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  • Wednesday, February 28, 2007

    As You Can See...

    Tuesday, February 27, 2007

    Mr. Charming...

    We had our meeting with the Early Intervention intake coordinator (Nicole) this afternoon and I answered many, many questions. Everything from Jack's birth to the present was covered.

    Let's just say that Jack put on quite a show for our guest. He pulled all his tricks out of his hat and wowed her. He was Mr. Personality to the nth degree. He smiled, laughed, ran around like a crazy man, played with Livie, stacked, threw his toys around, hummed the ABC's, and he seemed to really get along with Nicole. He even touched her face, approached her several times, smiled at her, and showed off as much as he could.

    And then he did two things he's never done before; he waved and said, "bye" when she left. how come I leave every single day and I've tried everything to get him to do that for me and he never has. A perfect stranger comes into the house, watches him play, and talks to his Mommy and he's smitten enough to do that for her?! Men!

    I asked her for her honest opinion about whether she thought he was autistic or not, since that's my biggest worry. She told me that IF he was, he'd be very, very high functioning, but she doubts he is at all. She said he may have Sensory Integration Disorder. That means he has trouble processing all the info he receives and he feels his best when he's running around like a madman, being active. The humming and spinning could be something he does out of boredom.

    I'm not crossing autism off the list that quickly, however. She's not a trained therapist, but she has experience with all the kids she deals with, so I can only hope she's right. In a few weeks, an occupational therapist, a speech pathologist, and a developmental therapist will come out and assess Jack and we'll take it from there.

    For right now, I'll just thank my lucky stars I started the ball rolling in the right direction for my boy. That's what a Mom's supposed to do, right?

    Right now, I'm off to look up all the information I can about Sensory Integration Disorder. I've got some learning to do.

    Monday, February 26, 2007

    I Feel Sick...

    My stomach is a bundle of nerves. It's hard to eat, sleep, and be happy, in general.

    Jack's intake interview for the state's Early Intervention program (Child and Family Connections) is Tuesday afternoon. I'm scared. I probably won't know anymore then than I do now, since it's only an intake interview. It's not like the speech pathologist will be coming that day.

    Still, I'm worried. And, frankly, I'm a basket case. I see so many signs that point to autism and so many signs that don't. I just don't know what to think anymore. I'm hoping for answers. I don't know what I'll get and it scares me. I've read half a dozen books on autism and my head is a jumbled mess.

    I don't want my little boy to be autistic...not even a high-functioning autistic. No matter how you look at it, autistic is autistic. I don't want him to be PDD, or PDD-NOS, or anything but developmentally normal. Being a teacher, I know the stigma attached to autistics by other kids, teachers, and parents. It's a long, rough road that can only be paved with love and dedication. People that are ignorant of what autism is just don't get it.

    Is it wrong for me to feel that way? Is it wrong for me to dread that it's anything more than a speech delay? Is it wrong for me to wonder what his future will be like and if he'll ever be independent or what will happen to him when I'm gone? Will he be able to take care of himself? Will Livie have to take care of him? Will he ever know love?

    Will he ever call me Mommy?

    While he is speaking more intelligible words lately than he ever has his entire life, I'm still very, very concerned. Something just isn't jiving. What if my instincts are correct? What do I do then?

    I cry often. However, when another word escapes his lips and he knows and understands the meaning of it, my day is sunnier. When he can say that word in the proper context a day later, I'm ecstatic. And that's been happening daily for the past week and a half. That doesn't mean he won't forget it next week, though. And then we're back to square one.

    I have to keep reminding myself that he's Jack and he's perfect just the way he is. He's personality plus and he's still a baby and will always be my baby. There's nothing wrong with him; he is who he is. Ever since he came into my life, my life has been better. So, I'm really glad whatever is going on with him, we're catching it while he's still little. That gives me hope.

    I'm so scared, though. And I don't know what the future holds for us. And I just don't know where to put my feelings.

    Sunday, February 25, 2007

    Nowhere To Be...

    The weather here is just awful. Ten inches of snow is expected here, accompanied by freezing rain, sleet, and thunderstorms. I've got nowhere to be, so I'm staying in. It's downright dangerous out there.

