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September 30, 2009

Accepting Help

Well, since I wrote this, over a year ago, things have only gotten worse.
Shortly after I wrote that post I got a steroid injection in my shoulder which gave me some relief for about 3-4 months. So it flared up again, and I tried to ignore it, until it got so bad that I was in constant pain. A couple of months ago my doctor scheduled me for another shoulder injection. This time I got no relief. Before the injection, they gave me a comprehensive ultrasound, and the results were not good. Fraying tendons, misshaped capsule, substantial inflammation. Not good.
A little less than 5 years ago I had shoulder surgery. The recovery was HORRIBLE. It was months before I could use my arm. How could I go through that with a toddler?

As I said in the post I linked to, the pain makes everything harder. EVERYTHING. I'm exhausted by the end of the day.

So, I finally bit the bullet. We hired a mother's helper. It's only for 8 hours a week, but it is going to be so helpful. We're not looking at it as a luxury, we're looking at it as a necessity. I am so thankful that my husband's new salary is making it so that we can afford some help. We really need help.
My husband also wants me to hire someone to come and clean at least a couple of times a month. He's totally right- we should do that- It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to clean, however, there is a part of me that feels so weird about hiring people to help me.
When I go to parties, you'll often find me chatting with the waiters, or the kitchen staff. I feel awkward having people do things for me. I don't ever want anyone to think that I'm entitled or spoiled.

I trying to learn how to accept help, but It's hard. I think maybe it's because I'm not OK with needing help. I want to be independent. I want to be able to do it all.

I don't want to be trapped in this body that keeps failing me.

But I am.

September 08, 2009

My day

I have been on the phone for six hours straight (I can't tell you why yet- hopefully I'll be able to in the future) and it's not even for something fun, like winning concert tickets. I am stressed and in tears.

We are out of toilet paper and most food, but I can't go to the supermarket because I haven't washed my hair since Friday.

I have two zits on my forehead.

I have eleventy billion things to do.

I'm hungry. I would like some warm chocolate chip cookies please.

We won't even talk about my shoulder and back.

July 29, 2009

Things I'm Enjoying 3

Emails From Crazy People
Look At This Fucking Hipster
Probably Bad News
Health Insurance Consumer Protections
There's Something Stuck in EVERYONE'S Vagina
Blogging with Integrity
Lease
Worst Band Names
Google Voice Says What?
The Meat of the Problem

*If you have any great links, leave a comment. If I use your link in my next Things I'm Enjoying post, I'll link to your blog.

Things I'm Enjoying 2
Things I'm Enjoying

July 28, 2009

Cue the tiny violins

I'm not writing, because I don't want to complain.
It's not so much that I'm worried about annoying my readers, as it is I'm worried about annoying myself.
I'm sick of my negative attitude and my lack of gratitude.
I want to be a positive, grateful person.

I should be thankful that my husband even has a job, not complaining about how for the first two weeks of his new job he will leave the house at 5:45am and not come home until after 8:00pm.
I should be thankful for what an amazing husband I have, who does more than his fare share, instead of selfishly worrying about me not getting a break.
I should be thankful for the roof over my head, not constantly worrying about money.
I should be thankful that I'm able to walk and have access to great medical care, not complaining about how much pain I'm in, and how I can barely use my right arm.
I should be thankful that my husband had 5 weeks off, instead of being disappointed in myself for all of the things I didn't get accomplished.

I'm tired of worrying and complaining about everything, but it's a really hard habit to break.

May 12, 2009

That sound you just heard was my head exploding

My kid has been up since 5am, and she is currently refusing to nap.
She was cranky and whiny ALL MORNING. I know she's tired, but still, she won't nap. Which means this afternoon is going to be TONS of fun.
Willa normally wakes up around 7am, but for the past 9 or 10 days the latest she has woken up is 6:30.
I'm REALLY hoping it's because she is teething, and then when her teeth break through she will go back to her old schedule.

Most of the things you can do with kids- museums, libraries, the mall- don't open until 10am, so I've been struggling to keep her occupied in the morning.

This could not be happening at a worse time. I've got a billionty things going on.
Today I have to make and drop of dinner for a family of 5. (One of the moms in my playgroup just had a baby.)
Tomorrow, my mom is coming to stay, and I have to attend a dinner.
Thursday, the husband is working over night. (Which means he'll leave for work at 6am on Thursday and not be home until about 10am on Friday.)
Friday is Willa's birthday- we're taking her to the Bronx Zoo.
Saturday, we're taking Willa to a carnival during the day, and going to a party at night.
And Sunday is Willa's birthday party. We are expecting 35-40 people.
I have to get the decorations and the favors, and clean the house, and make the cake, and cook all the food, and, and , and- EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO BREATHE INTO A PAPER BAG.

I have no idea how I'm going to get everything done- especially with a cranky, clingy kid who won't nap.

I'm exhausted.

March 12, 2009

One year ago

Manic.

I pretty much still feel the same way today.

January 07, 2009

Am I Old?

Some reasons why I know I'm getting older:

1) I'm obsessed with NPR. If I could, I would listen to it all day.
2) I'm someone's mother.
3) I have to have a cup of tea every day.
4) The music in Abercrombie and Fitch is entirely too loud.
5) Speaking of music, I really do think a lot of it just sounds like noise.
6) People who were born the year I graduated from high school can get a driver's license.
7) When it's damp out, I get achey.
8) People call me ma'am.
9) I like to watch 60 Minutes, Sunday Morning, and Jeopardy.
10) I honestly think kids today have it easy.
11) Most of the time, I'd rather sit at home and read a good book than go out.
12) I can't believe how kids today dress.
13) I once yelled at some neighborhood kids to get off my lawn.
14) I couldn't recognize a Jonas Brother, Taylor Swift, or Miley Cyrus sound if you paid me.
15) My dream car is a mini van.
16) I found a gray pubic hair.

