I Love L.A.!

We're in L.A.! It's so nice here...If I didn't live where I live, I would live here for sure.

We arrived yesterday but I didn't blog because A.) I was crazy tired a B.) I didn't have a cable to download my pics. But today ending up being so exciting that I'm not even going to bother with yesterdays pics--the plane blah blah blah, Pinkberry, gallery, dinner....actually it was really fun--so maybe I will show those pics later? But onto today...

Here are the kids ready to head out bright and early:


Our first stop was one of our old standbys: Nate and Al's Delicatessan. The kids like it for the Yoo Hoo!

Here's the Pickle:
Highlight of the day: As we were walking into the restaurant, who was walking in right behind us? None other than Larry King!! It was exciting to see him, but we didn't have a chance to say anything as he made a beeline for his table to join his entourage.

The kids were begging me to say hi to him but I told him that no--under no circumstances could they approach him at his table. That the ultimate in rudeness! I said maybe if he was leaving at the same time we were they could talk to him.

But it was time to go and we all headed out, but I got waylaid by a phone call and by the time I got to the front of the restaurant none of my kids were in sight. I saw Don and the two little ones outside and turned around to find Andy, Teddy, Patrick and Larry King laughing it up at his table!!

I walked up semi-mortified and Larry was asking the kids all kinds of questions--as nice as can be--and then suggested we go outside and take some pictures! Which we did! Here's the kids with"Uncle" Larry:A little closer up:
The expression on Pickle's face is hilarious! She's like who IS this guy??

Then I joined the party:

He was seriously the nicest guy! He wanted to know all the kids' names and ages and when on about what a beautiful family we had--VERY nice man!


So after all that excitement it was time to visit Grandma. Here are the kids outside her house:
Grandma with some of the kids:

I love this pic of Pickle and Grandma!

And here's a portrait of Pickle:

OK--I want to post more pics--(we had dinner at a fun place that had five kinds of ketchup that I want to show you) but what up with Blogger? It's a nightmare to get the pics in the order I want! They won't scroll! I'll try to figure it all tomorrow--so that's it for today!

Not A Great Way To Start The Day...

This morning was the usual hectic frenzy that it always is--trying to get all the kids clothed, fed, organized and out the door at varying times depending on their schedules.

Teddy and Patrick had to go in super early for choir practice, Andy had to be in early for something or another, Gooser was going in a little later and Pickle was still sleeping because of the stupid time change.

As I was getting Gooser packed up and ready, Teddy called and said that Patrick fainted at choir practice.

I rushed Gooser out the door and into the car (luckily my cleaning lady was here with Pickle) and started driving to school like a maniac.

As I approached a corner where I could get a view of the school, I could see all kinds of emergency vehicles with flashing lights parked in front and I went into a full-blown panic.

When I turned the corner so I could pull up in front of the school, there was a solid lane of congested traffic going in the same direction I was going--so in my crazed state, I drove down the wrong side of the street honking non-stop. Nobody was going to get in my way!

Except someone did. Some stupid old man who clearly could tell I was in distress came through the intersection and down the same side of the street, blocking me. I was honking and screaming and gesturing for him to get out of my way and I think he quickly understood that this was NOT someone he wanted to mess with and backed up.

Good thing for him--because I swear I would have pulled him out of that car and backed it up myself.

As I approached the school, I saw no less than two ambulances, two fire trucks and two police cars. I was so panic-stricken that I could actually feel the years coming off my life. In fact, I think I had a flash of a picture in my mind of the Grim Reaper laughing and peeling pages off the calendar of my life.

I'm not even sure what I did next. I think I left the keys in the car, screamed for Gooser to get out and started running toward the school. Meanwhile, they were rerouting all the kids to an alternate entrance to make way for the emergency people.

Inside the school, paramedics were everywhere. I ran toward the nurses office (where someone told me Patrick was) and one of the paramedics stopped me at the door saying "Are you the mom?"

I think he thought I was going to be his next patient because he was like "Woah! You need to stop and take a deep breath."

When I got into the room I saw Patrick lying down, looking as pale as a sheet. They were doing some tests like blood sugar and blood pressure and trying to explain to me what happened.

I guess the choir director thought he was having a seizure, but the paramedics didn't think so because he didn't have the symptoms that typically follow a seizure. In the end, they chalked it up to a fainting spell due to the heat of the lights (they were practicing on the stage) and maybe standing for too long. As far as anyone could tell, he didn't hit his head--and if he did, he hadn't hit it too hard.

Since he checked out ok, they didn't think he needed to go to the ER and thought he would be better off going home and lying down--so that's what I did.

Later in the morning I took him to the pediatrician to have him checked again and he basically agreed with what the paramedics had said. But, of course, if it happens again (and please! I hope it doesn't!) more tests will have to be done.

He seems okay now--not dizzy and his normal self. But I have lost at LEAST five years off my life!

I'm Baaaaaaack!!

Oh my poor little neglected blog. I'm sorry blog! And if by off chance someone is still reading this--I'm sorry to you too. I just fell off the face of the Earth...

I don't really know what happened...first it was the move and the start of school, then the holidays...then I think I just got lazy! Or more like out of the routine--and once I got out, I just stayed out.

First of all, thank you to anyone who has emailed or commented that they miss my blog--I appreciate it!! I feel sad that all the crazy things that happened (and there have been a lot) have not been documented on here. My hair was blue! But now it's back to pink...Pickle cut off half her hair! And it still looks awful (think Billie Jean King circa. 1974). There was an all-school lice outbreak! But due to my super lice-repelling skills, my kids didn't get it.

And a lot of things that weren't hair-related happened too!

I actually haven't been a total slacker--I got really into some artwork and sort of threw myself into that project and tried to use as much down time as possible on it. It involves photography which I have printed very large and on watercolor paper--then I paint, embroider, draw--whatever! on it.

Here are a few examples that I just submitted to a show (cross fingers for me please!):
"All the Single Ladies""Jaundice"


"Miracle-Gro"

"Manifest Destiny"

Hope you like them!

So here goes the blog again--but one thing I'm going to have to change is that I think I need to add a "captcha" (is that the right word?) to the comments. I know it's a pain, but unfortunately, my comments have been taken over by weird stuff written in Asian languages that I'm pretty sure are links to p-o-r-n-o sites. So sorry creepy Asian pervert types! You are no longer welcome here!

Sorry guys--I hope you're still out there!