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  • bullies are no longer "in"

    It's President's Day!

    I like to spend the day at home on my couch in my Cuddle wrap and top hat counting my Benjamins. i've been saving up you see to buy myself a helper monkey.

    no really, you may think this sounds extreme but i think this is what some people must think when they look at me. I had a very alarming moment this weekend when I pulled up to my apartment after being at the laundromat.

    it was late. dark. about 7:30pm when a gray/silver BMW wagon pulled up in the spot next to me. I was listening to my iPod and being mindful of (i.e. wrestling with) my laundry. i use a little white wheelie cart, the kind you perhaps see homeless people use, to facilitate the trip up the concrete sidewalk and into my apartment. This is not my favorite task but I've grown to appreciate it like a trail hiker who enjoys the familiar challenges of a well worn path.

    I was enjoying the crisp cool...not COLD... pleasures of a winter evening. the stars...the full moon, the sting of a deep breath opening the lungs...when the night silence was so harshly pierced with the LOUD chattering of voices. My upstairs neighbor and her companion friend were stepping out of their car.

    The short one, my neighbor held a crook-handled cane and seemed surprised to see me.

    "Oh" she startled as she slammed her car door. "Can I help you?"

    I smiled. Partly because I like my neighbor and partly out of habit...

    Her eyes were wide. Her gaze darting and unsteady. There was the unmistakable smell of restaurant leftovers drifting out the Styrofoam box in her hand... and a hint of vinyl booth seat still clinging to her skinny jeans.

    I hesitated feeling a little tight and tired from all the days efforts.

    "okay, i guess i could use a little help."

    we stood trying to make that awkward conversation that passes between neighbors who've never officially met. The world felt new, eerie kind of different and good as the willingness of two opposing personalities began to mesh...

    "Hey look! LOOK!" My neighbor's companion had wandered up the walk and positioned herself atop a step. She pointed IT"S TWO GIMPS! You guys are the two gimps living here in the same building!

    What kind of person says this? calling a person who does not walk fluidly "a gimp" i think is the social equivalent of pooping in public and calling your neighbor in to look at it.

    intellectually i understood this but in my core...

    my 30lbs. laundry bag suddenly became light as air as i sunk into the dirt. i grasped the nylon cord and cinched it tight. there's no way you're getting to carry my bag in lady!

    the lady jammed her hands in her pockets and jumped down from the step. "I'm Dawn. This is Fona she has social anxiety but she lives above you so you should say hi to her."

    i looked to my neighbor. she nodded vigorously in support. she giggled back "mother f--ker what you sayin?"

    "oh. that's hard," i said. "i'm sorry."

    Dawn walked over and playfully pushed my neighbor in the shoulder. She turned to me.

    "Give me that bag. Now I'm going to help you!"

    "oh no," I flitted and fluttered my hands. it's really not that heavy. i got it."

    She grabbed my bag and hoisted it over her shoulder. (i have a general rule in life. never mess with someone in a leather jacket who may have been drinking).

    i just stood very unBuddha like and smiled a little to myself when I thought I saw her back buckle a little.

    "OH MY GOD WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN HERE?"

    "laundry." (and a dead horse)

    Maybe it was because she'd been drinking, maybe it was because she had very squinty pale blue eyes she couldn't open very big, maybe it's because her stylist has used the wrong kind of relaxer on her curly mess of hair...

    but i could not hate her. just felt certain that there needs to be a little more education in this world.

    my point?

    so maybe on this day i could ask people to reflect on what it means to be a Good Samaritan. generally, this means Ask first, Listen for a response, Reflect for a moment, then Act. (use the AFLFARRFAMTA acronym it's really that simple). or i will ask on this day remember bullying is no longer "in" try to model yourself after the spirit of the new administration... Change Can Happen! : )
  • Paper Heart

    Good Morning,

    It is Valentine’s Day week so here's a little Valentine's lore...

