One of the semi-regular things I want to post on here are conversations with my imaginary boyfriend, that masculine figure of my imagination who is wonderfully kind and nerdy. Today my imagination took us here:
Me: Want to take a walk in empty buildings and look for change in vending machines?
Imaginary Boyfriend: Sure!
Friday, November 28, 2008
Nice and Squishy
I am a speech pathologist working with an awesome 7-year-old kid who has moderately severe autism. He has given me some of the best compliments I've ever received, including: "You have good hair," "You have dimples just like me," and a recent favorite, "You look nice and squishy." Umm, thanks? This compliment challenged me because it was so sincere, but being "squishy" just hasn't been one of my goals in life. I fight the squish! But he said "nice and squishy," not fat and squishy or gross and squishy. An honest compliment, and after some thought, I happily accept it.
This kid is great. I'm not supposed to say it or admit it even to myself, but he's kind of my favorite.
This kid is great. I'm not supposed to say it or admit it even to myself, but he's kind of my favorite.
Intro-Smintro
Welcome! First post, and a reminder to myself of the purpose of this blog:
*Share internety things (frugal living, health, boingboing.net, craftiness)
*Semi-regular posts (imaginary boyfriend conversations, nerdiest thing of the day, speech path tips and tricks)
*Share internety things (frugal living, health, boingboing.net, craftiness)
*Semi-regular posts (imaginary boyfriend conversations, nerdiest thing of the day, speech path tips and tricks)
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