Monday, April 21, 2008
Tales from the Hospital
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Swimming Pools, Movie Stars, It's me Ikey
Thursday, February 21, 2008
The Supreme Court Justice
dingbat
NOUN:
Slang. A person regarded as strange, eccentric, or crazy: crackpot, crazy, eccentric, lunatic. Informal : crank, loon, loony. Slang : cuckoo, ding-a-ling, kook, nut, screwball, weirdie, weirdo. See WISE.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
It Never rains in Southern California and other Mythical songs
Love, Jennifer and Ike
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
It's me...Ikey...with Mommy's scary day
After Mommy told me she didn't feel good and my lame attempts at trying to help her, she talked to someone I couldn't see, on a device, and loaded me quickly in the car. I could tell we were not going to "the beach". She was crying and I was really nervous for her.
We arrived at a building where there were many people running around. I thought I remembered the smell from somewhere else that I went with Mommy. Someplace that took my Mommy and I didn't get to see her for a really long time. Now I know I can't tell time, but I know it was a long time because I went home without Mommy, I woke up without Mommy and then when I got to see her it was in a very smelly place, with a very small bed. I still got to lay on the bed with Mom, but I had to be real careful.
This new smelly building with lots of people took Mom and I to a different room. This room was quieter and it was just me and Mom and this nice lady who gave Mom a bucket. Buckets can be fun...at " the beach" but the way Mom looked at this bucket I know it was no" day at the beach", no" walk in the park", no "sunshine on my shoulders" type of bucket!. Mom kept the bucket but I could tell she didn't want it.
The lady then brought in some bags of what looked like, to my big brown eyes, water. She also brought in some pokey things that Mom's eyes grew very big upon looking at them. Oh Mom, I am so scared for you. I want to help you, sluuurppp slurrppp. There, I made Mom all better by some big tongue kisses on her hand, since right now it's the only place I can reach.
They take one of the pokey things and put it into Mom's arm. The Lady who brought them in keeps moving it around, making Mommy cry. She can't get it in Mommy's arm. She goes for the hand. Oh boy, that sure looks like it hurts. Poor Mom. The Lady finally gets the pokey thing in and then hooks up one of the bags of water and leaves Mom and I alone.
We are alone only for a little time when Mom calls out for someone. The Lady comes back in a they notice that Mom's arm is all red and has BIG bumps on it. The Lady takes the bag of water away and leaves again. Mommy is worried about her arm, as she keeps looking at it. The Lady comes back with some more water and asks Mom to feel the bag. " It feels warm" I hear Mom say and that must be a good thing because the Lady smiles and hooks the pokey thing back up to the bag. She gives Mom something else, but in my vast doggie knowledge, it all looks the same.
A little while later Mom asks the Lady to take the bucket and give me some water with it. "See Mom" I say to her, this is a nice bucket". "Maybe we can bring it to The Beach". The Lady gives me water and then I jump back up on the bed. I can't leave Mom alone.
We walk to the bathroom ( I know that word) and then Mom gets dressed. I guess she is okay. The Lady takes the pokey thing out of her hand and off we go.
I was sure scared this day.
It's me Ikey...It's Ikey....WOOOFFFFF
p.s Today I got to go swimming. Woowoohhooo
sorry of bad spelling, I'm only two and something called spell check is not working:(
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Girlz in da Hoodie!!
So, I am sure you are all just dying to hear updates from previous posts, even if your not, just humor me because my team, the New England Patriots, just lost the Super Bowl. How very sad to be me right now. I could have rooted for the Giants and it would have been okay since I did live there for a very short while. I get to cheer for many different teams as I have lived in many different places, some twice!. The New England Patriots, The Boston Red Sox, The Philadelphia Philles, Eagles, Flyers and 76'ers, the Texas Rangers, The Dallas Cowboys,Mavericks, Stars, The Arizona Diamondbacks, Cardinals, Phoenix Suns...and the list goes on. I would have to say also that I am a lucky charm...no...not the little Leprechon that promotes cereal, but the four leaf clover kind of luck. When I lived in Dallas the Stars won the Stanley Cup and when I moved to Arizona the Diamondbacks won the World Series over the Evil Yankees and I was there at game 7. It was a great day for Red Sox fans as well as someone finally brought the evil empire to it's knees!. Okay enough already....back to updates.
Do you remember the crisis from one of my first blogs...the one that had me driving all over town, calling bookstores, searching the Internet ( thanks Maureen:) and finally calling the Red Cross. Yes, that's right, the WORKBOOK. I got the workbook, two to be exact. I wasn't sure that the one I ordered from Amazon would get here in time to have all the work completed, chapters 1-6 to be handed in on Monday( assigned on Wednesday), so I had one overnighted by the Red Cross. I did all the work that was required, all eighteen pages of work. One of the workbooks I received had the answers all ready written in, I could have passed that one in, but Nooo, I had to do all that work myself. It would not have been cheating, in a way, since the answers are written in the back of the workbook so you can check your answers ( thinking like a freshman...how can I justify cheating, of course I never did cheat, I was too afraid to get caught). Like the time that my friend Susan I got caught lying when we snuck out meeting Lifeguards on Martha's Vineyard ohhh so long ago. Lying just doesn't feel good, and cheating is the same feeling. You know your going to get caught...it's when that is the unknown factor. Susan and I got caught as soon as we returned to the campground, at least the punishment was swift and justice was fully served up by our parents.....I was so afriad of her father after that!. My parents were a little lighter on my sentence as I was just the blind follower, not the evil mastermind of our sorted rendevous at dawn ( Okay, yes, it was 8pm, but for us...it will always be dawn:). How did I get off the subject so badly. My mind is just pulling things out from so long ago...stop it brain. Back to the workbook.
