My Tunes

Yesterday I loaded Harlan Coben’s latest book to Gordo’s iPad. So before I went to bed last night … I made sure that the battery was completely charged and both iPad and stylus pen were set right next to his chair in case he wanted to read during the night … which he often does.
This morning I heard music blaring from his room. More specifically Aerosmith’s “Last Child”. Fumbling around in his dark room ... I finally found the source … it was the iPad. Turned it off and asked dad what the heck happened.
“Pooker Annie … I know you wanted me to read that Coben book … but none of the music fit the plot of the story.”
He had evidently touched my iTunes icon. But rather than getting into that conversation … I thought it best to say … “Well … today you can read it without the background music.”
“Oh good … I liked the country western music … but it made it hard to concentrate on the book”.
God only knows what songs he heard last night … but it’s nice to know that at least he likes my taste in country music. LOL

Big Mistake!

Guess who is the oldest Justin Timberlake fan? Yup … Gordo. He thinks he is fabulous. So it came as no surprise when he clipped out an ad from Target regarding his new CD. Well I finally bought it yesterday after explaining over and over that it was not a DVD … so all he could do was listen. My sister was over … getting him set up for his afternoon nap and he insisted on listening to his new CD. So she tucked him in, put on his headset and left.

30 minutes later I get the ole … “Pooker Annie!” I went to his room and he asked me to turn the music off. I asked … “It’s hard to sleep with music blaring in your ears isn’t it?” He snaps back … “It would be just fine … if he could sing. No wonder it only cost 12.99!” Next time would you get the kind of CD I can watch on TV?”

“Sure Dad”

Ironic … that Timberlake’s latest CD is called the 20/20 experience. BIG MISTAKE!

So Let it Be Done!

This morning Gordo tells me “ Pooker Annie … I have an announcement to make to all my descendants!"
Thinking … I can’t wait to hear this one … so I just asked him what he would like to say.
“All of my family … a long time from now … must promise to take care of Mikey (my hubby), as he has no blood descendants of his own and he is a wonderful man.”
“Awe ... that is sweet Dad … but no worries. My children will always be there for Michael.” 
He is getting more serious and states … “I still want to tell them myself … since I am the monarch of the family.”
“Yes you are and that is a great idea … they will be here this weekend for your birthday party and you can tell them then”.
A simple reply … “Good!” … Then he was back to his newspaper.
So let it be written,so let it be done.
Have a great day my friends.

Wacky World

11:30 last night my cell phone rang. Yup… it was Gordo. 
Given last week’s events … my heart started pounding. Oh please God don’t let him be sick. So I ran down the stairs and he was lying in bed. 
“Pooker Annie … my throat is so dry” … “Well Dad there is a huge cup of water next to you”. He looks at me as though I’m crazy and barks … “There’s no ice in that cup! I’m not completely senile yet!”
I had to smile. “No Dad … you’re not”.
Got ice in his cup and returned to his bed. After a long sip … I told him I loved him … to which he replied … “I know … you show me every day.”
Oh to be on my way back to our normal wacky world.
Thanks God!

Happy 83rd!

This has been a very difficult week for our family and friends. Thanks to all for the prayers, kind words, donations and well wishes. 
On a lighter note … our “Energizer Bunny … keeps going and going. Although we had a brief scare on Wednesday, as Gordo had to be taken to the emergency room. Thank God for my sister Liz … who stepped in and got him there. 
Now he is home … yapping away and singing.
So today … we celebrate life!
Happy 83rd birthday Gordo!

A "Must" Read

I just finished reading a fabulous novel. It was so good that I bought the Kindle version for Gordo’s iPad and insisted he read it too.
We both concur that it’s a “must” read.
“The Crimson Petal and the White” by Michel Faber
Who needs the New York Times’ Book Review … when you have Gordo and Pooker Annie?
Stay tuned for our next review.

Twilight Zone

Gordo is hardly ever in a bad mood, but yesterday was an exception.
He woke me up …claiming his catheter was leaking like a sieve. So I went running down the stairs and into his room. Checked and … yes there was some leakage.
I assured him that he was leaking slightly, but it was hardly a sieve. He then barked back at me “I guess it depends on ones’ definition of a sieve!” “Dad … the point is that it is not an emergency and I will call your nurse at 8am and have her come out and fix it.” He’s obviously put out with my lack of “caring” and says … “Well Pooker Annie … I guess I have no choice … do I?” “Well dad … the only alternative is going to the hospital … as it is 4am!”
OK … thinking this conversation is over … I cover him back up … kiss his head and start to leave the room… when he shouts out … “I bet if you called Cheryl Clark Franke … she’d come right now! … OMG! “Dad … she is your foot doctor!” And with that … his only comment was …” maybe so … but she WOULD come straight over!”
His nurse did come at 9am and fix him up … but he was snippy with her too.
OK … what to do with a cranky 82 year old. I know … I’ll rent Breaking Dawn part 2. The last movie of the Twilight series and he has read all the books. Think this idea will delight him? He (seriously) looks at me and states …” I’ll only watch it if Bella ends up with the hunky stud werewolf (aka Jacob).”
Folks at this point …I am at the end of my rope and yell at him … “I can’t change the ending of a movie! Do you want to watch the damned thing or not?” … his only reply … “Yes and while you’re out … will you get me a chocolate bar?”
Needless to say … the rest of the day went well … and yes… I got him the darn chocolate!

Bella's not the only one in the "Twilight" zone!

True That!

What week for Pooker Annie! I got my first EVER tooth ache about 10 days ago.
After day 3 … it was quite clear that … I would (begrudgingly) have to go to the dentist. So last Sunday I stopped into one of those mega dentist facilities because it is the only day off I have from watching Gordo and they were open.
Of course I got the big lecture about taking better care of my teeth …blah, blah, blah and the doc determined that a root canal was in order. So I scheduled an appt. for Wednesday. He assured me that I’d be in and out with 2 hours, as he knew I can’t leave Dad home alone for long.
Wednesday came … I sat and sat and sat. Bottom line is that the dentist hadn't even arrived yet. I got so pissed off that I burst into tears (plus my face felt like it was sliding off with pain). They must have thought I was insane. So I left.
After regaining my composure … I rescheduled for Sunday (yesterday).
Guess what? It’s a new dentist! At this point I wouldn't have cared if the janitor took out pliers.
New doctor looks at my x-rays … then my tooth and announces that I do not need a root canal … that it is just one problematic wisdom tooth.
She numbs me up and the whole ordeal was over within 10 minutes.
Best part … still no pain.


P.S. Gordo's only comment ... "If you had dentures ... you wouldn't have these issues".
True that ...LOL

Oh he makes me smile!

Gordo’s in rare form this morning. He emerged from the bathroom singing some show tune about good ole New England as he very carefully scooted his walker towards his chair. Then he stops and shakes his “bootie”.

I exclaimed … wow dad you must be feeling good today!

He says … “Pooker Annie … I could run if I really wanted too … but … why drain the battery in my pacemaker?”

LOL  … Oh ... he makes me smile!

Have a super weekend my friends.