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[18 Oct 2003|11:44pm] |
SO... today we went down to Long Beach to show Enzo the aquarium. Afterwards we went to the Yardhouse so I could have a belgian beer. While Carlos was watching Enzo I looked over at another table and saw this guy checking out this blonde girl who walked passed our tables. He stared at her and then told his buddy to check her out as well. Then his girlfriend made some comment and he laid back in his seat and replied, "WHAT, babe!?!" (I kid you not.)
I don't know what possessed me but I walked right up to her and told her she should dump her boyfriend. Then I went back to my table and cleaned up our stuff because we were ready to go.
Carlos had to wait to get the check because Enzo was fussy and wanted to go outside to see the boats, so I took him outside. The girlfriend from the other table came towards me and asked me to explain why I had said that to her. So I told her what I had seen and I didn't feel as though she should have been treated like that by her boyfriend and she deserved much better. She seemed confused and she walked back to her boyfriend who was standing by the door, smoking superciliously and watching us. As I passed by him I said, "Good luck" to both of them and the boyfriend, trying to diss me came up with a curt look and the word, "Interesting."
Maybe it was none of my business but like I told the girlfriend, He's a prick. I just couldn't keep it to myself. Maybe karma will unfurl and some one will come up to me and call me some apt physical feature, who knows? But I think karma shall visit those two as well.
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[28 Sep 2003|06:28pm] |
OK I am in the middle of a garden gnome fetish. I want a garden gnome for my balcony so badly but Carlos thinks I am insane. He says it will scare Enzo.
Kitsch. Most kitsch I don't mind looking at but would never buy but there's something so funny about garden gnomes.
I've been stalking eBay today looking for a cheap huge garden gnome but I know I won't find it. Apparently lots of other people want gardeng gnomes too. *sigh*
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[20 Sep 2003|08:41pm] |
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I don't understand why guys who are losing their hair keep trying to grow what they have left and do that combover. OK, OK maybe some guys don't have the ovoid head shape that naturally accents a shaved head but really, wouldn't life be easier. Less mess, quicker showers, no wasted money on hair products? Bald guys are pretty sexy I think. I'm attracted to that practicality.
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[18 Sep 2003|02:41pm] |
I really believe what goes around, comes around. I think thatis the closest I have come this year in believing in HOPE.
I don't know exactly when I lost HOPE, maybe it's just th epostpartum depression taking over. Anyway I've been feeling better lately and have been throwing myself into lots of projects.
My latest project is trying to construct a big papier mache black cat for Halloween. Wish me luck.
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[11 Sep 2003|07:54pm] |
OK so I figured out how that actor guy Owen Wilson manages to hold conversations with people who can't tell if he's totally serious or making fun of them.
He talks as if he was speaking to himself in the bathroom mirror totally alone.
Am I right?
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[07 Sep 2003|09:35pm] |
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Oh I hate Prozac.
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[10 Aug 2003|11:19pm] |
Uh oh, how long have I been away? I'm so sorry but I went away to Philly for a month and then I was completely absorbed with Enzo for another month.
He's gone through some amazing changes. He now signs for apple, banana, up, milk, dog, bird, car and more signs for various songs he likes me to sing to him (all of them Wiggles songs). He still seems advaned when it comes to motor ability and mobility in general and he only says dada or doh. He's been working on other syllables but cannot produce those sounds on command.
I think I've finally settled into my mom skin. It doesn't shock me anymore that I'msome one's mother and I still feel like an individual. I feel like I care so much more about the world but at the same time I am so absorbed with Enzo.
He's starting to throw mini-tantrums. And it's impossible for people not to stare in public. But you have to ignore them and just focus on your ranting toddler. These aren't full blown tantrums yet though. I can still pick him up and soothe him down or divert his attention. I worry about hose days to come but am thankful for the glorious moments that fill my days and last week when he learned to kiss my cheek I thought I just about died and went to heaven.
Last night I cried thinking that one day I would die and have to say goodbye to Enzo forever.
