Good Thursday my Friends..Hope everyones life is going well. In my 46 years, I have truly been blessed wioth some great friends. Friends are so important. It is always a comfort to know that you have someone to talk to when you have a problem. Share all those ups and downs with. Now, I try to be a good friend. I have been through many experiences that have hopefully given me some empathy and I enjoy being able to help people...Maybe it's why I am, still on this Earth. I have been told by many people that I should go into counseling.
Now, there is a down side to this. Now all together, since my first surgery nearly 10 years ago, I have had over 50 different aides and nurses coming in and out of my home and my life. Now 90% of these people are wonderful, caring human being, but there is that 10% that my not be cut out for this kind of work.
I had one aide who became a friend. He was very good at his job, but he also had many personal problems. I woke up every morning to his wo-is-me stories, a different problem every day. Now I don't know about you, but when I first wake up, the last thing I want to hear is other peoples problems. I tried helping him as much as He let me, but it was just not the way to start your day. Eventually I had to move on from him and we now are still friends and his life has improved.
Now some people become a little too comfortable at my home. I had one woman who was very kind...but...One day she saw that I had some plain spaghetti noodles in the fridge.. She asked if she could have some to take home..I thought..no big deal, I put some in a zippy for her. 2 days later she was back "Those noodles were great"..now these were strictly plain noodles, no butter, no sauce..nothing..."Can I Have some more?".. I thought..Ok..Help yourself. It was then that I saw her dig her bare hand into my bowl of noodles and flop them into a zippy. Ok..Well..now she has noodles for next time because There is No way I'm eating the ones she stuck her hand in! So the next morning she says" You've been so nice to me, I'm going to cook you a real good breatfast..So she takes bacon and eggs, she cuts up potatos and onions..The kitchen smells amazing!..She brings me this beautiful breakfast..As I'm about to say..Thats so nice of you!, She plops down in the seat next to me with a plate of food bigger than mine and starts stuffing her face. It seemed like everytime she left my home, she had either fed herself or left with food. Over the next weekend, I went to a picnic where there were other patients of the this woman..She was taking food from EVERYONE..She was fired the next week. I will never look at spaghetti the same way again.
It is a funny life!
Be kind, Be Compassionate, Be Superb!
R
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Das Boot
Happy Sunday! I think my life is calming down now from all the gremlins. The beginning of this year has been a bit crazy for me. I've had quite a few appointments to try to get all the equipment I use either updated or fixed. I had an appointment with the "Seating Clinic"...who knew there was such a thing? This is a clinic to acess how I am sitting in my wheelchair and to see if there is anything to help with butt wear and tear. While some people would think that sitting all the time would be fun, it's not great on the derrierre. So anyway, it looks like I'm due for a new wheelchair..now for the disabled, this is like getting a new car...Do I get a bucket seat, does it come in bright red, can I go 0 to 60 in 10 seconds, can I get it with surius radio...what kind of horn does it have...So many different options. So I have that to look forward to in April.
Next to get fixed is my boot...Yes I have a nice leather boot that I wear..When I first saw it I was wondering where the chains, chaps and whip were. The boot was made just for me so that my ankle would be stable when I transfer. Now, I am far from a fashion forward person, but my boot looks like it was right out of a Nazi war movie...When I first laid eyes on it I immediatly named it "Luftwaffe" thinking that was the name of the German marchers...I now have learned that the Luftwaffe was the German Airforce. So I now need a new name for my boot..Maybe "Butch"would do. Well anyway, next Monday, I have to get "Butch's" straps fixed..easy..Right?...NOT!!..Ok first I have to have my aide get me up at about 6:00 a.m. Put on the boot to transfer, then have my Dad come over to pick up the boot and take to to the Orthotics place by 7:30..Then they take it to the leather repairman. Then he has to finish it and get it back to the Orthotics place by the time they close at 5pm and then have my Dad go pick it up before they close. So I can have it before I need to transfer back in bed. Why does this all remind me of a Mission Impossible plot. Of course I will be your typical jewish person and worry all day that everything will go well.