    Some people said that if a woman saw a robin flying overhead on Valentine's Day, it meant she would marry a sailor. If she saw a sparrow, she would marry a poor man and be very happy. If she saw a goldfinch, she would marry a millionaire.

    alternatively...

    if she saw a berry munching chickadee, she knew her car was going to get pooped on...

    Some people said if you found a glove on the road on Valentine's Day, your future beloved will have the other missing glove...

    OR

    your beloved will be squished somewhere underneath the tires

    Some people said the first man's name you read in the paper or hear will be the name of the man you will marry.

    I say there are going to be a lot of women waiting around for a guy named Barack.

    Somewhere in this mental mush is the nugget of motivation that lead me to select today's film pick--Paper Heart!!!

    It is a date movie which might be coming to an art theater near you.

    Synopsis:

    Charlyne Yi, a young LA-based comedian/performer says she doesn’t believe in love. So, she sets out to make a documentary with a director (who is also her friend) to ask the question- does love really exist?

    Specifically, does romantic love really exist? If so, is she fundamentally incapable of being in love because she’s never experienced it? The journey takes her to talk with scientific experts, a rural psychic...to seek advice from an Elvis impersonator in Vegas and other gems of wisdom from everyday couples scattered throughout the heartland. For example, the Texas woman who was mysteriously wooed (read not embarrassed?) when her white knight drove his BIG ruck, UP the courthouse steps to keep her fancy boots from getting wet in the pouring rain. In Texas, I guess this is door-to-door service.

    The astute film goer will notice as the creative process begins to unfold, the real life filmmaker also wrote in a storyline to keep the "documentary" footage interesting and compelling. Scribbled on a paper napkin it must have read--Charlyne meets Michael Cera (an A-list actor seen in Juno, Superbad) at a party and the audience watches these two beautifully awkward people date. The message hinted at but never really stated: Charlyne is biologically capable of falling in love and experiencing the full delicacy of its permutation.

    In what comes across a bit like a deleted scene added at the end ultimately, we are left to conclude whether Charlyne has found the answer to the age-old question--has she found love for real?

    My Reactions

    Confusion:

    I am always one secretly hoping each on screen kiss is real and disappointed to realize my favorite TV couple is NOT really married. In this manner, when the lights came up for the Q & A, i too wanted to bolt for the door rather than let the quirky-hip director dispel my fantasy. The director tried to be loose and evasive when pointedly asked were/are Charlyne and Michael Cera really dating? He gave the infuriating "Well what do you think?" answer which for the rest of us obviously meant no...

    Critique:

    This showing of Paper Heart was one of the balloted sessions. Each audience member is given a paper ballot upon entering the theater and asked to mark their "star" rating after the viewing. Out of 4 stars I gave it a 3.

    The filmmakers had a very interesting question to ask. In the documentary segments I wanted straight answers from entertaining REAL characters. However, it seemed the characters were not funny enough to carry a scene without a script. It seemed obvious at times that they were responding as actors to fit a scene. From the cushy comfort of my theater seat this left me in limbo feeling like I was watching a parody of "Best in Show" (a dog show spoof).

    The STRONG exception to this general rule was a playground scene. When asked questions about love, it's ever so clear children are only in the moment and will say anything.

    Recommendation

    Paper Heart was a Sundance Screenwriting Award Winner for the writer/director Nicholas Jasenovec. There is no doubt this film serves as innovative and creative storytelling-"a wonderfully imagined journey of one girl's search for love."

    I am left with an appreciation of a poignant, funny, and intelligent film with one remaining tear in the paper heart.

    Charlyne and Michael's charismatic personalities were so strong they often overshadowed the engaging interviews. Upon their meeting, I wanted to see a whole movie with these two interacting as a couple with the rest of the world...with friends, family...in exclusion of the filmmaker's quest. In this sense it seems documentary and dramatic cinema now have a marriage out there but in Hollywood it's still going to be a hard balance act to sell.

    okay, now i'm giving Ebert (& dead Siskel) his job back.

