Parade


Sign I brought to my kids parade:

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Halloween


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Halloween and kids go together like peanut butter and jelly. A lot of adults are getting into Halloween now too.

Most of my readers know that I’m in a wheelchair, so I’ve been trying to think of some ideas that could incorporate the chair into the costume.

A few years ago I dressed up like a prisoner in an “electric chair”. It was fun and funny. Anyway, there are a lot of kids and adults in wheelchairs, and instead of just dressing up and sitting in a chair, here are some ideas to incorporate and decorate it.

Kids:

Prince or princess in a throne. (Could probably just buy a princess outfit and some shiny gold material to drape the chair in. Stick on Velcro is a good way to secure the material to keep it out of the wheels.

Jack in the box- dress torso in stripes representing the spring and wear white mittens and doll type face makeup. A large upside down box painted bright colors can be the box. You should use an additional piece of cardboard against the backrest like the lid. And make a tinfoil handle you could attach to the box.

If you are an adult, the jack in the box idea could be turned into a stripper in a gift box. Stuff tissue paper around your legs, and wear a sexy top with a large bow on your head.

That’s all I can think of so far. If anyone has ideas, feel free to share them in the comments.

Anger


This post was written in response to: Calling All Writers
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“After all I do for you, the least you should do is take the fucking time to wipe the damn seat down after you pee.

Most people would have left your sorry ass a long time ago, but no. I stuck it out. Why? Because you’re my mother and that’s what family does. Take care of each other.

I doubt ‘wipe down mom’s mess when she can’t quite make it to the toilet’ is in that “take care of each other” guideline, but that’s what I do. You are capable of wiping the urine off if you get some on the seat.

It’s not like you are a fucking toddler who shits and pees all over themselves, then expects someone else to come along and clean up their mess.

Actually, maybe you are that immature. A spoiled, selfish brat who only gives a damn about one thing…her show.

You care more about your fucking tv show than you do about anything or anyone. I work my ass off all day then come home to a filthy house and mom sitting there watching tv.

The least you could do is make me a damn sandwich, but I guess that’s too much to ask. You are a lazy, selfish bitch. Maybe one day you’ll take too much of your medicine and put us both out of our misery.

I’m sick and tired of taking care of you. If you would have done things right and taken care of yourself a long time ago, you probably wouldn’t be in all this pain and need someone to help you, but since you didn’t, I’m the one who suffers. All because I am a decent person who is trying to do the right thing.

I’m letting you know right now that I’m at my breaking point. Either you get your act together, or I’m going to start getting really nasty. I’ve had more than my fill of this shit and I’m not going to spend my life like this. Are you even listening to me? Do you understand what I’m saying, or do I need to spell it out?…Mom!…Mom?

*I don’t know what your prob…oh my God! Mom? No…no!

911, what is your emergency?

*Alternate ending-““Were you talking to me, dear? I forgot to turn my hearing aid on.

writing


Today, I start the 1000 word challenge. I’m not super excited about it. In fact, I’m wondering if I should still try to start today, or if I should focus on my newest obsession, “On Writing” by Stephen King. As everyone in the whole world knows, Stephen King is a master storyteller, but this book shows his humanity well.

Why is it that fame, success, power, etc. make people seem more than human at times? Authors, musicians, actors… people pay for their used trinkets. Its weird. Anyway, this book is wonderful for really seeing how normal, everyday events can shape our lives.

I just finished the first section of the book, which mostly consisted of personal details and stories of King’s life before writing became his full time job. The next section is supposed to give tips and advice to writers and those of us aspiring to become writers. I’m excited, but I know I’m supposed to write too.

Maybe I will throw out a bedtime story tonight. Those are fun and easy to write. My daughter has a candybar fundraiser for her school which will take a few hours tonight too. I typically hate fundraisers, but yesterday she got her first box. We decided to take the box with 60 bars in it to the entrance of a local grocery store. Guess how many she sold in about 90 minutes? 55 bars! Our family did buy 5 of those, and the pizza delivery guy bought 4, but the rest were store patrons. It was amazing. She can now get the keychain prize. (Which probably costs 50 cents if you were just buying it, but you have to sell $60 worth of stuff for it).

Ok, kids are home. I’d better get busy.

Medicated


Okay, I might have mentioned this before, but you know Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb?

That song does something to me. Transports me to another time, but also reminds me of the…hmm, I don’t know how to describe it.

If anyone reading this has been on medication, particularly pain and anxiety relievers, for an extended amount of time, maybe you understand. There is a feeling captured in that song. Or rather a lack of feeling that is difficult to describe. It truly is a comfortably numb feeling. Important things seem less significant, thoughts, feelings, life in general becomes hazy, and it doesn’t matter. You don’t miss clarity of thought. You’re comfortable.

Anyway, I don’t know why I’m thinking about this. Maybe because I’m back on pain meds since the surgery. Medication and I have a love/hate relationship. I woke up with the song in my mind, and the inability to focus on what I really need to be doing, so I figured I’d write about it. Get it out of my head so I can focus on other things. Thanks for giving me a sounding board.