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…
I recently read Fifteen Ways To Make Your Blog Irresistible over at Broadside. I have decided to take each of Caitlin’s points/questions and apply them to my own blog. Is your blog overly personal? I don’t think so. More personal than I originally had in mind, though. Without navel-gazing, I would hope. There is a difference between my blog and my journal. When I first started, I envisaged a personal public blog, and I think I’m still there. I planned to…
I’ll repeat, instant coffee taste like mushrooms. Fact. That’s why, as I write this, there is a cup of zombie coffee by my side. Anyway, these are, as ever, coffee-fuelled ramblings. And so, this week, I went out for more real coffee with a friend. I discovered many things: It’s OK that I can’t get through five pages of Saturday or Enduring Love. It isn’t just me. Apparently, I can’t go five minutes without talking about THE WEDDING. And that’s…
I have a confession to make. I have not been planning/dreaming of my wedding since I was six years old. There are no scrapbooks, files, dog-eared wedding magazines from the ‘80’s. The first and only time I made any kind of short-lived scrapbook, I glued my fingers together. True story. Two and a half years ago, I began to picture myself married. To Sarge. Being married, that is. Not the wedding. And so, when we began to discuss what the…
