tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286732982024-03-13T08:50:49.667-04:00simply saidA blog about simplicity and the maddening search therein.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.comBlogger264125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-33628144811124193892009-07-01T00:01:00.002-04:002009-07-01T00:01:08.314-04:00Rabbit, rabbit!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimxBwn1YHAJXnCZSfhcMFrwXfI_Izu92k1ugQoGk_BZVBuLEkKYHDIoyfLFPMsAkEM6VS7eiNYEi8gC5GC8ifrslB6OQu61S7W3dwvpyJsnWEvZXdBc5uxH1lDDeoBWk45h73txw/s1600-h/il_430xN_74604593.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353312579146061730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimxBwn1YHAJXnCZSfhcMFrwXfI_Izu92k1ugQoGk_BZVBuLEkKYHDIoyfLFPMsAkEM6VS7eiNYEi8gC5GC8ifrslB6OQu61S7W3dwvpyJsnWEvZXdBc5uxH1lDDeoBWk45h73txw/s320/il_430xN_74604593.jpg" border="0" /></a>Rabbit, rabbit! Look at me the sheepish bunny sneaking out of the blue to wish you all good luck in July! Maybe because it is my birthday month...gifts and baubles welcome.<br /><br />Hope you are all getting into the summer swing. If it would stop raining in NYC, we might. Actually, there have been a few nice days, but far too many rainy ones.<br /><br />My life update in a nutshell: Louie still doing wonderfully, he is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">considered</span> in full remission and he's back to his old/young playful self. More on the topic of vaccines and greedy vets another day. He still is recuperating from odd little side effects that have sprung from the original problem, but comparatively speaking, he is doing wonderfully, especially in light of the fact that we were in danger of losing him...I shudder to think.<br /><br />Kids are done with school and in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">day camp</span> for July. Tali increasingly surly and impatient with my questions over her daily activities. Similar to jail, I am allowed one question to her daily activities. The natural order of things I suppose. So I fixed her...I peppered Julian with questions instead and before you knew it, the three of us were cracking up as I lobbed question after question, not coming up for air. I am so happy to have the breather from school. Tali did have a nice honor this past year in Math. Each state has their own Math League and Tali finished first student in NY State/6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> graders for their annual competition. Yet she doesn't like Math - it figures (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">har</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">har</span>).<br /><br />Scissors is still kvetching and clipping. And that's us in a custom made nutshell.<br />Summer is here, the living is easy. I hope you all have a great one.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Above print from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Etsy</span> Seller, <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=109775"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><strong>DudaDaze</strong></span> </a>(kind of fitting for summer).<br /><div></div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-65939330651783641892009-05-08T22:36:00.004-04:002009-05-09T16:59:59.871-04:00An Update (with some sneaking suspicions...)Where last we left off, Louie was about to undergo a blood transfusion. He did and it was successful as he only needed one and his red blood cell count showed a nice spike upward. That was last weekend and we were all set to go pick him up on Saturday when the Dr. called to say that they had found a fungal infection on one of Louie's paws which was also in his bloodstream. As such, they needed to keep him another day for observation, but we were welcome to come visit which we of course, did.<br /><br />Everything about Louie's brush with IMHA has been against odds. This is mainly seen in "middle aged" female dogs. Louie's a boy, albeit neutered. This fungal infection he contracted is rarely seen in the NYC area. Well, Louie must have gotten a good whiff of an easterly wind from the Midwest where it's mainly seen (it's an airborne fungus). When the doctor asked us if we'd been upstate (New York, that is), I had responded in the negative. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks! <a href="http://pansifiles.blogspot.com/search/label/Mr.%20Banana"><strong>Mr. Banana</strong> </a>had recently come back from a trip upstate "on a construction job." There was plenty of dirt on the bottom of his shoes mixed with some red <em>paint</em> - "from the job," which had Louie sniffing around him like mad!<br /><br />Louie 's nosing about had made Mr. Banana seemingly uncomfortable and he had let Louie know that his interest was not welcomed. I entered the room to hear the tail end of Mr. B's veiled threat to "scram before I take you for a ride upstate!"<br /><br />Mr. Banana made haste to go back to his lookout at the downstairs window at this point. I never connected it all until the doctor asked about trips upstate. A chill went down my spine as I recalled Weirsdo's comment when I first wrote of Louie's malady, "Did Louie chew on, or show disrespect for Mr. Banana in any way prior to this mysterious illness?"<br /><br />I have emailed Louie's doctor to let her in on my latest suspicion. I'll keep you posted!<br /><br />On the extreme upside - Louie's turnaround this past week has been amazing which is why I can even write with such levity. He actually played with his little dog toy for the first time since he's gotten ill which is just about three months now. When we get his leash, he trots to the door vs. lying on the floor looking up with woeful eyes. He actually barked at some chi-chi little Pomeranian passing by this evening. All signs that Louie is not so quick to be counted out.<br /><br />We still have an uphill battle as the steroids have wreaked havoc in the form of a bleeding ulcer which is being treated, along with the fungal infection and a urinary tract infection (also not seen often in male dogs). Oy Louie, do you have to be so special? He's being tapered off the steroids and is just taking the meds for the above ailments. Poor Louie, in his immune-compromised state is susceptible to anything and everything.<br /><br />More on the good news front, along with the wonderful specialist in Manhattan who is treating the more difficult aspects of Louie's disease, we've found what appears to be a good veterinary practice in Queens for his everyday care and weekly bloodwork. They are more aligned with our way of thinking in terms of vaccinating (which Louie can't and won't ever have again) and seem more proactive in terms of treating the whole problem. They recommended a great natural diet and a B complex supplement which is more than the despicable practice who shot Louie up like a pin cushion with vaccines ever did for us.<br /><br />So we remain cautiously optimistic! What better gift for Mother's Day?<br /><br />Happy Mother's Day and have a wonderful weekend!Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-57785112084328063312009-05-01T00:10:00.002-04:002009-05-01T23:41:45.931-04:00Rabbit, rabbit!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xNE3v6G4tOMu4EbG2cNSJ-AYAz3WfCr-ZYKTdwgNscxkwee90TKjpiDdP7JzXDanNO8w80yXUP8EyQLS1fJUQdYWCtAwuVotK9ygHGP5INack2ietvUvdrwG_6iDsbsQ_j-TxQ/s1600-h/CIMG6733.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330692182875689122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-xNE3v6G4tOMu4EbG2cNSJ-AYAz3WfCr-ZYKTdwgNscxkwee90TKjpiDdP7JzXDanNO8w80yXUP8EyQLS1fJUQdYWCtAwuVotK9ygHGP5INack2ietvUvdrwG_6iDsbsQ_j-TxQ/s320/CIMG6733.JPG" border="0" /></a>Rabbit, rabbit! Good luck in May. As you can see by the date on the picture, good intentions have been in place...