Archive through December 31, 2003
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Herckleperckle | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 08:09 am     Right now, LOL at the Tess - Adven relationship discussion. Wouldn't surprise me a bit, though! And right now, thanks, Grannie, for asking. I'm much better, thanks! (I was sick, I think, because I was too lazy to pick up my Effexor for 2 days --got very dizzy and out of sorts--so finally went and picked them up. Then I stupidly took one on an empty stomach. Won't do that again!) And right now, wishing everyone a safe New Year's Eve and peaceful and happy 2004!! Dare I post a gif here?
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Denecee | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 08:16 am     Right now, I want to wish everybody here at TVclubhouse a big HAPPY NEW YEAR! I'm doing closing so I probably won't post much today. Everybody be safe! |
Juju2bigdog | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 08:33 am     Right now I am wondering if Wink realizes saying "Newark airport" to me is like waving a red flag in front of a bull? Right now I am also thinking that parakeets and cats is not a good pet combination. Seems like you should have one OR the other, and that it is only a matter of time before you DO end up with one or the other. Uhhhhhhhhh, Suits? Got any friends who might like a parakeet? While it is still alive? |
Fluff | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 09:21 am     Right now, I'm wondering how I should spend the evening. |
Wink | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 09:36 am     Sorry Juju. Brain fart.  |
Hippyt | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 09:45 am     Right now,Here's a Luther update: PHILADELPHIA -- "Want to see another one?" Mary Ida Vandross asks, her eyes twinkling. There's a fine line between sharing and overkill, and she knows she is close to straddling it. April Saul / Philadelphia Inquirer Mary Vandross has visited her son, singer Luther Vandross, two or three times a week since he suffered a stroke more than eight months ago. She can't help herself. Sitting in the living room of her memento-filled luxury apartment, she wants you to see Luther Vandross at his vivacious best, full of life, animated and funny, so she risks suggesting watching yet another video. She wants you to hear her son's voice, the polish that made him the unparalleled superstar of rhythm-and-blues for 20 years until a near-fatal stroke silenced it. Here it is eight months later, and Luther Vandross is still not home. The 52-year-old singer lives in a rehabilitation center near New York, where he undergoes intensive physical therapy to relearn how to walk, occupational therapy to regain such daily tasks as dressing, and speech therapy to help him remember and focus. Mary Vandross -- Mrs. V. to new acquaintances, Lady V. or Momma Mary to friends -- lives with her sister, Helen Evans, and visits her son two to three times a week. Along with Carmen Romano, the star's business manager, and Max Szadek, his personal assistant, she has taken over her son's business affairs. At 80, she serves as his spokeswoman and overseer. Last month, despite chronic arthritis that causes her to walk with two canes, she traveled to Los Angeles to accept two American Music Awards on his behalf. This month he was nominated for five Grammys, including song of the year for Dance With My Father, and she has maintained a jam-packed interview schedule to keep her son in the public eye. "I believe God is going to restore him to health," declares Mrs. V., an ordained interdenominational minister. "These interviews are the least I can do for him, considering he has been taking care of me." It will be a long time before her son retakes the stage, she predicts now. But she adds that the goal is for him to attend the Grammys in Los Angeles on Feb. 8 to accept the awards she is sure he will win. And if Momma Mary can't escort him, Patti LaBelle promises, "I will take Luther to the Grammys." The singing star was on the phone from Atlantic City, where she was taping a PBS special two weeks ago. "Trust me," she says, "he will be there." LaBelle says that the last time she visited her close friend, in October, he sang with her. "It wasn't the strong Luther voice, but he was harmonizing with me." Szadek adds, "The music came back before he could talk, the words to his songs." Back at his mother's apartment, you stay to see the next video. Her niece Marty pops one in. It's BET's Profiles in Black, a one-hour documentary on the singer's career. Vandross lights up the TV screen, sartorially splendid in a green silk shirt. He is telling the interviewer that he was the youngest of four, the son of an upholsterer and a nurse, raised in the Alfred E. Smith projects in Lower Manhattan, at the base of the Brooklyn Bridge. He always loved to sing, he says. Smiling at her son's image, Mrs. V. interjects: "I used to have the Pokeno