I think it's only fair to give you the basics.
So, about two weeks ago, VonMom got sick.
VonMom NEVER gets sick.
So, she got pretty bad and after a week she went to the doctor.
VONMOM NEVER EVER GOES TO THE DOCTOR.
I'd venture a guess she hasn't been to a doctor since she had me, so, you know a while ago.
Of course, many many tests were done.
VonMom prepared for the worst.
Um, yeah.
She's healthier than I am pretty much. No nothing. No cancer, no high blood pressure, no cholesterol issues. Nothing. Minorly elevated blood sugar (of no concern), minorly "off" thyroid (of no concern).
The upside is she's about 2 weeks smoke free.
And she's learned that not all doctors just hand out death sentences.
VonMom is the queen of conspiracy theories.
Now we continue to check in on her, as she's still getting over the initial bronchitis nasty thing she's been fighting.
And we get back to what we call "our new normal".
Which is us, without VonDad.
Back to the diner tomorrow morning, then off to put gas in her car and buy dog food. All before guitar class.
Looks like I'll have more time to get on her nerves.
So, thanks friends, for all of your kind words.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Serious McSerious pants
So, had some issues this weekend that I'm choosing not to delve into.
But.
I'd like to write a post about something a little more serious, just because it's on my mind.
Over the weekend, I unexpectedly spent the better part of a day alone in the house I grew up in. At first, I was intrigued and guiltily skulked around opening drawers and cabinets.
I went up to my old room and looked around. It's very clearly my old room, as there are still some belongings of mine there. Some silly (cabbage patch dolls?) some painfully important (the materials purchased for the wedding dress I never got made), but still, my stuff.
I went into VonSis's old room, and dug a little. Meh, not as much there.
Back downstairs I went to the main floor. I sat in the living room - still only used on Christmas Eve. I sat on the couch and had a good cry over VonDad. It was such a crushing feeling of loss, like it was yesterday. I ended up talking to him for a good long while. No, he didn't answer me.
Roxie (VonMom's dog) persuaded me to go outside with her for a while. I don't think she's a fan of crying. We went out into the massive and glorious yard of my youth. Giggle. Ok, not just my youth. I went over to the exact area that my old boyfriend and I used to lie in the middle of the night just talking and smoking cigarettes, sometimes fighting, mostly not, him terrified that my 130 lb Alaskan Malamute Kodi would come outside and join us at any moment. Me, I was terrified of my parents coming out to find us there. It was the perfect spot, as they were none the wiser.
I walked back over to the patio, at the little cement square that shouldn't be there but is because I had to had to had to have a basketball hoop in junior high.
I went back inside and sat down in the kitchen.
It was there that it hit me - one day (and I so hope it's a long way off) my siblings and I are going to have to go through that house room by room, memory by memory and sell / give away / box up everything in it. Someday, another family will live there - or worse - someone will tear it down because they are more interested in the large lot of land just sitting there in Chicago.
I moved in to that house when I was 5. I consider it where my life actually began. And the sneaking thought behind all of this was that someday, I'm going to lose VonMom too. We've really barely just begun appreciating each other, and really liking spending time together.
Someday, I'll be a grown up for real. No, I'll likely never act like one, but someday I'll have to be one because I will have to live the rest of my life without my parents.
I know this is a ramble, but it's coming out of my heart-place instead of my head-place.
So there it is.
But.
I'd like to write a post about something a little more serious, just because it's on my mind.
Over the weekend, I unexpectedly spent the better part of a day alone in the house I grew up in. At first, I was intrigued and guiltily skulked around opening drawers and cabinets.
I went up to my old room and looked around. It's very clearly my old room, as there are still some belongings of mine there. Some silly (cabbage patch dolls?) some painfully important (the materials purchased for the wedding dress I never got made), but still, my stuff.
I went into VonSis's old room, and dug a little. Meh, not as much there.