    My Mom, however, is visiting My Sister in Kansas and is scheduled to fly home this morning. I'm not sure if her flight will be delayed, cancelled, or on-time. With the weather here, anything is possible.

    I hope it's warmer and sunnier where you are. Sigh...

    P.S. Happy Birthday, Bill! You don't look a day over thirty!

    Saturday, February 24, 2007

    Being Prepared...

    Many women are afraid of their first mammogram, but there is no need to worry. By taking a few minutes each day for a week preceding the exam and doing the following exercises, you will be totally prepared for the test and best of all, you can do these simple exercises right in and around your home.


    Open your refrigerator door and insert one breast in door. Shut the door as hard as possible and lean on the door for good measure.

    Hold that position for five seconds. Repeat again in case the first time wasn't effective enough.


    Visit your garage at 3AM when the temperature of the cement floor is just perfect. Take off all your clothes and lie comfortably on the floor with one breast wedged under the rear tire of the car. Ask a friend to slowly back the car up until your breast is sufficiently flattened and chilled. Turn over and repeat with the other breast.


    Freeze two metal bookends overnight. Strip to the waist. Invite a stranger into the room. Press the bookends against one of your breasts.

    Smash the bookends together as hard as you can. Set up an appointment with the stranger to meet next year and do it again.


    Friday, February 23, 2007


    For the last week and a half, I have been worried sick about Baby Jack. His lack of speech scares the shit out of me and his quirky mannerisms (that's for another post entirely) have made me read a half dozen books on autism over this past weekend. While he understands every single word we say, can carry out multistep commands, and is a social butterfly, I have still been banging my head against the wall with the "what if's."

    And then yesterday happened.

    He became a chatterbox. Everything he encountered had a name that he would try to say. That doesn't mean everything he said was correct or perfect, but it's the most I've ever seen him try. He would run up to objects in the house, put his hand on them, as if he was asking me what it was called. So, I told him the names of everything he touched and I swear the boy woke up. He pointed to all the pictures of family I have on our walls and I'd tell him who they were. He suddenly stopped at My Gram's picture and looked at it for several seconds and gave her his famous "snarky face;" that's something he does when he likes you. He scrunches up his face and smiles with his eyes all squinty. It was as if he was saying hello to her.

    He's trying so hard to say "wall," and "table," and "beep" (that's what I call the microwave because he plays with the buttons all the time; I'm just trying to keep things fairly simple to start out). He touched the front door, looked at me, and said, "door." I nearly died. He started climbing on a particular toy and he looked at me and said, "uh-oh." He threw his food across the table and before he did it, he looked at me and said, "no," exactly the way I would've said it, as if imitating me.

    While reading a bedtime story, without provocation, he pointed to a picture of the moon and said, "moon." And then he looked up into my eyes and said, "Mama."

    WTF? Did the speech part of his brain just wake up or am I wishfully thinking? This past week has been such an emotional roller coaster for me. I go back and forth between complete happiness and ultimate fear. And NOW he decides to speak. While it's just the tip of the iceberg, the very beginning, it is more than what he had before and I'm grateful I was there to hear it.

    I'm not denying there's a speech delay. I'm not even going to convince myself it's not autism or PDD; there's still much to be explained and evaluated. I'm just going to be grateful that his voice is music to my ears. And that Baby Jack is perfect to me, no matter what.

    When I let the dog out last night, I could've sworn I saw My Gram in my yard. It makes me wonder what role she has in Baby Jack suddenly speaking. What are the odds?

    Thursday, February 22, 2007

    Bullet The Blue Sky...

    *The taxes are done. Were you able to hear my sigh of relief from where you live? What a difference another dependent makes!

    *Baby Liv may be less interested in and/or more distracted during nursing, but she's going to have to cut my boobs off to keep me from trying. Heh...

    *Baby Jack is becoming so much more vocal lately. He's got a speech delay working against him and we're hoping it's not much more than that. Let's just say we'll cross that bridge when we get there. This has been bothering me a lot, so it feels kinda good to let it out here right now. He's a quirky kid, so it's hard to tell if it's more than just a speech delay. He is being evaluated by the state on Monday, so we'll know more about how to deal with this then. Keep your fingers crossed that he's just taking his time and that there truly is nothing to worry about. I won't rest until I know and it could be a long time before that happens.