<br /><p>It's been a tough road that we've been travelling with Louie in his battle against <a href="http://www.petplace.com/dogs/immune-mediated-hemolytic-anemia-in-dogs-imha/page1.aspx"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">IMHA</span> (Immune Mediated <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hemolytic</span> Anemia)</strong></a> with many ups and downs. </p><p>He has not responded to steroid treatment alone and other medications have been added along the way. The anemia seems to have stagnated in a not too terrible area of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">PCV</span> (red blood cell count) of 24-25, until this week. We had various <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bloodwork</span> done, one of which was to check if Louie had a tick parasite, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Bebesia</span>, which he doesn't. His <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">PCV</span> has dropped down to 17.5, his lowest yet. I'm waiting to speak to the doctor in the am to see where we go from here. The results just came back this afternoon and we tried discussing it while I was at work - not a good idea. </p><p>It's been a tough almost three months - hopes rising and dashed. I still hold out hope that we get Louie through whatever lies ahead but we have some tough issues to confront. There may be internal GI bleeding, caused in large part by the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">meds</span> needed to keep him alive quite possibly. All you can feel on his little body is skin and bones caused by the muscle waste that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Prednisone</span> (steroid) therapy causes. He has little or no energy and many times, he can make it just about one block for a walk before he demands to go home, often falling along the way. </p><p>So for today, Rabbit, rabbit, let's hope for some good luck for Louie in May. Good luck to you all too. Hope you're well. I'll try to be back with more news after I speak to the doctor. Thanks for your comments/emails along the way - it's meant a lot to me. </p><p><strong>UPDATE: </strong>Louie is in the hospital for a blood transfusion(s) - hopefully only one is needed. I'll know in the morning how that went. I brought him in this afternoon about 1:00. He does have an ulcer which is causing the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">gi</span> bleeding so we'll be treating that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">aggressively</span>. The good news is that his body is still producing red blood cells and his bone marrow is in good working order so if the blood transfusion goes well, we can get him on a little better footing. I spoke to the doctor this evening. We love Louie's new doctor. He is in the very good hands of a specialist at Animal Medical Center in NYC. Keep good thoughts rolling his way and I promise to keep you updated. </p><p> </p><p></p><p></p>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-68359867407693104012009-02-17T15:45:00.002-05:002009-02-17T23:18:20.788-05:00Louie by Numbers<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ztvC3Yl1ZF7p_gbkPeuv9k4AysbuwnNjuXlcNG_pMSx8XbtilhDeL8GgsuokDSHpIZpuMGLRJ17igDYnW4g_p-m6iCuiIabC_GzYlSYYx3PksBQjFrE9nXAo_0U3H931GSkehg/s1600-h/CIMG6455.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303261471058881730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ztvC3Yl1ZF7p_gbkPeuv9k4AysbuwnNjuXlcNG_pMSx8XbtilhDeL8GgsuokDSHpIZpuMGLRJ17igDYnW4g_p-m6iCuiIabC_GzYlSYYx3PksBQjFrE9nXAo_0U3H931GSkehg/s320/CIMG6455.JPG" border="0" /></a> One week ago, that is last Tuesday, Scissors called me at work to report that Louie was not himself and appeared to be off balance. We called the vet and brought him in that evening where blood was drawn and no reassurances given. There was also concern on the vet's part that Louie's mucous membranes were light in color.<br /><br />The following day, I called in for the results and was told that the vet was in with eight dogs and the other vet was only there for "exotics" which Louie having neither scales nor feathers, qualified as. I waited anxiously and finally got a call in the afternoon from the vet saying that Louie's immune system had gone askew and was essentially destroying its own red blood cells and the count was low. The good news was that he was still producing them. Essentially he had something called <a href="http://www.cloudnet.com/~jdickson/"><strong>Autoimmune <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hemolytic</span> Anemia (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">AIHA</span>)</strong></a> which though the doctors can't confirm but certainly won't deny was brought on by the vaccines administered on his visit the week prior as a healthy dog in for a routine checkup and vaccinations. Apparently, in a very small number, vaccines have been linked to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">AIHA</span> (something like 4 in 10,000). Maybe Louie and I should play the lottery.<br /><br />His red blood cell count was 20.5 and when we tested it the following night it had just dropped to 20. Louie was again tested last night after five days on steroids and antibiotics, and the numbers are encouragingly going up, now 24. The normal range is reportedly somewhere between 40-59 so we're not out of the woods yet. He is getting a little color back in his gums and his appetite is back. I was never so happy as to see him begging for food again. His energy level is still understandably low and we are being quite ginger with him.<br /><br />We were rather devastated when the doctor first told me as she was sprinkling terms such as "can be fatal" into the diagnosis delivery. I pressed her for stats from the practice which seemed a bit more encouraging. The young vet that we saw last night had personal experience as her dog has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">AIHA</span> and did have two relapses but is alive and doing well otherwise. We have every belief that Louie will recuperate and beat this into remission.<br /><br />We are upset that doctors don't (and I did let the head vet called in to discuss last night know) tell owners of dogs about this possible link. Although sympathetic to my feelings on the matter, they tried to explain with the usual scientific lack of evidence argument but I won't be swayed on this. Of course being a hindsight holistic myself, I should never have given Louie all the vaccinations on one day. In fact when I went home, Scissors was more than upset that Louie did have all of his vaccinations and felt that it was too many for our little pup. Who knows if it was numbers, or a certain combo, or if Louie's system was a little askew and this just threw him. Now we probably won't have him vaccinated or have to take extreme caution before doing so in the future. Some vaccines last three years in the system even though vets administer them annually. That's something they didn't tell me before this. Again the argument being that the titer test to find out if it's necessary is about $65 while the vaccine itself is $15. I'd like to have made that decision myself. Thank you. Caveat <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">emptor</span>.<br /><br />It has been a roller coaster of a week but we're hoping that Louie's future (and gums) will turn a rosy shade. But please, if you have dogs (and cats which seem to be prone to a lesser degree to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">AIHA</span>) reconsider how your beloved pets are vaccinated and how many of them are really necessary. Louie thinks it important and I'm sure your furry family will too.