scary clintonville robot

scary clintonville robot, originally uploaded by Seligmans Dog.

My early morning walk through Clintonville is a nice time to see things quiet without the noise and not as many cars driving me into the snow banks.

Hey, tonight is the Chili Contest/Dinner. See you there?

Only took me an hour with a drawing tablet

Handicap Parking, use it and be judged.

I have some muscle atrophy in the outermost parts of my arms and legs. As far as neurological disorders go, it's a blessing. It's not going to kill me and it progresses at a glacial rate. I won't be a marathoner, but I hate running. I've never seen anyone who looked happy running. I digress.

I do use heavy plastic leg braces that run up the back of my legs and into my shoes. With these miraculous bits of thermo-extruded plastic, I am Superman compared to not using them. I can walk many miles a day, chase my kid, pretty much anything that isn't too jarring.

Somedays, however, because the body continuously changes with age, with season, with effort exerted the previous day, the braces are intermittently uncomfortable and my legs will occasionally hurt. I'll keep the activity down on those days and even venture into, the handicap parking area. I hate it.

If you park in one of these spaces, you better be tough. If you don't fall out of your car - devoid of arms and legs - and shimmy to your destination using only your chin to drag yourself along, you have not earned that privilege. I'm the first to admit I'm "too sensitive," but it's tough when people pause as they walk by, give you a full body visual inspection, and walk away with a confused look. It happens all the time.

If Frankie isn't around, I ask them if I passed inspection. This raises their consciousness a bit and they quickly walk away, hopefully introspective. I only do this when it is REALLY obvious.

When I wear shorts and the braces are visible, they are comforted knowing I have earned my BMV-granted perk. In those instances, they practically throw me a few nickels. It's great.

It gets a little easier to tolerate the judgement with age, but it never gets easy.

no, you can't make me

It's about 5°F and I'm asking her to go out on the front lawn, naked, and poop. Can't blame her.

You're going to die 1 year from today. What would you do?

A variation on the lottery question, only worse and with no money.

Came up today at afternoon coffee.

Hmmm. I think I'd be a substitute teacher. Honest.

You?

Columbus Public Schools Cancelled

It's not yet, but I'm going to go out on a limb here.

All of them

Every doorknob in the house is decorated with stuff - girls.

Dear Genral Mills: Change is bad.

The early morning mission today was to hunt down Cocoa Puffs and blackberries. I realize I'm risking my daughter's social well-being by permissively giving in to this request and damaging her physical health by giving her these toxic pellets of sugar, but I'll take my chances and assume the healthy blackberries will offset their deadly effects.

This request turned into the toughest decision I made today. I get to Kroger (Graceland) this morning only to see Cocoa Puffs Combos on the shelf and the adjacent spot labeled with the original Cocoa Puffs bare. I sat there despondent imagining my peaceful Sunday morning turning into one of terror. A clerk, and obviously a Mom, sympathised as she poured through the aisle hoping it was a mistake - it wasn't. The only GM product was the Combos.

Bastards, I thought to myself. What were they thinking? For a kid, a new formulation of the same flavor can be a disaster, never mind tossing in white Cocoa Puffs. They diluted the chocolate! What the hell kind of creative genius suggested this?

After the denial, I did what any parent with survival instincts would do. I bought the store generic style and will hide the box. I'm not optimistic, but the appetizer for b'fast will be the blackberries.

Stinking bastards (shaking his fist in the air) ...

He's Quimby

The Queen

Suze is off to the doc for tests. Results tomorrow.

Update:
Suze has a couple lab results that might indicate some trouble down the road. But, so far, aside from pooping in the waiting room, she's happy and eating pig's ears like there's no tomorrow.

it's tiny

it's tiny, originally uploaded by Seligmans Dog.

It's about 5 inches tall. We're very proud of it.

Yay

Last day of 16 stay home days ~ we made it.

Bfast

Eatin' cream cheese at Cosi