Some reasons why I know I'm not THAT old yet:

1) I don't refer to everything in the possessive- "I have to have my cup of tea", "I have to watch my stories".
2) I feel weird when I wear a one piece bathing suit.
3) I wear my pants below my waist. In other words- no mom jeans.
4) Sometimes I still feel like I'm playing grownup.
5) I think bodily functions are funny.
6) I think words like poop and boobs are funny.
7) None of my friends have died. Yet.
8) When I'm sick, I want my mommy.
9) I can get away with not wearing a bra.
10) I still wear pig tails.
11) I am reasonably adept at using a computer.
12) On the same note, I can use a remote control, a DVD player, and a cell phone.
13) I don't scream in to the phone.
14) I know the difference between an MP3, DVD, CD, and JPEG.
15) I don't eat dinner until around 8pm.
16) I still watch cartoons- The Simpsons, Family Guy, and South Park.

December 15, 2008

Slow Down

She's turning in to a little girl. Time is flying by. Wasn't this just yesterday?

And now she is so smart. And has so may opinions. And I feel like it's all going by so fast.

Kitchen Floor

I'm trying to savor every moment.


New article up at Alpha Mom.

New review up on my review blog.

November 30, 2008

Another moment

Today we were in an amazing bakery with a fireplace, in a quaint little town.
Our bellies were full with tea and pastries.
Rhapsody in Blue started playing.
Willa was sitting on my lap and I whispered in her ear "this is mommy's favorite piece of music."
Then we twirled around and danced together.

Here is the last moment.

November 23, 2008

A moment

There was a moment the other day-

I was standing in the kitchen watching the snow fall outside, peeling apples for a pie.
There was a warm cup of tea sitting next to the cutting board.
My daughter was sitting at my feet, playing, and quietly babbling.
I could hear one of my favorite songs playing from the other room.


I was not in pain.
No one was sick.
I wasn't worrying about money.

Everything was perfect.

For a moment.

September 16, 2008

Things I have let my child play with so I could have five minutes of peace and quiet

My cell phone

My wallet

A water bottle

A flashlight

A remote control

A shampoo bottle

My keys (I actually got locked out of the house because of this)

A tape measure

A box of tampons

My Gorillapod

My husband's hospital ID

A USB cable

My organizer (she tore one of the pages of my calender out)

My necklace (she ate one of the beads)

A jar of sesame seeds

A magazine (she tore out the pages)

Rocks

A shoelace

My makeup kit

My teddy bear from when I was a little girl that I swore I would never let her play with

And you?

August 29, 2008

Things I have said to my child that I never thought I would

Don't make me come over there.

Please don't touch your brother's penis (referring to Dexter, our dog).

Give me a break.

Mommy's nipple is not a handle.

Please don't poop on me.

Please don't pee on me.

Please don't hit the cat in the head with her food bowl.

Please don't bite me.

Shoes do not go in your mouth.

Please don't eat the grass.

Please don't eat the rocks.

Filing cabinets are not for standing on.

You are driving me crazy.

Books are not for eating.

Please don't touch the poop.

I'm sure I'll add to this list as I think of more.
How about you? What have you said to your children that you thought you never would?

August 07, 2008

Anarchy

I think I'm going to start living my life differently.

Maybe some stealing. Maybe some drugs. Definitely some debauchery.
No more helping little old ladies cross the street. No more letting cars cut in front of me.

Fuck that.

I have lived my life being a good person- even when no one was watching- and the universe insists on shitting on me. REPEATEDLY.

July 16, 2008

Negotiations

Me: "Here's what I need- I need you to give me an hour long massage with a happy ending, then you need to tickle my back until I drift off to sleep."

Him: "How about we fuck for five minutes and then I pass out?"

Me: "Deal."

July 03, 2008

Adjusting

A strange thing happened yesterday.

I went into the city for the first time since we moved, and I couldn't wait to leave.

All my life Manhattan has been my home. Even when I didn't live there I considered it home.

But, yesterday, it felt foreign to me.

I couldn't deal with the crowds, and the smell of urine in the subway, and the heat pouring off the concrete. I kept thinking "I just want to go home." And I meant this place I'm living in now.
I never thought I would feel that way about Manhattan.

As I get older my priorities are changing. If you told the teenage me that one day I wouldn't be comfortable in the city, she wouldn't believe you.

I've been living in the new place for less than a month, and I'm already feeling like it's home.

I guess that's a good sign.

June 24, 2008

Will you be my friend?

Living in the suburbs is going well so far.

But, there is one thing that has been a struggle- the lack of interaction with adults.

You don't realize it, but in Manhattan there are people EVERYWHERE, so you can't help but interact with them.

When we lived in Manhattan my day was punctuated by interaction. Conversations with the doorman, the maintenance guy, the people in the lobby, and the people in the elevator.
I'm a very social person and I don't think anyone would ever describe me as shy. I'll strike up a conversation with anyone. And, until I moved to the suburbs, where I don't have any friends, I didn't realize how much I relied on those conversations.

I feel awkward because whenever I have the fortune to have a conversation with someone here I have to be careful that I don't talk their ear off. I feel like I'm back in high school on the first day trying to figure out how to start talking someone. Who can I sit next to in the lunchroom?

I must admit that I'm a bit lonely. That might also be because several of my close friends have not called or emailed me since I moved. And no one has visited. I am quite surprised and a little bit hurt.

As usual, thank god for the internet. It makes me feel a little less alone.


May 06, 2008

Rain on my parade

I've been in a really shitty mood lately.

Like, REALLY shitty.

Like, stereotypical, fire breathing, crazy, PMS'ing shitty.

I woke up this morning with the intention of being in a better mood.
My plan was working. My kid was being cute. We split a pear and she made yummy (nom nom nom) sounds every time she put a piece in her mouth.

We took Dexter on a nice long walk. Willa pointed at all of the flowers and dogs she saw.
The weather was beautiful

Then, we were a half a block from our building when a man came up behind us and said "Can you let me by? You're taking up the whole side walk!"

?????

There I am struggling to wrangle a dog and a stroller, and it's trash day, so half the sidewalk is covered in garbage bags, and we were about 50 feet from an area where he could have gotten around us, and he thought that the appropriate response was to be rude to me?

So, I yelled at him "Have you ever heard the phrase excuse me?"

To which he replied "Have you? (What the fuck does that even mean? Good comeback douche.)

To which I replied "What, am I supposed to be psychic? How was I supposed to know you were behind me? ASSHOLE."

