It's okay; I always look this shitty;

Ah the life of a cripple!

I don't feel a lot of need to be too PC when it comes to being disabled, even though I'm probably not the "typical" kind of disabled most might identify with.

My friend Seb was telling me about my old landlady filing for SSD, and she was a bit freaked that she caught people following and filming her. Seb asked if it bothered me knowing I might have been filmed when I've actually been known to work on my cars (among other things).

I laughed and told him that anyone filming me working on a car would not exactly work to their benefit. Just because you CAN do something doesn't mean a) that you can do it consistently, or b) that you even SHOULD be doing it at all.

In my own case, I pay for it when I do it. I'll be damned if I'd pay somebody else $1000 to do something I can do myself for $150. Granted, I may be sick for a week after doing it myself, but when you only make $1400 a month in the first place (yeah ...we "welfare slugs" live really high on the hawg) ...I'll deal with feeling like shit. Sometimes my bad spells happen even if I'm NOT doing shit that I have little doubt will screw me up; saving that much money is a worthy cause as far as I'm concerned.

So anyway ...after my month long battle with the assholes at Farmer's over my fender bender on Memorial Day; they finally paid off on my claim, I got the check on Tuesday, picked up my parts Thursday, and put them all in yesterday. Remarkably ...it only took about three hours; I pulled the fender off and used a rubber mallet to beat it into a passable facsimile of its original shape. I had to break out my real hammers for the inner frame areas, but I got everything "close enough" so the replacement headlamp and stuff fit in. Cheesy as it sounds, I used zip ties for parts of the bumper that were torn. I'm not saying it looks pretty, but it looks a hell of a lot better than it did ...and as of a couple hours ago, it's completely legal again.

I was sure a wreck myself after working on my wreck of a car though. I'm sure I was bobbing and weaving all over the place while I was doing the work; by the time I was done, I could barely stand or walk (good thing I had the car to drive, since I was too dizzy to walk and all). I was unable to do very much but rest after getting home, and when I woke up this morning ...I still felt like I'd been run over by a truck.

Which is par for the course when I do stuff like ...working on my car. (they do call it "disabled" for a reason)

So anyway ...as I'm sitting up this morning drinking coffee and doing my morning surfing, I get a knock on my door. I open it to be greeted by a smiling pair of Jehovah's Witnesses handing out pamphlets on preparations for the end of the world (thank you very much ...now go the fuck away). I look at the time after politely shoo-ing them away and figure it may be time for me to run through the shower and go see about getting the car inspected.

As I get out of the shower though, there is yet another knock at the door. I throw a towel around myself and go look out the peephole, and it is yet another smiling Jehovah's Witness holding a handful of the same pamphlet's I'd already received.

So I just decided to ignore him and let the dogs just yap him to death. I went back in ...put my clothes on, ran a comb through my hair, brushed my teeth etc ...and this guy just kept on knocking. ...and the dogs just kept on yapping. The knocking I can ignore, but I just don't do quite so well with the bro's two little noisemakers.

I took the pamphlet I'd already been given and opened the door all fresh and clean from just getting out of the shower ...and the guy immediately apologizes for "just waking me up."

see the header.

oh hell no, I didn't actually say that (although I thought about siccing the killer Yorkshires on him); I just thought about it later and it amused me enough that I thought it would be a funny header for a blog. I just held up the flier and told him that other people had already been by ...he apologized again and left.

Thanks a whole fuck of a lot dude. Like I really even needed another reason to despise you jerks!

Oh well, I have a lot more hours left in the day to look shitty, so I guess I'd better get to it.