My First Valentine's Party

Don't really know quite how I feel about Valentine's Day yet, as a school activity anyway. The tables were laden with cupcakes, thick with frosting, and pizza. And, of course, there was candy. It was all fun and games, but not really my slice of pie, or cupcake, if you know what I mean.

It was fun getting stuff and giving stuff away. I gave out Valentines with stickers or tattoos, one of the two. I wasn't really down with the candy thing. There's so much more to this world than food, people, seriously. What's the preoccupation with putting stuff in your mouth to eat it? Have a tube put in and eat like the rest of us geniuses.

Now, with that said, I have a picture of my Valentine's Day haul. Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. Although, I don't know what I'll do with all the candy. I bet Mama and Dada will help out.



Got stuff from my teachers, Miss Marie, Miss Madonna, and Miss Carmen, and from my tablemates, Jeramy, J.J., and Ava, as well as all the other kids in our room.

And of course, we had a Valentine's celebration at home. I especially liked the stuffed weiner dog we got for Mama that sings "Hot Stuff" when you press its paw. There was other stuff, too, like Sees Chocolates, a movie, and a letter from Dada to Mama that I wasn't allowed to read. Mama was totally blown away. Dada is good at that. Gonna have to keep some good notes on how he does it so I can capitalize later with the ladies. Don't know if I'll ever find one as good as my Mama, though.

Gotta, run. Choa for now, my peeps.

Hunter out.

My School

Just thought I'd give you a look at my new school. I started going five days a week on December 29, 2008. It's not much to look at and probably won't get any better since Governor Terminator just cut 3% from the budget for the agencies responsible for helping Kids with Disabilities and is requiring those same agencies to cut an additional $100 million dollars by September or he'll take another 7.1% from the budget, which could mean the school I go to will no longer have the money it needs to help kids like me.


So, anyways, here's my school. It's called The Lynn Center (I don't know why, but I'm sure there's a reason).


It's a pretty neat place, old and it smells funny sometimes, but the teachers and assistants are nice. My classroom is all the way in the back, so you can't really see it in the picture. At lunch time I sit at my table and read books while the other kids eat lunch. Still not a big eater, not really even a smaller, occassional eater either. Eater either? Ha! That sounds kinda funny. Eater either. Eater Either. Eather Either. That is funny!

And, since I'm on the topic of school, here's some of the things they've had me do. It's all relatively simple stuff, but they won't teach me math yet (even though I can add and subtract just fine) and I'm kinda on my own with the reading thing, although my teacher has been helping me there since my Dad told her I'd started kinda experimenting with it on my own. I like books. Really like books.

So, top three projects so far:




They're really big into the glitter thing, glitter and glue. Glue kinda freaks me out. Well, really it's anything sticky and wet that I have to touch with my hands. But I'm adjusting well. Gonna have to cause sticky is like 95% of the stuff we do at school.

Anyway, gotta run for now my peeps. Be excellent to each other and we'll party again soon.

Hunter

Beware the Friendly Raccoon!

It was an unusually quiet night, the rain falling slow but steady. I had just been released from my rocking chair after a warm meal of Kid's Essentials Boost and Cheetos and my Mama was getting the house squared away for nighttime. Dada was out at the store.

Ready to feed our cat, Sasha, I heard Mama open the door to the garage and ran for the back of the house where I knew I'd find her. But while hurrying to get there before the door closed behind her, I heard Mama start to yell. Something was in the garage that wasn't suppose to be there.

Hesitating at the corner going into the family room, waiting for Mama to sort out the situation, I heard the door to the garage slam shut. When Mama came back into the family room, she was on the phone and talking to Dada.

The only word I was sure about in her frantic pleas for Dada to return home to assist her was 'Raccoon'.

I thought to myself, 'No way! There's a raccoon in the garage! How cool is that?' I made a move for the garage but Mama intercepted me and prevented my involvement in the situation.

Apparently unable to wait for Dada's assistance, she took matters into her own hands and chased the intruder from the garage with a few shouts of 'Get out of here, raccoon.' Not a terribly threatening demand, but coming from my Mama, I'm sure the Raccoon picked up on the 'death-to-you-villain' undertones in her exit command. I would have run from the garage screaming, but the raccoon simply slipped out the cat door and back into the night, or so we thought.

After Mama cleared and secured the garage, she found the Raccoon sitting quietly on the back patio, watching the sliding glass door. When Mama opened the door to warn the stripped critter off a second time, it came right at her, not vicious or snarling as they are sometimes want to do, but like it was a long lost pet coming home for dinner!

Then Dada got home and this is all we have left of the Friendly Raccoon...