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And this is why.The new love of my life, my newborn daughter Bridget. She is keeping her Daddy and me very busy... but I have never been happier in my life. suddenly my world is very small, very demanding, and very, very perfect.Someday, I'll have a lot more to write about. But for now, I'm just Mommy.Bless all of you.

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Last night I dreamed I was traveling down south somewhere, someplace with white eyelet curtains, artsy murals on random brick buildings, and 70+ degree weather. My dad was there, and a whole bunch of women I didn't recognize, but who all seemed to know me. I was lounging on a bean bag chair when I realized I was in labor. My dad and I looked at my stomach, and we could see, clearly delineated,

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Finally, it's here.Some women feel this the minute they get confirmation they are pregnant. They are just there. They're excited, they're in love, they are so ready for everything coming. The morning sickness, the aches and pains, none of it really matters, they are full of the joy of mommy-to-be.I think the majority of women feel it in the second trimester, when the morning sickness and

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The thing about being pregnant that really sucks: If you get sick, you can't take anything for it.That's not COMPLETELY true. You can take Acetominophen (Tylenol). You can take Sudafed. But if those don't work for you, you're screwed. No Advil, no Aleve, no aspirin. No Mucinex. Certain antihistamines (i.e. THE ONES THAT WORK) are off the menu. And of course, caffeine intake has to be

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As of last Friday, I'm 27 weeks along. It's a girl!I have edema, which is causing carpal tunnel. My left arm just tingles all the time. My right wrist HURTS. I also have been insomniac for some time now, and recently have had a significant loss of appetite. I'm still working at the pub, 6-hour shifts on Mondays and Fridays. When I get home from work, I can barely walk. My heating pad and

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I wanted to scan in my sonogram picture and be all clever about this, but I'm having no luck with my home scanner or the one in my local library. So, without visual aid, I am finally ready to tell the world:I'm pregnant!I'm 4.5 months alongDue date April 16thit's a girlWe haven't chosen a name yet but are narrowing it downno I haven't felt it kick yetGardiner and I are thrilled. Our parents, of

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The uncertainty. The waiting.I don't have the patience to write while this is going on. I'll be back one way or the other.

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It was a workday like any other, and then we lost our internet access. And the phones started acting up. And no cell service. Multiple calls to the IT desk. "We're working on it, something system-wide."Then the word spread through the office, since someone had a radio. First disbelief. Then anxiety. Then terror. Then a decision: just walk.The utter quiet on the subway. The apocalyptic absence of

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From Wikipedia:shomer negiahNegiah (Hebrew: נגיעה‎),[1] literally "touch," is the concept in Halakha that forbids or restricts physical contact with a member of the opposite sex (except for one's spouse, children, grandchildren, parents, and grandparents).[2] [3] [4] A person who abides by this Halakha is colloquially described as a Shomer Negiah (one who is "observant of Negiah").[5]The laws of

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In the 80's, we waited for the phone to ring.In the 90's, we waited to hear "You've got mail!"In the 2000's, we wait for our cell phones to ding, indicating a new FB post, or Tweet, or text.It never gets better.

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Today an old friend reminded me that we once tried to rescue a baby pigeon. We found it alone and forlorn on a busy Astoria sidewalk. It was tiny, still fluffy, and looked very disoriented. Our hearts went out to it, we couldn't just leave it there to die. There were alley cats and stray dogs and taxis and rollerbladers and bike deliverypeople and cruel young men with big boots. We scooped

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2009 NYC Gay PrideOriginally uploaded by patch_nyI was so thrilled to be a part of this year's Pride celebration. I got to reconnect with my long-lost blogger friends, and made some new friends too. I'll post something more about it later. It was an amazing day.Photo Credit: Patch_ny on Flickr! Love you hot stuff.