club over to my house, and I used to ask Ronnie to sing." Everyone in the family calls Vandross Ronnie, short for his middle name, Ronzoni, which his mother took from a box of pasta. "He'd ask me, `If I sing, can I have some potato chips?' And I'd say, `Sure.' " As Cedric the Entertainer likes to quip, you never knew which Luther would turn up at one of the singer's concerts -- "little Luther" or "big Luther." By his own account, the 6-foot-2 Vandross has lost and regained 100 pounds or more at least nine times. That yo-yoing is especially worrisome for someone like Luther, who is diabetic and has high blood pressure. It was big Luther who had the stroke. His mother's eyes mist as she watches Vandross tell of how he lost his father, Luther Sr., and all three of his siblings -- Anthony, Pat and Ann -- to complications of either diabetes or asthma before their 50th birthdays. The 2001 documentary on BET now seems like an omen. Before he got sick, Vandross was working nonstop. Not only was he gearing up to promote the Dance With My Father album, he was preparing to shoot the video for the title single and to go on tour, Szadek says. Vandross' concerts, famous for their themed showmanship, reflect the attention to detail and desire for quality he displays at home, where he favors the best -- onyx countertops, high-gloss mahogany furniture, Italian silk sheets. The parallel is part of the reputation Vandross worked hard to create: You go to a Luther concert, you get your money's worth. "If he wasn't a singer, he'd be an interior designer," his mother says. She waves her arms around the room. "Ronnie did all this." Her luxury apartment, in one of Philadelphia's historical buildings, is decorated elegantly in muted sands and almonds, with a dash of animal patterns. A backlit curio cabinet holds two glass pyramids -- Vandross' American Music Awards. A wall is adorned with photos. One is of Mrs. V. and President Bill Clinton at "some gala," another of Uncle Ronnie surrounded by his 12 great-nephews at his Los Angeles home. "We used to go out there every Christmas," his mother says. "We'd have all the family together. Ronnie used to say we looked like the Beverly Hillbillies!" This Christmas was a little less ambitious. Mrs. V. had hoped to spend the holiday with her son at his New York home. She was content to celebrate at the rehabilitation center. "I asked him if he wanted to come home, and he said yes, but there's so much to it. Do I risk taking him from the center and him getting pneumonia again? (Luther) is the only one I have left, and that burdens me. So I'm going to be patient." All she wanted for Christmas "is for my son to be recovered fully." But in reality, she already has a greater gift. "It's miraculous the way my son has come through," she says. "Losing all my children but one ... God has kept me mentally strong. God's blessings have really kept me going." |
Urgrace | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 10:14 am     Right now I'm thinking Juju was very lucky to go to the Newark airport. She may have had a much worse experience otherwise. |
Reader234 | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 12:56 pm     Thanks for the Luther update, I love that!! So swweet, and special, time to throw in the Luther CD!! Go Luther!! Right now I know my dad couldnt find the plastic bird seed skirt for his African Grey, he's looked everywhere, and his bird really was interested in DD guinea pigs! aaack!! Mak, I was watching Sydney's New Year too!! HAPPY NEW YEAR INDEED!! Dh wants to know if I'll be chattn at midnight, which would leave him free to do his favorite New year thing - listening to Pink Floyd while watching the Wizard of Oz... y'all already know we're weird right? *G |
Hippyt | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 01:06 pm     You're welcome Reader,I hope to see him attend the Grammy's. Right now,I just got back from spending some of my Home Depot gift certificates! Yeehaw!!!! I got a new hand vacuum,some storage boxes for my ornaments,some light bulbs,some paint,and vacuum cleaner bags. And,that's just the start! |
Herckleperckle | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 01:51 pm     Right now, my dh walked in with a surprise--a new DVD player with VCR and CD player, all combined! YAY!! Our VCR died on Christmas Eve and now we can finally play DVDs, too!! (And now I have no excuse for not using my exercise videos!!) |
Mamie316 | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 02:49 pm     Right now, I am sitting and taking a break from cleaning and cooking for our New Year's party. My dh says I don't seem too excited about it and I say well, I could be more excited if I didn't have to do all the shopping, all the cooking and all the cleaning! I think I need a drink now! |