    *I'm so fed up with the media coverage/frenzy regarding Anna Nicole Smith and Britney Spears. Bury the former next to her son and give the baby to the state to raise in foster care and be done with it. That child needs normal people in her life and she won't get it with all these idiots fighting over her. And take the latter's kids away from her before she really fucks them up for life. She's entirely unfit. That's my two cents.

    *I have a question: Why do Fritos taste so good when you have your period? I swear I could eat a whole family-sized bag!

    *Baby Liv refuses to crawl. She'd rather roll around the floor to get where she wants to go. And she pivots on her belly and rolls around some more...all the time. She loves standing and she loves pulling herself closer to stuff, but she just won't crawl. And she won't shut up. She babbles emphatically...NONSTOP. Her and Baby Jack are like night and day. I can't get one to be quiet and I can't get the other one to speak. Go figure.

    *Hubby's digging the new job. It was a smart decision. He's not an early bird, but he's adjusting well. Some days he works 6am-4pm, others are 12pm-9pm. It takes him about an hour to get home, too. It could be worse. With the last job, he never got to see the kids unless it was his day off. That's how bad the hours were. At least now he gets to spend time with the babies before or after work. That's always a plus! They miss him when he's not there.

    *I truly am very concerned about my little boy. I worry about a million things and the waiting is the hardest part for me, in addition to just not knowing how to help him. I wish I could know more sooner so that I could do more therapeutic work with him. He's getting better at speaking, though. That counts, doesn't it? In just one week, he's added several more words to his repertoire. And it took forever to get him there. I had a dream the other night that Baby Jack came up to me and asked me, "What's this?" And I cried. Indicative maybe? I just want my little boy to be able to communicate his needs effectively. I also worry about anything that has to do with him and his future. I can't help it; I'm the Mama.

    And that's what's going on here these days. Sigh...

    Wednesday, February 21, 2007

    The Beginning Of The End?...

    I think Baby Liv is slowly weaning herself from breastfeeding. She's just not as interested as she was before. And she doesn't nurse as long when she does nurse. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was trying to wean. Sigh... I'm not so sure it's about the teething, either. She's better about that; she simply would rather do something else lately. I'm sad about it.

    She'll be drinking whole milk in another month and a half anyway, but that doesn't make me miss it any less. I soooooo miss those close moments. Now, she's so distracted. The only time I can get her to nurse efficiently is in the middle of the night (IF she wakes up; I never thought I'd say that "IF" part) and early in the morning before anyone else is up. Although the early morning session isn't nearly as long as it once was. I've been in denial about it for the last few weeks, but the writing is on the wall, I fear. It makes me sad, as if I could get any sadder these days.

    So, I guess this is the beginning of the end of the wonderful breastfeeding relationship I have with my daughter. I have to follow her lead, though. And it couldn't have come at a worse time. It's just one more thing on my list of things to be upset about.


    Tuesday, February 20, 2007

    Have You Caught On?...

    Many of you know that I work during the day. Many of you also may have noticed that I write the next day's post the evening before, since I shouldn't be posting from work. It's easy for me to do it once the kids go to bed. And I always have the post stamped with the same time, 6:00am.

    I think you've caught on. Really, I do.

    Am I clever or neurotic? That's the $60,000 question. I think it's a little of both. Heh...

    Monday, February 19, 2007

    How Smart Is Your Right Foot?...

    A friend of mine sent this little quiz to me in my email and I am perplexed. Why does this happen?

    Just try this. It is from an orthopedic surgeon. This will boggle your mind and you will keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but you can't. It's preprogrammed in your brain!

    1. WITHOUT anyone watching you (they will think you are GOOFY) and while sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.

    2. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction.

    I told you so! And there's nothing you can do about it!

    You and I both know how stupid it is, but before the day is done you are going to try it again, if you've not already done so!

    I think I've done this six times already and my foot keeps changing direction. Aaarrrggghhh!

    Sunday, February 18, 2007


    Britney Spears has either had a bad case of lice or she's just had a major mental meltdown. What would possess her to shave her head? I saw other pictures and she looks like she's about to crack, if she hasn't already.
    I wish I had put her on my Dead Pool list. Shit!

