Not Quite Ready For Primetime

I’ve spent the past two days working 12 hour shifts at the hospital for my last quarter of nursing school, and in that time I’ve been reminded that my interests aren’t exactly the same as the average public. Take this exchange at the nurse station:

A nurse: So, do you work while going to school?

Me: Well, kinda. I work from home as a blogger.

All the nurses around me: *blank stares*

Another nurse: What’s that?

Me: Um, you know…writing about your life or a specific topic on the internet? Creating communities around shared interests?

All the nurses around me: Oh, uh, OK…don’t know what you’re talking about…mumble mumble…Hey, there’s a hockey game tonight, right?

I keep forgetting that not everyone likes to blog and share parts of their lives online. In fact, the average public may know about blogs, but I’m still on the geek edge of society.

I’ll admit to having some pretty varied interests that some might call strange. Some things you may or may not know about me:

– I’m an internet geek, but I’ve been known to dress up in medieval clothing. At one point I decorated my living room with tapestries and swords on the wall.

– I still like cartoons as well as sci-fi TV shows, and I love video games when I get the chance to play them. (You should have heard me squeal with glee when I got my new Nintendo DSi.)

– I can’t cook and I’m a lousy housekeeper, but I can knit and sew. So I guess I’m domestic in an upper class Victorian kinda way.

– I dislike soaps, but you can bet I watched the reality game show Who Wants To Be A Superhero? I also love Jeopardy.

– I was in a sorority in college (go AEPhi!) but we were probably the most unpopular sorority on campus. We were the Omega Mu’s of the real world. Our common phrase? “I never thought I’d join a sorority…”

– I’ve never been what you’d call “popular”. At the same time, in those few fleeting moments of my life when I was at my closest to being popular, I can tell you I found it boring. To be popular felt so bland and vanilla – I didn’t like trying to hide my weirder quirks to please everyone.

I know I’m not alone here, so let your weird flag fly – what are your quirks or odd interests?



Devilishly Good Deviled Eggs

Now that Easter and Passover are finished, I’ve still got a dozen eggs sitting in my fridge waiting for some use. If you saw the dinner I attempted to cook tonight, you’d know that I’m a failure when it comes to turning ingredients into any kind of edible food.

I do love eggs, though, and over a year ago I found a microwave egg cooker that gives me perfect hard boiled eggs. (As I’ve said in the past – if I can microwave it, I will.) But hard boiled eggs can get boring. What I really need to learn is how to make deviled eggs.

There are a thousand recipes for deviled eggs out there. Some use mustard, some mayo – I’ve even seen one with curry. But my favorite deviled eggs are those made by my grandmother.

My grandmother got her recipe from her mother, who probably got it from her mother. It’s one of the most simple deviled egg recipes – my grandmother grew up during the Great Depression, learning to cook with limited resources and supplies. Telling my grandmother that others use mustard or mayo in their deviled eggs will earn you a look of scorn from her as she replies, “What do you need all of that for in your eggs?”

Here it is:

Ingredients –
Hard boiled eggs
Salt
Pepper
Apple-cider vinegar
Sugar

Directions –
Cut eggs lengthwise and scoop out the yolks. Add some salt & pepper and mash the yolks. Then add equal parts apple-cider vinegar and sugar until the mixture reaches the desired consistency. Scoop the yolk mixture back into the eggs and chill.

That’s it – easy, right? Of course, she has no specific measurements of how much to add of each ingredient, which is why I will never attempt to make them myself. Equal parts means nothing to me, but I’m sure many people could figure it out. These are the best deviled eggs – a little sweet, a little sour, with the full flavor of the egg coming through.

So while I’ll never make them, I’m happy to stuff myself full whenever my grandmother brings a tray to our house. And seeing how we have some eggs to get rid of right now, I might beg her to make some more for me when she visits this week…

What do you do with your leftover eggs from Easter? Parent Bloggers and the American Egg Board want to know your best egg ideas in this week’s blog blast.



Haiku Friday: Garlic Quandary

Haiku Friday
Now that I’m cutting
back on sugar and fat, I
need food with flavor

My flavor of choice
is garlic – stinky, of course,
but oh so yummy!

In a moment of
delirium, I bought garlic
bulbs at the grocery

I can’t cook. So I’ll
ask you: any good garlic
recipes to share?

I’m not sure what possessed me to buy two bulbs of garlic at the store the other day, but now they’re sitting in my kitchen, waiting for a use. I’ve always loved foods heavy on garlic, especially Italian dishes. Yes, I also keep a large supply of mints with me at all times, too. I’m considerate like that.