<br /><br /><br />PS: Ethical question: Scissors is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">upset</span> and doesn't think that we should go back to the same <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">veterinary</span> practice. I am upset too and although not thrilled with the lack of caution on vaccines (which we of course know stems quite a bit from the monetary as well as scientific standpoint), feel that it could have happened at any practice that administers the vaccines all at once. In truth, I can't help but hold it against the practice a bit myself but you know that's the mother in me talking. What do you think?</div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-38048777009185977152009-02-03T23:03:00.011-05:002009-02-04T09:47:21.996-05:00These are a few of my favorite things...<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5z4gbaqnGKnDcpuKUjsr__5-bWMtGGbsqzcvD13VtWrbcbjhLFwjnEo1xbiDA6Ds8FWg987TpPRBv3DXVXcetqqsKxFdGvFRBT1hYj6bFMsvbZpgf0Hvs6_hVzsTtS4E1F7t95Q/s1600-h/INSPIRATION-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298790741650001698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5z4gbaqnGKnDcpuKUjsr__5-bWMtGGbsqzcvD13VtWrbcbjhLFwjnEo1xbiDA6Ds8FWg987TpPRBv3DXVXcetqqsKxFdGvFRBT1hYj6bFMsvbZpgf0Hvs6_hVzsTtS4E1F7t95Q/s320/INSPIRATION-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I'm sitting here with Tali providing moral support while she completes a project for school. I miss my blog. I miss writing. I can't get out of the habit of writing everyday events into posts in my mind. Maybe it's time to put a few to paper. Miss you all. Have been hopping about, trying to catch up. I really miss each of your blogs and the individual perspective that they provide. Often times I come for a visit while I'm at work and can't really get into "comment mode."<br /><br />I'll be around soon. That's both a promise and a threat.<br /><br /><br />On the collage above: Just some random photos that were saved as catching my eye. Wish that I had the proper info. to credit them. Go ahead, click on it and have a good look.<br /><br />Also on the collage: When Tali asked what I was doing, I told her that I was just making a collage for a blog post. Her reply, "that's like something 70 year olds would do." I was both offended and amused all at once. "Well, I'm preparing myself" was my more terse than I planned to let on reply.<br /><br />PS: I'm also terribly sorry about not returning comments on my previous posts. I've read and appreciated them all.</div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-80705766029512179752009-01-01T00:00:00.003-05:002009-02-04T09:48:17.402-05:00RABBIT RABBIT!<div align="justify">AND HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNJF1xA5eU_KkdGTBQ5_gMCUfV5CKHkOmGKZ2VnkC2lzRfoE0nU8vOzsqjj5WNU1oJYn__JTA4kpKA6KiJf3aspB56etgoiUtYwfS7vM3dT3GgLo78QxXSY0uFG35CAgK_wvh1A/s1600-h/Rabbit+09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286176291402076210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNJF1xA5eU_KkdGTBQ5_gMCUfV5CKHkOmGKZ2VnkC2lzRfoE0nU8vOzsqjj5WNU1oJYn__JTA4kpKA6KiJf3aspB56etgoiUtYwfS7vM3dT3GgLo78QxXSY0uFG35CAgK_wvh1A/s320/Rabbit+09.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="justify"></a><br /><br />Here's to a happy and healthy new year and best to everyone in 2009. I have been recovering from the Duck for President campaign. We are disappointed that he was not even offered a cabinet position but have thrown our full support behind President Elect Obama.<br /><br />Above print is entitled <em>Dancing Rabbits</em> and is from the Etsy shop of <strong><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=14715395">Blue Dog Rose</a></strong>. </p>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-71821478224877086682008-11-02T21:02:00.005-05:002008-11-04T15:33:48.967-05:00SIMPLY SAID ENDORSES...DUCK FOR PRESIDENT!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDH9cZa00GEGbC3tb6_P2DZ0kUSA8LCtaGRHKiThjbxnpFlBoWg0keqCajuRJy6fovku7MkLhW_kik36U3cO4SCWjQ_M2O5Q26yL_U1TLBs_N3mvHfoj_cqZPIcfEePRTA4HajQ/s1600-h/CIMG6485.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfDH9cZa00GEGbC3tb6_P2DZ0kUSA8LCtaGRHKiThjbxnpFlBoWg0keqCajuRJy6fovku7MkLhW_kik36U3cO4SCWjQ_M2O5Q26yL_U1TLBs_N3mvHfoj_cqZPIcfEePRTA4HajQ/s320/CIMG6485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264248787060801570" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Actually on Halloween, Julian's school paraded around the schoolyard dressed as a favorite story character so Julian was "Duck." He gets my vote. <br /><br />Come on Tuesday!Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-12007432446151070322008-11-01T09:11:00.006-04:002008-11-01T09:40:14.025-04:00RABBIT RABBIT!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLa3aWvUuaBLGHnUHzet_76KTTyJiFGjsstFrepmdX75OWdXmTezKOJfoXciDPzj1XNfc3gTb8ulr8xXS-Vw-GVKktFa0z2bw4qdtXPdMBsmc0gzixFirrYYuqkjODSbk1MOZ1Q/s1600-h/Rabbits+goth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263677763209427410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKLa3aWvUuaBLGHnUHzet_76KTTyJiFGjsstFrepmdX75OWdXmTezKOJfoXciDPzj1XNfc3gTb8ulr8xXS-Vw-GVKktFa0z2bw4qdtXPdMBsmc0gzixFirrYYuqkjODSbk1MOZ1Q/s320/Rabbits+goth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Rabbit rabbit and good luck in November! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is a leftover goth girl from Halloween and her rabbit, a print from the Etsy seller, <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_19&listing_id=14727624"><strong>Kitty 107.</strong></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>No music to spin this week - no time to prepare. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend and enjoy the extra hour sleep.</div> Tune in for our eleventh hour presidential endorsement on Monday.<br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-78108036367256512962008-10-22T21:52:00.008-04:002009-02-04T09:50:24.619-05:00The Blubbering Advocate<div align="justify">I just can't quit this blogging thing. I get very far afield but I always come back to the thought that writing about something will help me sort through it. So here goes.<br /><br />As many of you know, my son Julian has various developmental delays that make life very interesting at best and downright exasperating at worst. Take getting out of the house these past two mornings for school - two hours from start to finish. But we face the prospect of tomorrow renewed with a game plan of strict enforcement that will make all the difference in the world...or so we tell ourselves because we do need somewhere to hang our hopes.<br /><br />Today there was a "speak out" in our fine borough of Queens sponsored by two different advocacy groups to give a voice to those who don't seem to fit into the "90% of parents who are happy with the quality of education that our children are receiving in NYC." The number is grossly inflated and, to borrow a Mark Twain quote used by one parent in the meeting, is "lies, more lies and statistics."<br /><br />A parent I know with a very compelling story advocating inclusion for our special needs kids told me about the speak out. I don't know what I expected from a speak out, but it's a good bet that you'd be given the opportunity to well, speak out. A couple of parents read their stories before the meeting and then the floor was opened up to discussion. Damn my lack of forethought to not have written anything up myself as I am infinitely more eloquent in print than in public speaking unprepared. Oh and there's that little phobia about public speaking to begin with that I may have neglected to mention previously. My heart pounded in my chest with each parent that shared as I too have a story to get out there and it is Julian's story and he can't tell it for himself. I needed to be his advocate as I am daily in emails, conversations, and conferences with his school administrators and teachers.