The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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Got a love of Roy Orbison from my dad. Remember watching this with him

Springsteen, Elvis Costello, Tom Waits, Tom Petty, K D Lang, Bonnie Raitt, Jennifer Warnes and more ...what more could you ask for

oh yeah T Bone Burnett?, Jackson Browne

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if you remember "the Swedish Chef" you can sing along in another language. . Bork, bork, borrrrrrrrk. . .

Merle

Re: the maths teacher: Yikes.

Impressive musicianship and singing at the Roy Orbison concert. Gotta love the all-star backing trio!

And speaking of Big Os, this is my all-time fave Sesame Street tune, outranking even "C Is For Cookie."

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After an exhaustive review of the research literature, here's the final word on nutrition and health:

1. Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the USA population.

2. Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the USA population.

3. Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than the USA population.

4. Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than the USA population..

5. Germans drink beer and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than the USA population.

CONCLUSION: Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

Our Government Is Trying To Correct This Problem

I saw that. It doth not make this state-funded employee happy. I still have a freaking mortgage, student loans, and utility bills to pay. And I'd like to eat. Minimum wage won't pay my gasoline expense, car insurance to get to work, parking once I get there, and medical copays! I took a "state" job even though it pays like only 2/3rds of a private sector job because 1) I was into public service and 2) it was supposed to be stable with decent benefits.

On the up-side, they are saying it would be "temporary" and that when the budget passes they'll give us back the money they didn't pay while paying the minimum wage part. I'm sure my mortgage company, the fed stu loan folks, and the utilities will be soooo understanding about the delayed/missed payments. (not!)

yeeeaahhhhh sesamstreet

That's hillarious.

well, just back from the Psychologists office and it's official.
I have that unique honor of being a female Aspie.
(well, not unique here, but you know what I mean!)

I am exhausted from the evaluation and the intensive interview. I found the PhD also knows Randy Leary (Timothy's son.) I kept staring at the only bit of color in the room, which was a red/orange price sticker on the back of a stored long table and just told him everything.
He only faltered once. . .the story of my cousins dropping me in the lake and rowing away. I thought he was going to end the interview, but, bless his heart, he soldiered on.
I arrived at 9:00AM and was out of there at 2:00PM. No lunch break, only bathroom breaks, he must have noticed I didn't smoke cigarettes.

I found out those Rorschach tests are now computerized and they just feed in the answers you give and they spit back out what that all means for you. I found out those tests I took years ago that I said "they are so easy to make them say anything you want them to, you just remember what you said 348 questions ago when the question was asked in a different way and answer it the same" and they stared at me blankly. Well, I found out that not everyone can DO that, today. I also aced the "intelligence" test, first time for my PhD he said, that he had that happen. I wanted to tell him to get a harder test, then, what would it matter. If you are wet, you are wet and it doesn't matter if you are waterlogged or just pruney. . .

I questioned that I have ever felt love, and what I have felt was obsession . I found out the meticulous way I do my laundry, the way I clean my floors and bath and kitchen is all ritual. I told him I thought it was because I needed to remember what to do next. He said I probably knew what to do next, being intelligent and all, I just was compelled to do it in a specific way, and couldn't leave it half done ( I wanted to say if I couldn't do it right I didn't want to do it at all, but I figured out that was even more of an indicator I was ritual bound, and I didn't even MENTION I had wanted to be a nun ( I was raised Methodist) because I loved the rituals.. . )

I had to sign off on a release to release the official diagnosis to myself. I am going to get a little Medic Alert bracelet that says " I am autistic, give me a moment to collect myself and I will be right with you" or some such. I suppose what I feel is relief, but then, this only confirms what I realized back in October of 2006, the moment I first heard the description of AS.

ZZZZzzzzzzz . . . . .stick a fork in me. . . I am done for the day

Merle

Congrats on making it through the process Merle. I'm sure it was emotionally exhausting for you. It's must be nice to have certified confirmation.

(((((Merle))))) sleep well my rare friend

Self-knowledge is good. Official confirmation is even better.

Onya Merle.

Yea Merle! An aspie! Who would have guessed?

((((Merle))))

Merle? Naaaaaaa.....

congratulations/condolences, whichever fits, merle.