So anyway...you all have a good day.. Good luck Saints...Say a prayer for Haiti and the missing stiudents from my Lynn University.my alma mater.
Be safe, Be warm and Be superb!
R
Next to get fixed is my boot...Yes I have a nice leather boot that I wear..When I first saw it I was wondering where the chains, chaps and whip were. The boot was made just for me so that my ankle would be stable when I transfer. Now, I am far from a fashion forward person, but my boot looks like it was right out of a Nazi war movie...When I first laid eyes on it I immediatly named it "Luftwaffe" thinking that was the name of the German marchers...I now have learned that the Luftwaffe was the German Airforce. So I now need a new name for my boot..Maybe "Butch"would do. Well anyway, next Monday, I have to get "Butch's" straps fixed..easy..Right?...NOT!!..Ok first I have to have my aide get me up at about 6:00 a.m. Put on the boot to transfer, then have my Dad come over to pick up the boot and take to to the Orthotics place by 7:30..Then they take it to the leather repairman. Then he has to finish it and get it back to the Orthotics place by the time they close at 5pm and then have my Dad go pick it up before they close. So I can have it before I need to transfer back in bed. Why does this all remind me of a Mission Impossible plot. Of course I will be your typical jewish person and worry all day that everything will go well.
So anyway...you all have a good day.. Good luck Saints...Say a prayer for Haiti and the missing stiudents from my Lynn University.my alma mater.
Be safe, Be warm and Be superb!
R
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Memories
Hey Blogees...Sorry I have been slacking on the blog. I've been doing some other projects. I've been scanning and loading 2 of my Jr High yearbooks into Facebook. While it was a lot of stuff to scan, it was also great fun looking at all the old pics.
Jr High was definately a mixed experience for me. Our 7th grade class was the first class to be in the brand new Jr High. It was a strange time. First of all, my Dad was my Principal. My Dad happened to be an exceptional Administrator. To this day he is still loved by so many of past students. The hard part was that I was the Principal's son. I had everything going against me..I was the fat, unathletic, nerdy Principal's son. Lets put it this way. I ran for Student counsel one year..ok..EVERY year. One year I thought I had it...8 kids were running for 7 spaces on the counsel...OMG..there has to be at least one person who was running that my classmates hated more than me..Well..I was sooooo wrong..I was that person. I did have some friends in the drama group and chorus..but I so yearned to be accepted. Anyway..I had a lot of ghost's regarding my school years, but that changed about 4 years ago when a wonderful person put together a Yahoo group for our class. I realized we had all matured and Facebook soon followed and I got to revisit so many great people who I went to school with. I am so glad that we now have the technology to share old pics and even old yearbooks.Ahhh The memories..
well, thats all for now..
Be Nostalgic, Be Greatful and Be Superb
Jr High was definately a mixed experience for me. Our 7th grade class was the first class to be in the brand new Jr High. It was a strange time. First of all, my Dad was my Principal. My Dad happened to be an exceptional Administrator. To this day he is still loved by so many of past students. The hard part was that I was the Principal's son. I had everything going against me..I was the fat, unathletic, nerdy Principal's son. Lets put it this way. I ran for Student counsel one year..ok..EVERY year. One year I thought I had it...8 kids were running for 7 spaces on the counsel...OMG..there has to be at least one person who was running that my classmates hated more than me..Well..I was sooooo wrong..I was that person. I did have some friends in the drama group and chorus..but I so yearned to be accepted. Anyway..I had a lot of ghost's regarding my school years, but that changed about 4 years ago when a wonderful person put together a Yahoo group for our class. I realized we had all matured and Facebook soon followed and I got to revisit so many great people who I went to school with. I am so glad that we now have the technology to share old pics and even old yearbooks.Ahhh The memories..
well, thats all for now..
Be Nostalgic, Be Greatful and Be Superb
Friday, January 15, 2010
My Favorite Blog.
