Went to post office…..

Went to post office…..

Saw this dude with this truck…and he saw me take a picture so he, Joey, asked if i wanted to try one.

This is made from bird spit.

He said to dreenk it cold…and that it is gelatinous and smells like oatmeal.

Sound off, G+….Wut is this, have you had it, will I die?

Also: To the crazy nasty impatient bitch in line ahead of me shipping shoes worth, so you claimed, “1000 dollars”….

You don’t gotta be so snotty and mean to the clerk helping you…Shit, IMMA SHARK and I’d never be that rude, like EVER.

YOU are the reason some postal workers wanna stab the general public. Try being nicer, bet it goes better for you.

p.s. the shoes you had on were ass-ugly.

Skip this post if you aren’t wanting to hear something a bit more sober.

Skip this post if you aren’t wanting to hear something a bit more sober.

We joke, I joke, frequently about aspergers/autism, ADHD…my sense of humor, our family having a sense of humor helps us deal.

It’s not for everyone, and I get and even understand that. It’s how we do it here.

Sometimes watching the teenage sharkling battle and struggle with his brain, how it “is” and the things he can’t do smoothly, without incident, is as a parent shark….

Well, painful.

He will always have that brain. He will, like me, always be on the spectrum and learn to make his accomplishments outweigh his limitations.

He fails, and I let him….he is expected to fix/recover, and adapt.

No whining allowed, no excuses for “but I have aspergers/ADHD so i can’t….”

Kindness, civility, self reliance…we pattern, show, ARE these here.

But fuck…some days it’s hard as Hell not to rescue him…He looping…he’s muttering. He’s ON ABOUT IT AND beating himself up…and trying NOT to do that as well.

Guess who is walking back in the rain for the second bag of groceries he left behind?

It’s parenting. As I work here, finishing up a job,

I sent him out with a fin slap on the back, and ‘it’s no big deal”….

But that face. That face.