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[04 Jun 2003|10:04pm] |
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Yikes. Enzo is learning so many new things and amazing me I can't keep up!!!
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[26 May 2003|03:47pm] |
Sorry all I was away on vacation. Enzo celebrated his birthday in high style in Philadelphia, hung out in New York City and partied in Miami as well.
Family is important. That is what I have learned.
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[11 May 2003|07:14pm] |
So this was my first Mother's Day. I got up late which was great and immediately set about getting the guys OUT of the apartment asap so I could concentrate on "relaxing".
Relaxing turned out to be hours of sweating over iPhoto trying to organize a year's worth of photos. Thanks to Costco, I should be able to see prints by Tuesday before lunch and it won't be horrifically expensive. Except that I'm having problems now burning a cd full of photos through iPhoto. I'm totally stressing out because I wanted to make photo albums for relatives and now I'm running out of time and sanity.
And I didn't even get to do laundry, clean up or watch a stupid movie like I was hoping ot do today.
ARGH. Calgon take me away.
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[10 May 2003|10:54pm] |
Why is all that toy train stuff so expensive? How come one little piece of train track is like $25? I think I'm going to put a wishlist right on Enzo's site so people can just GIVE US THIS STUFF.
But then again do I really want relative strangers or strange relatives giving us stuff anyway?
Hmmm. That's chiasmus.
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[09 May 2003|08:29pm] |
OK I have the lamest luck. My in-laws ordered me a gift set (peonies and an italian vase) for Mother's Day and guess what!?! The company FORGOT THE VASE.
So the peonies are now in an Ocean Spray cranberry juice plastic container.
It's so pathetic I just want to stab myself and die.
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[09 May 2003|08:17pm] |
I took some St. John's Wort today and I think it worked. I feel a little calmer now and not so suicidal. I need a break so badly. This Sunday for Mother's Day I asked to be just left alone all day.
Of course I'll be working on Enzo's photos, but I plan on generally lazing about and maybe renting some crappy movies and eating chips and dip ALL DAY.
I haven't posted because I've been feeling so shitty. I've been really numb and just ready to kill. Suffice it to say I'm going to see a therapist on a regular basis so I can vent my stress and negativity. They say I am suffering from depression/post-partum depression with anxiety. Suicidal ideation but no plan.
Really I'm much too chicken to kill myself and it would be a terrible thing to do for everyone involved. It's a bit too selfish, you know? But still, it's been a rough two weeks and I can see the light again. Everything was very gray and blah for so long.
Usually when I got really depressed I would rent a CHinese foreign film and cry my eyes out. I mean, Gong Li has it rough in some of her movies. It's not like I'm living in dirt and can't feed my child but it's so fucking hard to shake this depression.
BAH.
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[29 Apr 2003|08:45pm] |
I bought the Bubble Mower for Enzo. It didn't work because the stupid bubbles get caught on their way out so no trail of bubbles.
I took it to the park thinking it would be lots of fun running with the mower, bubbles streaming out of it and Enzo toddling after, giggling and loving life. Enzo basically ignored the mower and it became the property of other kids while we were at the park.
The first kid was a girl who was being watched by a mom who obviously didn't give a shit about other people's property. She let her kid drag the mower through the sand and when I walked up to her with Enzo and said that it was OK for her daughter to play with it but don't drag it through the sand and please put it back when she was done, the mom gave me this withering look. She denied letting her daughter drag it through the sand although I saw her do it not two minutes prior. She didn't even apologize or thank me.
FUCK YOU ASSHOLE MOM!
FUCK YOU AGAIN FOR JUST DUMPING THE MOWER SOMEWHERE AND LEAVING.
Later on I saw another kid playing with it. I told his dad it was cool but please watch it around the sand and put it back when he was done. The dad (he looked like a thin Kevin Spacey) was nervous at first about his son taking the toy but then he relaxed and was super nice. It was a pleasure catching glimpses of his son running the mower ragged. The kid had the mower for like an hour but he returned it to my tarp. The dad thanked me and we even had a small conversation.