Andrew's Blog is my all time favorite blog. Andrew is an actor currently touring with Mary Poppins. He is multi-talented and very funny. Check him out if you have a chance.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
May God Bless Us All.?!
Happy Thursday blogees! Ok First I need to wish my dear friend/sister Kathy a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Huggs to Kathy. Next, I have to ask anybody reading this to please spare a moment and realize how greatfull we we are to be alive and well. Say a little prayer or what ever you do to ask the universe to look over these people in Haiti. It is just heartbreaking. If you can give to a helpful charity..it will make you feel good.
Now "Religion" has never realy been my thing. I grew up in a fairly religious Jewish home. When my brother turned 13, he realized that he wanted to be a Rabbi. And he is today a Rabbi (who teaches in a Catholic School, But that's for his blog). Now, I went through all the Jewish traditions growing up..I was a hebrew school drop-out though..I never could learn Hebrew. That never stopped my parents from making me go to Sunday School though. When it came time to go to be Bar Mitzvahed, I memorized all of the Hebrew. I tried to me a good Jewish boy. I went to Hebrew High School 2 nights a week, I participated in the Jewish youth groups and even went on a Jewish cross country tour for 2 months one summer, but thats a whole other blog. Wth all this training and tradition..I never felt connected to God.
Ok..Do I believe in God..Yes..I believe that there is something that is contolling what goes on here on Earth. Actually , It was my Grandmothers dishes that convinced me that there was a higher being. I was working at Flyfaire Vacations in the 80's. There was a nice secretary there who everyone said was psychic. She was a very sweet older lady. One day I went over to her to request a reading...She closed her eyes and started crying..."I see pain...I see you in New Jersey... I see sadness...I see you carrying your grandmother's dishes. She never liked doing readings because it took alot out of her. I thought about what she said... I had no immediate plans to go to new Jersey. I thought the only reason I could go was if my Nana Mildred would pass..Now this was possible, but why would I carry her dishes..I would'nt be someone to do that. So months go by..I basically had forgotten what she said and I decides to go up to New Jersey for a visit. One day we were getting ready to go up to Somers, NY where my brother and his wife were living. Before we left, my sister-in-law called us to say that my brother Sid had been to the Dr and may have food poisoning or something. So we went up and Sid was very uncomfortable. We decided that we would eat lunch and then take him to the hospital..We couldn't pass up a good lunch...So Off they went and I cleaned up after lunch and babysat their new kittens.
Three hours later Mom, Dad and my sister-in-law walk in...Sid had his apendix out..So we decided to have coffee and desert before going to see Sid later..Food always help Jews in times of trouble..So we are sitting in the living room eating and my Dad says "Aren't these pretty dishes, These are your grandmothers." Well..I went WHITE! My poor Dad thought I was having a heart attack Pain!...New Jersey!...My Grandmother's Dishes! That was the moment I knew that there was a higher being that the secretary had connected with. I still get goose bumps thinking about it today.
So.. Be greatfull, Be compassionate and Be Superb!
Now "Religion" has never realy been my thing. I grew up in a fairly religious Jewish home. When my brother turned 13, he realized that he wanted to be a Rabbi. And he is today a Rabbi (who teaches in a Catholic School, But that's for his blog). Now, I went through all the Jewish traditions growing up..I was a hebrew school drop-out though..I never could learn Hebrew. That never stopped my parents from making me go to Sunday School though. When it came time to go to be Bar Mitzvahed, I memorized all of the Hebrew. I tried to me a good Jewish boy. I went to Hebrew High School 2 nights a week, I participated in the Jewish youth groups and even went on a Jewish cross country tour for 2 months one summer, but thats a whole other blog. Wth all this training and tradition..I never felt connected to God.
