tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63771002785517756052024-02-21T07:29:31.522-08:00Keychain A DayKelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.comBlogger364125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-76876857602578333352011-11-10T19:44:00.000-08:002011-11-10T20:11:33.657-08:00Day 365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-SSTgZLCqWsBa8AY6yBLTAMYQDt5B5eG917FCWN3uqarkG9HDDA8FF9XELbvtL5c9_Ko_cHTpfu_5OZ3BluctwU8crTn4Lsdf8Gp5CxWMXPxwntVNWdeXYlEiCkL1onHoKW5ImXtJL9PM/s1600/sc000a5e97.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-SSTgZLCqWsBa8AY6yBLTAMYQDt5B5eG917FCWN3uqarkG9HDDA8FF9XELbvtL5c9_Ko_cHTpfu_5OZ3BluctwU8crTn4Lsdf8Gp5CxWMXPxwntVNWdeXYlEiCkL1onHoKW5ImXtJL9PM/s400/sc000a5e97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673583148623415266" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7TC7wO2ciBne1Dp83zjrdgfGoM2cTfk7qIx_vgX_hIE9NIe2g_k5-nEMJcEjBkdSwp9LHtY4BZ34kJP3yEkPnVVYYDvFTGY6iQyKGMbm5lb5YNJRl7ZLUStU75-QmgGe8247q1vA2nwG/s1600/sc00005f26.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir7TC7wO2ciBne1Dp83zjrdgfGoM2cTfk7qIx_vgX_hIE9NIe2g_k5-nEMJcEjBkdSwp9LHtY4BZ34kJP3yEkPnVVYYDvFTGY6iQyKGMbm5lb5YNJRl7ZLUStU75-QmgGe8247q1vA2nwG/s400/sc00005f26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673583146630300866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;" >Kelt's <span style="font-style: italic;">Dream </span>Poster, inspired by <a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/packages/images/us/20110911_AUTISM/dreamposter.jpg#media/dreamposter/"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Justin Canha's</span></a><br /><br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpE_H_AeCcc0jIADhDH-VSzctyd3TGFL3ogL4ATMzEtnmxqPHgagTSOwrXUD4eBHQkBFx-REntESnIGlgqoOl7qrxEuePnHUD7m-0GWupTyv6G3TBJsvljGMTOg-lAvzvBkSnV_T811yzP/s1600/17238_1328545543938_1539937907_30875707_2096082_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpE_H_AeCcc0jIADhDH-VSzctyd3TGFL3ogL4ATMzEtnmxqPHgagTSOwrXUD4eBHQkBFx-REntESnIGlgqoOl7qrxEuePnHUD7m-0GWupTyv6G3TBJsvljGMTOg-lAvzvBkSnV_T811yzP/s400/17238_1328545543938_1539937907_30875707_2096082_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673583140226711490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">From this project I learned that I'm really good at art. I like drawing the most, especially things from my mind. I also want to be in more shows. I like talking to people about my drawings. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Many autistic people are good at art. </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I want to be famous and somehow put art and history together. -<span style="font-style: italic;">Kelt</span><br /></span></div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-82253828446692531532011-11-07T19:33:00.000-08:002011-11-07T20:22:32.672-08:00Day 364<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGujw1Gvj-j2L6h-nO1wYUtsh-dRRd9jJr_mo0r77t6Mh0A2Ek9kgPfvatzJu63xrPA2OBbTq6P4Tpx1zSHKG0LPFjKy7h19_GXf4e3Ka2-aMwDocnEPrMvy59OXD26Lq0UNcNr_Xc5OI/s1600/sc0000205c.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGujw1Gvj-j2L6h-nO1wYUtsh-dRRd9jJr_mo0r77t6Mh0A2Ek9kgPfvatzJu63xrPA2OBbTq6P4Tpx1zSHKG0LPFjKy7h19_GXf4e3Ka2-aMwDocnEPrMvy59OXD26Lq0UNcNr_Xc5OI/s400/sc0000205c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672463224971557074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-X1PAdKgtT4nrTjRYJy-kZ1OVwTpKIo11Ydg_7ydbRfo7DTSmNscYv6y7hRX_x9kSxXOgq5np5bHrQ0SXzyX3bzg5UBkoNFjebWytk9UMKX2ivQ1IoY2UOoZbQCne-cnIS9-mzfBxHTi/s1600/71390019.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-X1PAdKgtT4nrTjRYJy-kZ1OVwTpKIo11Ydg_7ydbRfo7DTSmNscYv6y7hRX_x9kSxXOgq5np5bHrQ0SXzyX3bzg5UBkoNFjebWytk9UMKX2ivQ1IoY2UOoZbQCne-cnIS9-mzfBxHTi/s400/71390019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672463221975320562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcV-a5WlFHtsRvBg9ZzXGTq2FxUyg7Q8r4TCUPq0zaq8PFchEr_1UHiRziIYIGH_-daxUJDaYqI6M-pLnOrnOjl7m9nzX46Fb_UrtfHN8OWiYxPSGbo0_vp2XQnxNwDAm2ZATi4oL4D0n/s1600/71390020.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcV-a5WlFHtsRvBg9ZzXGTq2FxUyg7Q8r4TCUPq0zaq8PFchEr_1UHiRziIYIGH_-daxUJDaYqI6M-pLnOrnOjl7m9nzX46Fb_UrtfHN8OWiYxPSGbo0_vp2XQnxNwDAm2ZATi4oL4D0n/s400/71390020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672463211011720434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzldOPj8ceX0bqaTLpHf7iS3jbS347_Ky3jqwzxIJifZUOsJktut3RIoPGGyU08vsUYpgaTu71QSZ8zqNPSyoRv03DLCsrqORj2YMJEz9dtXbhVEZhpZLLxEqkOpg2p9sKa932fn4lkrf/s1600/71390021.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzldOPj8ceX0bqaTLpHf7iS3jbS347_Ky3jqwzxIJifZUOsJktut3RIoPGGyU08vsUYpgaTu71QSZ8zqNPSyoRv03DLCsrqORj2YMJEz9dtXbhVEZhpZLLxEqkOpg2p9sKa932fn4lkrf/s400/71390021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672463203784386610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >For the rest of the project I'm going to have a few<br />people in Kelt's life write guest posts. This entry is by our dad.</span></div><style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: </style><br /><style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: </style><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It’s not hyperbole to say I’ve had a thousand unusual experiences in checkout lines with Kelton over the last dozen or so years. He and I often travel together to stores to purchase things we think we need. There have been the best and worst of times at the checkout line; that’s an understatement. Some were maddening, others humorous, some revealing, others sad, and many surprising, and thirty or forty, downright embarrassing. I’ll never forget the man Kelton told that he stank like fish; he did, too. I can honestly say that I have felt the full gamut of emotions in checkout lines. I could write a novella and it would be called “Checking Out with Kelton,” with the subtitle “Not for the Faint of Heart.” If I really pondered the subject, it would turn into a Stephen-King-size novel, with just some elements of horror. Many experiences I’ve forgotten, only occasionally to have some event trigger the memory. Other experiences I would like to forget. But there are some encounters I often recall with an internal smile. Would I trade in all those experiences for a normal checkout life? No.</span><br /><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >We all wait in checkout lines; most of us quietly move forward until it is time to pay; maybe a few remarks to the cashier or the box boy or even to those immediately near; for the most part people keep to themselves. Not Kelton. If the line is long and slow, Kelton doesn’t hesitate to begin the inquisition. “Where did you graduate? What sports were you in? Do you know ‘so-and-so’? Did you know that my dad looks like Nathan Blueberg from Nooksack? Yaah, I collect key chains. I have 6,481. Do you collect anything? We have the worst football team. Did you know” . . .