A bit of a scare

You all have probably noticed that I haven't blogged in awhile. Life has been a little nuts.
Before I start the story I just want everyone to know that Curt is fine and now home. ...
Curt left for work Thursday morning feeling just fine. By the time he was on the BART train he was feeling icky. He got off the train hoping the fresh air would make him feel better. It didn't. He went to work and just starting feeling worse. So he came home. He was sick to his stomach and violently ill all day at home. I came home with soup and diet 7UP. He was hoping the 7UP would help--but it didn't.
A little after 8 p.m. he told me that we needed to go to the hospital. (When diabetics get dehydrated their blood sugar and electrolytes get all of out whack.) Curt told me that I would have to help him to the car because he was so weak. By the time he got to the couch he just couldn't walk anymore. He told me that I should call an ambulance. So the paramedics came and took him to the ER.
I was in that horrible ER waiting room for about 2 hours. I asked about Curt and they took me back to him. Curt already looked a lot better at that point. They were pumping him with fluids and antibiotics. I met with the doctor--he asked me a few questions. Viral infection was what the doctor was thinking.
Curt was admitted into the ICU a little after midnight. I left the hospital a little before 1 a.m.
I came back the next morning about 9. Curt was feeling much better. (The nurse mentioned that since he came in he had about 7 liters of fluids. He was really dehydrated.) Curt had some jell-O and did OK with that. The doctor came around about 10:30 a.m. and said he could be transferred out of the ICU and into a room. The doctor also thought he could go home Saturday morning. Curt had a little lunch and felt just fine.
I stayed until about 2:30. Curt told me that I should go home and rest a bit. He was finally transferred to his room about 3:30. I went home to eat, rest and make some more family phone calls.
I got back to the hospital about 6:30 p.m. or so. He was looking good. Curt had eaten some dinner and was watching a Giants/A's game. I stayed until about 8:20 and then headed home.
The next morning I called about 11 a.m. and Curt was feeling sick again. He was given more antibiotics--orally--and he was able to keep it down. And he was given some anti-nausea drug.
By the time I got to the hospital about 1 p.m. he was feeling good again. He was off his IV. I stayed for a couple of hours and then ran some errands. I got back to the hospital about 6:30. Curt had eaten a good amount of his dinner and felt OK. I stayed until about 8 and headed home.
I talked to Curt about 10:30 Sunday morning. The doc had given him the go ahead to get out of there. Of course it took forever to discharge him. We got home about 12:20.
We had some lunch and then Curt took a good long nap. He stayed home Monday and is at home today.
By the way, the A's spanked the Giants all weekend. It was wonderful! Sunday it was 16-0. HA!

Snakebite

So we went to a Giants/D-Backs game last night. While you all in Phoenix and surrounding areas are melting I was wearing a longsleeve shirt and wool sweater to the game. Luckily this time the spot we sat in was much warmer. So I had little use for my scarf, jacket and gloves.
I did not have garlic fries this time. I am sorry to say, but the ballpark's garlic fries are just OK. The frozen garlic fries I got at Trader Joe's are better. Anyway, it was nachos and Hefeweizen for me. (Hey Ed! That's the beer you like but can never remember the name.)
We actually stayed for the whole game. Usually we leave in the 7th inning. But since we weren't crunched over trying to stay warm it was easier to stay till the end.
Well, the D-Backs beat the Giants 6-4. Woo-hoo! I was gonna wear my Gonzo jersey, but I was worried I would be humiliated. That doesn't mean I am a fairweathered fan. I cheered for them all throughout the game. I just didn't want to get beat up. But Curt noted that in our section I would be OK. So next Giants/D-Backs game ... in September.
Old Navy had fireworks afterward. We didn't stay for that. But we walked back to Curt's work to pick up our stuff and watch the fireworks from the balcony of his work building.

Stuff on my cat

I read about this Web site called www.stuffonmycat.com. So many people have been looking at it that it keeps crashing. I finally got to take a look this morning. Some of the pics are dumb. But some are down right hilarious. Check it out.