Ok..Do I believe in God..Yes..I believe that there is something that is contolling what goes on here on Earth. Actually , It was my Grandmothers dishes that convinced me that there was a higher being. I was working at Flyfaire Vacations in the 80's. There was a nice secretary there who everyone said was psychic. She was a very sweet older lady. One day I went over to her to request a reading...She closed her eyes and started crying..."I see pain...I see you in New Jersey... I see sadness...I see you carrying your grandmother's dishes. She never liked doing readings because it took alot out of her. I thought about what she said... I had no immediate plans to go to new Jersey. I thought the only reason I could go was if my Nana Mildred would pass..Now this was possible, but why would I carry her dishes..I would'nt be someone to do that. So months go by..I basically had forgotten what she said and I decides to go up to New Jersey for a visit. One day we were getting ready to go up to Somers, NY where my brother and his wife were living. Before we left, my sister-in-law called us to say that my brother Sid had been to the Dr and may have food poisoning or something. So we went up and Sid was very uncomfortable. We decided that we would eat lunch and then take him to the hospital..We couldn't pass up a good lunch...So Off they went and I cleaned up after lunch and babysat their new kittens.
Three hours later Mom, Dad and my sister-in-law walk in...Sid had his apendix out..So we decided to have coffee and desert before going to see Sid later..Food always help Jews in times of trouble..So we are sitting in the living room eating and my Dad says "Aren't these pretty dishes, These are your grandmothers." Well..I went WHITE! My poor Dad thought I was having a heart attack Pain!...New Jersey!...My Grandmother's Dishes! That was the moment I knew that there was a higher being that the secretary had connected with. I still get goose bumps thinking about it today.
So.. Be greatfull, Be compassionate and Be Superb!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
A Nice Quiet Life
I don't go out too much, I interact with mostly my helpers and family. HOW can my life be so crazy. It started with some fun...one of my helpers is an absolute Elvis maniac...Her house is full of Elvis stuff. So Kathy and I had the idea to buy her a cake and write Elvis on it in honor of Elvis' 75th Birthday. She was very surprised and she took the cake home to share with her husband. Then the real fun started!
My Apt manager came to the door with a late rent notice. Now I never pay my rent late. Now this is not the first time they have done this, it's the fifth. In my book, this is harrassment. So after 5years here, 1 and a half month with no A/C in the summer, crappy snow shoveling in the winters, and waiting months for easy maintanance problems to be fixed... my new project is finding a new apartment for myself. Winter in Green Bay is not the perfect time for apartment hunting, but with Kathy's help...We will do our best. It's a new adventure!
I know I talk about Kathy alot. Well let me tell you a bit about Kathy. Kathy's title is Companion Aide, but from the moment we met nearly 7 years ago, we were fast friends. We clicked immediately, and we have laughed together probrably 90 percent of our time together. Kathys job is to help me with my shopping, cleaning, some cooking and lots of running. While she does work for me, she has truly become the sister I never had. My family likes to joke that she is my wife. We have tried to be there for each other in the good times and bad. When I was in my coma, the hospital only let family in, but my Dad told them she was family. When I woke up, she was one of the first people I remember seeing. I was on a respirator and couldn't talk.
I tried writing things in the air to communicate..I couldn't understand that no one in my family could tell what
I was saying...The minute Kathy came in..She took one look and said "He wants his checkbook and to email so and so." It was so important that she understood me. She truly defines the phrase "Best Friend".
Kathy has 2 wonderful children and she, her boyfriend Eric and her kids are all family to me now. I coundn't be more blessed
I've been listening to Rosie on Sirius Radio..which always makes me happy. Yesterday I went to a local hospital to have a seating evaluation. This is to see if there is anything they can do to stop breakdown from occuring because of my wheelchair. It looks like a new wheelchair is in my future. We will see how that goes. I may put up a poll... please take part.
Be warm, Be safe, Be superb!
R
My Apt manager came to the door with a late rent notice. Now I never pay my rent late. Now this is not the first time they have done this, it's the fifth. In my book, this is harrassment. So after 5years here, 1 and a half month with no A/C in the summer, crappy snow shoveling in the winters, and waiting months for easy maintanance problems to be fixed... my new project is finding a new apartment for myself. Winter in Green Bay is not the perfect time for apartment hunting, but with Kathy's help...We will do our best. It's a new adventure!