</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >I used to try to discourage him from talking or questioning strangers. Not any more. It is futile. Now, I go with the flow; try to enjoy the ride. It’s a challenge that requires a special set of skills that I have developed over the years, but mostly it’s falling into a hypnotic state and having a sort of “out-of-body” experience while remembering the details of using a debit card.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >When there are multiple checkout lines, ours is often the most colorful. Once in a while, I can’t help sensing there is some “checkout-line envy” in the neighboring lines. I’ve come to appreciate “good” checkout banter, even if it is mostly by one enthusiastic young man. There is the benefit of being in line again with the same purchasers: “Don’t you collect key chains?”</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >“Yes, how did you know? Do I know you?”</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >“You told me last time we were here. We were in the same line.”</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >“Oh. I collect bobble heads, too.”</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >“Really?”</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >Then it begins again.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >I’ll just tell one story, mostly in its entirety. We were in a crowded Costco. In line of course. There were many lines and they were all long. Why I picked the line I did; I don’t know. I often pick the slowest even when it appears the shortest; it’s an uncanny knack I have. The usual was occurring: “I collect key chains? What school did you graduate from? Do you know” . . . Before we got to the front of the line, just two or three ahead, I saw that the cashier had only one arm. Instead of a full arm on his right, from the elbow down was a black, leather arm with a pinching hook on the end. It was unusual to say the least. I knew what was going to happen, but there was no turning back. We were next.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >“What happened to your arm?” were the next words I heard stinging my ears as I tried to use the debit machine faster than I ever had.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >“It got blown off from some fireworks. They went off before I knew it.” Everyone was silent in line as the boy and man spoke to each other.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >“That’s too bad, but your black arm looks really cool!”</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >The cashier smiled and his tone was different, softer, and his expression sincere and maybe with some relief. He said, “Thank you.”</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >“Bye,” Kelton said.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >“Bye,” he said.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >We hurriedly left. I could only think to say as we approached our car, “you should always be careful with fireworks, Kelt.”</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" >“Of course, dad, I know that.”</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> </p>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-72533547542216828982011-09-16T21:36:00.000-07:002011-10-28T12:21:48.512-07:00Day 363<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVrVqAWxC31e3kfTIz5WxH9yj4KJX9dQ2nKHgSyK99QLTZsLMpRTqNPCQw4qzxKwm8LiHTeArQOFs9iAhdZhDhtn0K9frMyKrmo2f2dJ-34ZFe2r6lOwrChb4_LRLLUW5EnQ0XWfM5_q75/s1600/sc00001fe4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVrVqAWxC31e3kfTIz5WxH9yj4KJX9dQ2nKHgSyK99QLTZsLMpRTqNPCQw4qzxKwm8LiHTeArQOFs9iAhdZhDhtn0K9frMyKrmo2f2dJ-34ZFe2r6lOwrChb4_LRLLUW5EnQ0XWfM5_q75/s400/sc00001fe4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668624536958399090" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUDvsKIinmhty3V6o0HQswIOpzx5uUtJm1H2RhE7mFethwYRi1-OHdGfn6vyWrpF_AotXhm5qCrbsowLZD-rem2j8pXnvwPO56dN-D0UN6xY5pqEQD5ibbhPWeCPlFFqO97CaWwnlDPKZW/s1600/KenziKelt.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUDvsKIinmhty3V6o0HQswIOpzx5uUtJm1H2RhE7mFethwYRi1-OHdGfn6vyWrpF_AotXhm5qCrbsowLZD-rem2j8pXnvwPO56dN-D0UN6xY5pqEQD5ibbhPWeCPlFFqO97CaWwnlDPKZW/s400/KenziKelt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668624533463172466" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" ><br />For the rest of the project I'm going to have a few people in<br />Kelt's life write guest posts. This entry is by our sister Kenzi.<br /></span></div><style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: </style><p style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I thought my dad was joking when he told me I was going to be Kelton's new <span style="font-style: italic;">aid</span> at Whatcom Community College. I realized that he was being serious after attending orientation. As a recent Washington State University graduate, I was not exactly thrilled with the idea of spending my first year in the <span style="font-style: italic;">real world</span> at community college.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">It was a difficult process finding classes and programs that would work best for Kelt. After hours of research, tests, phone calls and meetings, my family realized that he would need an aid to be successful. We went back and forth between my mom and I, but finally decided it would seem more <span style="font-style: italic;">normal</span> if I was the aid rather then his Mommy!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">The first day of school Kelt introduced me as his <span style="font-style: italic;">personal secretary</span>; last week he announced during math class that my breath smelled like grass; and in weight training he continues to tell everyone that I'm weak and can only do one pull-up. Being his personal secretary and sister can be unpredictable and nerve-racking, making it hard to decipher my role (sister or aid). Through this experience I have realized more then ever that I need to let him be himself. It’s important that people accept him for who he is.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">If you were to ask Kelt about college, he would tell you that he's having fun and loves seeing people he knows. I'm happy that I'm helping my family and that Kelt gets to experience college. We've been going to Whatcom for four weeks and each day continues to be exciting. Wish us luck for the rest of the quarter!</span></p>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-49993538248624746682011-09-15T14:58:00.000-07:002012-12-02T11:14:24.973-08:00Day 362<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9rXQNLPHnjt2pIh93242vBWLAY-16WkB2O5ULMj6FYTEeBrcYRGMLzPG8DS7AeSTb76HtG_E7RGv3cvHhRe9ethMdvWWZBMGjy2H9u1CVU13fImsgf3ZZrLByAtkUY_nUB3BPxRO0AZg/s1600/sc00098114.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668626235617974642" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9rXQNLPHnjt2pIh93242vBWLAY-16WkB2O5ULMj6FYTEeBrcYRGMLzPG8DS7AeSTb76HtG_E7RGv3cvHhRe9ethMdvWWZBMGjy2H9u1CVU13fImsgf3ZZrLByAtkUY_nUB3BPxRO0AZg/s400/sc00098114.