Then I walked into my building and the skin on all of the people in the lobby melted right off.

So, now I'm in a bad mood. AGAIN.

And I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do in a situation like that when my daughter is with me.

I don't want her to start yelling "ASSHOLE" at people, but I also don't want her to think it's ok for people to treat her with disrespect.

It's a fine line.

April 29, 2008

Wants

-To cross more off my to-do list
-To eat healthier
-To exercise more
-To stop saying self deprecating things in front of my daughter
-To take my dog to the park more often
-To have more sex
-To get more massages
-To be more productive
-To like salad
-To tell her how I really feel about it
-To be more organized
-To get rid of a lot of stuff
-To not get so angry when I drive
-To watch less television
-To read more books
-To do more crossword puzzles
-To do more charity work
-To cook different/interesting things more often
-To not let my mood be dictated by whether the Mets win or lose
-To do more for my friends
-To learn more about photography
-To learn how to use photo shop properly
-To spend less time on the computer
-To write in the journal I keep for my daughter more often
-To be more understanding
-To take joy in the little things

What are yours?

April 16, 2008

You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone

I may not be done here.

February 12, 2008

How to make a horrible week a little bit better

While hanging out and laughing with your good friends have someone tickle your back while you eat chocolate pudding and watch Barack Obama win three more states.

February 05, 2008

Hope

I'm not going to get into a whole diatribe about politics, but I will say this-
This country has been in a downward spiral for the past several years.
We have the power to change it
Please vote.
I unfortunately can't vote in the primary because I am registered as an independent.

If I could, I would vote for Obama.
He is just what this country needs right now.
Also, I've met him, and he seems like the kind of guy that I would love to hang out with and isn't that what we all really want in a president- someone we can relate to?

Please watch this video. It brought tears to my eyes.

January 03, 2008

Internet, we need to talk

This has a topic that I've been wanting to write about for a long time.

There seems to be this trend on the internet, specifically in the blogging community- Who is suffering the most?

I remember when I lost my first pregnancy people left comments with undertones of "Well, at least you can GET pregnant". Someone even had the gall to tell me to get over it- that her mother had carried a baby to full term and then had a still birth.

Someone is always suffering more than you.

You had a miscarriage? They've had two.
Your father died? Their spouse died.

When did misery become a competition?

It seems that in order to gain support you must have a hard time. You need to suffer from infertility, or have multiple miscarriages, or be broke, or have an illness, or have a child with physical or developmental delays.
And even if you are suffering from something, rest assured, there is always someone who has it worse.

Is this really human nature? If so, this makes me so sad.

Why can't we be happy for someone when something goes their way?

Money, in particular, seems to be a very touchy subject among bloggers.

I myself, have restricted what I've written about for fear that I would be judged.

When I did the first ad campaign for Nikon they gave me a free D80 camera.
There was a period where, before the ad came out, I wasn't allowed to talk about where I got the camera from or the ad campaign.
I actually hid the fact that I had the D80 until the ad came out because I knew there would be a few people who would say things like "Weren't you just complaining about not having any money? How can you afford that camera?"

There is a lot of assuming going on by people who read blogs.

There are many other things I've been hesitant to write about because people would assume that I have money. And people who have money are obviously spoiled brats.

I have this stroller. It costs about $1,000. My mother-in-law bought it for us. I also have a cleaning lady that my mother-in-law pays for.
We have a car- in Manhattan. It was given to me when my grandmother passed away. The parking in our building is free because my husband is a chief resident.

But what if I had paid for those things myself?

Why is it wrong for people to work hard and reward themselves?
And what if they didn't work hard? What if their family has money? What if they have never known what it is like to struggle financially? Does that make their trials and tribulations or their tragedies any less painful or real? Can someone who is financially stable not be a kind, thoughtful, humble person?

I'm not saying you can't envy someone, or even be a little bit jealous, but why do you need to spew hate at them?

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence it seems. So, while someone might have something that you covet, I'm sure that you have something that they want as well.

Doesn't it make for better karma to be happy and supportive of other people and their triumphs?

I don't agree with everything that people who write the blogs I read do or say. And I think it is perfectly healthy to have friendly debates. But, I would never intentionally insult someone or say something mean to them, no matter how strongly I might disagree with them.

And sure, there are some assholes out there blogging. But, they usually say controversial things just to get attention, so when you leave an obnoxious comment you are just feeding their fire.

So, here's my unsolicited advice-

Don't assume things. You can't possibly know all the details from one (or even several) blog entries.

If you don't have anything nice to say- DON'T SAY ANYTHING. See that little red x at the top of the page? Click it, and move on. No one is forcing you to read someone's blog.

I have several friends who get paid to blog. This does not mean they should write about what you want them to write about. You wouldn't email your favorite author and tell them that their last book was boring and you liked their books better before they had a child, or moved, or whatever other life changing thing happened to them that you think "changed" their writing. You are not paying to read their blog so, again, if you don't like what you read, MOVE ON.

Thank you for being such a good listener.

December 27, 2007

Top 10 Reasons Why I Am Insane

1) When I grab a poop bag for a walk with Dexter I try to coordinate it with my outfit.
2) I buy scallion pancakes and then I pick out each and every scallion before I eat them.
3) I don't like movies that everyone else likes. For instance- Heat, Moulin Rouge, Casablanca, It's a Wonderful Life, etc.
4) I actually believe that I am a little bit psychic.
5) Sometimes I pick out a toy for Willa based on what she is wearing.
6) I order quiche from the cafe down the street at least three times a week. That might not sound strange, but what if I told you that it's got mushrooms and leeks in it, and I like neither mushrooms nor leeks, so I pick apart the entire thing? Also, I then bring the mutilated quiche home for my husband to eat, which means my fridge has several containers of quiche in it at all times.
7) I hate porn and sex toys and yet I think I am sexually adventurous.
8) My entire apartment can be a mess, but if a drawer is open or a picture is crooked I lose my mind.
9) I don't eat onions because I think they taste like crunchy bugs.
10) I can't sleep naked because I'm afraid a bug will crawl up my hoo-ha.

