
One girl's journey through a marvelous adventure we call life! I think it may be more therapeutic for me but hopefully stimulating and thought-provoking, even enlightening for whomever may stumble onto this road. Cheers!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Who is this Sal Fasano guy?

The team really wanting to end the 5+ hour marathon WON!

The night is finally over and now we have to do it all again in less than 11 hours!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Humanitarian vs Barbarian
Lack of faith in Humankind 5 + a real BIG faux pas
In our travels yesterday, it looks like 'faith in humankind' won out. Do not be deceived.
Mom had a procedure which took us all day. When I was banished from her hospital room and the procedure itself, I was able to sneak out and do some stuff for Mom.
Right off the bat, we thought the day was gonna be awful because the hospital patient registration folks were already in a tizzy at 8am. Then they put an IV in that was unnecessary. They never used it or had any intention of using it but caused Mom so much pain.
It gradually got better thank goodness. Along the way and in my travels, my disheartened spirit would get a sporadic boost from strangers. One woman wished me and Mom well. I found a parking spot as soon as I arrived back from Mom's errands. I saw a former high school teacher who brightened my day. And I was able to spend a few moments with my Aunt & Uncle before they, themselves were off to a doctor's appointment.
Mom even felt well enough to go to the Indians Game. Things were looking up. When we arrived at the Ballpark, we got the very first spot in the parking garage. Unbelievable! That's where our day got soured again. No matter how many 'random acts of kindness' were showed us today, some idiot ruined them all.
A jack-al (Detroit Tiger fan) spit ketchup all over Mom and her new outfit as we were making the long walk up the stairs at the end of the game. Apparently we were not going fast enough. It was an awful feeling that someone could be so cruel and cold to a fellow human being, especially an elderly matriarch who is the salt of the earth!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
No day at the beach



Saturday, July 26, 2008
How could they trade CASEY? CASEY?
My favorite player has been traded away to the Dodgers.
I'd like to think that the Cleveland Indians top brass have a master plan.
However, anyone who watches the Indians day in and day out sees that Casey Blake was the Indians BEST player. He played EVERY position. He was a great hitter. His fielding at 3rd, 1st and the outfield superb! He had a wonderful relationship with all of his fellow teammates and kept the clubhouse upbeat.
I just can not believe this happened.
I'd love to think at the end of the season, after the Indians unload all these players and have lots of dough to dole out, that they can get Casey back?!?!?!
And I'd love to think all of this maneuvering WILL bring us a World Series Championship in the near future. If not, bad call.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Congratulations Kay & Tyson!


