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Monday, April 18, 2011

HON-ETTE-the Two For One Special (join today! It ends on Thursday)

Facebook Post~Hannan Gabal Higbee- I swear to this day I can't figure out why you never once kicked me and Annette out of your house in Westminster! We were there like EVERY day! Honestly, u were awesome to me :) thank you!

January 19, 2009 at 8:49pm · UnlikeLike · 1 person

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I'm digging through Facebook these days-just to relive Hannan and my exchanges...hilarious exchanges....two of my best friends for life are in the photo above. Joey, my 2 year, didn't quite know what to make of these lovely ladies who came over everyday. He combined their names Hannan and Annette and made it one easy one~"Hon-Ette".
My house was like no other house, I must say. It had 4 bedrooms and I had 2 roommates. It so happened that one roommate was a Police Academy Kick out ("It was a contact high, I swear!" duh)...which led to many visits from real life off duty police officers (sometimes on duty-and sometimes not in the city they should have been in-on duty!) There were lots of bbqs and fun happening at almost any given time. It was the staging ground for our trips to the Long Beach Grand Prix, birthday nights in limos and trips to Palm Springs (Palm Springs is an entire blog entry on its own, and its coming soon).
Limo Night!
Martie, myself, Hannan and Krispy Appel

Hannan Gabal Higbee Omg look @ the beer we were drinkin! Haahah that is like shit-kickin beer!!

January 24, 2009 at 8:37pm · Comment...Hannan Gabal Higbee awwww omg!! My gucci watch!! :( that was like the nicest thing I ever owned in my life :(I miss it! lol

January 24, 2009 at 8:47pm · LikeUnlike
One night we partied with almost the entire swing shift of the Garden Grove Police Department after work. We met them in a vacant parking lot and listened to the Fine Young Cannibals full blast and drank Miller Lite.

Hannan Gabal Higbee Ohhhhhh noooo u di-int!! Hahah you found Grand Prix photos!!! Soooo cool! Now THAT was guaranteed action every time!! Hahahah duddeee we used to rake the dudes in by the boatloads there!!! Hahahah

January 19, 2009 at 8:45pm · LikeUnlike
These were the best days of my life Hon-Ette, That's why I didn't kick you out.
I miss you so much that it hurts.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Huggies and Tequila=the only way to parent, just ask Joey

I LOVE this picture! FYI this child is now almost 24 and I did not harm him in anyway~I just wasn't very old when I had him.
I posted this pic on facebook with my conversation with Hannan below:
Hannan Gabal Higbee I so remember this photo! He's so cute!!!

January 24, 2009 at 9:12pm · LikeUnlike Pegiplaytime Van Buskirk hes almost our age in the other photos now

January 24, 2009 at 9:13pm · LikeUnlike Hannan Gabal Higbee isnt that CRAZY!!!

January 24, 2009 at 9:16pm · LikeUnlike Pegiplaytime Van Buskirk God we had fun

January 24, 2009 at 9:18pm · LikeUnlike Hannan Gabal Higbee hahah I just noticed! Look at the counter, there is a bottle of tequilla on top and a pack of huggies underneath! HAHAHAH OMG we were SOOOO young!

January 24, 2009 at 9:22pm · LikeUnlike Pegiplaytime Van Buskirk I know i saw that too lol

January 24, 2009 at 9:26pm · LikeUnlike Pegiplaytime Van Buskirk Joey often comments on his "weird" upbringing

January 24, 2009 at 9:27pm · LikeUnlike Hannan Gabal Higbee hahaha yeah....Yasmine feels a little different than her own friends, but you know, we do the best we can eh? :) They are loved by an entire family - which is pretty awesome! :)

January 24, 2009 at 9:28pm · LikeUnlike Pegiplaytime Van Buskirk Joey always calls Tanner the perfect they love each other deeply

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This is the House that Hannan Crashed...(and EVERYONE ELSE!)

This was the 4 bedroom house I rented on the border of Huntington Beach and Westminster. I had a 2 year old, a full time nanny and a great job making mega 80's $. I was 22. I had roomates come and go, but I always had my buds Hannan, Annette, Shirley, Chrisa, Martie (my niece who is 2 weeks younger than me)and Krispy Appel. Not all of them lived there at the same time.
It really didn't matter if I was home-I had an open door policy. I worked 10 to 10 at Holiday Spa Monday thru Thursday.
I didn't care that MY house was the center of attention! I had Joey my beautiful baby that I didn't really ever want to leave-unless it was major like Sam Kinison on New Years or a Limo ride for a Tom Petty concert...or a limo ride anywhere, like on my birthday. My house was the shiznat of the 80's. More to come...Im trying to write a eulogy for My Hannan...I want to capture memories as they come to my head.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

How To Sit On a Couch~Rest In Peace My sweet friend!