December 18, 2007

Observations

Things that are interesting to a seven month old-

Water bottles
Glasses of water
Spoons
The cat's food bowl
Pens
Measuring spoons
Phones
Books
Music
Strangers
New places
Crawling
Being naked
Medical journals


Things that are not interesting to a seven month old-

Mommy
Our apartment
Solid foods
Her sippy cup
99% of her toys
Getting her diaper changed
Putting clothes on
Napping

December 12, 2007

Job Advice

When I am interviewing you for a job WATCHING MY INFANT CHILD- do not tell me that you only have personal references because you didn't want to "bother" the people you used to work for.
I 'm not going to hire you based on the fact that your aunt Selma says that you are a really nice girl.

Also, even if you are interviewing for a janitor position, sneakers are NOT appropriate interview attire.

December 06, 2007

Something to think about.

Hi! To answer your question, yes, I am still alive.

I have been very busy. And uninspired.

I am not a writer by nature. Writing takes a lot of effort for me. So, it takes me a bunch of time and energy to write something that most of the time isn't that good anyway.

I don't know whether or not I should just give up blogging. It has come in handy when I need to vent and it is a great social network, but I have so little free time. And I'm already having trouble giving enough attention to the friends I've made through blogging. Do I really have time for more?

Blogging has felt like a chore lately. That isn't the way it's supposed to be - unless of course I was making a bunch of money- It's supposed to be something fun that I do for myself.

I don't know if I can justify spending my time blogging when there's a baby to hold, a dog and cats to play with, a husband to laugh and snuggle with, chores to be done, emails to send, phone calls to make, and pictures to edit.

I'm so torn. Do I quit blogging? Do I just do it very sporadically? Do I change my blog into something else? Video blog? Photo blog?

I just don't know.

September 16, 2007

Yes, I am that stupid

Thanks to Elizabeth for the new masthead.

The old one was up there for a year because I am terrible at making mastheads. Photoshop is not my forte. Layers? What's a layer? Also, I had to have a friend put it up for me because I couldn't figure that out either.

If anyone else wants to do a masthead feel free to email it to me.

Bucky is working on one for me. I'm a little scared to see what she comes up with.

September 11, 2007

Today

-I found out that my building has been throwing out all of our recyclables with the regular trash. This makes me furious. I promptly reported them.

-I got a botched bikini wax- uneven, ripped skin, wax left all over me- and then the salon had the nerve to try to charge me extra.

-I was breastfeeding Willa and I started laughing. Apparently Willa doesn't like when I laugh because she started to cry. She's so adorable when she cries- she has a perfect pout- that it made me laugh harder which made her cry more.

-I have a canker sore on my tongue.

-Dexter has another hot spot.

-I was clipping my nails so I don't stab myself or my child and a nail clipping flew into my eye.

-The Mets lost.

I'm going to bed before anything else goes wrong.

Update: After a night of virtually no sleep, this is how my morning started.

September 09, 2007

VMA's

-WOW. Britney Spears. WOW. She could at least try a little. She's just going through the motions. She's not even TRYING to lip sync. WOW.

-Sarah Silverman "Amy Winehouse. She is Jewish, right? Well, if she isn't someone should tell her face." Awesome. One of the best lines I've heard all year.

-Alicia Keys is shiny.

-The Monster Single of the year Award? Yeah, out of the 10 songs nominated I've only heard 2. This makes me feel very old.

-Rihanna's hair looks like she cut it with a food processor.

-I think Kayne West is great, but not as great as Kayne West thinks he is.

-I don't know who half of these people are. I AM OLD.

-All I can think of when I see Bill Hader is Vincent Price.

-Beyonce's dress is just a curtain from Ceasar's Palace. At least that's what I hope it is because if she spent money on that she got RIPPED OFF.

-I don't know who Chris Brown is, but boy can he MOVE.

-Justin Timberlake better win Male Artist of the Year.

-Booyah!

-Timbeland is super talented.

-Some advice for Alecia Keys- Just sit at the piano and play. Dancing is not your strong point. Also, what's with the Wonder Woman meets Pocahontas ensemble?

-Jennifer Garner is adorable.

-Mrs. Teen South Carolina. WHAT?

-Who ARE these people?

-Dr. Dre is JACKED.

-Justin Timberlake make me want to hump things.

Well, it's over and I feel old and out of touch. I'm going to take some Geritol and go to bed.


July 26, 2007

A typical evening

Me: Ah! Mookie is putting his anus on me!
Husband: Fight through it. Walk it off.

July 19, 2007

Trying to lighten up the mood

I have two questions:

1) How long did you wait until after you had a baby to have sex?

2) Did it hurt?

Feel free to comment anonymously.

July 09, 2007

Nicknames I have had

Boots
Spaghetti
Pachuchki
Kid
Sunshine
Ass (pronounced Aahs)
Ass Bed (Don't ask)
AB
Story
Inventory
Tor
Fiat
Jasmine
Betty Crocker
Mama

June 08, 2007

My husband is not surprised- he's been a fan for years

I can sustain life with my boobs.

How crazy is that?


Also, I know I suck, but please stop hounding me for the birth story.
In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little busy, what with taking care of an infant and such.

May 05, 2007

Owwww

NOT FUN- Getting a bikini wax when you are already sore, swollen, and dilated.

April 30, 2007

What a waste

I just ate half a croissant with chocolate hazelnut spread.....


And then I threw it all up.

April 13, 2007

Um

There is a crib in the next room.
And a changing table.
And little tiny baby clothes.
And lots of other baby related gear.

I am 34 weeks and 1 day pregnant.

I just read that if the baby was born today she would have a 99% chance of survival.

I feel her moving all the time and it is awesome.

On July 4th it will be the 10 year anniversary of when I met my husband.
I would say that within six months of meeting him I knew I wanted to have a baby with him.

Now, here we are.

I think we might actually have this baby.

I can't wait to meet her.

April 08, 2007

How NOT to get on my good side

Tell me I'm sporting American Idol hair and when I ask you what the hell you're talking about tell me that "It looks like that Indian kid's."

February 08, 2007

Said by my husband while trying to snuggle in bed this morning

"The snoogle is cock-blocking me."

January 28, 2007

Disconcerting

Last night I took off my pants and when I looked down I realized I couldn't tell if I was wearing underwear or not.

