Monthly Archives: August 2015

Happy Birthday To Me

birthdayAs a rule. I love birf-days.

They’re awesome. There’s cake. You get to blow candles outs. Ba-wooons. And you sing-a-song…

You know. Happy birf-day to you, happy birf-day to you…

It doesn’t really matter whose birf-day it is. I love ’em. So festive.

But today it’s my birf-day. And even though I don’t like the spotlight…the focus will be on me today.

That’s right. I’m 23. What?!?!

stuffieI have no idea what that number means…but I think it has something to do with dinosaurs…

Not like my dinosaur Stuffie or Barney…a real one…

At least Daddy says that’s how it makes him feel. I dunno?

I’ve said it before. And I’ll say it again. That guy’s an enigma.

But I’m not the only one who likes my birf-day. Mommy does too.

She gets excited looking through the cake book at the store to pick the cake I want. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many choices!

Sesame Street, Thomas the Train, Disney, Dora, and, and, and…FANTASTIC!

We lose Dad about 2 pages in. But Mommy and I power through it.

Besides the cake on my birf-day, I get a couple other things.

FIrst. Mom makes my favorite meal. It’s got chicken…good. Cheese…good. Stuffing…gooood.

And then! I get presents. They don’t get me near as many as Santa Claus brings me…but Mommy and Daddy are pretty busy…so I get it.

Anyway. It’s been a pretty good year I guess.

halloweenDidn’t have to go back to school…which is cool.

But, honestly, I do miss the opportunity to dress up every now and then.

Like this. It’s hard to tell…but that’s not really Whembly Fraggle…it’s me. I’m wearing a costume.

I guess I could still dress up. But let’s face it. When you’re 23. It’s not cool anymore.

Ooooh who am I kidding? It’s still FREAKING AWESOME.

So you might be wondering? What do I get a kid who has everything?

Cake. Favorite meal. B-wohing out the candles. A couple presents. Everything.

trainsYou might think a new Thomas the Train set.

While that might be cool. I’m good.

I already have one. See. Here I am setting it up at the bottom of the stairs…by the front door…

Because…where else do you put a train set together?

I don’t need any new movies. I’ve got ’em all.

And the ones  I don’t have…I’ve got plenty of tickets for.

I have Legos. I don’t know where all of them are anymore. But Daddy finds ’em when he walks in my room for something. Thaaaat’s a little funny.

So I don’t need any “things”. Nope.

Plus – Mommy doesn’t know I know – she already got me some stuff. SURPRIIIIISE!

I know most of you will feel compelled to send me stuff. And I appreciate that. I do.

But instead of sending me stuff…maybe…you could just go here to my site and drop a few quarters to help people like me get dawgs like this:

service dog

That would make you and me feel good. Because it’d be helping someone else out on my birf-day…or any day really.

Mommy said that’s a nice thing to do too.

Aw-rite. I gotta go get some breakfast and watch-a-mooovie before the cake and presents later today.

So. Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

 

Oh. BTW. That picture of the dog is from the nice people at SDWR. You should check ’em out.

 

 

 

The Alec Economy

stockmarketSo I was watching the news yesterday.

Ok. I wasn’t watching the news. I don’t watch the news…who has time for that?

Daddy apparently…cuz he was watching the news. I just heard him talking about it.

He said something about the stock market crashing. Crashing? Into what???

Watch where you’re going????

So I gather a lot of people, lost a lot of money…

Like a ga-zillion dollars…or something? I don’t know how much that is but he made it sound like a lot of quarters. At least 15 or 20.

If that’s true…15 or 20! THAT IS A LOT OF MONEY!!! Whoa.

tick pic1At first I didn’t think anything about it….but then I stopped in my tracks. My Stash!

You can imaging my relief when I ran upstairs and found it was safe and sound.

That got me thinking. Why are people so focused on money?

They should just do what I do. Move to a ticket economy.

See. When I do something at home…or maybe when I’m good at the store…I get tickets.

Like this weekend, for instance. While Mommy and Daddy were painting (mostly Mommy…Dad couldn’t do a paint by number if his life depended on it)…I did a little dusting.

Actually A LOT of dusting. Where does it all come from? Ridiculous!

Anyway. I dusted. Mom gave me tickets.

tick pic3I put my tickets in the little pockets of my bank. And when I want a dwink. I give ’em the tickets…and they take me to get a Coke.

Same thing for movies. When I get enough tickets…Mommy lets me go online and buy a moooo-veeee.

Although I think she moves the line. Some movies only cost 40 tickets…some cost 100…A HUNDRED! Are you freaking serious!?!

She’s all “This one has 3 CDs because it’s the whole season” or “That’s a new one”…

…”so it’s more”. It’s more???

And I’m all “What-evvv.” <insert eye roll here>

Talk about a crash. What kind of shenanigans are going on here??

But it’s cool. I can just go get more tickets.

tick pic2Do you know you can buy a whole roll of them at the store?

Oh yeah…you can.

And they usually have a bunch of ’em too. Red ones. Blue. Green. Pretty much any color.

And you can buy more than one roll at a time. Or at least you should be able to. I’m still working on that.

Daddy says we can’t. Something about rules and rega-lations???

I never know what he’s talking about???? <insert freak-flag here>

Either way. I don’t see what the problem is.

If you want a Coke…or mooo-veee. Just take out the trash. Dust something. Clean your desk. Wash a bowl…

…get a ticket. And relax.

When you run out…just go to the store and get another roll.

Anyway. I gotta go. My Flintstones movie got here yesterday. So I’ll be busy today.

Season 4. The WHOLE season 4! WHAAAAAT!?!?

It’s a great time to be alive.

Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

Here’s where I got the:

Stock market pic

Do You Need My Help With This?

shower imageA lot of people know I’m a shower head expert.

I keep up with shower head designs.

I look at them on the net. When we go to Home Depot. Or Lowe’s. Or pretty much wherever shower heads are sold…I make sure to check them out.

In fact. When I take Mommy and Daddy to show houses. We all have jobs.

Daddy usually makes sure things are “solid”. He’ll say things like “roof looks good”, “water heater is a little old”. Blahblahblah.

Mommy checks out the “possibilities”. Put the couch there. Paint this here. Blahblahblah.

My job? Arguably one the most important jobs…check out the shower heads and make sure they’re up to standards. Brutal work.

But I’m not a one-trick-pony. Nope.

A lot of people don’t know this about me, but one of my hidden talents is that I am also a design expert.

shelf2For instance. The other day Mommy got a new shelving unit.

It’s nice I guess…but she didn’t put anything on it.

So I decide to…put my touch on it…if you will. Or even if you won’t.

You can see what I mean in this picture.

I know what you’re thinking when you look at it.

You’re thinking: “Wow…looky that…look at how pre-wy!”…AND…you wouldn’t be wrong. It’s what I do.

But I thought I’d give you some finer points to my design techniques. Sorta like they do on those TV shows…except I know what I’m talking about.

For instance. This first pictureshelf3 is a little combo of some of my art work.

You’ll notice how Groush is in the middle of some sand art I did.

But he’s not just standing there in the middle.

Notice how the green and purple in the sand bring out the colors in Groush’s hair, mouth, and eyes.

That doesn’t just happen by accident.

shelf4And this little design I call Alec-shui.

I believe that’s where the popular design philosophy Feng shui comes from? But I have no idea who Feng is???

And who calls their kid Feng???

Anywho. In this Alec-shui design, I have incorporated 6 items that tell my story.

First the hourglass. Although I think it’s only a minute glass. Daddy calls it my attention span. Whatever that means????

Then I added a Coke can. It’s a little something I picked up at the World of Coke in Atlanta. I love me some Coke!

Finally I found 4 random blocks that – coincidentally – spell my name. Happy accident.   😉

Anyway. I don’t want to belabor the point. But people are always asking me about my talents. And this is one of them.

Now I know after seeing this post, I’m gonna get a TON of calls. Even more than I do already.

People are gonna be all:

Alec…come check out my shower heads. Are they ok?

Alec…help me decorate my new shelving unit!

Problem is…I’m a little busy with my new job…and I don’t have a lot of time.

But here’s what I AM WILLING to do.

If you go to the link on my new job and make a donation. I will give you my feed back on any design problem you’re working on. Or any shower head question you might have.

Well…I’ve got to get back to work. And you’ve got design and shower head questions to come up with…and some donating to do.

So bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

Pictures:

Shower Head

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back To Work

workSo for the second straight year kids went back to school…and I didn’t? Hm?

I’m starting to get the idea that I miiiiiight not be going back.

I’m not gonna lie. I’ve been going to school since I was 3 years old. So it’s a little weird.

So I decided that I need to get a job.

rocksSure I do work around the house. I take out the trash. Wash dishes…kinda. And just yesterday I made these two little gems.

But I believe I’m capable of much more. So I decided to find something else a little more important.

And, contrary to what Daddy says…I’m not doing it because I am tired of fwee-woading. Not sure what that means…but he laughs when he says it. I laugh too…just to humor him.

So what does a guy like me do for work?

Well. I started thinking…

Wherever I go people seem to know me. They’re all “Hi Alec!”, “It’s so good to see you Alec!”, “Come see me sometime Alec!”. Embarrassing really.

Mommy says it’s like I’m Adam Levine.

I don’t know Adam…but he must live somewhere around us because Mommy says he’s hot.

And…believe me…it is H-O-T in The ATL!

But then Daddy shakes his head no…sooooo maybe he doesn’t live around here. Who knows???

Anyway…back to me.

I don’t remember if I told you this? But I am getting a new dog.

I know. I already have two. But this one is different.

This dog is going to hang out with me more. He’s…or she’s (I don’t know yet)…is gonna make sure I stay safe.

See. Autism does different things to different people. We’re ALL different.

For me…I don’t really sense danger like most people.

For instance. One day I got a bug aquarium; a little plastic container to put bugs in.

black-widow-spider1And I found one of these babies.

I know it’s a spy-der (you should have seen Daddy scream like a little girl – HILARIOUS).

But apparently this one is a Black Widow…and can give me a boo-boo-band-aid.

I’m not afraid of snakes or bees…and a whole bunch of other stuff.

But back to my new dog. (Man I am all over the place today.)

So it costs a lot of money to train the puppies to keep me – and others like me – out of danger.

Luckily, I have a bunch of pennies – and Mommy is really good at fund raising – so I can just pay.

But I don’t think everyone is as lucky as me (autistic or not)…so I’m gonna lend my celebrity to raising money for other people like me to get dogs that help keep them safe too.

I’ll go into more details later. But please go to this link and donate as many pennies as you can. I’ll appreciate it…and you’ll feel good too.

uncle samPlus Daddy says its tax deductible. Not sure what that means…but he gets excited because he says you don’t have to give as much money to my Uncle…Sam…I think???

That’s him…don’t remember meeting him. Although he looks a little angry. Lighten up DUDE!

Anyway…do me a solid and help me out with my new job HERE. And don’t be shy…tell your friends. Share this post.

Ok. Gotta go. Don’t wanna be late for werk.

See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

 

Here’s where I got my pictures:

Work

Spider

Uncle Sam