The teacher walks in and says " Hey Dudes, did you get my e-mail". I look around the room in horror...I think to myself " E-mail....he doesn't have MY e-mail address, so I guess I am off the hook!" " Dudes...anyone anyone, Buehler Buehler" Now no one in the class gets that joke but me, and everyone in the class knows it, another strike for fitting in. " Okay slakers...I sent an e-mail to your Palomar e-mail addresses so I know you got it" sweat begins to pour down my back, I remember vaguely that I too was assigned a Palomar e-mail address when I registered, but I thought it was just a standard thing and it was for the students to use if and only if they wanted. Not for teachers to actually send us things!. The teacher then drops the BOMB.....are you ready everyone....hold on to your seats and remember to breath.....
" NO WORKBOOKS ARE NEEDED" silence falls over the class....or anyone who didn't get the memo. One brave student, the voice of the few, the proud, the one's who, like me, had searched high and low for the workbook. "but....I got the workbook and did the work, can I get some credit for it, the voice says" "HAHAHAHAHHAHA, you MUST be joking right, I should dock you points for not following the directions and not reading your e-mail".
I never said a word, I just sat there quitely, with my two workbooks, and hoped the teacher wouldn't see them.
The teacher then decides to pass out a rope. I am not sure after serveral students had spent almost $100 in getting now adjunct workbooks that handing out a rope in class is the smartest thing to do, but Barney Fife knows best:) While passing out the rope he asks us if we showered and brushed our teeth today. If your 18 years or older and don't brush your teeth everyday you probally don't have any teeth!. The rope, as I am sure you are waiting with baited breath ( do you brush your teeth every day:)) was for tying yourself to a fellow student and having to get apart without un tying the rope. Yes, anti-climactic, I agree.
One student was being nice and brought a Surfer Magazine in for the teacher. He had said he was a "dude" and loved to surf. When she brought it up to him he pushed it away like it was a three day old tuna sandwich...yuck!!! Sorry if I am being too graphic, I just put the first thing that came to mind. " That Magazine is for punks and toads, no thanks". He did not just do that. He did not just insult this poor 18 year old who was trying to do something nice. He will not be getting any chewy sprees from me ( the BEST candy ever). As far as I am concerned he is the TOAD and the rest of the class are the prince and princesses, and no one is going to kiss him, even with our bad breath!.
Until next time Folks...Goodnight and Goodluck!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
The Night of the Coyotes....It's Me Ikey:)
Monday, January 28, 2008
Open foot insert mouth...wait..that's not right
Friday, January 25, 2008
The Teacher from the Asylum
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Forgotten Mind!
So off we went, running (yeah right) to the bookstore. Quick in and out I was thinking. Nope. not happening on the second full day of classes. Lines, lines,lines out the door, Lines to drop off backpack, lines to return books, lines to buy books. I don't need any of that...I just need a PIECE of Paper!. Okay, calm down, your upsetting the dog, which I think I was. Poor Ikey. He is trying to get used to this place and here I am pulling him towards an ocean of loud people, strange noises, and the food court!. We drop of our backpack and get a number so I can retrieve it on my way out, great. One helpful boy decided that I was just too cute, wink wink, to help myself so he decided to explain all about the different notepads they have, the features and benefits of each, and their prices. Okay, this is not buying a car, I just need a PIECE OF PAPER. I took the $3.00 one and off to the register. Have you ever been to DisneyWorld?. How the lines are deceptively short?. How the lines actual wrap around 12 city blocks and a football field?. Yes, this is what happened next. They had lines that lead you through the whole store just to get to checkout. Meanwhile, I am sweating, my perfectly coiffed hair is in ruins and Ike is looking around like a dog in a candy store. Why you ask, because there was CANDY the whole way through the line just at his level. I felt like a r0bot telling him to leave it, leave it, leave it..and on.
Okay..now RUN to class (yeah right) you don't want to be late your first day. Past the skateboarders ( Ike not too sure about those), past the goths( please don't put a curse on me), past the ARMY ( please don't shoot me) and finally arriving at class!. Yeah I made it. Boy, Ike lots tired out. " Let's go in and you can take a nap" I said to Ike, and I really wanted one too.
Okay, here we got, got my $3.00 pad of paper and I am all set. Wait, wait, there is something else that I am missing??hmmmm What could it be??? No, you have just got to be kidding. A have NOTHING to write with. Flashback: First day of first grade....I got so upset about not having a pencil that I wet my pants:(((( That was not a good day. Flashforward: Do I feel a warming sensation going through my body???It can't be......Nope not that but I feel my face and neck getting very red and I am sweating. How can I be sooo stupid. I don't have time to walk all the way back to the student center. I guess I have to actual talk to someone. and not only that. but to get that person to respond with a positive yes. So I ask the girl three rows away who won't even look at me. " Do you have Pen I can borrow for the class, I was so stupid and forgot everything today, have you ever done that" I said trying to be as nice and friendly as I can be. Without ever looking at me or answering she pulls out a stumpy (yes, just like me) pencil no bigger than my thumb and hands it to me. If I was ANY bigger I would not have been able to hold it, it was so small. Beggars can't be choosy so I thanked he profusely and told her how grateful I was....no comment from the silent one.
Okay, this is where it get REALLY great. I could not make this stuff up. I thought when I started this I would be at a loss for things to write about, HA, there is so much material that today's blog is going to be pretty long. Hold onto your seats folks, the ride is just beggining!
Tune in LATER for the Teacher from the Asylum!