Saturday, May 1, 2010
1. Life is Beautiful
2. Last of the Mohicans
3. Planes, Trains and Automobiles
5. Dirty Dancing
6. Texas Chainsaw Massacre
7. Dawn of the Dead (60's and 70's versions)
8. Bad Santa
9. All the Scrooge movies
10. Red Dawn
Friday, April 30, 2010
I had to call an ambulance for Eddie yesterday. He had surgery a week ago and everything was going fine. He came up to my house and he was pale as a ghost. (this was especially alarming because he is black), he couldn't breathe, I thought he was going to pass out and he had every other symptom of infection. Of course he wouldn't listen when I told him to call his doctor.
A few hours later I took him some food because he told me had not eaten. He was worse and he still wouldn't listen about going to the hospital. I got lucky. His sister called while he was in the bathroom. Normally I don't answer other people's phones but I jumped at the chance to get him some help. I explained the situation to her and all it took was a one minute conversation with her to convince him to go to the hospital.
He still tried to get out of it but I pretty much forced him to go ahead and call an ambulance which he did. Then he told him to take him to a different hospital than the one who did the surgery but I got him to change his mind about that as well. Anyway he went to the hospital and I went to work. When I got home he wasn't home yet so I assumed they kept him.
About an hour later he rang my buzzer. He forgot his keys and couldn't get back in the building. They didn't keep him but he had a bad infection in his lungs. They gave him IV antibiotics and prescriptions to take at home and he had to follow up with his doctor in a few days. They told him he was right to go to the emergency room because he had just had the surgery and if he would have waited another day they would have had to admit him - and that is the best case scenario.
I'm glad it worked out. He is much better this morning and I will be getting some much needed rest myself.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
I used to have a guinea pig named Piggy. Piggy was 12 inches long and 12 inches round. He was a gentle creature who loved his carrot tops and celery leaves and led a relatively charmed life for a guinea pig.
One beautiful spring day I had the brilliant idea of putting piggy out in the yard to graze in the grass. I took his cage outside and turned it upside down so he could roam in his own little corral for awhile and glory in the grass and the sun for awhile.
When I went outside to get him he was covered in about an inch of little white eggs. I didn't know what they were and I spent hours combing them out of his fur and I had to bathe him - a process he did not enjoy. The next day he was sick. When he wasn't better the next day I called the vet. He told me those little white eggs were fly eggs. Fly eggs are maggots. He told me that is any of them got inside of Piggy (and they probably did) that there was nothing he could do - Piggy would die.
In trying to be nice to my lovely guinea pig, I had essentially killed him. I observed him for 2 more days. It was obvious his condition was deteriorating. I woke up the next day to what I would call "death rattles". His every breath was labored. I decided he had suffered enough. I had never taken a pet to the vet to be put to sleep and I wanted to be with Piggy when the end came so I decided to put him to sleep myself.
I had a sleeping pill that if I took it then I would not wake up for about 24 hours. I thought if it was strong enough to make me sleep that long then it would surely kill Piggy. I crushed the pill, added some water and squirted the solution down his throat. I picked him up and put him in my lap and started to pet him. He lay there quietly as I waited for him to die peacefully in my arms.
He didn't die. Within half an hour he was racing around his cage and eating and drinking like I had never seen him doing ever in his life. He was obviously in no pain whatsoever and I couldn't believe that he wasn't dead. He was fine the rest of the day. The next morning he was in bad shape again. I had to leave for school.
On my way out the door I looked at Bobby and said, "Bury Piggy under the apple tree."
Bobby looked at me with distress in his eyes and replied,"But Piggy isn't dead." I looked him in the eye and repeated myself and he knew what I meant. When I came home that night Piggy was buried under the apple tree.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Actually I didn't dropout I just liked the title. From the first day of school I knew I should quit. They gave us an aptitude test and it showed I was not cut out for it. Don't get me wrong my skills were good. I loved to haircuts and perms. My problem was that I didn't care for the fact that I had to get chummy with people for the time they sat in my chair to get their hair done. I am just NOT that much of a people person. I didn't quit because I had already paid for the first half of school and they would have kept almost $300 as a penalty for early withdrawal. So I stuck it out for a year and a month and a week and a day.
I worked long enough to pay off my student loan and I never did anymore hair except for a few select friends and family and myself. In that picture I had just gotten my crimped perm. I loved it. Of course over the year I had so many procedures that I fried my hair. My hair went from being long and blonde and straight when I started school to being 3/4 inch long on top and 3 inches long in the back when I graduated. But that's life in beauty school. This was in 1984-85 when Cyndi Lauper and Madonna were the big influences in hair in those days. Remember that?
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Sunday was the only day of the week we were allowed to sleep late. My mom would usually have a humongous Sunday Breakfast ready around 10 in the morning. I talking about a feast that would rival any restaurant buffet today. If I woke early I would usually read until breakfast was ready. I would try to get out of eating in my teen years to try to help my weight but that was the only meal of the week that the whole family ate together (unless there was a holiday).
So I would march downstairs and gorge myself on homemade biscuits and gravy and pork chops with red eye gravy and bacon and sausage and potatoes and eggs and molasses made with mom's special touch. Sometimes there would be fried chicken and pancakes and fruits and juices with a variety of jellies and jams and butters. There was too much food for any one family but we would put it away with no problem.
Then my sister and I would have to do the dishes. That later developed into me doing the dishes and she would just come back in after the dishes had air dried and put them up. Even if I used the dishwasher my mom wanted them washed first - I still don't have much use for a dishwasher to this day. I don't see the point of washing them so it can wash them again.
If we stayed home we would go next door and try to roust Rusty and Sissy out of bed. Then the fun would start. Bicycles or Olympics or Monopoly or Basketball and Baseball thrown in for good measure. Mom basically dared us to come back in the house before dinner which would be as equally impressive as breakfast had been.
Almost every weekend if we didn't stay home my mom and my sister and sometimes my Dad and brother would go shopping. We had our favorite stores like Sears and Hills but there were plenty of specialty shoppes we would hit along the way. I always had a big, ole T-bone steak at Ponderosa drowned in mushrooms. We would go home exhausted and finish the day with the Wonderful World of Disney or later on Sixty Minutes. Somewhere in all that I had to read my book a day. I almost always met that goal too.
I had a doctor one time who was so profoundly good looking that I almost quit going to him. He was my gynecologist and the first time he walked into the exam room I almost fell over when I saw him. (at least I would have if I hadn't been on the exam table at the time)
He looked like a lifeguard fresh off the beach. He was young, tan, muscular and he had very blonde, very curly hair. He was a perfect male specimen in every way. (yes, he was single)
I actually considered replacing him for a brief time but I decided that it would be reverse discrimination. It was a smart move because he saw me through a very difficult time in my life, so it goes to prove that you should NEVER trivialize someone for their looks - good or bad.