Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Dear Abby

this is totaly STOLEN from a mass e-mail, but it made me laugh my ass off, and I don't usually read stupid forwarded e-mails, but this one was worth it!

Dear Abby!

My husband has a long record of money problems. He runs up huge credit card bills and at the end of the month, if I try to pay them off, he shouts at me, saying I am stealing his money. He says pay the minimum and let our kids worry about the rest, but already we can hardly keep up with the interest.

Also, he has been so arrogant and abusive toward our neighbors that most of them no longer speak to us. The few that do are an odd bunch, to whom he has been giving a lot of expensive gifts, running up our bills even more.

Also, he has gotten religious in a big way, although I don't quite understand it. One week he hangs out with Catholics and the next with people who say the Pope is the Anti-Christ. And now he has been going to the gym an awful lot and is into wearing uniforms and cowboy outfits, and I hate to think what that means.

Finally, the last straw. He's demanding that before anyone can be in the same room with him, they must sign a loyalty oath. It's just so horribly creepy! Can you help?

Signed, Lost in DC

Stop whining, Laura. You can divorce the jerk any time you want. The rest of us are stuck with the asshole for four more years!

Sunday, January 23, 2005

I *heart* snow!

Winter wonderland in East Harlem this morning…

and on my walk home last night from the subway…

Here’s looking out of our apartment window towards the park….

and here’s looking out my window at work, looking down, towards the street…

The pictures cannot give the entire picture of the enormity of the situation. it’s beautiful, and it’s scary, but it’s also a GREAT work-out to walk through; I certainly don’t need to hit the gym today, my ass feels like I’ve been on the stairmaster for an hour – I HIGHLY recommend it.

I’m *over* the whole FF thing. I have better things to do with my time than argue with someone I’ve never met about a policy we don’t agree on. There’s better places to channel my anger, like global warming, animal abuse, the right for Narda and I to get married, yada, yada, yada….

Enjoy the snow, stay warm, and think of Quincy, who is fascinated to see the “big white bugs” falling form the sky….

Saturday, January 22, 2005


I belong to an on-line supprt group, called Fertility Friend, and even though we are now adopting, I have bonded with some amazing women there. I HAVE however, experienced censorship and it is frustrating beyond belief! I had a political cartoon in my signature, and it apparantly had a website in its code. Their "charter" does not allow other websites to be displayed. So they erased my ENTIRE signature. That includes my weight loss ticker, my link to this site, some funny blinkies which include: and I am so LIVID and frustrated. I feel violated, and I know I'l get over it, but it's just SO DAMN frustrating. I was reading the NY TImes on the subway this am, and I got so riled up by reading about how Bush wants to repeal the environmental laws passed in 1990 (you know the ones that make plants retrofit their equiptment with cleaner technology) that I'm just in a mood today, but we are auditioning about 200 kids today who want to go to grad school to become actors, so I get out my frustration HERE, and NOT on them.... SIGH.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005


It is FINALLY snowing in NYC - My heart is SOOOOO happy!
We've been waiting for so long, and now it's here. The only bummer part is my SHOES are SO Not Snow weather shoes. The weather folks kept lying through their teeth, saying we'd have snow. I stopped believing them. Now I'm wearing 2 inch heels, and it's snowing outside..... (OK, they're chunky heels, but heels none the less). Tomorrow, for sure, I get to wear my fun dykey boots, and have a perfectly good excuse - it's SNOWING! Yeah snow! I *heart* snow!

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

the l word

this show drives me nuts, but like a train wreck, we watch every Sunday....

can the claneing lady come early?

OK - JUST got off the phone with our Social Worker), and our home visit is scheduled for Friday the 4th at 10am - She meets the cats! ACK - Now if only I can get our cleaning lady to come on the Thursday before.... hmmmmm

Now after the home visit, she's just waiting on the fingerprint files to come back from the state and the feds, and then we go into "Pool" - aka the list of Waiting parents....

Friday, January 14, 2005

here come the cats

as anyone who knows me will tell you, I tend to like our cats.
So here is a brief omage to them....

The little grey one was Sweet Pea, and he is no longer here, but that's a different entry for another day. My favorite is the "Cats for Kerry" shot, followed by the cat who thinks he's a stuffed animal.


are you really reading this?

OK, I had NO idea folks would actually be reading this, so I guess I have to be a bit more dilligent and write something funny, sarcastic or heartfelt.

I am swamped at work, and we are trying to perfect our "dear Birthmother" letter, which will enable a woman, who is pregnant with child, to choose us, a bi-racial, Jewish lesbian couple to raise her child. SO you can see why we are on draft 392. It's been about 6 months since we began the whole adoption process, and I enjoy the scrapbooking part the best-that's where we take a slice of our lives and put it to paper. like here:

I like scrapbooking, but this is a bit obsessive, as we want it to be just perfect. At some point, we just have to let go of the whole process and have some faith...

Thursday, January 06, 2005

go here

If I haven't metioned it in other aspects of my life, go HERE:


This woman cracks me the fuck UP! And I love reading about her daughter, her sense of humor, and her poop antics. Like in today's entry.

Work poopers unite!


(I woke up this morning, and my hair was still short. damn)

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

when bad hair happens to good people.

Here I am with the lovely and talented Narda, after we finished the Midnight run in Central park (with over 10 thousand other crazy folks)

I asked for 1 or 2 inches to be taken off, and they took 4 - FOUR inches of my hair - that's 6 months, people.