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 315px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="color: #666666;">For the rest of the project I'm going to have a few people in<br />Kelt's life write guest posts. This entry is by our brother Camden.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Growing up with Kelton gave me a different perspective on life. Early on I realized that I had opportunities that he never would, no matter how hard he tried, which made me work harder in sports and school to make up for everything that he would never get to do.<br /><br />I loved having Kelt in high school, even though it meant watching him on sport trips, mediating school problems, and helping him with homework. Sometimes I didn't get to experience the same things as other kids; while my friends were drinking before prom, I was watching Kelt to make sure he was acting the right way and having a good time.<br /><br />I love all of his stories, even though sometimes they drive me crazy. Overall he makes me laugh more than anyone I know. My friends liked having him in school because he had a great sense of humor. There weren't too many times that I had to stand up for him because most people were understanding and enjoyed his company. There were a few times that I had to say something, and when I did, my intentions were clear. Those people soon realized that he deserved the same treatment as everyone else.<br /><br />I also felt like he looked up to me when it came to sports and grades, so I wanted to try as hard as I possibly could. I once said, "I would give up my 3rd place state wrestling medal for Kelt if it meant that he could compete in the state tournament." Beyond everyone's expectations, he ended up going to state and proved that anyone can accomplish their dreams if they're determined. He never made me feel left out. If anything he's helped me connect with a larger group of people and made me appreciate every little thing. I love my brother and will always be there for him. Kelton is the most inspiring, fun, and random person that I know and he will do great things, even though he was given these struggles.</span><br />
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Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-86023676750343738502011-09-14T12:09:00.000-07:002011-10-28T12:28:40.348-07:00Day 361<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOHzhnxyPmRNimOjfWPkHcx3CUV7JP5MQOKjuLjVgAZTSeOodTYnIWkubA08K4edt1acrDMm-htcyyUbkLMrUVgtO3zEKCKClAbOW7AR-VMHJAEzXIv6Uxf8gXVWLhZ94M6O8aQDOKdgl/s1600/sc0021436a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOHzhnxyPmRNimOjfWPkHcx3CUV7JP5MQOKjuLjVgAZTSeOodTYnIWkubA08K4edt1acrDMm-htcyyUbkLMrUVgtO3zEKCKClAbOW7AR-VMHJAEzXIv6Uxf8gXVWLhZ94M6O8aQDOKdgl/s400/sc0021436a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668626803456775314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />For the rest of the project I'm going to have a few people in</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br />Kelt's life write guest posts. This entry is by my friend Zach.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11pt;">About half a year ago Ainsley and Kenzi introduced me to Kelton. Before then I only knew a handful of things about him. Throughout the years I've learned from their stories that Kelt was hilarious, social, caring, easy to love, and easy to be loved by. Still having little knowledge of autism at the time, I had no idea how meeting him was going to turn out. All bets were off!<br /><br />Within a minute of meeting Kelt he gave me the nickname of Joey, which has stuck ever since. He says I look a lot like one of his high school friends with the name... that's right, JOOOOEEEY! The name grew on me fast. It actually catches me off guard when he calls me by my real name.<br /><br />Since that day Kelt has been nothing less than a good friend. He can bring a smile to my face even when it's not intentional. His positive outlook and attitude is refreshing every time I see him. Although our friendship is fairly new, I'm excited to have the opportunity to learn more about him and how he operates in years to come.<br /><br />Thanks Kelt!</span></p> <span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-49920142656211927772011-09-13T10:53:00.001-07:002012-03-12T13:20:57.603-07:00Day 360<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnoTzZd0FByfX0zFBhgWl34gOVIUhOZB-P9CpB4PHDQfefKz3WCCOXDMJf7TFBqPNHCoqM978EudTgC0DXLhwwwQrxMlrpqNt6_Pfq_v1kQQMCOkHo0GGy9CbxQjFdCCLgUX0ctQey-786/s1600/sc001531bc_2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnoTzZd0FByfX0zFBhgWl34gOVIUhOZB-P9CpB4PHDQfefKz3WCCOXDMJf7TFBqPNHCoqM978EudTgC0DXLhwwwQrxMlrpqNt6_Pfq_v1kQQMCOkHo0GGy9CbxQjFdCCLgUX0ctQey-786/s400/sc001531bc_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668641227624663746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FiFitEzYv4vu4Tm7t5kEeq_EuwWoWwi39hIVWhkdm8kMgJ4SjfApoiXnS4pFgPFfVtSdk2b44nRO3Sbw_9Ik2dR_RXucNcDmVuyi6ImnSel1e9A7HfVDiMCZmwm-CmBVhcjMLBy2ZEA3/s1600/Justin6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8FiFitEzYv4vu4Tm7t5kEeq_EuwWoWwi39hIVWhkdm8kMgJ4SjfApoiXnS4pFgPFfVtSdk2b44nRO3Sbw_9Ik2dR_RXucNcDmVuyi6ImnSel1e9A7HfVDiMCZmwm-CmBVhcjMLBy2ZEA3/s400/Justin6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668627812093888002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Justin and his family</span><span style="font-size:78%;">: Fred R. Conrad/The New York Times</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLCIW-IHa0lwk_41najmL_QhwhGkbNbwtOqNFGciIubhFLKCDVE9VSstiyuMgNbOzxA_BceW42-NLJ9kThvXcbMCCD_GTbcOq0PFBTOZ4B9YegdBlSxPXRG-fL9W4ZLWMcnUDNb8qgo8Fb/s1600/jpAUTISM8-popup.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLCIW-IHa0lwk_41najmL_QhwhGkbNbwtOqNFGciIubhFLKCDVE9VSstiyuMgNbOzxA_BceW42-NLJ9kThvXcbMCCD_GTbcOq0PFBTOZ4B9YegdBlSxPXRG-fL9W4ZLWMcnUDNb8qgo8Fb/s400/jpAUTISM8-popup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668627809492832130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Justin with girlfriend Paloma</span><span style="font-size:78%;">: Andrea Morales/The New York Times</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95khFiaKePEUHLDp7502SGPRHaq1ugK4e2nLFjEamtkaKPow_s0CEG3CEJdtigMKb0V8b1JqSDpZcTOtE5cIABFmNKp3G838dHHDzWa5zkMlYg3LPa3yINSvAj62eUcXAAUeKe1MD5kpX/s1600/Justin2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg95khFiaKePEUHLDp7502SGPRHaq1ugK4e2nLFjEamtkaKPow_s0CEG3CEJdtigMKb0V8b1JqSDpZcTOtE5cIABFmNKp3G838dHHDzWa5zkMlYg3LPa3yINSvAj62eUcXAAUeKe1MD5kpX/s400/Justin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668627802912218850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Justin working at Gencarelli's Bakery in Bloomfield, NJ.