Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Please Pass The Prozac

This morning I got the e-mail below from my cousin. I don't know the man involved in the accident. He is a very dear friend of my cousin. I'm assuming he's in his 20's like her. So very tragic. My heart goes out to them. My G*d bring healing to this family.


Yesterday on my way home I stopped in a store I frequent more than I probably should. Back when The Tiny Terrorists were little I used to walk to the store with one in a stroller and one holding on. We'd go there at least once a week for little things, a lot of times just to break up the monotony of day to day life with two kids under 5 and to tire them out so they'd take a nap.

Over the past 5 years I've lived here and gone to that store I've gotten to know two ladies who work there. They are sisters, both in their mid to late 50's. They have always reminded me of my sister D and me. They fuss, they tease each other, they laugh a lot, they are very different and they love each other. Just like D and I.

I saw one of the sisters yesterday and made sure to check out in her line. I hadn't talked to either sister in a while so I told this one I was happy to see her then asked about her sister. Her broad smile melted as she told me "She's not well at all." My stomach dropped as she told me that her sister had a stroke. She told me that she and their other sister were taking care of her now. This news really struck me, not just because I like the sisters very much but because they remind me of what D and I joke that we will be like in 20 or so years.

Puppy Love

My dear friend Mystic has 4 dogs. I'm not a dog person, but I do like her dogs. 3 of them are little wiener dogs and ya know, wiener dogs are just cute. I like her dogs because they aren't all jump up on you and get in your face dogs. My favorite of her dogs is Hunter. Hunter is her oldest and most un-dog-like dog. He's kind of catlike in his aloof manner at times. It's probably because he's old and just doesn't have the energy anymore, or he just might not give a fuck anymore. I call him Grandpa Hunter because he's old and cantankerous and he reminds me of an old NY Jewish man. I can honestly imagine that dog with spectacles on, reading the Times and eating a bagel at a Kosher deli. Sadly poor Grandpa Hunter is unwell. He's old and his heart is giving him problems. Dear Mystic is understandably distraught. I'm sad for her. I had planned to go to TRF this weekend and stay at Mystic's house, but my plans didn't work out so I'm not going. I feel very guilty about not going because this is the SPCF fund raiser breakfast and I wanted to help out again this year (it was incredibly fun last year... except the potato peeling.). Now that Grandpa Hunter is sick, I feel even worse about not being able to help out.

If you are going to TRF this weekend, take a moment to go by, get breakfast and make a donation. All proceeds go to Lone Star Multiple Sclerosis - and since so many of our fairemily have MS, it's a cause most of us should be able to stand behind. If you are feeling really generous (with time or money), contact Queen Mystic or Princess Heart to see how you can help out and make this fundraiser a huge success. This year they will be serving tasty breakfast tacos between rows 1-3, starting at 7:00 A.M. Remember, breakfast is the MOST import meal of the day and giving of ones self is the best way to feed the soul. Why not do both at the same time? GO TO THE SPCF FUNDRAISER BREAKFAST!

I know, so damn cheerful today!
Please Help If You Can

My cousin just passed this along to me:

As most of you are already aware, Weldon is in the hospital right now with a pretty serious motorcycle accident that happened Saturday night.

He was hit by an SUV on Frankford and Dallas Tollway and flew 50 feet off his bike. He is in ICU with a lacerated liver, lacerated kidney, bleeding on the brain with a shunt inside his skull to help the swelling, and his right foot has been amputated. His knee is completely gone, his leg has more than a few pins in it, and they are in the process of trying to save the remainder of his leg.

As of about an hour ago when I left the hospital, he is stable and we are all keeping our spirits up and the prayers are 24/7. If you could though, we need you to go and donate blood for him. You can go to your local blood center, like Carter Blood Care, and tell them you are donating for Weldon Latham at Baylor of Dallas. It doesn't matter what blood type you are either. For every pint that becomes available to the blood centers, they reserve a pint in their blood bank for Weldon. So please please please donate for him, and if you can't for some reason, at least keep him in your prayers.... he is still bleeding and needs everybody to help with the donations and prayers.

If you could, please pass this on to your friends and family members also.... we need all the help we can get. I love this man to death and need every ones support to get him back home and back to being the same old Weldon that we all know and love. I am up there each day and will have updates if anybody needs them..... just let me know.

God bless you all.

Shannon M. H

If you can give, please do.

Locations to donate in the metroplex:

Preston Valley Center (Preston and 635)
12835 Preston Road
Suite 211
Dallas, TX 75230

Richardson Center (Campbell and Collins)
322 W. Campbell Rd.
Suite 322
Richardson, TX 75080
(972) 437-4483

Plano Center (Parker and Ohio)
4709 W. Parker Rd.
Suite 505
Plano, TX 75093
(972) 612-2098

Addison Center (Beltline and Midway)
3959 Belt Line Rd.
Addison, Texas 75001
(972) 960-8895

Thank you.

EDIT: Just received from Shan:
For anybody donating blood – I just called and you will need the following information to donate for Weldon.

Weldon Latham

Baylor of Dallas

Date of birth – 5/15/81

Monday, October 15, 2007

First Grade Spelling

Hmmm... What the fuck are they teaching my kid?