Saturday, November 28, 2009


Dear Santa,
Please, oh please, I've been such a good boy this year.
All I want for Christmas is a Back-up New Rocket.
Because Rocket is my Everything. I'll even give all the other squirters in the set to my little brother.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

as i hang my head in shame and eat my own words

I finally gave in to my curiosity and need to see what the draw was and read Twilight. And New Moon. And Eclipse. Why the fuck am I so absorbed by these crap books which are so obviously and unrelentingly filled with atrocious messages to young girls? I am so ashamed. And addicted! Gah.

Bless my dear sweet KL's heart for posting this hilarious link. Somehow, laughing along with someone making fun of me for falling for something so lame is cathartic. And now I am off to find a copy of Breaking Dawn. Fuck it all.

I admit it. I, too, love sparkly vampires.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

Ruby's Run

The Unicorn (and The Dude, a little) participated in Ruby's Run this Sunday at Dogwood Dell to help raise money for a very good cause in memory of a very special little girl.

The reason for the run itself already had me raw with emotion. But I was still caught off guard by how emotional it was to see The Unicorn running his little heart out. The fact that he wanted to participate at all was enough to get me a bit teary. Quite often, his emotions get the best of him and he becomes overwhelmed very easily. Coping with stress, fear, shyness, and excitement all at once is hard for everybody, but especially those with ASD. So I had prepared myself for the worst and knew it was likely that he would let some unknown force trigger a meltdown that would keep him from enjoying an event he had been so looking forward to. I was just waiting to watch it all unwind, spring into comfort mode, and start to feel the familiar emotions of my heart breaking a little more for the boy who so infrequently gets to feel proud of his accomplishments.

But, then he actually ran with the other children. The Unicorn did not cry and quit. He ran the entire course, smiling and determined and happy and proud. After he received his medal, he looked up at me and said, "I won! Now I can live happily ever after." And I believe it is true. Yes, all of the participants were given medals, but I am certain Angus truly won. He won the most recent battle in the ongoing War Against Himself. And he knew he was victorious. And he will live happily ever after. I just know it.