Archive for July 21st, 2006

One Day At A Time

I had a voicemail message this afternoon telling me my daughter’s best friend was in the hospital and they wanted to talk to me so I could tell my daughter what was going on. That sounded pretty serious if Lisa, the friend’s mother, didn’t call us. I tried to call the messenger back…couldn’t reach her…everything in the world going through my mind, not knowing what was going on. I didn’t know if she was hurt, sick or what. On the heels of a classmate being killed two weeks ago, I think all of the parents of Knox Doss kids are a little jumpy.

This little girl and my daughter have been best friends since preschool. They are inseparable. Lisa says when my daughter is around (which is a lot) it’s not like there’s company there. My kid is like an extra kid for her and hers for us. For a couple hours, I didn’t know what we were going to be dealing with…was I going to have to deliver heartbreaking news to my daughter about her best friend? I didn’t know and I was a wreck. Every scenario went through my mind.

Finally, after a bit,(and after driving through that lovely windstorm we had) I did get to talk to the girl that called and she told me that my daughter’s friend was at Vanderbilt Hospital. She had had several seizures yesterday and by this morning, was unable to see and was totally disoriented. I happened to see the ambulance go by our house about 6 this morning, not knowing who it was inside.

Poor little girl has been through umpteen tests today, including an MRI and they’ve determined it’s either a kidney infection or strep infection causing all the trouble. She is much better tonight, but, still in ICU.

We spent a better part of the evening at the hospital. My daughter was able to see her dearest friend for a few minutes, which eased her mind. She was sleeping so she didn’t get to talk with her.

She was pretty surprised a few minutes ago when the phone rang and her friend called her. (Even a scary illness can’t keep those two girls off the phone.) One of the few times I didn’t mind her calling after 10:00 at night, for sure.

We’re pretty fortunate to have a facility like the Monroe Carell Children’s Hospital here in our backyard. What a beautiful facility, that’s taken such excellent care of our friend and her whole family today and everyday cares for children of all ages with all sorts of problems. In the pod next to our friend, there was a teeny, tiny, premature baby being cared for. The friend’s grandmother said she talked with people in the waiting room today who are here from places like Texas, Georgia, etc. with sick children.

I hope and pray my kids (or yours) don’t ever require the services of the Children’s Hospital, but, boy, I’m grateful they are there if we do.

About Schmidt…Baby Talking, Etc

After all my yappin’ about not wanting to go to the retirement reception of the Baby Talking Wady.…I went.

My giggling commenced as I was standing in line, overlooking the shrine to Baby Talk Wady. Around these parts, people tend to go for the more subtle retirement, as in slip out the door, see ya later, kinda sublte. Not Baby Talk Wady. There were pictures, pictures and more pictures of her…there were flowers….books of letters….there was a real creepy element to it.

I was ready to do some snarky dawgin’ with a few select others who also delight in the art of dawgin el snarko. I get there and nobody wants to dawg. They let me down. I was wishing I’d have stuck to my guns and skipped the soiree. I came to dawg, by golly and nobody wanted to play!

The Pervert Gentleman Formerly Known As My Boss delivered a lovely speech and then opened the mic to Baby Talk Wady. She gave the usual retirement speech, blah blah. Then she mentioned the girls she worked with and she made eye contact with me and said “Oh and all the others I’ve worked with through the years….If I was ever unkind to you, I’m sorry. I loved working with you all.” Oh boy. Here comes the guilt.

I went to congratulate her and she grabbed me and hugged me….like…maybe…I meant something to her.

Bad Sista. Bad.

Thespian Kin

Have I ever mentioned here that I’m related to this guy? No, seriously, I am.

Lewis Smith is a real, bonafide, working Hollywood actor. (Notice I didn’t say famous) This is how it goes: My grandfather had a younger sister named Millie and she was Lewis’ grandmother. Pretty cool, huh? His daddy, Art, looked a lot like my dad and looked more like he belonged to my grandfather, although I’ve been told by some family members, I have a bit of a resemblance to Aunt Millie. The gene pool on that side of the family is heavy duty.

Besides “Buckaroo Banzai”, Lewis had a pretty good part in “North and South” and was in another movie in the 80’s called “The Heavenly Kid.” I see the box every time I go into the Video Depot in Hendersonville. Lewis used to be Marsha Mason’s boyfran and he is close pals with Garry Shandling.

Oddly enough, I’ve never met Lewis and the only movie I’ve ever seen that he was in was that made-for-tv movie about the showdown in Waco. I think he played an ATF agent.

Maybe one of these days Lewis Smiff and Sista Smiff will meet. (Different Smiffs but a Smiff is a Smiff, by golly!) I bet he would have plenty of good stories to tell.

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