Saturday, July 19, 2008
I miss my best friend!
Fast forward to tonight. Well, he's in Tampa and I am in Cleveland but I actually called him because I already miss him. We spoke for over two hours laughing, drinking and having a great time though two thousand miles separate us!
I've known Craig for about 11 years now.
Everyone thought we were dating, probably still do. We are not. We never were. But he is truly my best friend who knows more about me than anyone else (except maybe my childhood friend, Joan. But I have not really seen or spoken to her in years).
I have a core group of friends who I am going to ask to share things about me when I pass. I have never been very open with my family. Kinda hard to believe since I am a loudmouth at work. But, I AM SHY. Very shy. I just don't like talking to people but am working on correcting this issue. Especially in light of my current situation. Plus, people do and can change! Great thing about life! But the norm used to be when Mom and I would drive somewhere, we were usually silent. When I was watching tv, I was usually silent. I don't like doing things alone but when I am with someone, I am introverted. Unfortunately, I think my shyness comes across as being snobby or mean or even bitchy. People can think what they want. Deep down inside I am shy and no one has ever taken the time to help me get through this problem. My sister was 12 years older than me and I always felt like an only child since she was gone and out of the house when I was young. I never really had a sister to chat with, get advice from, learn about makeup and boys and whatever. I always felt as if I was on my own and it was and STILL IS very foreboding and overwhelming.
However, when I die, I really hope that Craig, Monina, Joan, Jimmie, Melanie, Terry, Dale, Tim, Jodi, Katie, Monique, Todd, TV Tommy, Durdak, Stadler, Yak, and Lydia will all gather around with my family and tell the most outrageous stories so that FINALLY my family gets to know me for who I really am/was! They get to hear all the great stories on my tremendous adventures, which for whatever reason, I opted NOT to share with them (doing shots with Jim Thome, hopping on pianos, riding a camel, having Ted Riser sit on my lap and sing to me, oh those Browns tailgate parties, Jimmy's, Have a Nice Day Cafe, Bar Cleveland, Kasey's, those Keeley stories, meeting a married man at the Winchester and doing the RIGHT THING.....the list is endless over the last 'blankety blank # of years!'
Anyhoo, I believe God puts people in our lives for a reason. We may never know WHY but I usually don't fight it!
I really got to know Craig when his father passed away. We hit it off immediately with so many similar interests including music, sports, television, rum!, and our passion for life!
I can not believe we are still friends. We've survived some pretty rough times accompanied with so many more heavenly times.
Right off the bat I was snake bit. Craig brought me home from work one night because my car was in the shop and, in my opinion, my family kind of gave him the cold shoulder. I don't think they did it on purpose, and it's long over. But it made me feel very awkward and uncomfortable.
However, I was so afraid of my own shadow back then, I never brought it up. They were all watching an Indians' game and just kept watching. True, it was late at night and everyone was sleepy, but it was so out of the realm for my normally outgoing, gregarious, fun-loving family. Unfortunately, it put a horrible taste in his mouth to this day. I asked him to blame ME (not them) for not 'pumping him up more' to my family and sharing with them how important this person was to me. It's over and hopefully by the fact that we are still friends, we have tried to put this behind us.
A song will come on the radio and I think of him. Or I'll see an artist and remember when we went to that concert together flashing back to that happy time. Sometimes I feel like his stalker, but don't worry, I am not! I am just very emotional. I am very nostalgic. I have scrapbook after scrapbook and really like remembering good times I've had with family and friends!
I have a great life! If you asked me 20 years ago if would have experienced all the great things I have, I would have laughed in your face! God has been SOOOO GOOD TO ME!
Craig was just in town for a week. I had to work most of the week but spent as much time with him as possible since I may not see him again for another year. We actually only fought I think twice. For us, that's good! It's not really fighting, it's having a cognitive disagreement!
I am really bad at talking on the phone. I do so much of it at work, I hate talking on the phone away from the office. However, I've surprised him. I would NEVER call him. However, since he left, I think I have spoken to him about 7 times! He asked 'why the change of heart?' I'll keep him guessing!
I guess I just realize how much I DO miss my best friend. We have a history now. I am not the kind of person to brush someone off or forget someone just because they are far away. And, more so than ever, I realize how fragile life is. Realistically, I may never see him again. Something could happen to me or him or he may never come home again. So, I am making a huge effort to keep in touch across the miles and revive the great friendship we once shared.
I raise my Bacardi-Diet Coke in honor of my friendship with Craig and hopefully it will be a life-long friendship that just keeps getting better and better!
Friday, July 18, 2008
Music makes my world go round
Then Mom and my family and very close friends.
And then my world spirals out of control! However, it's neck and neck as to what keeps me glued together. That would be MUSIC and Cleveland Indians' Baseball.
Music is an extremely important part of every single day. I love days when I have Cantor practice because I just belt it out for over an hour....and every weekend singing each Mass is also a joyful time filled with music!
Taking it one step further, it seems most events and moments in my life have music attached, specific songs down to a specific line for a specified memory!
I was driving into work today and heard two songs which totally took me back.
1st I heard Seals & Crofts 'Diamond Girl.' I was immediately transported back to the 70's when my family would drive to Fort Lauderdale, Florida playing Seals & Crofts, Three Dog Night, and so many more 8 Track Tapes! We stayed at the Sherwood. They had the big cockatoo that welcomed you when you pulled onto their grounds. One year the entire family gathered there during a two week span! It was GREAT! Every day a new family member was either checking in or checking out! I also met one of my first loves there. I can not even remember his name, though I want to say it was David. He was a cutie. He had an older brother and a younger brother. We all went to a game of the Little League World Series together. Oh, I did not lead on that I was totally infatuated with this kid, but I was. And then summer vacation was over, we parted and he was gone forever.
Then the next song that came on was The Scorpions 'Rock you like a hurricane.' More of a bittersweet memory. Mango man broke up with me at The Scorpions concert. But for the 6 months we were going out, it was paradise! He was HOT. All my friends said he looked like a top model for GQ, and he did! He DID have me at hello! Interesting story really. He worked at our local grocery store. He came up to me one day telling me how wonderful I smelled! Well, in actuality, he smelled great! To this day I do not know what cologne HE wore, but I'd like to find someone who wears it!
I would not give up that 6 months for anything! Ironically, when my friend Jodi and I traveled to Atlanta to see our pal Pat and take in a Braves game, we saw Mango man in a local bar! WOW, what a blast from my past!
I could go on forever, because honestly, I have a favorite line from every single song I love....and usually that line is attached to a tremendous memory!
Thank you, God, for giving us music and giving me my wonderful appreciation of ALL musical genres!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Kicking my butt
"If it's that important to you, you'll make time for it."
Apparently, the folks spewing these words have never had to care for a parent so they do not know that 24 hours is not enough time to conquer the world!
Thinking about it, most of them don't. They are single, carefree young ones who hardly have a care in the world! Oh, those were the days!
Well the 'old' Danielle used to get upset about everything I could not find the time to do, accomplish, or complete.
The 'new and improved' Danielle (I should not say new and improved, because I have been this way for a long time now--older and wiser with everything thrust upon me!!) doesn't fight it! I know I will eventually get the 'necessary tasks' completed. It just may take triple the time.
There are wants --which just don't happen anymore!
There are needs --which, at times are completed.
There are necessary obligations --these are what are kicking my butt! Just over the last 3 weeks....Mom had 2 doctors appointments a week ago....2 appointments this week....and 3 next week.....leaving no time for anything else except work and a few hours of sleep!
At least I know what is kicking my butt and hopefully one day the overwhelmed feeling I've been harboring for the last 5 years will leave me and I can start kicking back (before it's too late!)...
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Good luck, Kyle!

