Showing posts with label Steve Buscemi Cool. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steve Buscemi Cool. Show all posts

Sunday, May 5, 2013

13 years ago today ...

Was my due date for the 4th Minion of Chaos™. It was also my Mum's 61st birthday, and exactly 10 weeks since my father had passed away.

No pressure, or anything, right?


Things seemed a little 'off' that morning- enough that I was concerned for my baby. Normally, if the baby wasn't moving much, all I had to do was poke my belly, and the baby would wake up and 'poke back' (usually a kick). This morning, however, there no response to my pokes and prods.

I've always been a bit of a birth nerd, and so had read enough books and textbooks to know that this wasn't a good sign. That, coupled with a few other things (namely, heightened paranoia due to grieving), was cause enough for me to call my Doctor and ask Himself to take us to the hospital, pronto.

Baby started kicking a little en route, but the kicks seemed feeble, so even though I was relieved to know that my baby was definitely alive, I was still concerned that things were not great.

Before too long, we were in a room on the "high risk" ward, and while by then my baby was moving and squirming consistently, there was still some concern about the amount of bleeding I was having, which was certainly heavier than I'd had with any of my other babies. Eventually, my doctor decided the bleeding really wasn't anything alarming, I definitely wasn't in labour, and after having an ultrasound (my first ever, in fact), we were all assured that everything was just fine, and baby had just been sleepy (or, more accurately, stubborn- but I digress).

I wasn't in labour, but I was 3-4 cm dilated, so my doctor offered me a choice; I could go home, and would probably have the baby in the next few days, or she could break my water, and we'd "see what happens" (I'm not even kidding, those were her words!).

Now, if you read the opening paragraph, you might be able to see what influenced my decision in that moment:

It was my due date.    It was my Mum's birthday.    Mum was not looking forward to her birthday, because my Dad had just passed away ...


A grandchild born on her birthday might brighten things for her. 

It's also worth noting that my cousin's firstborn child was born on our grandmother's birthday, the year that my grandfather had passed away; and my father always thought it was the greatest thing, the best gift his Mum could have received that year.

And hey, there was the added incentive of not being 40 weeks pregnant anymore ...


So I opted for option "B". The doctor ruptured the membranes, and 75 minutes later, at 2:57PM CDT, our biggest baby was born.

A boy.         BIG boy.   He was 4.77 kilos (10 lbs 8.1 oz) and 60 cms (23.5") long.

He very quickly earned the name of Sir Squeaks-A-Lot, because he would make the cutest little squeaking sounds while he nursed. This often got shortened to "Sir Squeaks", and as he got older, to "Squeaky boy", and eventually it was further shortened to just "Squeaker", or "Squeak" (which we still call him today, but not in front of his friends!).

I am biased, of course, but he was a beautiful baby. He still is beautiful. I am often surprised by how much he reminds me of my Dad, only with blue eyes and fairer hair.


 
He was born under the sign of the bull, and is a true Taurus, through and through. You cannot make this boy (pardon me, Young Man!) do anything he does not wish to do. He won't fuss or whine. that's not his style. Nope, not a complaint from him about it. He just won't *do* it.
He's also very laid back, and funny. He loves to make statements that begin "Hmm ... I wonder what would happen if you were to ...??" (Insert any unusual idea you can think of here).

And this? This is what he does when you remind him that school portraits cost money, so "Please smile nicely this year" ...


 
That's right, you get his "Stephen King" impersonation. He is his mother's child, after all, warped sense of humour and all.

He's quiet. (You have to watch the quiet ones).
He can be very persuasive, too- there are tales of hijinks with friends who afterwards, couldn't rightly recall whose idea it was to tie a rope to the bedpost and repel down the side of the house ... (It must have been their own idea, surely?)

He's already spoken for, too. You see, my friend Phoebe's elder daughter, affectionately known as "Miss Mim", put her mark on him back when they were wee toddlers ...
 
But above all else, he is my Squeak; my sweet, funny boy, who is not just cool; he's Steve Buscemi Cool.

Happy Birthday, Squeaker.

This photo was taken last summer- he claimed he was playing "Peek-a-Boo!", but really, he was just hiding from the camera in such a way that it was hard to be annoyed with him ...