    Amanda
  • video diary at Sundance

    hello

    we shot some video footage of this amazing week. right now we are in the beginning stages of putting together a short film on access and disability at Sundance. the working title..."This is How I Roll..."

    (click for video)
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sspFhIv4djM

  • Carmo, Hit the Road

    hello,

    i'm back to share some of the fun and happenings of my trip to the Sundance Film Festival.

    to start, i thought i'd share my thoughts on the film Carmo, Hit the Road. As i've mentioned with some concern, this was the only show i could find (from a list of over 200 offerings) that included direct representation of a person with a physical disability.

    Synopsis:

    Carmo, a sassy young woman who is tired of a small town spends her nights running from reality and into the gritty embrace of alcohol and uncouth men in hot sweaty bars. One night she is cornered by a drunk who is trying to take advantage of her...THIS is when Marco comes to her rescue. Marco is an unlikely hero taking on all challengers from the seat of his wheelchair. Marco is no saint. Carmo is more than any man's handful. Lives change and hearts desperately smolder as they wind their way (much of the time in Marco's dilapidated truck) across the beautiful South American countryside in a daring and dangerous run for freedom.

    Thoughts/Reactions

    My reactions to this film come after having had the benefit of a Q&A with the films writer/director, and principle actors after the showing.

    With this in mind, it was obvious the filmmaker had a friend with paraplegia as a consultant in writing the script. I think this can be seen in the accuracy of the story details.

    There were no miracle cures, no Marco spinning out into depression or angry rants at God over his misfortune. Marco just lived. (emphasis period).

    Others hardly seemed to notice Marco's chair. People did not extend to him any handouts or acts of Good Samaritanism. If in fact I hadn’t heard the story conceptualization from the screenwriter and director, I would have argued that the opposite were true. They were trying to mistreat him in all the ways a protagonist can be physically challenged: shot at, chased, beat up and left for dead, the object of an attempted rape...

    Also interesting in this film, the actor who played Marco was not disabled but clear he had taken the time to research his character and learn about life in a chair. Specifically, he said he spent a great deal of time learning how to balance back on two wheels (pop wheelies) and make believable looking transfers. As an audience member, the only problem I had here was that as a complete para he had overdeveloped muscles in his legs. Hardly something anyone could change though. No way even the most devout or serious thespian could arrive at the characteristic muscle wasting. I also found it a bit unrealistic that he was transferring without any assistance into the cab of a standard sized pick-up truck.

    Random Thoughts:

    Other thoughts I had about this film I'd like to leave open for discussion at another time. perhaps when others on this site have had a chance to catch it on Netflix or some other distribution (e.g. maybe it will show in small art theaters?)

    Marco was his truck. that is his truck serves as a symbol of who he was as a person. it was a "disabled" vehicle. it was rough and ready to rumble at a moments notice but...when pushed to the limit it broke down.

    Marco- paraplegia. Marco was a multi-dimensional character. Although I still envision him as primarily an angry character he was also vulnerable to Carmo. This could be seen most easily about 1/3 of the way through the film when the love story really began to develop. (e.g., he allows Carmo to take him into the river for a roadside bath and she holds him gently playing in the water).

    In summary:

    I would recommend you see this film. I found the emotions raw, accurate and real. I hope you too will notice the frustration and anger...Marco gets tired of always having to get the chair, of always needing Carmo to do that extra little thing for him when he just want to get up and GO!!!

    ...or i just need to chill a little? : )

    On the down side this film is still rough and VERY gritty at times. Be prepared for an African American gay character who is represented as a homosexual pervert who wants to sleep with (rape) all straight men. As a general rule?...throughout the film there is a lot of unflattering, violent sex.

    oh yes, and last thing. for reason to encourage you too watch this film...

    Carmo & Marco- finally do have a sex scene!

    wohoo!
  • my Sundance dance card

    Good Morning,

    I never thought I would have to come up with a metaphor for selecting films.

    One of the first things I have learned in my Sundance Adventure is that there are entire blogsites devoted to how to get tickets.