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Fred R. Conrad/The New York Times</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitpYv-tRf7SytxWNDzm5mnYadHjp0trm6VLEzWLAfODn1KIzUnKhoIDeyJTJPMabwKMNMLrWAc4z7Jf6S1tZbLat1L5Rhj4WA14a8Veut3gyhOtqTasJIiVNCedB8VXgH5v2Pz_lVvwdYG/s1600/Justin4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitpYv-tRf7SytxWNDzm5mnYadHjp0trm6VLEzWLAfODn1KIzUnKhoIDeyJTJPMabwKMNMLrWAc4z7Jf6S1tZbLat1L5Rhj4WA14a8Veut3gyhOtqTasJIiVNCedB8VXgH5v2Pz_lVvwdYG/s400/Justin4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668627796252779890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Justin's composition book</span><span style="font-size:78%;">: Fred R. Conrad/The New York Times</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdX72URyF4RelsDdONPlilqHuGfCBftOLc1GesBCfsHd1VXMnMLsa41cf5fu87SakhCiCjAd2YEBlkgAPfbbSBKPBGzpxggBr6kCPKjLXmvq9P9fMDnlyuVhjp_E-2OQHYmi7I6aL92eSI/s1600/Canha1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdX72URyF4RelsDdONPlilqHuGfCBftOLc1GesBCfsHd1VXMnMLsa41cf5fu87SakhCiCjAd2YEBlkgAPfbbSBKPBGzpxggBr6kCPKjLXmvq9P9fMDnlyuVhjp_E-2OQHYmi7I6aL92eSI/s400/Canha1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668627798451408210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Justin Canha</span><span style="font-size:78%;">: Mother and Child 3</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:11pt;" >I recently read the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/18/us/autistic-and-seeking-a-place-in-an-adult-world.html?pagewanted=all"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">article</span></a> <span style="font-style: italic;">Autistic and Seeking a Place in an Adult World</span> in the New York Times. <a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.justincanhaart.com/">Justin Canha</a>, a 22-year-old artist from NJ, has successfully found work, friends, and a girlfriend despite his struggles with autism. Through his family and transition teacher, Kate Stanton-Paule, he’s developed social, vocational, and sensory strategies to cope with the overwhelming rules of our society.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:11pt;" ><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:11pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:11pt;" >Canha started drawing as a young child as a form of communication. From there he started filling his composition books with miniature cartoon characters and used art to complete school assignments. In 2008 the <a href="http://www.riccomaresca.com/"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Ricco Maresca Gallery</span></a> in NYC sold 12 of his paintings at the <a href="http://www.sanfordsmith.com/default.aspx?pageId=3"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Outsider Art Fair</span></a>, some for as much as $4,000! With such early success, his family started thinking about a future in art. After his senior year, he started the 18-21 transition curriculum at Montclair High, which was a progressive post-secondary program that emphasized community interaction. He volunteered at a library, animal shelter, and elementary school and eventually got an internship at an animation studio, <a href="http://www.nightstandcreations.com/Nightstand/Nightstand_Home.html"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Nightstand Creations</span></a>. After the internship he started working at a bakery and currently works in an art store. He hasn’t become a famous animator-illustrator yet, but continues to draw and paint until he reaches that goal.</span></p>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-36763314540703466922011-09-12T12:28:00.000-07:002011-10-28T13:24:14.713-07:00Day 359<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYzj4h9ylp05VxUKmrT7ZeXWAaXu26qmuX7SzbP6kbpRCtULFilTUAz5l1lJmJbIRSMOFxZE8i241DUIsNReM7DY01VYfCPptPc-ng8TVk9V-ahl5S9a6PzyMh9WpQXJAkk-dLHm_kvOr/s1600/sc00194e49.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYzj4h9ylp05VxUKmrT7ZeXWAaXu26qmuX7SzbP6kbpRCtULFilTUAz5l1lJmJbIRSMOFxZE8i241DUIsNReM7DY01VYfCPptPc-ng8TVk9V-ahl5S9a6PzyMh9WpQXJAkk-dLHm_kvOr/s400/sc00194e49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668641389681700402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMOk0rZxp7JWpta-EXx1irvuGFdjFNeADF8um6cXkAiaOokQHIDFpEq9YVp2YHMq9tRqprjhQZyCEkrrUCmjCLjYLkFqi6g-hoA3yyfzEPBHmTXQPZoaVtnilqf4Q8K432uMHIyLGIFvCY/s1600/sc001531bc_2.jpg"><span><span></span></span></a>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-45149003583981765982011-09-11T18:23:00.000-07:002011-10-28T12:41:36.710-07:00Day 358<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6JBIs_5MFTkmXKVl8oxB6_1BYLsHhC1v4FfghLtgK9lObOz0Q66lO1BxSiS-sLqymg5MfrvN6YAFV51AwFGvdtfUwJl0_s66gAVbD9yMtxHfUNpsXB2eMQ9fyixB4cGbEn6FnhQYt0FA/s1600/sc00205a76.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6JBIs_5MFTkmXKVl8oxB6_1BYLsHhC1v4FfghLtgK9lObOz0Q66lO1BxSiS-sLqymg5MfrvN6YAFV51AwFGvdtfUwJl0_s66gAVbD9yMtxHfUNpsXB2eMQ9fyixB4cGbEn6FnhQYt0FA/s400/sc00205a76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668630388592228674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11pt;">"I was in 3rd grade when 9/11 happened. My Mom was sad that day. I was watching <i>Ed, Edd n Eddy</i></span><span style="font-size:11pt;"> in the morning when I found out. That day was really important for me because that's when I learned that people could die." <i>-Kelt</i></span><span style="font-size:11pt;"></span></p> </div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-11680875747087044282011-09-10T15:11:00.000-07:002011-10-28T12:57:02.082-07:00Day 357<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZj05rqL_UlxE2mz1AkfKjWq7fv1ozTxNa7FG2pGqKSpKFZx_Gvz8BDmcQQJZrjuI4Bje1AvuTGOGchv_OfhC0BAxmR6GYfHXbKtAtB6MiaEOQiDnyQNoiRwKpSBbsq3W_5__sF7QTW5Ov/s1600/sc000c2fd6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZj05rqL_UlxE2mz1AkfKjWq7fv1ozTxNa7FG2pGqKSpKFZx_Gvz8BDmcQQJZrjuI4Bje1AvuTGOGchv_OfhC0BAxmR6GYfHXbKtAtB6MiaEOQiDnyQNoiRwKpSBbsq3W_5__sF7QTW5Ov/s400/sc000c2fd6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668634452227914450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSLuARVwo2K1a1WCbG_EacLViMgHZuZKvaOZpou4yCiflg3Um_Y3c9rwGgNTbKjn8UhbIWV2glnMVHqFGfiIiIB2hki6UUt7bHgnifMWjWKekw9GN6-TyU8hzLzATVY1x0D1PngSUl2-z/s1600/IMG_8919.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSLuARVwo2K1a1WCbG_EacLViMgHZuZKvaOZpou4yCiflg3Um_Y3c9rwGgNTbKjn8UhbIWV2glnMVHqFGfiIiIB2hki6UUt7bHgnifMWjWKekw9GN6-TyU8hzLzATVY1x0D1PngSUl2-z/s400/IMG_8919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668634455485777666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZYjSEZ2RQ826BnSk3uVllkOy-0nAiEg7zmM6i1_Ub2oO7W5WliFVbhUglaVUV_T6GF9lBX3YdxzSoA-968SYlgKaVpG4n7h_k5cuGKh5E1UNrCNemucBWg6nIZpQwdc4BD3wNHTDSaen/s1600/253397_10150206653115566_618070565_7633034_375045_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZYjSEZ2RQ826BnSk3uVllkOy-0nAiEg7zmM6i1_Ub2oO7W5WliFVbhUglaVUV_T6GF9lBX3YdxzSoA-968SYlgKaVpG4n7h_k5cuGKh5E1UNrCNemucBWg6nIZpQwdc4BD3wNHTDSaen/s400/253397_10150206653115566_618070565_7633034_375045_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668634450972449314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTztlxpM-1F1TaHRC9jqeyZXVDLPESyXMKTxIyvOZARwaDUU__kOzPhYy0p8Ov1LQor3NxrtJDfkVvakfRabUb5vsxENawhmxwoJX1M7RMHlD3h-KyDefj_rNr6hjiQb_z7tjKM0GsXkm7/s1600/sc000c2fd6.jpg"><span><span></span></span></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >For the rest of the project I'm going to have a few people in Kelt's life<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">write guest posts. This entry is by our Mom about Kelt's first day of college.