I was going through our library and found this- poem someone wrote for me in 9th grade. I penciled out his name though because maybe he still loves me. jk he has a wife and son
if I tell Mom and Douglas that I only had “one little skiddypoo” on the way home from work in the snow they don’t worry as much. (my car slid in the ice) I had a skiddypoo!
I just signed up for last minute half marathon: next weekend!!! They allow handcycles to participate. This is great news
James Taylor is the only thing I listen to recently. I am very quickly turning into Rhonda
I met Christina’s husband today and introduced myself as “the competition.” what has gotten into me
I found a secret compartment on my wheelchair that I can hide things and no one will ever find. I loaded it with candy canes!!!!
“Books for general reading always smell bad; the odor of common people hangs about them.”
I left Mom and Dad a breakfast note then Achilles sent it back to me! she’s not happy about it though. look at her eyes
Finding the right time to eat raw nuts at my work desk. That means leaning my head all the way back and dumping a palm of RAW NUTS in my mouth. just like when the trash truck empties a trashcan in its trunk except mine has monounsaturated fats! it’s a job within a job. Leelee caught me
I remember how I used to dread the snow in college because I was embarrassed about leaving wheelchair tracks in the courtyard. I AM GLAD to not be in college anymore. one of the 300 reasons
I pretty much turn on the radio only to see if I’m Not The Only One is on. otherwise I listen to my own music