The Reason I'm Not in an Asylum

I love my kids, I really do. Today and this whole week have been a mess... Crash is doing stupid shit, Giz is more dramatic than usual and I'm typing this with a fractured wrist. So, on to my movie recommendation... Temple Grandin... awesome movie based on a true story of an autisic woman who goes to college and becomes an animal activist and advocate. Great insights and entertainment. Loved it. The movie reminded me a lot of Giz and the way she thinks and it made me want to scream less. Which is why, I'm not in an asylum.

This day doesn't suck...

My day off. I slept in. I'm being served coffee in bed. I don't know what I did to deserve it. I don't care. I'm loving it. Its raining and I hear an occasional roll of thunder. I might stay here all day. The Cards won yesterday. The Blues won yesterday... I think I should buy lottery tickets. The cat, (for those cheering him on) has decided to pick on the dog today. Mostly because he's bigger than the dog. Such a bully. Either way, he's not tormenting me for a change.

Its Finally My Friday...

I know, its really Sunday. I don't give a crap what your calendar says. Its my Friday. I love Friday. I will be home for 2 glorious days to entertain you with my wit and maybe catch up on sleep. I like this plan a lot. The weather is good, grilling steaks for dinner and with any luck... a nap. A good old fashioned, lazy nap. Unless the cat tries to play more practical jokes...

Welcome to April

Okay, usually I try to keep my blog lighthearted and fun. Today is April 1st and April happens to be Autism Awareness Month. We all know know this is something near and dear to my heart so please, support awareness and government officials who support more funding for research. Here are a few facts:

• Autism now affects 1 in 110 children and 1 in 70 boys
• Autism prevalence figures are growing
• More children will be diagnosed with autism this year than with AIDS, diabetes & cancer combined
• Autism is the fastest-growing serious developmental disability in the U.S.
• Autism costs the nation over $35 billion per year, a figure expected to significantly increase in the next decade
• Autism receives less than 5% of the research funding of many less prevalent childhood diseases
• Boys are four times more likely than girls to have autism
• There is no medical detection or cure for autism 

 Thanks to everyone!

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Uh, for the eleventeenth time...

We do not have a garbage disposal. I repeat this everyday. Sometimes several times in the same day. Yet, Crash can't work it out, Giz can't work it out, Mr Christina can't work it out. This has been a crappy day. Crappy at work, (literally) crappy at home. I still want to punt the cat into next Tuesday. I want 37 1/2 hours of sleep, a 12 pak of Bud and an address that even 911 can't find. Applications for staging my kidnapping and/or helping me fake my death are now being accepted.

The cat's revenge

If you've been following my blog, you know that my cat has a vendetta. When we left off, the cat woke me up at O'dark thirty because he was doing his dirty deeds with a stray outside my bedroom window. I thought I had solved that problem by keeping his amorous ass in the house at night. And it worked. For a while. He didn't wake me up for almost a week. Today, at O'dark thirty, he struck again. Normally, I'm a side sleeper. I like curling up, finding my sweet spot and drifting off to a peaceful dreamland. Mostly, I stay asleep once I find that spot with the exception of the occasional 'wake up to pee' moments. Sometimes, when my allergies are wreaking havoc, I sleep on my back so I can breathe. If you don't suffer from nasal allergies, I hate you. You are lucky and I hate you. Last night was one of those nights that I really needed to sleep on my back. I was reasonably comfortable considering this is not my preferred sleeping position. I was sleeping fairly well. Not really the best sleep but still, decent enough. Until the cat came in. If I neglected to mention, this is not a small, puny looking cat. This is a ginormous, fat, lazy cat. He's larger than my 5 pound chihuahua. Meaner, too. For some reason, that only the fat cat knows, he felt an overwhelming urge to use my stomach for a springboard while I was dead asleep. There are certain ways that I prefer to be woke up. This is not one of them. Not only did it scare the holy hell out of me, it was physically painful. I grabbed something off the night stand, threw it in the cats general direction and went back to sleep. Just as I reached that place between awake and asleep, fat cat dives off of the headboard and right back into the middle of my stomach. I'm awake now. I'm not happy. The cat, that bastard has a smirk on his face. I know a cat smirk when I see one. I get some coffee and the cat follows me. Mocking me. Laughing at me. Bastard.

I love you gay guy at my bank...

I love that you have that shirt in every color. I love that you give me sugar free candy because you know and remember that I'm a diabetic. You're a bag full of adorable. You're always happy and smiling even when I'm having a super crappy day. Thank you for being you. That's all. The end. P.S. I noticed you checking out my husband... if you can flip him, he's all yours.