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

An Evening to Remember

Our youngest son is going to be 10 in September. Being a kid, he has been thinking about and planning for his birthday since just after Christmas.  Oh, who are we kidding? He’s probably been thinking about it since about 10 minutes after his last birthday party ended.
 
But he started speaking about it to ME after Christmas. Being 9, his birthday wishes changed at least once a week. “I would like this!” “I would like that!”. I waited it out, knowing that eventually he would solidify his plans on his own.

Like his mama, he is a big lover of music. He even has a favourite band-
Great Big Sea. A few months ago, he told me that what he’d really like the very most in the whoooooollle wide world for his birthday was to go to a Great Big Sea concert.

In the interests of wish fulfillment, I looked into where they might be playing in and around his birthday.  Sadly, their only posted gig for my timeframe was in August, in Newfoundland. Now believe me, this would *not* be a personal hardship to have to travel to Newfoundland, along with my son, in order to take him to see his favourite band ... Financially, however, that is another matter. Driving is too complicated, and flights are rather expensive (for about $300 more, I could take both of us to Ireland. This would not Go Down Well with the other Minions of Chaos, Not At All).

:sigh:  But then came a concert announcement from
livenation. Alan Doyle, a member of Great Big Sea, was going on tour to promote his début solo album: “Boy on Bridge”. And there was a date local to us, as well, although it wasn’t anywhere near his birthday.

After some discussions back and forth with the Littlest Man and Himself, it was agreed that this was a pretty decent substitute for the desired concert (there went my personal hope for the trip to The Rock, alas).


Tickets were purchased, and the excitement and countdown began.

The concert was last night, and he showed remarkable self-restraint in only calling me at work once yesterday ... “What time are you coming home, and when are we going to the concert?” was what I heard through the phone line after I said “Hello?”.

As it happened, I got home from work with just enough time to quickly change my clothes, grab the tickets, and grab him. The concert was being held downtown and the doors were set to open at 7PM, so I didn’t want to be cutting our time too fine, in case we had difficulties finding parking nearby.  I ended up finding parking in a parkade one block west of the venue, which I thought was pretty decent.
 

It was precisely at the moment that we exited the parkade that the rain changed from the light drizzle it had been all day into a near-torrential downpour. I’m really not exaggerating here, the streets went from looking shiny from the water, to having puddles stretching half-way across the road.

We didn’t have an umbrella, nor were we wearing raincoats. I covered Boo as best as I could with my hoodie, and we did our best to hop over the puddles.  By the time we got to the shelter of the canopy, we were both pretty drenched. One helpful fellow, at the head of the line, offered us his umbrella (haha, very funny!). We managed to just fit under the end of the canopy, and people who came after us, basically huddled beside us, rather than standing in the wet ...

Not exactly sure how long we had to wait in line, but it probably wasn’t more than 10 minutes or so, and while we were wet, and now cold, too, we were both content to stand and smile at our fellow concert-goers. Everyone watched and cheered (jeered?) loudly at a person’s efforts to parallel park their car in a rather tight spot across the street. They definitely bumped the car behind them, at least twice. The clapping and cheering that ensued gave me reason to believe this wasn’t the first car to attempt to part in this spot, and that said attempts had been the pre-show entertainment for those people who were ahead of us in line (who had probably been waiting an hour).

Before too long, the doors to the hall were opened, and we were able to go inside (and attempt to dry off).  Since we’d been rushing to get out the door, Boo was hungry, so we got into the line for the canteen in the hopes of securing a snack to tide him over. While we were waiting in line, a man approached asking if anyone in the line-up would like a copy of Alan’s CD. Several people, including both myself and the Littlest Man, said “Yes” (I mean, DUH!). He handed a copy to the guy waiting behind us, and another copy to Boo.

And to think I’d assumed he was selling them, and was about to ask him how much they were ...

So by this point, Boo was completely over being wet. After all, he just got a Slush Puppy, a chocolate bar, AND a Free CD!  I quietly pointed out to him that things like that don’t normally happen at a concert, fearing his expectations be put way out of whack by this awesome, yet rare, occurrence ...

