Thursday, January 26, 2006

What Now, My Love?

Yes, I'm talking to myself. Tomorrow my daughter-in-law flies to Michigan then after a long weekend goes back to Europe. She's relieved that she's getting out of town before the SuperBowl madness begins.
Just turned the channel and saw that Sirens is on; it's one of those movies that I can turn on and watch in the middle. It doesn't really get old. Others like that are To Die For, The Shipping News, and Heavenly Creatures, Kate Winslet's first movie. Interestingly enough, Heavenly Creatures is a true story and the character that Kate Winslet plays grew up to be Anne Perry (a pen name) who writes Victorian murder mysteries. Go figger. And, the other girl, Paul/Yvonne, became the headmistress of a girls' school in New Zealand. Oh, yeah, molding young minds, great job for someone who cold-bloodedly murdered her own mother!
Oh, and if you've never seen it, you've got to watch Psycho II: All American Girl, which has nothing to do with that idiot movie starring Christian Bale and written by Bret Easton Ellis (gag). This show is great, but you have to watch it more than once. I think that I am a cult of one where it is concerned; I can quote dialogue like I used to for Rocky Horror Picture Show (hmmm, maybe I shouldn't go there, but the '70s were so much fun, you guys!!)
My husband and I both have been too busy to talk about Asperger's. Oh, there's a conversation to come!
I hope my daughter-in-law thinks I'm taking care of her cats okay. I love them, but I know that no one could take care of them as well as she could (she brushes their teeth).
Oh, well, it's well past my bedtime or at least what should be my bedtime.



Monday, January 16, 2006

What To Do?

We're going to have to go through an extremely large house and my husband and his sister are going to have to split up the furniture and everything in it. The house is huge and the furniture, much of it, is quite heavy and big. I don't think this is exactly the time to bring up Asperger's to my husband; I usually jump the gun on so many things. But the more I read, the more that I 'm sure that this is the correct diagnosis. We've gone through at least 2 psychiatrists and 3 psychologists and I don't know why none of them have recognized it or brought it up. I think one psychologist came close, but is an hour a week really enough for someone to tell?
The Asperger's thing is depressing me; I'm wondering if my husband really loves me or if I was a convenience (I've wondered this for many years because of his lack of affection). How am I going to know this?

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Worst Movies I've Ever Seen - The David Kim Show

Worst Movies I've Ever Seen - The David Kim Show
I can agree with you except for "Rocky Horror"; hey, you had to be there (and believe me, I was there!) Cluny Grey

Asperger's Syndrome

Hi, All! I need help and information about living with someone with Asperger's Syndrome. I know that my husband has it although he has not yet been formally diagnosed, and I don't know what to do, how or whether to tell him. He is not going to like my telling him this, but I am so sure of it, and it explains a whole lot. I cannot find any groups for spouses, so if you come across my blog and know anything about Asperger's please leave a note with any sources for information you can give me. And if your spouse has Asperger's please share with me what you are doing and how you both are learning to live with this diagnosis.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Colds, Lost Luggage, and General Malaise

I went to for Christmas and spent almost a whole week in bed with the nastiest cold I've ever had. When I finally did get well enough to go out, I alternated between fever and chills so badly that I would soak my clothes with sweat and then literally have them frozen to me when I went outside. I did get to enjoy myself however, good restaurants, good bread, lots of beauty of the type I NEVER see around here in this dismal part of Arkansas. When I finally got ready to leave the airport to go home, one of my huge checked bags was missing. Lovely, huh. Luckily it wasn't the one with my Christmas presents in it, but it still had quite a few valuables. I had to pick it up at the airport in Newark to go through , so I knew it had made it to the U.S. at least. Why you have to pick up your checked bags for about 5 minutes to go through customs is beyond me. Nobody even asked us if we had anything to declare, and since we weren't coming from Brazil or another country with agricultural "cooties" that could have been brought in, it seems to me that we could have skipped the entire ordeal. We caught our connecting flight with barely enough time to spare (although the time before last, I missed it, making the gate just after they had shut the gate door. Talk about awful! Spend the night at the Howard Johnson's Airport hotel in Newark, New Jersey.
So I'm back home and the house if filthy; the (or one of them) has thrown up a couple of places. I swear that they do it deliberately (well, if she thinks she can go to Europe and just leave me here, I'll show her!). Anyway, at least they were very glad to see us although our catsitter takes very good care of them and stays around to watch movies on the satellite so the cats can climb on him and he can pet them (I think he does like the movies, too).
We have to get new for most of the downstairs; this stuff is shameful. No matter how much I vacuum or anyone else does, the carpet still looks dirty. But my husband hates to spend money (hey, the carpet is 24 years old!) and he hates the hassle of doing it (although I'm the one who's going to have to do most of the moving and cleaning; he will do none of it).