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I'm feeling so much better, in every way.The flu is finally gone, out of my system. From my research, it is entirely possible that I did indeed have the Flu du Jour, H1N1, Popularly known as Swine Flu. Apparently it is a short lived flu, which mine was, and isn't any more deadly or vicious than other common human flus. I was in the city, both Chicago and Manhattan, and I was at the local mall,

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I feel hungover, like I've been passed out for three days. Meaning, I do feel better, I think the flu is passing away from me. My body is EXHAUSTED.In spite of this, I'm going to TRY and make it to services tonight at our local temple. If nothing else I know the music is great there.I feel like I've come through a war. A familiar feeling. I have been at war with myself, in a way. Not

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Feeling somewhat better. Anything better than yesterday I am grateful for. Yesterday all I could was, to use G's expression, lie under the covers and jitter. I knocked myself out with Nyquil so I could get some sleep, and that seems to have helped a bit. Today I still have a low-grade fever, but the muscle stiffness is better, and my sinuses have opened up. Still have a headache though.I had

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Today, I am sick.I got the achy-shaky body. I got the upper respiratory distress. WITH accompanying sore throat from choking on phlegm all last night. I got the fatigue. I got the restlessness. I haven't hardly been out!! I haven't hardly seen anyone! Christ. I have some work I really wanted to finish today. I can barely fucking type.Shakes fist at the netherworld HEY! What else you got

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I'm tired. I don't feel like talking. I feel like I've already talked everything through with G, my parents, and K&L. I'm just tired.I am angry. I'm really pissed. I was derailed. I was doing SO WELL. And then SHIFT. and then PSYCHE! SHIFT again. And now...I was feeling better about myself than I have felt in years. I was healthy, strong, happy, and enjoying life on deeper levels than

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I can't sit still these days. Even first thing in the morning, while I'm drinking my coffee, I'm walking around the aparment, fiddling at the computer, messing about in the kitchen, usually knocking things over or tripping over things, because I'm still half asleep.Blogging requires sitting still for more than 10 minutes, so that's why I'm never around here these days.Facebook requires far less

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Love no more, I have got a prayerI ask forgiveness everywhereDevil unseen, please stop bothering meI've got a broken man to repairBrakes aren't working nowI'm trying to stop this trainOf desperation, loneliness and painNothing's up ahead, the lights are supposed to be thereAnd you probably think I never caredI hope to God one day you find some peaceWith the memory of meNow it's all in your head,

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Passover 2009Originally uploaded by MzOuiser

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This year, we didn't have any guests for Passover, so I was free to do pretty much whatever I wanted. Just to see how much I could do, I went for... well, not the whole shebang, but more than I've done in previous years. I decided to do the Big Cleaning.Chabad.org has a fabulously detailed series of web pages devoted to how to prepare the house for Passover, including "Operation Zero Chametz."

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I have just arrived home, and I am drunk. Sort of. Not like I used to be drunk. Just nicely drunkish. Three beers and one shot of bourbon, plus two big glasses of water and a plate of sweet potato fries. I feel GLORIOUS. WONDERFUL. FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC.I sang tonight. I went to the jam at my local pub, where G and I have been regular patrons since I moved here. The owner knows me, the wait

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I'm spending today in the city.Yesterday was a great, productive day.Something inside me is incredibly quiet. Like after a thunderstorm. It's... peaceful.Hopefully, it won't rain today.

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I saw my psychiatrist yesterday. I like him because he's no-nonsense. He's not an analyst, he's a physician, and I've had years worth of analysis, and I'm ready for some treatment. So I go in to see him, we get right to the point, we talk about efficacy, side effects, things to look out for, schedule next month's appointment, I hand over my co-payment, and 20 minutes later I'm outta

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Thank you, Great Lady of Light, for the many blessings in my life:My husbandMy familyMy catMy friendsMy voiceMy healthMy sense of humourMy humanityMay I live the best life I can, in honor of all I have received.May it be so.

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WHY THE FRAK IS IT SNOWING???

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I speak for a grateful public in saying, Natasha Richardson, I can't believe you are gone from us so suddenly, so quickly, so utterly without warning. As your father said, you were a true actress. You embodied the standard so many of us tried in vain to reach. I believed every word you said. Your fragility and your strength coexisted in your beautiful voice and face and entire being.My

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Today, instead of coffee, I'm drinking crystal light with caffeine! ZING!! WOWEEE!!Plan for today: Hot cereal and fruit for breakfast. Shower. GYM BABY!Then grocery shopping. Dinner tonight, scallops with citrus sauce over mixed veggies. Another new recipe. If I can't find fresh sea scallops, I'll try it with jumbo shrimp, or a nice thick fish.After dinner... I've actually been invited to