<br /><br />I raised my hand, possibly half <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">heartedly</span> but sure enough they pointed my way. Then I started speaking which in my head was to be eloquent and compelling but in reality was anything but. I began to cry. All of those stored up emotions about doing the right thing for your child being put on the line and I cried, but I continued through my tears and spoke. Spoke about Julian being in a self-contained class and the pitfalls <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">inherent</span> in such a setting. Spoke about the various school staff who come into contact with this special segment of the population who have no clue as to the intricacies of working with them - or anyone for that matter, as individuals with individual needs. Spoke about exclusion by school administrators or teachers (depending upon whom you believe) from grade activities. And then I finished. Dried my eyes. Listened to the feedback from my sharing.<br /><br />Of course, by now I had regained my composure and could have told his story to anyone who would listen. But you know, that day may just come when I can stand in a forum and deliver a speech on behalf of Julian without a quaver in my voice or a tear on my cheek. Of course, the day may sooner come when I can witness Julian do that for himself. Either way - look out NYC. We're here, we're staying and we needs some changes made.<br /><br />On a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sidenote</span>, if you are interested in just how Sarah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Palin</span> plans to fight for special education in our society, read this guest post by an attorney advocate on a wonderful gem of a blog, <a href="http://madtedious.blogspot.com/2008/10/palin-and-special-education-closer-look.html"><strong>Your Mama's Mad Tedious: Diary of a Special Ed Teacher</strong></a>.</div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-29332351328948117182008-10-04T06:10:00.003-04:002008-10-04T06:10:00.838-04:00Saturday Spin...<div align="justify">...any time now.<br /><br />Ah, there it is. The video wasn't uploading. Too tired to write much.<br /><br />"Money leads to power, power to corruption..." lyrics from the song which I dedicate to all those fine CEO's whose actions have caused a bit of trouble, you may have heard. Oh and "occupying spaces that were clearly meant for others..." was written for Ms. Sarah Palin, who really should stop winking at the camera - now.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/03UmZJ0DDss&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/03UmZJ0DDss&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Not much to tell, the artist is <a href="http://www.garylourismusic.com/"><strong>Gary Louris</strong> </a>who was formerly a singer/songwriter with the <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thejayhawks"><strong>Jayhawks</strong></a>, who The Village Voice called "the only country-rock band that matters" back around 1992. I know this because I won a Les Paul video for calling in to a radio station with that information. I believe they were voted best Country/Rock Band by the Village Voice that year and that was the answer to the radio trivia. How quaint. The Les Paul video was sold in a garage sale or is in the garage awaiting another one - sale that is, which if the creek don't rise may happen this weekend.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Anyway, not much of a proper Saturday Spin, but enjoy. I have been busy with the holidays (Rosh Hashanah was this past week and Yom Kippur is this coming Thursday). I'm supposed to be introspective right now, but instead I find myself obsessing. I better get that straightened out before Thursday. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Have a great weekend all. </div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-88928068160731183952008-09-27T06:06:00.002-04:002008-09-27T06:06:00.780-04:00SATURDAY SPIN<div align="justify">I'll be brief as I was busy with some volunteer duties for Music School and I need some sleep. Do these people think I'm being paid? The nerve.<br /><br />Haha, just a little intro to today's altruistic artist, Brett Dennen, who <strong><a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/17323880/artist_to_watch_brett_dennen">Rolling Stone</a></strong> called an artist to watch last November. He's folky and earnest (and we all know the importance of that). Especially in light of these funky financial*/political times in which we find ourselves. So take a look at <em>Ain't No Reason</em> from his second album, <em>So Much More</em>. His third, <em>Hope for the Hopeless</em>, will be out any day (if it's not out already).<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/amwVyRH2B8A&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/amwVyRH2B8A&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><strong><a href="http://www.myspace.com/brettdennen">My Space</a></strong><br /><br />Have a great weekend. Blogging has suffered some severe budgetary cutbacks for me this past week or so and much wasn't getting done as it is, but I do hope all is well and look forward to visiting soon.<br /><br /><br /><br />*Actual economic term.</div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-24319111597146605352008-09-20T06:06:00.003-04:002008-09-27T00:33:14.677-04:00SATURDAY SPIN<div align="justify">Well, we're back in the swing of things with music school for Tali so I'm getting this together tonight as there will be no time to spare in the morning.<br /><br />The artist today is Sam Phillips who started her career in the early 80's as Leslie Phillips, a contemporary christian artist. She crossed over (no pun intended) in the late 80's and switched to her childhood nickname of Sam. I'd say the results are fine.<br /><br />Although she does have an album out recently, the song below is 1994's <em>I Need Love</em> because I just love it. She was married to T Bone Burnett, a producer and musician of some acclaim himself, who gave her song, <em>Sister Rosetta Goes Before Us </em>to Robert Plant and Alison Krauss to record on their album that T Bone produced last year. It was beautifully done and you can listen to Sam's own version on MySpace. Anyway, bunch of links below if you want to muck about in your free time.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mIsrWxot3g&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mIsrWxot3g&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong><a href="http://www.myspace.com/officialsamphillipsmusic">MySpace</a></strong><br /><br /><strong><a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=92814808">NPR WORLD CAFE</a></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.samphillips.com/">SAM PHILLIPS.COM</a><br /><br />I love the weather this time of year in New York, being outdoors makes you tired in a good way - not the bedraggled worn out by humidity type of tired. Tali is attending a birthday party in Central Park this weekend for one of the kids in school. There will be a "well known naturalist" there to show the kids how to forage for berries and such. You never know, in these uncertain economic times, it might just come to that.<br /><br />Whatever you do, have a great weekend!