Posts Tagged ‘body art’

My sister came to visit last weekend, from niagra falls.
She arrived on Thursday, but we didn’t see her until friday.

She came over just before 5, and we headed out soon after.

My sister is heavily into geo-caching, so we headed to search.

I’m not fully educated in geo-caching yet, but basically people leave items in different places in a city, and you have to try to find them. When you find an item, you write your name and or initals on a piece of paper, and you log about it on a website.
There’s more to it, but that’s the basic idea.

To be honest, I don’t really get the allure of it, but my sister’s into it, and my wife got into it, so I’ll give it a shot.

We found one cache in a park, but no luck with other ones.

After that, we went for dinner at the Grand Pizzeria.
I had Corona, and Caramel Latte Cake, which was damn good.
We headed home after that to get some much needed sleep before the long, busy day ahead of us.

I woke up at 7:30 am on saturday, and my wife and I were out the door by 9.
We headed off to see my granny at the nursing home with my family.
My mom, sister, brother, and three year old nephew were there.

We all hung out together, which we rarely get to do, which was nice.
My nephew was racing around outside in a car, so my wife suggested that we have a race.
Sure enough, we raced around for a few minutes, which was fun. It also gave me a chance to do something with my nephew. The last time I saw him was two years ago and he was just a baby.

After our visit, it was time to get tattoos. My sister got two tattoos, and two removed.

We got there around 1, and I tried finding a design that I wanted.

For the longest time, I wanted to get a wheelchair symbol done in a celtic style.
Then I started thinking as I wrote my initals a few times on my computer.
The more I wrote it, the more I realized that the “L” could easily be turned into a wheelchair. So I went there with an idea.

This is what we managed to come up with:

Personally, I think it’s the best tattoo that I have, and I think it suits me well.
It didn’t hurt when I got it, and it only took 20 minutes to get it done.

I’d like to eventually get a stamp made of it, and I’d use it as my official signature.

As far as I know, it’s very original too, which I like.

After that, my wife and I came home for an hour before our next voyage.

Our next stop was East Side Mario’s for family dinner.
This time, it was my wife & I, my mom, dad, sister, and nephew.
I drank wine, and more cake.
At one point, my nephew tried to feed me ice cream, and he managed to get it into my mouth.

After dinner, my wife and I window shopped a bit before we headed home.
The rest of the night, my wife hung out with me at my place.

The next day was spent with my wife trying to recover from the day before.

I did laundry on Monday.

Tuesday was spent having espresso, and then geo-caching that night.
We didn’t have any luck though.

I also got my wife to pick out a gift for our 4th anniversary of being engaged, which is on Thursday.
I can be pretty clueless when it comes to buying her stuff, so now we go together, so she can pick whatever she wants.

She picked out two gemstones, which are our birthstones, and she’s gonna wear them as a necklace.

All together now.

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AWWWWWW!

In all seriousness, I think she’ll look beautiful wearing them for our dinner date.
We’re heading to the Merlot Rooftop Grill. We went there last year, and enjoyed it.
It’s a restaurant on top of a hotel, and it revolves.

As for Wednesday, we had coffee together. We were going to geo-cache, but it started raining.

If I have time tomorrow, I’ll (re) share the story of how I proposed.

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Yesterday, I met my Wife at work at Lunch time, and we headed to a Park to hear some live Jazz. I don’t remember who they were, but they were pretty good.
After that, my Wife went back to work, and I headed off in search of Espresso, and some fun in the sun.

I stopped off at Timothy’s and drank my Espresso on their Patio. It’s not a bad way to spend a Friday Afternoon.

After that, I went to a Tattoo Shop to get some ideas for my sixth Tattoo.
The ones I have now are a lightning bolt on left bicep, barbwire around left wrist, chain around right wrist, pot leaf below left knee and chinese wording which means unique, which is on my lower right leg. The Pot Leaf is designed like the Canadian Flag, and below it, it says Oh Cannabis.

Each of my Tattoos means something to me.

The lightning bolt represents my ability to quickly destroy things in my way, plus I enjoy driving my chair around fast.

The Barbwire represents the feeling of being feeling imprisoned for 19 years when I lived in the Hospital, and how I managed to jump the fence so to speak.

The Chain represents the fact that I feel chained to/by certain things in life. It also reminds me that other Disabled people are too, and to keep fighting in order to break those chains, not just for myself, but others too.

The Pot Leaf is because, well, I used to smoke Pot often. Even though I don’t really smoke anymore, I believe that it should be decriminalized or even legalized. I know a few people who smoke it for Medical reasons, and I strongly support the cause.

The Tattoo that means unique is because I think it defines my personality, my life, and even the way I look. I happen to take alot of pride in that too. I’m unique, and proud of it.

As far as my next Tattoo goes, I think I’d like to get the Wheelchair Symbol, but I’d add a Celtic twist to it or something. I’m actually Half Irish, and well, in a Wheelchair.
Pretty self explanatory I think.
I’ll probably get it on my Forearm.

As of right now, the plan is to hopefully get in done in August when my Sister’s in Town.

While on the topic of Tattoos, I was going to take my Wife to see The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo tonight, but she changed her mind.

In other news…
Apparently, this new Chair is pretty quiet, which is both good and bad.
It’s good because I can sneak up on people and scare them, and be stealthy. I love being stealthy. It’s refreshing to actually have some people NOT notice me for once.