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I spent what used to be my favorite holiday in the city with my gal Ames. Unfortunately, we only went to two very lame and boring pubs, and had dinner at what must be the only diner that DIDN'T serve fish-n-chips. I was so far from drunk. I did no dancing. I heard no live music, never mind Irish music. I did not enjoy the company of men in uniform. Instead I stood around some boring pub

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Last weekend, I began to think, maybe the drugs are working.I spent all last week alone, while G was in Virginia attending a 5-day training seminar for his job. It didn't suck. Granted, I got the flu, which destroyed my master plan involving 5 straight days of gym workouts, but that was really the only thing pissing me off. I rested a lot. I cooked, I cleaned, I talked to my parents on the

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Man, did yesterday suck. I was sick, plain and simple. The flu. I lost the whole day. In so many ways. Everything I wanted to do was abandoned while I dealt with a fever, body aches, sore throat, way too much post-nasal drip, and a headache that pushed my eyeballs through their sockets.I didn't sleep much last night, but I do feel much better this morning. The flus I get usually only last

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Happy Purim everybody. Today I'm going to make Hamentaschen, and then try to fob the cookies off on my neighbors. Most of them have dietary restrictions, so I might have to take them to Marge's veterinary office next door or to our auto mechanics down the street. Never thought I'd see the day when I had trouble unloading cookies. I am a 5-star baker.Anyway. My husband is out of town for a

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I feel like I'm weaning myself off painkillers. Like, I've been taking painkillers for so long, I forgot that I have something wrong with me. Pain is a symptom of a bigger problem, so in order to correctly diagnose and treat the problem, you have to allow the pain to flourish, so you can follow it, see exactly where it's coming from, how it progresses, learn from it.Overcoming addictions is a

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I need to vent. This is just so hard.I just feel paralyzed. It takes phenomenal effort to do ANYTHING. I managed to shower and get dressed, but I'm having... er, female difficulties, suggesting that the gym isn't the best place for me today. So now I'm thinking I should change into something warmer and walk around the block.I went for that walk yesterday and was MISERABLE. I felt AWFUL.

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It's beautiful outside, and I feel completely, utterly alone.************************************************I had a phone call with my Mom. She said when she moved to Springfield, she felt the same way I feel about Nyack: people aren't genuinely friendly here. They are only friendly if they want to you patronize their establishment or hire them for some service, or join some committee they are

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We were warned about this one. I saw it on Google Calendar's Weather Widget - New York will wake up to several inches of snow on Monday. Yup, here it is. Several inches of thick, beautiful snow.It had stopped precipitating by the time we woke up at about 6:30, so G just had to do a little shoveling, but not much. Our town managed to get the plowing done in a timely fashion, at least from what

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5 days, 5 pills. Feeling good.I won't really feel any effects of the drug until it's been in my system for about 3 weeks. And even then, it's one of those individual things. Some people feel results after 2 weeks, some after 4 weeks... for some, it doesn't work, and you have to try a different drug. I'm rolling with it.Two typical side effects are weight gain and decreased libido, neither of

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I stepped through.Things look pretty much the same.Still a little scared.

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I've had a bottle of Prozac sitting in my kitchen for two and a half days now.I have been over this a million times. I have discussed this with so many people, psychiatrists, psychologists, my OB/GYN, my parents, my friends, both of my husbands. I have done so much research my God, SO MUCH, I've read material for physicians and publicly available material. Studies and case studies and

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Yesterday was G and my first wedding anniversary.*GASP*It boggles the mind how quickly that year has flown.Really, over the last three years since he proposed, our lives haven't changed much. We are still friends with almost all of the same people (thank G-d). Our parents and other relatives are still healthy and living their lives. He has the same job, and I still don't have one. (haha) We

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This morning, I woke up telling someone off.I don't remember everything about my dreams last night, but when I woke up, I was just about to get it on with a hot blonde guy that I used to know back in Springfield (no, not that one.) This guy I used to know, that nothing ever happened between us, because he was a nice guy, and the only guys that ever came after me were assholes and losers, so I

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Last night, I was supposed to go to a board meeting at 7pm. At about 2pm, snow began to fall over the New York Metro area.By 4pm, we had enough accumulation that the world was white. It rained down white flakes non-stop for hours.At about 5:30, I got the phone call: Board meeting is canceled due to inclement weather. I was relieved. I've already driven in two blizzards this season and that's

