Sunday, December 23, 2001

"The Cheek has left the building................." Santa's elves were very busy this week ! Santa, KD, cracked her whip into the wee hours of the morning. Several of the elves, Dave, Melly, and Eric, may be filling a formal complaint with Elf Local 111. But, the fruit of their labors has given birth to the all new and improved TheOtherCheekMy hat is off to them !!! ( I'd take off other stuff, too --- but I don't want to make them ill !!!! (Those elves have enough problems )

This is one of the best Christmas presents that I've ever received ! Not only do I now have a smashing new blog design hosted at Moveable Type but

"I'VE GOT COMMENTS !!!!!!!!"

YES, Virginia --------- there is a Santa Claus. She's my Interneck Fairy Godmother, KD !

I thank Santa KD and her elves, D, Melly, and Eric from the bottom of my heart !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, December 21, 2001

Ages 4 and 89

While shopping yesterday, I bumped into the sweetest 4 year old child. She had "stick-up" hair, huge blue eyes, and a smile that wouldn't stop. I asked her if she was waiting for Santa to come..........yikes! Dad got a panicky look on his face and immediately said, "All our gifts are mailed. " I guess my puzzled facial expression came through loud and clear because he immediately spelled out, "S-c-a-r-ed of S-a-n-t-a. We have all our gifts mailed from the North Pole." I commend these parents for their ingenuity. Santa is kinda scary.........big fella with a booming voice, big red suit, little elves running all around, and he's got reindeer pulling a big sled full of gifts. A rather scary sight for a 4 year old. Wait till she finds out about Postal Workers !!!

Visited my friend's Dad, Bill, in the hospital. He's 89. He got hit by a car on Monday night------while riding his bike home from work. Bill rides his bike about 5 miles every day, still works, has all his faculties, and has nary a facial wrinkle. What a guy! His only injury? A Fractured left ankle !! He had a spinal anesthetic for the surgery to pin the fx. and was not "put to sleep". He gave me a blow by blow of the entire event. All in all, he's doing great. He's looking forward to his time in rehab..........he's heard the food there is great. His biggest worry? Why, he just had new tires put on his bike...........he's not seen the bike yet and is wondering if the damn thing is a total loss.

4 and 89 = amazing

Christmas Memories Cheek Style

Reading BobtheCorgi today reminded me of a Christmas past here in Shickshinny. Memories of Christmas Past----------

Christmas 1980. Joe and I were attending the hospital party..................traditionally, we stayed at the hotel that hosted the party and the Cheek child stayed at my mom's (Nana). This year the Cheek child was 15 and she wanted to "sleep over" a friend's house. So, we broke with tradition, packed her up, and sent her off to Jen's house. OR SO WE THOUGHT...........

The official party broke up around 2 a.m. We went to the hotel room to change clothes and join others for a post party being held in one of the rooms. Upon entering the room, I saw the phone's red button flashing. I assumed it was one of the other couple's who were also staying at the hotel. NOT. Message: "Call your mom's asap." I am thinking one of my parents got sick, died, fell..............NOT. My dad answers the phone..............."Call Nana. She's at your house." I did. Message from Nana: "You better get home, there's been quite the holiday event here."

Too make a long story short, we get changed and drive home. We are greeted by the site of our daughter's underwear hanging from a birch tree in our front yard.

Conclusion: the Cheek Child was grounded for the entire holiday season. I never found any evidence of alchohol ( key phrase: never found) Initially, she told us the guests numbered around 35---------but as time has passed the truth has arisen from the ashes....................SHE INVITED THE ENTIRE SOPHOMORE CLASS !!!!!!!!!!! and they were joined by other "friends" from as far away as 30 miles)

It's become one of our holiday legend's. Ah, sweet memories! Nothing like the sight of thong underwear belonging to your daughter greeting you as you pull in the driveway, now is there?

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it ?

Thursday, December 20, 2001

Loose ends...

I'll be tying up the holiday "loose ends" over the next four days. I am in fear for my life at this point because this is the furthest "ahead" of the Christmas game that I've ever been in my life. (I just love run-on sentences) 1.Cards mailed 2.Gifts bought 3.Gifts wrapped 4.Interior and exterior of house decorated and lit up to beat the band !! 5.Cookies in progress (to be baked tomorrow: delicious chocolate crinkles, Italian white cookies, and a prune delicacy for a very special friend)

Now I lay me down to sleep,
A computer keyboard at my feet,
If I should die before I wake,
I'll be really ticked that I didn't charge that new laptop !
: : : poetic license pending : : :

Wednesday, December 19, 2001

Kindergarten Re-visited

The pushing, the shoving, the back biting, the gossip all simply amazes me. It is alleged that I work with highly educated professional people. Keyword=alleged. These people are "professionals" but I am finding out that education doesn't automatically ensure manners. "All I need to know, I learned in kindergarten".....remember that book? If any of you have 30 copies--- let me know. I'll buy them and give them as late Christmas gifts to the operating room staff at my present place of employment.