Back downstairs I went to the main floor. I sat in the living room - still only used on Christmas Eve. I sat on the couch and had a good cry over VonDad. It was such a crushing feeling of loss, like it was yesterday. I ended up talking to him for a good long while. No, he didn't answer me.
Roxie (VonMom's dog) persuaded me to go outside with her for a while. I don't think she's a fan of crying. We went out into the massive and glorious yard of my youth. Giggle. Ok, not just my youth. I went over to the exact area that my old boyfriend and I used to lie in the middle of the night just talking and smoking cigarettes, sometimes fighting, mostly not, him terrified that my 130 lb Alaskan Malamute Kodi would come outside and join us at any moment. Me, I was terrified of my parents coming out to find us there. It was the perfect spot, as they were none the wiser.
I walked back over to the patio, at the little cement square that shouldn't be there but is because I had to had to had to have a basketball hoop in junior high.
I went back inside and sat down in the kitchen.
It was there that it hit me - one day (and I so hope it's a long way off) my siblings and I are going to have to go through that house room by room, memory by memory and sell / give away / box up everything in it. Someday, another family will live there - or worse - someone will tear it down because they are more interested in the large lot of land just sitting there in Chicago.
I moved in to that house when I was 5. I consider it where my life actually began. And the sneaking thought behind all of this was that someday, I'm going to lose VonMom too. We've really barely just begun appreciating each other, and really liking spending time together.
Someday, I'll be a grown up for real. No, I'll likely never act like one, but someday I'll have to be one because I will have to live the rest of my life without my parents.
I know this is a ramble, but it's coming out of my heart-place instead of my head-place.
So there it is.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Busy busy V
I DO apologize for my absence.
Monday, I took a day off of work, a personal day. See, I was out late on Sunday, and I.....
Anyway.
I went to Kuma's and slept and then went to a four hour meeting.
YES
I got an iPad, and it's - distracting, to say the least. But, alas, book club book is not going to read itself, the guitar is not going to play itself, the blog is not going to write itself. So I had to detach the iPad from my fat little fingers and put it down. It's not even sleeping, it's off.
p.s. - the blogger app? SUCKS
I think I have for real this time no joke hit my limit of activity.
An update:
I don't really think I'm going to change any of the things, but I do think I need to figure out some way to have more resting time.
And if anyone can tell me how to bar a chord without having the rest of my fingers get all screwy and cramped up, that would be awesome.*
*Musicians' note: Acoustic advice only. Rumor has it it's a lot easier to bar on an electric. m'kay?
Monday, I took a day off of work, a personal day. See, I was out late on Sunday, and I.....
Anyway.
I went to Kuma's and slept and then went to a four hour meeting.
YES
I got an iPad, and it's - distracting, to say the least. But, alas, book club book is not going to read itself, the guitar is not going to play itself, the blog is not going to write itself. So I had to detach the iPad from my fat little fingers and put it down. It's not even sleeping, it's off.
p.s. - the blogger app? SUCKS
I think I have for real this time no joke hit my limit of activity.
An update:
- Full time job
- Part time job
- Board of directors director(ship? ness?)
- Sit on three committees
- Breakfast with VonMom every Saturday at 8:30
- Guitar class every Saturday at 11:00
- Family stuff
- Friend stuff
- and oh, yeah, write VFN
I don't really think I'm going to change any of the things, but I do think I need to figure out some way to have more resting time.
And if anyone can tell me how to bar a chord without having the rest of my fingers get all screwy and cramped up, that would be awesome.*
*Musicians' note: Acoustic advice only. Rumor has it it's a lot easier to bar on an electric. m'kay?
Friday, March 9, 2012
Friday Fun Times!! A return!
Your assignment, should you choose to humor me:
Describe yourself using only song lyrics. The only rule is you must only use one song, no mashups this time around. Oh, and you have to supply title and artist.
Mine:
She's sun and rain
She's fire and ice
A little crazy but it's nice
And when she gets mad, best leave her alone
*Every Woman - Garth Brooks
Happy Friday you tuneful peoples
Describe yourself using only song lyrics. The only rule is you must only use one song, no mashups this time around. Oh, and you have to supply title and artist.
