she still tippin’
today started with an ambulance.
we were on the way out de do’ to church, in all of our tardy, regal splendor, when it was decided by majority vote that Aunt Nettie looked pretty bad. real unresponsive, hunched over, not moving well. all of this, by the way, is relative. she’s not like she’s a lucid gymnast with great posture as is. but it was worse than normal.
so we slowed up, and put her to bed. and then mom and Mar and I decided to go it alone. and got close to the other side of town, and then Uncle Bill called, and a super-loud conference call ensued, and it was decided to call the paramedics. fuck, she could have had a stroke, or a small one. better safe than sorry.
(somewhere in the next paragraph, I switch tense. get ready.)
so, the paramedics arrive. and they made the big deal of it, two trucks with screaming sirens. they arrived, hard and fast, which I found unnecessary. I was eating eggs in the kitchen. Mar was probably checking the fucking Facebook. mom was doing something calm. and the EMTs come in and it’s time to get Aunt Nettie back up, while Grandma and mom answer questions.
what are her symptoms? what meds are she on? etcetera.
they wake Nettie up, and she sits up, and the first thing she says is,
“I gotta go t’da toilet.”
fuck, I thought. she’s fine.
after another five minutes of arguing slowly with the medics about wearing an oxygen mask and having her blood pressure taken, they decided she was alright. the neighbors gathered to stare, as they are apt to do. Mar and I went out front and shot hoops to throw them off. just another day.
we also had a barbecue. pretty sick one, too.
tonight, Neil and I saw “Knocked Up,” which was an unsurprisingly wonderful film. it was like a realistic improvement upon “The 40 yr old Virgin.” which is a compliment. so yeah, if you want a touching summer movie about child rearing with a lot of pot jokes, this is all you.
tomorrow? tomorrow is errand day. I’m doing errands. important shit. shit you’ll read about exclusively here, at dudeokay.blogspot. you know where the flavor is, babygirls: it’s right here.
she’s not like she’s a lucid gymnast with great posture as is. but it was worse than normal.”
ok that shit made me laugh for like five minutes w/ tears in my eyes.
ps. Evans you can kiss my ass, didn’t fix the TV for my mom.
you know
you know you can’t trust that snake in the grass.
btw, free sox tickets? and I wasn’t informed? you bastards
josh, you know how you said you listened to the new white stripes album on the radio? I heard that jack white heard about it from Paris and called the station and threw a hissy fit and screamed at the DJ saying he would never allow his music played their again…. if that’s true my respect for the man just went down a few notches.
smith
i didn’t hear that. but i would not be astounded if it is true. they have done this with a few albums from various bands and every one of them gets really pissed. be it the band themselves or the record label. yet they keep doing it. which is great for me.
anyway, the album kicked ass and i can’t wait to buy it.
Dear sir
how might i be able to contact you through email, ewahlrab@gmail.com is mine
later skater