LAST-MINUTE COOL GIFTS
How about this portable Polaroid PoGo mini-photo printer? You can print sticker-photos (2×3) from any Bluetooth-equipped cell phone. I *finally* sneaked off to get one this afternoon and tested it. It amazed me! I know you can Google that up; most Target locations have at least ONE left. It’s $99, but hey, you have someone you really LIKE, don’t you? *wink*
You could spend a lot less–a tenth of that–and get a “Bob” wobble clock. It also has an alarm and date/timer functions. Mostly, though, it’s just cute.
I discussed these Betsey Johnson leg warmers with Santa, and I believe we came to an understanding. Look at those heart-shaped buttons!
I’ll post a more detailed discussion of this Lynda Barry book, WHAT IT IS, whenever I can get time to collect my thoughts and set them down in some coherent fashion. But it’s a GREAT inspirational book for writers, artists, journalers, and people who’d like to get more in touch with their creative sides.
I discovered this book when I was browsing in the fabulous New York store FORBIDDEN PLANET and saw a door plastered with colorful pages, like a collage. Turned out it was the entrance to the “Employees Only” area and that the pages were out of this book, which Ms. Barry, a cartoonist and artist, had signed and promoted there at the store earlier in the year. I tell you what, if you get only one book about writing/creativity/journaling and/or personal growth this year, get this one.
* Check the dollar stores for ceramic clown figurines
* Make a potholder (don’t you have those loops and one of the looms somewhere?)–do a rainbow one or use the colors of the recipient’s kitchen
* Tie-dye an old T-shirt and pretend you got it at a craft fair
* Print out a great photo and put it in a dollar store frame
* Bake something!
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We didn’t get Mama’s scans done today after all. She fasted all night and fretted and ranted until her appointment around 2 PM. Got to the scan place and she was having a terrible coughing spell (asthma, COPD, emphysema–whichever). She’d been congested all day, and had had* to drink about a half-cup of water to get un-choked about five hours earlier. *(Yes, a double-had is proper here!) They brought out this Route 44-sized glass of contrast dye solution, but when they heard her coughing, they asked a few questions and looked at the sheets I’d filled out. “You had a reaction to contrast dye before?”
“Yes, a minor one. Her throat felt as if it were closing up and all this mucus rushed to her nose . . . I’ve had that reaction, too.”
The tech looked solemn. “Then you should’ve been premedicated for this. Last week we had someone have a really bad reaction.” His expression said just how bad. “And because this is not a hospital or near one, it can be dangerous.” He got on the phone to the doctor, and Mama hissed, “I told you I had an intuition not to do this today. Let’s go!”
She’d been fighting me since early morning on that. Tomorrow she has her scope and surgical procedure, and she didn’t want to be debilitated and miss that, as it’s actually the cutting out of the rest of the “spots” he took out of her stomach . . . eeeuw, long story. But anyhow, that takes priority.
The guy finally said he’d reschedule us after Christmas, and we left. I got an earful about how awful the place was and how unprepared everyone is, etc., but she’s just nervous and frightened. I think we can wait until after the scope thing and after the holiday to have the scans. Still, it would have been cool to “get it over with.” One of her friends had a really severe reaction to gadolinium contrast last year, as well, so we want to be safe. I took her to the cafeteria and she ate up the wallpaper, so her stomach must feel BETTER.
ANYWAY!! So I haven’t had a chance to shoppe at all, hardly, and tomorrow (today! Christmas Eve!) we go in at 5 AM for this scope/surgery thing where they’ll go back to the spots they found those polyps and cut “the rest of them” out “plus anything else we see that we don’t like,” and then they’ll discuss the capsule camera. I originally thought she’d get the capsule camera tomorrow, but now I’m being told that has to be ordered, so perhaps next week or after the first of the new year.
I do feel better about her health in general after seeing her gastroenterologist, but we’ve got to get through this procedure (which is what they call surgery/operations these days so people don’t feel so panicky, but it doesn’t work) tomorrow and get her home and calmed down so we can have SOME semblance of a holiday. We have the Christmas dinner fixings, but we can’t see any family members on the Big Day this year . . . everyone’s got issues and problems. In fact, my sister-in-law is having her gallbladder taken out on Friday, and she said she told me this the other day, but I don’t REMEMBER AT ALL . . . when she talked to hubby (her brother), she was hurt/surprised that I hadn’t mentioned it to him, but I REALLY DON’T REMEMBER AT ALL . . . my mind was like scrambled eggs that day, I guess, but still!! Anyway, so she’ll be out of commission for a day or so after that, even though it’s outpatient surgery. And my niece has been having fainting spells. I don’t think we can make the drive north to see my aunt/uncle, either, as Mama is bound to be too tired to travel for a few days. *Sigh* But! We’re all still here, and we’ll have a good holiday NO MATTER WHAT. That is an order.
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On the TiVo:
A Charlie Brown Christmas
It’s a Wonderful Life
A Christmas Story
The Bishop’s Wife
Miracle on 34th Street (the original)
Christmas in Connecticut (ditto)
Mallrats (okay, out of character and not holiday-specific, but I can watch that one over again even when I tune in somewhere in the middle by accident)
I also got a couple of DVD movies that I think hubby’ll like . . . BURN AFTER READING, for one. We’ll see if my guess is correct. I don’t have much luck choosing things that he’ll watch. He said the other day, “I hate the movies that you buy.” He doesn’t watch anything that he calls “that old black-and-white garbage,” which includes CASABLANCA, SOME LIKE IT HOT, THE APARTMENT, and every other classic from that era. He won’t even watch BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S, even though it’s in Technicolor. He’s a Philistine, truly. We don’t have similar tastes in film at all, except for REAL GENIUS (which we both love) and selected Kevin Smith flicks. This didn’t used to be the case. Or maybe I was floating down Denial. It would have made more sense for me to marry someone who loves old movies, or at least doesn’t feel the need to complain about them so much. . . .