You do what in your wheelchair?

tile sucks...

2006-11-12T13:56:00.000-08:00

So I woke up late this morning and talked with Mike about going to Pacifica with Courtney. Sounded like a good plan to me so I headed for the restroom to get my day rolling. About ten minutes into "my thing". my right leg tried to kick me in the face than my left stomped on the ground...bink the toilet seat breaks free and I see my face heading straight at my office chair I use to get around my tiny bathroom, my wheelchair will not fit. After I had the distinct pleasure of draggin my face across a rough fabric my body twitched some more in response to my superman manuver and the back of my shoulder blade slammed into the sink cabinet and my right shoulder kissed the tile harder than a newly married couple on their honeymoon. yeeeeeaaaaaaaa! TIMMMAHHH!!!

A day to remember...

2006-11-10T12:28:00.000-08:00

My entire life growing up i had a very large amount of respect for veterans. My father was a vet during the vietnam era though he served in Germany, his brother was in vietnam. both of my grandfathers are verterans of WWII. So it was no suprise to me that when both my brother and myself made the choice to serve independatly; we signed our lives away within a month of each other. No one that serves in the military comes back the same person. You find a commradory you'll never see again in you life outside of the service. You see, hear and do things that will mark your soul for the rest of your life. Some people respect you, more hate you (think global), and none envy you. When I was first paralized it never really sank in what that meant to me and my country. Granted I was goofing off when I got hurt the first time but it didn't change the fact I was a disabled veteran as is my brother to a lesser extent. But that is the point, I don't think any Vet comes back with out some kind of disablity; whether it be physical, social, or emotional. Likely all three.most might not even realize it like i didn't for awhile, some never. So when my mom started calling me every year on nov 11th to thank me. It was a very difficult thing to accept something I had respected and honored my whole life was now me. For all those veterans out there, men and woman in service now, thank you for your sacrafices. You are valued and cherished among a few, but a loyal few called americans.

Time to Organize...

2006-11-03T12:14:00.000-08:00

...sorry couldn't resist starting off with a joke. So I am enjoying this great fall weather watching old video's on my new 37" flat screen, surfing the net from 6 feet away, and giving my 360 some much needed love. Ever seen zombie smacked in the head with an lawn mower in 1080i , helps you forget your sick real quick, that can't be right? Looking forward to things drying up and hitting the skate park real soon.