</span></span><br /><br /></div><style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11pt;">Today Kelton was tested in math and English at Whatcom Community College through the Adult Basic Education Program. The instructors told him that no one fails; the school just wanted to determine his academic level, but I knew that he had to have a minimum score to be accepted into the program. He ended up barely meeting the requirements and passed at the lowest level.<br /><br />Before the test I felt negative about Kelton attending the community college because I didn't think it was the best way for us to use our time. My husband was being the positive one, which is a role reversal for us. I felt less anxious after Kelton passed the test, we went through orientation, registered for his two classes, and paid our $25 quarter fee. Once this process was over I realized that my concerns came from the fear that he wouldn't meet the course requirements and be disappointed that he couldn't take any academic courses at the college. Even though these classes aren't for credit, he doesn't know that and will feel like he's in college.<br /><br />So our new adventure with Kelton begins and hopefully it's a positive one. There are always obstacles we have to overcome.</span></p>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-57665251178965291052011-09-09T15:11:00.000-07:002012-02-13T23:49:16.550-08:00Day 356<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_ire6ntSYdraC0OCM_AUwNzDdKz_WJn6JLNUT_pUKlEbzQyZB20Jfr4r0YedWQg2bTK30ok2Y39s9FQ_xboQM3G8wFwPPZmCEVkHy2fTYnE0tLm9XGIPl645kpa8bqxI7dATcoU5cuRQ/s1600/sc000f8b96.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_ire6ntSYdraC0OCM_AUwNzDdKz_WJn6JLNUT_pUKlEbzQyZB20Jfr4r0YedWQg2bTK30ok2Y39s9FQ_xboQM3G8wFwPPZmCEVkHy2fTYnE0tLm9XGIPl645kpa8bqxI7dATcoU5cuRQ/s400/sc000f8b96.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706184321118202610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjDzXx54Fm6KiV-kwcdKqUwJbsK-Ix1jhVhGhJA-2iNFeYv5e082by_cdY7UWMstL3kKbXm7bp9xvRuZxXKeEj7J9Y18vIULkYAbthyphenhyphennUC8Q7ZMDkxH3DKIR5WrmuP_ALttTebz1-c-O4/s1600/research.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjDzXx54Fm6KiV-kwcdKqUwJbsK-Ix1jhVhGhJA-2iNFeYv5e082by_cdY7UWMstL3kKbXm7bp9xvRuZxXKeEj7J9Y18vIULkYAbthyphenhyphennUC8Q7ZMDkxH3DKIR5WrmuP_ALttTebz1-c-O4/s400/research.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706184315932229970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: S</style><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >For the rest of the project I'm going to have a few</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">people in Kelt's life write guest posts. This entry is by our grandma.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm Kelton’s grandmother and would like to add a little story to his blog.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style=""> </span></span></p><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Kelton loves history – any history, whether it be famous people, wars, or just history in general.<span style=""> </span>Could he be on Jeopardy?<span style=""> </span>I think so.<span style=""> </span>He's smart!<span style=""> </span>To help himself with history he has developed a special way to learn the facts that interest him.<span style=""> </span>He reads each paragraph in his books and rewrites them in a journal.<span style=""> </span>Yes, he rewrites them!<span style=""> </span>This takes many hours and lots of patience by his parents and siblings because he asks numerous questions about the words he doesn’t understand.<span style=""> </span>Also, he's not satisfied with just any answer.<span style=""> </span>It may take several inquiries before he gets the answer he thinks is suitable.<span style=""> </span>He uses the computer dictionary, but is not satisfied with just any answer because he wants to understand what he's reading.<span style=""> </span>I don’t know if there's a word that fully describes his passion for history, but to give you an idea, he has rewritten 16 journals of history facts.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style=""> </span></span></p><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Kelton would like to be a historian someday.<span style=""> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Webster </span>describes a historian as “a student or writer of history, one that produces a scholarly synthesis.”<span style=""> </span>Of course I'm bias, but I think he's already a historian and will continue to write and improve.<span style=""> </span>He's attending community college and I hope that his studies will include more history and, yes, he will get an A in the course!</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">We love you Kelton,</span></p><div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Grandma and Grandpa</span></p>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-31452318445238375272011-09-08T14:23:00.000-07:002011-10-28T13:00:37.041-07:00Day 355<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZ3LLZRMZhu7gMU2yWlycFf5qSwK0LO6tASicMBDk1mwKd860Se41-S_RrOYjYS2ZZZf7pK-3cspYOK-JVTBm4uuiMvg-TXgqkAzYdcyggDxm8Cg6NrHLNpytsrwQOotbKZK5MqN7N7Cf/s1600/sc000b12a3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZ3LLZRMZhu7gMU2yWlycFf5qSwK0LO6tASicMBDk1mwKd860Se41-S_RrOYjYS2ZZZf7pK-3cspYOK-JVTBm4uuiMvg-TXgqkAzYdcyggDxm8Cg6NrHLNpytsrwQOotbKZK5MqN7N7Cf/s400/sc000b12a3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668635372481013314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlpxk8J3CyIIJBtSdA7PukIyRJRfa-BktKiDVZE0kyPR-Do_lwt8M2T9MNzTes4nvhZav-MCfECarrLaOEPUGJeMmQJLsxZkVFmnaAooVCPGWLDo-OHZgtOGRgzBay6AGPGbH50Bl8jcR/s1600/sc000cc98d.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjlpxk8J3CyIIJBtSdA7PukIyRJRfa-BktKiDVZE0kyPR-Do_lwt8M2T9MNzTes4nvhZav-MCfECarrLaOEPUGJeMmQJLsxZkVFmnaAooVCPGWLDo-OHZgtOGRgzBay6AGPGbH50Bl8jcR/s400/sc000cc98d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668635368554626706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaDNoswzCLs8XlVIgn3ms95ZN3dQj9Fv26zDvh7XS_W96eeG3lgx1z26XeVhlpIiGYzp5OoSy0X7BhfgyY_wBLwYDlffLiW2ty7zl1BHMucN9GRtmP_xhst7Fc1DV03HxsyOUL57HaHKuM/s1600/sc000b12a3.jpg"><span><span></span></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Found this in the archives. Kelt wrote this letter to our sister Kenzi when he was 9.</span><br /></div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-46542638458141379762011-09-07T00:56:00.000-07:002011-11-22T12:49:23.594-08:00Day 354<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiAk0CWYoxmVDIvGkQuMtVYtpUTey1oKqqG9j_l0e7WlmDbUauJ2QMY6BZnnjICNLQ27LuuMjoZM_RleCG7BeGmEqdlK6U2rNUDxbqMd66N7HtkbtxrKM6LYrz9206FbgGRSkxgY5kf5X/s1600/sc001706f0.