Mixed Messages

I am annoyed.  I am bothered that when I find myself sucked into yet another episode of Sixteen And Pregnant, every commercial brake begins with oiled up men, being chased by several women who proclaim " I want your bod."  Although, this show is supposed to be showing how hard teen pregnancy, somehow they have completely missed the mark.  Thank you "Bod Man" cologne and MTV for that wonderful mixed message, you have obviously found your target audience.  I also think it's slightly horrible that teen girls are purposefully getting pregnant just to score an audition for the show.  Well done, MTV, I pledge to never watch that show again.
     I am annoyed at how disgusting my floors are.  It's futile for me to mop, when my tire tracks are never far behind.  The floors are not my responsibility, for obvious reasons, but I am seriously considering becoming a sacrificial human mop.  I would happily get down and scrub on my hands and knees, if only I had a way to guaranteed way to make it safely back into my wheelchair.
      I am also annoyed that I have no way to load the pictures from my camera to to my computer.  I'm not going into the details right now, but it sure does make for a boring blog.
I am now finished complaining.
     Actually, my life is pretty darn good, if all I have to complain about are TV shows and dirty floors.  MY visiting teacher, Kathy brought me some delicious corn chowder tonight.  It was really good, I want the recipe.  Both of my visiting teachers are really good women.  I want the recipe to becoming as good as they are.  I know that was a cheesy sentence, but cheese makes everything better.
     Don't worry, I'm stopping now.

Day 118

     For my birthday, my friends and I went to a Chinese buffet.  Everyone else ate normal proportions, but I pigged out, and was still not full by the time we left.  If only I could have had two more of those doghnut things...As usual, we forgot to take a picture of everyone, so here is a lovely picture of me, my cake, and my rash
     The best birthday present I received came from the waitress at the restaurant, who bestowed on me my newest, (and my favorite) nickname.  I am now known as "The Wheeled One," which makes me feel very zen and centered.
     Check out that huge slab of chocolate cake that one of my friends made for me.  It was serious chocolate, basically pure fudge, and I lived off it for the next three days.  Just thinking about it now sends me into a chocolate trance.
       I hope this year is a good one!

Helpful Hints

-When driving heavy machinery such as a wheelchair,or a riding lawnmower, or perhaps a vacuum cleaner around your home, be sure to immediately pick up the various objects that may fall to the ground, even though it is a nuisance, Doing so will prevent the screams of frustration, and inevitable re-taping, when you run over the remote-AGAIN.

-Be sure to take lots of new prescriptions before driving said heavy machinery if you are going to be a lazy butt and not pick up the remote. Being heavily medicated will be the only excuse that will make any sense to others, when they ask about the sad state of certain mangled objects around your home.

-When listening to loud music late at night be sure to use headphones so your roommate or family won't be disturbed by the music. This will ensure they only hear your beautiful out of tune voice as you sing along to a really good song.

-start preparing your lesson for Sunday at 11:15 Saturday night. When you realize that most of the things you need to do require daylight, be grateful that you are forced to get up at 6:30 on Sundays. Then stay up until much later doing stupid stuff like finding this lovely commercial that reminds you of road shows

-Be honest and don't procrastinate

"Why Don't You Just Take A Picture? It Will Last Longer"

I know, I know, another "Fail" post, but I just couldn't help myself. I have cerebral palsy and use a wheelchair, so my whole life has been one very long disability awareness week. I have become so used to people stareing at me that I often don't notice the constant ogling until someone else brings the rubbernecking to my attention. Staring is just a part of my life, and I'm okay with it.

I have a great life. I don't have any complaints; but if I went to this school, I would.