mysheli:

I love that you guys are reblogging the pic of the autistic teenager for the ‘fundraiser.’ it shows that you care…

Let’s be real though. This is the Internet. You know as well as I do that nobody is giving $1 for each reblog.

See that kid up there? That’s Vincent. He’s my 3 1/2 year old son. He has autism. He can’t really communicate and is considered pre-verbal. Our lives are filled with speech, occupation, physical and behavior therapies. He sometimes self harms and is still in a diaper. I’m also a single mother so I do everything on my own.

Wanna do a fundraiser to help autism? I’ll give you my damn Paypal account.

I’m kidding!!

What I really want you to do is to learn more about the disorder. Learn the signs of it so your children can get help if they need it. Be aware that when other adults act a little ‘different’ it might be because of Aspergers/autism. Go to www.tacanow.org or www.generationrescue.org to learn more.

A reblog would be nice too. I won’t get $1 every time you post it and your heart will probably still be black but we can show people that autism is real.

1 in 100 is a damn frightening number.

What do you say to your 15-year old daughter when she finds out a good friend of hers has cancer. 

And her mother is gone for the week.  This is where the fact I’m faking it as a father gets exposed.

I was carrying on one of the mindless conversations you have with young children in the car when my 6-year old said this.

“When I was a baby I tried to tell you a lot of things but you didn’t understand and just laughed and thought I was cute.”

I know he was just talking, but I’m still freaking out about it three days later.

I thought @brookbristow would appreciate this.

Willing to barter with anyone who will take my place tomorrow. I’ve “volunteered” to help with a horse show tomorrow morning by running the concessions stand. Diet Pepsi and Costco muffins will be the tools of my trade.

Name your price. I’m a bit desperate.

Here’s what I did last night. I’m in there somewhere, good luck guessing which one.

And here’s the facebook link/explanation.

http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/pages/Bad-Hair-Day-2011/116095685151317

I’m not Canadian, but if I were I think I would celebrate today with some good rye.

Lots and lots of good rye.

Inflammatory statements couched in air quoted terms are peppering my timeline again. Thoughts of a weak mind.  A weak mind who has been self-deluded into thinking they see deeper than others.

Normally it’s amusing, but tonight it’s becoming tiresome.

My six-year old finally remembered he had stashed away a Father’s Day gift for me.  Today he pulled it out and it was the usually hand-made card with the awful drawing of myself and him doing stuff.

Inside was a picture of him in an over-the-top excessively fake laughing pose.  I’ve seen worse acting in Showgirls.  I asked him what he was doing, and he said, “Laughing. Because that’s what you like to do most.”

If that’s what I am to my six-year old, I’m calling that a win.

mytweecwetlife:

In the past year since I started twitter I’ve gained 3,348 followers, 60,993 stars, over 1000 RT’s. I’ve found a humorous side of my brain that I didn’t know existed or I was too shy to bring it out in front of people. I’ve made many friends, met wonderful people. Some who I consider to be my…