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January 31, 2006
learning the hard, scary way
I feel so bad for my Little Bear. Last night he started getting kind of whiny and grumpy around dinner time. He barely ate anything and kept making snoring sounds which is his way of saying he wants to go to bed.
So at about 6:30 we crawled into bed to read books and watch tv. I put him in his pjs and he was being really clingy and teary. He dozed off for a bit around 7 and he was moaning in his sleep, which is so unusual for him. He woke up around 7:30 and was so warm and sweaty. He tends to run a little warm so I pulled the covers down and decided to change him out of his sweatshirt and into a t-shirt. I kissed his forehead and told him that he felt hot.
I was about to get up to get a t-shirt and the thermometer when the scariest thing happened. Little Bear siezed up. His arms went out, his eyes closed, his face contorted and turned white, then blue. He was stiff as a board, which isn't that unusual since he has cerebral palsy, but this was very different.
I snatched him up, yelling his name and trying to dial 911. The seizure lasted maybe 35-45 seconds, which felt like an eternity. Then he just went limp. To me this was even more fightening than the seizure. He was completely white and his eyes were all rolling back in his head and he was just a wet noodle.
Thankfully the fire station is only blocks away, and they arrived in about 3 agonizing minutes. There were about 5 firemen and 4 paramedics. It was overwhelming but they were all so amazingly kind and helpful. Little Bear started coming around right after they got there and he freaked out. He screamed his brains out and flinched whenever anyone tried to touch him. Someone got a hold of Grumpy at work and he met us at Children's Hospital. Little Bear and I rode in the ambulance.
We were at the hospital until after 11. The Dr. gave Little Bear something to break his fever and waited until he was feeling more like himself. He had spiked a fever of almost 103 pretty quickly and apparently this fibral seizure is a totally normal reaction to high fever in kids his age. Why didn't anyone ever mention that to me before? Scared the bejeebus out of me. At first I thought it was something to do with his cerebral palsy. We still have to take him to his neurologist to make sure things are ok but the Dr. seems to think he'll be fine. I also didn't know that because he has had this seizure once he is more likely to have more when he gets a fever. Apparently at some point he will grow out of it though.
Did I mention also that I was in my pj's - looking fine (not) and that my house is a complete and utter pig sty at the moment because we've been too tired to clean up anything the last couple of nights and because I have piles of Goodwill donations all over the house. I am mortified that so many people saw my house in such a revolting state. Mortified I tell you.
But I am just thankful that Little Bear seems to be fine today. I cna't wait to go home and give him kisses.
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January 27, 2006
the first ride
Here in the office we've been chatting about our first cars. I found a pic on the internet that is my first car in yellow, mine was forest green and black. And it had an alligator back. And it was very fast. And cool as hell. And it got Bugg many, many speeding tickets. I was such a punk ass.
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January 20, 2006
oh, to be young
The other night I was on the hunt for some photos for my old roommate. He was trying to locate pictures from when he dyed his hair hot pink, a long time ago. So I pulled out the photo album and found the pics he was looking for and then some. I had a good chuckle.
I have to say I don't know what the hell my costume is in this picture but the boobs made me very popular that evening. And Grumpy isn't the prettiest lady I've ever seen, that's for sure.
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January 13, 2006
almost famous- part deux
Other famous folk encounters
Marion Ross aka “Mrs.Cunningham” from Happy Days
Pheasant Run Resort – Illinois
Again I was little probably about 11. She was there doing a play while we were staying there. She walked by me and my mom and smiled and said hello.
Toad the Wet Sprocket – I had a friend who is a DJ and she took us backstage to several shows. They were nice enough but we actually ended up sitting on the tourbus all night laughing and talking with their opening band, The Rembrandt’s (think Friend’s Theme song). They were really nice guys and hilarious too.
The Verve Pipe – We started going to see Brian Vander Ark (lead singer) play at a restaurant called Carlos Murphy’s, then he was in a band called His Boy Elroy, then Johnny with an I, Then boom Verve Pipe. I’ve seen them a billion and six times and I seriously thought they would get way more famous than they did, because really, they were an amazing band and generally good guys.
The Wild Colonials – Good band. They opened for Toad the Wet Sprocket the first time I got to meet them.
Jim McMahon – Former Quarterback, Chicago Bears. Miraculously he was at the Vogue one night and the DJ, a good friend, recognized him and knew I had been a fan so he sent me his way. He was with this group of orthopedic surgeons and I made the most embarrassing of stupid fan faux-pas. For some reason, I became star struck. I said something to the extent of, “I was in love with you when I was 13.” This didn’t thrill him in the slightest and he was like, hey thanks for making me feel like I’m 90. He gave me an autograph anyway.
Dan Marino – Lauderdale-by-the-sea, FL
He opened his little hot dog shop right down the street from our condo, so we went to the grand opening and there he was.
Eddie Vedder – Halloween party, Seattle
To this day I’m not sure if it was really him or not. No one would say for sure. It was either Eddie Vedder not in costume or a guy who looked A LOT like him, being Eddie for Halloween. I am even more confused because there were a ton of music industry type folks at the party, so who knows.
John Corbett – the butt grab
I’ve told this story before. See August 30, keep your hands inside the ride entry.
John Kennedy jr.–
I’ve also told this story before. See August 22, hot to trot entry.