This was after the Long Beach Grand Prix

I lost one of the best friends I have ever had yesterday. Out of the blue, she wasnt sick, OUT OF THE BLUE! I can't stand it that she is gone. I almost have to process this a little more before I can truly delve into this friendship and the horrible loss for so many. We lost touch and reconnected on facebook several years ago. The last 3 years of facebook exchanges have been hysterical to say the least...we discovered we were pregnant at the same time-and delivered our babies a few weeks apart....I will miss her forever and as I sort through my grief please feel free to share your funny stories about Hannan.....yes-its hard to think about Hannan without the word funny. Please leave your comments and memories below...

Please share this with Hannan fans..she would love the attention! LOL

Monday, March 28, 2011

Dog Whitening Soap is a Little White Lie

My dog Livvie, is a picture perfect Mini Schnauzer. She minds. She doesn't beg. She comes in when you call her. She stays when you tell her to stay. You couldn't ask for more from a dog. She even helps me demon sit (oops! I meant puppy sit) her cousin Lexie, by keeping her out of the trash. Livvie would NEVER get in the trash.

Then I leave her alone and FUCKING hell breaks loose!

Chairs are overturned, and she knocks the trash over so that my little dogs can join the party! Nothing is safe! I trust my 16 year old, with the entire house to himself, leaving my car keys, and a keg, and 1000 dollars, and 10 strippers, alone in this house for A MONTH a gazillion times more than I trust this dog for an hour.

Its not like she does this without knowing how bad she is being. When I come home, usually she is happy to see me and bounces all over and she howls in delight! After one of her alone time "indiscretions" although,she is completely different. She hangs her head in shame. I ask her "what did you do Livvie" and she goes and cowers under the coffee table.

Today was a bad day. I came home and she was cowering, and her beautiful white beard was as orange as Snooki. Then I found chef boyardee ravioli can that was so sparkling clean that it could have come from the dishwasher

On further inspection, I discover that she had made a journey across my desk, taking the "A" "G" and "6" keys off of my laptop.  She is pretty lucky she didnt take my "W" "T" and "F" or I would have had to do more than give her a bath!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Meat That Thought he Could

Ok, So I pull out a roast to thaw all day. Turns out this meat will not melt. After hours of thawing, the roast is still as hard as a 6 hour erection. Damn, I don't want to go to the ER just to tell them that "my meat wont get soft". They would look at me funny, especially since this roast is not the size of a roast you would brag about.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Guilty Until Proven Innocent-I Was Accused of Child Abuse

Recently, I read Nerdy Apple Bottom’s post “My Son is Gay”. Her son was bullied by the other mothers at the Church School, because he decided to be Daphne from Scooby Doo for Halloween, and she kicked some cyber-ass defending him. My first thought was get that kid out of that school! My one experience with a church preschool was one of the most HELLISH experiences of my life.

I decided to put Joey in this school so he could get exposed to other kids and thought people who go to church are nice, right? I didn’t need daycare because my parents took loving care of him. I decided to pay and have him attend part time, 3 days a week. I was a single mother with a great job and my own 2 bedroom apartment and even though I was young, my son had an awesome life. A church wouldn’t discriminate against me, would they?

Hey I CHOSE life-that’s what you wanted right?

Joey always had bruises. I‘d ask him where he got them and he didn’t know, it obviously did not hurt when it happened. Sometimes there were more than others; most were on his shins and forearms. I talked to his Pediatrician about them, and he said “Let me check this out” and took a blood test. I didn’t hear back so I really didn’t think anything was wrong. 5 months later, he got Chicken Pox. As he got better I noticed that he was getting blood red freckles around his eyes and on his skin. I made an appointment to see his doctor. Over the weekend he fell backwards onto my parent’s brick fireplace and hit his back-just above his hip. Unlike the other times he got bruised, this HURT him. He ended up with a big purple bruise. Since he was feeling better from the Chicken Pox, I took him back to school on Tues day. I got a call from the director of the church preschool and she asked me in an accusing tone, (not an inquiring tone) “Where did he get this bruise on his back?” I told her and let her know about his doctor’s appointment in two days. She said “do you know that he has 42 bruises on his body?” I explained that I had talked to his Dr. about it and I asked her to look at the blood red freckles around his eyes and on his skin. She was dismissive and said “those are probably sunspots”.