Mine:
She's sun and rain
She's fire and ice
A little crazy but it's nice
And when she gets mad, best leave her alone
*Every Woman - Garth Brooks
Happy Friday you tuneful peoples
Fridge note first
Hello Readers
I just got an iPad2!!!
I am so silly excited, I pretty much got the whole store all excited too.
See, it went all on sale yesterday.....so I finally had enough $$ to get it. It was a gift from some awesome people.
So, going to be walled up in my apartment this weekend (ok, for the most part) figuring out all the fun little things.
:)
I just got an iPad2!!!
I am so silly excited, I pretty much got the whole store all excited too.
See, it went all on sale yesterday.....so I finally had enough $$ to get it. It was a gift from some awesome people.
So, going to be walled up in my apartment this weekend (ok, for the most part) figuring out all the fun little things.
:)
Thursday, March 8, 2012
FFS
LOTS HAPPENED WHILE YOU WERE GONE, VON.
...umm, mainly drunk-blogging. Well, there's that.
awesome
OH! week before last was SUPERB in music releases.
do tell?
We busted Kathleen's. And 3Bulls (Now NOBODY can comment there).
that's sad....
sigh. my life is so dull.
Says the dude who hangs out with one of his favorite bands.....
ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...
I hurt my foot chasing some deer with the dawwg.
I am sad for you. I will take that darn dog off your hands and send you some ice packs.
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
See, thunder, I TOLD you Von wasn't off being roadie and guitar tech for Whitesnake.
The less you know, the less I have to deny......
fish said...
I totally had Von pegged as a Warrant kind of girl.
See above. Von is nothing if not.....versatile.....
Michael said...
I was involved in a science experiment while you were away. Although I'm told that I should avoid getting angry, and to buy a lot of purple pants. So there was that... but you were missed.
I thought that was you, looking all serene, rocking some purple pants. This response color is in honor of you.
Big Bad Bald Bastard said...
I've joined another fantasy baseball league. That is now two for me for this year.
Can your two teams play against each other?
Von versus Von!
I don't think ANYONE wants to see that. It would be....interesting, at best.
mikey said...
Say, would that be Uncle Johns Band?
Cause...
The first days are the hardest days
Don'tchu worry any more
'Cause when life looks like easy street
There is danger atcher door...
I don't know if you read the comics but here's a favored take on fantasy sports: http://tinyurl.com/7gphrsa
LOVE
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
While I do not think I was missed very much
jeez, Von, I spent nearly every comment in the last couple of threads hassling you for not being around. What do you need, a show-stopping number?
WHY, YES - YES I DO
(sigh) ...OK, here goes. Hit it, Sam!!!
hooray!
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
I'm itching to call another blogger on the phone and have a chat. For the first time ever. It could happen this week. Any guesses who I am calling?
No one guessed. But due to a nasty stomach ailment, I didn't call. But I will.
Oh boy is there an evil answer I could make to that one....
Go for it. Don't forget I know where you live. I may not be able to drive there, but there's a train and a taxi that seperates us, that's all.
SMILEY.
Smiley back!! :)
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
It's no longer Monday. New Bruce Springsteen album today.
True. It is now Thursday. And I really really dig all that I have heard of the new album.
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
No one left me any Skittles vodka in my absence.
It's like you don't even know us.
I can haz Skittlez vodkas?
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
WHY IS VON NOT ANSWERING MY COMMENTS.
Because I was wicked busy doing the worky work things!!! All the things!
Mendacious D said...
My comments aren't even registering. This must be karmic retribution for 3Bulls. All of it.
I used to have a MenD. He doesn't come around these parts too much anymore. I miss him.
:)
mikey said...
Von seems to have some kind of...I dunno, Life or somedamnthing.
Sometimes....
She doesn't seem to place the appropriate level of focus on us imaginary friends.
I will work on it.....
