I’ve tuned into a Jesus Devotee this year. He’s taken over all of my social media, and the rest of my life. I got saved as a child but after a life of trials had come to the conclusion that we were probably all right.
Then all the stuff earlier this year (see blog)and now I’m a Jesus freak, so, whatever. Anyway, back to Satan. He doesn’t like me because I’m so into Jesus, even though I love Satan too, in some ways.
God and me love everyone. Anyway, the other day he started messing with my ears. Now they ring all the time.
He thinks he can make me forget to tell everyone that Satan exists only in your head. It is hard, and I can’t do it while writing this because I’m looking at a screen.
When I’m done being my head to write, I’m going to tell my brain to shut up and to quit being such a narcissist. Then I’m going to close my eyes and be my body and soul. You can too.
Thing is, I need people to see my struggles as well as my strength. I fell out of my chair. This video is me getting back in it. It gets way more graphic than I’m comfortable with because of the leggings I had on, but I didn’t want to fall out of my chair again in different clothes. So sorry. There is way worse porn out there.
Please, if you are not bothered by this video, go to my website: dyingwithstyle.org. I’m trying to change the world.
I can be a touch impulsive at times. Mostly times involving my independence. Today (insert flashback music here)…
Setting: Family home, me in my power wheelchair, which has been flashing an ‘error, bad cable’ message for a few days. Feeling slightly better after my sick days, with a genius idea for supper. Husband won’t be home for a while and kids about to get out of school soon. Need a few groceries.
Act 1: Guess hubby won’t be back in time to pick up the stuff. Yeah, I know there’s that error message, but the stores only a few blocks away, I can make it.
Act 2: Screw getting dressed or putting makeup on. It will just take a sec and these pjs look like regular clothes./em>
Act 3: Ok, so it’s cold and rainy. Wear a jacket.
Act 4: Riding along, being careful. Turn onto a busier street with no sidewalk. About 20 feet down..,
Act 5: Wheelchair dies.
Act 6: Helpful strangers, city workers, neighbors, police officers, fire department, dropped and rescued glove (most romance I’ve seen in years 😉 ) etc.
Act 7: I’m home, one still flashing error on wheelchair, slightly less amazing dinner being prepared…
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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.
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.
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