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Refrigerator Door

From  my cousin Donna's   fridge

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She has refrigerator poetry magnets, so a lot of these magnets will be sayings she's made out of the magnets



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WHAT I'M READING...


Deja Dead
by
Kathy Reichs

(not for the squeamish!)


WHAT I'M WATCHING...

Six Feet Under


Pictures from the Cincinnati are now up at Steve's Club Photo page.

Pictures from our Family reunion are on my own Club Photo page.


That's it for today!

WASN'T IT YESTERDAY
WHEN THEY WERE SMALL?

26 August 2001

ned2fuz.jpg (9684 bytes)The contractions started early in the morning--about 4:30 a.m. They weren't bad. They were spaced far apart, but it was obvious that the baby would be coming today. I called my parents to alert them, so they could come to take care of Jeri. "Don't rush," I said, but they did.

They arrived within an hour and we sat around all day waiting until the time was right to go to the hospital. Things had been slow up to that point, but once it was time, it was time. Ned was born mid-afternoon. The most amazing thing about him was the head full of black hair that he had.

From conception he'd been different from Jeri. I've always said that from the moment he had arm buds, he was waving them around. So terribly active, and the activity level did not stop once he was born.

As soon as he could walk, he wanted to climb. And when he climbed, he wanted to jump. I learned early on that he had an innate sense about what he could and couldn't do. If he jumped, it was something he knew he could jump. But it didn't make me any less nervous to watch him do it (it was just easier than fighting with him not to do it).

As he got older, his hero was Superman, who could leap tall buildings in a single bound. Ned didn't just admire Superman, he wanted to be Superman and so I bought him leotards and tights, found an "S" to sew onto the leotard, and made him a cape. He wore it constantly. When he went to school, for a period of time, he wore a suit over the costume. When his teacher commented on how well he was dressed, I shared with her the secret that he was really Clark Kent and that underneath the suit was his Superman costume.

Soon, it wasn't enough to dress like Superman. Ned saw that Superman was muscular, and he was only 6 years old and didn't look nearly as muscular. So he started taking newspapers and wadding them up, sticking them inside his costume to make him look like he had muscles.

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I found myself saying ridiculous things like, "Can you please pick your muscles up and put them away," and "If you don't stop flying around the house, I'm going to take your cape away." (Did Mrs. Kent have these problems?)

When the Superman craze was waning, Charles Atlas came on the scene. Ned found a comic book with an ad promising to build muscles just like Charles Atlas (who surely must have been 80 by then--that ad had been printed ever since I was a kid, I think!). Ned saved his money and sent away for Atlas' book, convinced that within a week he'd be bulging with muscles. But of course he was not, and he was disappointed.

But eventually he moved on to other things. First there was the diving team. He was a pretty good diver, in his age group and generally ranked among the top 3 in the state at meets, but after a few years, the coach stopped teaching and Ned never pursued it.

It took him awhile to catch up with the others in school as far as height was concerned and there were a couple of rough years for him. So rough, in fact, that when he was offered the opportunity to spend a year in Brasil, we allowed him to go. He was 13 at the time and returned on his 14th birthday, taller, with a deeper voice, and a slight Brasilian accent.

He got into theatre. He had been part of a children's theatre group before he left for Brasil, but now he got into the technical part of it. He enjoyed hanging and focusing lights and running the light board. He and his friend Greg also started making movies. Always with chase scenes and fight scenes, some pretty good, some pretty stupid.

He took up drumming and was the drummer for Lawsuit, the band that consisted of exactly 12 musicians, including Paul, Jeri, and most of his best friends.

He married his high school sweetheart and they began a life together.

He began to get passionate about current events and became such a regular poster of letters to the editor, that people who met me in the supermarket would ask when Ned was going to write his next letter, because they wanted to hear what he had to say.

nedfuz.jpg (17844 bytes)Ned has always lived life to the fullest. He burst forth into this world with a zest for life that was incredible. He demanded the best of life and he worked to get all he could out of that life. Life doesn't always live up to his expectations, but he keeps plugging away.

Tonight we sat at a restaurant with a dozen of Ned's friends and I looked around me and saw all of the people I remember from when they were children. They're now men and women, and they all still laugh together and play together (they were planning a camping trip over dinner), and love each other.

Being Ned's mother has never been dull. He's an incredible human being and I'm so proud of him. Today is his 34th birthday. Happy birthday, Honey!


One Year Ago:
Bump As You Go


Some pictures from this journal
can be found at
Club Photo


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