I can't see my own crotch anymore.

On the bright side- at least I can still see other people's crotches.

January 17, 2007

This is my dance space

Last night I had a dream that we had a Dirty Dancing themed blogger convention.
It took place at the sleep away camp I went to when I was a kid.
We all stayed in the cabins.
I was teaching Heather how to Mambo ("Spaghetti arms!"), which makes no sense because I'm sure she's seen the movie Dirty Dancing at least 100 times and already has the dance moves down.
Mrs. Kennedy was there too. She had grown her hair to shoulder length and then shaved the underneath part.

I don't know why I'm telling everyone this- dreams are rarely interesting to anyone except the person who has them- but maybe it's because I'm secretly dreaming that there really could be a Dirty Dancing themed blogger convention.


January 16, 2007

Realization

It is never a good idea for a pregnant woman who's already tired from her recent trip, and didn't get enough sleep the night before, to stay up until 4:30 AM.

It's all her fault.

January 09, 2007

The week in review

I have much better posts than this one to write, but I am lazy. Instead, enjoy this poorly written post riddled with bad grammar.

So, without further ado, here is a list of things that have happened in the last week (in no particular order).

- My back has gotten increasingly bad. Walking used to be the only thing that made it feel better, and now that hurts too, so I'm basically screwed.

-We had our 20 week anatomy ultrasound. It was mostly awesome. Except for the part where the baby was breech and totally would not cooperate and they kept making me move from side to side, and then they made me walk around and eat ice cream, and after all that the baby was still breech. So, 4 different sonogram technicians poked and prodded my belly trying to measure various parts of the baby.
There was one part where the baby was kicking me, and I mean REALLY kicking me. Like get this fucking uterus off my feet/ kung foo fighting kicking me and even the sonogram technician whose job it is to look at babies in the womb ALL DAY was like "WHOA, that kid is really kicking you" and I'm thinking that when I can REALLY feel her kick (right now I only feel flutters) this is not going to be as cute.
After two hours, when we were on our fourth sonogram technician, the only thing left to do was take some measurements of the baby's profile. That was right about the time the baby decided to nuzzle her face into the placenta so we couldn't see a god damn thing. I fear that this baby is just like me.

- I was going to drive the animals to my mom's house by myself on Friday because we were going to be leaving for vacation at 5AM on Saturday, but the husband concluded that there was no way with my bad back that I was going to be able to load all the animals and their crap into the car by myself and then drive 4 hours (especially knowing that I was going to have to sit on a plane for six hours on Saturday). So, he made the executive decision that after the sonogram on Thursday he would drive to my mom's.
Because the sonogram took so long we didn't even get on the road until 6:45pm, so we didn't get home until 11:30 PM. The husband had to get up at 5 the next morning.
When we got back, the husband couldn't find his wallet anywhere. Which was just what we needed to be dealing with after such an emotionally exhausting day. We concluded that the only time he had taken his wallet out was when we stopped for gas (about an hour into our 4 +hour round trip). So, I spent 10 minutes on the phone with directory assistance trying to figure out the phone number of the gas station.
I finally got the number, and miraculously they had found the wallet.
However that meant that I was going to have to drive 2+ hours round trip on Friday to pick up the wallet which kind of defeated the purpose of the husband driving me the night before.
I was complaining about all of this to Heather over IM on Friday morning when she offered to drive me. Seriously. It's things like this that make me realize that I have hit the friend jackpot.
So, she drove me. And I picked up the wallet. And everything was still in it.

- We left for our vacation at 5AM on Saturday. At the security check at the airport I got pulled aside to be screened. The woman was wanding me and there wasn't even a beep and she said to me "why did he pull you aside?" and I said "I don't know, maybe because I'm pregnant" and so she asked him and sure enough he said he pulled me aside because he wanted to make sure I wasn't smuggling anything under my shirt. The woman, who was his superior, got really pissed and said "she's pregnant, you idiot".

-We used all of our frequent flier miles to fly first class because we figured it would be easier on my back. Boy, were we wrong. They didn't have any pillows, so I had to use 4 blankets to support my back. One of flight attendants was rude to me, there was hardly any leg room, and the food sucked.
So NOT worth it.

-We are in Utah. We're up in the mountains right above Salt Lake City. The husband is skiing while I sit around the lodge on my fat ass all day.

-Utah is BEAUTIFUL, but DRY. Really DRY.
I have never consumed so much water in my life.
Also, my nose is all dry and crusted, and bloody. I'm seriously considering shoving some of my moisturizer up there.

-Yesterday I leaked colostrum all over my husband's T-shirt.
I can't believe this is already happening. I thought that wouldn't happen until after I give birth.
I keep thinking if I'm leaking this much now, imagine how much I will leak once my milk actually comes in. I wonder what kind of trajectory these bad boys will have.


-Flickr has something against me and it won't let me upload any of my pictures from my laptop.

-People ski entirely too fast.

December 26, 2006

Etiquette

When someone callls you to tell you that they just found out they are having a girl the first words out of your mouth should not be "Oh, I was hoping you would have a boy".

December 20, 2006

Please explain this to me

So, there's this guy who lives in my building. He has a dog, so I see him quite often as us dog people tend to hang in packs.

He ALWAYS wears shorts.

Hot= shorts
Cold= shorts

Last night it was 37 degrees with an even colder wind chill. He was wearing a sweater, a jacket, a hat, and SHORTS.

I do not get this phenomenon.

Does it really take that much more effort to put on pants then it does to put on shorts?

"Man, I am tired. Thank god I only have to put my legs through this short piece of fabric!"

Is he claustrophobic, but only in the calf area?

"Oh my god! There's fabric touching my calves! Get it off! GET IT OFF!"

Do his muscular calves produce a huge amount of heat compared with the rest of his body?

"I feel like someone set my legs on fire from the knees down! Someone, get me some SHORTS!"

I. Don't. Get. It.

My husband went to college with a girl who ALWAYS wore flip flops or sandals. Even in the snow.

I see guys who walk around in the freezing cold without a jacket on because hey, jackets are so NOT cool.