I know I talk about Kathy alot. Well let me tell you a bit about Kathy. Kathy's title is Companion Aide, but from the moment we met nearly 7 years ago, we were fast friends. We clicked immediately, and we have laughed together probrably 90 percent of our time together. Kathys job is to help me with my shopping, cleaning, some cooking and lots of running. While she does work for me, she has truly become the sister I never had. My family likes to joke that she is my wife. We have tried to be there for each other in the good times and bad. When I was in my coma, the hospital only let family in, but my Dad told them she was family. When I woke up, she was one of the first people I remember seeing. I was on a respirator and couldn't talk.
I tried writing things in the air to communicate..I couldn't understand that no one in my family could tell what
I was saying...The minute Kathy came in..She took one look and said "He wants his checkbook and to email so and so." It was so important that she understood me. She truly defines the phrase "Best Friend".
Kathy has 2 wonderful children and she, her boyfriend Eric and her kids are all family to me now. I coundn't be more blessed
I've been listening to Rosie on Sirius Radio..which always makes me happy. Yesterday I went to a local hospital to have a seating evaluation. This is to see if there is anything they can do to stop breakdown from occuring because of my wheelchair. It looks like a new wheelchair is in my future. We will see how that goes. I may put up a poll... please take part.
Be warm, Be safe, Be superb!
R
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Everythings Coming Up Rosie.
Happy Thursday! Ok...I have a confession I can't keep it in any more...Ok, I'll just say it...I'm in love with a woman...Ok yes she is a lesbian and I'm gay, but ok..hear it goes...I love Rosie O'Donnell! Whew, now I feel better. Now I know she can be a contraversal figure, but she truly makes me smile.
Now, I have a history with Rosie. There are many similarities in our lives. we are both in our late 40's, Both gay..both overweight... we both have an amazing knowledge of useless TV fact in our minds...we both adore Broadway and Showtunes ect... Seriously, Rosie has actually played a role in two life altering times in my life.
The first time was shortly after moved to Green Bay. On July 6th, 2000 I looked down at my foot.(which I already had no feeling in) and it was beet red and very swollen. I called my Dad and off we went to the doctor's office. The Dr. proceeded to ask me if I realised that I had an infected nickel sized hole on the bottom of my left foot. My answer was "Nope, That sucks!". He told us to go straight to the hospital immediately. That began a year and a half of 8 surgeries, daily infusions of intervenous antibiotics, 3 weeks in a nursing home...in other word..it kinda sucked. During this time, The Rosie O'Donnell Show was still on. I truly found great solace in watching her. Then one day I saw on the show that Rosie had cut her hand fairly severely. A few days later, she was in the hospital after developing an infection very similar to mine. I no longer felt alone. A famous person had what I had...Then they cured her infection. It gave me hope! Unfortunately, I lost my foot below the knee...but I survived a killer infection. So in the end, I truly won the fight just like she did.
Now to understand the next story you need to know that my brother dislikes Rosie. Now, he doesn't really dislike her, but he pretty much badmouths her just to annoy me. Like many siblings in this world, He hates anything I like. So..This was around the time that Rosie was on the View and was fueding with a certain blowhard with weird hair whose name rhymes with Ronald Dump...(I don't want to get sued). Anyway..I had to have a small bit of surgery (angioplasty) to allow more blood to go to my remaining foot. So before the surgery, My brother and father were in preop and as I was being wheeled to surgery I put my thumb up and said to my brother..."ROSIE RULES".. Well, the surgery went well, but that night in the hospital I asperated (choked) and Coded (died) 3 times. Well thanks to good Dr's, many prayers, and Rosie..I woke up 6 days later. I was told that when it was thought that there was very little chance that I would survive, my brother stated.."He can't die..I can't let Him have the last word on Rosie." So he prayed his ass off.. and yes, he did eventually get the last word on Rosie. But I survived to still bug my brother.
I don't ask for much..I just want Rosie to be my friend..lol I would love to talk to her and express how she helped and inspires me. Through all of this, I smiled and laughed my way thru. I know I'm still here for a reason.. Not sure what that is, but maybe this blog is part of it.
