Time to Blog again, now that I’ve rejoined the human race. I have been deathly ill since the evening of January 26th. Yes you’ve heard me on the radio through most of that time, with the exception of the one day off I took Friday the 27th because I couldn’t wake up from my fever dream in time to get to the station by 9am. I enhanced my sickness experience that day by camping out on the couch under blankets and cats, watching a marathon of “House” on USA. Truth is, I’ve been a radio DJ so long that I literally can do a show in my sleep, or under the influence of various over-the-counter drugs. And after Geisinger Urgent Care confirmed I had nothing deadly or contagious, I dragged my sorry self back into work Monday because my boss was out sick. Being second in command, I worried disaster would strike if we were both out. Walker might decide to throw on an hour of ‘80s hair bands at 3pm, or something! But just because I was here doesn’t mean I was all that functional. It takes 7 to 10 days for the common cold virus to work its way through your system. But who can take 10 days off and rest? And have you noticed that no one who doesn’t have one takes a cold seriously? This is my least favorite time of year, for that reason. It took the whole 10 days to get over it, but I’m about 98.5% back.
And of course every Mommy reading this knows there are NO sick days away from taking care of that little one!
This chart is QUITE accurate! Especially the Muppet Appreciation cortex favoring Elmo. BTW all this week (2/13-17) I’m giving away tickets to Sesame Street Live Presents 123 Imagine with Elmo and Friends at Mohegan Sun Arena March 1-4. You’re listening for Savannah to call out for Elmo as your cue to call in. You’ll know it when you hear it, a cute little voice asking for “mah-moe?”
Which brings me to my next random thought – I am desperately seeking fun things to do with a young toddler on the weekends! A lot of activities for kids around here seem to start at age 4 and up. Please comment on this blog if you have any suggestions!
One thing we’re going to check out next weekend is Crystal Cabin Fever at Sculpted Ice Works, Route 590 in Lakeville. It looks pretty cool – pardon the pun – African safari animals, cheetahs and the like all carved out of ice. And a gigantic ice slide we can all go down as a family, she’ll love that! We’re going with another family and their 5-year-old. I’ll let you know how it went. http://crystalcabinfever.com/
I was working on a blog right before I got sick, about the passing of Joe Paterno. This is as far as I got: In the late ‘90s, before we were married, my husband Steve worked installing the interactive kiosks in the Centre County Visitors Bureau, just outside of University Park. He recalls the time Joe Paterno breezed in to check out the then-brand new state-of-the-art center. A very personable old man, given the sort of awed respect usually reserved for a Presidential visit. One of Steve’s coworkers leaned over and whispered, “if he ever stops coaching football he’s dead.”
I’ll just give you the gist of where I was going with this. I felt very sad when I heard Joe had died, losing his battle with cancer in the midst of the scandal after having lost the job that defined his life. Regardless of what he did, or did not do, in reporting that alleged child rape to the proper authorities, I feel in my heart of hearts that Joe was a good man. He may have to answer to God for what went on (and face it only he and God know what really happened) but I believe they’ll let Joe in the pearly gates. I am sad because I feel he died a very sad man, regretful of his own inaction. May he rest in peace. And may these boys find peace and justice as this case moves forward.
On now to lighter fare...Valentine's Day.
How are you celebrating? I told my husband as yet another ad for flower delivery assaulted us on TV – don’t get me any silly flowers or gifts. It’s kind of silly since the money to buy this crap comes out of our family budget anyway! I told him let’s just be home for each other Tuesday night. We’ll finish up work at work. He’ll pick up Savannah at day care and feed her spaghetti and meatballs for supper while I finish up at KRZ, I’ll be home in time for her bedtime routine. Then after she goes down, around 7:30, I’ll cook us a wonderful supper while sipping Cupcake, my favorite brand of chardonnay. He’ll rub my shoulders while I sautee the shrimp, then he’ll refill my glass as I fill our plates. We’ll have a nice dinner, sans baby, and curl up under blankets and cats with one of the box sets we got for Christmas, Alfred Hitchcock or W.C. Fields. With any luck the cats will end up jumping off the couch by the end of the night!