    There are at least 5 unfriendly ways to get tickets

    1. arrive at daybreak to try to get a "Day of the Show Ticket"
    2. elbow your way into the waitlist line to get a number
    3. etc...

    I've learned the least common way to get a ticket is to "Show up at the Box Office and purchase your ticket."

    So...

    I am happy to say I currently have tickets to 8 shows. Selecting these tickets was like standing on a shifting pier and trying to throw darts. Good news though, as long as you hit something on the board you really can't miss.

    I thought you might enjoy seeing what I have right now on my dance card. : )


    THE CARTER
    Despite my appreciation for the development of Women’s Studies Departments…I am hella crunk happy to cold chill and catch this doc on one of my current favorite rap artists--Lil Wayne.

    Listen carefully here for his unique artistic styling of rape (lyrics)
    Its nothin to a big dog
    And I'm a Great Dane
    I wear eight chains
    I mean so much ice
    They yell skate Wayne!
    She wanna f**k Weezy
    But she wanna rape Wayne (uhh huh)
    And I’m gonna let her

    So…rape. A desirable act one may permit for intense self pleasuring?

    hmmm... : ( no i don't like this. : ( : (

    GOOD HAIR
    One of the festivals hottest tickets. Comedian Chris Rock goes in search of the colorful history and stories of African American hair culture. (I am willing to stay up all night for some Good Hair and risk late morning bed head!)

    WHY WE LAUGH
    The evolution of black comedy. Black comedians (Bill Cosby, Chris Rock, Eddie Murphy) on black comedy.

    BOY INTERRUPTED
    A mother who documents the demise of her son and his illness...because it probably wouldn’t be a good documentary film festival if you didn’t leave feeling a little depressed.

    KILLING ROOM
    A mistake on my part. I thought I’d be watching a disturbing yet fascinating replication of the Stanley Milgram experiment. A famous study in psychology where ordinary people demonstrate the extent to which they would harm another simply because a person in authority tells them to.

    This is actually NOT a documentary it's a "psychological thriller/horror"- 4 unwitting volunteers sign up for a psych experiment and get "eliminated" based on...their ability to do math?

    CARMO, HIT THE ROAD
    An action-packed film with a leading man in a wheelchair. I really want to see the car chase scene where we pause and wait as he transfers himself and the chair lift is activated…one one-thousand, two one-thousand. Nope haven’t hit the road yet…three one-thousand...

    PAPER HEART
    i was completely sucked in by the premise and the picture of the cute little girl in the film guide wearing the little bridal gown and chunky glasses

    WORLDS GREATEST DAD
    Robin Williams in a more subdued role- I'm hoping this is a mix of Mr. Holland’s Opus and Good Will Hunting.

    EARTH DAYS
    ...because when on site of a non-profit organization dedicated to furthering free and independent causes you must do something earthy. This film recounts the history of the modern environmental movement.

    okay, that's all for now. Happy MLK Day and Inauguration week.

    Amanda
  • Sundance Film Festival Trip

    Greetings,

    Time to get out my Cuddle Duds! I'm gettin' ready to rub elbows with the stars!!! I've been lucky enough to get invited to the 2009 Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah. From January 20 thru the 26th, I will be hanging out with a class of college students studying documentary film-making and serving as a "special consultant" on their group project. In theory, the students will be making a 60 min. film on some aspect of disability and culture.

    While I'm excited to have this important opportunity to help mold young minds, I'm perhaps a little more excited to be working on my own project while I'm there. I'm planning to do some video blogging for my Monday Morning News & this blog.

    In preparation, I've been doing a little research. I thought you might enjoy some of these interesting facts.

    1. avg. temp in Park City for January- 18F (...what?)
    2. avg. snow in Park City for January- 73 in. (huh?!?)
    3. base depth "snow already on the mountain..."- 53'in.

    (oh no no no...)

    4. "Each year more than 50,000 people attend screenings...in addition to discovering filmmaking's newest talent...Festivalgoers experience..."

