As for my being a math genius- no, not at all. I just notice little details. I have CDO. It’s like OCD, but with the letters in alphabetical order like they should be. And you’d be surprised how many people think I’m absolutely serious when I say that.

I do tend to notice mathematical oddities that are rarely of any use, and I sometimes pick up on patterns that I can’t figure out. It took me years before I realized that my preference of certain volume settings on the TV over others without regard to the actual sound was due to whether or not it was a prime number.

And jonny: I am praying for Maria (forgot to tell you). And “sweet nothing” messages took me by surprise, but I love them!

He was. Plus he truly didn’t get me at the time. He only accepted my autism a few years ago. Up til then he often thought I was playing some sort of game with him, and others. as a neuro-typical child/person. My working things out in the head abilities seem to take more time than others as a result of the autism as well.

And Gramma Jac, ‘sweet nothing’ messages ROCK !!! = )

I’m OK with math and figures, but slow. I should probably have a complex, though. My dad, a math genius by many peoples account, would scream and yell at me and go into detail about how idiotically stupid I was as a kid when helping me with my math homework and I didn’t get something the way he was pointing it out, or get it in time.

On St. Patrick’s Day this year, my granddaughter and her friend decided to go to a friends house after work—-it was around 10 pm. About 10:30, we got a call from her—-she’d been in an accident. Her car was totaled. A drunk had run her car off the expressway, she lost control going 70 m.p.h. and flew over a ditch and a barbed wire fence, and landed on a service road below. Miraculously (as reported by the police) they lived through it! The drunk driver got away. And I started crying……..not because she and her sweet friend nearly were killed, I’m deeply ashamed to admit, but because all I could think of was now I have to deal with the insurance company, make countless calls, answer countless questions on countless forms, and come up with all kinds of figures that I don’t understand or care about! And then they’re going to unceremoniously drop us and I’ll have to find another insurance company with their pencil-pushing, numbers-and-stats-obsessed evil robots! And it’s gonna make me want to barf. And that’s where I am now……in this nightmare of numbers. Pray for me, Friends! Please!

OK, can’t resist–
Favorite blonde joke (From a dishwater blonde–at least I once was!): Two blonds are driving down the road. The driver says to the other one–“Stick your head out the window and see if my blinker is working.” The passenger does as she’s asked and says “Yes it is. No it isn’t. Yes it is,….”

Gramma Jac: Dang. Russ and I could sure use a husband like that.

Bill Strebler: You crazy Strebler, you– I bet you ARE a math genius! But as a favor to me, please tell your tall blonde that I wanted her to make sure to notice that you… spelled BLONDE wrong!

And stereotypes usually exist for a reason? I would expect a blond to say that!

So, highing your five, sister!

Oh and SFloria–he pretty much handles “those kind” of phone calls too. (Maybe I should rent him out!)

He’s not perfect tho’–he panics about the bells and whistles on his (very basic) cell phone! (Tho’ he does text me sweet nothings!) And neither of us can figure out the TV/DVD player remotes–our youngest is graduating and then we’ll never be able to watch a movie again!