We are officially yuppies ...

and apparently true Bay Area residents. We bought a Volvo today. It is gorgeous. After we picked it up today we had dinner. So when we got home and it was a tad dark. So we didn't take pics yet. You really can't appreciate this blue without some daylight.
We are very fancy. Moon roof, 6 CD player, 12 speakers, seat warmers, etc. We got the S40. The smallest sedan Volvo has. The color is called Barents Blue. (Click on the 9th pic on the bottom for the color.)
We traded in my Corolla for the Volvo. We are gonna sell Curt's truck on our own. The guys at Volvo told us we would get more money for our truck if we sold it ourselves. So that is our next big thing--selling the truck.
Will post pictures very soon of our new car.

GROSS!!!

So if you haven't heard yet ... (ugh! gulp!) Tommy proposed to Katie. They have only been dating for 3 months--and that is just one of the weird things about their relationship. There are soooo many.
Would you want to be 26 and marry some 40-something-year-old who has already been married twice? Whatever.

When can I put my sweaters away?

So today is cold and rainy. What is up with this June Gloom winter weather in the summer!!?? One person's answer at work was, "It's the Bay Area."
Not that I am missing the 115 days of Phoenix. But I can handle sunny 70 days here.
Though I am excited that I can make my yummy Red Pepper Sauce for dinner tonight. On other days I would broil us out of our apartment by using the oven to roast my peppers and garlic. Usually when I come home it is quite warm in here and I open all the windows and run the fan. It takes awhile to cool our apartment down. No A/C. But hey, our gas/electric bill is so cheap. I don't miss the $200 plus electric bills from Phoenix summers.

My Tom Cruise rant

OK, normally I wouldn't waste space on a silly celebrity--especially Tom Cruise. But the guy has really been bugging me lately.
He used to be cute and sexy and cool--in his "Top Gun" days. Now he is just weird. And so not cute anymore.
First of all, I don't really care whether Tom and Katie Holmes are really dating or if it is a ploy to get people to see their movies. I probably won't see either. Maybe rent in the very far future--since we just joined Netflix. Though that Dakota Fanning is in Tom's movie and she is a great little actress. But I still won't see it in the theater.
Anyway, I only heard about Tommy's behavior on Oprah. I wish I actually witnessed it from my couch. But I had to read about his jumping on the couch and pounding his fist on the floor online. Anyway, he sounds like an idiot. And no one is THAT in love. Gimme a break!
And can Tom no longer convince women his own age to date him? That is just kinda creepy. (He messed up when he left Nicole Kidman. Though it is reported that she is happy for him being in love with the kid.) And Katie used to have a poster of him on her bedroom wall. Too bizarre. I am happy to say I never had a poster of Tom Cruise on my bedroom wall. I was more of a River Phoenix girl.
OK, back to my rant ... And then Tommy convinces Katie to not do some druggie movie role. Because he doesn't believe in drugs or something like that. If you want to know more, read about it on the Scientology Web site.
And now Katie is thinking about or is converting to Scientology. I find that odd. I am all for freedom of religion. But Tom says he didn't have anything to do with her wanting to convert. I have a hard time believing that. At his last movie set he set up a Scientology tent. Somehow he got special permissiom. Because normally sets don't preach any religions. I have my own beliefs and I am OK with others as long as they don't cram them down my throat.
Oh, and he had the nerve to tell Brooke Shields that she shouldn't be taking some anti-depressent for postpartum depression. The whole not believing in drugs thing again. He needs to mind his own business.
When did he have postpartum depression?
OK, that is the end of my rant.