Friday, July 11, 2008
Nightmare at Progressive Field
As usual, the masses start greeting Mom since we are regulars (I am just her invisible sidekick!).
An absolutely PERFECT night for a baseball game. And we have missed our boys. They had an awful road trip but they are not that bad. They have a great team and we just need to get all the cylinders spinning together!
Things were humming along. The Shaw band, just back from Beijing, played the National Anthem. What more could we ask for on this perfect night. There has to be a catch!
And sure enough, the catch strolls in and sits in the row right behind us. A group of young kids who do not look like they are old enough to drink but most of them are drinking. They are loud, obnoxious and every other word is the 'f' word. Finally, a woman sitting a few away from us turned around and told them to please be quiet.
Well, this turns out to be the least of our worries.
In the 4th inning, Mom takes a bite of her grilled dog and begins choking. It was awful. Absolutely awful. I did not panic too much. However, it was proven again that Mom has a guardian angel over her at all times. A lovely woman sitting right in front of me, slowly turned around and began monitoring Mom. I knew deep down inside she must be a nurse. Mom kept trying to work the piece out on her own. She could still talk a bit and was not turning blue yet. Finally, after about 3 or 4 minutes, Mom got the pesky piece of hotdog out of her throat.
Turns out the 'guardian angel' in front of us WAS a nurse. She told Mom that she had plans for her but was hoping she could work out the item on her own. Basically, the woman saved Mom's life.
But wait, there's more.
The jackal sitting behind us, the drunken idiot revved up again and after some great play, hauled off and whipped Mom in the neck with his shirt. It was again, AWFUL! At this point, I have had it. I got up, checked to make sure Mom was ok, was not bleeding and did not have anything broken. I then proceeded to tell him that I was going to get an Usher and if that did not work, the Police. How in his right mind could he strike an elderly woman with his shirt. He said he did not do it on purpose. Not acceptable. This guy is toast.
He apologized profusely to Mom. She is better than I. She gladly accepted his apology impressing how badly he hurt her. We are all really lucky he did not strike her in her dialysis arm because that would have opened and she may have bled to death. It is an extreme challenge taking care of Mother 24/7 which no one, and I mean NO ONE has any clue.
After about 1 more inning, maybe not even. He and his group left giving their tickets to 4 other more civilized folks never to be heard from again.
The bright side is that Mom began feeling better on both fronts, and our boys put their hitting shoes on, especially the fabulous Casey Blake!
Maybe my ritual at the Zoo REALLY DID WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!???!!!!!!!!!!
Our day at the Zoo




Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Let's monkee around!


Thursday, July 3, 2008
Bigger ISN'T better
We've been trying to get Yankee tickets for the last week. Normally if we think about taking a baseball trip, everything is firmed up by May. But initially a friend of ours with family and friends in the Big Apple started handling. Their attempts all fell through. They ran into some road blocks. So we are starting over trying to take another avenue.
Exasperating. I don't think this is going to happen now. We've run into roadblock after roadblock.
We do have Cleveland Indians' season tickets and when we need to contact our Indians, no problem. We get right through to someone.
We have left messages for the all and powerful New York Yankee Ticket representatives who claim in their literature, 'any questions or problems, just call this number!'
You can not talk to a real person. We need to talk to a real person because we need handicapped seating. I do not want to spend an exorbitant amount of money on Stub Hub (which is exasperating as well) or some other option if Mom will have to climb a thousand steps.
Being bigger and claiming to be the best city in the world has its disadvantages!
Stay tuned...
Here Comes My Girl - Tom Petty
Music is such a big part of my life. And when you put baseball and music together, you've lost me totally!
There are so many songs I would love to have a male sing to me or at least 'think' of me when he hears them! Of course the list is endless, and then I have a favorite line from every single song! OK, a little obsessed! But to give some examples of what I am speaking about:
Eric Clapton's 'Wonderful Tonight'
Billy Joel's 'Always a woman to me,' and 'All about soul,' and 'She's got a way'
McCartney's 'Maybe I'm amazed'
I started thinking about this at the Tom Petty concert last week...when he sang 'Here comes my girl.'
Sing it Tom.....
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
I can't even imagine
We arrive and I know she is dreading the next number of hours. Yet, it's saving her life. And, when we see some of the other folks who are really worse off than Mom, we just raise our eyes to God and give thanks for Mom's health and life.
I felt worse Monday. Not only did she have a tech who had hurt her before. But she had come off of a previous session which was AWFUL because the tech really did not know what they were doing.....
But then we went to turn on her small toaster-sized television, and nothing. That little box which emits sound and pictures is Mom's life saver each session. Ya know how some parents use the TV as a babysitter, or diversion for their children. Well, the TV keeps Mom's mind pre-occupied (as much as she can) from the whole dialysis process: the needles, the pain, the stiff neck and back problems.....and the worst part, when she cramps up.
All I can do is pray each day that God will help her get through each session, and hopefully, the people who are initiating the process are gentle, kind, and knowledgeable of their craft.