So here's something new

An update for all -
New numbers were released last week that indicate the prevalency of autism has increased and is now present in 1 in 88 children.
Boys are 5 times more likely than girls to be diagnosed with autism.
And what's happening in California? The state is demanding that those with insurance receive services through their providers and those with MediCal are going to stick with the county systems. It's because they're broke, and this sucks - it means a decline in the quality of services due to shifts in providers and it means that I have to stop seeing kids I have been with for years because I'm not licensed. I have a master's damn it!
Well poo...

Thank you for being a friend...

If I haven't touched upon this yet, my dad is in love with The Golden Girls. Every week night when I am working on reports, data sheets, cheer routines, whatever, I turn on Golden Girls after The Daily Show finishes and if there are no repeats of ridiculous Housewives episodes on Bravo!. My father, puttering about the kitchen behind me, immediately picks up on this, hums the theme song, and (repetitively) expresses his sadness that all but one of the ladies is dead; "Such a shame" he says, as he commiserates with Lucy my cat.

Tonight, I was taking a different route, and found Friends on Nick at Night, a reality I cannot accept, as I Love Lucy, The Wonder Years, and I Dream of Jeannie were my Nick at Night shows. Friends? Really? That's like 6 years old. Give me a break; but I digress. So, as I'm watching Joey seduce his new roommate, Dad says, "I didn't expect to be up this late, but since I am I think we should turn on The Golden Girls, unless you're watching something particularly special. It's always an interesting show."

My response, "By all means Dad." I can't deny him his Betty White time. That's just cruel.

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Listening to my dad try to surmise the plot of "Employee of the Month" (yes, the Dane Cook movie with Jessica Simpson) without assisting him is a delight.

"Well that guy looks evil...oh and he does not like that gold stars are not going on his chart. Oh and it does look like Costco. This looks very interesting."

Have fun Dad! Night!

For me

While I feel it is incredibly tacky to post comments on Facebook about deaths, because all people can do is "Like" them with that damn thumb's up, I felt compelled to write something about Nana. She has been gone for a year now, and a lot of people loved her, probably everyone reading this right now. So for her and for me, here's a little something.

My Nana was the love of my life. I was the apple of her eye, though that's not a British metaphor so she probably wouldn't like it. I had her unconditional love and she had mine. She was my ally in this family, and she's left me to fight on alone. But she lived 94 beautiful, blessed years in this world, and was the light of 24 of mine. I think of her every day and wish that I could have said goodbye. To you, Nana, I love you more than anything. Forgive me for writing this on a blog, something you never heard of.

Oh so awkward

I flashed by the Charlie Sheen Roast tonight... Dad walked by... right when the hooker/crack/obviously offensive Sheen-esque joke was popping out. He just looked at me and walked away. I can't blame him.

Native American Corgi

My little corgi Darcie is a bit of a chunk, like most corgis. My dad refuses to believe that she is typical size and makes frequent comments about her weight - TO HER FACE! How dare he.

Here's the most recent quote:

"If there was an Indian name for Darcie it would be "Ten Pork Chops".

Failed Dad, you failed.

Okay, lately my evening routine consists of putting on pajamas (or 'jammers' to some), eating cheese and crackers, working and getting complaints from parents I work with and work hard for (urgh!), and watching the Daily Show.

Enter Dad.

This little fellow popped up with Jon Stewart as none other than "the cat who looks like Hitler"; My dad saw him up on the screen and said, "Wow! That is a very special pussy cat. Very big ears!"

How could he have missed the point farther? Really, how?