Freddy Garcia – 1999-2000
He used to date the receptionist in our office for about a year or so. He called all the time and we would stop into the office periodically. He was very nice, kind of shy and his English wasn’t that great so I don’t know how much he understood. But he happened to be in the office the day I played the tape of my stand up comedy routine for the office. He laughed and said I was funny, but I think he really thought I was crazy. He also let me put on his big honkin’ blinged out necklace and do a white girl rap for him. I made him nervous.
We were supposed to meet Van Halen (Hagar) in Detroit but my car overheated outside of Battle Creek and we had to go home on a wasted Minnie Thins buzz.
I also went to high school with an amazing athlete who went on to play football for the Raiders and the Cardinals and a guy who has a controversial book of supposed non-fiction on the bestseller list at the moment. But I don’t think they count since they weren’t famous when I knew them.
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January 12, 2006
dressin' in the dark
A little while ago I was in the kitchen at my office, waiting for my lunch to heat up. I dropped a napkin on the floor and when I bent over to retrieve it, low and behold, I realized I was wearing two different shoes! The horror!
I am such a goof. In my defense I got dressed in the dark, half asleep, and I can't seee my feet anymore with my belly hogging up so much space! I have two pairs of very similar mules and they must have been sitting next to each other on my closet floor.
Even sadder, I was at work for more than four hours before I even noticed. Sigh.
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January 11, 2006
niblet the new
Just thought I'd share pics of "Niblet the New", expecting to make an appearance sometime around April 5th. He's 2 pounds 12 ounces at the moment. And doing great so far.
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January 10, 2006
doesn't matter he's rich
I'm kind of giggling because over the last couple of days there has been some bruhaha about a certain Oprah loved author, who it turns out may not be telling anything remotely resembling the truth in his best selling novels.
I giggle and I say HA I KNEW IT!!!
Why do I know it? Because I went to high school with him.
I don't care if he wants to make shit up or sound like a bad ass that he's not because that's his prerogative but I certainly think the book should have been marketed as fiction.
Of course, he's loaded now, so he probably doesn't care, right?
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January 04, 2006
almost famous - part I
Awhile back, Vampy did a post about the brushes with fame she has had over her lifetime. I have had the strange luck of meeting some very interesting people and some in interesting ways, so I thought I should just go ahead and steal Vampy’s idea.
First famous encounter:
Ripon Wisconsin, late 1970’s
Eric Heiden
Eric was in town to participate in a bike race. He was kind enough to stop talk and give autographs to a group of us very young, giggly, squealy girls who thought he was too fine. And dear lord did he have the biggest thighs I have ever seen.
Next and most favorite encounter:
New York City, The Plaza Hotel, 1980
Muhammad Ali
We were in the city with my dad, while he was on business. We had been out wandering the city a little after dinner but we stepped into the lobby of our hotel so we could watch a large group of people that had been coming up behind us pass by. My dad said it had to be someone famous because it was a large group and there were camera flashes and body guards and the like. We waited just inside the door to see if we could get a glimpse of “famous” go by and instead the group turned and came right into the lobby too. The crowd parted and there he stood large as life. I was only 9 and my jaw most likely hit the floor. The funny thing is that he came right up to me and said, “I bet you don’t know who I am.” Thanks to my dad and his love of sports, I sure surprised him! I said, proud as could be, “You’re Cassius Clay and we were both born in Louisville, Kentucky.” I think he liked my moxie or something because he chatted with me and my family and he took our pictures (which he kept) and he gave me his autograph (which sadly I have lost in one of my many moves). Being so young I don’t remember it all very clearly but I do remember the way he made me feel, which was wonderful. He was so much more than I ever expected. I have always had a special place in my heart for him after that.
Several moves later we ended up living in Michigan, a town over from Berrien Springs, where Mr. Ali lives. I would see his limo all over town and sometimes in college I think I even saw it driving around Kalamazoo. I did talk to his driver a couple of times at the gas station and I always hoped I would run into Mr. Ali again to tell him how much our family enjoyed meeting him. I wonder if he still has that picture that he took of us together.
Most unusual introduction:
New York Yankees
The Hotel Inter-Continental, Chicago, very early 80’s
Yogi Berra
We were in Chicago for the weekend because my mother needed to get the hell out of Wisconsin, which is totally understandable. My dad and I went down the hall to get ice and snacks out of the vending machine. My dad was standing off to the side letting me gather the stuff on my own, like a big girl. I was having trouble with the ice machine when an older gentleman stepped into the room to get ice too. He saw I was having an issue with the machine and he said, “Let me help you with that.” He helped, my bucket filled, I said thank you and turned to leave. My dad turned to the man, smiled and said “thanks Yogi”, and we went back to our room. Of course I really had no idea who Yogi Berra was so I hammered my dad with questions on the way back– who was that guy, how do you know him, shouldn’t we go back and get his autograph or something???? My dad said it was better to just let him have his privacy.
Well, my dad was right because the next morning at the check out counter we saw him again and he stopped to chat and introduce us to some of the team. We met:
and best of all
We got all their autographs which my mother has made worthless by writing what she deems as the necessary information all over them like she does with all pictures and things of this nature that she gets her mitts on. Totally ruined. I can’t tell you how many pictures I have of my family that have something like a big X to mark the person of interest with their name written next to it. then on the back she has written thir life story. It's nice that she wants us to have the info but write it in a book woman!! Drives me crazy. But I digress.
To be Continued...
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