He shrugged.

We went into the hall itself to find seats (the tickets said it was “rush seating”- another reason to get there early). The hall used to be a movie theatre, you would enter from under the upper level seats, and the front section was divided from the upper section by an aisle way with a low wall on either side. This was still the basic set-up, only the seats from the lower section have been removed, and for the concert, several round tables had been set up around the edges, with a large area in front of the stage for standing and/or dancing. There didn’t appear to be any tables with spots open, and looking up into the seats, most of the open seats were so far back as to be unsuitable for a small-ish boy to enjoy his first concert, so I suggested to him that we stand up front, instead.

He was reluctant to do this at first, telling me he wanted “to sit to be able to enjoy the concert”, but I pointed out that the free seats in the upper level were pretty far back, and he might not be able to see over other people’s heads. I said “Why don’t we stand up here for now, and decide later?”.

 We ended up standing right in front of the stage, off to our left (which I believe is considered “Stage Right” in theatre terms- but it’s been awhile). Thankfully, we weren’t right in front of the speakers, but we were pretty close ... Boo ran back to the lobby a time or two to get more snacks, and to see if there was a Swag table set up.

Otherwise, we passed the time looking at the instruments on stage- Boo recognized the Yamaha symbol on the drum set, and we mused over whether or not two of the guitars in the guitar rack (there were 4 or 5!) were Takamine guitars (same brand as his guitar teacher). (they were, btw- this boy is definitely his Mama’s kid). Boo was getting restless, wondering when the show was going to start, so I took the time to explain to him that there would be an opening act prior to Alan hitting the stage, and after he asked, explained why there was such a thing as an opening act.

The opening act, Dustin Bentall, hit the stage at about 8PM. Boo was transfixed. It was a great set, and at the end of it, Dustin mentioned he’d be selling CD’s in the lobby after his set. He had two available, and we bought one of each, which he signed for us, personalizing one specifically for Boo.

This concert stuff’s looking pretty good to him now, let me tell you. I’m starting to wonder how anything else he goes to after this will hold up ...

Before we knew it, it was time to go back in for Alan’s set. We resumed our “seats” by the stage, and from our vantage point, we caught a glimpse of his musical hero before he took to the stage.

He had a blast. I had been slightly worried he’d be disappointed, not knowing too many of the songs, but he wasn’t. He danced a little (I think he was worried about looking too silly in front of Mr Doyle), he clapped a lot, he shouted “Whoo hoo!” as appropriate ... All in all, a fantastic set.

He got confused when Kris MacFarlane, who he recognized as the drummer from Great Big Sea, came to the front of the stage where we were standing and offered him his hand. By the time he got over being star-struck, Kris had given up on the handshake, and offered him his drumsticks, instead!

The band left the stage, and the audience started shouting and clapping- I explained the concept of an Encore- and then he got right into that, too. (But he was still awestruck over the drumsticks in his hand).

Of course, the band came back on for an encore, and during their encore set, they called Dustin to come up and play with them. It was during this song that Mr Doyle himself came up to the front of the stage where we were and gave Boo the guitar pick he was using for his mandolin ... (in case you’ve lost track, he has now received: one free Alan Doyle CD, two signed Dustin Bentall CDs, a pair of drumsticks *and* a guitar pick).
 
After the show, Alan came out to the lobby to meet his fans, sign CDs and get his picture taken with people, etc. (Alas, we did not bring the camera- ARGH!) Boo went and spoke some more with Dustin (he was very polite and down to earth, btw). People kept coming up to us and were surprised to see the drumsticks- evidently they had seen the pick hand-off, but not the drumstick one ... Several people asked if Kris had signed the drumsticks (he had not).

We waited patiently in line for our turn to meet Alan and get our CDs signed- by this time, Boo was wondering, loudly (for the benefit of those around him, I’m sure) if he would get in trouble if he was late for school in the morning ... two of the women standing in line beside us turned to him and said he should ask Alan for a note if he was hoping to be able to sleep in. They were teachers, they told us, and they would know if he didn’t. It was quite funny to see his reaction.

