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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.

 

 

 

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

 

Not Like The Good Old Days

VCRRemember the good ol’ days.

When your movie machine lasted for a really long time.

Now?

I can kill a D-bee-D player in about 2 months.

I know! They’re really cheap. Like…2 dollars…or something???

I think I hear them called throw away now.

I don’t know what that means…

…but talking Mommy and Daddy into taking me to the store to get a new one? Hassle and a half.

Sometimes those two are really hard to deal with.

We have to finish “working”. Or. We’ll get you a new one tomorrow. Or. How about coloring in your book?

Blah-blah-blah.

Great idea people!

dvdsBut I still have a bunch of D-bee-D’s to watch. Look at these…

…they don’t just watch themselves.

And…what if Wyon King doesn’t doesn’t make it back to the pride this time? How will the jungle turn out with Scar at that helm?

Or what if Robin Hood – A Fox? Doesn’t save Maid Marian – A Vixen?

Good news though. While technology has taken away. It has also given back.

compukerThe compuker my Mommy gave me has a D-bee-D player in it!

WHAAAAAT?!?!

Well THAT is super cool! And…how long has that been there?

Daddy says don’t get used to it. It won’t be long before all compukers stop coming with D-bee-D players.

Yeah right! Keep dreamin’ old man. How will we watch movies in “the future”?

One problem though. If I watch the videos on the compuker…I have to watch them in Daddy or Mommy’s office while they work.

If you know them…I don’t have to tell you. But if you don’t know them…

…well…let’s just say they is n-o-i-s-y…LOUD!

Always talking to people on the phone.

What did you think about this? How about that? Oh…well check out this one I’ve got on the market.

Or. How can I help you with your skoool werk? What can we do to make the course better?

And he is always making videos of himself or houses so he can put them on the internet.

Mom’s always making pictures…or videos…just like Dad.

No offense…and I’ll deny this if you tell them I said so…but they seem a little needy sometimes.

Maybe starving for attention?

I dunno where they get that????

I guess I’ll have to do a better job of spending more time with them. And telling them how “awesome” they are.

Maybe get them a trophy. <insert exhausted head shake with an eye roll here>

Ok. Well I have to get back to werk.

Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

Here’s where I got the picture of the old VCR.

My Brave’s Appearance

braves gameAs you can imagine. I am a huge supporter of Autism Awareness.

It’s a little cumbersome sometimes. But I lend my celebrity to the cause by attending these events.

Some of them are pretty fun. Some…not so much.

I was just looking through some of my pictures. They were of an event I took a few friends to a couple weeks ago.

It was my first trip to an Atlanta Bwaves baseball game.

It was pretty cool I guess.

turnerdrummersThey had drums there. I love drums. Especially when the drummers dance. I love to boogie.

DSC06451.JPGAnd they also had a REALLY BIG drum. That was WAAAAAAY cool. The guy would play that. And all the people in the stadium who came out to see me did the tomahawk chop.

We sang “take me out to the ol’ ball game”.

Not only did they have drums. They also had a place to get my favorite eats…frensh fry chicken. Aaaand they had refills on the dwinks. Who knew?

bravesAnd…just to get into the spirit…I went all out and got some face paint to support the team.

Oooooooooo-o-ooo-ooooooo!

I have to admit though…that’s kinda where the fun stopped.

Do you have any idea how booooooring a baseball game is? It takes forever!!!

Guys run out on the field. One guy throws a baawl to another. Another tries to hit it with a stick. And then they go inside while more guys do the same thing.

And that just 1 inning! Whatever that is???? But there’s 9 of them. 9!

What the….???

Not to mention it was H-O-T. Hawt. I am not a big fan of hawt.

Mom says it has to do with my body’s inability to process heat…or something. I don’t know about all that??? But I don’t like it.

I guess that’s the price of celebrity.

braves game 2But it was for a good cause. And I got to hang out with some friends. All in the name of autism awareness.

Would I do it again?

Probably. If I had to.

GrumpyBut I have to admit. I was really off the next day. Some might say gwumpy. You know…like Sno-white.

I think it was because of the stimulation. People with autism react differently to stimulation.

For me. Tons of people. Really loud noises. Lots of activities. Not on my schedule.

That’s tough.

Oh! Mommy and Daddy…if you’re reading this?

Maybe pick pick something indoors next time. Like basketball or hockey or…better…a moooovie.

Ok. I have to go for now. I have a bunch of werk to do. Pictures. Signs. Drawing.

See ya ta-mah-wo.

Here’s where I got some of the pics:

Heavy Hitters

Big Drum

Grumpy

The others were mine.

 

These Are My Daawgs

So in my last couple posts here and here, I have mentioned JackJoey.

jackjoey3Many of my fans have asked…just who is JackJoey?

They’re my daawgs.

I think they are both…hold on.

WHAT!??! What do daawgs say??? Daddy…I’m kinda in the middle of…

FINE. Daawgs say woof woof woof.

Sorry…that was my Dad asking what daawgs say. I swear keeping that guy entertained is a full time job. Exhausting. <shaking my head>

Anyway…where was I?

jackOh yeah. JackJoey.

jackJoeyThere’s actually two of them. Jack is a Golden-Doodle (he’s over there ===>>) and Joey is a Golden Retriever (that’s her <<===).

But you hardly ever see them apart. EVER. Where one goes…the other goes too. Even in the picture of “her”…he’s hanging around.

Sooooo, it’s just easier to say JackJoey than separate their names.

Hey! I’m a man of few words.

I think they’re both pretty old. Maybe 12 and 11???? So in dog years that’s 11. Times. 7.

That makes them…let’s see…carry the 1…and…

…I dunno…old?

Mommy and Daddy say they probably won’t be around much longer. I’m not really sure what that means? Where are they gonna go?

They’re pretty good daawgs though. They bark and growl really mean when people walk by the house. Or when someone drops off a package…which reminds me…I should be getting a package today…I’ll have to keep an eye out.

Well…Jack barks and growls. Joey just stands there beside him wagging her tail. I think I’ve only heard her bark once or twice. Like me…she’s a girl of few words.

I’m not really sure what the barking is about. Maybe to sound tough? I guess???

Believe me. He’s not tough. One time…Dad took him on a run…he lost a toe.

Jack did…not Daddy. I think Dad looses marbles…at least that what Mommy says.

And another time. He was playing in the snow. And cut his foot. How do cut your foot…on the snow?

I guess he should only be allowed to run around in a pillow factory. Never mind. Bad idea. He’d probably choke on fev-fers they put in the pill-wos.

Anywho. Both of them are really good to me. They don’t bite me if I get mad and accidentally jackjoey2pull their tail. They let me pet them. They take the blame for eating all the cookies. They hang out under the kitchen table so I don’t have to clean up if I drop something.

And most importantly…they always love me and I always love them.

Although they don’t like getting their pictures taken like I do. This one was like corralling cats. But at least I got everyone to smile.

Ok. Well I have to go for now.

Daddy asked me to come along with him to run some errands this morning. Probably needs my advice on some real estate stuff???

And I have to go see the dentist (I’ll tell you about that later).

But now you know my daawgs JackJoey.

See ya ta-mah-wo.