Monthly Archives: February 2007

Oh Grandpa!

I had a good laugh with Meg and Steve the other night when we were talking about my grandpa.  Funny, how sometimes memories just come out of nowhere, but I remember when I was a lot younger (probably about 5) and one night my grandpa said, “I saw you pee on a railroad car”.  What?! I was mortified, he saw me pee where?  I never did such a thing.  Haha!  What I was hearing and what he was saying were 2 different things entirely.  He was saying, “I saw UP on a railroad car”.  It was funny once I got it, but I was really embarrassed until then… Something about bathroom humor in my family must be genetic.  When mom and dad bought the house on O Street dad said the best thing about the house was we only had to go a block to P.  (To anyone who doesn’t live in Omaha, there’s a section of our named streets that go through the alphabet – duh.)  Oh ha ha dad. 

Another trick grandpa used to drive us crazy was “Mississippi is a very hard word to spell.  I bet you can’t spell it”.  Of course I could spell Mississippi, and I did, and he kept telling me I was wrong. D’oh!  That one took a while.  He was quite the kidder, that grandpa of ours…


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Bring it on!

YES!  We’re in a winter storm warning!  Yes, yes, yes!  I love snow!  Sorry CBG 😦  I don’t have to go anywhere or do anything (except work) and watch it SNOW!  DH was sure winter had her last hurrah a few weeks ago when we had that week of wickedly cold temperatures and then it warmed up.  I can’t believe he hasn’t figured out that it snows here in March.  Heck, the year we moved into our first house it snowed on April 15 – moving day AND  Meg’s birthday.  It seems it always snowed on my grandpa’s birthday, which was March 22 – for a couple years we had horrible blizzards on his birthday, so… To me winter isn’t over until I’ve turned on the a/c! 

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This is perfect


“Prednisone: The all the time eating, shaking, bone thinning, weight gaining, B!@&h making, so you can never sleep again medicine!”

I must ge at least one!  Prednisone made me the woman I am…

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Give yourself a pat on the back, Chief.

I’d give you a pat on the back as well, if what you did wasn’t so stupid.  You could have killed somebody’s child, but instead you write yourself a ticket and you’re a hero.  I’m having a little trouble with this…KEWASKUM, Wis. Feb 21, 2007 (AP)— A police chief who ticketed himself for a traffic violation says that he has received congratulatory e-mails from all over the globe and that he has even turned down money to cover the fine.

Chief Dick Knoebel drove past a stopped school bus with its lights flashing in September, then wrote himself a ticket for $235 and docked himself four points on his driving record. The story surfaced after it showed up in court records and media reports.

“Police officers do good things everyday, and that doesn’t get reported,” said Knoebel, who has been chief for 20 years in this town northwest of Milwaukee. “All you hear about in the news is when a police officer is in trouble.”

Knoebel said he got more than 150 e-mails from such places as Thailand, New Zealand and Russia. Two people sent him $15.

“I tried to answer every e-mail,” the chief said. “If they took the time to e-mail me, I at least thank them for their comments.”

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Doin’ the Mommy happy dance

Meg is feeling much better today.  I’m thinking it was the steroid injections to have made such a dramatic improvement.  I’m also struck by the thought that I hope to heck she doesn’t have an autoimmune disease.  I wouldn’t wish that on anybody. 

I do have to take my computer to work to get them to load the dictionary.  Bah!  So I’m going to quit working early tonight.  Go to bed like a normal person – in the daytime – and take it up tomorrow.  I slept until 5 o’clock this afternoon.  I wasted a perfectly glorius day!  Rats.  But I’m still doin’ the happy dance, oh yeah…

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ER Visit

DD’s sinuses, teeth, face, whatever were still really bothering her tonight.  Even after all her Tylenol 3, she was in tears again tonight.  She called her dentist’s after hours number.  He didn’t return her call.  She calls the emergency dental clinic – they can get her in on Thursday.  Wow that’s convenient – if you can plan your emergencies ahead of time.  I always do that, makes it easier to get appointments.  sheesh.  She called our dentist, who wasn’t home, so she left a message on his answering machine.  By 8:30 she was in so much pain I figured to heck with it.  If it truly is her sinuses, the dentists are all going to say they can’t do anything more about it, so I took her to the local emergency room.  What a treat.  You kind of know how the rest of the visit is going to go when there’s 2 cops and 3 security officers in the waiting area with a bunch of people.  Sorry.  Wrong hospital…

