I’ve spent the last few days seeking out stuff to make me happy. I thought I’d share what I’ve come up with. 1. Searching for ‘Groovy Wedding Invitations’ on Google. Because, well, I’m getting married. 2. Reading. And reading this. 3. The Penguin Fort 4. Cheese Doritos. Sarge hates having them around. Therefore, I must eat them. For the good of my relationship, you understand. 5. Twisted logic. See (4) 6. This video. Although I have to say, our…
Last Saturday, Sarge and I got up early to see our wedding venue decked out for a wedding. The sun was out and I could picture next year, our people in that room. ‘And we’ll announce you from here,’ said the events planner person. And I cried. We headed toward breakfast and I wondered again why I order pancakes anywhere that isn’t my Dad’s house. Sarge finished them off for me, and I made him shoot some cherry blossoms on…
I spent much of my first year at University pulling all-nighters with my friends. We would raid the vending machine down the hall, try to stuff each other into the washing-machines and make plans to go bungee-jumping. I also had them draw me a hideously clichéd tattoo. Of course. Some more time was spent figuring out how I might get inked without actually climbing the walls. The Plan involved getting drunk and stoned. What was the plan? Anyway, my point…
Today is Blogging Against Disablism Day, 2012. I am disabled. Mostly by society. I am on wheels. Everyone should know this by now. Regular readers, anyone who reads my About page, people I’ve worked with, laughed with, gotten lost with, my parents and the man who loves me. That’s everyone. What people may not know is this: I am totally OK with it. My CP means that I will never run a marathon. I may drive one, though. It means…
