I'm sitting here working (well, clearly, I've stopped working and am now blogging) and watching "Summer Magic" with Hayley Mills. I'm not digging it, but I feel compelled to watch it because, well, it's Hayley Mills. I'm not even 100% sure of what the plot is because I am only sporadically paying attention, but I'm paying close enough attention to notice the following:
Disney apparently employed only 10 different actors in the '60s and '70s. There is of course, Hayley Mills, who was in Parent Trap--possibly one of my favorite movies of all times, The Moon-Spinners, Pollyanna, That Darn Cat, In Search of the Castaways. Heck, I didn't even know about that last one. And how about Johnnie Whitaker. Wasn't he in a bunch of Disney stuff? The kids from Mary Poppins showed up in like three other movies together. And now there's this woman in Summer Magic who was also in Parent Trap. She played the maid in Parent Trap. She's Burl Ives' wife in this movie.
Speaking of Burl Ives, he's also in this movie. He just collapsed on the floor. I don't think I've ever seen him in anything other than Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Although I guess I really only heard him in that.
Anyway, that's Thing One about Disney movies--the same 10 people over and over.
Thing Two is: why does everyone sound like they have an English accent in the movies from the '60s and '70s? Of course, Hayley Mills is actually English, but they all sound that way. And yet, they're not.
Thing Three: The pre-recorded dog barking is exactly the same in this movie as it is in the Shaggy Dog, 101 Dalmations, and I swear, even Lassie. They're not even the same breed, or even alive--101 Dalmations was animated, you can't fool me!!--and they have the same bark.
Thing Four: Same soundtrack. OK, probably not really, but it all has that same tone.
Thing Five: This isn't about this movie, but it's more from all of the Disney cartoon movies like Bambi--the mother always dies. What the heck? I think Disney must have a thing about mothers. Brother Bear, Finding Nemo, and others I can't think of right now. Or the mother dies and we never see her at all: Snow White, Cinderella, Aladdin, Little Mermaid, etc. etc. etc. Are orphans big sellers?
Ok, then.
I have no idea why I wrote this post. I think it all started when I heard the barking dog...
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Because Who Doesn't Want to Ride in an Ambulance?
I'm trying to remember if I had ever ridden in an ambulance before yesterday afternoon. I'll have to ask my Dad if we rode in one when we were in a car accident when we went to Washington, D.C. when I was in fifth grade. I can't remember.
With the state of health care in this country right now, I've always been grateful that we haven't had to require the use of an ambulance. Because if you think they're taking you on that little ride for free, you are sorely mistaken.
So now we're about to find out exactly what a 30 mile ambulance ride costs. Not that it wasn't worth it and that I don't completely and totally appreciate the firefighters and EMTs that came to our rescue yesterday.
Most of you have read on Facebook that Finn had a mountain bike accident yesterday.
It was gross, people. Really gross.
Eamonn and the boys went out for a ride before dinner. I was working. A frozen pizza was in the oven. I love frozen pizza nights. It's like vacation.
Eamonn called me at about 6pm to say they were on their way home. I took the pizza out of the oven, did a little more work. Minutes later, the phone rang again.
It was Eamonn again, telling me Finn had just had an accident on his bike and that someone was calling 911. He told me where they were and to get there right away. I could hear Finn crying and saying, "I'm dying! I'm dying!" in the background. Not stressful for a mother or anything.
I grabbed my coat, purse and Finn's coat and ran out the door. I drove through the neighborhood at about 60 miles an hour, tires squealing and everything. Sorry, neighbors.
I was to them in probably less than two minutes after getting the call. Hey, it's a small town.
I parked the car at the side of the road and ran down the bike path to them. And here is a bit of advice. If you are going to be running in a crazed frenzy, don't wear slip on shoes. Just an FYI.
A group of people had gathered--some were walking along the path and came across the accident, some had come out of the nearest house, which happens to belong to a guy Eamonn used to work with and he had friends over for dinner that Eamonn also knew. They had brought out blankets and wrapped Finn up.
Eamonn quickly and quietly explained that the brake lever was impaled in Finn's right thigh. I asked if he thought the femoral artery was hit and he shook his head and reminded me that basically, Finn would have been bleeding out there and then. Frankly, there was very little blood at all. The darn brake was just lodged in there. Fortunately, Eamonn had the foresight not to pull them out. I stress a little thinking about what I would have done.
By the way, did you know that when you call 911, everyone comes to the party? Police, fire, ambulance. It was all very dramatic. Cute firefighters running down the bike path towards you. That's a sight to behold.
But I digress.