Lots of eating with some weekend guests

So my dad came into town Friday. We had dinner Friday night at North Beach Pizza. Afterward we just hung out at our place till bed time. Dad had meetings in the city all day Saturday.
Saturday afternoon we had lunch with Frank and Francine. Francine is like my second mother. She is a wonderful person. We always have a blast together. She is great friends with my mom, too. Anyway, they were coming back from Oregon--they have a house in Florence. They were driving back to Tucson and came through Berkeley to see us. We had lunch at The Drunken Boat. We sat outside and enjoyed the sunshine and the great food. After lunch Frank and Francine headed back to their travels.
Sunday morning my dad came back to our place. His meetings ran late so he just stayed in the city. We headed to the Thai Buddhist temple for lunch. Yum, I love their food. We had great food again and enjoyed sitting out in the sunshine. Afterward, Curt took the leftovers home and Dad and I went the flea market at the Ashby BART station parking lot. There was some cool stuff and of course some junk. There was some interesting music. It was pretty cool. We walked back to the apartment after that.
Curt and I took Joey to Petco to get a nail trim. They were getting way too long. His little feet were clicking on our hardwood floors.
Later on Sunday we had seafood at a Restaurant called Scott's in Oakland and then we went to Yoshi's at Jack London Square to hear some jazz by the Yellowjackets.
Back to the workweek ...

Home sick

So I have an icky cold and I decided to not go to work today. I hate having colds. I had a cold in December--right before our holiday party. And then one in October--right after our visit in Philly (with three kids) and right before my big 3-0!
I am starting to feel better. Just pretty much tired. I was sleeping and there was a pounding on our door. It was the FedEx guy with my wine from the Andretti Wine Club. Woo-hoo! They tried to deliver the other day, but now that I work Monday through Friday 9-5 I am not home for packages. And since it is wine an adult has to sign for it. The funny thing is I called them the other day and had them hold it--apparently someone didn't get the message. Anyway, I get wine every 3 months--so I won't have to deal with this again until then.
Oh, and because I am sick I can't enjoy my lovely wine OR workout with Maya. And I have been so good lately, too. :(

Albatross

So an old friend of Curt's was in town. Rachel's family lives in Oakland and her little brother graduated from high school. The kid's graduation was today--a Sunday. Her boyfriend, Pat, was telling me that it is a Catholic school. Do Catholic schools not graduate in the middle of the week like the lowly public schools?
Anyway, so we met Rachel, Pat and our friend Eric at Albatross for drinks and Darts last night. I suck at Darts--but it was still fun. We all had a lot of fun. Laughing, drinking and throwing darts. And Eric brought his own darts. They were spring loaded--which means when you hit the bull's eye it jumped out half the time. Oh well.
We stayed out until 1 a.m.--which I think is the latest I have stayed out since living here. 1 a.m. used to be nothing for me. Now I am a wimp!

Attack of the bumper stickers

Can you believe it? I saw another pro-Bush sticker today. What's the deal? He also had a PETA sticker on his car.

Tooth Fairy, gas prices and bumper stickers

So last week Curt's parents went to Philly (actually West Chester, PA) for the week to take care of our niece and two nephews while Craig and Susan were on vacation. In that week James, who is 5, lost two teeth. But the first one he accidentally swallowed. Apparently he was pretty upset about it. But big sister, Madison, helped him write a note to the Tooth Fairy explaining the situation. The Tooth Fairy left a dollar and took the note. His second tooth was hanging by a thread. Grandma Marilyn gave him a little help with that one. But James told me he was saving it so he could show his mom and dad when they got home. He sounded so proud. Too cute.

So aren't gas prices supposed to sky rocket for Memorial Day weekend? Well, here they didn't. The cheapest I saw was $2.25 a gallon--and that is cheap for California. Normal is about $2.50 or $2.60.

You gather very quickly in this area that most people are liberal. I was telling our friend Eric recently that I hadn't yet seen one pro Bush bumper sticker. Eric said he had seen a few. But he lives in an area where people are a little more fuu-fuu (aka are loaded with cash). Anyway, when Curt and I came home Monday evening we were parking and a truck passed by with a Bush/Cheney bumper sticker. I couldn't believe. The first one I have seen since living here (almost three months).