    (frostbite? maaaan that's cold)

    5. the Sundance Film Guide can be found at

    http://festival.sundance.org/2009/

    it is frustrating to me that of the over 200 films offered i could only find 1 that seems to include a character or protagonist with a physical disability...

    Amanda

    p.s. ...Walking Times Egyptian Theater to Eccles Theater. 2.5 miles 50min...

    BRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
  • Life as Usual

    I haven’t heard too much from my dad lately…It’s funny what love can do to a person...Monday night dance lessons…“Is it Friday yet?" Wednesdays... It's Friday night Date Nights!!!

    ...weekends once filled with those lonely cold drives to the boys high school basketball games are now spent zooming the chariot between cities to woo his fair haired lady!!!

    But as in every life once the craziness ends one must find balance. Every once in awhile Dad returns to our routine Sunday night phone call and drops anchor.

    Last weekend I learned...

    At least in some of our nation’s banks, it’s pretty much life as usual.

    Dad needed to use up his vacation days before the end of the year. With every holiday ribbon already strewn through the table settings, each little jingle bell already adding that "extra little touch" to the windowsills...He had decided to take the week off to do a little x-mas shopping.

    If you can recall from "Dad's Who Date," (an early writing) my dad...loves Christmas! but i think he just really likes decorating for it.

    As our Sunday evening phone conversation dwindled to pauses and repeat topics (Brother would you please call Dad?), I could see the worry crease in his forehead deepen. The first step to this chore began with...getting a list.

    Dad needed the "30 seconds to Talk Me Down" Rachel Maddow segment.

    "Dad,” I said, “x-mas gifts are not that hard. just think of something you like about the person or their interests and support them."

    i gave the encouraging "...and it doesn't have to be big."

    "well, you know, maybe you could just jot down a couple items. i promise i won't get you any clothes...you know just a couple items as you think of them..."

    I've noticed even the experts can't talk Rachel down so i didn't feel too bad about may failure to reassure.

    i simply promised to call with a "Dad Do-able" x-mas list ASAP!

    As some of you may know, I am recently CPR certified (thank you to the two people who will accept my assistance)...

    I’ve learned that in order to tell if your loved one is having a stroke you can use this simple check list FAST!

    F- face- face droopage
    A- arms- weakness or numbness in one arm
    S- speech- slurred or difficulty getting words out (caution: also seen in other conditions such as sloppy drunkeness)
    T- Time to call 9-1-1 if you see any of these signs!

    or if you're like me i say...

    If you would like earlier signs, check the status of their answering machine message. I believe a sure sign an aging parent is slipping a little is when they can no longer figure out their electronic equipment.

    So...back to my story

    For a full 10 minutes i sat pen in hand and brainstormed ENJOYABLE DAD SHOPPING ITEMS...

    I dialed home early during peek alertness hours on Monday morning.

    "This Power Star user is not available...beep."

    I hung up unsure what to say to Dad's automaton.

    Then I remembered the significant windstorm and that my dad no longer attempts to personalize or reset the answering machine message after a power outage.

    (Had I more time with that greeting I think I would have left a rousing rendition of “I’ll Be Home for X-mas.” the voice of the automatron just fills you with the spirit...I'll be home for Chriiistmaaaas yooou can count...click...goodbye).

    Determined I called back. I had just under two seconds to blurt out.

    “a nice piece of luggage!” (click)

    There was no reassuring telephone number to check with. I just had to take that leap of faith that it's the person you are calling and not some stranger who will hear you say...

    "and maybe some bath towels?..."

    I took a breather and tried again at a different time of day.

    Beep…

    “Dad I would like bath towels…(click) a GPS system, night vision goggles and a robot!”

    and again...

    "Dad, I would like a piece of luggage, bath towels and (click) curlers for my hair damnit!"

    beeeeeep

    “Dad, it’s me please check your e-mail!”

    There are many things I am glad did not get recorded when leaving my harried two second Christmas list.