    Saturday, February 17, 2007


    For me, nothing takes the stress away more than some stupid English language stuff. It's the nerd in me. Sorry. Here are a few of my favorite malapropisms*:

    - He's a wolf in cheap clothing.
    - It was a case of love at Versailles.
    - He's got one of those sight-seeing dogs.
    - In Algiers, they spend most of their time at the cash bar.
    - My sister has extra-century perception.
    - A fool and his money are some party.
    - All's fear in love and war.
    - Nip it in the butt.
    - Some viruses can lie doormat for years.
    - To each his zone.
    - Michelangelo painted the Sixteenth Chapel.
    - No more negotiating - it's a dumb deal.
    - It's a long road to hold.
    - All I want from you kids is a little piece of quiet.

    *For those who might not know, a malapropism is a verbal blunder in
    which one word is replaced by another similar in sound but different in

    Do you have any you'd like to share? I love these things.

    Friday, February 16, 2007

    Of All The Places...

    Yes, something is of great concern to me right now and I don't feel like making it public here. I just don't want to do it. And that's okay because this is my blog. It's my right. Only a handful of people know and that's okay with me because I chose them.

    Everything doesn't have to be posted all the time and I know that. This is just a sensitive issue right now. If and when it gets resolved and I feel so inclined to share it, I will. Until then, the answer is, "No. I'm definitely not pregnant and thank God!" That's not even close to what is bugging me.

    Many people have left comments or sent emails about my cryptic post from a few days ago and I appreciate your concern. However, sometimes you have to keep things under lock and key because you only want to share it with those you choose to share it with. It's not that I'm ungrateful for having readers. I just can't bring myself to let it all out here...of all places.

    This time, I feel the one place where I could truly vent and rant and rave and air my soul is not a source of comfort or relief right now. I may decide to post about my situation in the future, but right now it's under wraps.

    And I know you understand. If you didn't, you wouldn't be here.

    Thanks again for the concern. It helps to know that I am not alone. Just know that I'm doing everything in my power to remedy the situation and that it will get better in the future. It has to because I truly believe it will. And maybe it's not as bad as I think it is. And maybe it won't be long before it's fixed. Then again, my mind plays tricks on me and it scares me sometimes. For that reason, I have to stop and breathe often.

    It's going to be okay, though. If not today, someday.

    Thursday, February 15, 2007

    Need A Hand?...

    "Yup. This one has all its fingers, Mom."

    "What am I supposed to do with this, Mom?"

    Do you think they'll be traumatized by this? Heh...

    Wednesday, February 14, 2007

    Love Is All We Need...

    We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.
    --Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

    Tuesday, February 13, 2007


    My mind is racing and I can't seem to concentrate today, nor will I be able to for a while. And I don't really want to post about it at all.

    I will, however, be completely consumed with what's preoccupying my head until I can get clear, definite proof that my fears are unsubstantiated.

    And that's all I have to say about that.

    Monday, February 12, 2007

    Baby Jack's Birthday Party...

    We had a birthday party for Baby Jack on Sunday and all turned out very well. He was a happy camper. One thing I've noticed, however, is that there's always some way the cake gets fucked up every time we order it. And it always has to do with the writing on it, so next year, I'm writing my own "Happy Birthday, Jack" on it. Last year, the guy who wrote "Happy Birthday, Jack" probably had the DT's when he was doing it. It looked awful. This year, they fucked up his name. See below, case in point.

    Since when the hell have I ever called him, "Jack Boy?" Hubby didn't tell them to write that, either. They just did. I was pissed about it, so I did what any good mother would've done.

    I used the toothpicks on the right to take the "Boy" off the cake and then I put sprinkles on it. That's where we wound up putting the #2, anyway. After I fixed the cake, you couldn't even tell there was ever a blunder.

    Here's Baby Jack with my niece, Blondie. Sadly, there are no pictures of me actually at his birthday party because I always seem to be the one taking the pictures. Sigh...

    Here's Jack going after the cake with his right hand, unsure of what to do. He was hesitant, at first.

    Here he is attacking it with his left hand.