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiAk0CWYoxmVDIvGkQuMtVYtpUTey1oKqqG9j_l0e7WlmDbUauJ2QMY6BZnnjICNLQ27LuuMjoZM_RleCG7BeGmEqdlK6U2rNUDxbqMd66N7HtkbtxrKM6LYrz9206FbgGRSkxgY5kf5X/s400/sc001706f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668635721293534978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Kelt also got this keychain from his bowling teammate that<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">participated in the Special Olympic Summer Games in Athens!</span><br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwcUGN61L5yTxoIl-FfeTLGEM8DeZF0Srnwt6D7m6snFyDlufT12nBfU41AkCs9guPHmGOgjX6QQvTl8413SWJywkzlK6zKJTaLaG8aXOrJA_q9L1ttCAk09yKepsx9Luk0x-YzuG_xo4/s1600/Simpsons.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwcUGN61L5yTxoIl-FfeTLGEM8DeZF0Srnwt6D7m6snFyDlufT12nBfU41AkCs9guPHmGOgjX6QQvTl8413SWJywkzlK6zKJTaLaG8aXOrJA_q9L1ttCAk09yKepsx9Luk0x-YzuG_xo4/s400/Simpsons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668635716573608002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mr. Burns: blind contour drawing of 1/163 of Kelt's bobble heads.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">These drawings are blind except when I briefly look at the paper to set the pen. This series represents Kelt's uninhibited drawing style and enhanced visual skills. To view more, click the <span style="font-style: italic;">bobble head</span> label to the right. </span></div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-44142682905107730072011-09-06T00:42:00.000-07:002011-11-22T12:44:15.712-08:00Day 353<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUAtxUootHw6lJ6CVEC-hc3E98sczQv1T4flDgyiVlQcDBE6EbIy67ehZzxytcpl9TvYvplwlyIqKOj6zlWrXvCX-uaF5LF3mETcbNkUYtzmDCLwUfBv-Sd7wgNq2bZ5iVXzu9L0A2rBH/s1600/sc001e1751.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUAtxUootHw6lJ6CVEC-hc3E98sczQv1T4flDgyiVlQcDBE6EbIy67ehZzxytcpl9TvYvplwlyIqKOj6zlWrXvCX-uaF5LF3mETcbNkUYtzmDCLwUfBv-Sd7wgNq2bZ5iVXzu9L0A2rBH/s400/sc001e1751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677923569865803074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Special Olympics bowling recently started and one of Kelt's teammates, who got </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >to participate in the World Summer Games in Athens, brought this back for him!</span><br /></div></div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-39138733289315185672011-09-05T13:30:00.000-07:002011-11-22T12:45:00.441-08:00Day 352<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCUdKnM4qVyb9gHZ6Mq0PHyxat0yNGPLaAiOMDMkZ9gQmLH0749PFFc4qL_v7v_-iqirC48N_HNC8w7ToH3lWyRgnJYnz5uq63hd6s771jN-2F11BlmKZ4cETBF06ho0vuCOYdnqp5-2P/s1600/sc001e3a54.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCUdKnM4qVyb9gHZ6Mq0PHyxat0yNGPLaAiOMDMkZ9gQmLH0749PFFc4qL_v7v_-iqirC48N_HNC8w7ToH3lWyRgnJYnz5uq63hd6s771jN-2F11BlmKZ4cETBF06ho0vuCOYdnqp5-2P/s400/sc001e3a54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677922896653150002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6RXlSuLscCixlmZkZAbvg3QKuuJabdphP5jiOABA9QdPeRZdA1RQl8BReyQpkl6cPzeRhDpZjwoJXFBDaPF4r7rHfqGuNZ6IfGTFLyb4JoeKakbgXT1vNuC4e0xi_r5Sz5T8ZFJp-vTIT/s1600/55068_437439397110_554937110_5901944_435048_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6RXlSuLscCixlmZkZAbvg3QKuuJabdphP5jiOABA9QdPeRZdA1RQl8BReyQpkl6cPzeRhDpZjwoJXFBDaPF4r7rHfqGuNZ6IfGTFLyb4JoeKakbgXT1vNuC4e0xi_r5Sz5T8ZFJp-vTIT/s400/55068_437439397110_554937110_5901944_435048_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677922891785190610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimYmgsR7OFPEXy33KvZ2mP_oCEFGEzMxF6RTVCYobopjKytLGQ1Zzk7XGs_RJ2HpPyMZbLLGd_6Rslw9oW4OiJOH9d2AaS4G2M6ZWIdHXl9ihjupmssDEHk_GLPxYXX_PG1NF-ra0duGEf/s1600/243964_10150200372142330_510757329_7515046_7674290_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimYmgsR7OFPEXy33KvZ2mP_oCEFGEzMxF6RTVCYobopjKytLGQ1Zzk7XGs_RJ2HpPyMZbLLGd_6Rslw9oW4OiJOH9d2AaS4G2M6ZWIdHXl9ihjupmssDEHk_GLPxYXX_PG1NF-ra0duGEf/s400/243964_10150200372142330_510757329_7515046_7674290_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677922891655848690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">For the rest of the project I'm going to have a few people in Kelt's </span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">life write guest posts. This entry is from one of his best friends, Sean.</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Through my life there have been many people, places, and events that have made me who I am and will continue for the rest of my life. In 18 years two things have been the foundation of who I am today, sports and being friends with Kelton.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />Kelton has been my best friend since kindergarten and we have had so many great memories together. The thing about Kelton is that he has autism. Some people may think it's weird hanging out with an autistic kid after school and being friends with him, but he has made me who I am today in a huge way. He shows me that no matter what I do in life, there will always be a good thing happening and to keep my head up no matter what happens. He brings a smile to my face every time I see him even if I'm in a bad mood. He'll crack a joke to make me laugh; he'll try to comfort me, or just say hi to make me smile. I helped with Special Olympics bowling this year and he was one of the athletes. I have never seen someone so happy participating in an event until I watched him bowl. There were a few times that he didn't hit any pins and stomped his feet and grunted like he was mad, but seconds later he walked back to his ball, smiled and said, "Watch Sean, I'll hit all the pins down next time." No matter what, he finds joy in everything that he does, which has rubbed off on me, making me the person I am today. I don't know what I'd be like if Kelton wasn't in my life. </span><br /></div></div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-6866991793663549232011-09-04T01:09:00.000-07:002011-11-22T12:36:53.639-08:00Day 351<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXRItSr_o8GTfi6YNn4mQCuxKeSCv5Ggnu5QyjIupFOyoH_V06lYF6_FJcOD19e-M5NRajlVrLR9LoND6iHh1TNU9BGQGTdsrWPJ0L8FoZpQ4bCJKEsndRwffVwB-xThAEEqPtYN45fqH/s1600/sc000ba6ce.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXRItSr_o8GTfi6YNn4mQCuxKeSCv5Ggnu5QyjIupFOyoH_V06lYF6_FJcOD19e-M5NRajlVrLR9LoND6iHh1TNU9BGQGTdsrWPJ0L8FoZpQ4bCJKEsndRwffVwB-xThAEEqPtYN45fqH/s400/sc000ba6ce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677921878077380530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4ZRd_okuKz4UWBO2BCBSZvQ3Bym9mGIE2DKa6j3xa0YYPlCFXx6gpIHcDZo__tMZzo8vnD-Wy-0W6LF_HExX5zloYlGubmTyucAEXHAfSv2vhGJKvpLiCJ1UZ33OxoAd7793HAtX-3_I/s1600/sc000ba6ce.jpg"><span><span></span></span></a>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-70684027521605259922011-09-03T19:04:00.000-07:002011-11-22T12:35:10.005-08:00Day 350<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7EDcuhI5XeH5YeznSWQ-FMQctY-zFSTQxjjTNJP3Cs8xrSFFOkcTHGspIWzh3RHlpZy0EZtO0zRpxOOaf9VM3Nh1yPFHM0yyFs7X_0KvbFOugAv36BPTffu1ccXySFAyfIbWkr_Iidn32/s1600/sc000bf9c4.