    I've just learned during the course of the week, my dad has done his shopping. No list. So, this x-mas I am looking forward to opening my new puffy yet tasteful dressy-casual vest…urrg! Life as usual.

    if i do not post again sooner Happy Holidays!

    amanda

    *please do not misread. i appreciate any and all Dad shopping efforts. It's just the confounding of the x-mas spirit that troubles me here.

  • because the world needs more chair dancing...

    So, with all the troubles going on in the world these days Mitty (the kitty) and I decided to do out part to raise happiness awareness. We held a "Saturday Night Dance Party!"...with two attendees. : )

    If you follow this link, you will experience some meeeean chair-dancing : ).

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sj1IFyQ0P64

    feel free to cop my moves : ).

    Keep on Keepin' on.

    Amanda "A-lo" & Mitty "Mix-a-lot"

    p.s. *warning FloRida's lyrics are EXPLICIT. you may need to cover your ears.
  • Walking into Walls

    Good Evening. (...or morning...late afternoon, wide-eyed can't sleep 4am?)

    I had another disability experience this week I thought I'd share. Recently, I had a filling fall out of one of my teeth. Being one of the many dentally uninsured Americans (luckily without pain) I did not seek immediate care. Instead, I estimated about how long a steady diet of Froot Loops can last without an exposed tooth requiring a root canal...

    after determining that 9 months was probably a bit too long to wait for an appointment with the OSU dental students (if you agree to "guinea pig" it you get a cheaper fee), i relied on a friend for a referral to a local dentist.

    when i arrived for my first appointment this Tuesday. there were two orange barrels strewn with yellow CAUTION tape blocking the door. maybe i should have taken this as some sort of guardian angel's effort but i didn't. instead i simply approached the closet man in a hardhat and asked for a safe or alternative entrance into the building...

    once inside the building, i found the floors had been stripped of the tile and provided a paved path of industrial glue residue anywhere carpet might have been.

    after some wandering, I found my way to the dentist's door. i am not sure of all the other services offered in this building (accounting, real estate, law???) but i assure you there were many.

    my stay in the waiting room area was no Comfort Inn but it served. after checking in at the desk, i sat down in a fabric covered waiting chair and slept... i am embarrassed about this but also realize there's not much you can do to fight sleep in the 'bewitching" hours. Those late afternoon hours between 3-5pm, that our neighbors to the South have so wisely called "siesta!"

    the dental assistant opened the waiting room door, called my name off the clipboard and i jumped!!!!! awake!!!!

    i am not steady on my feet after any kind of nap and especially start off in all directions when my legs have tightened from sitting (and sleeping) too long in a chair. i tried to follow the assistant through the maze of hallways and side offices...but instead ended up banging into almost every door frame and available wall space. Finally, i entered one of the offices and landed it safely in the dental chair...

    okay all this was NOT the problem that has prompted me to write this tonight. the problem was what happened next. as i reclined and watched CNN on the TV monitor hanging above...i did not fall asleep...go figure...the dental hygienist entered the room. i was smiling and taking in a fine head of silver hair and a great floral smock when she looked at me. squinted through dark rimmed glasses and said "so, what is it? i see you had a problem getting in here today."

    she looked at me expectantly there was not a hint of awkward apology in her voice.

    i inherently lost mine because i knew what she meant. she was not referring to the many physical or man-made barriers i had just overcome but was rather just seeing me--A BIG FAT DISABILITY!

    i blinked back tears or you know, just the dust in my eye from all the construction and gave her the obvious. "Yes" i said, "i have trouble walking..." the rest she was going to have to pry out of me with her little pointy scraper hook!

    in the end we both ended up smiling and having a nice conversation between rinse and spit. i left with this realization a hard lesson to learn for someone who strives to give so much...

    realization: just because i have a SCI this does not mean i have to explain myself to anyone who asks or feels entitled to a good story.

    okay, hope you all have a great night, morning, or finally heavy eyelids so you can get some sleep.