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Today, when I woke up, I was sad, and frustrated. I can't remember the dream I was having, but it was melancholy. I remember being in a situation I couldn't control, watching something sad happen. A lot of life is like that. I lay in bed for a half hour, thinking about other things, even telling myself stories, deliberately turning my mind in other directions. My primary strategy for mood

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1) Up at a decent hour. Coffee, breakfast, internet.2) Shower, turtleneck, Clarks.3) Call and make an urgent hair appointment. No way in hell you're spending Valentine's Day with the in-laws looking sloppy.4) Plan meals for the week. The WHOLE WEEK. 5) Make a grocery list.6) Gym. Call Mom while you're in the car, she misses you.7) Grocery shopping.8) lunch, TiVo9) See #3. Get your ass to

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Other things I've done since I've been unemployed, that aren't working out so good:1) Met with a psychiatrist about starting Zoloft.It took me two weeks of phone tag to get an appointment. I chose this guy because he's in my insurance plan, and G and I don't have any extra cash to be spending on yet ANOTHER out-of-network provider. My insurance company elicits groans from doctors offices, HR

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Not a Bad Way to Blow Ten BucksOriginally uploaded by MzOuiserI went ice skating with Kristin and her kids in January of 2008, in Chicago. I've been meaning to go to my local rink ever since... and somehow 13 months flew by.Being unemployed, just for these four weeks, has been bloody marvelous.Things I've done while unemployed:1. Gotten the flu completely out of my system.2. Bought a book of

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I never watch anything political on TV. I don't watch elections, I don't watch debates, I don't watch inagurations, I don't watch anything to do with politics. I get my political news from reading, and even then I have to read all sorts of articles and bits and pieces written on the same thing before I can feel as though I'm informed on something. I get political viewpoints largely from live

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G and I had this ambitious plan to work a full day yesterday, meet back at the apartment, hop into the car and drive to Weymouth, Massachusetts for a New Year's Eve party. 'Cause we're fun, crazy kids like that!Then, yesterday, at around 9am, the snow started falling. Not a blizzard, just a beautiful, steady, white rain. I had only been in the office for a half-hour and I just knew I wasn't

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On IMDB, there is a page for a 2009 movie of Atlas Shrugged, the fantastic novel by Ayn Rand. There is a lively discussion going on, where fans have listed which actors they would like to see in the roles. I have to agree with them - here are some of their picks:Dagny Taggart: Cate BlanchettHank Rearden: Jon HammLilian Rearden: Julianne MooreFrancisco D'Anconia: Antonio BanderasCheryl

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Thanks Pua!Originally uploaded by MzOuiserI couldn't believe it when Pua said she wanted to knit me a scarf. She expresses love with her needles and yarn. I've seen her work and it's beautiful, makes me want to learn to knit!Pua and I have been blogging for several years, and gone through some ups and downs together, even though we are an entire country apart. This is the greatest gift of

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After what seemed like weeks of overcast, rainy days, the sun finally shone. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, just endless miles of blue and crip, clear air. I filled my lungs over and over and thought of nothing but the moment, the clean, fresh air, the bright sunshine, the relative warmth of forty-ish degrees celsius during Christmas season.The Metro-North was fast. I stepped off the train

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Sorry... I've been playing violent board games.I've written in the past about my fear of dental work, which is really a fear of medical procedures in general, especially my phobia of needles. I also wrote about overcoming that fear, and having eight cavities filled in two visits, not to mention a smidgen of cosmetic dentistry. It was a pretty amazing experience... but it was two years

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Had lunch at Jean-Georges. Spent two hours there. It was like being in a spa. Perfect meal, perfect seating, and the company of an old friend.Spent the next hour and three-quarters at St. Thomas's church on 5th avenue listening to an organ concert. I'm not into 20th century stuff, but it was beautiful in there.Spent another hour drinking whisky at The Bar at the Four Seasons, warming up.Spent

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I was always a moody kid. I was easily hurt and cried a lot.For a couple of years in high school, I threw up anything I ate before school. I discussed it with some people and concluded it was a "nervous stomach." In reality, I wouldn't have eaten anything at all, ever, if I hadn't been so afraid of my parents throwing me in some treatment facility. I stayed healthy for fear of what would

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Ever since the remake of Casino Royale, I have been completely under the spell of Daniel Craig. Like everyone else with a sex drive. Reading the New York Times article about him, I got goosebumps. I've always had a thing for blondes.Sigh.Baaa... baaa...

