It is time for my favorite day of the week, FRIDAY! And better yet, let’s finish a sentence. This week’s starter…

If I were stuck on an island, I would like to have….the perfect body. I know, very conceited, right? But think about it if you are going to be stuck here:

Google images, of course

Then the last think I would want to look at would be my cellulite, wrinkles, freckles, grey hair and well…fat. Even my own. Talk about body issues. But seriously, if you were stuck on an island wouldn’t you rather look something like this:

Doesn’t this look peaceful? Thanks to Google images

Or better yet, like this!

See those abs! Google images

By the way, the starter did NOT say you were on a deserted island. So there would definitely be drinks!  But my island would not have any of this!

Google Images

Oh and just because I find it funny. If you Google annoying people on beach you get a gazillion photos of Snooki. Seriously, try it out!! Then come back and visit the links below and tell me what you would like on your island!


What about you, what would you like to have with you if you were stuck on an island? Be sure to link up at:

I wrote before on how to tell if you are a ‘mom‘. But when you have a child with a disability or special needs being a mom is slightly, well, different. For example…

We know intimate details of our child’s therapists lives (weddings, fights with the husband, why they hate the color pink or why the mother-in-law isn’t allowed to visit).

When we wake up on a Monday morning and realize it is an Early Intervention day we can stuff our closets clean our house in 3.9 seconds.

We are on a first-name basis with our insurance company representative.

We know that when we are told that the doctor is with another patient, he is really reading the cliff notes version of our child’s medical record. It may take up to an hour.

We know when the ‘good’ time is to visit the ER.

We know that when another parent says “I don’t know how you do it” they really mean “Thank God that’s not me”. More importantly, we are okay with you thinking that because at one time we thought the same thing.

We don’t panic over a temperature, but we have our pediatrician’s cell phone number on speed dial. You know, just in case.

We look forward to our child’s PT/OT/SPT therapy because we have to leave the house.

We know what PT/OT/SPT/IEP stand for.

When our pediatrician tells us he is going on vacation we think that since our visits probably paid for his retirement, his children’s college education and his wife’s new jewelry we probably should be invited to the family ski house.

We also think that our child’s visits just paid for the new wing at the Rehab center.

What about you, how are you different as a ‘special’ mom?



And if you haven’t had a chance, would you take a moment to visit Babble and “like” my nomination for Best of the Blogs? It is super simple. Just visit the page and click: like on Facebook or Tweet or Google+ (G+ can be multiple times, Facebook just once per person dang it!)

http://www.babble.com/mom/a-letter-to-new-special-moms/

I am really disturbed. Ellen from Love that Max wrote a wonderful article about a beautiful boy (and another girl) whose photos were pirated off the internet and used in a derogatory manner. I am not going to post the photos here. But the people who use anyones photo in a disgusting manner deserves the 7th level of Hell.

I am disgusted, quite frankly. And scared.

I put pictures of my girls on my Facebook, on my fundraising page for Children’s Hospital. I put them here on this blog and e-mail them to friends.

Now I am second-guessing myself. I started putting text on the photos in an attempt to protect the girls. I use psuedonyms (for everyone one but myself, dummy that I am) to protect everyone I write about. But I am aware that with photo shop anything is possible.

I started blogging as a means of finding a community where I could laugh, learn from and lean on. In recent weeks bloggers that I follow, for my daily dose of comfort, have posted that they may step away, because the people who like to cause trouble have become too much. They have managed to take the joy out of our lives.

So what do we do?

Do we ‘hide’ from the jerks in the world? Do we blog differently? Do we stop putting photos out there for all to see?

If we say no to the above, than how to we fight back? How to we ensure our children’s safety and our sanity?

I’m not sure what the answer to the question should be. But I am also not ready to hide.