Body Language

February 17, 2006

I have been going to the gym 6 days a week for at least an hour and a half. I got a trainer, and he kicks my ass-liberally. 3 times a week. I love it. The rest of the time I kick my own ass. I am going to have the body of a high-end stripper. Soon…..


Holy War

February 17, 2006

“I’m  proud to send this one


I was asked to send this on if I agree or delete  if I don’t. It is said that
86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore I  have a very hard time
understanding why there is such a problem in  having “In God! We Trust” on our money
and having “God” in the Pledge of  Allegiance. Why don’t we just tell the 14% to
Shut Up and BE QUIET!!! 

If you agree, pass this on, if not delete.

I AGREE  !!!!
“God  Bless America  .” ”

I got this from a coworker a few days ago. Am I the only one who finds this disturbing? Right up there with Pro-Life Marches….. Shit like this scares me. I don’t even know where to begin…..

V Day

February 14, 2006

Today I got called “The Grinch of Valentine’s Day” and, honestly, it was one of the best compliments I have ever received…. So to all of you I wish lots of love… And to those of you already in love-my sincerest apologies, and the best of luck. Shit happens, deal with it.

Dan and I had been planning this all week. He woke me up at a quarter after 8 to ask me when I was going over. So I got my ass up and proceeded to get ready. A trip down the Turnpike, two bridges, Staten Island in beteen, the BQE, and 40 minutes later I was at his house in Brooklyn. I pet the dog (the cutest black Sharpei ever, one of those wrincled dogs with excess skin enough to cover him a few times over), took some pictures, and headed out to Manhattan.

Sunday brunch in the City is a social event. It is a time reserved for your friends to recap the week, SATC-style. So that’s what Dan and I did. Mimosas are included with the food, and the waiter keeps filling your glass, and next thing you know, you are drunk in daylight. I was also a little high from the meds, so I was extra loud.

After we were done, we went drunk shopping. I used his employee discount at AE to get some stuff. Then we went to West Elm and bought some matching stuff to organize my bathroom. Everything is now green. Very relaxing. Browsed through Sephora (MAKEUP!!!) and Strand, the biggest, bestest bookstore EVER! Ended the day at Atrium with a pair of pants for work. And then I had to head back to Jersey. Dan had stuff to do for work, so he also went home. A hundred bucks later, a ride through the Holland Tunnel ( I was sober by then, we had walked around half of Manhattan), and a stop at a gas station, I was home.

This sounds sooo good, right? Well, it is. When we got back to my car after all the shopping, I noticed there was a scratch on my bumper. Fuck, someone hit it, I guess. It’s not too big, but it’s there, and Hatsumomo is not even a year old…. Poor Hatsu has had no luck with that bumper. Someone already smacked into it at work a few months ago, but my boss got it fixed for me. Hopefully I can get it fixed at work, even if I have to pay for it…. I love our Body Work guy…

I hate sunday nights. I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. Then again, does anyone?

Prozac Nation

February 3, 2006

The headaches began a few months ago. Someties I felf as if my eyes were going to pop out, others-that my head would implode just like the Universe is supposed to in a few gazillion years. I wouldn’t even be able to walk straight. I would go to bed with it, I would wake up with it. So I went to my Doctor, who scared the sthit out of me by saiying I might have an aneurism ( I lost a friend a few years ago who, it turned out, had one of those), gave me some meds, and said that if they don’t work I should go back right away. He also explained that migraine headaches are caused by inconsistent levels of serotonin.

So I get home and look up the perscription he gave me. Lo and behold-antidepresants. They regulate the serotonin levels in your brain, which generally makes you happy. It turns out antidepresants have quite the popular side effect-they make sreaming children inside your head go away. No more imploding Universe inside my head. My eyes are still in their sockets, waiting to be plucked out by my lovely coworkers. And as an added bonus for me- I have never had such an easy, happy winter.

One thing, though, and it may not be all bad- I can’t drink alcohol. The combo of the two makes me so high, you would think I was a professional junkie. I giggle, I strip, I collapse on the floor… OK, not that bad, but pretty close. Fun times…. No, really, I never got naked in public.

And now I go take my Happy Pill….