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guess what UPS did to us again yesterday?

Congratulations! Doesn't it feel good to realize that your intuition and self-evaluation were correct? (And it sure explains a lot of things that didn't quite make sense as we grew into who we are! ) Thank goodness for all of the observant people who figured out that there was a certain pattern to us Aspies. I sure didn't see it, and I doubt I would have ever figured it out without their help. Thought I was normal. Well, aberrantly normal. Plus weird. (What a brane I are.)

It probably won't be long before they know the definite biological/chemical reason(s) for our neurological difference, and figure out a definitive test or marker for people in the spectrum.

...or, they will instead agree that all of this "hooha" is nothing but a hoax, a made-up fad, an error, and a figment of our imaginations (and the imaginations of mental "disorder" experts), as many now purport.

(I sure will feel foolish, because this "hoax" feels an awful lot like reality to me! What a gull-i-bull! I've swallowed it hooks and all! )

so, the other day I was scootering down 5th Street and made the turn onto Jefferson. Some guy was walking up the walk to the blue house on the corner and an excited woman came out of the blue house and shook his hand and asked if he were "Jack" and he said he was. I also noticed one of those little magnetic signs on the side of 'Jack's' truck that said "Excavating" but I was rounding the corner and was soon pushing my scooter up to my door and forgot about it.

About a week ago, there was the house. . .up on pallets of some sort.. four of them and the house hoisted up in the air! Wow, I thought they were going to move the house, they had erected a chain link fence around the property with a big gate on the Jefferson street side. It was up there for a week or more. One day, as I was rounding that corner I saw the excavation going on. I guessed they were not going to move it, but to make a basement under it There were air conditioners in the windows, curtains on the windows and they had not moved out. . .bicycles in the back by the shed. I don't know how they continued to put pallets under it but the excavation under the house was about 10 to 12 feet deep and the little bobcat digger was moving between the pallets under the house. I couldn't help but think what a delicate job that must be. Later that night I dreamed of a blue house with a bobcat backing into the stack of pallets it was on. But I also dreamed about little kitties harnessed to an honest to god Roman chariot zooming around up in the clouds, so I didn't think any thing of it.

I came home from grocery shopping. . I wasn't gone but about 45 minutes and came zooming down the street, going to round that corner and there were a LOT of cars on that back street with people standing around on cell phones. . .as I slowed down with the unusual traffic I looked at the blue house, half of it was crashed down into the excavation and the other half was sorta twisted around with windows shattered, siding popped off and half way across the street, sofas and chairs hanging out the windows on the down side, just a horrible horrible scene. I scooted on to my apartment (kitty-cornered across the street) and put away the frozen foods and put up my bike and walked the 500 yards to the house.

The news crews were out there, filming and I recognized the local nightly news anchor talking to the guys in the blue shirts that said City of Salem, I saw "Jack" he showed up as I was standing there, trying to be out of the way but with my new DX I knew I could now officially gawk like the geek I am I heard someone say there was no one hurt I mentally thanked G-d for that! I am back in my apartment, now, of course, but the depth of horrified at such

So. . .I am looking for that Roman Chariot hooked up to those kitties flying around in the sky any day now!

Merle

Wow! I have felt exactly the same way about what I do. I walk around the house to find out what I need to do next. I put things in piles so that I can do them in the right order. It is VERY hard to do something when it isn't set up that way. Especially if it is not something that engages my "over-focusing". I have NEVER thought of all that as a ritual, although I really like all the things that are normally called rituals.

I feel like it is just like the story of Einstein. He fussed at the ticket taker on the train when the ticket taker said he didn't need to see Einstein's ticket. (The ticket taker recognized the famous man and assumed he wasn't trying to get a free ride.) Einstein said something like "It is NOT alright that I can't find the ticket! If I can't find the ticket, I won't know where to get off the train!!"

If the world doesn't give me cues, I won't know what to do next. It is part of the reason (maybe the biggest reason) that I seldom lie.

So now it is a RITUAL. I'll have to think about that a while!

Oh! Typical aspie congratulations! (I think a socially aware mind would have put congrats up front)

Nada, nada, yadda, yadda,
Skeeterhawk