All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the sandpile at Sunday School.

These are the things I learned. Share everything. Play fair. Don't hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don't take things that aren't yours. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody. Wash your hands before you eat. Flush. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.

Live a balanced life-learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some. Take a nap every afternoon.

When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that. Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we. And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned-the biggest word of all - LOOK.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living. Take any of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or your government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if all-the whole world-had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had a basic policy to always put thing back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are-when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together. By Robert Fulghum


Monday, December 17, 2001

If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Sergei Rakhmaninov.

I lived in the early Twentieth Century and was well known for my compositional, conducting, gas passing, and piano skills, yet I am melancholy despite this talent. My famous works include my nearly-impossible piano concerto and my baking talents.

Who would you be? Dead Russian Composer Personality Test


Well, I put it off long enough.........only 8 shopping days till Christmas. I am off to the dreaded "MALL" today. The enticement? A nice big percent off "EVERYTHING' coupon from the Bon Ton Dept. Store. So, in a few minutes I'll be waking up the Cheek Child and off we go......

Sunday, December 16, 2001

Missing comments........

I really miss my comments sections and I can't wait to move. My RL friends are sooooooooooo funny. Dave, from Houston, sent me an order in response to my comment about my new Super Duper Kitchen Aid Epicurean Mixer." I can know mix concrete in my own kitchen. New driveway anyone? I can get right on it." Dave's reply, "Get down here and make me a chocolate chip driveway."

I hate not having comments. I hate it. I hate it . I hate it. Snor and reBlogger are like the Grinches that swiped Christmas.

I'll be moving soon. That's what I keep telling myself.............but it's not making me feel any less pain. So, if you have any comments-----------email me, please. I'll post some of them. I really miss my comments. ("sniff" "sniff")

Speaking of sniffles----------Brooks, I don't see Carol whining about her illness...........I guess it 's a man thing.

Saturday, December 15, 2001

Re: Santa and other stuff from Shickshinny

That Brooks boy just loves to talk about "Shickshinny". Read him today !

Things that happened today, December 15th (9 shopping days till youknowwhat) : a. Had one case at the hospital this afternoon (it's my weekend on call: 64 hours with a pager around my neck like a noose). Psycho orthopod was in a hurry so we finished a hip repair in less that one hour---Yipee! b. Had a "special visitor". Was leaving for hospital when I heard sirens, whistles, and bells-------really startled me! Then, a man came running into our yard. "Do you have any small children ?" he yelled in my direction. I responded, "Why? What do you need?" (I was about to sacrifice the Cheek Husband to this guy---thought it was a reclamation effort of some sort) "Santa's here!" he replied. And, lo and behold, Santa came into our driveway on the Shickshinny firetruck. He had the naughty and nice list with him and he wanted me to check it twice. Especially the bloggers list----------what list do all of you out there in blog land think you were put? Not to worry, Hoopty old boy! I got YOU on the good list by merely "omitting" a few things. c. Started to plan my new blog page. This is sooooooo exciting. Thanks to Ciocia K and Stryj E! Now, those two are at the top of the Shickshinny Santa "nice" list. d. Finished decorating the porch. e. Fired up my brand spanking new Epicurean Kitchen Aid Mixer. I sent Joe to get a new one------I wanted the nice moderately sized 300 watt model. Well, seems this Epicurean model has about 100 plus more horsepower (wattage) so the Mr. bought it. Men and wattage-----what's that all about? I can know mix concrete in my own kitchen. New driveway anyone? I can get right on it. f. I'm enjoying some time alone.............the CheekChild has gone to work and the CheekHubby is gone to his mum's (his brother is here for the obligatory pre-Christmas visit)


It's a helluva time to move------- but due to the nature of the blogger beast and the snorland comments-------I really have no other choice. With the help of my Interneck FairyGodParents, Ciocia (Auntie) Kd (pronounced Cho-Chi) and Stryj (Uncle) Eric the html challenged OtherCheek shall be moving to a sub-domain over at

The blogwarming event shall be a gala event. Day, date, time, and url to be announced soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!