It's snowing outside today..It looks very pretty. I like it as long as I'm inside..Ok why is my type changing...very weird. Ok thanks for listening. Be safe, Be happy and Be Superb!
Thanks Rosie!
R
Now, I have a history with Rosie. There are many similarities in our lives. we are both in our late 40's, Both gay..both overweight... we both have an amazing knowledge of useless TV fact in our minds...we both adore Broadway and Showtunes ect... Seriously, Rosie has actually played a role in two life altering times in my life.
The first time was shortly after moved to Green Bay. On July 6th, 2000 I looked down at my foot.(which I already had no feeling in) and it was beet red and very swollen. I called my Dad and off we went to the doctor's office. The Dr. proceeded to ask me if I realised that I had an infected nickel sized hole on the bottom of my left foot. My answer was "Nope, That sucks!". He told us to go straight to the hospital immediately. That began a year and a half of 8 surgeries, daily infusions of intervenous antibiotics, 3 weeks in a nursing home...in other word..it kinda sucked. During this time, The Rosie O'Donnell Show was still on. I truly found great solace in watching her. Then one day I saw on the show that Rosie had cut her hand fairly severely. A few days later, she was in the hospital after developing an infection very similar to mine. I no longer felt alone. A famous person had what I had...Then they cured her infection. It gave me hope! Unfortunately, I lost my foot below the knee...but I survived a killer infection. So in the end, I truly won the fight just like she did.
Now to understand the next story you need to know that my brother dislikes Rosie. Now, he doesn't really dislike her, but he pretty much badmouths her just to annoy me. Like many siblings in this world, He hates anything I like. So..This was around the time that Rosie was on the View and was fueding with a certain blowhard with weird hair whose name rhymes with Ronald Dump...(I don't want to get sued). Anyway..I had to have a small bit of surgery (angioplasty) to allow more blood to go to my remaining foot. So before the surgery, My brother and father were in preop and as I was being wheeled to surgery I put my thumb up and said to my brother..."ROSIE RULES".. Well, the surgery went well, but that night in the hospital I asperated (choked) and Coded (died) 3 times. Well thanks to good Dr's, many prayers, and Rosie..I woke up 6 days later. I was told that when it was thought that there was very little chance that I would survive, my brother stated.."He can't die..I can't let Him have the last word on Rosie." So he prayed his ass off.. and yes, he did eventually get the last word on Rosie. But I survived to still bug my brother.
I don't ask for much..I just want Rosie to be my friend..lol I would love to talk to her and express how she helped and inspires me. Through all of this, I smiled and laughed my way thru. I know I'm still here for a reason.. Not sure what that is, but maybe this blog is part of it.
It's snowing outside today..It looks very pretty. I like it as long as I'm inside..Ok why is my type changing...very weird. Ok thanks for listening. Be safe, Be happy and Be Superb!
Thanks Rosie!
R
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Life getting back to normal...kinda.
Happy Tuesday..If there's anybody reading...Well,my phone is finally back working..it was a broken outside wire...hmmmm SABOTAGE! only kidding. So, because of my disabilities, I have a company who provide me help in the morning to get out of bed and ready for the day and another person to help me in the evening to get into bed.I am grateful to have a service like this and am fully appreciative of their care. But as a person who has always tried to remain independent..I will never get used to this. I get a schedule each month of who is coming and when. So whenever I have an early appointment, I have to call and adjust times. Now, I don't drive so I have to use Green Bay's public transit for the disabled called Medivan or another van company Lamers which i use for medical trips. All of my rides need to be scheduled at least 24 hours prior to going anywhere. Needless to say, the word SPONTANEITY no longer exists in my vocabulary. Now, don't get me wrong, I am so lucky to have these in my life. I have, I guess by necessity become a creature of habit. When anything in my schedule goes wrong, it kinda throws me off. So between the disposal throwing up, the phone going kaput, plus my aide coming late yesterday and today...I am longing to get back to some normalness in my life of non-normalness...Ok I know I'm making up words now, but this is my blog, I can do what I want.