THANK YOU RIGHTEOUS DAD
The tarp actually got stolen away a few times. Once for some kid to roll in it, and then a bunch of screaming little girls took it away to hide under from another kid they deemed "The Monster".
So this is what happens when you set up a picnic area and have no other moms with you. If no one guards your stuff it becomes public property. Understandable from a little child's point of view - how can they tell the difference in a park setting? But what about the parents? Enzo saw some one's ball and wanted to play with it but I didn't let him play with it. I mean, I try to respect boundaries. But what do I know? These parents had older kids. I've only been a parent 11 months (+10 prenatal months).
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[26 Apr 2003|09:26pm] |
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Everyone go out and buy the latest Front 242 album and EP. You can thank me later.
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[25 Apr 2003|10:12pm] |
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Just for the record I made up that "cunning linguist" joke over 10 fucking years ago and now I hear it everywhere.
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[24 Apr 2003|09:30pm] |
OK so I saw this postcard years ago of a dog squatting and pooping in some city street and JUST NOW am I thinking how utterly silly it is. Though I have a variety of friends, I can't really think who in the world would I send that postcard to, if I actually bought it.
I have a postcard collection though. That would not make it. My favorites right now are the postcards featuring Kozik stuff, movie posters and anything with COOL monkeys.
Because there are lots of uncool monkeys, you know.
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[22 Apr 2003|09:06pm] |
I have sinusitis. It really sucks. For five days I have had headaches, nauseau, I've been short of breath. It's tough when you're trying to sing Wiggles songs and throw your kid up in the air, all the while gasping for breath.
You know how they say the sins of the parents are visited upon their children? I feel like just the sins of my previous childless existence is being visited upon me as a parent. Anything I ever did before that was wrong, I am being punished for now. Why else would I want to throw myself off the balcony as early as 8:00 am every day?
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[19 Apr 2003|03:35pm] |
I don't know if you have noticed but whenever I read news reports about fatal accidents involving tourists, they usually end up being German. I remember reading an article where a German tourist was "suspected" dead because all they found were his glasses and some personal belongings in Africa. I think it was assumed he had been eaten by a crocodile.
All of my good friends in Germany all love to travel and when they visit they go EVERYWHERE. I remember when my friend Christian visited me a few years back. He cheerfully reported one night he and another German friend took off in the morning to visit Compton. He said he was very nervous when they were at a stop light and a car stopped next to them and ominously rolled down their window to speak. To his utter delight and humor, the African-American people inside the car asked him for directions.
Now I don't know about you, but I can say that none of my other friends, no matter what country, ever wanted to go visit South Central L.A.
So are Germans exceptionally curious or unlucky or something? Or do they just travel so extensively that odds are if something happens to a tourist, they will be German? A lot of these deaths are a bit bizarre, mind you.
I decided to compile a "short" list of some German tourist fatalities because I have a rather dark sense of humor today.
Sept 1994 - Gunmen shot dead one German tourist & wounded another in a random attack in the Red Sea resort of Hurghada (Egypt). Two Egyptians also were killed & another German man died of his injuries after returning to Germany.
November 1996 - A German tourist died in similar circumstances last November after her tour group left her unattended when she developed symptoms of altitude sickness (Tibet).
September 1997 - A German tourist was killed when struck by volcanic rock from Mount Semeru in East Java.
May 1999(?) - In addition to the fatal accident at Skudenshavn, a German died in a boat at Lindesnes and a German diver was found dead at Flekkeroey (Norway).
June 1999(?) - In addition to the Caesars dealer, a gambler who had lost $87,000 at the tables jumped off a Trump Plaza roof, and a German tourist died after leaping from the Resorts Casino Hotel parking garage.
July 1998 - A German tourist leapt to his death from the Cairo Tower to prove the "curse of the pharaohs," the German embassy said Thursday.
August 1999 - A German tourist died on board of a Lauda Air plane. The man had food poisoning. He collapsed on a flight from Bangkog to Vienna. The man ate the bad food prior to boarding the plane.