I honestly can't imagine what she does all day and all night...
Send your mind to the gutter, then go darker, then you have your answer.....
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
mikey, right? She definitely needs to re-order her priorities to be more in line with the attitudes of well-balanced individuals like you and me.
I'm working on it!!!!
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
Hey Von! Want a Mekons poster?
Is this bribery I see before me?
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
Von?
Hmmm?
Von?
What?!?!?
The comments. They are rather superior to my writings this week!!!
I very much like you all. Very much like.
Stay golden, Pony boy.
...umm, mainly drunk-blogging. Well, there's that.
awesome
OH! week before last was SUPERB in music releases.
do tell?
We busted Kathleen's. And 3Bulls (Now NOBODY can comment there).
that's sad....
sigh. my life is so dull.
Says the dude who hangs out with one of his favorite bands.....
ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...
I hurt my foot chasing some deer with the dawwg.
I am sad for you. I will take that darn dog off your hands and send you some ice packs.
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
See, thunder, I TOLD you Von wasn't off being roadie and guitar tech for Whitesnake.
The less you know, the less I have to deny......
fish said...
I totally had Von pegged as a Warrant kind of girl.
See above. Von is nothing if not.....versatile.....
Michael said...
I was involved in a science experiment while you were away. Although I'm told that I should avoid getting angry, and to buy a lot of purple pants. So there was that... but you were missed.
I thought that was you, looking all serene, rocking some purple pants. This response color is in honor of you.
Big Bad Bald Bastard said...
I've joined another fantasy baseball league. That is now two for me for this year.
Can your two teams play against each other?
Von versus Von!
I don't think ANYONE wants to see that. It would be....interesting, at best.
mikey said...
Say, would that be Uncle Johns Band?
Cause...
The first days are the hardest days
Don'tchu worry any more
'Cause when life looks like easy street
There is danger atcher door...
I don't know if you read the comics but here's a favored take on fantasy sports: http://tinyurl.com/7gphrsa
LOVE
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
While I do not think I was missed very much
jeez, Von, I spent nearly every comment in the last couple of threads hassling you for not being around. What do you need, a show-stopping number?
WHY, YES - YES I DO
(sigh) ...OK, here goes. Hit it, Sam!!!
hooray!
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
I'm itching to call another blogger on the phone and have a chat. For the first time ever. It could happen this week. Any guesses who I am calling?
No one guessed. But due to a nasty stomach ailment, I didn't call. But I will.
Oh boy is there an evil answer I could make to that one....
Go for it. Don't forget I know where you live. I may not be able to drive there, but there's a train and a taxi that seperates us, that's all.
SMILEY.
Smiley back!! :)
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
It's no longer Monday. New Bruce Springsteen album today.
True. It is now Thursday. And I really really dig all that I have heard of the new album.
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
No one left me any Skittles vodka in my absence.
It's like you don't even know us.
I can haz Skittlez vodkas?
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
WHY IS VON NOT ANSWERING MY COMMENTS.
Because I was wicked busy doing the worky work things!!! All the things!
Mendacious D said...
My comments aren't even registering. This must be karmic retribution for 3Bulls. All of it.
I used to have a MenD. He doesn't come around these parts too much anymore. I miss him.
:)
mikey said...
Von seems to have some kind of...I dunno, Life or somedamnthing.
Sometimes....
She doesn't seem to place the appropriate level of focus on us imaginary friends.
I will work on it.....
I honestly can't imagine what she does all day and all night...
Send your mind to the gutter, then go darker, then you have your answer.....
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
mikey, right? She definitely needs to re-order her priorities to be more in line with the attitudes of well-balanced individuals like you and me.
I'm working on it!!!!
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
Hey Von! Want a Mekons poster?
Is this bribery I see before me?
zombie rotten mcdonald said...
Von?
Hmmm?
Von?
What?!?!?
The comments. They are rather superior to my writings this week!!!
I very much like you all. Very much like.
Stay golden, Pony boy.
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