They eventually took off.  Pretty soon a nurse comes out to talk to this HUGE black guy in the waiting room.  He follows her back into the ER area.  Meanwhile, a social worker or something comes out and is talking to the lady in the little waiting area where we are.  There are 3 waiting areas, two on one side of the hall, separated by a glass window and one across the hall for kids, with toys and stuff.  The woman is obviously pouring her heart, soul, kidneys, stomach, etc., out to the social worker.  Apparently she has a 14-year-old daughter who is… well, quite frankly, a little bit of a behavior problem.  Seems she was in a psych hospital in Chicago where this family was from for 6 weeks before they moved here.  She’s been trouble from day one, now she mimics other behaviors she saw while she was in the psych hospital.  Another patient had swallowed a screw which perforated her intestines and she nearly died, so now this woman’s daughter has been swallowing things.  She can’t work because she can’t leave her daughter home alone, now the daughter is saying she’s pregnant by a guy in her class at school, but the mom really doesn’t think she even knows the guy, but she’s been such a problem… Believe me, I learned this much by trying NOT to listen!  Finally Meg and I moved to the other waiting area to give them some privacy.  Not that it really mattered, but more on that later.  

 The nurse comes out to get us to take DD’s vitals and stuff and when we return to the waiting room the black guy is sitting where we had been with some black lady and the woman with the wacko daughter is gone, so we sit in the first waiting room again.  Pretty soon the guy gets on the phone with someone and they get into a fight.  A pretty loud fight.  The woman with him keeps ranting and raving about the woman on the other end of the phone giving everybody herpes… Oh my.   Then the guy hangs up and starts yelling a bunch of racial stuff.  Meg and I are the only 2 white people sitting there.  A little uncomfortable, to say the least.  I’m thinking he’s not quite the sharpest crayon in the box to begn with and by now he’s making me very, very nervous.  Oh, and did I mention I have on an Omaha Police sweatshirt.  Why not just paint a target on my chest?   The nurse comes out to get them, the woman with him is talking about maybe getting a straight-jacket for him ’cause he’s nuts… Really?  I feel SO much better now…

The woman with the maybe pregnant daughter comes back and starts telling us her life story – hello- we already heard it.  I take out my dachshund pictures to change the sutbject…  (Are there no doctors working tonight, ’cause we can always come back another time…)  About this time the black guy takes off out of the exam area to the parking lot, yelling the whole way.  Where DID those cops go, anyway?

Brother!  By the time they called Meghan in, she was really in a lot of pain, her last pain pill had been more than 4 hours before and she was hurting pretty bad.  Now, if you don’t already think so, you’re going to think I’m a terrible mom.  Meg has always had this habit, ever since she was a little girl, of sounding like an air raid siren when she starts to cry.  Kind of like oooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWoooooooooo.  Guess you have to be there… Anyway, she’s off on one of these crying binges and I can’t quit laughing.  It was awful.  I think it was the stress of thinking I was going to die in the waiting room…

The doctor can’t decide what’s wrong, first he thinks it’s TMJ, then he thinks maybe it really is her sinuses, then he’s back to the TMJ.  He’s telling her not to finish her amoxicillin since it’s not an infection, then he’s telling her it might be an infection, so she should finish it…. Even I was confused!  Finally he decides he’s going to give her Toradol for pain and a couple steroid injections for any inflammation.  Fine.  So we wait another 45 minutes or so before the nurse comes in with the injections.  Meghan takes one look at the needles and she’s off on another crying tangent – even worse.  Those of you who have toddlers know what I mean.  Unfortunately, scenes like this with 25-year-old toddlers are NOT pretty.  The nurse is trying to give her the injections, but she’s hysterical and shaking and the nurse doesn’t want her to shake because she doesn’t want the injection to hurt more than it has to.  Oh, for the love of Pete…. I just want to get out of there and go home! 

Well the shots ended up being fine.  She was LAUGHING by the end of the second one (no matter, by that time I was having an anxiety attack).  But then of course we have to wait another 20 minutes for them to come in and take her blood pressure.  Lady, take MY blood pressure, I’m the one having an anxiety attack.  I asked her how long we had to wait since I was supposed to have been at work 45 minutes before.  “Oh, I’ll get Tom and we’ll get you right out of here”.  Pretty familiar with the docs in that ER… Anyway, another 45 minutes pass before she comes back with DD’s discharge instructions.  Then “Tom” comes in to add his 2 cents… Just let me OUT of this place for Pete’s sake…. 

