I love getting the chance to
know other AMCers. There is something really priceless about finding another
girl who like myself watches in awe at the girl sitting in front of her in
class, on the bus, in a meeting – whip her hair into a ponytail. We are
blown away at the ease and hope they know how insanely lucky they are… oh to
have strong hands.
Through the AMC ladies group on
Facebook, I found other AMCers that long for strong leg muscles, hunt for products to make life easier and do weird things around the house to survive. Continue reading
I am in love. It comes with some guilt.
I cringe at the thought of being treated differently for having a disability.
Here I sit doing the very thing I hate…but look at that face! Look at that nose!
Have you heard of Chris P Bacon?
He is crazy cute and I like to think a determined fighter. He is hungry, he wants to play, he’s dying to go places. All he wants is a fair chance at this game of life.
We tend to root for the underdog, err pig, in life…wanting them to shine. Well, my heart thumps for this chunky little porker. I want him to be able to get around and snack-it-up.
He was born without the use of his back legs. However, some amazing people have used their talents and creativity to help him mosey around. It’s brilliant and makes me smile.
He has a Facebook page and a blog. Stop by and give him some love or just treat yourself to a good giggle. I heart you Chris P Bacon. I’d love to kiss your nose.
I’m not sure if other AMCers feel this way but sometimes it
is the normal people that make my life hard.
I might do weird things like not screw the pickle jar lid on
tight, make pill bottles no longer childproof, keep favorite cups and bowls at
a level that I can reach in the cupboard even if the rest are in a different
place, leave gas caps loose, park in a weird place to avoid slants that make
the car door close when I am trying to get out, stab a hole in the chip bag to
open since I can’t grip and pull it apart…. and the list goes on and on.
These quirks are actually quite strategic. They are my methods of survival.
So with that said, when I reach for Nyquil and it’s screwed on tight or my
favorite cup is up high – I get so annoyed. I know deep down it is not like the world
is trying to mess with me. My beloved friends and family are just doing what to them is normal. Still it messes my mojo and suddenly it takes
me twice as long to do something.
Tonight I was driving home in my husband’s car. His gas
light came on and I stopped to fill it up. It was rainy, windy and January in
Wisconsin. So basically it really sucked outside. A cold that chilled you to the bone. I fought with his gas cap for like 15
minutes. Cursing the audacity of putting
the cap on right.
WHO DOES THAT?
Finally I gave in and asked the girl at the pump next to me
for help. She was like 16 and opened
that sucker in like 2 seconds. What a
show off. I’m sure it was because I
loosened it up for her. *wink*
Am I alone or does anyone else do things like this?