When it was our turn to get autographs, Boo smiled hugely and thanked Alan for the pick, and then told him how this had been his first concert ever, and how Great Big Sea was his favourite band. Alan was gracious (though he seemed quite exhausted). “Thank-you, brother”, he said to Boo before we left. 

Sadly, there was no sign of Kris MacFarlane. We decided to ask some of the venue’s staff if Kris might be around to sign the drumsticks, but they said they figured he was already on the bus.

So we headed out to the car, taking the lane beside the building instead of going the way we had come, as it was shorter. As we passed the back lane behind the theatre, we saw a rather large tour bus. I didn’t need to tell Boo what that was about! I suggested we could always knock on the door of the bus and see if Kris was there- he was uncertain, but we decided to “go for it”. I told him the worst that would happen was he wouldn’t be there, or they would tell us to go away...

 But Kris himself opened the door, and came out and chatted with us for a few minutes. He was incredibly friendly, was able to accurately guess Boo’s age (he has two sons himself), and just proved overall that he is, in point of fact, Steve Buscemi Cool.



And yes, he signed the sticks.
 

Now tell me, honestly, is *any* other concert EVER going to be able to touch that, nevermind top it?!








I don’t think so.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Twelve!



Now, really- how did that go by so quickly?

Oh, right- we were busy ferrying children to one activity or another, next thing you know, you wake up and your second youngest child is twelve.


12!

This means that, legally, he can now be left at home alone. He is considered old enough to babysit.

And he probably feels ready to look after other children, too ... But that doesn't mean *I'm* ready for that ...

But I digress. This is about my son, not my inability to 'let go' ...

Squeak, as we often call him, or "Sir Squeaks-A-Lot", as his nickname originally started out, was born (obviously) in the year 2000. He earned his nickname within a day or two of being born, as he was apt to make the cutest little squeaking sound when he was nursing (or just generally happy).

Right from the get-go, he was generally content, but very sure of what he wanted and didn't want- a true Taurus in temperament, he will not be persuaded to do anything *he* doesn't want to do, but he has a natural curiosity and zest for trying new things that is often contagious. He is charismatic, and has a quirky sense of humour.

People flock to him- in the past 2.5 years, he has had to change schools twice (once due to our move, the other because he was entering "middle school"), but each time, he has come home from said new school with at least two new friends, both within the first few days. I envy the ease with which he makes friends, and the way he retains them, too. I realize I am biased, but this kid is truly Steve Buscemi Cool.

In spite of the above description, he is surprisingly quiet- and I always warn people; "You have to watch the quiet ones" ... he is forever listening, observing, and probably coming up with new ways to Rule The World.

Plans for World Domination, I suspect, proceed apace.

This year, his birthday falls on a Saturday, and his master plan is to have a birthday party ON his birthday. He's only inviting a few of his friends- his entire hockey team, and half of his class. I wish I was exaggerating; we sent out 22 invitations.

Wish me luck.



(Ed note: this post was originally written about two hours before the Birthday Extravaganza. For soem reason, it was sitting in my draughts folder, rather than having been published. Evidently, I have not been checking in lately ... oops!)

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Excuse me while I take a moment to name drop, and brag about my totally awesome friend

This is another post about someone else's blog. Let's call it what it is; "Lazyblogging".

But it's more than that- I intend to share with you my top four favourite blogs this week.

Today's topical blog is, in all honesty, probably my absolute favourite, because its creator is a dear friend; we've been friends for 11 years.

Let me tell you a bit about her- she is the mother of four children, two boys and two girls. She is American-born and raised, and is currently living in Dublin, Eire (which, incidentally, is my father's hometown, so I'm mad jealous of her).

When we first met, Phoebe had three of her four children. her daughter (then the baby of the family) was just shy of her first birthday. My Squeaky Boy was 15 months.

The two "babies" (toddlers?!) hit it off immediately- quite literally, in fact: Miss Mim would punch Squeak in the arm, and then, while he was distracted, steal food from his plate. Phoebe joked that perhaps someday they might marry, a joke that we still make reference to today ("How's my future son-in-law?").

Phoebe and I have many bizarre things in common- including, but not limited to, a rather twisted sense of humour. We often, along with another mutual friend, have such eerily similar thoughts on things it's rather like we share a brain. It's creepy and funny, all at the same time.

