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September 29, 2008

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Brain Shit

     Some of my friends may remember hearing me talk about Noah–he’s my son’s BFFHS (Best Friend From Hebrew School).  When my boy was at PCH Noah and his family visited nearly every Sunday right after Hebrew School.  They’d bring Noah to hang with my boy and their youngest daughter Ali to visit with my daughters to keep them company.  Any way…so now Noah’s mom, Shelli, has been diagnosed with a brain tumor.  I found out about a week and a half ago and today found out that Shelli is having surgery Monday morning.
     And have I called to say, "What can I do to help?"  No.  And why not?  Because I couldn’t figure out what to say.  Ummm….hello, I know a thing or two (but not much more) about brain tumors and scary shit and how much families of sick people need other people for support, food, and just being there.  But, alas, I have done nothing.  But this is not about me (one of the few times anyone will ever hear me admit this). 
     What I want to do is remind Shelli to look at my boy and see how he’s come so far from that horrible time nearly two years ago.  And so if he can have a chunk of brain removed and be doing so well when for awhile he was doing so crappy, then by golly (isn’t that a fun phrase?) then she will be to!  Because her son, the beautiful boy of hers who stood up in a synagogue to ask for prayers for his friend then, does not–at age 11ish–need to be standing up again–this time for his mother.  She will be fine.  And she will learn like we did how strong and caring her kids are.  And how much her friends care and will cook for her and remember that she keeps Kosher and if she hates tomatoes that look like tomatoes or whatever her food things are.  I already emailed the friend who is organizing meals.  I may not cook Kosher for my own family, but if that’s what hers wants I’ll be at Segal’s or Imperial Kosher Market and picking up a slightly feathered chicken or whatever they want for dinner.
     Wishing my son’s BFFHS’ mom a fast and full recovery and that the only memory problems she has (that was one of her concerns in an email she sent out) are her forgetting that I didn’t call…

September 19, 2008

Here’s a list of the things that have been lost recently.  That I know about.

  • My cell phone (this was found by someone and returned to the store where I bought it).
  • 1 months supply of my sons anti-seizure medications.
  • The watch my husband gave me for our anniversary.
  • A tooth.  It was lost and then found and then lost again.  Damn thing is so tiny and the same color as the carpet in the kids’ rooms.
  • The bracelet my daughter got from the tooth fairy when she lost her first tooth.
  • My mind.

My youngest kid thinks someone is sneaking into our house and taking stuff.  I think I’m just incredibly disorganized and have no idea how to not be. 

Having Too Much Fun

September 17, 2008

Have you ever had one of those days when you just had more fun that you shoulda?  The kind where you maybe don’t tell your spouse (if they are the one that works outside of the home so that you don’t have to) because then that spouse will get all pissy because their life sucks so much more because they work for The Man giving you the luxury to have opportunities to have way more fun than maybe you should…

Today I talked a friend of mine into going with me to the local Obama Campaign Office where I had signed up to volunteer.  I asked this friend to go with me because I wasn’t going to know anyone at this place.  Now, I am not known for being a shy and reserved person, but occasionally I get intimidated by a new situation.  I know that to know me is to love me, but sometimes it’s about how to get people to know me because it would be just as easy to go, do the job, and cut out early because of an invitation to watch one friend henna another friend’s hair.  So today I asked a friend with a bubbly personality to go with me knowing that it would then be guaranteed to be a good time.  And it was.  I met people that I sorta already knew (a neighbor that I don’t see often enough to recognize instantly).  I met people who are related to people I know.  I met other people who were also thinking that today would be a good day to be a good citizen and volunteer for a worthy candidate for a high public office.  Like the lady from England who practically promised me that it would be easy to get an official royal title and the woman I gave my blog address to (if you are reading, HI!).  And I didn’t have to make phone calls which I hate making as much as people hate getting them (but if you do get a call from a wel intentioned individual please be nice). 

They even asked us to come back because we bring "good energy."  It was that kind of a fun day.  Oh, I’ll be back alright.  And not just because the office is right across the street from Tammie Coe Cakes where they sell divine red velvet cupcakes. 

      

I Wanna….Obama!

42 Reasons…

September 11, 2008

42 Reasons I Love You:

  1. I don’t remember the first time I saw you, but I know that when that happened I thought you were hot.
  2. We laugh until we cry.  Like when we watched Cheech & Chong on YouTube.
  3. You told me I was the coolest girl you had ever met…after your then girlfriend passed out at a party we were at.
  4. You took my mom on a date to go see Maya Angelou.
  5. You asked me over to your apartment to watch episodes of LA Law.
  6. You drove a red jeep.
  7. You told me that I was a nice person and deserved better when I told you what my ex-boyfriend did to me.
  8. You used words like “flippage” with me.
  9. You think you can do good impressions of George Burns and Ernie from Sesame Street.
  10. You let me think I do a good impression of Edith Bunker.
  11. You love music.
  12. You love movies.
  13. You tried to be nice at work when you had to come tell me that a customer complained about me again.
  14. You asked me to move in with you the week before my mom kicked me out of her house. 
  15. You didn’t ask me to pay rent the first few months so I could still afford to go to Europe for a month.
  16. You didn’t let “Barbie” talk you into taking her out when I was in Europe.
  17. When I came home from my trip you put bananas from the front door to our bedroom after you heard about the banana I ate in Amsterdam.
  18. You reminded me to take college more seriously.
  19. You agreed to not have any guns because of how I feel about them.
  20. You like Elvis.  And The Beatles.
  21. You bought your sister a car.
  22. You stopped and talked to me for a really long time near the fountain at the UofA and probably missed class–something you never did.
  23. You gave me a picture of you trying to look kinda like a young Elvis.
  24. You remembered what I wanted in a wedding ring and then added our birthstones.
  25. You wanted to have babies with me.
  26. You are nice to my friends.
  27. You brought my mother the two things she asked for when she was in the hospital and having double vision because of a brain tumor:  her rosary and a Playgirl magazine.
  28. You didn’t disagree with me when I told you that you loved me. 
  29. You let me make some pretty big decisions without you without saying a word….like when I decided to take over payments on my brother’s truck that had no air conditioning.
  30. The way you took care of me when my mom died.
  31. The way you took care of me after I had my first miscarriage.
  32. You are super-duper smart.
  33. You tell me that you think I’m smart.
  34. You went to ever single OB appointment with me when I was pregnant…each time.
  35. Watching you take care of our son when you were the stay-at-home parent. 
  36. You told me that you were proud of me and how well I did when I birthed our daughters.
  37. Everything you did to help your grandpa. 
  38. The way you never made me feel bad for not being strong when our son was sick.
  39. For taking care of me when parts of my body exploded.
  40. You took me to Las Vegas, got us both drunk, aimed us back to the hotel room and told me the sweetest thing a guy can tell a girl after so many years of marriage:  that you thought I was hot (and you know that as drunk as you were there’s no way you could have been lying).
  41. ThatThingYouDidTheOtherNight…
  42. You love me.
Happy 42nd Birthday to My Wonderful Husband!