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I realized a little while ago that I was reluctant to call my Mom and talk to her because there may come a time when she'll be dead, and I won't be able to. I don't want to depend too much on having her there. Talk about backward logic.I realized that this is also part of why I cultivate friendships. I'm hoping to have a support structure for when I lose my parents. Because my husband (and

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As I floated toward consciousness, the cat was meowing. "Shh," whispered G, petting the cat, letting me sleep just a little later. A morning like every other morning.When I opened my eyes, G was flipping the blinds open. As the first dawn light glowed into the room, he looked at me and smiled."You're not saying anything," I grumbled. "That's bad.""What?" G asked, leaning down for my

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It was actually a pretty crappy weekend. I made an incredible, mind-blowing SNAFU, which resulted in my going completely AWOL to something I had promised to attend. For most of the day Sunday, I felt absolutely horrible, that I had let down a bunch of people who I really wanted to help. It was an honest mistake, but a whopper. I was depressed and self-flagellating for hours.And then I let it

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MzOuiser - Thanks for your order with CD Baby!Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow.A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it to make sure it was in the best possible condition before mailing.Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over the crowd as he put your CD into

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"One day, you're there. And then, all of a sudden... there's less of you. And you wonder where that part went, if it's living outside of you? And you keep thinking, maybe you'll get it back. And then you realize... it's just gone." - Peggy, Mad MenI had thought we were talking about apartments. There was this bizarre almost-argument about who does more work around the house, and dancing

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The meeting was postponed until Friday at 1pm. Today.Today is Lee National Denim Day. We are all in jeans. I should have worn my suit anyway. I didn't know what to do and I panicked. I put on my jeans and decided to look like a Team Player. I hope that works.My hair isn't good today and I need makeup.Breathe.

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The problem is, once you realize what's wrong, you can't always do anything about it right away. You have to plan, and document things, and build up to a change. Meanwhile you have to suffer through.That's where the anxiety comes from. there are no quick fixes to the most important things in life. Unfortunately, the stakes get higher and higher. There are also no guarantees. So while you

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For years, I felt I had plenty of time. I enjoyed my twenties in a leisurely fashion. I felt that it was unreasonable to think that anyone would take me seriously until I was over 30 anyway, so a lot of things I didn't even try very hard for. I remember talking to one of my therapists about how when you realize you're buried in elephant shit, at least you know where you are. It's a place to

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When Julia Duffy was being interviewed about starring on The Newhart Show, she was asked why she thought her character was so popular. She thought about it for a few minutes and said "She's a loser, really. People like losers."Or was that Crystal Bernard, being interviewed about Wings? She said an almost identical quote.Anyway.My life is... pretty boring. G and I, married seven months, still

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The goodiesOriginally uploaded by MzOuiserHow excited I was to get my package from Brian! The mighty 2008 Stampapalooza was something I could not be left out of!I love old movies, and this one looks particularly frightful! I think I'm going to invite a bunch of people over for Halloween and force them to watch it with me! Hmm... Shall I dress as that girl on the cover? Or as Bela Lugosi? Or

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Just because I don't talk about it doesn't mean I've forgotten.Commemorate this day by telling your loved ones how glad you are to have them in your lives. You don't have to do it on National Television. A simple phone call will do.Defeat terror today.Update: After I wrote this, I read this beautiful post.And this beautiful essay.And this wonderful article.I believe in humanity.

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(This essay was originally titled "Dobbs Ferry: Station of Death")During the summer of 2007, the Village of Tarrytown, NY enacted a new ruling forbidding all non-residents from parking in their Metro-North Train Station parking lot.Tarrytown is a major stop on the Metro North Hudson Line. It’s an express stop, just under an hour in and out of Grand Central Station. It’s got a large parking lot

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All I want to do is read other people's blogs.That's all I've been doing, for months.I'm hiding from myself.In September there will be some good influences, and I'm hoping the lines of communication will open.Until then, I'm happy You -----> are all out there, sharing your lives. It comforts me.