Brake cables were cut, handle bars taken off the bike, and Finn and I rode in the ambulance to the nearest hospital with the handlebars still firmly attached to his leg.
The friends took the bikes into their house, Declan and Eamonn drove home and gathered some overnight items just in case, including some of Finn's favorite things: like baboo--his lovey that he still sleeps with, Big Boss--his pillow pet, Sharkey--favorite stuffed animal, and Pokemon cards. Because you can't spend the night in the hospital without Pokemon cards, right? What if a nurse wants to trade with you or something? It would be a shame to be unprepared.
Eamonn dropped Declan at Tara's and met us in the ER. Declan gets very, very stressed when someone happens to Finn. I can only assume that it's a result of worrying about the leukemia and we just don't see it flare up very often. So really, it was best for him not to be at the ER.
We had no idea what to expect. Do you have to surgically remove handlebars? It turns out, not in this instance. They slid out pretty easily (a relative term used by someone who did not have handlebars in her thigh). Stitches and a drain were put in and I have to say, even though they numbed the wound, it clearly didn't work to well, although when the doctor took this huge cotton swab and was probing around under the skin, even I almost lost it. I can't imagine how much that must have hurt. In fact, Finn repeatedly said, "Please knock me out!"
In the end, we left after a few hours. Declan decided to spend the night at Tara's. Finn wanted chicken nuggets--I know, I know--so we drove through Wendy's and let him eat deep fried chicken parts to his heart's content.
He was in bed by about 10:30pm; I had drugged him with some Ibuprofen. He slept soundly. We did not. I could not stop envisioning the accident happening (even though I wasn't there) and then what his leg looked like.
I'm telling you, it's gross.
At 6am, we all had a pleasant awakening to our smoke dectectors malfunctioning.
Sweet. What are the odds.
But then again, what are the odds that this accident would happen 366 days after the scalping at the park last year?
Next year, we're not leaving the house on this weekend.
Today we visited the orthopedic surgeon and all is well. The wound, and this is pretty gross, can't be stitched completely shut. So part is sewn shut, part is gaping open. I'm sorry--I shouldn't have used the word gaping. It just has to heal.
I wanted to take a picture, but Finn wouldn't let me. He hasn't seen it yet.
It's probably best that way.
I took a two hour nap today while my children watched inappropriate videos on You Tube. I've decided I don't really care.
With the state of health care in this country right now, I've always been grateful that we haven't had to require the use of an ambulance. Because if you think they're taking you on that little ride for free, you are sorely mistaken.
So now we're about to find out exactly what a 30 mile ambulance ride costs. Not that it wasn't worth it and that I don't completely and totally appreciate the firefighters and EMTs that came to our rescue yesterday.
Most of you have read on Facebook that Finn had a mountain bike accident yesterday.
It was gross, people. Really gross.
Eamonn and the boys went out for a ride before dinner. I was working. A frozen pizza was in the oven. I love frozen pizza nights. It's like vacation.
Eamonn called me at about 6pm to say they were on their way home. I took the pizza out of the oven, did a little more work. Minutes later, the phone rang again.
It was Eamonn again, telling me Finn had just had an accident on his bike and that someone was calling 911. He told me where they were and to get there right away. I could hear Finn crying and saying, "I'm dying! I'm dying!" in the background. Not stressful for a mother or anything.
I grabbed my coat, purse and Finn's coat and ran out the door. I drove through the neighborhood at about 60 miles an hour, tires squealing and everything. Sorry, neighbors.
I was to them in probably less than two minutes after getting the call. Hey, it's a small town.
I parked the car at the side of the road and ran down the bike path to them. And here is a bit of advice. If you are going to be running in a crazed frenzy, don't wear slip on shoes. Just an FYI.
A group of people had gathered--some were walking along the path and came across the accident, some had come out of the nearest house, which happens to belong to a guy Eamonn used to work with and he had friends over for dinner that Eamonn also knew. They had brought out blankets and wrapped Finn up.
Eamonn quickly and quietly explained that the brake lever was impaled in Finn's right thigh. I asked if he thought the femoral artery was hit and he shook his head and reminded me that basically, Finn would have been bleeding out there and then. Frankly, there was very little blood at all. The darn brake was just lodged in there. Fortunately, Eamonn had the foresight not to pull them out. I stress a little thinking about what I would have done.
By the way, did you know that when you call 911, everyone comes to the party? Police, fire, ambulance. It was all very dramatic. Cute firefighters running down the bike path towards you. That's a sight to behold.
But I digress.
Brake cables were cut, handle bars taken off the bike, and Finn and I rode in the ambulance to the nearest hospital with the handlebars still firmly attached to his leg.
