Or should that be social media-ite? I've already well-documented Audrey's love of texting and her outreach efforts to include both kitties and cats in the social-media-osphere. But texting isn't the only social media that she's dabbled in.
A while ago, she took to posting entries to my Facebook page...mostly random links to strange cartoons. I didn't discover her posts until well after the fact, and thought it was awesome that none of my friends had commented. They were just sitting there meeting radio silence. C'mon, not even one "like"? Once I let everyone know that they were Audrey's posts, she finally got some Facebook love:
Then this week I caught her composing a tweet on my Twitter page...
on tuesday i have fun at school again today and i said goodbye to the tv and at the funeral home i said goodbye to the roses this time and i said bye to everythingShe's big on bitching about "goodbyes" lately, where goodbye = transition that I did not want to make. Only Audrey would not want to say goodbye to a funeral home. Hell, only Audrey could even spell funeral home. It was over 140 characters though, so it would have to be truncated to this...
on tuesday i have fun at school again today and i said goodbye to the tv and at the funeral home i said goodbye to the roses this time and i...which would have just made no sense at all. She didn't hit the send button, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time. For those of you that follow me on Twitter, I hope that you will be able to differentiate between Audrey's bitter airing of grievances vs. my bitter airing of grievances.
Speaking of which, Audrey has been learning about identifying her emotions in a new ABA program. She's being encouraged to write in a journal (= type in a Word document) when she is feeling irritated or mad about something. So far there are just two entries:
It makes me irritated when I have to play with the chords (= don't nag me to practice the piano)
It makes me irritated when lauren Johnson get the birthday cake match ( = I don't care if I win the matching game, I just always have to get the match with the pictures of birthday cakes)I'm thinking this journal could be the beginning of her blogging career...the Autism Army Brat Tells All. Uh oh.