July 2000 - A German tourist died after he was washed off the breakwater at the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront (Cape Town, South Africa) here on Wednesday, along with one of the security guards who tried to rescue him.
October 2000 - A 67-year-old German tourist died of heart failure in a hotel in Bumthang (Bhutan) on October 14.
October 2001 - A German tourist killed by a hot rock which shot out of a volcano may have been there to practice a mystical ritual. The 52-year-old woman was in Italy to visit the Stromboli volcano when she decided to climb to the crater in the middle of the night. She made it up to the top and was standing by the crater edge when the rock shot out of the volcano and hit her on the neck.
January 2002 - At least three Muslim youths beat a German tourist to death in Medan, North Sumatra, after a drunken argument about religion.
October 2002 - German tourist, age 24, was killed late at night by a 4m crocodile at Sandy Creek Billabong in Kakadu National Park. Her sister told a German diplomat that a tour guide had allegedly assured them it was safe to swim at the well-known saltwater crocodile haunt (Australia).
November 2002 - Nine tourists were killed when their luxury tour bus veered off the road between Piet Retief and Pongola (Pretoria, South Africa) before rolling.
By Friday morning, the German Embassy was still not able to provide the names of the German tourist who died and the seriously injured woman.
December 2002 - A GERMAN tourist was killed and another one injured in an accident outside Walvis Bay (Namibia) on Friday morning.
February 2003 - A GERMAN tourist has died after collapsing in stifling heat at Kings Canyon in the Northern Territory (Australia), police have said.
March 2003 - A German tourist died Saturday in a landslide that buried his vacation home in Amsteg, Switzerland.
April 2003 - Two people died last Sunday and another was seriously injured in a traffic accident in Fuerteventura (Canary Islands). The head-on collision between two vehicles took place on the FV-2 in the Tuineje district. The drivers of both vehicles - a 26 year-old and a 63 year-old German tourist - were killed, and a passenger, another German tourist, was injured.
April 2003 - The most recent fatality was that of a 19-year-old Dutch man who slipped and fell from a waterfall in Tully, North Queensland (Australia).
However, this incident was preceded by the deaths of a German woman who was attacked by a crocodile in the Northern Territory, a man drowned in Katherine Gorge, two diving deaths and two snorkelling deaths.
April 2003 - A 39-YEAR-OLD man has appeared in court charged with the murder of German tourist at Donore, Co Meath, on September 25 (Ireland).
HEY - don't feel so bad! Occasionally I find one of these gems:
October 2002 - A hatchet-wielding man who lured a German tourist from his camper and then chopped his victim twice in the back of the head paid for the brazen attack Saturday morning with his life.
The tourist, described by police sources as a 15-year-judo expert, turned the tables on his attacker and killed the thug with his bare hands, despite suffering two axe wounds to the head (Calgary, Canada).
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[15 Apr 2003|08:14pm] |
Finally caught an episode of What Not to Wear on BBC America. Eh.
Meanwhile, we have been battling Enzo's (moderate) diaper rash. Very bad situation because Enzo has diarrhea or something. He just won't stop pooping every few hours. All weekend it was like this, and him screaming when it came time to wipe his bum. Poor guy. We saw the doctor yesterday and the prescription ointment seems to be working.
Strangely we think it has to do with Enzo growing up. He has been on a liquid diet since I gave up trying to feed him solids for a while. Then he got these nonstop poops and the rash. I started giving him solids and HALLELUJAH he is actually eating!!! And now his poops are becoming less frequent and more solid, and I think the rash is getting better slowly. It's like his body was trying to tell us, "GIVE US SOLIDS ENOUGH WITH THIS FORMULA ALL THE TIME!"
I was going crazy there for a while. I thought I was the worst mom (again) for even letting him get a rash in the first place. But I'm beginning to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Why is parenthood like this? SO harrowing and SO much self-doubt and when you get to the end of the pain it all seems so clear? Hmmm, it's kind of like labor.
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