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I'm back!  And just in time, too.  I was ready to chuck my breastpump out the window.  It did its job well, I was just so sick of pumping.  I pumped in airports, the hotel, and the Jeopardy Green Room-how many people can say that last one?

Not much I can reveal until the airdate (March 22nd!  Save the date!).  [livejournal.com profile] duckierose  came to the hotel for a sleepover.  She took me out to dinner at a Himalayan restaurant (at ground level) the night before, and we caught up what we've been doing the past seven years(!) since Kenyon.  Then I crashed at 9.

Still on EST, I woke up at 4 a.m. and snuck out of the room so as not to wake Rose.  I left an obscure facebook status update-"Megan is off to see the wizard.", and decided to call my brother Trevor, since he just got out of the army and I figured he'd still be waking up at 0700 hours.  He was awake, and we had a good talk about all kinds of things.  He had asked me the week before if his wife's sister, who lives in L.A., could come to the taping, but she wasn't able to get off work.  I found out that this wasn't an innocent query.  Trevor knew I wasn't going to tell anyone the outcome, so he was going to use Joanna as a spy.  Trevor's job in the army?  Logistics.  Well, it didn't work.  And now I'm going to be sure not to let the slightest hint escape me when I see him at Christmastime.

Its hard to say anything about how my day went because I can't reveal how I did until March 22nd.  So I'll just say that everyone there, including Alex, were so nice, and really worked hard to relax us and get us to have a good time.  Oh, and I did get my wish of not being picked first.  I actually went on the fourth game, so I got to go to lunch on Sony's dime.  And who should be standing next to me in the salad bar line but Seth Rogan?  I tried to talk to him but he was very focused on staying in character or so he ignored my conversational gambit of talking about the pumpkin seeds there.  So I got my Hollywood celebrity sighting.

Rose had a blast in the audience, I think I can safely say.  Alex Trebek comes out at the commercial breaks and takes questions from the audience.  And he'll answer absolutely anything.  He was in a goofy mood that day.  

I'm glad I'm back to my bubba.  He was good for Matthew during the days, but at night he would keep waking up screaming.  Matthew finally gave up trying to get him back to sleep and they got up at 2:30 am to watch Sesame Street.  Thank God for PBS Sprout.
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I'm back!  And just in time, too.  I was ready to chuck my breastpump out the window.  It did its job well, I was just so sick of pumping.  I pumped in airports, the hotel, and the Jeopardy Green Room-how many people can say that last one?

Not much I can reveal until the airdate (March 22nd!  Save the date!).  [livejournal.com profile] duckierose  came to the hotel for a sleepover.  She took me out to dinner at a Himalayan restaurant (at ground level) the night before, and we caught up what we've been doing the past seven years(!) since Kenyon.  Then I crashed at 9.

Still on EST, I woke up at 4 a.m. and snuck out of the room so as not to wake Rose.  I left an obscure facebook status update-"Megan is off to see the wizard.", and decided to call my brother Trevor, since he just got out of the army and I figured he'd still be waking up at 0700 hours.  He was awake, and we had a good talk about all kinds of things.  He had asked me the week before if his wife's sister, who lives in L.A., could come to the taping, but she wasn't able to get off work.  I found out that this wasn't an innocent query.  Trevor knew I wasn't going to tell anyone the outcome, so he was going to use Joanna as a spy.  Trevor's job in the army?  Logistics.  Well, it didn't work.  And now I'm going to be sure not to let the slightest hint escape me when I see him at Christmastime.

Its hard to say anything about how my day went because I can't reveal how I did until March 22nd.  So I'll just say that everyone there, including Alex, were so nice, and really worked hard to relax us and get us to have a good time.  Oh, and I did get my wish of not being picked first.  I actually went on the fourth game, so I got to go to lunch on Sony's dime.  And who should be standing next to me in the salad bar line but Seth Rogan?  I tried to talk to him but he was very focused on staying in character or so he ignored my conversational gambit of talking about the pumpkin seeds there.  So I got my Hollywood celebrity sighting.

Rose had a blast in the audience, I think I can safely say.  Alex Trebek comes out at the commercial breaks and takes questions from the audience.  And he'll answer absolutely anything.  He was in a goofy mood that day.  