I don't get these people. They'd rather be freezing than lose their cool factor by wearing jackets, or shoes, or *GASP* pants?

And the people who claim they are not cold- unless you are pregnant- I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.


December 18, 2006

You know what's annoying?

-When your good camera lens breaks the week before Christmas, when you have a thousand picture related activities scheduled.

-When you are a back sleeper, and you can't sleep on your back anymore,

-When you order Chinese food and they forget to give you packets of duck sauce. I NEED the duck sauce.

-When you get your favorite organic orange juice from the ONE place that sells it, and you pour yourself a big glass, and it's rotten.

-When your hair can't decide if it wants to be curly or straight.

-My husband's work schedule. Working 30 hours IN A ROW is not cool.

-Dust.

-People who say "X-Mas" instead of "Christmas"

What's annoying you?

November 29, 2006

How to piss me off

Call me two hours before I'm scheduled to start the prenatal yoga class that I signed up for (and paid for) weeks ago, and have been looking forward to, to tell me that I'm the only one who signed up, so they won't be having the class.

November 13, 2006

A man walked into a bar...

...and said "ouch".

If you know a joke better than THAT, then I'd love to hear it.

November 07, 2006

If you are not outraged, then you are not paying attention

Did you vote today???

November 05, 2006

You'll never know the truth!

I may, or may not have used my baking scale to weigh my boobs.

October 30, 2006

The RIGHT way

We went out with friends on Friday night.
While we waited for our table at Serendipity, we walked down the street to Dylan's Candy Bar.
One of my friends decided to have some sourpatch kids.
I watched in horror as he haphazardly popped two or three in his mouth at a time.
I explained to him that there was a right way to eat sourpatch kids- that you must savor them.
He argued that there are "different" ways of doing things. That people have different "opinions".
And then in a feable attempt to prove me wrong, he shoved all of his remaining sourpatch kids in his mouth.

Total lack of respect for the sourpatch

Dammit people!- there is a right and a wrong way to do things, and that's just WRONG.
I'm still twitching.

October 20, 2006

Advice

If you are pregnant (especially if you have lost previous pregnancies) it is NOT a good idea to read an article about C-section rates, forcep use, and infant mortality right before you go to sleep.

October 10, 2006

Two Things

1) I'm leaving for Chicago on Thursday. The husband has a conference, so I'm tagging along.
If you've ever been to chicago I'd love some suggestions on places to go, things to see, and restaurants (keeping in mind that we are vegetarians).

2) We have our next sonogram this afternoon. Last time all of your good vibes seemed to work, so please send some more this way.

September 28, 2006

So nervous

Today is our first sonogram (for this pregnancy).

Please send good vibes our way.

September 20, 2006

The spawn must be fed!

So, I'm hungry.

REALLY hungry.

I know you think you understand, but you don't.

I have never been this hungry in my life. It's a different kind of hunger. It's not the type that you can ignore. It demands attention. Like, NOW. And I go from being not hungry, to if I don't eat now I'm going to chew my own arm off, in 60 seconds flat.

I feel like my body is being held hostage.
"Just give us what we want and nobody gets hurt"
"But I don't have any Three Musketeer bars"
"Well, you better find a way to get some OR EVERYBODY DIES!"

My favorite part is when I'm eating something, actually shoveling food into my mouth,and I'm still ravenous.
It's like my brain doesn't realize that I'm eating.

I'm almost never satisfied and even when I am, I'm hungry again an hour later.

I'm just going to say this out loud with the hope that if I do, it can't possibly be true:

I better not be having twins.

August 31, 2006

I suck at this

I don't know how you people find the time to work AND blog.

I'm so busy with several different projects, and I can't seem to find the time to write a decent blog entry.

How do you do it?

August 25, 2006

Rockin' the Bershon

Torrie and Donnie

If you don't read Sarah Brown's blog you are missing out on some of the most clever writing on the internet.

She's also the creator of bershon.

August 21, 2006

Memories to cherish forever

Of all of the wonderful memories I'll have of my thirtieth birthday, perhaps my favorite was when Dexter, who we have had for six years and who hasn't peed in the house since two days after we adopted him, decided to squat and pee on our carpet in front of our twenty birthday party guests.

August 08, 2006

FYI

Go see Little Miss Sunshine right now!

It is that good.

August 06, 2006

We're freaks

Only my husband and I would blow up a condom and play condom volley ball.

August 02, 2006

I have a question

OK, let's say that you work from home- You pour a bowl of cereal and the phone rings, and it's an important business call that you have to take-

What do you do? Do you take the call and say "I hope you don't mind if I eat lunch while we talk" or do you let the cereal get soggy, throw it out, and pour a new one when you're done with your conversation?

And because I like to make life difficult- What if you used the last of the milk for the first bowl? Does that change your opinion?

August 01, 2006

HEY DICKHEAD!

Here's a little advice:

When the heat index is 110 degrees, your dog does not need to go on his typical 1/2 hour walk, nor does he need to go to the park to play. REALLY. He also doesn't need to lay down on the boiling hot concrete while you smoke a fucking cigar (it's not your dog's fault that your penis is so small).Take your poor animal for a quick pee, put some ice cubes in his water bowl, and let him sit in the air conditioning for God's sake
The same rule applies to your children. They don't have to go outside EVERY DAY.
Why does no one take this weather seriously? It's dangerous out there, people.

On another note- I've instituted a new rule:
If you are stupid enough to say to me "Hot enough for ya?", then I reserve the right to punch you directly in the face.

July 25, 2006

Yes, I'm still alive

So busy.
Which is a good thing.
I'm (for once) not complaining.

Had a great fun filled weekend that included a concert, going to the gym both days, and a very relaxing night on a roof deck, drinking margaritas and having good conversation.

I've also been very busy with Veggie Pregnancy. It was mentioned in a newsletter that goes out to more than 10,000 people, so I had to make sure it was updated.

AND, tomorrow I have a meeting about a photography project that I've been asked to be a part of. I'm REALLY excited about it. I'll find out tomorrow if I'm actually allowed to divulge any information.

On Friday I'm shooting some headshots for someone, and them I'm spending the weekend at my mom's house.

Like I said- BUSY.

But this time it's in a good way.