    I think he got the hang of it quickly. This is what you're supposed do with your birthday cake, Jack.

    This is the aftermath of his fists.
    There were so many other pictures I could post, but these caught my eye right away. It was a good time; I just wish everyone I wanted could've been there.
    Baby Jack did a great job! Hopefully, he'll do fine later this morning, as well. He has his two-year check-up at the doctor's office and Baby Liv will get the second half of her flu shot, too. It should be a fun day.
    Hubby also has his first day of work at the new job today.
    Keep your fingers crossed!

    Sunday, February 11, 2007

    $1,200 Later...

    ...and I have a new garage door, total assembly and all, with the cool laser lights at the bottom to prevent the door from closing on any wayward dogs or toddlers. Why did we get it? Um, that would be because it broke...buckled like the letter "M." Why? Hellifino.

    But, boy, that was an expense we just didn't need right now. I'm so glad Hubby starts the new job on Monday.

    I guess I better do my taxes. I'm gonna need that refund. Thank goodness we've got another tax deduction! Hooray for babies! And hooray for garage door services who come out and work when the temperature is in the single digits!

    Saturday, February 10, 2007

    Happy Birthday, Dad!...

    Today is my Dad's 66th birthday! We're going to go to my parents' house to celebrate it today and we're going to have Baby Jack's birthday party at our house tomorrow.

    I love you, Dad! I hope your day is wonderful! You deserve it!

    Friday, February 09, 2007

    When It's Okay To Use The "F" Word...

    Holy shit! I would die if this happened to me. Heh...

    Thursday, February 08, 2007

    Happy Birthday, Baby Jack!...

    I can't believe you're two years old today! It seems like only yesterday when you came into my life. I still remember the day I found out you were on your way. And I don't even remember my life before you came into it. It's so much fuller now.
    Every day is exciting with you. I love you, no matter how many tantrums you throw. I love you, no matter how much you choose not to eat. I love you all the way to the moon and back, Little Nutbrown Hare.
    You've been such a wonderful addition to this family. Every day you're here is a good day for me. You're a great Big Brother to Baby Liv. It's a birthday for her today, too. She's ten months old today. It's an all-around great day.
    You're so smart and so agile. You have rhythm and you sing at a perfect pitch. You don't like to talk, but that's okay with me. Screaming is a form of talking, isn't it? You have one helluva throwing arm. You can do somersaults and you're a whiz at swimming in the dog's water bowl. You call me, "Mamama." You spin in circles endlessly and you don't fall down from it. You can stack twenty blocks or more. And you grab your penis and say, "Pee," when you're peeing in your diaper.
    You go through phases with food. One day you like something and the next day you don't. It's the beauty of toddlerhood. You aren't crazy about Java, either. If you give her your snack, you get angry with her when she eats it. You still get upset when Papa leaves the room. And you always put on a show for your Grandmas when you see them. You bust out all your tricks and then you take a great nap because you're worn out from being "on stage."
    You melt my heart, Baby Jack. You make me soft. You have broken my outer shell and have made me think. You have given me so much love and hope for the future. You have made me a better person.
    I love you, Baby Jack! I still can't believe you're two years old now. It seems like I just brought you home from the hospital only hours ago. Where did that time go? And when have I ever had so much fun? Thank you for coming into my life at the perfect time.

    Wednesday, February 07, 2007

    Beating The System...

    I'd laugh if this cartoon wasn't so brutally true.
    Five million of our older Americans have not signed up yet for their
    Medicare, Part D drug plan------they are old and confused.

    We are NOT going to grant them an extension.

    However, twelve million illegal aliens are in our country and we are
    going to allow them to stay, protest, procreate, receive support
    monies, attend schools, avoid paying income taxes, have our
    teachers take three hundred hours of ESL (English as a Second Language) training at our expense, etc.


    Don't forget to pay your taxes......

    twelve million illegal aliens are depending on you!

    Tuesday, February 06, 2007

    Can You Hear My Teeth Chattering?...


    For those of you who don't follow the weather reports, it's fucking freezing here in Chicago. I woke up yesterday morning and it was -8 degrees outside with a wind chill at a -30 degrees. Did they close the schools? Hell no!