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgADfc7Impe6B67-xJ_QVByNtvj7woZk2zNo-x1dsoMiv8WbbMNqnglNn7ofht2xZRn4gOd4D2qMhZxs3x5BRzVQklY0RQPsqWc3xS37Jwyai1iRFVlO7ht7YlFKJypHIGfZpHyUhdRHAsd/s400/sc00082528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677920316666159234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >A couple of years ago I did a project with 30 middle school students with disabilities. They were asked to draw/write about one of their goals, short or long term, on a paper leaf, which were hung on a tree at WSU. I wanted to show a few responses because I think they're encouraging and/or revealing, such as the last one. A 13-year-old boy shouldn't be concerned about getting through his day. It made me wonder if these kids were ever asked this question and encouraged to pursue their goals or if their <span style="font-style: italic;">label</span> had already tainted their confidence and future...</span><br /></div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-42726339843297865192011-09-02T15:35:00.000-07:002011-11-22T12:20:54.634-08:00Day 349<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82QMyXXTldJF8QD01Gw-6Rh5bOT73f981DiWRdDduR4gYZjv0IVEo3_8dL1yWcri57wrawuZIUANiNXzCb1N43xio-IgUakyXnoVEScXv0Kc8qzTav7FWBDOG6ArIg5dt1HsbFKFgKB37/s1600/sc000bd151.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82QMyXXTldJF8QD01Gw-6Rh5bOT73f981DiWRdDduR4gYZjv0IVEo3_8dL1yWcri57wrawuZIUANiNXzCb1N43xio-IgUakyXnoVEScXv0Kc8qzTav7FWBDOG6ArIg5dt1HsbFKFgKB37/s400/sc000bd151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677917750151433202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufXmjquU5TFILiox-Sd9fLCB-akC8WMgCTDEpIh-Qpl51Qvo0uJu5wPpNZvemoy-cdhjHg0ffp3hljqCpkKOYxMordHVQgJmL6JyDpW4BhYbAHjYVR85p_J6-Z2ngwYrNU46DNOydiSQX/s1600/sc000bd151.jpg"><span><span></span></span></a>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-35694003799346238592011-09-01T18:07:00.000-07:002011-11-22T12:18:56.418-08:00Day 348<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvoWKEZB6tgSdDrIleyGQn92OeZ_OKMJ9Nst0t3DpgFBfGF9yUkTYtPQ7_ejRa9wBEVd2mQQhwZPDcuXEXepVJBVVQnhhI3VBiufF1sNzV_24qlaNbFihbNyjGe0Q4U-e-kc06koaO61_3/s1600/sc000add2b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvoWKEZB6tgSdDrIleyGQn92OeZ_OKMJ9Nst0t3DpgFBfGF9yUkTYtPQ7_ejRa9wBEVd2mQQhwZPDcuXEXepVJBVVQnhhI3VBiufF1sNzV_24qlaNbFihbNyjGe0Q4U-e-kc06koaO61_3/s400/sc000add2b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677917181787380642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TpnKfly9AzQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >I had Kelt do this video for me a couple of years ago for a school project...</span><br /></div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-16295864984937588902011-08-31T17:38:00.000-07:002011-11-22T12:16:53.896-08:00Day 347<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjDoa8sXPwe5aU980gbDYK8afZBwQTMvGEneEFTFO86FXbn74yPoIbKR83NAwe__4MAm5HaCMk0Knk5Y1nkesTCQ6H3Uvrrmvw-MIcae12jb3J2u69B6Lv1VcuRL8IjVoEZSQw4wgw5OH/s1600/sc000a0282.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjDoa8sXPwe5aU980gbDYK8afZBwQTMvGEneEFTFO86FXbn74yPoIbKR83NAwe__4MAm5HaCMk0Knk5Y1nkesTCQ6H3Uvrrmvw-MIcae12jb3J2u69B6Lv1VcuRL8IjVoEZSQw4wgw5OH/s400/sc000a0282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677916134936205986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >He also got this one from my friend Zulfi after visiting Holland.</span><br /></div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-28045522351163304632011-08-30T14:50:00.000-07:002011-11-22T12:12:22.062-08:00Day 346<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwxK0i2YxPCA_U3nom7d99N4GQ2phVWRj6ttdEotdtp-Sejt6x3G_8fWDPene3faxKnXPt1N_gVQuGBiFVY62qS1nituycDuvkGUQAk9EMwYkUXMVGwEj047MYV07Fxdnca9XbegdhuG2e/s1600/sc00005ce4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwxK0i2YxPCA_U3nom7d99N4GQ2phVWRj6ttdEotdtp-Sejt6x3G_8fWDPene3faxKnXPt1N_gVQuGBiFVY62qS1nituycDuvkGUQAk9EMwYkUXMVGwEj047MYV07Fxdnca9XbegdhuG2e/s400/sc00005ce4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677915412054785650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Kelt got this keychain from my friend Tommy from Gonzaga University in Spokane. People are constantly sending him keychains, which is one of the reasons that he likes doing the blog. He's a likable guy with many admirers and not hesitant to tell people that he's popular. <span style="font-style: italic;">Modesty</span> is not one of his strong suits...</span></div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-71643150002988634012011-08-29T17:56:00.000-07:002011-11-22T12:47:47.333-08:00Day 345<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YxicFzWW8wWJq1-CLpHAc90VwwjUTnbDyXFNs5NZXlIJP3zneTUutHwLz0t6VsS8rvwERWxZy-hsqhT-r6YZLPF6mRDa3qMLWCH0kcMX8ICFSWFHUDw2zpAOikL-7T3j9il2I4TcHtAz/s1600/sc0002d1e7.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YxicFzWW8wWJq1-CLpHAc90VwwjUTnbDyXFNs5NZXlIJP3zneTUutHwLz0t6VsS8rvwERWxZy-hsqhT-r6YZLPF6mRDa3qMLWCH0kcMX8ICFSWFHUDw2zpAOikL-7T3j9il2I4TcHtAz/s400/sc0002d1e7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677924620851563346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg74yS0PjIMGft1H-eEojAwZtwndSvHFaLKFN1ovb9IYFJileKBsb4WCs4YPPlFKjZR8aNNE778SPYku1Ic-2i2ruWeNbNybQngcUFMVtL837C6O4oKN_Nhn6UcmrvtQl7rzNy4MBKnbcTO/s1600/Dwight.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg74yS0PjIMGft1H-eEojAwZtwndSvHFaLKFN1ovb9IYFJileKBsb4WCs4YPPlFKjZR8aNNE778SPYku1Ic-2i2ruWeNbNybQngcUFMVtL837C6O4oKN_Nhn6UcmrvtQl7rzNy4MBKnbcTO/s400/Dwight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677924621001002770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmoVQVtfc17l0DVF8BCIbE8CTboJv41xx1zdFCMIT_ZVoXkMsMwEMFCRuE1oNnhnPq8_2Je-RMmALdD7OBLG4djvkTzmNgvnT68nouPEM1qts_TZBVuV3G5cgN5eBa50DpeXTnMOldo-Ag/s1600/sc0002d1e7.jpg"><span><span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >Dwight Schrute: blind contour drawing of 1/163 of Kelt's bobble heads.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">These drawings are blind except when I briefly look at the paper to set the pen. This series represents Kelt's uninhibited drawing style and enhanced visual skills. To view more, click the <span style="font-style: italic;">bobble head</span> label to the right. </span></div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-13394078976387688722011-08-28T01:17:00.000-07:002011-11-22T12:51:40.809-08:00Day 344<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK06tkdj19OoxMVfLBIR0vtocyisu5yLamfQ2ziw6b8fboZD8i5kTUF_YRj54bJVkpuO3oHdrwN3oEE7exUG3n3XXaDeDkxYxQ4LGdyjXGy_Au-LFA9aZQsxGeD7oyKKrCSRzuVFH4rr6_/s1600/sc0010a308.