I am still recovering from last night’s fun. Even though I didn’t do much of anything yesterday and last night, but talk, eat, and laugh my ass off! I started my day off early after my mom left for work I ended up staying up for another hour. I was so happy that my movies that I had found two nights ago were on and DVR was recording them for me. Are there any 90’s kids out there who remembers the FernGully movies? I was addicted to them as a kid, but I hadn’t seen them in YEARS so I was literally going insane with pure joy when I went to record them. My parents think I’m weird again. I went back to sleep at ten and woke back up at noon. I ate lunch and Blondie secretly brought in both Rory (Aurora) and Kells and it was so cute! I was busy typing something and I saw this little thing at the corner of my eye. I just thought it was my paranoia but nope, it was Rory who wasn’t in the mood to come in my room. According to Blondie, she’ll be an inside cat but right now that isn’t looking like a grantee. When Kells was inside he kept wanting to wonder around my floor and actually played with us. After she left, about fifteen minutes later she came back asking me if I wanted to go outside and play with them while she washed her car. Why not? She got out the push wheelchair and sat in that the entire time. I didn’t get bitten by a mosquito until the very end of being out there. Thankfully, we still had itch cream left after her batch a couple of weeks ago.
When I came back inside, I found out that Kellie Elmore had posted Free Write Friday’s prompt and surprisingly I got an idea for it right after the page loaded. I’m actually pretty proud of it, because I took two breaks in the middle of it and our internet went off yesterday afternoon and I still ended up finishing it in three hours. When it went off, I was in the beginning works of the fourth sentence and I reacted quickly and copied it and pasted to Microsoft Word before anything else happened to it. I listened to music for three hours nonstop and just let my mind flow onto the keypad. It has 3,746 words on it. I didn’t even bother counting any paragraphs this time. When I was finished, my dad came in ready to take me over to the neighbors. He changed me and put me in my wheelchair. When I got there they were playing corn hole and talking amongst themselves. Little Chevy sat on my lap showing me cute little pink toes, John Deere shirt, and smiled at me. She was not interested in the sparklers this year. When Sammy, Chey, and I had one she stayed as far away as she could. We ate first, my dad fired up some yummy pork chops on the grill. Theresa made her infamous potatoes and somebody made a good batch of baked beans and I’ve got to say I’ve never been a fan of baked beans and for me to say these were good is surprising! The special drink we was the orangiscle drink I told you about the last night. It was as good as the last time, but it still tasted good I thought, when the sun started to set in the sky, that’s when the games begin.
It didn’t take long after we all finished eating did other people were letting off fireworks. We basically got a nice light show from different angles. You honestly needed a chair that could do circles because they were everywhere but thanks to the damn trees if they didn’t go high enough then you could barely see them. I honestly have no idea what kind of fireworks we actually had last night, the only ones I remember were the different insect ones, like the hornets, ants, and crickets combo. I think the hornets and ants were the best out of the four, we had if I’m right bottle rockets. Because every year that we do this, it has become a tradition to not only scare the crap out of the old lady next door but also try to take out that light pole that is in the middle of the damn street! Last year, Sammy did end up hitting it but it do anything to it unfortunately. This year, everybody but me (and I was fine with this!) got the chance to hit it. Everybody missed but both Theresa and Sammy hit the pole so that was better than nothing. Oh, and we also had fire crackers. A family friends of ours actually had a pretty big surprise for us, he went and bought several different ones for us and it was awesome! Especially the big boomers and 1,200 fire crackers. Let’s just say half of the road has a long black line in the middle of it when they lit that sucker up! It was pretty loud too! Probably louder than the boomers. We also Chinese Lanterns that had the colors of the American flag on it. I actually got to let it off the ground. I’ve got to say last night was pretty successful and I have definitely embraced this photography side of me very well as that’s what I was doing throughout the whole I was there. So I hope everybody enjoy their weekend and enjoy these pictures!
When you have a child that has any kind of disability, you instantly try to make things easier for them as possible. Sometimes people go a little too far with this, almost to the point where they don’t have much of a choice in things that happens in their life. I have been a fairly independent person. Even as a kid, I would literally scoot on my butt as fast as I could go to catch up with the others. I would do everything in my power to be like everybody else. This is why I was the one who figured out that I could feed myself. According to my mom, she had given me my plate and sat it on the floor by me with a fork ready for her, but she said she had turned away for a minute to grab something and found me with a fork in one foot and a piece of hot dog in my mouth. I’d say that’s impressive and that talent only grew to more things for me to master. Writing, drawing, grabbing, texting, typing and driving my wheelchair around. As the years grew on, I started learning more and more to the point where there was no end in sight.