We have similar tastes in music, too. In fact, one of the bands I introduced her to has become a favourite for her entire family, especially their youngest daughter, the dynamic and dazzling Miss Maura. The band is Great Big Sea, and every time I hear "Ordinary Day", I think of Phoebe and Maura.

Phoebe is a writer, and has been keeping a blog for a few years now. Recently, she posted about "The R word", a post that has since gone viral (having been tweeted and re-tweeted by celebrities such as Pink). Keep in mind, she didn't post about this because she wanted to be the next Internet Sensation. She wrote about what was on her mind, some of us shared it, and it went viral because *she* is very cool. Not just cool, Steve Buscemi Cool.

So, do check out her blog- not just for the post that was seen around the world- stop in, sit down, and share a laugh at the exploits of her amazing and wonderful family ...

Phoebe can be found @ Herding Cats

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

*This* is the power of love, in action

There are many very interesting blogs out there, but of course, most of us don't have the time to read too many of them.

Even so, I highly recommend checking out Dan Pearce's "Single Dad Laughing", in particular, this post:

A Teen's Brave Response. It's three pages long. It may be difficult to get through it; I myself cried because my heart ached so much while reading it.

But believe me, it is worth the struggle. This is an amazing example of how to choose the path of love over hate.

The son's bravery is evident, and highly praised by readers, as well it should be. But the transformative power of love is best seen through his mother's decision to choose love over hate. Her honesty and bravery in sharing that she was once full of hatred and publicly admitting that she was wrong ... that's not just cool, that's Steve Buscemi Cool.

I would like to thank Dan for his original post: "I'm Christian, Unless You're Gay". I would like to thank "One Proud Mom" for her bravery. I would like to hug her and her teenage son.



Love is an amazing thing.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Not just cool, Steve Buscemi Cool

The title of this post is a saying you are probably going to run across (more than once or twice) if you decide to follow along here for any length of time. Because it will likely be an oft-used expression, it bears explaining.

To some of you, the meaning of the expression is probably self-evident, in which case, “Yay!”

But for those of you unfamiliar with the coolness that is Steve Buscemi ...

Steve Buscemi is an American actor who is perhaps best known for his roles in films such as “Reservoir Dogs”, “Fargo”, “The Big Lebowski” and “Armageddon”. He was also the voice of “Randall” in “Monsters, Inc.”, had a small but creepy character role in “Con Air”, and many other roles, both large and small, in countless other films. I have long enjoyed watching him in films, and while I am not certain, I think I first took note of him in “Pulp Fiction”.

He is very distinctive-looking, making him easily recognizable in almost any role, but this never detracts from his performance; one would never say “Oh look, Steve Buscemi is being Steve Buscemi again” (as some people say about Jack Black or Bruce Willis, e.g.).

This alone is cool.

But not Steve Buscemi Cool.

No, Steve Buscemi defines cool because of something else, something he once did that was so amazing I have checked multiple sources in an attempt to avoid the pitfall of believing an urban legend...

The thing that makes Steve Buscemi the metre stick for cool against which all other things are measured is as follows: In 2001, on the 11th of September, two airplanes were flown into the World Trade Centre Buildings in New York City, NY. This is, of course, a well-known, catastrophic event. It is also well known that fire fighter crews worked around the clock for at least a week, sifting through the rubble of these buildings in the hopes of finding survivors and/or answers. What is less well known is the fact that Steve Buscemi, a former New York City firefighter himself, reported to his old fire station on the 12th of September, 2001, and worked 12 hour shifts alongside other firefighters doing this job.


Yeah, that’s pretty f*cking cool.


But not Steve Buscemi Cool.


No, Steve Buscemi Cool is the fact that he did this, for a week, ANONYMOUSLY. No fanfare, no photo ops, no “I’m a big Hollywood star, and I’m here to HELP, notice me!”.

Nope, not Steve ... in fact, he refused to even let his photo be taken.


Now, *that’s* Steve Buscemi Cool.



Yeah, I figured you’d agree.


Don’t just take *my* word for it, check out these sources for yourself. Check here for starters. Another source.