Seriously to this day, I still wonder WTF is a sunspot?

She said “well I had to call and tell you” and we hung up. I should have gone and picked him up but I wasn’t thinking like a guilty person. My mom would be there in a couple of hours, I’d take him to the Dr. and everything would be fine. When my mom got there, Joey was being put into a police car. My mom begged them to take him to the ER and have him checked. They refused.

I rushed to the police station and was interrogated like a criminal. “If you didn’t do this, who did?” I had done a lot of reading on parenting, when I had Joey and there isn’t a section in Dr. Spock’s baby book about “what to do when you are falsely accused of child abuse”.
This is a boy with petechiae -NOT SUNSPOTS 

I kept pleading with them to take him to get a medical exam, and to call his doctor. The doctor was not there when they called. His partner took the called an apparently glanced at his file and said there is no report of any blood test. I begged the police to let me get the bill I had at home, that showed he had a blood test-nope not a chance. I insisted that they call the Dr. again, and he still denied any reports of a blood test or a problem with bruising.

I now know that he did NOT read Joey’s file-I saw it later-there it was in the Dr’s shitty handwriting “bruises easily”!!!

I was allowed to see him and try to calm him before they took him to the home “for abused children”; He said “I won’t cry if you don’t cry Mommy”. This was his first night away from home EVER!

“I need you mommy! I need you!” They took him and I could hear him crying and pleading “but I need her”.

My sister I got his favorite blanket that he always slept with, and went to the place where Joey was. My sister took it to the door of the place and tried to get them to give it to him. Some snotty bitch said “he can’t have anything from home, and besides his mom hasn’t even called to see how he is”. My sisters said "his mother is this parking lot crying her eyes out

I'm positive her teeth were clinched-seriously no separation whatsover from upper and lower teeth.

I almost can’t believe that my sister showed restraint and did not go ape shit on her-but she showed uncharacteristic strength and didn't say what was on her mind. She did say “have you fed him? Do you feed your 3 year old prisoners?”


I talked with his social worker at 7 AM and she informed me that she didn’t even have to look into this case for 3 days. DOOM.

I phoned the Dr’s office at 8 AM and explained what had happened. Joey’s Dr called me back in a half hour and said, you need to get him to the hospital immediately-he is very sick. I told him I wish I could but I’m not allowed to go near him. He explained that “somehow, the blood test results got put in the back of his chart and I never saw it.” His platelet count (the component of blood that causes it to clot) was only 33,000 at the time of the test, 6 months prior. A normal platelet count is 150,000 to 400,000. As low as his was, he could have sneezed and had an aneurism. The blood red freckles are called petechiae.

The only fortunate thing about this was that Joey’s doctor was neighbors with the social worker and she took his word on it. I arrived at Orangewood Children’s Home at about noon and they told me also that he was sick and that a nurse had noticed the symptoms of a low platelet count and had done a blood test. His platelet count was 11,000. They told me that if I did not get him medical care, I would be charged with medical neglect. They mumbled something about “being happy that I wasn’t abusing him.”

With that comment and no apology I realized no one learned anything on their side…they still treated me like shit

I was referred to the best pediatric oncologist in Orange County and she rushed him in to her office. His platelet count was down to 9,000 and she filled him with gamma globulin. She did a blood marrow test too, which was harrowing. It did not stop bleeding for almost 2 hours. Now I had to wait another 2 days. Did my baby have Leukemia?

It turned out to be ITP Idiopathic Thrombocytopenic Purpura, which is a blood disorder. After a hellish year of a 3 year old on 60mgs of prednisone, it was determined he had “platelet antibodies” so his body killed his platelets as they filtered through it. He needed a Splenectomy. He had it done at 4 and a half. An Army of my family came to be with me on his surgery day-a serious Army. People flew in from everywhere to be with us (me) during this huge day.

Turns out he had two spleens. “I had twins? He asked.

He’s recovered nicely, but he is in that 10% of people whose surgery does not cure all of the ITP. If he gets sick the platelets drop…but we have it handled.

Today Joey is 23, because I let him live through his teen years.

That’s when I should have beaten him.

He was recently taken away from me once again, but this time by a beautiful girl named Alyse.

I can almost deal with it.

This will probably never happen to you, but be aware that it can. Please forward this to all the parents you know.
Joey and I after the Race for the Cure in Newport Beach