swimsuits (cozzies to you, Perz), shoes, sunscreen, toys, totes, and changes of clothing together.  Then, there is anxiety at the pool ("No!  I don't want to go in!), plus the need for safety vigilance ("DO NOT THROW THAT CHAIR INTO THE POOL!") and constant positive attention ("Great kicking!  That's fantastic splashing!").  And then, getting three children prepped to leave the pool with one skinny one shivering from near hypothermia, one chunky one throwing a tantrum and refusing to leave, and the third one dawdling at the showers and asking 100 distracting questions ("Who owns the pool?  Does she own the pool?  Does he own the pool?  Can I walk on the pool cover?  Can I touch the pool cover with my toe?  Can I go back in the spa?  Why is he rolling around on the cement?")