I'm glad I'm back to my bubba.  He was good for Matthew during the days, but at night he would keep waking up screaming.  Matthew finally gave up trying to get him back to sleep and they got up at 2:30 am to watch Sesame Street.  Thank God for PBS Sprout.
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Well, hello there!  I am back in Baltimore and I am back to my beloved computer, which Matthew cleaned up and made run faster when I was away.  I love having a computer geek in-house.

The train ride was not too bad, and I was able to juggle all my stuff.  Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] k8land for the suggestion of swapping the diaper bag for a backpack.  As soon as Mom & Christina picked us up, he started crying hysterically and threw up all over his snowsuit.  He cried for the entire car trip to Farmington.  Not a good way to get nephews and neices from Christina & Trevor, but truth in advertising, I suppose.

It turned out Biggie had croup, a viral infection, so we spent most of the 10 days at home just letting him rest and get better.  I delayed my train ticket back two days to make sure he was 100%.  Plus Grandma was going back then, so she could be on the train with us for half of the trip.  Ever since she retired, she has been King Lear-ing it up, traveling between her three kids houses, and only going back to hers to pick up mail.

It snowed every day in Rochester, but just an inch or two that was swiftly cleared off the streets.  I only went out to see a friend down the street, but Biggie was sufficiently amused just by all the new things in the house to look at, and touch, and put in his mouth.

Trevor made it home on the 13th.  He understandably wanted to spend Valentine's Day with his wife, but we saw him several times after that.  The first few times Biggie was fussy, and he was worried that he didn't like him, but at the end of the week Biggie was back to his usual spirits and cooing all over the place.

Biggie and Mom got on like a house on fire.  He would look at her even when he was in my arms, and would reach out to her.  She adores him too.  My Mom and I have a complicated relationship sometimes, so I'm glad they can have such a sweet uncomplicated one.  He was convinced that she still had milk, though.  He headbutted her and felt her up a few times.  He's never done that to another woman before.  She must smell like me.

When we were waiting in the Amtrak room at Penn Station-NYC, a great cheer went up.  I saw the back of Vice President Joe Biden's head sweep by with a big entourage.  With all the transportation options available to him now, he still takes the train.  He used to take it home to Delaware every night when he was a Senator.

Biggie had enough on our final leg of the journey.  He cried for an hour straight.  I felt so badly for him, and for the others trapped on the train with us.  When we finally made it home, all the roads and sidewalks had been cleared (hooray!), with dirty snow mountains pushed on the corners of the blocks.  We both slept for 9 hours straight.

CAL RIPKEN

Dec. 18th, 2008 04:58 pm
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We're in the private school league for basektball, which means that a lot of scared white kids come here to East Baltimore for our home games.  Tuesday we were playing a certain very elite private school.  I was in the front hallway where the ticket table is witing with my kids for their parents to pick them up.  A tall man came in who looked a little familiar.  The St. Frances student who was at the ticket table said, "You're not who I think you are, are you?"

"Oh, probably not," he said.

I lost track of what else they were saying until she started screaming, "Oh my God!  You're CAL RIPKEN!"  Everytime someone passed by in the hallway, she said "That's CAL RIPKEN!", and when he bought his ticket, she said, "here's your ticket, CAL RIPKEN,"

I felt so badly for the poor man.  Apparently his son plays basketball for the elite private school we were playing.

CAL RIPKEN

Dec. 18th, 2008 04:58 pm
girafferty: (Default)
We're in the private school league for basektball, which means that a lot of scared white kids come here to East Baltimore for our home games.  Tuesday we were playing a certain very elite private school.  I was in the front hallway where the ticket table is witing with my kids for their parents to pick them up.  A tall man came in who looked a little familiar.  The St. Frances student who was at the ticket table said, "You're not who I think you are, are you?"

"Oh, probably not," he said.

I lost track of what else they were saying until she started screaming, "Oh my God!  You're CAL RIPKEN!"  Everytime someone passed by in the hallway, she said "That's CAL RIPKEN!", and when he bought his ticket, she said, "here's your ticket, CAL RIPKEN,"

I felt so badly for the poor man.  Apparently his son plays basketball for the elite private school we were playing.

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