Seeing how I required a Google search to learn how to even peel garlic, it’s no surprise that I don’t know what to do with it.

Anyone have any good recipes that feature garlic?

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Is It Monday Yet?

It’s Cordy’s spring break this week. And I’m amazed we’ve all survived this long.

I never thought I’d look forward to a Monday as much as I do right now.

Thank goodness the sun is shining today. After three days of rain, I was nearly ready to suit the kids up in raincoats and send them out into the cold rain and mud just for a minute or two of peace. Muddy footprints in the carpet and caked on mud in clothing would be a small price to pay for sanity.

With Cordy’s routine being so off at the moment, we’re dealing with a lot of attitude, shrieking, and inappropriate behavior. Our only solution so far is to give her more chores to do. She thinks putting cans into the recycling bin and sweeping the floor are exciting, and it gives her a repetitive activity that calms her down and forces more order into her day.

I think today we’ll have her “pick flowers” in the backyard. Those dandelions are a pain to me, but she’ll think she’s making a bouquet.



She Doesn’t Seem Like She Has Autism

While some may see Cordy at her worst – in a full-out, thrashing, crying meltdown – most now see her in her friendly, happy state: a hyper, smiling four year old, bounding around as if the world was hers alone. A year and a half of therapies have done an amazing job at calming her sensory sensitivities, helping her with coping skills, and teaching her proper social interaction.

And for those who only see her at her best, I often hear the same refrain: “She doesn’t seem like she has autism.”

I understand that it is often said as a compliment. They are trying to say that in the five or ten minutes they’ve observed her, they haven’t seen any signs of a child with any kind of developmental issues. I agree – Cordy has worked so hard to recognize other kids, even asking them to play sometimes.

But now and then, some people go a little too far in their praise. It generally goes something like this: “How did you find out she has autism? Did you actually get a diagnosis? Are you sure?”

Like I’m making this up or something?

Or this: “Autism is such an over-diagnosed condition. Look at her – she’s fine. What kid doesn’t have tantrums or irrational fears? And some 4 year olds aren’t potty trained yet. Just because she’s not a genius doesn’t mean she has autism.”

Ouch.

The truth is, Cordy doesn’t have a medical diagnosis yet, only an educational “classification”. The difference really doesn’t matter at this age. However, any funding for her therapy ends at 6 years old unless she has a medical diagnosis, and so her case worker has set up an appointment with a group of experts to evaluate Cordy in early May.

Because of what people have said to me, I’ve started to wonder if she will even be given a diagnosis. I mean, I’d love to hear that my child is perfectly typical in every way – forget genius, I’d be thrilled to hear average at this point – even if it meant I looked silly for thinking she had some condition that she doesn’t.

But while people may think Cordy acts “normal” (whatever normal may be), they aren’t around her for more than an hour. They don’t notice that over half of what she says is a phrase she’s heard from TV or other people, and that her responses don’t always match what was said to her. They don’t see our behind-the-scenes work. We do a lot of prep before we leave the house, making sure she knows what to expect ahead of time to prevent any surprises and avoid sensory triggers that could lead to a meltdown. And they don’t see how hard she works in her classroom to retrain her entire thought process.

I asked her teacher if I should expect the evaluation to end without a diagnosis. After all, Cordy is the only kid with developmental issues that I’ve ever had, so maybe I’m seeing something that isn’t there. She is certain Cordy will still be diagnosed on the spectrum. Her case worker agrees.

It does feel ridiculous to actually hope for a diagnosis so that her therapy can continue into her school years. But I want her to have every tool possible for a successful future.

I fully expected to have an oddball child when I became a mom. After all, I was the oddball when I was little – smart and teased mercilessly for it. Gifted I was prepared for. Special-needs I was not prepared for. I was prepared for a battle of wits at every turn. I was not prepared for the patience I’d need to talk with a child who can’t read facial expressions, emotions or social cues.

Earlier today I found an excellent post, Ten Things Every Child With Autism Wishes You Knew, and as I read it, my eyes filled with tears. It reminded me to be patient and not expect perfection from Cordy, because no child fits all of the expectations of parents. Just because she’s different doesn’t mean she can’t shine using the strengths she possesses. And the post is an excellent resource for those who may be a little uncertain or even afraid about finding out their child has autism.

When I am once again told “She doesn’t act like she has autism” (because it will be said again), I’ll be able to smile and reply that autism is only one part of who she is, and her strengths outshine her limitations.

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