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…
Yesterday was spent trading notes with Sarge to save his hay-fevered voice. When was the last time you wrote a love note or letter? Somewhere between note 1 and 17, I finished reading my 20th book of the year. Recent reads have been: The Marriage Plot – Read this in three days. The first two I was right there with it. Yesterday, not so much. I was just happy to read complex sentences again. Fifty Shades of Grey (Fifty Shades,…
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…
Today is World Penguin Day. Sarge loves penguins. If he had a spirit animal, a brother or a higher power, they would all be penguins. They are all penguins. I have only just recently established that he loves me more than penguins. Here are some reasons why that may be the greatest compliment I could ever receive. 15. When we first started dating, he gave me Death and the Penguin. He called it Required Reading, and said if I didn’t…