Sillycalimomma | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 03:45 pm     Right now I am glad this is the last day of 2003. I woke up with my arm in pain and could not bend it-not to mention the leg pains that have haunted me since Disneyland.....then I got into a big ol fight with my brother....then my father!! If this is how I end 2003 so be it. Next year will be better, right? What a day...what a day....im ready to crawl back under the covers and call it quits.....who needs Dick CLark anyhow.... |
Tabbyking | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 03:52 pm     mamie, go ahead and start drinking. silly, you had better start, too. and herck, how exciting!! hippy, we have to talk fast and avert my husband's attention each time we go through a town with a home depot! i think when he passes away in 30 years and heaven is a home depot, he will be so happy! |
Lkunkel | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 04:39 pm     Right now, I'm contemplating venturing out to go to the store and bank before everything closes down for 12-to-24 hours. I've been dozing off and on today since DH had me up all last night since heaven forbid he suffer his illness in silence. |
Babyruth | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 05:04 pm     Right now, I'm at work but wanted to sneak in a HAPPY NEW YEAR! post to my friends here at TVCH!  |
Herckleperckle | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 06:17 pm     Right now, I am pleased to report to you all (and especially Grannie) that Herc's ear is fine! But . . . it's because I fussed and fussed with it last night--tooth marks on both hands to prove it. (I know it hurt terribly, so I forgave him.) This is rather gross, so don't read further if you get queasy: When I couldn't get an appt with the vet til the following day, I took matters in my own hands. Saw what was an infection starting. You know what that looks like, so I will refrain from graphic descriptions. I gave him baby aspirins every 6 hours, applied hot compresses, squeezed the gathering pus out, and pulled off a scab (supposed to heal from inside out, so scabs are a no-no). I know this is not what you want to read before you drink/munch tonight, so I apologize now!) Herc looked so much better this morning I almost canceled the appt. But decided with New Year's Day coming, I'd better not. Anyway, at Herc's appt this afternoon, the vet told me I handled it as he would have, doing everything exactly right! And he said that Herc's ear is now in perfect shape! Whew! (Dh and I had words about this last night. After the vet appt, I called dh, rubbed it in just a bit, and ended the call with a smallish raspberry!) |
Egbok | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 06:33 pm     Right now I'm facing east and throwing a huge big old RASPBERRY to Herckleperckle's DH...LOL!! HP...you did an excellent job with your boys' ear! |
Max | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 07:01 pm     Right now I'm wondering what to do with this batch of deviled eggs, big pot of chile, cornbread, and chocolate cake I made in anticipation of a couple of friends coming over tonight. Just got a call that they won't be here due to icy roads. Totally understandable (safety first!), but heck! Oh well, chile and goodies for me! Ellie will keep me company and I can watch the Iron Chef and Arrested Development marathons without missing anything.  |
Tabbyking | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 07:08 pm     poor max....do eat the eggs and freeze individual portions of the other things! it all sounds so wonderful. i'd come (and i'd bring a date) if you weren't so far north of me! |
Herckleperckle | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 07:26 pm     Right now, sending many, many thanks to Oscar's Mom! (Dh really deserves that larger dose of raspberries!!!) |
Herckleperckle | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 07:30 pm     And right now, also sending thanks to Tabbyking for the kind words. M--(love your real name!), dh has already connected the new device. Only problem, I should have insisted it be connected in my office! (I don't like football and am thinking of tomorrow!) |
Suitsmefine | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 08:25 pm     Right now...I'm telling Herckle that I nosed into your profile and discovered that we both have family photos under glass on our desks AND the desks are in our bedrooms!!!!LOL I love to sit and look at those wonderful faces, makes writing out those checks for bills alot more tolerable! |
Neko | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 08:26 pm     Right now, I'm in 2004!! Happy New Year!! Also, right now, I'm lovin' Pepto-Bismol! Stupid stomach eating itself apart  |
Grannie | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 08:44 pm     Happy New Year Everyone! HP, so glad that Herc is doing well. Max, I am thinking that all of that food might look real good to you tomorrow. Guess what?????? Whoami might adopt me. Yeah. |
Grannie | Wednesday, December 31, 2003 - 08:45 pm     P.S. Sorry about your tummy Neko. |
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