July 19, 2006

That sound you hear is the wind blowing through my empty, useless brain

I haven't written a real post since June 26th, and even that was just a modge-podge of different thoughts strung together with no rhyme or reason.
If I actually considered myself a writer, I would say I have writer's block.

I need your help.

What should I write about?

Have any questions you'd like to ask me? Anything you're curious about?

Almost no topic is off limits.

July 07, 2006

You know what's not so fun?

Trying to clean your entire apartment and pack for your trip when you can't move your legs because your trainer kicked your ass with squats yesterday.

July 03, 2006

A post that has no rhyme or reason

The Mets game last night was so bad that it physically made me sick.

I even had baseball related nightmares.

On a brighter note-
I have my first of three personal training sessions today.
I refuse to start trying to have a baby again until I get in shape/loose some weight.

I saw The Devil Wears Prada yesterday. It was cute, but it's the kind of movie that you can wait to see on video.

We are going away this weekend because my husband has a concert in the Berkshires (in addition to being a doctor, he's also a musician).
The following FIVE weekends he's on call, then the third and fourth weekend in August we have plans (for my 30th birthday). THEN, the summer is OVER.
This SUCKS.

Oh, and last but not least- WATERMELON IS AWESOME.

(I'm sure right now you're asking yourself "why in the name of all that is holy, do I read this blog?" I don't have an answer for you because I don't quite get why you read this blog either.)

June 27, 2006

My life is now complete

I am the #1 search result for "I hate underwear" on Google.

June 22, 2006

Secret

Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and push my belly out so that I look pregnant.
I also like to rub my fake pregnant belly.


Wishful thinking, I guess.

I also will occasionally think to myself "If I hadn't lost the first baby I'd be X weeks pregnant now, and if I hadn't lost the second baby I'd be X weeks pregnant now".

I know that's not particularly healthy, but It's the reality of the situation.

June 06, 2006

100 things about me

1) Bagels are my favorite food.
2) I am a carbohydrate junkie
3) My husband is two years younger than me. Before I met him I had only dated older men (boys).
4) I am a strict vegetarian. It's like a religion to me.
5) I hate organized religion.
6) I've never thrown up from drinking.
7) I hated high school.
8) I don't wear bras.
9) My favorite books are To Kill a Mocking Bird and The Catcher in the Rye. I've read both of them several times.
10) I love to read.
11) I went to culinary school.
12) I used to be a pastry chef.
13) I've also been a nanny.
14) I can sing, or so I've been told.
15) I love to dance. I've got rythm.
16) In high school I majored in dance, but had to stop because of an injury.
17) The only bone I've ever broken is my pinkie. (Knock on wood)
18) My father offered to pay for me to get a nose job. I refused just to spite him, and now sometimes I regret it.
19) I've never stayed over night in a hospital.
20) I predicted the big earth quake that hit California in the late 80's.
21) I have watched the movie Dirty Dancing too many times to count.
22) I had my first boyfriend when I was nine, but didn't lose my virginity until I was eighteen.
23) I've been pregnant twice, but I don't have any children.
24) I have three cats and one dog.
25) I will not pee in front of anyone. Not even my mother.
26) I grew up in Manhattan.
27) I went to sleep away camp in the Poconos.
28) I love when it rains. I especially love thunderstorms.
29) I have a mild case of OCD. Paintings can't be crooked, things have to be eaten in a certain way, etc.
30) I was in a pageant when I was 12. I won.
31) I am a pack rat.
32) I bruise easily.
33) I have straight pubic hair. The hair on my head is wavy. This makes no sense.
34) I like to write to do lists so I can cross things off.
35) I HATE onions. They are evil.
36) I have a BAD back.
37) I love the smell of fresh cut grass.
38) I have been blogging since August, 2003.
39) I have 42 pairs of shoes. None of them are leather.
40) I am broke.
41) I hate doing the dishes.
42) David Copperfield made me disappear.
43) Jon Bon Jovi laughed at me.
44) I've had sex with two different people in one day.
45) I have a tattoo.
46) My husband has a tongue ring. I *love* it.
47) I was a camp counselor.
48) I once told Scott Hamilton to "Get out on the ice and do a couple of back flips!"
49) Two of my photos were published in the New York Times.
50) I love to learn.
51) I am allergic to cats and dogs.
52) I HATE the cold.
53) I used to be a gymnast
54) I can't watch other people fold clothes because THEY DO IT WRONG.
55) I lived in Boston for five years. It wasn't New York.
56) I have fifty billion medical problems.
57) I like to exaggerate.
58) If you tickle me I will black out and hurt you. I'm dead serious.
59) My wedding was vegetarian. The food was so good, half of the guests didn't even realize it.
60) I had the best wedding EVER.
61) Some of my favorite movies are American Beauty, Garden State, 40 Year Old Virgin, Office Space, Coming to America, and Forrest Gump. I'm sure I'm forgetting a bunch more.
62) Some of my favorite bands/artists are Coldplay, Cake, Indigo Girls, The Beatles, Eminem, Sublime, Billy Joel, Fiona Apple, Miles Davis, Paul Simon, and Radiohead. I am not ashamed.
63) Billy Joel once told me he was too drunk to remember me interrupting his meal.
64) I was flat chested until I was about 19. Now I'm a 36C.
65) I HATE coffee.
66) I LOVE tea.
67) I hate underwear. I wear them reluctantly and am constantly digging them out of my cavernous ass.
68) I hate whistling. It's like nails on a chalk board to me.
69) My father-in-law whistles ALL THE TIME.
70) I have seven nephews and three nieces.
71) I think I'm the only person on the planet who hates the TV show Law and Order.
72) I moved out of the house when I was 19.
73) If I could wish for one secret power it would be to never have to shave my legs again.
74) I am allergic to artichokes.
75) I've never been anywhere in the middle of the country. The closest I've been to the middle is Ohio or Utah.
76) I'm a good driver. I drive like a man.
78) I desperately want to go to England. I don't know why.
79) I used to have waist length blonde hair.
80) I don't chew gum.
81) I don't drink soda.
82) I don't like sex toys. That's how I roll.
83) Sometimes I like to talk like I'm from the hood. WORD.
84) Thanks to blogging, I have friends that live in states and countries I've never been to.
85) My favorite color is blue.
86) I have two half sisters and a half brother.
87) I can't say the word *fart*. It makes me cringe. The fact that I was even able to type it is a miracle.
88) I've had many crushes, but I've only been in love once.
89) I am not good at styling my hair, or anyone else's hair for that matter.
90) I wear SPF on my face every day, even in the winter.
91) I haven't "tanned" since I was 18. I look pale, but I actually have my dad's Sicilain skin and I can get quite dark.
92) Chocolate is my drug of choice.
93) I love book stores. I could spend all day in a book store.
94) I didn't learn how to tie my shoe laces until I was six, and I couldn't ride a bike without training wheels until I was almost ten.
95) I watch entirely too much television.
96) My husband is a genius. Literally. It's like living with a human encyclopedia and dictionary all rolled into one.
97) I got braces my senior year in high school. It sucked.
98) I can't eat spicy food. This is very difficult considering I'm a vegetarian.
99) I try to avoid the topic of politics because I just get upset and frustrated.
100) Writing this list was not easy.

