Ahem. I feel I must inform you all that it is my birthday *month.* That's right. Month. I've moved on from one day to an entire month of celebrating me, Me, ME!

This evening the Trav man left me a voice mail with a very quick hellwo and immediately launched into, "I didn't get to hug you today. Miss you. We want you to come here. I cannot hug you for a while. Well...bye." Omigod. My heart. That message made my entire day. I love his little cute self so much. Must visit the nephew soon.

Tonight went to friend's house to watch episodes of Ghost Hunters, drink wine, eat yummy treats, and chat with the lovely ladies. It was a creepy good time. I'm fascinated by Ghost Hunters and always have been interested in the paranormal in general, but I grew increasingly so after my experience at the Harvard Exit a couple of years ago. I may have shared about this before. It's my favorite theater, but it has weirdness. I was alone in the second floor bathroom and, within a few moments of being alone, I started to feel a strange, oppressive energy that basically chased me out of room. At first, when it was happening, I tried to understand what it was about, but then I went with, "Ok, I'm leaving" and bolted.

I admire the courage of the Ghost Hunters. I always think I'd like to go on a ghost hunting expedition, but I know I'd really struggle with walking around and hanging out for hours on end in dark rooms that might be haunted. I feel sort of No Thanks about that. Anyway, I left my friend's house feeling a bit freaked out, and then I arrived home (darting into my dark apartment) to see Ghost Hunters International listed on the cable menu, so naturally I watched. I'll be sleeping with the lights on tonight! Now I'm watching Sex and the City to get my mind into a feeling alright state before even attempting to rest.

Today in class we discussed the concept of "refrigerator mothers." Basically, back in the day as recent as the 1970s, it was acceptable practice to blame autism on mothers for being emotionally cold. Harumph. This blows my mind. As my instructor said, often mothers of autistic children were a bit messed up emotionally after dealing with unexplainable rejecting behavior from their babies (not being able to calm them, arching bodies away from physical contact, etc). Not to blame the kids at all, of course, but it's very odd to me that medicine would go with "cold" parenting, particularly the mothers, as the cause of autism. And, even if parenting had something to do with it, what real evidence was there that it's the primary reason? I just don't get it, but I love learning this stuff. I'm really enjoying my class overall. The instructor is a fantastic lecturer.

This is pretty much how I feel about Facebook. POOOOOOOOOOOKE! Confirm or ignore?



Yeah. Now I guess I'm supposed to be coming up with 25 Random Things about me to post. We'll see.