 Oh, and the best part… The doctor got all ticked off because he thought we were “mocking” him!  He was telling us that maybe her jaw hurt from talking, we both started laughing because, well she DOES talk a LOT.  So she made the motion with her hand of someone talking, you know the one I’m talking about… He gets all ticked off… “Look, I’m trying to help you here.  If you’re going to sit there and mock me…” What the heck?  Lighten up buddy!  That in itself made the whole visit worthwhile… Mocking the doctor indeed.  Which leads me to believe that doctor’s really do have a God complex…

Anyway… We’ll see how things go tomorrow.  Sigh.  I know I’m not up for another trip to the ER anytime soon. 


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Just when I think religion can’t get any more odd, I read this is the local paper.  I checked the date, it’s not an April Fool joke.  

U2 church services are Bono-fied hit

It was a church service with an edge.

As the Sunday-morning sun streamed through blocks of scarlet, purple and green stained glass at Omaha’s First Christian Church, the militarylike drum cadence of “Sunday Bloody Sunday” greeted 140 people at the first of two U2 Eucharists.

A blond creative-writing teacher wearing dark sunglasses joined in, playing the electric guitar melody of U2 guitarist The Edge.

Images on a screen beside a giant golden cross flashed: a charred shell of an automobile, a crying child gripping a fence.

“Wipe your tears away, wipe your tears away,” the praise band sang.

The U2 Eucharist, a church service that combines the spiritual lyrics of rock band U2 with traditional Bible verses to encourage social activism, started with a tiny Episcopal church in Maine and has spread to more than 250 churches worldwide.

At this Disciples of Christ Church, for some members, it was an introduction to U2 lead singer Bono. For others, it was the reason they were there.

“Personally, I would have put him in the same category as Ozzy Osbourne,” Marj Frost, 65, said with a laugh. The Omahan said she knew Bono only by name.

But the service opened her eyes – enough so that she might listen to U2’s music instead of turning off those loud guitars.

“It was interesting,” she said. “It was a good experience. I’m glad I was here.”

The volume and intensity of the music were subdued compared with the environment at a U2 arena performance.

And the crowd was calmer than those at the four-member group’s packed shows. A few people clapped to one song, but most sang them like church hymns. Some just watched the lyrics on the screen.

But it accomplished the co-pastors’ goal: to get new faces in the church.

First Christian Church’s René and Rick Jensen were brainstorming themes for their contemporary service when they remembered reading about the U2 Eucharist, also shortened to “U2charist.”

They developed their own version, using Matthew 25:31-46, the parable of the last judgment.

People sitting on one side of the center aisle would read part of the Scripture, then the other side would read, with everyone joining in to read lyrics to U2’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.”

Rick Jensen’s sermon used Bono as an example of someone helping the needy.

“He has taken his faith and Jesus’ demand for justice seriously, using his celebrity to get in the faces of the political and business leaders of wealthy nations,” Rick Jensen said of Bono.

Bono was named Time magazine’s 2005 Person of the Year, along with Bill and Melinda Gates, for their call to wealthy nations to forgive the debts of poor countries so that money could instead be used for basic necessities.

Bono also co-founded DATA (Debt, AIDS, Trade, Africa), an advocacy organization to fight extreme poverty and AIDS in Africa, and the (PRODUCT)RED campaign, a consumer initiative.

Bono is still better known worldwide as a rocker who favors sunglasses and leather.

After learning more about him, Helen Cantwell, 57, felt like her cool quotient might rise with her 16-year-old daughter and others.

“I work with a lady who always says she loves Bono, and I never know what she’s talking about,” the Omahan said. “I liked the message to it, and I liked the rhythm.”

The pastors knew some churchgoers weren’t interested in rock music, so they kept their 8:15 a.m. service traditional.

René Jensen said the service, like all church services, was meant to glorify God, but also to draw those not attracted to a traditional service. She advertised on a sign at the church at 66th and Dodge Streets and in the University of Nebraska at Omaha newspaper.

It worked.

Adam Stark, a UNO senior who is Catholic, brought enough friends and family members to practically fill a pew.

“It was U2 – that was all that mattered,” said Stark, 22.

The two U2 services each drew about 40 people more than normal, René Jensen said.

Chris Jenson, the Elkhorn creative-writing teacher and praise band lead guitarist, noticed the new faces. Since discovering the band at age 10, the now-36-year-old parent has attended six U2 concerts and played U2 songs in a cover band. But performing “One” in his church was special.

“To sing that song in a congregation while people are breaking bread,” he said, “it was moving.”

It was, in the words of Bono in the service’s closing song, a beautiful day.

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