The friends took the bikes into their house, Declan and Eamonn drove home and gathered some overnight items just in case, including some of Finn's favorite things: like baboo--his lovey that he still sleeps with, Big Boss--his pillow pet, Sharkey--favorite stuffed animal, and Pokemon cards. Because you can't spend the night in the hospital without Pokemon cards, right? What if a nurse wants to trade with you or something? It would be a shame to be unprepared.
Eamonn dropped Declan at Tara's and met us in the ER. Declan gets very, very stressed when someone happens to Finn. I can only assume that it's a result of worrying about the leukemia and we just don't see it flare up very often. So really, it was best for him not to be at the ER.
We had no idea what to expect. Do you have to surgically remove handlebars? It turns out, not in this instance. They slid out pretty easily (a relative term used by someone who did not have handlebars in her thigh). Stitches and a drain were put in and I have to say, even though they numbed the wound, it clearly didn't work to well, although when the doctor took this huge cotton swab and was probing around under the skin, even I almost lost it. I can't imagine how much that must have hurt. In fact, Finn repeatedly said, "Please knock me out!"
In the end, we left after a few hours. Declan decided to spend the night at Tara's. Finn wanted chicken nuggets--I know, I know--so we drove through Wendy's and let him eat deep fried chicken parts to his heart's content.
He was in bed by about 10:30pm; I had drugged him with some Ibuprofen. He slept soundly. We did not. I could not stop envisioning the accident happening (even though I wasn't there) and then what his leg looked like.
I'm telling you, it's gross.
At 6am, we all had a pleasant awakening to our smoke dectectors malfunctioning.
Sweet. What are the odds.
But then again, what are the odds that this accident would happen 366 days after the scalping at the park last year?
Next year, we're not leaving the house on this weekend.
Today we visited the orthopedic surgeon and all is well. The wound, and this is pretty gross, can't be stitched completely shut. So part is sewn shut, part is gaping open. I'm sorry--I shouldn't have used the word gaping. It just has to heal.
I wanted to take a picture, but Finn wouldn't let me. He hasn't seen it yet.
It's probably best that way.
I took a two hour nap today while my children watched inappropriate videos on You Tube. I've decided I don't really care.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
The Flaming Shrew
Is anyone else's PMS getting worse with age? Just wondering. Because this afternoon I literally thought the top of my head was going to fly off for no apparent reason. Well, of course there was a reson--I'm not THAT irrational. Or so I think.
But then again, "Everybody thinks they have good taste and a sense of humor but they couldn't possibly all have good taste." Name that movie.
My point here is that I don't seem irrational to myself, but I could be wrong.
Anyway, there was a reason for my irrationality, but I can no longer remember what it is. Was.
So if my PMS is getting worse with age, at least I can't remember it in any great detail. Silver linings.
On a completely different subject, here are a few pictures of a fall hike I took with friends last Friday. It looks mysteriously like the fall hike I took a few weeks ago, even though it's a completely different part of the valley. Crazy.
The view from the bottom of the trail. We were at a state park near our house.
Views on the way up.
Probably because I didn't grow up around Aspen trees, I'm so enthralled by them. Those long, long trunks and yellow leaves against the bright blue sky. I still miss the reds of the maple trees though...
Twila and Gillian following me and Vicky back down the trail.
View of the lake on the way back down.
Ahhh, I feel serene just looking at these pictures...until I realize how freaking long it takes to upload them and how cumbersome the process is. So Blogger, you're on notice: You upload function sucks.
We now interrupt this crazed post and return you to your regularly scheduled evening.....
But then again, "Everybody thinks they have good taste and a sense of humor but they couldn't possibly all have good taste." Name that movie.
My point here is that I don't seem irrational to myself, but I could be wrong.
Anyway, there was a reason for my irrationality, but I can no longer remember what it is. Was.
So if my PMS is getting worse with age, at least I can't remember it in any great detail. Silver linings.
On a completely different subject, here are a few pictures of a fall hike I took with friends last Friday. It looks mysteriously like the fall hike I took a few weeks ago, even though it's a completely different part of the valley. Crazy.
The view from the bottom of the trail. We were at a state park near our house.
Views on the way up.
Probably because I didn't grow up around Aspen trees, I'm so enthralled by them. Those long, long trunks and yellow leaves against the bright blue sky. I still miss the reds of the maple trees though...
Twila and Gillian following me and Vicky back down the trail.
View of the lake on the way back down.
Ahhh, I feel serene just looking at these pictures...until I realize how freaking long it takes to upload them and how cumbersome the process is. So Blogger, you're on notice: You upload function sucks.
We now interrupt this crazed post and return you to your regularly scheduled evening.....
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