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Me: Josh, I asked 
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I received three clear tubes which fit on the end of a pencil. To be honest, Jonathan wanted nothing to do with them. I'm not totally surprised. He's not 
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I assured him, "I'll be fine. I'll call Dr. Tiralla this morning, he'll make me come in to monitor the baby and then he'll send me home like he always does."

Scott reluctantly got up and departed for BWI for
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Shhh! I'm still officially on Spring Break. But before I left, I agreed to review a book written by a mother of a son with autism as part of a Blog Tour from April 1 to 7. Since I never have a chance to read anymore, my break was a perfect time to settle down with this book. I'll be back Monday. In the meantime, I want to kick off National Autism Awareness Month this book review.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pFRSV9TWjw_Zmg6FSWwVZSusJxY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pFRSV9TWjw_Zmg6FSWwVZSusJxY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JustBecauseMyPickleTalksDoesntMakeMeAnIdiot/~4/XwbcqW3NPhU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mypickletalksautism.com/2010/04/autsim-and-alleluias-kicking-off-autism.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766299481052547305.post-1538051147961912593</id><published>2010-03-26T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:29:39.756-04:00</updated><title type="text">Spring Break at Busch Gardens Williamsburg</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.mypickletalksautism.com/feeds/1538051147961912593/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766299481052547305&amp;postID=1538051147961912593&amp;isPopup=true" title="27 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766299481052547305/posts/default/1538051147961912593" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766299481052547305/posts/default/1538051147961912593" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JustBecauseMyPickleTalksDoesntMakeMeAnIdiot/~3/1oJ1geIS018/spring-break-at-busch-gardens.html" title="Spring Break at Busch Gardens Williamsburg" /><author><name>Corrie Howe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107352260276921770</uri><email>corrie@mypickletalksautism.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14199363488394260688" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PwOFTyHR1fg/S6y8jOsXm2I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/kLsHWdVp1vY/s72-c/Vynka.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>27</thr:total><content type="html">I know it is Spring time when I drive up my driveway and see purple flowers blooming from my vinca minor. How can I be so in love with a small purple bloom from wild ground cover? I don't know, but my dream is to have it growing down both sides of my driveway someday in future. Although it grows wild once it is planted, I have to harvest it from my mom's neighborhood and plant it one vine at a 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RqQGkgeBpTvXDoQva7mudzKcqJI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RqQGkgeBpTvXDoQva7mudzKcqJI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JustBecauseMyPickleTalksDoesntMakeMeAnIdiot/~4/1oJ1geIS018" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mypickletalksautism.com/2010/03/spring-break-at-busch-gardens.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766299481052547305.post-2388258330638182814</id><published>2010-03-25T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T12:29:23.190-04:00</updated><title type="text">Homework Battles and Campaigning</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.mypickletalksautism.com/feeds/2388258330638182814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766299481052547305&amp;postID=2388258330638182814&amp;isPopup=true" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766299481052547305/posts/default/2388258330638182814" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766299481052547305/posts/default/2388258330638182814" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JustBecauseMyPickleTalksDoesntMakeMeAnIdiot/~3/8JaMWQt9igQ/homework-battles-and-campaigning.html" title="Homework Battles and Campaigning" /><author><name>Corrie Howe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107352260276921770</uri><email>corrie@mypickletalksautism.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14199363488394260688" /></author><thr:total>15</thr:total><content type="html">The last two weeks Jonathan didn't have homework because Maryland public schools administer the Maryland State Assessments (MSA) - you know, the report cards on how well the teachers and schools are teaching our children. 

Jonathan: We don't have homework the next two weeks  because of MSAs.
Me: This is yet another proof that God is good!
Jonathan: What!?!? God doesn't give MSAs!
Me: No, not 
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Back when I worked for a company (as opposed to work for my family or myself), I had an incredible opportunity to work for my hero. I will treasure those two years for the rest
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Last week a quite conversation between husband and wife was disrupted by a hysterical Faith who 
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D
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Let me tell you what's going on in my real life 
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T
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Just 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/msO9o4Sa5qvKe7ngz1MzKGxd1cs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/msO9o4Sa5qvKe7ngz1MzKGxd1cs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JustBecauseMyPickleTalksDoesntMakeMeAnIdiot/~4/BKZgUgkX2VY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mypickletalksautism.com/2010/03/supportive-blog-friends-success-attemp.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8766299481052547305.post-6457165923928465139</id><published>2010-03-11T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:15:12.760-05:00</updated><title type="text">Stay At Home Mom Returning To Work -Reclaiming An Identity</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.mypickletalksautism.com/feeds/6457165923928465139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8766299481052547305&amp;postID=6457165923928465139&amp;isPopup=true" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766299481052547305/posts/default/6457165923928465139" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8766299481052547305/posts/default/6457165923928465139" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JustBecauseMyPickleTalksDoesntMakeMeAnIdiot/~3/gHcPwUdLcMY/stay-at-home-mom-returning-to-work.html" title="Stay At Home Mom Returning To Work -Reclaiming An Identity" /><author><name>Corrie Howe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02107352260276921770</uri><email>corrie@mypickletalksautism.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14199363488394260688" /></author><thr:total>19</thr:total><content type="html">I used to be a person with an identity. Now I'm not a person and my identity is tied to my  husband. Nothing brought this reality home faster than applying for a signature loan.

Let me back up. Before I married Scott a decade and a half ago, I was somebody. I had my own credit history. I owned my home. In fact, I had owned two different homes. I had an excellent job. I worked directly for a 
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This lovely and very 
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They are holding a camp in Baltimore, Maryland Saturday. I'm driving up today. This is the kind of camping I love. I'm sleeping in a premier hotel, eating flounder stuffed with crab (I'm not eating
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First, "Just Because My Pickle Talks Doesn't Make Me An Idiot" is a phrase my son, Jonathan, used to say when he was a preschooler. He has Asperger's Syndrome, which is a high functioning form of autism. He has this diagnosis because he has issues with language and social skills.

No one knew what Jonathan was 
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Imagine how thrilled I am to be noticed by The Man! I won't even hold it against him that he called me "ma'am". What am I, his mother? Okay
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The above picture is a typical sight for people with autism, at least those who have" hyper-sensitivity" (over sensitive) to noises. This picture happens to be at Disney World during the 
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As a result of his sports knowledge, especially in all things football, Scott often calls the play by play during sports, like Al Michaels. In fact, Scott will say a split 
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Our family lives in Maryland, one of the original established colonies from England. In fact, we live about 40 minutes from St. Mary's City. Englishman Leonard Calvert and about
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