Tag: Ponderings

How has your disability influenced you in such a way, that you appreciate certain things more than “everyone else?”

It’s funny. For me – over all these crazy years of having a SCI – “The Little Things Tiff Appreciates” list has grown exponentially.

Here are mine:

– A hot cup of coffee WITH creamer (ok, maybe everyone loves this one, but it had to be said).

– Sunshine. Even those blessed 30 seconds when the clouds shift, and the sun shines on my face for a moment in time, as I drive down the freeway and like magic, I warm up, can be orgasmic.

– “Fresh scent” oil candles by Glade, glowing at night in my completely dark living room. The sight, the smell, can make all the hassles of everyday quad-life go away…for awhile at least.

– My kitty “Pixie” kneading the faux white fur rug on her favorite chair. No matter how many times I see her do it, it just melts my heart. OMG cuuute!

– And getting into my poufy, comfy bed at the end of the day (feather duvet included) whilst watching Iron Chef America. Sooooo comfortable, relaxing, and I’m finally OUT of my chair (bleh…let’s face it. It gets old by the time 10pm hits). 8 blessed hours of non-chair life, here I come!

Ok, your turn. Start typing 🙂

– Tiff

As I promised a few weeks ago (to the sassy, ex-Ms. Wheelchair of Minnesota), here are my official suggestions for the best way to pick up the beautiful men of Minneapolis, or the beautiful men of <insert your city here>.

Rule #1: Cleavage rules. Men are pervy animals when you get down to it, and the best way in the beginning at least to grab their attention (on that street corner or that carpeted skyway), is to show them the goods (and believe me, the boobs are magical).

Rule #2: Smile! A smile is the second best way to invite a man to approach you, disabled, wheelchair-using, or no. Just flash them that groovy smile of yours and see what happens. In my experience, I will at least get a “Hello.” And hell, with a smokin’ guy who could get any two-legger he wanted, this is saying something.

Rule #3: Ok, I already covered boobs and a smile? What else is there? Flashing them your nipples? Yelling your cell number at them? Pretending you need help? (kidding)

Seriously though, the main rule of thumb is to just be as approachable as possible. If that involves channeling “approachable vibes” so the hottie in question notices ya, then do it. I’ve always found too that sporting the natural look (no makeup, un-blowdried hair), and if you can do it subtlety (no bra) works like a charm too (does that make me a slut?).

You see, approaching the sexy “girl next door” is WAY easier than approaching some dolled-up bombshell.

Ok guys…was there anything I missed? Meeting guys on the fly is NOT easy.

– Tiff

Whether you loathe or love this “all things lovey dovey day,” it is upon us so we (yes we) must face the Kenny G. music. 

– Here’s some fun stuff on the history of St. Valentine’s Day.

– And here’s a link to the other holiday celebrated today: Single’s Awareness Day.

I’ll be getting drunk on red wine and eating large quantities of dead cow flesh this evening. If anything says love better than this, I don’t what.

I’m curious, do any of you dis-folks out there have an amusing or enchanting Valentine’s Day tale to tell? If so, spill. I need some entertainment today.

Watch out for Cupid’s arrow!

– Tiff

Ok, so I’m really an Agnostic to be truthful (The “I don’t care, yet I have morals; and don’t necessarily rule out the possibility of God existing” Religion), but sometimes – yes – I like to delve into the realm of Goddess-based religions (mainly out of my Femi-Nazi streak).

So, during my self-absorbed Pagan studies, looksee what I came across while searching for some frelling cool Goddesses to admire:

Freya – Goddess of Love and Beauty

Now, why is she so perfectly cool for the wheelchair-using ladies of this world?

Why, she uses a chariot of course!

Now if you ask me, any Goddess who permanently resides her arse on a wheeled-transport device of any kind, is my kind of Goddess.

“Freya or Frayja, the goddess of Love and Beauty, also; fertility, war, and wealth. The daughter of Njord, and the sister of Frey. Her daughter, by her husband, Od, is named Hnoss, who it is said: “Is so beautiful that whatever is valuable and lovely is named treasure after her….

Norse legend tells of Freya, whose chariot was pulled by two black cats. Some versions of the tale claim they became swift black horses, possessed by the Devil. After serving Freya for 7 years, the cats were rewarded by being turned into witches, disguised as black cats. The cats also played around her ankles as a symbol of her domesticity.”

Freya definitely gets my Brownie Points for “Cool Shite o’ the Day.”

And out of curiosity:  Who would you worship if you had to pick an inanimate object?

– Tiff