Mrs Kennedy

Mrs Kennedy wields extra-ordinary powers of blog domination. Within minutes of her showing a link to me wearing my rock start shirt my traffic (visitors) was crazy out of control. It left me filled with angst. I am not a popular girl and i am not crafty in wielding those powers.

Today i had $2700 deposited in my personal bank account, not my shared account, but my private, just for me account. What did i first think of? My new digital camera of course; screw the kids and back to school and bills, momma needs a new camera!

But first, where did the money come from?

Good question.

It all started, this one time at band camp (and no that never gets old when your old like me), when Toby, my six year old, was diagnosed with Apraxia of Speech at age 2 1/2; (I would give you links, but it's all just gobbilty gook) he has a blip in his brain. He knows how words should sound, but somewhere between his brain and his mouth it all gets screwed up. Believe me it's not as simple as that and i have lost about five years of sleep over it, but he is the most awesome boy you will ever meet (challenge me on that and i will "punch you in the face". ) Anyways, we have been paying for private speech therapy at about $150 per week for the past three years as he has been "forgotten" by the system in that time. Eventually i clued in (and accepted) that there was a disability tax credit that applied to us and la-de-da we got it.

And so todays money was five years of grief for me; plus the acknowledgment that my son was now considered disabled by the government.

Is it right and fair of me to spend that money on a camera?

Bloggity blog blog... it's so late...i should be dead.