    amanda
  • a hospital feels like home

    Tonight was a difficult night for me. I just returned from visiting a friend who is very sick and in the hospital. My friend Bill (aka my "Fishing Buddy" Bill) has stage four prostate cancer that has metastasized to different parts of his body. There is cancer in his stomach, his skull and the swelling of lymph nodes suggest "the cancer cells are coming!" to more precious organs. The wearied doctor might say it's only a matter of time now there's nothing more we can do...

    i watched tonight as the well patienced nurse went about her nightly duties- drawing another vile of blood, checking Bill's menses?...can a 61 year old man ovulate? what ever the term, i asked and it meant basic life signs and mental clarity.

    as sometimes happens in hospitals i began to relax and feel at home. an ICU unit is a place my body has been. it is a place through my work my mind knows.

    as the nurse straightened Bill's arm to keep the IV machine from beeping and labeled each tube with the surgical tape my own skin began to crawl and itch with each desperate attempt at a scratch...

    i was relieved when the nurse offered lotion to sooth away the burn. i knew the aloe isn't the medicinal cure promised. it's simply the attention to the need that cures.

    later, as bill struggled to free himself from bondage...i remembered that too...what it feels like to have a will to freedom but no boat to carry it (sorry for the bad metaphor).

    my spiritual strength was called upon and thankfully i could rest here. sorry this is so jumpy but watching bill's physical struggle my mind came to one conclusion. there is no bill here. is he the body i see before me? no. is he the mind of wandering thoughts i can no longer follow? no. where is Bill in these moments? he's simply in me.
  • I do not have a child but I am in a way a parent...

    Good Morning,

    Nothing too witty or profound this morning (or perhaps at all SCI related...) BUT F.Y.I. I think I’ve uncovered the childless parent’s equivalent of nose-picking!

    That is, I do not have a child but I am in a way a parent…to my cat. Mitty.

    This weekend I believe I've discovered the nose-picking equivalent. I will let those of you who are parents be the judge…

    "Mitty's Happy Feet Adventure"

    Enter one Miss Mitty the Kitty into a room of lounging adults.

    Mitty seeks out her person (i.e., me). Hops up into my lap to get her purr on and get a little lovin... There's that unmistakable feeling of pride-- "MY KITTY LIKES ME!" you turn to announce to the room with a smile...

    This is when mitty like all good cats knows it's time to concentrate her efforts on more important things--finding the LARGEST belly in the room and workin’it with the unwavering resolve of a 4yr. old booger lover.

    knead, knead, knead, KNEAD, KNEAD, KNEAD, KNEAD knead, knead...

    there is laughter...which makes it worse. the large bellied lounger has now created the inflatable backyard balloon tent. Mitty gets all four limbs involved and marches around her new favorite toy…

    I will never forget how Mitty looked over at me with the joy of a toddler who has just discovered trampoline legs…

    "Whoa mom, did you know about this? This is sooo cool watch me! watch me. watch me do this!…and this..."

    Again the very cool large belly person might save you with more laughter as you deflate…

    (I’m not sure if it’s best to laugh or cry in these moments but…).

    "Oh that’s okay!" the good-natured one might say.

    KNEAD KNEAD KNEAD, KNEAD...KNEAD,KNEAD,KNEAD.

    The laughter and intensity increases til you cannot get your little one, now clinging desperately, out of the tent. (MIIIIIIiitttty!!!)

    My Buddha teacher Gil says at times like this your emotions are like competing wolves. Over the long run, the one that wins is going to be the wolf you feed. In moments like these, I experience frustration, at my perceived failure to control my cat, and joy/compassion for the similarities we all share. bodies are funny.

    i usually try to go with the laugh and try to apologize.

    bodies are funny, flesh wounds are not.

    anyway,

    Take Care,

    Amanda
    Mitty's handler
  • Team Reeve Marathon Recap

    Good Morning,

    I am happy to report that I completed the Team Reeve All-Stars elliptithon in 4 hours! (which is exactly the amount of time I allotted for this event... : ).  I feel good today just some lingering soreness in my posterior region and quads.  : )

    Below is the link to the video I made to give you a better idea of the day. It's also a kind of thank you to everyone for the support.


