I got the following e-mail this morning:

Autism Every Day is a new film produced by Lauren Thierry and Jim Watkins of October Group and Eric Solomon of Milestone Video. The film was screened at A New Decade for Autism, http://tinyurl.com/j7qsm , a fundraising event held May 9, 2006 in New York City, and subsequently broadcast by Don Imus on his show on MSNBC.

http://www.autismspeaks.org/sponsoredevents/autism_every_day.php

Click on the link to watch a 13 minute documentary on autism. It is a painfully accurate description of what life with autism is like. Sadly, these are not extreme cases; this is the norm.

What I am reading: Nothing at the moment. I just spent all my birthday money on Amazon though, so I should have plenty to read for a very long time (how boring am I to spend all my money on books? and music?)
What I am listening to: The Police - Every Breathe You Take (The Singles)

Truth in Advertising

A member of the bitch posse has decided that she would like to get back in the dating game, so of course, she headed on over to Match.com and signed herself up.

Now, I, for one, am still completely skeptical about internet dating. I just don't believe that sane people advertise themselves that way. Crazy people hang out on the web! Of course, crazy people hang out everywhere and are, in general, hard to avoid. The problem is that for most people my age this is the easiest way to meet someone. And, admittedly I know several people (more than I care to admit, actually) that have met the love of their lives on an online dating service. But, I digress. I guess my main issue is the way that people present themselves. I'm thinking that when you write your profile you could just skip all the bullshit and be completely honest.

For example, it's nice that you like puppies and kids and pina coladas and getting caught in the rain. Its also lovely that you like to "work hard and play harder", but as my friend and I were going through the listings to find a viable option I kept wondering, but what is this guy like. Of course this has inspired me to write my own completely honest personal ad:

Slightly moody, cynical single mother looking for someone that is not looking for a soulmate (I have issues with committment and I have no plans on starting out a relationship talking about all eternity. We can revisit the topic after we've known each other for a few decades). I have my own money (seriously, I am a hundredaire) and am independent. I am also selfish, judgemental and perhaps a closet submissive. My child is the center of my universe, so if you don’t feel like being #2, don’t even bother. If you are a drug addict or a political conservative you should stop reading now and move on. I try to be 100% honest all of the time; however, I can not help but lie about the following items:

1. I will tell you that I do not believe in fast food, but I secretly eat at Taco Bell once a week. This is the first time since college that I have admitted this and I never will again.
2. I will tell you that I don’t watch a lot of TV; in reality the TV is on at my house all the time and I will “occasionally” glance at it.

I like to travel and read ("read" is code for watch TV. Sometimes.) and drink coffee. I prefer to stay home versus go out (unless I am taking my son somewhere), however, I am good for at least one night of inappropriate table dancing per year. I love to cook, I love to eat, I hate vacuuming and I hate dusting even more. There is a pretty good chance that I will start fights with you about stupid shit. On a lighter note I am not passive aggressive, so if you piss me off I'll always tell you what you did. Clearly, I am your dream girl.

The more I think about this the more I want to post this on a dating website just to see if I get any responses. It could be fun. (Or disastrous?)

What I am reading: New Jersey Student Advocacy Newsletter
What I am listening to: Zero 7 - Simple Things. Zero 7 is like old reliable. I can always go back to their CDs and never tire of them.

How Tom Cruise has infected my life

Media saturation of Tom Cruise has got to stop! I turn on the television, he's there. I open the paper, he's there. I get on the interweb, he's there. Its killing me, and this is why: I have dreamt about this man 2 days in a row and all I feel is dirty.

2 days ago I dreamt of him coming over with John Travolta (who, by the way was dressed as Vincent Vega. I kept asking him where Jules Winfield was, but he totally ignored me. I was kind of sad about that because it would have been pretty cool to meet Samuel L. Jackson. But, you know, Snakes on a Plane or whatever). So, anyway, he wanted to spirit Mr. Little Man away to cure him of his autism, because apparently Scientology does that with vitamins. He kept saying, "We have the technology. We can rebuild him" and the entire time he was giving me this spiel the theme from The Six Million Dollar Man played in the background. And yes, I was totally sober when I went to bed.

Then last night, he brought Katie, or Kate, or whatever her name is. This time I tried to shut the door in their faces, but they kept looking in all the windows and trying to talk to me about Xenu and auditing and clearing myself. Tom even went so far as to say that I was being glib and uneducated. Again, creepy and again, sober.

What I am reading: When my Autism Gets too Big - Kari Dunn Buron. It is a relaxtion book for kids with autism. We have had a rough couple of days and it has gotten to the point where it has become difficult to leave the house.
What I am listening to: Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado feat. Timbaland.

Happy Birthday Baby!

My Mr. Little Man turns 4 years old today. I do not feel like 4 years have passed; I feel like I just brought him home from the hospital.

To celebrate we are going to have his favorite meal (dry buckwheat pancakes) and take a trip to Toys 'R Us, where we will be in the Thomas the Tank Engine aisle at precisely 5:54 pm, the time of his birth.

What I am reading: I finally (FINALLY!!) finished The Black Dahlia. The entire time I was reading it I kept getting an L. A. Confidential vibe and it took me a while to realize it was by the same author. Mental deficieny strikes again!
What I am listening to: Leela James - A Change Is Gonna Come