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I got marriedI finished paying off my Student LoansI worked as a Licensed Massage TherapistI started a fabulous temp assignmentI cut my hairI nursed my cat back to healthI told my father he was the best dad a girl could haveI told my mother I respected herI hugged many good friendsI hosted and cooked a full Passover DinnerI bonded with my best friends' childrenI survived being towed off the

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Chop ChopOriginally uploaded by MzOuiserMy cheeks hurt. I've been grinning ever since last night, when my stylist worked her magic. I just love it.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpcTsf9rhqoWow. I really felt for this girl. Almost like... it was me!

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I thought an hour-long lunch break in midtown might be fun, but after wandering around alone for 25 minutes looking for something that was both a) appetizing and b) that could seat me, I wound up getting stir-fry from the deli and bringing it back to my desk, feeling very lonesome.Hey Dimarc - I stopped into Houstons, craving the crabcakes. I waited over 10 minutes for a "table for one," then

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Today I'm wearing cream colored pants with brown pinstripes, a sleeveless chocolate brown deep-V tunic and my brown Born sandals. It's one of my most comfortable outfits. I feel soft and solid at the same time. My hair is loose, falling around my shoulders like the long branches of a willow tree, small tendrils brushing my cheek and neck like leaves. My shoes are supportive and my legs feel

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...you're sitting in a sidewalk cafe, and the 5-year old at the next table frowns at his sandwich, asking his Mom "izzat white truffle oil?"

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What I said in that last post about how the next time I post something, it's going to be long, deep and chewy?Yeah, fuck that.I'm going to do the exact opposite.I'm currently going through my Pluto square, have been for the last two years, and this blog of mine is something I've been hanging onto. Now, let's not get carried away, I like having a place to publish my thoughts, and it's not like

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I don't think I've been a "blogger" for some time now. I could blame it on the schedule, but ever since March I've only had one job. I've had plenty of time to write, and plenty of inspiration, but I'm not drawn to the computer anymore.Instead, I've been talking. I've been motivated to visit friends who live near me with more frequency. I've been having long talks over burgers and sushi and

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It has something to do with never feeling accepted by a community that I thought I was part of, that I wanted to be a part of because it was all I knew.It has something to do with a feeling that I was taken advantage of, that I am still taken advantage of. Back in 1997, someone called me a "sucka" because I often agreed to do things that were nowhere near my job description, out of a desire to

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Last night I had another nightmare.It was before the wedding, a few weeks before. I broke up with G. I told him that it wasn't that I didn't love him, I just felt that I needed to work things out with Dimarc. G was crushed, but didn't throw a fit. He sadly told me that he didn't think it was the right thing to do, that he didn't want me to do this. It's the only time I ever remember seeing

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I woke up yesterday morning from a nightmare. I dreamed I was in Springfield, Illinois. No wait - it gets worse.I was asked to be in a show that was a sort of reunion special. It was a reunion for people who had done a lot of children's theater in the 70's and 80's, which of course I had. We all met in the auditorium of the old theatre I grew up in - whichis now closed, has been for years.

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I should write something about the wedding... it's hard. It's kind of surreal. Did all that really happen? Yeah, it did. I've got the proofs for the photo album sitting on my table. The wedding. My wedding. Gardiner and Me. Everything went perfectly. No really... it did. We got everything we asked for and then some. We even got refund checks from some of our vendors because we'd

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We're Ok Originally uploaded by MzOuiser

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She's ok!They didn't find any cancer. She has a large cyst attached to her liver, which doesn't seem to be having any detrimental effects (yet). We're going to be on the lookout for symptoms, but so far, she's a very happy, lively old lady. Her kidneys are a bit undersized, so it's out with the Cat Chow and in the with the Feline K/D. She HATES Feline K/D, but if I mix it with some grocery

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Saturday morning was Marge's annual check-up at the vet's office. Marge is a very good kitty for the vet. There's virtually no struggling, no yowling, no scratching. Oh, she voices her fury when I put her in the carrier, but once we're out of the apartment building and she smells the fresh air she gives up the protesting and just sits grumpily. With the doctor, she submits to the probing and

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All those things it's supposed to be? The happiest day of your life? A day like a dream you never want to wake from? The important life decision you feel best about? The rock-solid foundation that makes the rest of your life suddenly seem doable? It was all that. The wedding I mean.Ever since we got home, we've both been exhausted, grumpy, and tackling new things professionally. It's like

