Archive for April, 2011


Finally success

Ever go to the store and on the way home realize you forgot something? The last 6 trips to Target that has happened to me. It was the same item, dental floss. I even put it in my iPod touch and I still forgot.

Today after church Sarah and I ran some errands. First to the bank, then to Bank Sq to get coffee, where their motto is, life is too short to drink bad coffee. Then to Target, and this time I remembered the dental floss, but all they had was mint flavored. I don’t like mint. And I hate when I have to go to two stores to get one item. But that is what I had to do. Fortunately, the second store I went to had non-mint flavored dental floss.

So that was my day today. How was your day?

This Saturday started with me fulfilling an obligation first thing in the morning. Then it was off to the city. Em and I had appointments for a massage at the Russian spa I really like. It was the first time for Em and the second time for me. We skipped the sauna because Em didn’t want her makeup all over her face. There are three things I have learned about this spa:

  1. The robes are not one size fits all,
  2. The lockers are not designed for 5 ft tall people.
  3. The twisty things that the locker keys are on do not make good ponytail holders.

Other than those three things, I loved the massage. So did Em, well she says she always loves getting a massage and here is not the best massage she has had. I have also decided that a shot of vodka at 4:00 pm after just having a handful of Cheerios and a doughnut all day is not a good idea.

Then it was time for Em to get her nails done, and I was going to go to Starbucks to have a snack and go online, but Em wanted to see if The Yankee store had and Russell Martin shirts. I knew they wouldn’t, but I went there anyway. This time I didn’t buy anything, no one seemed to mind that I was walking around taking pictures in the store.

For dinner we went back to BonChon chicken. This time we got just pot stickers and salad. But since it was dinnertime, there were a lot more pot stickers per order. So we had some to bring home for Stitch. Good times.

Oh, and the Yankees beat the Red Sox.

It is supposed to be getting warmer. Yesterday at the baseball game, I wore my gray down coat. It is April and I was freezing! Of course part of the reason was I was sitting still, getting up and moving around helps. We had fun though.

Tomorrow is a NYC day so another city post with pictures. I like taking pictures, I need to do it more often. Em gets a little annoyed with me constantly stopping and taking pictures, I let it bother me enough to stop doing it. No more, I am taking pictures if I want to. If it seems like I am just going on and on about nothing, that is pretty much the story. I am still having problems thinking of things to say. Maybe it is because Twitter is 140 characters a tweet. Then I sit down here with this huge open space and the brain panics.

That is all, says she.

Yes I was worried about Gwen coming to the city on her own. I even raced to Grand Central Terminal after leaving the office 20 minutes later then I planned in a panic to catch the train to get to Yankee Stadium before her. She was fine, she was better then fine. And stayed for the whole game.

She seemed to be having a good time, talked to the players, cheered, ate junk food. After we went into Manhattan to have dinner. I was thinking we would go back to a place she had really liked, but neither of us could remember the name or where it was. We stopped at McDonald’s so she could use the bathroom and I tried to find the place on my phone, then it died. But McDonald’s has free wifi, so we started searching on our iPod touches. That is where she found Tony’s Di Napoli on 43rd St. It is a Family Style Restaurant, which means their dinners are to share so we did, and still couldn’t finish it. Have you ever been so stuffed you couldn’t eat another bite? That is how we felt when we left there, like we didn’t even have room for air.

So it was a good day. And now time to sleep.

Before I sleep

Just thought I would pop back in. Tomorrow is a big day. It is going to be Gwen’s first ballgame of this season.

Two reasons it is big, one is that Gwen is coming to the stadium on her own. Make the train ride by herself. I am fully expecting a phone call at 11 a.m. with her in full blown melt-down panic-attack mode. The second reason is that every game she went to last season someone got hurt. I have told her that if someone get hurts tomorrow, that is the last time she is coming to the stadium for a game.

If the game is rained out tomorrow, I will be very upset. If the trains mess up so I am not there to meet her at Yankee stadium, I will kill someone at MetroNorth. My boss is going to be at the game, if he says anything to upset her or me, I will cut him. Truth.

That is all, so says she.

My day off

As mentioned before, I have every other Wednesday off, as I was eating my cereal this morning, and Gwen was talking to me, I kept thinking how much nicer it would be if I could get a day off and be alone. Not that I don’t like her, I just sometimes prefer to be alone. Of course after I move, I will be spending almost all my mornings alone.

Gwen and I were supposed to do something this morning but she didn’t feel well so we both went back to bed. There it was quiet. Until Gwen came downstairs and started doing her laundry, she is excited for tomorrow, that is why she is washing clothes.

Then we went shopping, she said she needed tops, we found some great sales, when it was rung up, the amount she spent and the amount she saved was 40¢ different. I didn’t save as much on mine. Then Fred called because he wanted to be picked up, he was upset I wasn’t home, but agreed to meet at Ron’s (please follow), since I had to go back there to get my sunglasses.

Then home, and I don’t know why, but lately everything I eat is making me sick.

Well, I have to go now. I might be back for more randomness.

Here I am staying up late to get this done, even though it is now tomorrow and I am falling even farther behind. So I stay up late, then I get to tired to think, even if I had thought of something great to write about, which I haven’t, by now I would have totally forgotten it. Not to mention what staying up late does to your body, makes you tired and makes you look old.

Since I promised to post every day, there will be many of these posts, where I come on here and try to write the worst sentence I can think of. After all that is the cure for writer’s block. I read that somewhere, I think.

And that’s all, says she.

Writer’s block

Is this what writer’s block is like? When you just can’t come up with anything to say? Nothing at all? I even looked at the post a day and can’t even think of an answer to the question: “When did you realize you were an adult? (If you haven’t yet, when do you think you will?)”

However, despite not having anything to say, I managed to come up with two paragraphs. Sort of.

Day two

All over again. I have missed a few days and need to get back into the swing of posting again. Fortunately, its only a few days and so I can make them up.

For yesterday’s post, I was supposed to add a personal comment at the bottom. I kept putting it off because I have no personal experience with anyone with autism, I have friends with children with autism, on Twitter.

So there you have it, something else twitter has done for us. It makes it possible for us to connect with people we may have not met before, allows single mothers to connect with other single mothers in similar situations without having to get a babysitter.

The internet can be a source for good. You just have to be careful.

Awareness is not enough.

We (The Autism Community) need for you to know what Autism is.
We can only achieve that through Autism Understanding and Acceptance.

Awareness of autism has risen dramatically in the past few years, and awareness is certainly a good place to start. Increased awareness has helped parents get earlier diagnoses for their children, and it has helped secure funding for research. However, it hasn’t done much to change public perception of what autism really is.

This is a call out to the world to understand the people and the disorder.
This is a call out to the world to accept the people and the disorder.

You can not understand or accept the people until you understand and accept the Autism they have.

Autism is a part of who they are.

The media has focused almost entirely on children with autism – but children grow up. In a society where one in 110 children is diagnosed with autism (the latest figures from the Centers for Disease Control), no one can afford to ignore the significance of this disability. People with autism are children, teenagers, adults, men, women, scientists, programmers, engineers, unemployed, in care homes … too many of them continue to be bullied, to be judged, or to just be ignored.

Each person is unique. Each person has their own unique set of strengths and weaknesses just like you or I.

The charities, the organizations, the groups, the parents, the people with Autism themselves… we ask you… no, we need you to know what Autism really is.

Today, we ask for your Autism Understanding and Acceptance.

This is what Autism is to me… <fill in the rest with your experience>