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK06tkdj19OoxMVfLBIR0vtocyisu5yLamfQ2ziw6b8fboZD8i5kTUF_YRj54bJVkpuO3oHdrwN3oEE7exUG3n3XXaDeDkxYxQ4LGdyjXGy_Au-LFA9aZQsxGeD7oyKKrCSRzuVFH4rr6_/s400/sc0010a308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677925681792998850" border="0" /></a>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-79178854891452214262011-08-27T23:09:00.000-07:002011-11-22T12:57:04.421-08:00Day 343<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibQfnx9QLapQ5hpq01ZI4fiR4B3q8G5RDFLGiY26JxLkLYRGchjIUOlo5SIkNI76DHXc9EtSqDvEtdVMlsU1L0at2AaWh-I0V0VzCTami6Oa9u3Jw_M5uf05U-Q9q2OJw4Op9aqTst8Uc/s1600/sc0014c73f.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibQfnx9QLapQ5hpq01ZI4fiR4B3q8G5RDFLGiY26JxLkLYRGchjIUOlo5SIkNI76DHXc9EtSqDvEtdVMlsU1L0at2AaWh-I0V0VzCTami6Oa9u3Jw_M5uf05U-Q9q2OJw4Op9aqTst8Uc/s400/sc0014c73f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677926986133240386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-xgfhLrag8y0jmpr7FH8OJvdaEe9-p1uJb9tdIQxzVh060U7Bsw-p4bqYA_qfKEbU4KAX2CuT4zv0rsZlZai6ll0kl-vym5DcfA24DY5GiQGugm7Kcm8xZgIAW9t2mp6nQZzLSSJQOKn/s1600/sc000d7878.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-xgfhLrag8y0jmpr7FH8OJvdaEe9-p1uJb9tdIQxzVh060U7Bsw-p4bqYA_qfKEbU4KAX2CuT4zv0rsZlZai6ll0kl-vym5DcfA24DY5GiQGugm7Kcm8xZgIAW9t2mp6nQZzLSSJQOKn/s400/sc000d7878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677926976901913810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGHiEl7B4JXkytWafCKdg7ZvzPDdhkeMzsi5AxRFBhyphenhyphen0anDkrX3d5zbGMBWyV1nTikumIVOAvjAEXYDNCaD7ehh4oIgwvaXq3dDZ5XRXkc8VwTcUssL84zDRuMKP39nhMC-SPKM81aAtt/s1600/Kelt%252B%252526%252BCam_Wrestling.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGHiEl7B4JXkytWafCKdg7ZvzPDdhkeMzsi5AxRFBhyphenhyphen0anDkrX3d5zbGMBWyV1nTikumIVOAvjAEXYDNCaD7ehh4oIgwvaXq3dDZ5XRXkc8VwTcUssL84zDRuMKP39nhMC-SPKM81aAtt/s400/Kelt%252B%252526%252BCam_Wrestling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677926968109985042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3AmEJT2skUYQY8LqZmEOgPT0_Y7yv-pf_LH6LpwsXyJ3zYRm6g4BhafitRI0Ynzcan1Zh2tvuqdrXTRZ5MBXhMvJMz3U54hhjBSzY9lEG3FTgr7gLS36odhrHLyIw781vFUvktSr6vDa/s1600/sc000e0642.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3AmEJT2skUYQY8LqZmEOgPT0_Y7yv-pf_LH6LpwsXyJ3zYRm6g4BhafitRI0Ynzcan1Zh2tvuqdrXTRZ5MBXhMvJMz3U54hhjBSzY9lEG3FTgr7gLS36odhrHLyIw781vFUvktSr6vDa/s400/sc000e0642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677926968600870258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsf3Vg433KdeRXnY6FE7e0Jiwp0VzmE65DuFdMeUnu-OYIuxLeboYF8sneOoJHj7AqOOVtKK3TPcHHHfnutFu_VTOg-BUylaNNJMWmLy8wSXIxMbNw2urW-tuPPpfgF0xrL1luVKQOKDS7/s1600/71380021.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsf3Vg433KdeRXnY6FE7e0Jiwp0VzmE65DuFdMeUnu-OYIuxLeboYF8sneOoJHj7AqOOVtKK3TPcHHHfnutFu_VTOg-BUylaNNJMWmLy8wSXIxMbNw2urW-tuPPpfgF0xrL1luVKQOKDS7/s400/71380021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677926962282570674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I was looking at the photos in my apartment and realized that I have four pictures of Kelt at different stages of his life. It's unbelievable to compare his past behaviors to his recent accomplishments, especially in terms of his original diagnosis: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Your child will always be mentally retarded</span><span style="font-size:85%;">. It's pretty obvious that he's defied this prognosis. His senior year is a testimony in itself, from joining the Honor Society, winning Homecoming king, placing 8th at the state wrestling tournament, to getting the Juror's Choice award at the high school art show, etc. I couldn't be more proud of him or our family. He's surpassed numerous expectations, but now we have to figure out what's next. It's another stage of his life that's going to be challenging and force us to be creative, but we'll eventually figure it out.</span><br /></div></div>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-67406599939660371512011-08-26T21:26:00.000-07:002011-11-22T13:00:59.771-08:00Day 342<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxAWQ45yNQLYJ57CtDrPmgKOtyUPtiZTxXLCNh46ELsh6e4GNjq30Cw-9wRG8p9dIrqV91Fs_wwJcn2tEe8CrK3Ud5wFxsDIpBv6sga_X_tXp2DKPiy4IzxhqtynzH_BhWt3nE9eeswby/s1600/sc000b9bb1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxAWQ45yNQLYJ57CtDrPmgKOtyUPtiZTxXLCNh46ELsh6e4GNjq30Cw-9wRG8p9dIrqV91Fs_wwJcn2tEe8CrK3Ud5wFxsDIpBv6sga_X_tXp2DKPiy4IzxhqtynzH_BhWt3nE9eeswby/s400/sc000b9bb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677928060962011954" border="0" /></a>Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377100278551775605.post-18491332553167564672011-08-25T20:53:00.000-07:002011-11-11T10:35:09.100-08:00Day 341<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXoyogbawq1iErK15C9tQC_YTuV5r_Nuvd_th5mONLtyKRF_NzyWtikDTTQAuenXpEvzP-iGHyhq_CMony9U5fiH2JxBJDpkZe9B2SJhl9SI4_svgEOF4-ppuowtNobs3eQGXoJjg7OBr/s1600/sc000f0e18.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXoyogbawq1iErK15C9tQC_YTuV5r_Nuvd_th5mONLtyKRF_NzyWtikDTTQAuenXpEvzP-iGHyhq_CMony9U5fiH2JxBJDpkZe9B2SJhl9SI4_svgEOF4-ppuowtNobs3eQGXoJjg7OBr/s400/sc000f0e18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673808509569142066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2wZd6jyuTNor9SzAl6HDbSPkBhqu64JGXRe-XYED3f1yOzg1JwV1Q9jZzbgUL9wmZJnKEV9ac5MeEftuna2pPjYedISFfvjRPqAyD_gGeHxKOQPV9HxNadnYYL_MngdwWr5EY1JllySma/s1600/Together%252BDrawing.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2wZd6jyuTNor9SzAl6HDbSPkBhqu64JGXRe-XYED3f1yOzg1JwV1Q9jZzbgUL9wmZJnKEV9ac5MeEftuna2pPjYedISFfvjRPqAyD_gGeHxKOQPV9HxNadnYYL_MngdwWr5EY1JllySma/s400/Together%252BDrawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673808505059957122" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.markhaddon.com/together-pictures"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Together Pictures</span>, 18.07.10</span></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Mark Haddon, author of </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">, has a </span><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.markhaddon.com/"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">blog</span></a><span style="font-family: georgia;"> that I regularly check. About a year ago he posted this drawing that he drew with his son called </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">together pictures</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">. I love this concept and the unique perspective that's created from the collaboration. I've been trying to think of a new project for Kelt and I to start after we're done with </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Keychain A Day</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">. I think something like this would be interesting, especially if we had to work separately and collaborate via mail. Something to think about...</span><br /></span></div><img src="file:///Users/nnix/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///Users/nnix/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" />Kelton and Ainsleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09155509671637123580noreply@blogger.com0