Plain and simple: I just do not fit in my wheelchair, aka, Mr. Miyagi. I have ridiculously long legs. I’ve always known this and as a child, I was called “praying mantis.” But, it wasn’t until the wheelchair that I really realized how unnaturally long my stems are.

My wheelchair is sized for my height and weight. What they didn’t take into account was my torso is built for a little person, and my legs actually belong to a 6’4 man.

Exhibit A: Looks like Cinderella’s step-sister’s foot

Exhibit B: A giant sitting in a booster seat.

But, no fear… The wheelchair company is bringing me seat and leg extensions. Yay! There is a lesson to be learned here, if you need a wheelchair in the near future, be sure they measure your stems from the get-go.

And yes, yoga pants are the very best for life in a wheelchair! They are comfy and work well with the sliding board… (seen in the background) which helps get me from point A to point B.

Thanks to Nance for taking these ridiculous pictures. She laughed her booty off taking them, considering I look like a giraffe jammed into a child’s car seat. Happy to provide some humor for the evening.

I was in a serious car accident a little more than a week ago. It was foggy, and very dark. My car started to slip, and I over corrected. I hit a tree, sliced the tree in half and rolled down a ravine. The tree followed me down the ravine and landed on my car.

I don’t remember much after that until the first responders arrived, but there was a moment I remember thinking… “Okay, this is it.” The next thing I knew first responders were yelling, “She’s alive!” I bit my tongue, so there was a significant amount of blood coming from my mouth. They pulled me out of the car, and I knew at that moment…Yes! I am alive with so much life to live!!

After dozens of tests, X-rays and scans, we found out I fractured my pelvis in 6 places. I had surgery on my sacrum, which is the large part of the pelvis that fuses to the spine. There is a 6 inch screw through my sacrum, but it’s only going to make my pelvis stronger! The doctor says there are no long term complications involved with this kind of surgery, and even if there is a complication with the screw, they could always remove it and I would still have a strong and stable pelvis. I suffered no brain injuries, no other broken bones, no internal injuries, no spinal, neck or back. I am truly blessed and God has a plan for me.

I will spend the next 3 months with Mr. Miyagi. I named the wheelchair that because it is short and will make me stronger. I have to be completely off my feet for 10-12 weeks to ensure proper healing of my pelvis. Life with Mr. Miyagi will be exciting and challenging. I’m looking forward to the days ahead. I thank God several times a day for the air in my lungs and the strength to get stronger.

Life is a gift. A gift I fully intend on cherishing for many, many years to come.

I was born in the wrong era. This is something I’ve been told before. It’s 100% accurate when it comes to my musical selection.

My absolute favorite singer of all time, hands down, without a doubt, no ifs ands or buts about it, is Bob Dylan. I love Dylan of the old, and Dylan of the new. If you have the audacity to ask, what my favorite Dylan song is… shame on you. Every student of Dylan knows, you can’t just have one favorite musical masterpiece. You can, however, have a favorite for every mood. Every obstacle. Every accomplishment.

Anyone who has ever tried to write an article about Bob Dylan strings elaborate words into complex sentences to poetically describe the visionary. But, no one can write like Dylan. He is the greatest writer of our time. His lyrics don’t make sense to the vast majority of people, because they don’t take the time to listen. Hearing his scruffy voice can turn any sensitive ear away from the melody, but for those who appreciate his talent, listen very carefully to the message. Those people understand that everyday, is a Bob Dylan kind of day.

“May your hands always be steady, may your feet always be swift. May you have a strong foundation, if the winds of changes shift.” -Forever Young

My dad, Chubba/Bud Myers, has taught me many life lessons, and is still teaching me. It’s amazing how they stick with you. A recent incident reminded me of one of the greatest lessons he ever taught: “Let others do your talking, because their words are so much louder than yours.” Stop. Think about it.

(Yes. I realize Chubba looks like Zach Galifianakis from “The Hangover”, which I guess would make me Carlos)

Let others do your talking. There is no reason why people should go around tooting their own horn. Now, I know that’s easier said then done. When you accomplish something great, or are very proud of something that’s happened to you… stop for a moment. Digest. Thank God for what has happened. Let others do your talking. If it really was a great accomplishment, someone will eventually say something about it. And, if it was worth talking about, other people will stop to listen. Because in the end, their words will speak so much louder than yours ever will.

On my dinner break from CBS42 last night, I heard the sad news that Whitney Houston died at the age of 48. She was in L.A. attending pre-Grammy parties. While, the cause of death is not known, yet, the interwebs are going craayyzy.

I pray for her family and friends. Of course, I never met Houston and I’m really just one of millions of fans writing personal opinions that mean nothing in the grand scheme of things… but nevertheless. I will never forget, Nance (my mom) and I cruising in her Mazda jamming to “The Bodyguard” soundtrack on cassette tape.
I thought I sounded just like her when she belted out that incredible note in “I Will Always Love You.” God Bless Nance for telling me I did. In some weird way, I thank Whitney Houston for teaching me you can sing as loud as you possibly want when no one (except your mother) is around.

(A pic of what I never looked or sounded like)

We lead the news last night with the cold temperatures. It was down to 18 degrees last night! We then had a short VO (voice over) on Houston’s death with a push to the Grammy Awards. Grammy officials were busy last night revamping the show to include a major tribute. The Grammy’s will air tonight on our channel at 7 P.M. ET