Ok..Did you hear about the Brit Hume shit from Fux ooppps I mean Fox News. Telling Tiger Woods that all he needs to do to be forgiven is to become a Christian. Since when do newscasters teach theology? This reminds me of a radio show I was listening to once. The "Preacher" was saying that if a gay man wants to be "cured" he needs to find Jesus. I wanted to call an ask if he was going to "cure" me first of being "Jewish", then "cure" my gayness. If Brit Hume is to be thought of as a "newscaster" and not a "Commentator" he needs to resign.
What do you think? I would love to hear any comments on my blog..well nothing rude, But I'd like to know what you're thinking. That's all for today..as an old friend of mine used to say... Be Superb
R
Ok..Did you hear about the Brit Hume shit from Fux ooppps I mean Fox News. Telling Tiger Woods that all he needs to do to be forgiven is to become a Christian. Since when do newscasters teach theology? This reminds me of a radio show I was listening to once. The "Preacher" was saying that if a gay man wants to be "cured" he needs to find Jesus. I wanted to call an ask if he was going to "cure" me first of being "Jewish", then "cure" my gayness. If Brit Hume is to be thought of as a "newscaster" and not a "Commentator" he needs to resign.
What do you think? I would love to hear any comments on my blog..well nothing rude, But I'd like to know what you're thinking. That's all for today..as an old friend of mine used to say... Be Superb
R
Sunday, January 3, 2010
A Blog...Why?
OK...Why am I doing a blog? I have a very quiet life, I don't go out very often. My social life is...well, not very social. So what in the world could "I" have to say. What do I want to get out of this and what do I want to share with the vast interworld out there.
Well, to begin with I don't want pity..I kinda hate that word. I've been there, done that. If I had not been through the things I have, I would not be the person I am. I may tell stories in this blog that are sad, but I will, and always do find the humor or meaning in every experience. If I sat here and pitied myself and was angry all the time, that is a waste of my existence. I have learned that time is too short to sit around going "poor me". Now don't get me wrong, I'm no Mother Theresa...I have my bad days. I try to limit those. My favorite expression is, "Don't sweat the small shit"
As I follow the journey of this blog, I will introduce you to some of the characters who both have help mold me in the past and who enhance me in the present. I will tell you what and who inspire me, and what pisses me off royally.
Speaking of pissed...Day 3 with no phone...never realized how important phones are. Hopefully At&t will get it's head out of it's...ooops the phone guy just got here...More later
R
Well, to begin with I don't want pity..I kinda hate that word. I've been there, done that. If I had not been through the things I have, I would not be the person I am. I may tell stories in this blog that are sad, but I will, and always do find the humor or meaning in every experience. If I sat here and pitied myself and was angry all the time, that is a waste of my existence. I have learned that time is too short to sit around going "poor me". Now don't get me wrong, I'm no Mother Theresa...I have my bad days. I try to limit those. My favorite expression is, "Don't sweat the small shit"
As I follow the journey of this blog, I will introduce you to some of the characters who both have help mold me in the past and who enhance me in the present. I will tell you what and who inspire me, and what pisses me off royally.
Speaking of pissed...Day 3 with no phone...never realized how important phones are. Hopefully At&t will get it's head out of it's...ooops the phone guy just got here...More later
R
Friday, January 1, 2010
Welcome to my World!
It's January 1st, 2010, Welcome to my World. This is my new project. I've been talking about starting a blog for a long time and after watching the movie "Julie and Julia", I thought I might as well dive in. So here goes..
I have to say that 2010 seems to be starting with a blast. Let me first tell you how 2009 ended. First of all, I think my apartment is possessed. It all began 2 weeks ago when my lights in the kitchen and dining room decided to stop working. I checked all the circuit breakers that had anything to do with lights..all looked fine. Now, I am in a motorized wheelchair and have some problems with my hands. I'm telling you this because they really need to make circuit breakers lower so I an reach them. The next morning we discover that the disposal is also not working...MMMNNN my brilliant friend Kathy says.."there is a circuit that says "garbage disposal" Low and behold, the disposal, kitchen light and dining room light come on..Poor job of labeling.
