Family Time

I love going home to see my family. I also love my new phone (camera-phone). Within this post you can see how my two loves merge.



This is me having dinner with my family. But it is just a picture of me. My grandparents come over to my mom's house and Louise and Marty were there and Ryan too.


This is me and Ryan!



This is my grandfather!

Differences Please?

What is the difference between:
unoffensive and inoffensive
disorganized and unorganized

I have no theory whatsoever on the offensive bit but I think that as for the second part -- disorganized is when something used to be organized and it has become undone somehow while unorganized is something that lacks organization from the beginning.

Pictures from my new phone to be posted soon. And the long-promised apartment pictures.

Child Called "It"

I am still reading this book by Dave Pelzer which is his story of being abused growing up by his mother. It is the most horrifying thing I have EVER read. She made him eat shit, drink ammonia, denied him food regularly and she stabbed him. And his father stood by and did nothing. And she didn't do anything to his siblings.
I had no idea that anyone had the capacity for cruelty to abuse a child so severely.

Stupor

I spent the afternoon in a haze of a migraine. These happen more often than they should. And when they do, often I am not able to think straight or even really see straight. Today I was working at the clinic, just having had a meeting with a client, and my head was pounding and I was feeling dizzy. I had to photocopy a load of crap to send out and make sure it was all coordinated -- sending both certified and regular mail --- making sure that every document was there and signed. It was too much for a poor girl like me. I felt like I was just slapping stuff together so I wouldn't barf on it.

I got home and ate a sandwich from Subway and took some medicine. Ryan came over and tucked me in bed. I slept for 2 1/2 hours. Then I woke and now I'm reading "A Child Called It" -- a real uplifting story (nope!).

What's the good news, you ask? Ryan went to Staples to get me envelopes so I can finally send out my resumes to judges AND he bought me a present! He got me a GIGANTIC set of dry erase markers -- all different delightful colors! Yippee!


This is what I got... minus the box and liquid. Plus a dash of love.

For the Politically Active and/or Vegetarians

For those of you who are deeply curious here is where you can find information on the candidate I am supporting in the election.

OR something special for vegetarians

Braindead

Real Boy

For those of you who know me well, I love my dog. I love him so much that I think of him like Pinnocchio -- that he is waiting to become a real boy. I think it started when he had a cyst removed from his back and had to where a child-sized turtle-neck to keep from scratching at it. He was so happy in that shirt and I think he thought that it was his first step towards becoming a "real boy."



this is Simon in my sweatshirt.

Less Than Mary

I'm not sure if I have become a better person over the past few years. I might not have. Maybe I've hit my plateau.

Head Up My Ass

I don't know what's the deal with me. I couldn't get anywhere on time. I have my head up my ass. But now I'm watching Will and Grace. That's bound to help. And I'm eating a Twix. Yummers.

Conscious of Silence

I am aware that I have mentioned nothing about today being September 11th. I really just don't have anything to say. It is desperately horrific and I am inexplicably affected by the loss of Paul. I made a mental note last night to remember my last night with him which was September 10th. We went out for coffee and dessert. He told me that his grandfather had made a delicious dinner for him that night. I can't remember what dessert he had. Maybe baclava.. or was that me... I think it had strawberries in it. Maybe that is just wishful thinking. Strawberries are so promising. I try not to wonder what would have happened if we had made it a later evening and he didn't go in early to work. I mean, what's the point of what if's...

I'm sorry that I don't care about the broader affects of trying to live each day as if it is your last. I really find living life like that too depressing anyway. If it was my last day I would be too depressed to leave my house. Well, I really don't leave my house... so maybe I do live life like that.

I am so sorry for anyone who lost someone. I would hold your hand if you were here.

HGTV Sloth

Most of my time lately has been spent watching HGTV. I don't know if it is because the people on TV are so productive that I don't feel as bad that I'm not doing my work. I mean, they are doing things that need to be done like House Hunting or Designing on a Dime. They are even Designing to Sell. Aren't these skills that every individual rapidly approaching 30 should learn?

I tried cleaning my apartment while watching the HG so that I could be productive with them. So on my Friday evening, I cleaned while Debbie Travis painted a mobile home. Too bad the show is only 1/2 hour. But I guess how much can you do in a mobile home?

Bah - Do!

Bah - Doo! = a lot like "Ta-da!" except the allure of whatever you have done relies more on charm than talent

Improve your vocabulary!

Newark's Finest

Tonight Ryan and I went to the Newark Museum where they had free food, drinks and music. We got to walk around the museum which was cool and I took the Newark subway for the first time.

Funny story which is boring is that I was going to make mozzarella sticks as a treat before we went to the museum but Ryan and I decided to go right away because it was getting late... and then... all they had that I could eat was... MOZZARELLA STICKS. Isn't that weird? Yeah, I know!

So anyway, we went because we never do ANYTHING and I thought that it would be good to get out for an hour and especially good to support a little of my new city. I am forging the way for gentrification. Yeehaw. That makes me a pioneer.

And that's it. I'm looking forward to my family coming back from Florida. Hopefully, they will make it back before Ivan hits.

Hurricane!

I heard from my mom and she said that she and my grandparents are fine. The car, however, did not make it. The Howard Johnson roof fell on the car and they will need a crane to get the roof off the roof. WOAH. At least it was just the car.

In lighter news, I snookled some CD's from Dava this weekend and I plan to obsess over each of the albums. I chose James (Pleased to Meet You) first. Fabulous.


Here is Dava with Meaghan.

Good Times

My college housemates and I went on a trip to Lake George. This weekend I had possibly one of the best times I have ever had in my life. Yup. And I've been living long so far.

This is some interpretive dancing by KT, Lauren and Lisa: