2001
| February 7, 2001 That's the quote they used in the ad for the Fabio E! Entertainment special running this coming Sunday! Way out of context - I said that I hung the CALENDAR of him coming out of the shower (1994 - Towel and the scowl pose) up in my bathroom!!! To annoy my sons! Just thought that I would clarify that. Just a tad! Holy Moly! I got the commercial on tape. My VCR is set for Sunday at 9PM - E! Entertainment - barring an emergency for my son - WHO CAME HOME TONIGHT!!!!! I am pooped. I moved him (my son) out of the hospital again. Three suitcases, a wheelchair, a walker and a fish tank - the little aqua babies kind. Missed the partridge and the pear tree. I unpacked - I will clean later. I am tired. Took TWO HOURS to drive home - wore him out (sitting up on buns that have no fat on them is difficult). My hips just go out in long traffic runs - I limp for 3-5 minutes. Hip replacement is in my future. Way in the future. Not on my wish list. My foot hurts - I popped a tendon - haven't had time to see the foot doctor. And I am driving a truck with 5 on the floor. Tiring. At the hospital, I grabbed a low fat brownie and a frozen meal and a donut twist. At home, I just grabbed a coffee. No wonder I have an active ulcer! (My doctor said "furtile ground".) My son's in bed eating chips. And Gatorade. And figuring out the cable lineup. He's on clean sheets. A fairly clean room. I sprayed Lysol everywhere his hands can touch. HE'S HOME!!!! After 7.5 months in the hospital - with only that short break in October that really wasn't since he was back at the hospital every 5 minutes. I haven't taken this all in. He's actually here. I am actually in my house. And aware that I don't like my house - I want my other house in San Diego! Or, a much bigger one much closer to the hospital and work. I haven't figured out how to go to work with him home alone. Tomorrow, I will go in, grab a meeting, grab the computer, and leave. By Monday I should be able to work at least 5 hours in the office. Maybe. Step by step we will get him independent. Just for fun, for his last day in the hospital, I bought my son a massage. His first. Mellowed him right out. Eric is trying to get a date for Fabio and I to have our belated dinner-date. The one I bought last Valentine's day. Before my son was diagnosed with cancer. Pepper has a ticket to fly in and baby-sit. Meanwhile, my son is laughing at the Fabio ad and waiting to see his Mom on TV. If he thinks this is funny, wait 'till I show him the "talking head" - I am the speaker on a proof of concept Web-Based Training tape for Synopsys. Hilarious. We'll have to figure out how a few family members can get to see that thing. Hidden file somewhere. We shall see. For now they will have to watch that Fabio ad. I'm on right after the quote, "Women were groping him...." Now, I never groped the boy! Although I certainly thought about it! Not dead yet! But I have more class than that. I'll wait till he gropes me! (Could be a long wait!) And for the much post-phoned second dinner date, I now have a list of instructions for kissing Fabio. Seems I am to stand in for all the other women who are fans...... I'm afraid to ask. Pepper said she was embarrassed just reading it. And she's married. |
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