My normally quiet, understated spouse suddenly began a lengthy monologue about Concannon's marvelous donuts in Muncie, Indiana. With zero arguments or prompting from me, his voice went into molto crescendo apassionato as he became more and more vocally and gesturally... Continue Reading →
Robert: (gazing at my desk in amazement) "It's a good thing you didn't become a surgeon." Me: "Why?" Robert: "There'd be body parts everywhere with sticky-notes on them - 'Fred Johnson's spleen,' 'Mary Smith's appendix,' and you'd be digging through... Continue Reading →
Autocorrect Saga: Episode #2 The Manchester Symphony board frequently uses the acronym GARF in our e-mail and text correspondence. My phone keeps changing it to FART. Needless to say, it stinks.
My spouse (who teaches music history): "I need to find a postal meter so I can grade these term papers."
Autocorrect Saga: Episode #1 I was sending a message of gratitude to an acquaintance this evening and my phone auto-corrected the word "Wunderbar!" to "Underwear!" I'm sure glad I read the message before I hit 'send.'
I almost choked and died today. As I was eating my lunch, Emily was testing out popular styles to find the best option for singing Samuel Barber's "O Boundless Boundless Evening." I was doing okay until she landed on hardcore... Continue Reading →
Robert: "What is it with cats? They crawl onto your lap and slap at you when they want to be petted or get a belly rub. And what do we do? We pet them - after they slap us! If... Continue Reading →
Wow. Post vax update: I was feeling okay-ish yesterday afternoon for a couple of hours, but then got slammed pretty hard for round two of chills, fever, and noodle-legs. Went home, took Ibuprofen, and crashed. That was around 8 pm... Continue Reading →
PRACTICE FOR YOUR NEXT DRIVE-THRU VISIT! My spouse hates pickles. So, whenever he orders a burger, he either says "Ketchup and mustard only" or "no pickles." Simple right? Wrong. Nine times out of every 10, he ends up with mustard... Continue Reading →
If anyone needs help forgetting stuff today, let me know. I can help. I am a pro. mask office keys scores reading glasses lunch deodorant phone umbrella brain
Bethany got new shoes yesterday and was so excited, she literally test drove them (walking the floor), until 4 a.m. This is life with autism, people. Sometimes ya just gotta say "Screw it. We're sleepin' in."
It always astounds me that people take time from their busy lives to send me kind words about a performance I've conducted. What astounds me even more is the high percentage of those that comment specifically on my bouncy hair... Continue Reading →
Me: "Hey, my vaccine is next week!" Robert: "Is that a TV show?" Me: "My my, we are witty today, aren't we?" Robert: (hands me his coat) "Would you hold this for a second?" Me: (holds coat for one second,... Continue Reading →
Robert: (walking through the living room) "There's a potato chip on the floor." Me: "Well, you know what they say: 'When the chips are down...'" Robert: "When the chips are down, it's time to clean up!" Duly noted.
Autistic people sometimes get "stuck" on an idea for months at a time. This can become exhausting for friends and family, but it can also result in some amusing situations. For some reason, I was reminded this morning of Bethany's... Continue Reading →
Emily: (practicing some really high fast crazy syllabic Schubert Lieder) "Das lthfgrschdtzung...." (whatever...you get the idea...) Bethany: (joining in song) "Oo Ee Oo Ah Ah, Ting Tang Walla-Walla Bing Bang!" Emily: (cracking up) "Me too, Beth. Me too!"
My spouse just informed me that I'll be in the next Covid vaccine age group! Of course, he also snarkily informed me that he will be too young for that group and will have to wait at least one more... Continue Reading →
Me: Weren't those pork chops great? Bethany: Yeah! They were big and juicy! Me: Dad sure does make a good pork chop. Bethany: Don't be silly. Dad's not a pork chop. He's a human. Me: Well, that's true. I stand... Continue Reading →
Bethany: "Emily's lungs get really loud when she sings like an opera singer."
Remembering my friend Jody Nagel (1960-2021) with a goofy story that also involved Vaughn Bryner: Vaughn and I were students in Jody's Finale Notation program class for grad students at Ball State University the semester I was pregnant with my... Continue Reading →
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