Works in Progress

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 →

Laundry Day at the Lynn House: As I was carrying my full basket of laundry upstairs, I nearly tripped over Robert's full basket of laundry on the landing. Me: "What the heck, buddy! You tryna kill me with this pile... Continue Reading →

After working all weekend, I decided not to go to my office today. My afternoon went like this -- Robert: "You can't sit there. Move!" "Don't be an asshole." "I need to put my arm there." "I can't pet you... Continue Reading →

Sometimes, when I'm feeling extra creative I journal like Shakespeare: Whereupon I devoured a considerable helping of microwavable chimichangas at luncheon, I seem lacking in my ability to stave off those drooping lids which seek to shroud the limpid pools... Continue Reading →

Bedtime at the Lynn house on Friday -- Bethany: (comes out of her room singing) "Ta-ra-ra-BOOM- dee-ay!" (Spoken) "Hey mom, I'm ready for my bedtime pill!" Me: "My goodness, you are in a spunky mood." Bethany: (filling a glass with... Continue Reading →

By some bizarre misaligning of the planets, we seem to be out of Ranch dressing.

Just realized I forgot to brush my hair yesterday. So, if any of you Wabash County Gen X-ers are wondering where the 80s punk show is: Sorry, that was just me.