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May 30, 2008
oh, piss boy!
Dear Mr. Korman,
I know you lived a very good, long life filled with much laughter and I shouldn't be sad that you have gone, but I am. I think that in some weird way you reminded me of my dad and I miss him too. You were both fantastically funny. You were never afraid to look silly or to do something completely outrageous.
As recently as Monday night, I almost peed my pants laughing at you in High Anxiety when you and Nurse Diesel had the following conversation:
Nurse Diesel (ND) - "You coming to my room tonight?"
Dr. Montague (DM) - "I don't know, I am tired."
ND - "I'll let you put on my underwear."
DM - "I'll be there at 10."
I laugh outloud when I think of you on Carol Burnett. I loved it when you, Tim, Carol, and Vicki could barely hold it together. I cried thousands of tears from hysterical laughter watching you all and wishing I could do that too.
I loved you as Hedley Lemar in Blazing Saddles, but as long I live you will always be Count de Money (de Monet! de Monet!) to me.
Don't get saucy with me Bernaise!
Farewell funny, funny man.
Posted by bugg at 11:02 AM | Comments (58)
May 17, 2008
mourning memories
Oh, sigh!
Yesterday, for no reason at all, my sweet and sassy little RAZR cell phone up and died.
It was fine when its groovin' musical alarm went off at 5:30am. It was fine mid-morning when the vet called to say that Radar's ball times 2 removal went swimmingly and I could pick him up at four. It was fine when I checked the time as I was running out the door to chaperone at Little Bear's water play day at school. My phone was safe inside my purse all afternoon while I frolicked in the sprinklers and threw water balloons at a dozen or so preschoolers.
But, when I pulled it out of my purse to see if we had time to run to the bank and the bookstore before getting the dog, the display was blank and black. I thought the batttery was dead until I charged it all night and nothing happened.
So, this morning the boys and I schlepped over to the AT&T store to see what's up with that. From behind her counter, Elizabeth, told me that it couldn't be resuscitated and would I be interested in getting a new blackberry?
Um, no.
I loved my phone. It had really cool ring tones that came with it. It was loaded with my favorite 100 80's new wave songs. But, the most painful part for me is the pictures. I had tons of pictures, many of which had been transferred from several phones ago. There were sweet pictures of the happy little smiling fish in the waiting room of the Dr. who took care of me while I was pregnant with Hoho, photos of the space needle and Seattle, random photos of Grumpy, the kids and the dogs over the last few years, the picture I took of someone who had a license plate that said "UGO BUGG", and most painful of all - the photos and videos I took of Morrissey during the best concert evah! (oh tears!)
I am a sentimental sap and my pictures mean SO much to me. I am a bit devastated at the moment. I am always afraid that without my pictures, I will forget the time, the people, the moment...everything.
It also reminds me of the last day of my senior year in high school. I had taken my camera to school with me to snap the last few photos on a roll of film. I had gone back to Ohio to see all of my friends graduate the weekend before and I had awesome pictures of people I KNEW I would never see again. Oh God, and I had pictures of me and John Porter hugging and kissing. I had a crush on him from the first time I ever saw him when we were in 8th grade, to finally hook up with him was monumental and I had photographic evidence to keep forever and ever!
The pictures were pure gold to me. I had moved and left so many people so many times already at that point that I knew that I would eventually only have those pictures to remember any of it.
Anyway, I was handing the camera to my friend, kathleen (you know who you are!)so she could take a picture of me and someone in our art class. I can't remember how exactly it happened, but she dropped my camera. It was like a slow motion nightmare. The camera hit the floor, the film door popped open and that was that.
And Kathleen laughed.
And I almost killed her.
And I cried.
And I took my camera to the camera shop to see if anything could be done, but the film had all been exposed. Every negative came back blank. To top it all off my camera had died a painful death in the process. It had been brand new, my dad had given it to me for graduation.
My new phone is cute, but the ring tones all suck and I hate buying ring tones. I can't figure out how to get my music transferred - it's not easy to navigate. The only thing I do like is that it's the same color as Little Bear's wheelchair. My RAZR was perfect! I only had it a year, it was too young to die.
Now, I am depressed, and mad at Kathleen all over again.
Posted by bugg at 06:31 PM | Comments (5)
May 15, 2008
serenity, senility, it's all the same to me
The older I get, the more I try to let go of my anger and past issues. I have made an effort to try to find peace with situations and to appreciate the things I have. Even the bad things must be teaching me some lesson I needed to learn. I cling to this belief because I believe that otherwise I would have a serious depression issue.