</div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-62109736131951730382008-09-13T06:00:00.006-04:002008-09-13T14:53:05.844-04:00SATURDAY SPINI heard the featured song as I drove away from my root canal the other day. I had heard the song before but I wasn't familiar with the singer so off to YouTube I went. When I pulled up one of the versions of the video, it had upwards of 10 Million hits. Suddenly I felt like John McCain - woefully out of touch with the kids. Apparently a few people, perhaps you too, have heard this song. No matter, it's catchy and perfect for a weekend Spin. <br /><br />The singer is Amy MacDonald who is a twenty year old self taught musician (are you listening Matty?) from Glasgow. Have a listen and enjoy:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ng8KQq0L0eY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ng8KQq0L0eY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Haven't heard enough? Listen on:<br /><br /><strong><a href="http://www.myspace.com/amymacdonald">MY SPACE</a></strong><br /><br />HER SPACE: <strong><a href="http://www.amymacdonald.co.uk/">AMYMACDONALD.CO.UK</a></strong> <br /><br /><strong><a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=93641042">WEEKEND EDITION: NPR</a></strong><br /><br />Apropos of nothing, here is a Louie update - he's learned to build with Lincoln Logs*:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB37Rg5ul2BPmiem5CO8TV4c2P_O78PTrPkgfLMF7IbIZwtKFF9VFRgvymweeNR2KFGdDrl8lavrHCvpDaEuLVySYBrkmp7xGmvfh2Bg8pDpoxfUyFZOkPiQtvS7f5epdk-HlS_w/s1600-h/CIMG6002.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB37Rg5ul2BPmiem5CO8TV4c2P_O78PTrPkgfLMF7IbIZwtKFF9VFRgvymweeNR2KFGdDrl8lavrHCvpDaEuLVySYBrkmp7xGmvfh2Bg8pDpoxfUyFZOkPiQtvS7f5epdk-HlS_w/s320/CIMG6002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245362675866836530" /></a>He's a crafty one.<br /><br />Have a great weekend!<br /><br /><br />*<span style="font-weight:bold;">PHOTO CREDIT<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>: tali muffinGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-2898812033536687182008-09-09T22:25:00.009-04:002008-09-27T00:33:43.153-04:00"And the rain rain rain came down down down..."<div align="justify">I would be lying if I didn't admit that I'm sitting here amidst plenty of visual clutter and things needing my attention which I am blatantly ignoring as I just can't deal with it! I also need to go for a root canal first thing in the am and I'm afraid that will just be the start of some quality time with the dentist.<br /><br />Maybe if I just write a little post, I'll release some of this high anxiety that seems to be mounting. The day went something like this:<br /><br />Scissors had an appointment for yet another test on his back to see what is going on besides torn and herniated disks. Since they were basting him like a turkey and sticking a needle in his back and injecting dye, he needed to not head off into the Manhattan streets unattended, so when he called that he was going in, I left my office to pick him up - just as the skies opened up and poured down upon me. I looked about for a cab, knowing in my heart that it was going to be futile. My heart was right - I continued on to Grand Central to catch the 6 train downtown one stop. Easy. Walking all the freaking way East to where the medical office was took longer than the excursion up to this point. The rain had subsided but my feet were already all wet, along with a soggy-ish feeling to my clothing as well.<br /><br />Got in just as Scissors and the doctor were talking about after care instruction. The doctor asked how we were going home. "We?" I thought to myself - "We're taking a cab home" I answered emphatically. Well, part of that was true. Once at the street, good luck did smile upon me as a cab pulled right up to discharge passengers just as we arrived at the curb. I looked around and furtively helped Scissors into the cab with a kiss/kiss - be careful and no lying down for three hours with you! Okay, so I wasn't going home with him, but I would check on him periodically from my office...which I walked all the way back to with shoes that were uncomfortable as I had not worn them for a month and my feet were wet and were now slipping a bit. Did I mention the blisters forming?<br /><br />The office is a bit too cold some days, and today was one of those days. So adding to the general damp feeling was the cold office air. Then on to dealing with a coworker, whom on most days I can make laugh and knock her off her demented rigid way of working, but today I could only view her as demented and rigid.<br /><br />Onward to speaking to my MIL who had picked Julian up from school. Julian asked me what I was doing at work and was I sleeping at my desk. Really that would make it more bearable, but I refrain from naps, although a fairly hefty chap who works in the other group on my floor seems to get quite comfy in his new chair some afternoons, but I digress.<br /><br />Picked Julian up from Grandma's who gave me the full rundown of what he ate and was still continuing the feeding frenzy up until we stumbled out the front door - with some packed up homemade cake. The other brownie cake she gave us last week, she informed me with a wry little smile was made "just in case...you know when..." which referred to when her husband (Scissor's stepdad) who is in a nursing home, was not doing well a few weeks back to the point that it was not looking good for him. So what does my MIL do in her sensible way? Bake a cake to be served while sitting Shiva! Food! Food! Food! Somehow I wished she hadn't told me that was what the cake was for, but I'd eaten it already.<br /><br />Get home to administer to ailing husband, kids in need of various baths/homework/dinner attention, but not before a trip to the local Trader Joe's for organic milk and various and sundry quick grocery items that maybe, just maybe Julian will eat at lunchtime.<br /><br />So you see, I should really try to clear the piles of mail/recipes (that Scissors)/school papers which seem to multiply overnight on my kitchen counter, but I just needed to get this out so that I could see that it really wasn't so bad after all.<br /><br />Actually, as I look - it's worse. I think I need to just go to bed. Like that will happen.<br /><br />G'night.</div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-82642498821614109742008-09-06T06:00:00.002-04:002008-09-27T00:38:41.826-04:00SATURDAY SPIN<div align="justify">As promised, today is a special spin about a special boy named Washington. It is a song written by my nephew, Matthew a/k/a Matty who is a twenty year old junior in college. Matthew wanted it mentioned that this was a first effort in songwriting. I say that information is not important. I guess I got him nervous when I asked if I could feature the song on my "wildly popular Saturday Spin series" and mentioned that we were "going National - even International!" I think the sound quality lost something in transition but you'll get the idea.<br /><br />Matthew's proud Mama, my dear sister Trish, sent me the song a couple of weeks ago when we were talking about the kids. It's my understanding that Matthew started to learn guitar not too long ago (I believe he is self taught). His younger brother, Colin, is amazing in his own right on the guitar. So I immediately got the lawyers involved and had his people talk to my people and, here it is. A little background about Matthew and how he came to write about Washington (courtesy of my sister Trish).<br /><br />Matthew is a psychology major and has spent his past four summers working at a camp for the children of migrant workers in Southern New Jersey. The people are very poor and travel to the crops. They are immigrants from far flung locales such as Haiti and Mexico. In this case, the crops happen to be strawberries and blueberries at local farms. The parents work from sunup to sundown.