Coming to you Live....
...from the 40th floor of the World Trade Center 7 building that I have got to confess I really do not want to be sitting in right now.
I gave some passing consideration to not coming in today, but honestly it seemed stupid when all is said and done. Ironically, this is probably the safest day of the year for me to be in my building.
I'm not going to dwell on this as I have in the past. Its 9/11. We all know what happened, I've told my story about 8 million times. A lot of people died for no good reason, I lived and whatever god or goddess there is up there must have been smiling on me that day because everyone I love lived too. And believe me, really, I know how lucky that makes me.
So, its been the usual two months or so between entries for me and lord knows I'm long overdue for an update.
Ain't much to report though to be perfectly honest. I'm becoming rapidly disillusioned about this job, something I probably could have predicted if I'd thought a bit before accepting it. Turns out I'm not that good at fundraising nor do I have any more of an interest in science than I did for the five, extremely long years, I worked for that stupid science journal. Also, the organization of this place leaves a bit to be desired. We've lost about 15 people since I started here six months ago. Which for an office of 60 is a lot.
Not to worry though, there is a plan in place, but I'm going to exercise some restraint this time and not go broadcasting it to all and sundry.
McCartney is well and happy. We're puttering around the house and painting and buying things that we're having trouble finding room for. We keep buying new art for the walls and then we can't figure out where to hang anything.
My family's good. My nephew, who arrived three weeks early, is getting very fat and sassy. Like his mother. But, don't tell her I said that.
I saw "Hairspray" about two months ago and fell violently in love with teen hearthrob Zac Efron (see icon above) then fell just as violently out when I actually went so far as to Tivo and then watch not only "Highschool Musical" but "Highschool Musical 2." So I've amended things to state that I have a huge crush on "Link Larkin" NOT " Zac Efron" who I have decided is a tool in need of a haircut...
That probably means I should get rid of the Rolling Stone with his hot, sinewy, body plastered on the cover off my desk...hmmmm
We spent a very nice, much needed vacation in Rockport, MA a few weeks ago. If you're on the east coast and you're ever looking for a nice place to decompress I can't recommend it enough. Beautiful, seaside, artist community. We stayed in a fantastic B&B and ate lots of clam chowder, encountered a gaggle of ugly Americans in matching, really loud, Hawiaan shirts while on a tour of the House of Seven Gables in Salem, MA, went on a whale watch and saw humpbacks and a pod of dolphins and McCartney almost got hypothermia, toured a real 200 year old Chinese house transported from a mountain community in Northern China and rebuilt in the Peabody Essex museum in Salem and decided that life is way to short not to be doing things we actually care about and want to do...a grand time was had by all.
My parents came to visit us last weekend and appeared to have a good time, which was surreal, but really, really nice. My mother and I ended up going to a baby shower for the daughter of one of her friends who just happened to be having the party at another townhouse community about three minutes from ours. Talk about odd. At said party I was forced into a very bizarre reunion with a kid I grew up with. Like from birth straight through college. The weird part came from the fact that for the last like four years we'd been hearing that he appeared to have developed (at worst) some psychotic tendencies or (at best) a really severe drinking problem that sent him into psychotic rages where he actually started beating people up. He's been in "grad school" for the last ten years and has managed to alienate all of his friends from "the old days" and needless to say I spent a considerable part of our conversation this weekend vaguely fearing for my life...
And speaking of drinking problems. On October 31st I will have been sober for an entire year. I'm feeling fairly impressed about that.
Oh this is funny. I somehow managed to take one of my mother's Ambien two nights ago. Near as I can figure I brought one back with me the last time we went to visit, I guess I was having trouble sleeping or something. For unknown reasons I saw fit to stash the pill in an empty Zyrtec bottle.
A brief pharmaceutical lesson: Zyrtec is a very common allergy medication and since I am allergic to things like air and water I take a lot of it. Its a little tiny white pill, and has always been a little tiny white pill. Ambien is an extremely serious sleep aid that knocks you on your ass and turns you into a flailing moron if you don't, like, go to bed RIGHT after you take it, it is a round, bright blue pill.
I went to the bathroom in search of a Zyrtec, found afor mentioned bottle and apparently decided that despite the fact that it was blue and round it was still Zyrtec, like really old Zyrtec. So I took it.
We were eating something called "Tamale Pie" for dinner that was very spicy and about half way through dinner I started having what felt like a reaction to about 12 shots of tequila. I became convinced that some ingredient in this "Tamale Pie" had hallucenegenic properties and McCartney said that he DID remember a Simpson's episode where Homer ate a pepper and started tripping so maybe it was possible! I called my mother and asked, somewhat incoherently, if she'd ever heard of anyone having visions or an out of body experience after eating Mexican food and THEN probably because I was talking to her, it occurred to me that maybe I hadn't taken a "really old" Zyrtec after all...needless to say I slept really well. She called yesterday to ask if I had "ingested any other serious narcotics." Funny lady, my mother.
