I had a LOT of trouble dragging my sleepy butt out of bed this morning, so we’re going to have to do this quickly. You know what that means, right? Questionable grammar, a high likelihood of typos and a lightening-speed round-up of things I want to tell you without a whole lot of detail to back any of them up. So, in no particular order, these are some of the things that have happened in the last 24 hours.
And, go …
I finally managed to sit down and answer some insightful interview questions from a woman named Jamie Pacton, who writes for a magazine called Autism and Asperger’s Digest. It’s taken me nearly a month, so that was kind of an accomplishment and felt sort of awesome.
When I asked folks to donate money to our walk team, I’d added a little incentive by turning it into a raffle. For each $25 that they donated, they got a chance to win either a Canon Elph camera or dinner for two at the restaurant of their choice. On Monday night, we put the names into a hat (well, actually a bag cause it was easier) and Brooke pulled one out. It was my boss, which was sort of a little awkward at first. But truth be told, he’d been very generous and therefore odds were in his favor. (And no, I’m not kissing ass cause he doesn’t read my blog, I assure you.) Anyway, when I told him that he won, he asked where the prize was coming from. I told him that it was from me, so he just had to tell me which he wanted and I’d get him set up with it. To which he responded, “Then I’d much prefer that you take the money and donate it to the charity.” Which was, well, awesome.
I had an absolutely fabulous e-mail exchange with an autistic young adult who reached out to me via my post yesterday. I didn’t ask her if it was OK to share our conversation, so I won’t. But I will tell you that she asked if it would be OK to write directly to Brooke and I said “Of course.” and then she did and well, the whole thing was just filled with awesomeness.
I met Elizabeth Warren, who is running for Senate in Massachusetts. And it was pretty much awesome. I already wrote about that last night, so we can save a little time.
Katie sprained her ankle at school and is on crutches. Again. Which is not awesome at all.
After dinner last night, Brooke climbed on my lap and stayed there for nearly half an hour while Katie finished eating. (Apparently a sprained ankle is a real hindrance to eating at human pace.)
We sang and we played the Baby Mama game (not to be confused with a baby mama as in a baby daddy, but where I am the kid and her way of conveying that is to call me Baby Mama) and she was the mama and then she was a teacher and there was just all kinds of awesome pretending going on.
And then we made up funny names for Katie who pretended to be mad but couldn’t stop herself from laughing. And then Luau got into it too. And we all laughed. A lot. And that was definitely awesome.
My friend Rachel, who you might remember changed the lives of THOUSANDS of military families with autism, did THIS. Which is a million kinds of awesome in the face of something that’s really not awesome at all. Cancer sucks.
I got this in my inbox three times in the space of ten minutes.It was posted on Rethinking Autism’s Facebook page.
(Please click to enlarge – the other choice was so big it took up the whole page)
Which didn’t exactly scream awesome. So I sent it to Liz Feld and some other folks at Autism Speaks asking them to really, truly give it their thoughtful consideration. “I think.” I said, that “there are valid concerns here, especially re “cure,” as we’ve discussed in the past.” I went on to say that I believe that “it is illustrative of the perspective (and anger) of a large and growing swath of our community.”
The words felt pretty lame, but I realized that nothing that I could say was going to be enough.
And then I wrote back to one of the women who had sent it to me.
It’s a process.
And we decided that we needed to get t-shirts that said that on them. And call ourselves the Mama Sisyphus Club. Which would be awesome. Except not really.
Katie’s bake sale entered a whole new territory. She’s pushing up on $3,000 raised now and is chomping at the bit to come up with the other $2300 or so that she needs to buy the ICU a specially made Wii system that can be used in there. The best part of all of this is that it’s become a team effort. It’s gotten far too big for us to handle alone, but it looks like we won’t have to. More on that later. In the meantime, in case you missed it on Facebook, here’s Katie in her own words ..
I know she’s my kid, but well, I think it’s pretty fair to say that she’s awesome.
I finally got to properly thank the reader who gave me this shirt the night before the Boston Half. I’m sure we can all agree that it’s awesome.
Thank you, Rebecca!!
(And I actually worked out in it. Like in a gym. Sweating! Which was DEFINITELY awesome.)
Oh and then there was THIS.
Which is too many kinds of awesome to count.
If he wins. Cause if he doesn’t, my husband running around looking like this?
Not so awesome.
I got THIS in the mail …
Now here’s the thing. I don’t do reviews and I don’t take freebees. (Nor do I judge those who do, it’s just not my thing and I don’t have time.) BUT, I took this. Wanna know why?
Because it came via a request from my dear friend, Jen at Make-A-Wish. See, this company, Straight Talk Wireless is encouraging consumers to go to their local Walmart to show their support for Make-A-Wish by taking part in a brief demonstration of a Straight Talk Wireless Android smart phone. For every shopper who participates, Straight Talk will donate $1 to Make-A-Wish, with the ultimate goal of $1,000,000.
The event will take place over four consecutive Saturdays starting September 22, 2012 at over 3,000 participating Walmarts under the banner “One Minute One Million.”
Learn more about it all HERE.
And now, y’all have to help me figure out what we can do with the phone. It’s seriously nifty. Do I raffle it off for Make-A-Wish? Do I give it to one of you to review and enjoy? Can we incorporate it into the bake sale in good conscience? Your awesome thoughts are much appreciated.
Lastly, we may have actually found a picker that maybe, possibly, seems to be, Oh dear God, Jess don’t jinx it WORKING for Little Miss (so that she’ll leave her beautiful face alone.) Which would be the awesomest of all. But I’m not going to talk about it yet, because we all know about the curse of the overconfident mom. So we’ll have to get back to this one.
And that’s it, my friends.
Just one (mostly awesome) (and unedited) day in the life.
Now off to work.
Ed note: And I wonder why I’m tired?