If you’ve been reading my posts from a year ago, you know that I don’t understand why people think I’m inspiration. I never have. It’s not that I don’t think I’m special but I know everybody sees me doing everything with my feet and sees the disability first, that’s who they define me as. A handicapped person. I just have never felt like one, even when I was around other kids with disabilities. I know that’s kind of mean to say but I was mainly around kids who were able-bodied and just saw myself apart of them. In my middle school days, I realized how uncomfortable I was in my own skin. The other girls could wear flip-flops and high heels. I couldn’t wear my sneakers longer than ten minutes before I’d fling them over to the other side of the room. I hated shoes. I just mainly envied the popular girls by the fact that they could do sports and had the cute boyfriends. Nobody wanted me and I didn’t understand that. I think after graduating not only did I finally see not one, but many lights.
I was too into impressing people.
I am a handicapped person, whether I like it or not.
Unless things are set in stone, don’t expect anything.
Nobody stays longer than they’re needed to.
I’m happy to say that after four years I have realized all four of these things. I wish I could go back in time to see my younger self in middle school crying herself to sleep in the middle of the night and tell her that she’ll understand why she’s feeling these things and she’ll grow to love herself. I do love myself but I still don’t see myself as an inspiration. I feel like I never will honestly. The more I learn to do with my toes the more attention I tend to draw to myself. Some of it is good don’t get me wrong, I say all this but it doesn’t mean I’m not proud of myself for learning ways to potentially help me in the future if I was ever to move out of the house one day. My nana has been teaching me different things lately, some of these things I’ve actually never done before and I’ve ended up surprising the heck out of myself. One of these things I had to do today about five times. My nana gets meals from these people and they bring them in boxes. I usually help her sort and she does the boxes. Well, after watching her and she showing me how to do it, I finally figured out how to get both of my feet and legs to mind long enough and close the boxes. By the last two, I was a pro!
The other one, we do everytime I go over there. Unless it’s my dad taking me over there then he is the one that gets my drink for me. We haven’t been doing the new way for that long but I have been talking about it a lot because I have never been able to open up a pop can before. My grandparents are having trouble with the tips of their fingers and I remember one day asking if I could try to open the can because I think something was injured. She had this neat little screw that just hooks on and it’s got two sides, so in a way makes easy but yet difficult when you’re in a rush because you have to turn it around! Well, we’ve done this about seven or eight times now and I’m happy to say it only took me probably four minutes to get it open today. However, we did have to stop a couple of times because my nana was doing other things in the meantime. So it took me about four minutes to get it turned around and open it. Plus, I wanted to get some proof for you all and even though my feet are not in these pictures they are there making sure the stinking chair doesn’t move the can back and onto the floor. It was bad enough that my nana had gotten two separate straws because she kept sticking them in her drink. Thank god it was just water and not her hot tea. We didn’t want to lose the can either. That wouldn’t been pleasant!
Straws. To an average person, this would be a hard subject to talk about. Because they don’t have to use them all the time. People only uses them when they’re lazy. Kids use them to not spill anything on them. I can’t lift a damn cup and everytime somebody does it the regular way it usually spills on me because whoever is helping isn’t paying attention. Anytime I go to a place where they might not have straws there I take a couple and put them in my purse so I don’t have to worry about that.
One time I was at my nana’s house. I think I was there for a couple of hours I really don’t remember. My nana is always stacked with straws except for that day. She was out of them. Mom I think was going somewhere out-of-town and we just had to wing it. That’s kind of difficult when I drink a lot of pop when I’m nervous or if it’s in the morning and I haven’t had anything to drink since that night I will probably drink the whole can in an hour or more. Truth be told, after my mom came back from where ever she went we had a few spills but they weren’t as bad as what I’ve had before. For some odd reason out of everybody who had to give me the drink and tilt it for me and somehow spill is my mom. She is the only one with the worst track record. When she talks and does this, it’s going be cold within the next 3 seconds. She never disappoints because it always happens.