Never a dull moment around my house gang, never a dull damn moment...
Hope you're all well today and every day.
I gave some passing consideration to not coming in today, but honestly it seemed stupid when all is said and done. Ironically, this is probably the safest day of the year for me to be in my building.
I'm not going to dwell on this as I have in the past. Its 9/11. We all know what happened, I've told my story about 8 million times. A lot of people died for no good reason, I lived and whatever god or goddess there is up there must have been smiling on me that day because everyone I love lived too. And believe me, really, I know how lucky that makes me.
So, its been the usual two months or so between entries for me and lord knows I'm long overdue for an update.
Ain't much to report though to be perfectly honest. I'm becoming rapidly disillusioned about this job, something I probably could have predicted if I'd thought a bit before accepting it. Turns out I'm not that good at fundraising nor do I have any more of an interest in science than I did for the five, extremely long years, I worked for that stupid science journal. Also, the organization of this place leaves a bit to be desired. We've lost about 15 people since I started here six months ago. Which for an office of 60 is a lot.
Not to worry though, there is a plan in place, but I'm going to exercise some restraint this time and not go broadcasting it to all and sundry.
McCartney is well and happy. We're puttering around the house and painting and buying things that we're having trouble finding room for. We keep buying new art for the walls and then we can't figure out where to hang anything.
My family's good. My nephew, who arrived three weeks early, is getting very fat and sassy. Like his mother. But, don't tell her I said that.
I saw "Hairspray" about two months ago and fell violently in love with teen hearthrob Zac Efron (see icon above) then fell just as violently out when I actually went so far as to Tivo and then watch not only "Highschool Musical" but "Highschool Musical 2." So I've amended things to state that I have a huge crush on "Link Larkin" NOT " Zac Efron" who I have decided is a tool in need of a haircut...
That probably means I should get rid of the Rolling Stone with his hot, sinewy, body plastered on the cover off my desk...hmmmm
We spent a very nice, much needed vacation in Rockport, MA a few weeks ago. If you're on the east coast and you're ever looking for a nice place to decompress I can't recommend it enough. Beautiful, seaside, artist community. We stayed in a fantastic B&B and ate lots of clam chowder, encountered a gaggle of ugly Americans in matching, really loud, Hawiaan shirts while on a tour of the House of Seven Gables in Salem, MA, went on a whale watch and saw humpbacks and a pod of dolphins and McCartney almost got hypothermia, toured a real 200 year old Chinese house transported from a mountain community in Northern China and rebuilt in the Peabody Essex museum in Salem and decided that life is way to short not to be doing things we actually care about and want to do...a grand time was had by all.
My parents came to visit us last weekend and appeared to have a good time, which was surreal, but really, really nice. My mother and I ended up going to a baby shower for the daughter of one of her friends who just happened to be having the party at another townhouse community about three minutes from ours. Talk about odd. At said party I was forced into a very bizarre reunion with a kid I grew up with. Like from birth straight through college. The weird part came from the fact that for the last like four years we'd been hearing that he appeared to have developed (at worst) some psychotic tendencies or (at best) a really severe drinking problem that sent him into psychotic rages where he actually started beating people up. He's been in "grad school" for the last ten years and has managed to alienate all of his friends from "the old days" and needless to say I spent a considerable part of our conversation this weekend vaguely fearing for my life...
And speaking of drinking problems. On October 31st I will have been sober for an entire year. I'm feeling fairly impressed about that.
Oh this is funny. I somehow managed to take one of my mother's Ambien two nights ago. Near as I can figure I brought one back with me the last time we went to visit, I guess I was having trouble sleeping or something. For unknown reasons I saw fit to stash the pill in an empty Zyrtec bottle.
A brief pharmaceutical lesson: Zyrtec is a very common allergy medication and since I am allergic to things like air and water I take a lot of it. Its a little tiny white pill, and has always been a little tiny white pill. Ambien is an extremely serious sleep aid that knocks you on your ass and turns you into a flailing moron if you don't, like, go to bed RIGHT after you take it, it is a round, bright blue pill.
I went to the bathroom in search of a Zyrtec, found afor mentioned bottle and apparently decided that despite the fact that it was blue and round it was still Zyrtec, like really old Zyrtec. So I took it.
We were eating something called "Tamale Pie" for dinner that was very spicy and about half way through dinner I started having what felt like a reaction to about 12 shots of tequila. I became convinced that some ingredient in this "Tamale Pie" had hallucenegenic properties and McCartney said that he DID remember a Simpson's episode where Homer ate a pepper and started tripping so maybe it was possible! I called my mother and asked, somewhat incoherently, if she'd ever heard of anyone having visions or an out of body experience after eating Mexican food and THEN probably because I was talking to her, it occurred to me that maybe I hadn't taken a "really old" Zyrtec after all...needless to say I slept really well. She called yesterday to ask if I had "ingested any other serious narcotics." Funny lady, my mother.
Never a dull moment around my house gang, never a dull damn moment...
Hope you're all well today and every day.