    I put the news on the television and waited for reports of school closings. And waited. And waited. Yeah, most of the suburban and parochial schools were closed, but not us. Drats!

    So, I got into my car and remembered that our garage door doesn't work because of the cold. And there's something wrong with the track. So, I had to manually lift it up because it only goes up so much (two inches) before it stops. Just the thing I want to do when the temperature outside is beyond frigid.

    I get to work and realize that the heat in my classroom doesn't work. And it didn't work all day long. I spent half the day in my coat, hat, scarf, and gloves before they moved me to a room that actually had working heat. I still kept my hat and scarf on. And it won't be fixed today, either. And the temperature outside is still be the same. Fuck!

    Now, I'm chilled to the bone. When I went home yesterday, I immediately put on warm jammies, warm slippers, and a fuzzy robe. And I was still cold.

    This weather isn't even for the birds. They're smart enough to go south. Today, I wish I was a bird in Florida. Anywhere is better than here right now.


    I guess it could be worse, right? Two years ago today, I was in the hospital being induced to deliver Baby Jack, who didn't show up until I had a C-section after 48 hours of labor. I still can't believe he's going to be two years old in two days. One year ago today, I'd realized that my driver's license had expired and I'd been driving on an invalid license for a week. I'd blamed it on the pregnancy hormones from Baby Liv that made me scatterbrained! How time flies when you're making babies!

    I must say that, right now, I'd much rather be driving on an expired license and having a C-section while I'm driving than enduring the "cold snap" we're having. What does that tell you?

    Monday, February 05, 2007

    Now THAT'S A Shitty Job...


    Sunday, February 04, 2007

    The Big Day...

    Yes, today is the Super Bowl and the Chicago Bears are playing in it, but that's not what I mean by the title of today's post.

    Hubby and I are celebrating our eighth wedding anniversary today. At 11:30am, eight years ago, we were married on top of a waterfall in Maui. I had just turned twenty-seven. We were barefoot; I wore orchids in my hair; and my dress cost less than his shirt did. The temperature was in the low eighties and it was just the two of us.

    And I have no regrets, nor would I ever change the way we did things. I wish more people eloped. The romance of it all still makes me sentimental about it.

    We met when we were both twenty years old, in a physics class, where I knew right away he was the one, without even hearing his voice. I saw him and I just knew. One apartment, one house, two dogs, four cars, and two babies later, we're still crazy about each other.

    I have known my husband for fifteen years. That's a little less than half of my life. And I wouldn't change my life for anything.

    I love you, Hubby! I love you all the way to the moon and back!

    P.S. Baby Liv cut her first tooth yesterday. It's the bottom left tooth of the two in the middle. Sigh...

    Saturday, February 03, 2007

    A Big Storm Heading Toward Florida...


    Friday, February 02, 2007

    41 Things...

    In honor of the Chicago Bears going to Super Bowl 41, here are 41 things that have changed from the last time the Chicago Bears played in the Super Bowl (which was Super Bowl 20 in 1986):

    1. Brian Urlacher was in 2nd grade. Rex Grossman was in kindergarten.

    2. Peyton Manning was 10 years old. Eli Manning was 5 years old. Their dad, Archie, had just retired from the NFL two years earlier.

    3. Lovie Smith was in his first college coaching job at University of Tulsa.
    4. Ronald Reagan was the President, and Harold Washington was the Mayor. James R. Thompson was the Governor running for re-election and his office was in the new State of Illinois Center, which is now called the James R. Thompson Center.

    5. George W. Bush was 39 years old and still drinking. His father would run for President two years later.

    6. Rod Blagojevich was just out of law school and was a low-level prosecutor working for the Cook County State's Attorney, Richard M. Daley.

    7. Barack Obama had just moved to Illinois, and Osama bin Laden was fighting the Soviets in Afghanistan.

    8. Red Grange and Sid Luckman were still alive.

    9. The Colts had just moved to Indianapolis from Baltimore and were the doormat of the AFC EAST. The Bears were the champions of the NFC CENTRAL.

    10. Property in Wicker Park and Bucktown was cheap because they were really bad neighborhoods.

    11. CD players, cellular phones, and fax machines were expensive, cutting-edge technology and only a few people used them.

