Life is like a wild blueberry bush...ya never know where you are gonna find one.Life imitates art, artists imitate each other.
Especially cubists. Or rabid Beatles fans. Give peas a chance!
Life is what happens while you are busy tryin' to raise the bills and pay the kids. Or something like that.
Life is a journey, one usually travelled by Bumper Car...and I seem to have gotten the one with the ineffective steering wheel.
Raising a child with Autistic Spectrum Disorder is not a political thing. Lobbying is not a parenting skill. Political action meetings will not bring rest, order, and sanity to your home...if it puts your mind at ease, perhaps your mind is on the wrong stuff.
I have learned that I know nothing, really. And neither does anyone else. If they say they do, run. Run away. Especially if it is me doing the saying.
I hate equipment. In a very real and legally binding way. I hate not knowing how things work, because then when they cease to work, I have no idea how to make the working start again. Like computers. And coffee roasters. Ya know, the important stuff.
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