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My First Day At College And…

frat-house-party-front-lawn…it was nothing like I dreamed! Let me ‘splain…

Because of my popularity…I get solicited to speak or shoot a video ALL THE TIME.

It’s a little embarrassing really.

And the fact is…I don’t often make myself available.

But recently I made an exception to do this video for a couple reasons:

Sooooo the first reason. It was for one of Mommy’s classes she is teaching. And she asked…

How can I say no? If it weren’t for her…and it was up to Dad:

  • I’d use dirt to rub on my boo-boos…instead of band-aids. <SMH>
  • I’d chicken and frensf-fry, or pizza every night (well…that one’s not so bad).
  • I probably would be wearing dirty clothes right now.
  • And the list goes on…

But the second reason I did it was because of the subject: Long term continuum of health care services.

Let me de-Mensa that.

Basically it’s just getting the stuff you need to help take care of you for a really long time.

See…most people don’t need services like this until they get really, REALLY, old. Like Daddy…for instance.

BUT. For people like me. We need need it much earlier in life.

Problem is. There’s WAAAAY more demand for the services than there is a supply.

15000So like…Mommy said that right now…there are over 15,000 developmentally delayed people waiting for services…just in Georgia (that’s where I live). Over 15,000!

And sometimes it takes a really long time for those people to get services.

Like me. I was on the waiting list for 8 years.

So we were explaining that, and some other things, to the class.

Well…Mommy was explaining that to her students.

I was showing them other things. Like some sign language. Bustin’ out a few words I know. And…pretty much…you know…adding the celebrity factor.

In all seriousness though, it is a big problem. Like I said. It took me 8 years.

Now I’m pretty lucky. Cuz my Mommy and Daddy were able to take care of the stuff I needed until I was able to get help.

But not everyone is as lucky as me.

And those people…SADLY…have to do without. Or at least do without some stuff.

Anyway. That was the reason I got in front of the camera with Mom. Make sure you watch it…if you haven’t already.

And it’s the reason I am raising money for service dogs to help people like me.

Because even after you get the long term continuum stuff…it doesn’t cover things like dog to help keep them out of trouble. Or just help them have a normal life.

Okay. I gotta go for now.

Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

Where I got my pics:

College picture

 

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 onesĀ  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.

 

 

 

Too Many Choices

choices_gatoradeEvery Sunday I make Mommy and Daddy take me to the grocery store.

It’s very important I keep them on a routine.

They get hard to manage if I don’t. You have NO idea!

Before we go. I usually help Mommy cut coupons.

She thinks it’s because I’m being a big helper. Actually…

…I just like cutting.

Aaaaannnd…I have to make sure she has the right coupons in the pile.

Sometimes they don’t have the right ones so…I have to make them.

Every now and then it’s tough though.

Choices.

Look. I get it. Everyone has to make choices.

We just went car shopping with Daddy the other day. Do you want the white one…or blue one? How hard is that?

Or if we’re looking at houses. Do you want this one? Or that? Or MAYBE that other one? Three choices??? Ooooh stop the presses!

I also hear them talking about imbestments. Not really sure what that is…I dunno…something about korters…or dollers?

But they don’t have to decide between too many options.

But me. I REALLY do have a lot of choices to make on Sundays.

Mommy pretty much knows what to get…without me prompting her.

But there are a few things I have to decide on. Cookies. Chips. And dwinks (Gatorade).

It’s not that easy.

choices_oreoI only get one cookie. Three chips. And usually 10 dwinks.

One cookie. Really?!?!

All those cookies. Birthday cake kind. Key lime pie ones. Mint. Triple stiff. Double.

And now they’re making some called “Thin Oreos”. What the…???

How do you decide on just one? And worse…only the ones Mommy says I like.

I guess she’s right. Those key lime ones are pretty gross. Not sure what they were thinking when they made those???

Still. It’s not easy.

choices_pringlesAnd then the chips. Pizza flavored. White ones. Salt and vinegar. Green. Pickle flavored.

In fact. Sometimes I get a little frustrated with all the choices.

Remember the good ‘ol days. There was just plain. And maybe BBQ.

How do you narrow down just 3 of them?

Like the cookies. THAT’S not easy either.

The fact is. Mommy and Daddy are pretty stubborn sometimes. I’m not a big fan of them when they get that way.

Usually. I let it go and just live with the choice they finally pick for me. But sometimes…

…not so much.

Sometimes they say I melt-down. Not sure what that is???

I mean. Sure. I might not handle it well. I might even get a little loud and cause a scene.

But I just know that one of EACH flavor is – often – the ONLY solution to all these choices.

Plus…I don’t tell them which package of shicken or hambooger to get.

Anyway. I’m not bitter. And I usually get over it pretty quick.

But if you think you have BIG decisions during the day…you have no idea the decisions autistic people have to make.

Try picking just one package of cookies! <insert an impossible decision head shake here>

Awwwl-right. I’m gonna go for now.

See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

 

To The Flag

Tomorrow is to-da-flag day.

And I’m taking the day off. You know…relax.

So I thought I’d pay my respects today.

Say it along with me:

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America,

and to the Republic for which it stands;

one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

an American flag background waving in the wind

People ask me what I like best about this day.

There’s a lot of things really.

Besides saying to-da-flag.

I have a few other things I really like about the 4th of July and America.

1. Fy-or werks.

I love watching the fire works.

It’s hilarious watching Daddy and Papa run around after they light them…before the fire and sounds come out.

I didn’t know they could move that fast.

2. There’s no place better.

A lot of people don’t know this. But I haven’t always lived in the United States. For a few years I lived in Japan.

And some country called California.

Just kidding…I know that’s a State.

So I can tell you…it doesn’t get any better than here.

3. Frensh fry chicken.

That’s all I have to say about that.

4. I get to be me.

Sure. Some people look at me funny when I am dancing in the grocery store. Actually. Come to think of it…they may be looking at Dad…I’m a good dancer. Still.

Or maybe they don’t understand why I can’t be in crowds for very long.

And I know it’s hard to know just how much getting out of my routine really bothers me.

But. For the most part. People here are very nice. And let me. Be me.

5. Mommy and Daddy are here.

And JackJoey. And all my other family. And my friends. And Donald’s (that’s what I call McDonald’s).

Anyway. I am going to go for now.

I think we’re going to get the fire works soon.

See ya ta-mah-wo.