<br /><br />The children spend the mornings in a school setting and then the afternoons in the camp program which includes athletics, swimming, art. Washington is from Haiti and suffered with both physical and mental difficulties, as well as a language barrier. He could not run with the kids, play ball, etc. but he loved the pool. Matty was so upset the first few days of camp, and then found a way into Washington's world with the aid of another older Haitian boy translating for them.<br /><br />Also from the Trish email, "sadly, Matty "lost" a couple of kids this past summer when their parents decided that they, too, were old enough now to pick and refused to let them go to camp." Such is life right here in these United States.<br /><br />Of course I am biased, but this song moves me. The violin in the song was composed and played by Matthew's girlfriend, Colleen, a music major at the same school as Matty. Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><strong><a href="http://homepage.mac.com/dpascover/.Public/Washington.mp3">LISTEN TO WASHINGTON HERE</a></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVx2Tf9PhywPMWQMfJBnYK5-aLtGlhFWB9IC2wjpR0zTaphjs8DeScbbQVpA1LazdfiE0ZTPCUJXgde7ekvZ2ypt5JpFeXvdRkXmQqtTnESiATA4dUhYoRAeopj3CTsyPrZoFhEg/s1600-h/CIMG5940.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242729001382127378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVx2Tf9PhywPMWQMfJBnYK5-aLtGlhFWB9IC2wjpR0zTaphjs8DeScbbQVpA1LazdfiE0ZTPCUJXgde7ekvZ2ypt5JpFeXvdRkXmQqtTnESiATA4dUhYoRAeopj3CTsyPrZoFhEg/s320/CIMG5940.JPG" border="0" /></a> Matthew and Colleen are pictured seated under the umbrella at the table. Proud Mama Trish incognito in shades along with Joe. In the foreground, my nephew Benjamin and niece, Shannon plot an overthrow of the grill.<br /><br /><br />I'll round this up by thanking Matty for allowing his music to be shared, Trish for answering my questions and sharing the song to begin with, and <strong><a href="http://bitterbierce.blogspot.com/">good ole Doug </a></strong>for his usual technical assistance without which I'd still be cussing as I figured out how to get the song here.<br /><br />Have a great weekend!</div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-70410482403181394402008-09-01T00:09:00.002-04:002008-09-27T00:40:09.771-04:00RABBIT RABBIT!<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGACeutjBDXS6y8PH3o9lrdZKf4wpqzSIFQR9qNsVBCbF6uo8CPEZIglb51HF7iUkjauWPT3j7g9d3ikAa2WciuMJtErW6q7T_4j1Eaylk4t8VFsHZ7Ob5i-GAt9uND5XNnSvcLg/s1600-h/Rabit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240898002159207282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGACeutjBDXS6y8PH3o9lrdZKf4wpqzSIFQR9qNsVBCbF6uo8CPEZIglb51HF7iUkjauWPT3j7g9d3ikAa2WciuMJtErW6q7T_4j1Eaylk4t8VFsHZ7Ob5i-GAt9uND5XNnSvcLg/s320/Rabit.jpg" border="0" /></a>Good luck in September. These two rabbits are looking rather scholarly in honor of the return to school which for Julian is tomorrow and Tali, Thursday. Good luck to all of us getting back to schedule.<br /><br />The pictured print entitled <em>Pygopagus</em> is from the Etsy shop, <strong><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_3&listing_id=14721781">Wynn Studio</a></strong>; odd, yet charming.<br /><br />Happy Labor Day - may it be spent labor-free.</div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-77623707200354402232008-08-30T23:09:00.006-04:002008-09-27T00:39:09.341-04:00Wow...<div align="justify">Where did the summer go? Here we are in the midst of celebrating Labor Day weekend which is always a bittersweet weekend - a celebration which signifies the end of another chapter of carefree summer days (which are often only carefree for the under twelve set).<br /><br />Anyway, I plan to be back next Saturday with a special Spin if I can get the proper waivers and releases signed. We just returned from a trip to Canada - a visit to family from Scissor's side in the Toronto area. I have some funny anecdotes and observations from the trip but I'll leave you with a picture of Julian, our own little Doctor Doolittle from an outing to the petting zoo. The boy belongs on a farm.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJWcKF_vmxFT29V2xg3bxN0Ovuaxv-sN2RVEupH8uprp5hcuKd8KpjcqQmzODwB78jwqjymAnDV3rUOxqzUPVMnLMhCPd8vMdWbOHpA5Ci6av8pal7dUs3tjwEAQiCIpYUCYYnpg/s1600-h/CIMG6160.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240527084179194738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJWcKF_vmxFT29V2xg3bxN0Ovuaxv-sN2RVEupH8uprp5hcuKd8KpjcqQmzODwB78jwqjymAnDV3rUOxqzUPVMnLMhCPd8vMdWbOHpA5Ci6av8pal7dUs3tjwEAQiCIpYUCYYnpg/s320/CIMG6160.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In a truly bittersweet summer tale, he may never know if they just loved him for his carrots.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRe7hPB7i6DTG1KTBZwrc1wYyv2ZlsrMDwmNn-B9LOtce7XqI9TqFePhYM-m5OhP-bGvL7iq8bTaIHifokYgtjhKs-EMzFdbdr2mwsaI5k-YY9DbrIsqwGdFy0oW3F9H_sWdTZ3Q/s1600-h/CIMG6168.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240527944702755538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRe7hPB7i6DTG1KTBZwrc1wYyv2ZlsrMDwmNn-B9LOtce7XqI9TqFePhYM-m5OhP-bGvL7iq8bTaIHifokYgtjhKs-EMzFdbdr2mwsaI5k-YY9DbrIsqwGdFy0oW3F9H_sWdTZ3Q/s320/CIMG6168.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Enjoy your weekend and look on the bright side - apple picking can't be far off!</div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-88158405892014676282008-08-16T06:00:00.003-04:002008-09-27T00:39:36.709-04:00SATURDAY SPIN<div align="justify">As my blog spirals into oblivion, why not disregard what year it is altogether and just play a random tune from the iPod...mostly to torture my kids. You see, Julian didn't want to go to bed tonight and he was steadfastly planted next to Tali who was playing a Mario game of some sort on her (insert name of handheld gameboy-ish thing that my addled brain won't let me recall) which I was alternately telling her to turn off as I attempted to corral Julian. To be taken seriously, I had my iPod on which was only recently rescued back from Tali's "sharing" it with me so as to hear her downloaded Jonas Brothers music (more on that to follow at a later date) and what comes on but the following song. I must say as I watch it, my choreography wasn't so off the beaten path.<br /><br />You know how you think you're singing decently when you have headphones on? Well, actually I myself know that I am not, but just the same, I was loudly singing the refrain to Julian as I scaled the chair to get him on the other side of it..."Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come hooome and I'm so cold, let me into your windoooow..."<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hv0azq9GF_g&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hv0azq9GF_g&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />The kids were laughing quite giddily, mostly because I think they began to fear for my sanity. The main objective was achieved as Tali turned off her DS (!that's what it's called!) and Julian went into the bathroom for his nightly pre-bedtime ritual (as he is nothing if not ritualistic) and declared "I'm going to bed, I'm tired." So rarely does this happen, I let him waste a little extra water in the cleaning of the sink.<br /><br />And so, here we are listening to a song that was released thirty years ago. I find myself thinking this a bit lately...as we watched Jaws recently - "wow, this was thirty years ago." As I sat in the Garden (as in Madison Square) with Tali waiting for the aforementioned Jonas Brothers to come on and thinking as a Who song blared over the sound system that I had seen them in this same venue - thirty years ago. I'm becoming an old timer. Ain't that a real kick in the pants?