For these reasons I have always loved the serenity prayer. My parents had it on a plaque in their house and my dad was always a big believer in forgiveness and learning from your mistakes, at least I know he did with me - many, many times.
I am not a church-goer anymore (recovering Catholic)but I still pray sometimes. Recently, I found a prayer that feels to me, just as powerful as the serenity prayer.
I would like to share it with you.
God, grant me the Senility
to forget the people I never liked anyway,
the good fortune to run into the ones I do,
and the eyesight to tell the difference.
AMEN
Posted by bugg at 10:18 AM | Comments (31)
May 06, 2008
taking things in stride
First thing this morning, I knocked a laundry basket full of clean clothes off of the chair next to my bed and when I righted the basket and lifted it onto the bed, I realized it fell smack into a steaming pile of dog barf. Barf covered the side of the basket and a stack of clothes that were up against that edge. Mmmmm.
When I woke Little Bear, he had an accident and had peed the bed. When I brought him out into the family room to get him cleaned up and changed, I was greeted by several lovely barf spots. I cleaned those up and then got Hoho up and dressed. As I was packing everything up and getting everybody out the door Keno barfs again and it's all bloody. Gag. I figured I'd have to call the vet on my way to work and make an appointment to get him in today.
I had just locked the front door when I heard HoHo say "Uh-oh". I had a flat tire. G-zuss! Grumpy had already left for work so I had to figure it out myself. I hate fixing car issues, because Grumpy is kinda picky about car stuff and grumbles if I pay to have something fixed that he could have done himself.
I had to call my office and tell my poor new assistant, who has no idea what she is doing, that I wouldn't be coming in today. Did I mention that there are only two of us that work there. So, I left her completely alone.
Then I had to call Little Bear's speech therapist and cancel so I could get the van in and get the tire fixed.
I called Little Bear's caretaker and told her not to bother coming today because without the van we can't take his wheelchair anywhere.
I went to the in-law's (who live around the corner), got enough air in the tire to get to MIDAS and then we were off.
Little Bear normally would have music therapy today too, but his therapist quit and his replacement isn't scheduled to start until the 12th. When Ms. L quit we were told there would be no lapse in therapy.
But, last week, when we showed up for therapy (after driving a half an hour to get there) we were told that the new therapist was moving from out of state and wouldn't be starting until the 12th. We were also told that someone would call and confirm when she was ready to start.
Thank God the guys at MIDAS know me and weren't busy this morning. They fixed my tire and I got an alignment while I was at it because Grumpy put new struts on the van a few weeks ago and I've been meaning to do it. I don't know why I haven't gotten to it yet, it's not like I'm busy or anything. Yes, I was being sarcastic.
When we got home from MIDAS, there was a message from the new music therapist asking why we had missed our appointment today. Wha? Get it together people.
Well, thankfully my tire went flat here in my driveway and not out on the road somewhere.
I am taking Keno to the vet at five, hopefully he is ok. I'll keep you posted.
In other news, my father-in-law and Grumpy are out in the back yard doing a final grading job, because we get the sod installed TOMORROW! I am sooooo excited. We will finally have grass to play on instead of dirt! Whee.
In other, other news, I think I told you I work two part-time jobs. I manage a non-profit office Monday through Friday in the mornings. And in the afternoons I work from home for a female race car driver. She travels all the time so I meet her at her house once a month or so to go over things. I have to pull up to the gate of her housing development and the security guard has to raise the gate and let me in. It's pretty funny, me in my beat-up, ADA mini-van cruising through this hoity-toity Scottsdale neighborhood.
Anyway, because Danic Patrick won her first IRL race, all the newspapers have been contacting my boss for interviews. I was at her house while she was on the phone with USA today and the next day I bought the paper and read all the stuff I had heard her say the day before. It was wild.
Since I don't follow racing, I had never heard of her and didn't realize she was such a big deal. I think that's why she hired me. She liked that I had no idea who she was. Anyway, after all the years I went to school and worked as a graphic designer and I've never loved a job the way I love these two jobs. Weird how life takes you places you never thought you'd want to be.
Posted by bugg at 02:35 PM | Comments (6)
May 05, 2008
cinco de willow
Happy Birthday, fathead (the dog, not the kid)! We love you (the dog and the kid).
Posted by bugg at 05:44 PM | Comments (5)