Did you learn anything new about me?

June 04, 2006

I have a confession to make

I saw Mission Impossible III, and I loved it.

I feel so dirty.

May 31, 2006

Just a thought

I think it's time that Ellen DeGeneres stops dancing at the begining of EVERY. SINGLE. SHOW.

The first year she did her show it was cute.
"Hey! Look at the funny, white, lesbian trying to dance!"

Now, it's just SAD.

I really love Ellen, but the dancing just has to stop.

May 10, 2006

I love it

My father pronounces the word WHORE as hoo-er.

I don't know why I get such a kick out of that.

May 08, 2006

The evil monster dog- a photo essay

So, I was taking Dexter for his morning walk. Dexter likes to carry a toy when we go for a walk:

Dexter with ball
I must also preface this story by saying that Dexter LOVES children and babies.
I'm not sure where his obsession with little ones came from, but maybe it's because they taste good:

Tasty baby
Mmmmmmmm, TASTY!

Tastes like chicken
Tastes like chicken!

Anyway, back to the story-

Dexter and I were crossing the street. On the sidewalk we were approaching, there were several people, including a couple with a todder in a stroller.
As we stepped up onto the curb the father jumped in front of the stroller and started yelling "NO, no, no!"
I said "It's OK, he won't hurt her."
To which he responded "No, no, no!"
"He's a therapy dog" I said, getting frustrated (I was in NO MOOD for ridiculous people).
And then he delivered a line that I will never forget:

"KEEP IT AWAY FROM MY HUMAN"

Blink. Blink.

Did he just say "Keep it away from my human"?
All of the people standing on the curb had their mouths hanging open in disbelief. A few chuckled.

Keep in mind that during this entire incident Dexter was wagging his tail and holding his stuffed animal in his mouth, unaware of his power to strike terror.
I'd also like to point out that his wife was with him, but she never said a word. She just stood there with this look on her face like "If I say anything he's going to beat me again".

After my initial shock wore off, I said "I feel really sorry for your daughter because when she's an adult she won't be able to walk down the street because of her fear of dogs"
He gave me an eloquent rebuttal of "That's fine".

Um, actually, no it's not FINE.

So, I said to him, "It's really unfortunate that you're putting your own fears on your child" and then I turned and crossed the street.

This happened on Friday. I've spent all weekend analyzing it.

Why did he say "MY HUMAN"? Why didn't he say "my child", or "my daughter", or "my little girl"?

Who refers to their child as "MY HUMAN"?

The first questions everyone who I tell this story to asks me is "Was he foreign? Did he not have a command of the English language?"

He spoke perfect English.

* Side note: Have modern day humans lost all of their instincts?
I'm asking this question because things like this happen all the time. Dexter will be skipping along with a giant rainbow colored stuffed octopus in his mouth and some people will still be terrified. I have no tolerance for people who have one bad experience with a dog and then, subsequently, are terrified of ALL DOGS. I've gotten screwed by tons of people and yet I'm not scared of ALL PEOPLE.
I truly believe that if I had grown up in the middle of the jungle and never seen a dog before, that when I saw Dexter, walking down the street, tail wagging, with a stuffed animal in his mouth, I would be able to read his body language and realize that he meant me no harm. This would be especially true if another person ASSURED me that he was docile.

Tracy came up with the only explanation that makes any sense:

The man and his wife were aliens who couldn't conceive a baby, so they came to earth and stole a human baby. They had never seen a dog before, so when they saw Dexter they freaked out and thought that this vicious monster might eat their precious human baby.

Yes.

Dexter6

Vicious.

I love my toy

Evil monster.

It all makes sense now.


April 27, 2006

Certifiable

Is it so wrong that when I was leaving to take Dexter for his walk this morning, I picked the plastic bag I would use to pick up his poop based on which one matched my outfit the best?

April 19, 2006

Holy Shit!

I'm going to be THIRTY in less than four months.


Wasn't it just yesterday that I was in high school?

What happened?

The years are flying by WAY too fast.

Before I know it I'll be wearing support hose and complaining about the "kids today".

April 05, 2006

He obviously doesn't know me very well

My father said to me this morning "I want you to watch this movie. I Tivoed it for you."

The movie he wanted me to see?

The Yearling.

Me. The Yearling.

Yeah, I don't think so.

We're talking about me, the chick who started HYSTERICALLY sobbing in the middle of a movie theater when I saw the preview for this movie.
(In my own defense, I was pregnant, but I didn't know it yet.)

Does he really think I could watch The Yearling without falling onto the floor into a puddle of my own tears?

My father, apparently, has no idea what an emotional wreck I am.

I think he's the only one.


*I'm turning on comment authentication. I've been having a lot of problems with spam.*

March 02, 2006

Just a Thought

It's probably not such a good idea to watch cooking shows (especially ones where they visit the Krispy Kreme factory) while you're trying to do a cleanse diet that entails eating only a few fruits and vegetables.

OH MY GOD.

She just said something about a Krispy Kreme bread pudding.

MUST CHANGE CHANNEL.

January 31, 2006

Just a thought

I think I might be carrying this baby in my boobs.