I stupidly shoplifted when I was a teenager. You know, the stealing on chap stick when you have money in your pocket.

Let’s not even talk about the early 90′s. I was a walking after-school special.

When I was a new mother I learned the horror of lifting the baby out of the shopping cart and finding that I’d inadvertently shoplifted something when it rolled under the car seat, .

One night I realized they hadn’t charged for something at Target and because it was late and they had closed their registers for the nightTHEY WERE RUDE TO ME ABOUT PAYING FOR MY STOLEN ITEM. For real.

I won’t even lie, since I’ve been in in the wheelchair I’ll take things directly IN FRONT OF PEOPLE (like a pen with a fake flower taped to it it to keep you from stealing it) just to see if they’ll let someone in a wheelchair blatantly lift from them.

**NOTE** You can even wave the flower goodbye and they won’t say anything.  SAY SOMETHING!!

This really isn’t just to brag about stealing a sweetener container that looks like Marvin the Martian.

It’s more a post to say that as long as there are people stupid enough to believe that a wheelchair makes me immune to rules I will keep taking advantage of said stupidity.

If you want to go VOTE for my BlogHer Voices Of The Year submission, here it is to check out.

Teaching my kids they can 

The kids have busy schedules to see friends.

I’ve got plans to shore up my hug supply.

Friday, April 6, 2012 at 7:00 PM at The Rack

There are places we can’t wait to go. Things we’re looking forward to doing. People we can’t wait to see.

With some close friends going as my cheering section, I’m getting a tattoo.

Now, I already have one. On the inside of my right ankle I have a kite that represents Peyton’s fight with cancer.

But THIS tattoo is all me.

The location - the inside of my left wrist – is meaningful because it’s my working arm, the strong arm, the one that has had to pick up the slack.

The type  - it’s being done by the nippletastic Robin Plemmons – it represents ALL the friends that have by my side as I go through this.

The tattoo - “i may not be perfect but parts of me are pretty awesome” 

It says it all.

Sometimes we need that reminder to glory in our awesome parts.

If you want to go VOTE for my BlogHer Voices Of The Year submission, CLICK HERE 

Read why I'm a mean mommy that won't buy her 8yo a smartphone

THANK YOU, RON!

and I thought you were no more than a pretty head of hair

Infographic Design by Killer Infographics

You can read how to play Food Bingo 

If you want to go VOTE for my BlogHer Voices Of The Year submission, here it is to check out.

I’ve never been one to be great with imagery. My words were plain and simple. My style is almost stark now.

I have to keep the look very minimalistic because my vision can’t handle too much action.

Instead of telling you how to feel, I’d rather MAKE you feel.

What I can’t express with a turn of phrase or use of pretty words, I have to clarify with style, color or font.

I have to economize.

I’d love to go into great detail but it’s a luxury no longer at my disposal.

Sometimes I know my meaning is getting lost in the words I can’t use.

Sometimes a meaning comes that I didn’t intend.

It has to be enough.

You can read how to play Food Bingo 

If you want to go VOTE for my BlogHer Voices Of The Year submission, here it is to check out.