Rochas and the wedge

So a few weeks ago Barneys set out an email with a Rochas python wedge as it's belle de jour...& I like the good Pavlov's dog I am started to drool. But in my "I will not spend any more money" frenzy I didn't order them right then and there. Instead when my Rochas Fisherman sandal (that's a story unto itself) arrived a size too large I rushed to the phone to ask Steve (my wonderful Barneys LA rep) to put aside a smaller pair for moi. & while he was at it, why not go ahead and send me out those darling wedges, never dreaming I'd keep them?

Well they arrived, a 1/2 size too small!!! But did I do the wise thing & return them? Seeing as how they were the last pair on the planet (I even called what number I could find for Rochas) I kept them. Wonder if I can get a foot reduction...I mean it is worth it right?

Health Care

Ok, I know this topic is being beaten to death in the news...& of course it's not "sponsored" by an insurance company (I just learned that term today) so it will not be able to see a doctor & will suffer even further...but I just must. My best friend's husband was in an accident last Saturday- a bad accident but nothing that we thought couldn't be handled by the capable hands at "County" as it is affectionately referred to. After all while he had shattered his leg the rest of him was in pretty good shape. So good that he was able to order a turkey sandwich from Whole Foods when asked. They were supposed to operate that night, setting his bones with pins & sending him on his merry way. But alas, the poor old lady that "County" is, she just couldn't get it together- after all it was a Saturday night in the City of Angeles & getting your party on sometimes means there will be casualties. So as the waiting room filled up with your garden variety gun shot wounds, car accidents, a knife stabbing & overdoses Michael's needs got pushed to the back burner. Time marched on. Then came the moment after a day of sitting in the hospital, his wife & mother & father & step father & friends by his side when a piece of fat from inside of his mangled bone seeped into his blood steam causing several strokes. Of course no one knew at the time that is what it was, no one in attendance was trained in medicine, apparently including the nurses on call because not one of them seemed alarmed, telling the distraught family that it must be a case of too many pain killers & to just wait it out. We did what we were told. When the morning came & still no improvement his wife DEMANDED an MRI, which was akin in difficulty to pulling the teeth of a chicken. The slowest movement ever. Informed with the results did they spring into action applying multiple therapeutic treatments? Did they hyper oxygenate him? Or administer clot dissolving drugs? Did you guess correctly? Maybe they need a computer & someone to show them how to use Google or Web MD. To date they have done NOTHING but give him saline. Maybe not the best treatment for a stroke...ya think? I know they are pushed beyond any imaginable limit, being the ONLY option in a city of something over 10 million people, many of which have no access to health insurance & so I don't really fault them too much- when you have nothing left what can you possibly give?

Dinner & a movie

Well, dinner anyway...Tonight Dave & I took Lange to the Burbank Chipotle (check out this site for nutrition information www.chipotlefan.com) for dinner. All was going exceptionally well until Dave knocked a bottle of Tabasco off of the table, Lange put his foot in my salad, I spliied and Lange's beans & rice ended up on him & the floor & just to top it off, Dave didn't hear me ask him to secure the lid on my to go plate & all my guac ended up on the chair.

We then rode the escalator up and down 10 times & generally ran amok. The sun set & we ended the night by listening to a Beatles some played by some random man on the street. It was a perfect date.

tonight rules

lange is asleep- & my husband is in the next room. it is so quiet. i love them & i love my life, good thing i still have it.

Carlos Tejada R.I.P.

This morning my mom called me, she was tired, had not slept all night. At first she didn't want to tell me why, wanted to wait until she could see me in person, but of course after saying that I made her divulge all. With a heavy heart & tears choking her voice she told me her long time friend Carlos drowned over the weekend. So so so sad. I am used to death or so I thought. For some reason I am taking this one hard. He leaves behind a grief stricken family, our hearts go out to them all.

the first time

well kids, thought I'd jump on this bandwagon & start a blog. why would anyone be interested is beyond me but since I am interested in you I thought I'd try this exchange...