The bad part of not sounding like a Tank is people aren’t getting out of my way as much. In my old Chair, they’d hear me coming, and the smart ones would move. I was like Moses parting the Red Sea.
The not so smart ones stare or ignore me, and if they got in my way, well, they’d become bowling pins.

And that’s just another reason why being Disabled is fun at times.

Not a whole lot happened last night. My Wife was busy cleaning her place before she goes away this weekend.

I figured today that I’d answer some questions that I get asked often or just things people wonder about me.

So here are some questions that people ask me or wonder about. (probably)

Are you actually disabled?

BS Answer: No, I’m just really freakin lazy, and I’m in it for the chicks and the SWEET parking spots.

Truth: Yes, I was born on January 4th, 1975 with a rare form of Muscular Dystrophy called Nemaline Myopathy. Muscular Dystrophy kills muscle cells. There’s various forms of NM and it affects people differently. My form affects my lungs, which renders me unable to breathe, so I use a Ventilator to breathe. I’m also unable to walk and other various things.

Is it true that you lived in a Hospital for 19 years?

BS Answer: No, I just tell that to people to see if they’re paying attention.

Truth: I lived at the Childrens Hospital Of Eastern Ontario from 1975-1994, which is infact, 19 years. When I was born, they only gave me a year to live. I lived in ICU from 1975-1981 and then got transferred to a School Aged Ward with kids who WEREN’T in Comas. I made a shitload of friends, but sadly, many of them died due to various illnesses. When the time came near that I was getting too old to be there, they asked me if I wanted to live in a Group Home or another Hospital. I chose a third option, to live on my own. On March 16th, 1994, I moved into my own Apartment with 24 hour care. At the time, I was the first person on a Ventilator to attempt it. I’m proud to say that I’m still on my own, 15 years later.

Can you speak?

BS Answer: No, I just blink & grunt when someone pisses me off.

Truth: Of course, I can speak. It can sometimes be really hard to understand me. I sound like a cross between Eric Cartman & Darth Vader. I can ONLY speak when it’s giving me a breath and that’s why I pause when I speak. Just be patient with me and don’t worry about asking me to repeat myself. I’d prefer you hear & understand me, instead of being misunderstood.

Can you have sex?

BS Answer: No, disabled people can’t have sex, should never even think about sex, or even date. If they do date, the other person MUST be disabled.

Truth: I can have sex & I abosolutely LOVE sex. The best part is that I don’t have to stop to breathe. For the record, my Wife is able bodied.

Are you married?

BS Answer: No, I sit on a street corner begging to show my penis for $1.

Truth: Yes, technically, I’m married, but not by law. Due to the type of funding that I recieve, I’m unable to marry or live with her.

Do you have any Tattoos or Piercings?

BS Answer: No, I refuse to experess myself. Tattoos are evil and my body is a Temple.

Truth: I have 5 Tattoos. My tattoos are lightning bolt on left bicep, barbwire around left wrist, chain link around my right wrist, pot leaf below left knee shaped like the Canadian Flag, and below it, it says OH CANABIS, and chinese wording which means unique, on my lower right leg. I want to get at least one more one day.

Are you Mentally Challenged?

BS Answer: Yes, I personally think I’m the King of Siam and Birds are out to get me.

Truth: While some people would argue that I am, I’m in fact NOT Mentally Challenged.

Is it true that you did Stand-Up Comedy?

BS Answer: No, I sat outside The Salvation Army for two years yelling at people. It was GOLD, baby!

Truth: Yes, I did Stand-Up Comedy for two years at Yuk Yuk’s and other local venues from 2006-2008.

Why don’t you do it anymore?

BS Answer: Too many people started throwing shit at me and I kept forgetting to wear a Helmet for protection.

Truth: Long story short, there’s no more Wheelchair Accessible Comedy Clubs in Ottawa, including the main one I performed at. Yuk Yuk’s changed locations and it’s no longer Wheelchair Accessible.

Do you miss it?

BS Answer: No, I make others laugh. Mostly old people when I run them over.

Truth: Honestly, I miss certain aspects of it like making people laugh. However, I don’t miss the politics of it or the brown nosing involved. I do plan to return someday/ somehow, but it’ll be done on MY terms. Believe me, the curtain hasn’t closed yet.

What do you do for fun these days?

BS Answer: I sit home all day and think about myself in a different City or Country, while I hold a Gun to my head.

Truth: During the day, I usually take care of business, making phone calls, emailing people, and taking care of my life. In between that, I’m usually on Twitter or Facebook, or just surfing the web. I spend alot of time outdoors in the Summer doing various things. I also enjoy watching TV, listening to music, watching movies. The time that I have left over is usually spent with my Wife.

Aren’t you that guy I see everywhere in Ottawa, such as the Market, downtovn, Sparks Street etc etc.

BS Answer: No, that’s my Twin Brother, Juan.

Truth: Yup, if you’re from Ottawa, and you’re downtown often, you’ve probably seen me, especially in the Summer. So, if you see me around in person, don’t be shy to approach me. I like knowing that you’ve seen me or you read my blog.

Are you a happy person?

BS Answer:
No, I’m a very angry, bitter person, and I hate my life.

Truth: I’m generally a very happy, easy-going, laid back type of person. While it’s no secret that I’ve had my ups & downs in life, the same can be said about pretty much anyone reading this. I have a good life, a great Wife. I also believe that OJ used a knife. How’s that for rhyming skills?

Well, that’s it for now.
If any of you have any questions, please feel free to contact me through here, or by email, or on Facebook or Twitter.

Perhaps I’ll even do another Q & A post in the future.

Thanks for reading.