    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFdS-uvg2DU 

    Peace & Happy Monday,

    A-lo/amanda

    *the music is by Joan Armatrading. the runners are from the Columbus marathon which was also completed this weekend.

    *mitty is still available for free consultation services : )
  • response to fear and overprotection

    Tomorrow, as I've mentioned, I'm running a marathon.  For my "physically challenged" body this will be four hours on an elliptical machine. When I've shared this goal with others...I have gotten two general categories of responses. First, are those who are supportive and seem to fiercely jump behind my efforts. Second, and more often, I have received questioning looks. From family and friends I would describe the reaction as one of worry and concern..."Does she really need to be doing that? or "Isn't that a bit extreme?" 

    Athletically, I think I come across as a purposeful and confident sort. I have felt a little hurt by what can feel like that familiar shield of protection.  I have lived with my SCI for 17yrs. I do not mean to sound like a petulant child but I'm quite confident that "I know my body!"  I do not see my activity as extreme but as a way to express some remaining core part of my "physical self" that has always been there. Regardless of cause or purpose I would be running The Team Reeve All-Stars marathon tomorrow. It's just my choice or way to express my "self" with what I have left.

    okay, I've said my peace for now. I will be back soon to update folks on the results.

    A-lo

  • Running for 4 hrs. on an elliptical machine

    Good Morning,

    This time next week I will be slathered in Icy Hot! Next Saturday, the 18th, I will be running my Team Reeve Marathon. I will be running for four hours* (hopefully straight) on an elliptical machine in support of SCI research.

    I've got my iPod loaded, my magazines, and my six screens of football watching to do...

    While I'm running,there will also be many other things I will be thinking about. Here are a few that I've chosen to focus on:

    The CDRF (Christopher & Dana Reeve Foundation) estimates that 400,000 people are living with SCI. The major authority on SCI research estimates 250,000...hopefully, some of the money raised will help develop more reliable statistics.

    (*regardless, this is at least 3 "Horseshoes" or "Big House" stadiums full of people)

    "87.9% of all SCI patients are discharged from hospitals to private homes...5.6% are discharged to nursing homes." I will be thinking about those 5.6%.

    The Estimated Life Costs of someone with my level of injury (but complete) is $1,729,754. The average yearly expenses is $56,905.

    This is like having the stock market plummet and then neeeeeever recovering. No matter what Wall Street does.

    77.8% of new SCI patients are male. I will especially be thinking of my newly injured sisters.

    Thank you to everyone who has donated so far. It humbles me to see your generosity. If you would like to make a donation, you can do so at:

    https://www.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=59078&supid=222859771

    Amanda


    *why 4 hrs.? I checked out the Average Finish Time for all participants in last year's Columbus Marathon-4:19:24. I have never liked to think of myself as "average" (rrrrg) so I rounded down to 4:00:00.
  • we sing. we dance. or we make videos...

    Good Morning,

    This past weekend I attended a family wedding. Unfortunately, I was tired and grumpy. I do not think people with mobility impairments should EVER have to wear fancy shoes...my loving but very "fashion friendly" family would argue otherwise so i conformed and perhaps deformed my feet.  That is, I slipped on a pair of black flats. Shoes so lightly worn they have none of the dips and form hugging grooves so nobly gained in my Nikes. To anyone who would listen to me at the church and reception I freely announced "I cannot walk in these!" and "my feet hurt!"  It all became very ugly when the DJ cued up the father-daughter dance. As my dance loving fathered landed at my side, I looked at him with all the love of a sour grape and informed him "I've developed a blister. I cannot dance."

    BUT, I decided what I can still do is appoint myself head videographer!  Here's some footage of the event I hope folks will enjoy.

    Even when we can't dance there's a spirit that moves inside.

    http://homepage.mac.com/amv12/iMovieTheater50.html

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