Tim Keller, Vaccines and We're All Gonna Die

Granted that I actually WANTED to, and God said, "you can trade places with any other parent who has a child with autism", THIS is who I would pick to be. (And because I am not her, imagine my "THIS" as a special highlighted word that you could click on to go the link...because I am not her, click on this: http://adventuresinautism.blogspot.com/2008/06/age-of-arrogance-or-we-are-all-going-to.html )

She also has a wonderful series of posts called "Autism in God's Economy" that I have wanted to mention before. You can just go to her home page and you will see it on there somewhere


Not to mention that her blog title is SO much cooler than mine....

PS UPDATE: I was just looking at comments and happened to see that I put the wrong form of "there" in the next to last part. ARGHHHH, I never do that. I mean I do it, but I always catch it. Alex is OCD about things like that, but it really bugs me too. I apologize for any torment I caused anyone other than myself.

Also, you can't click on the link...I guess you will have to copy and paste. I have probably tormented the other half of you by lack of blog savvy. Sorry.

The story of my life

Report cards do not end when you leave school. Here are some comments that I have received in the last two weeks:

From Daniel's teacher on his take home folder...

1. "Daniel's shoes seem to be too small. His toes are pushing the end...(she was right...they were shoes from last year)

2. "Please bring a towel for swim days...Daniel needs a way to dry off."

3. "If you are going to be late, please call us and let us know so we can meet you at the door...it messes up his day to not be in the routine."

4. "As you may remember from before, Daniel has an issue with taking his shirt off for swim time...please pack an extra shirt."

From Lainey...

1. "We haven't been outside for 100 days because you can't keep the fleas off of Fletch."

2. "Tomorow someone is coming to clean our house. If you can't keep your house clean then you need to get organized. And if you can't get organized you have to get someone to help you."

From Daniel....

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" (or whatever the letters and punctuation you would type for high pitched angry screaming). Translation: "I am completely ticked off that my life is not organized and predictable. What was God thinking to give such an unorganized mom a child who desperately needs life to be predictable?"

My thoughts exactly, buddy. :)