    12. "Surfing the net" meant a volleyball game at the beach, and virtually no one used the "@" key on their TYPEWRITER.

    13. Sam Walton was still alive and was wealthier than Bill Gates. Windows were panes of glass...not a computer operating system that was a pain in something that rhymes with glass.

    14. The Soviet Union was our main enemy, and Saddam Hussein was our ally.

    15. There were no lights at Wrigley Field, and the oldest park in baseball belonged to the White Sox.

    16. Michael Jordan and Ozzie Guillen had just finished their "Rookie of the Year" seasons. Jordan's coach was Stan Albeck and Guillen's manager was Tony LaRussa. (Three out of four of those guys are now wearing championship rings, but whatever happened to Stan Albeck???)

    17. Soldier Field had AstroTurf. The Houston Oilers played in the AstroDome.

    18. The Fox TV Network didn't exist, and ESPN had yet to air a single live pro football, baseball, or basketball game.

    19. MTV played music and so did some AM radio stations.

    20. Lindsay Lohan and Hilary Duff weren't born yet; Jackie Gleason and Richard Nixon were still alive.

    21. Hillary Clinton had dark hair and was the First Lady......of Arkansas!

    22. "The Love Boat" and "Diff'rent Strokes" were still on network TV every week.

    23. Martin Luther King Day was about to be celebrated as a National Holiday for the first time. "9-11" was a phone number many cities were just adopting for emergency calls - not a date of terror.

    24. I-88 was called "Illinois Rt. 5" and I-355 hadn't been built yet.

    25. What the CTA now calls "The Blue Line" had just been extended to O'Hare, and the Orange Line to Midway hadn't been built yet.

    26. Q101 played adult contemporary music and most teenagers listened to WLS. Music from the 70s and 80s wasn't "retro" yet.

    27. Tiger Woods hadn't won an amateur golf tournament yet.

    28. Most people knew Seattle just as a city in the Northwest U.S. - not the home of grunge or Starbucks.

    29. Only Southerners went to NASCAR races and only Northerners went to NHL games.

    30. The Chicago area had no Wal-Marts, Targets or Home Depots, and Walgreen's was only in the Midwest.

    31. Depending on your bank, your ATM card was good at only "Cash Station" machines or only at "Money Network" machines, but there were no fees.

    32. "The Phone Company" was Illinois Bell.

    33. They still sold leaded gasoline and you couldn't pay for your gas at the pump.

    34. Discover Card hadn't been discovered yet, and Miller Genuine Draft hadn't been brewed yet.

    35. Stereo TVs were the rage that HDTVs are now. 8-track tapes were still being made.

    36. All of the Blockbuster Video stores that are now closing hadn't opened yet. Betamax was still competing with VHS.

    37. You paid cash for your groceries and fast food, and you used a travel agent to book airline flights.

    38. Bowl games didn't have corporate sponsors, and if the #1 ranked team was in a conference that played in one bowl game and the #2 ranked team was in a conference that played in another bowl game, then so be it! They let the sportswriters vote on the national champion. (and no college football games were played after New Year's Day).

    39. The Baltimore Ravens were the Cleveland Browns. The Tennessee Titans were the Houston Oilers. The Oakland Raiders were the Los Angeles Raiders that had just left Oakland. The Arizona Cardinals (the former Phoenix Cardinals) were the St. Louis Cardinals, and the St. Louis Rams were the Los Angeles Rams. The Jacksonville Jaguars, Carolina Panthers, Houston Texans, and the Cleveland Browns (not to be confused with the Cleveland Browns that are now the Baltimore Ravens) didn't exist. The Seattle Seahawks (last year's NFC Champions) played in the AFC.

    40. Number 9 on the Bears was their Punky QB...not their perky field goal kicker.

    41. There were no iPods - just Sony Walkmen - so if you said something about a "shuffle" on your Walkman, they assumed you were listening to "The Super Bowl Shuffle" and one thing that will be the same from the Chicago Bears last Super Bowl appearance.....


    Thursday, February 01, 2007

    A Friend Is Like A Good Bra...

    ...hard to find,
    ...always lifts you up,
    ...never lets you down or leaves you hanging,
    ...and is always close to your heart!