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Reading 2-16-08 Originally uploaded by MzOuiser

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I freaked out just a little teeny bit today.Tonight is my bacholorette party. It's at a karaoke place, so my Man-of-Honor has asked me to come up with a list of songs I might like to sing. I suck at that. Just the thought of having to prepare makes my stomach churn. It's churning right now just typing this. So fuck it. If I sing less as a result, big fucking deal. I NEED TO RELAX.However,

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I found this unpublished draft, written shortly after Thanksgiving:Monday: Work a job normally done by three people.Monday night: file not foundTuesday night: G's and my blood test results are in. He has elevated cholesterol. I am a carrier for Cystic Fibrosis. Later Tuesday night: attempt to order wedding invitations: unsuccessful. Email sent to wedding planner to confirm LAST MINUTE FUCKING

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This bubble I'm living in keeps getting thicker and thicker. I only barely notice things going on out there.I'm shocked and saddened by Heath Ledger's sudden passing, which I learned about from a co-worker. I was a particular fan of his, ever since he pranced through the bleachers singing "You're Just Too Good to be True" in 10 Things I Hate About You. I must have watched A Knight's Tale a

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And I thought he never married because he hadn't met me yet.*sigh*

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Recently I was left alone for two days on the job, the only person present in the department. I held down the fort rather well. I was able to complete all tasks assigned to me, as well as handle 90% of incoming work. In my free time I organized files and did other sorts of work that was sitting on the back burner. By the end of the second day, I was pleased with myself, and had that inner

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I've thought all day about what I'd write, how I'd tell the rather mundane story of how the Food Tasting went, when G and I tasted the food for our wedding. I've told the story to a number of people on the phone - people who knew we were going and couldn't wait to hear about it. Every time I tell the story, I get it right, and think to myself why haven't I blogged this yet? Every time I try to

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So, I'm on the third floor because I have to deliver something. The only time I've ever on the third floor is to deliver something, and I never stick around long. On my way out, I always make a quick stop in their Bistro because they usually stock these amazing 100-calorie brownies, and if they have them, I grab one before I go.For the most part, the people on the third floor hardly see the

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Your new over-blown security requirements are preventing me from accessing my own account. I know I attended Laketown Elementary school, but does your system want me to type "Laketown School" or "Laketown Elementary" or some other combination?? Or not capitalize anything?I know I was born in Manchester, CT, but does your inane system want me to spell out Connecticut? Or not capitalize it? Is

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Last Friday night, I dreamed an older woman cooked dinner for me. She was in her 60's, slightly built, with a straight, healthy back, and white curly short hair. She made me some sort of cheesy quiche-looking dish, and a bowl of some tomato stuff. It was cheap American food, made with canned ingredients. I got the impression that she thought it would approximate Italian food because it had

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Sir Walter Raleigh was NOT on board a vessel during the fight against the Spanish Armada.Just sayin.'Here's another blog post I don't have time to write. So go see the movie. It's bloody fantastic.

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Irises Originally uploaded by MzOuiser These are the flowers my dear friend Kristin sent me for my birthday!Ok, this is the picture from the Martha's Flowers catalog. But they looked EXACTLY like this!

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To whoever sent me the STUNNINGLY GORGEOUS bouquet of Irises from Martha's Flowers, thank you!Unfortunately, they are still buds right now, and will likely bloom while I am in Wisconsin, where I will be vacationing with Mom and Dad until next Wednesday. I will therefore be sure to have G take a digital photo when they do bloom, and I will post said photo on Flickr and this blog when I get back.I

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Thank you for your kind comments and emails regarding that last post. I was almost afraid to post it, and considered taking it down. It's hard to see some of those words in print, out there for the world to see, especially since a lot of people I know in real life know who I am and how to find this blog. I'm out of blogging closet, so to speak, so all sorts of people might read that... from my

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This morning I watched "Blues Brothers 2000," which I'd never have seen if not for TiVo. That's too bad. For all the things wrong with it, I think it would have been a hoot to see in the theater, on the opening weekend. If I'd been in my home state of Illinois, I can only imagine the whooping and hollering when the strip club sign "Featuring Miss Carbondale" splashed across the screen.

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