<br /><br />Watch it.<br /><br />Anyway, I miss blogging. I miss it a lot. I'm just not a very disciplined person and so I find that most nights it's best to not even turn on the computer. Work isn't the most conducive environment for blogging these days which oddly I don't miss as much while there because I'm actually fairly occupied. But sometimes, I sneak a peak and have a smile and go on my way a little more connected to an inner self who sings Wuthering Heights to her kids and thinks of the kid she was herself...thirty years ago.<br /><br />Have a great weekend.<br /><br />Loveyamissyameanit!</div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-78960699030543376392008-08-02T08:24:00.002-04:002008-08-02T08:57:35.595-04:00SATURDAY SPINJust some music for the weekend. As I anticipated, my change in commute has been a boon for my reading time but a bust for my music listening time. Maybe I'll start reading to you on the weekends :)<br /><br />Today, I'm just spinning an old fave, Aimee Mann who according to NPR has "carved out a presence as a consistently top-shelf chronicler of human desires and failings." You can listen to her live on Wolrd Cafe <strong><a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=91236913">here</a></strong>.<br /><br />The video is the song <em><strong>Freeway</strong></em> from her most recent, <em><strong>@#%&*! Smilers</strong></em>:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQF5CXV9cos&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQF5CXV9cos&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong>HER SPACE</strong>: <a href="http://www.aimeemann.com/"><strong>AIMEEMANN.COM </strong></a><br /><br /><strong><a href="http://www.myspace.com/aimeemann">MY SPACE</a></strong> <br /><br /><br />Have a great weekend!Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-5348739990160166602008-07-26T06:00:00.000-04:002008-07-26T06:00:03.272-04:00SATURDAY SPINI may be turning into a one trick pony as the only time I dust off my blog it seems is to take it out for a Spin.<br /><br />I've had many blogworthy thoughts in recent weeks - some funny, some poignant, some full of angst, some complaining, some stressing, some bitching, some tears, some laughing...but none of them made it into a post. Once they're gone - they're gone. It's funny how quickly a story goes stale.<br /><br />My family are all good. I've been pretty hard on myself owing to the fact that Tali and Julian did not go to camp this summer. As it turns out, lack of structure sounds good to a kid until they actually have lack of structure. Hats off to Scissors who perseveres and gets them out of the house each day, even if some days end up with visits to two different therapies with Julian. First off to his OT and then to the psychologist. Does anyone else bring their dog to the shrink with their kids? I didn't think so. It seems Louie jumped up on the couch too.<br /><br />Of course, we laugh because if we don't, we just may cry. Tali recounted how the doctor told them that Julian indicated that he felt afraid when he was out of control. I raised my eyebrow a bit doubtfully and said that he didn't strike me as afraid when he was setting about pulling her hair. Tali concurred. We then made a little skit up about that.<br /><br />Julian is seeing the doctor because we wanted an updated evaluation and we decided to continue for a bit to help work through some behavioral rough spots that we're dealing with. To that end, it has been helpful or so I tell myself because it gives hope. And where would we be without that?<br /><br />Now for your listening pleasure - Tift Merritt. She's a Texas born/North Carolina raised singer-songwriter. That's what I know. Have a listen and enjoy:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Whyb7hbileg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Whyb7hbileg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong><a href="http://www.myspace.com/tiftmerritt">MySpace</a></strong><br /><br />Her Space: <strong><a href="http://www.tiftmerritt.com/">Tift Merritt.com</a></strong><br /><br /><br />Hope you're all good. Have a great weekend.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-46703286479289830752008-07-19T06:00:00.002-04:002008-07-19T06:00:04.415-04:00SATURDAY SPIN ALREADY!Well, well, well. Thought I got lost on the Lazy River at the water park, did you now? What can I tell you that would actually be of interest? Being back in the city is a different slice of life. When I get home from work, the kids have been in Daddy Day Camp all day and they're eager for a bit of Mommy time. By the time that winds down, I'm pretty much spent. Unlike working on the Island, I need to have my full compliment of sleep to start off nice and early with my trek to the subway station. Once there, the choices are rather strategic so I need to be alert to size up seating on the Express train or make a quick determination to dash for the closing doors of the less crowded local. Getting to the subway station early enough affords me the luxury of choosing.<br /><br />So I have not had the computer on much at all. I can't say that I always miss it. I feel a bit fresher falling to sleep with a good book, but I do miss you guys. Yes I do. So in line with that thought, today I'm featuring someone who has long deserved a Saturday Spin - Alejandro Escovedo singing "Wasn't I Always a Friend to You" helped by a few friends of his own:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8s-chAgIPU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8s-chAgIPU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Alejandro has been around the block for some time now. Peers and music critics have nothing but praise for him. He simply does not put out a bad record and this latest, <strong><em>Real Animal</em></strong>, is no exception. He was born to Mexican immigrant parents in a musical family (Sheila E. is his niece). After a near death bout with Hepatitis C in 2003, he is doing well and making music. I've heard him interviewed on a radio show and he is a down to earth real mensch.<br /><br />"Musically, Alejandro Escovedo is in his own genre." David Fricke, Rolling Stone. Couldn't agree more.<br /><br />HIS SPACE: <a href="http://www.alejandroescovedo.com/"><strong>ALEJANDRO ESCOVEDO.COM</strong></a><br /><br />Listen to Alejandro's version of above song over on: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/alejandroescovedo"><strong>MySpace</strong></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.bloodshotrecords.com/artists/alejandroescovedo/"><strong>BloodShot Records</strong></a><br /><br />I truly hope you're all doing well and will be by when I can sneak in some quality blog time. Have a great weekend and stay cool! Don't forget to drink plenty of water.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-16193141198333811372008-07-08T00:01:00.002-04:002008-07-08T00:04:59.262-04:00DA DA DA DA...DA DA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtQy6TY_AQc7KJmFon_shbyPQVc0xZs4mQ7FAnSMWEXRWEfUU8wzpAym8Yovj_qI7-aVmMCi1ZpPXLsC8kvddn38PmkPyn1wIzBvDKqnzS8GSuvL3sREEuHwc_ypqxnUz1O2wuQ/s1600-h/fortune.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220460740824684402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtQy6TY_AQc7KJmFon_shbyPQVc0xZs4mQ7FAnSMWEXRWEfUU8wzpAym8Yovj_qI7-aVmMCi1ZpPXLsC8kvddn38PmkPyn1wIzBvDKqnzS8GSuvL3sREEuHwc_ypqxnUz1O2wuQ/s320/fortune.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Or - Happy Birthday to Me!<br /><br />This is the last decade birthday where my first number times two equals my second number. After this one, it's literally all downhill from here. So what's an aging blogger to do on a 90 degree July birthday? That's right! Head to a water park! It's set in a mountain so that's nice. Oddly enough and you may just understand this - it is both the last place and the only place where I would choose to spend my day.<br /><br />When daydreaming about an idyllic birthday, I conjure up meandering through the Vermont countryside, browsing antique shops and having a leisurely lunch. Screeching halt to dream sequence! My kids have forced me into realizing the only way to spend it is at a water park splashing down the "Colorado rapids" ride, (terrorized as now I know what it holds in store for me, yet feel compelled to take the plunge just the same).<br /><br />I have been a tad preoccupied of late with my own racing thoughts which are never good company. Work is rocky right now, the kids adjusting to a summer non-schedule is less than calm, and we're all settling into our new time zones. I'm sure we'll get over this collective household "jet lag" eventually.<br /><br />In the meantime, I've promised the Universe that I won't take it personally. Deliver a decent sunny day for my birthday and we're on the road to reconciliation. After all, it's delivered my new issue of Domino magazine today.<br /><br />A couple of city kids in the county this past July 4th weekend:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUNwqfl1OMYM3DbYN9wkmafFureoG7vi-dDM8f_M4kmSSc3nEfc2jdjc8jGwXF4ueZXlQJay2eshTvqgDTNIYye9LgGgbEj9SP5f1032ee6RqUAdW2pctHDiRyh69UOhEEXdvtQ/s1600-h/CIMG5933.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220472938200304354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUNwqfl1OMYM3DbYN9wkmafFureoG7vi-dDM8f_M4kmSSc3nEfc2jdjc8jGwXF4ueZXlQJay2eshTvqgDTNIYye9LgGgbEj9SP5f1032ee6RqUAdW2pctHDiRyh69UOhEEXdvtQ/s320/CIMG5933.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I don't know if I've ever told my BIL Tony that he reminds me of Mick Fleetwood.<br /><br />So that's life round these parts. Will the excitement never end?!<br /><br />Stop by for our usual Chinese Food celebratory dinner tonight if you're in the neighborhood!<br /><br />XOXGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-17893676212692358912008-06-28T10:30:00.002-04:002008-06-28T22:44:21.026-04:00SATURDAY SPIN: NADA SURFToday's band is <strong><a href="http://www.nadasurf.com/bio.shtml">Nada Surf</a></strong>. The song in the video is <strong><em>Whose Authority</em></strong> from their latest record, <strong><a href="http://www.barsuk.com/bands/nadasurf">Lucky</a></strong> which according to their record company is "filled with songs of restlessness, longing and the elusiveness of love." No wonder I have a vague feeling of anxiety or perhaps wistfulness listening to them. Actually, I like the breezy feeling of this song and NYC as a backdrop always works for me.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BoLKvWf4Fd0&hl=en"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BoLKvWf4Fd0&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong><a href="http://www.myspace.com/nadasurf">MySpace</a></strong><br /><br />Their space: <strong><a href="http://www.nadasurf.com/">NadaSurf.com</a></strong><br /><br />Enjoy and have a great weekend!Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-28035712076284118912008-06-26T22:37:00.006-04:002008-06-27T00:22:24.525-04:00Walking LouieIt's nice to unwind after a day at the orifice by taking a walk with Louie. Last night, Tali accompanied us and I knew beforehand that she was jockeying for a little park time. <br /><br />Actually it's the local playground adjacent to a schoolyard. It's nice as far as park/playgrounds go and Tali has been hanging out on swings there since she was six months old. Old habits are hard to break. As we rounded the park, we went in for a swing. Louie is also training to be a circus dog and he does his twirl down the circular slide. He's getting pretty brave about it. <br /><br />As Tali swung, there was a group of three teen-ish age boys filling up water balloons while three young boys vied for their attention by name calling. The older kids were high on the annoying meter and seemed to delight in teasing the younger boys, spraying them with water. The younger boys' father was nearby and for the life of me, I could not understand him allowing it. But hey, that's just me - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serial_Mom"><strong>Serial Mom</strong></a>. The teen-ish boys went up onto the slide play area while the younger boys stayed on below throwing sticks up at them. Of course, the older boys goaded them with jeers as to why they were even bothering, they couldn't hit them anyway. Some not too nice language was also used. <br /><br />At this particular juncture, Tali, Louie and I were making our way towards the park gates. Tali was slightly behind me when I heard the ringleader teen grumble "*&^%! Who hit me?!" I turned to see a slight glint in Tali's eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Was that you?" I asked. <br /><br />"Yes," she giggled and added "I didn't like how they were teasing the little boys; and one time he even bothered Julian!" <br /><br />Normally, I do not condone this sort of sinking to the lowest common denominator, but I gave her a high five. The only thing I admonished her for was sharing the information about him bothering Julian after we had left. To which she replied, "Never mind sticks, you would have uprooted a tree to throw at him!"<br /><br />So perhaps my Serial Mom inclinations are not so carefully concealed.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28673298.post-3117973496664862532008-06-23T22:34:00.005-04:002008-06-23T23:03:48.024-04:00I always figured...why post when you have nothing to say? Although, some of my best posts have started off that way; this won't be one of them. <br /><br />I'm working back in the city which is not all glamorous as witnessed by my daily rides on the F Train (f in more ways than one). Oh how I miss the solitude of my own car. I think I've grown a bit anti-social during my hiatus. Nothing too terrible to report on this front other than sharing a morning ride with hundreds of other people. Shutter. <br /><br />The sad news is that 3 1/2 years gone from the neighborhood and nothing has changed! Well, save for a few store changes. The fruit man - same. The African guys selling pocketbooks - same. The crazy bleached blonde lady handing out the circulars to a nail salon - same. Me walking up the block from the subway - same. I don't want to belittle these people's livelihoods and I'm not, but looking inward is a bit difficult when lumped in to this company.<br /><br />Oh, Management's treatment of the proletariat? Worse. <br /><br />So you see? Not feeling terribly compelled to blog. Not that I have the ability to really blog from work as I no longer have my own office. Sure, I can steal a moment or two, but it's sort of tough to get into it when you feel you're about to get busted looking at <a href="http://pansifiles.blogspot.com"><strong>stuffed animals</strong></a>. Some people just don't understand art. I have to say that I don't think of it at work as I'm pretty busy anyway, but I can't help but feel a bit wistful for the days of yore and blogging freedom. <br /><br />That's where my head is at in a nutshell. Yes my head is in a nutshell. That's what neglect of commas will get you - misunderstood. By the way, this blog is being sponsored by the punctuation mark, the comma. <br /><br />I felt compelled to post as I don't want my few friends to forget me. I haven't forgotten you even if I haven't been by for a visit, I will. But now sleep calls as I have to be up early for that F'n train. <br /><br />Love ya, miss ya, mean it!Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.com11