Speaking of the disposal...Poor Kathy was cleaning out my refrigerator and was in the process of putting old spaghetti, rice, gravy and artichokes down the sink. When she turned on the disposal, i had flashbacks to seeing "The Exorcist" as the sink projectile vomited about 3 feet high of green sludge into the air and onto the floor.
After nearly passing out from laughter, Kathy cleaned up the mess and proceeded to try the disposal again...this time standing right in front of the green slime. Next sound I heard was a scream..."I've been Slimed" Poor Kathy. Well that night the possessed sink got fixed.
On to the New Year...I have no phone! I picked up the phone to call my father and no luck..It's dead. I called Kathy on my cell and she and her bf Eric came over. Now because of my disability, It is essential that I have a land based phone. I have a lifeline connected the "I've fallen and I can't get up" thingy. So Kathy and Eric come to check all the connections, they can't find anything. We look up what to do online and the actually give you directions on how to fix the wires and connections outside..Umm yeah, let me just climb up the fucking pole...So next Eric calls on his cell..They will be right there...on SUNDAY. Only after telling them I am a u-verse client did they make an appointment fot this morning between 8-12 noon, So now I had to readjust the time my aide come to get me out of bed. So up this morning at 6am ready for repairman at 8am..9am I get a call on my cell...appointment CANCELLED!!!
Now my cell is very difficult for me to used because of my hand neuropathy (numbness). So now I have My father, brother, nephew and President Obama working on my phone problem.
I am new to this, I am sorry for my rambling style,but I will work on making this more understandable.
anyway HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!!
I have to say that 2010 seems to be starting with a blast. Let me first tell you how 2009 ended. First of all, I think my apartment is possessed. It all began 2 weeks ago when my lights in the kitchen and dining room decided to stop working. I checked all the circuit breakers that had anything to do with lights..all looked fine. Now, I am in a motorized wheelchair and have some problems with my hands. I'm telling you this because they really need to make circuit breakers lower so I an reach them. The next morning we discover that the disposal is also not working...MMMNNN my brilliant friend Kathy says.."there is a circuit that says "garbage disposal" Low and behold, the disposal, kitchen light and dining room light come on..Poor job of labeling.
Speaking of the disposal...Poor Kathy was cleaning out my refrigerator and was in the process of putting old spaghetti, rice, gravy and artichokes down the sink. When she turned on the disposal, i had flashbacks to seeing "The Exorcist" as the sink projectile vomited about 3 feet high of green sludge into the air and onto the floor.
After nearly passing out from laughter, Kathy cleaned up the mess and proceeded to try the disposal again...this time standing right in front of the green slime. Next sound I heard was a scream..."I've been Slimed" Poor Kathy. Well that night the possessed sink got fixed.
On to the New Year...I have no phone! I picked up the phone to call my father and no luck..It's dead. I called Kathy on my cell and she and her bf Eric came over. Now because of my disability, It is essential that I have a land based phone. I have a lifeline connected the "I've fallen and I can't get up" thingy. So Kathy and Eric come to check all the connections, they can't find anything. We look up what to do online and the actually give you directions on how to fix the wires and connections outside..Umm yeah, let me just climb up the fucking pole...So next Eric calls on his cell..They will be right there...on SUNDAY. Only after telling them I am a u-verse client did they make an appointment fot this morning between 8-12 noon, So now I had to readjust the time my aide come to get me out of bed. So up this morning at 6am ready for repairman at 8am..9am I get a call on my cell...appointment CANCELLED!!!
Now my cell is very difficult for me to used because of my hand neuropathy (numbness). So now I have My father, brother, nephew and President Obama working on my phone problem.
I am new to this, I am sorry for my rambling style,but I will work on making this more understandable.
anyway HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!!
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