Gale was here!

*huggles* Man, I love Gale-y. She's like my big sister, except, unlike Jenn, she can't scare people. And yet, oddly, she works for the Department of Defense (I think). Somebody there has her head screwed on right. So we talked, and we cuddled Ana, and we moved away from the crazy-loud mothers, hers and ours (mine and Jenn's), and we all got to hear about how I'm so very much like Gale and how everybody kept saying that even before we had paper diagnoses of AS, the two of us... well, I don't, but that's because I'm a lazy fuck and don't remember to get things in writing. And Gale got a long-ass lecture on "you need to go to bed" and eye contact. Let's see. Crosscountry trip, wedding tomorrow (not hers), she's with family and friends-like-family, and she's getting lectured. I don't care what Miss Barbara says, but as for my mom, I wanted to scream. Gale! Adult! Makes own decisions! URG!!!!!!

Oh well. We had Sri Lankan food. And hugged. And talked. Did I mention I love my family?

Autistics.org offered to post some of my journal entries...

And I'm all flattered now. It does occur to me that the Michelle Dawson situation (hate that word!) has taken up quite a few of my recent posts, and may take up more, so I thought I might make a special friends group for autistic-related stuff. If you want to opt out of this group, now is your chance. And I might not go ahead with this group anyway, so don't get your hopes up.

I don't mind anything here being posted, but much of it isn't relevant, some of it, in fact, really ought to be deleted from my memories.... the whole thing needs to be cleared out. So, I have a list of MY favorite entries ( here )

Oh, and nobody minds the icon, right?

(edit) Oh, and on the name-thing, I did say in my reply to the post, but either Uly or Connie Baker is fine. I like Uly but my actual name sounds better in that it's an actual name. I draw the line at my full name (Constance Evangeline Baker) though. That sounds impressive but entirely too hifalutin'.

And my completely irrevelent thought of the moment:

Is it just me, or does the phrase "would you do it for a scooby snack" sound completely and totally kinky? I mean, we know scooby snack = special brownie, but are we sure there wasn't some scooby/velma love going on? It just sounds wrong. *wanders off to bed*

Night all! Djusk' a!