School's Out For Summer

I wish I was a camper...swimming twice a day, a snack of icecream in the afternoon and lots of running around and playing. At daycamp in Brooklyn, I started my first magazine with my best friend Yuki Sow. Her parents owned the fish market down the street from my grandmother's apartment. Yuki and I knew all of the camp gossip; so our magazine chronicled the dating lives of elementary school kids. We handwrote our magazine and sold it for 25 cents. I guess I was always meant to be in the media business.

In high school I released one edition of the The Fountainhead - an alternative rag. I just didn't have the discipline to continue. I remember making tons of photocopies at my dad's office and my friend and fellow Fountainhead writer stealing some samples of laxatives.

Another wonderful thing about the summer - about camp - was having a crush. From camper to camp counselor, there was always a boy (sometimes many) that gave a certain energy to the hot days. It was lovely, but not always so innocent in my teenage years.

Dare I?

I won't apologize for not blogging for several months. Though it's crossed my mind once or twice, I can't really say that I've missed it. I find my life as an adult is filled with more change than my life as a teen or obnoxious, hard-drinking 20's. Welcome 30's - a brain that is often forgetful and cloudy yet so painfully sharp at moments that I'm shocked by my own acuteness. A body that is full-fledge plus-size, but still filled with curves and a flair of sexiness. An appetite for sex that had significantly dimished since my youth, but a newfound respect for pleasure and sensuality in a totally different emotional regard. A career that can blossom and fizzle out in a week, but a good reputation, to boot. A checking account that has grown by leaps and bounds, but a savings account that putters quite quietly on.

As a teen there were some constants...friendships with a group of absolutely adorable girlfriends that could see heaven and hell in split seconds. Being horny. Looking, deeply searching for fun (sometimes at any cost). Having a new crush. Imbibing, indulging, hallucinating, puking - all constants.

I wait for Dan to get home - glass of hearty red by my side. Pugs walked. Coffee pot washed. Lily Allen playing followed by the trusty Rolling Stones. He will make eggs tonight because it's muggy and we're so tired. I no longer cook as I did in Ithaca - it's been months since I've picked up a pan. I think I like it.

From Perez on Heath

It's sad that the entertainment media fails to remember that this actor has a family who is suffering. I'm disgusted - as much as I love seeing people do drugs. Perhaps because Heath Ledger was cool people and it's a shame that he's being disgraced.
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Oh, boy!
This is not good.
PerezHilton.com has exclusively learned that one of the entertainment news shows is going to broadcast an explosive video of Heath Ledger at a drug-fueled party.
"I'm gonna get so much shit from my girlfriend," Ledger is seen saying in the vid.
Why, he's asked.
"We have a baby together…matilda matilda rose."
The tables at the party are filled with drugs, one person who has seen the tape tells us.
Ledger also talks about his drug use and other not so pretty things are seen.
"I used to smoke five joints a day," Heath reveals. And that's not the only thing. It's being reported that Ledger also battled addiction to heroin, cocaine, alcohol and prescription pills.
Sad.

Updates

My dear Andrew has been in the hospital for more than a week now suffering from a collapsed lung. Let's all send our mental best wishes that he recuperates fabulously from his surgery this week.

My beautiful Kimmee is still at home recuperating from her severe ankle injury. I seriously miss your daily emails. Seriously. You are my absolute favorite person to email with.

My pain in the ass, but much beloved kid sister Amy is home suffering from muscle spasms in her back and shoulders. I miss you and really want you to take better care of yourself.

Cloverfield with Stay - good movie.

The Number 23 - BAD, stupid, dumb movie.

Barack taking South Carolina.

Seeing Francea's mom after 15 years... Priceless

Working on weekends. SUCKS.

Cheese fries from Bel Aire Diner on 21st Avenue...Yummy.

New client meeting on Saturday. On fire.

Rock of Love with Bret Michaels on VH1...Guilty pleasure.

Prelief over-the-counter acid reducer, urinary frequencey controlle. Kicking interstitial cystitis in the arse.

The Clintons taking getting fucked up the rear in South Carolina. Excellent.

The Boys getting a much-needed bath. Puppy love.

Still reeling from Heath Ledger's death. RIP.

Stoddard, New Hampshire, 1980s

Granite Lake - home of gum-chewing bullfrogs

Heath Ledger 1979-2008

Great Actor, Sad Story

Brad Renfro dead at 24

See People Magazine article today

Kids Don't Like Clowns

Click on title of post for results of new study.

Happy New Year

OK, so I haven't blogged in almost a month. Here's a rundown of everything that happened over the holiday.

• Christmas was good. Really. This was the third holiday without my mom and it wasn't so painful this time.
• I got some fabulous gifts for Christmas. I gave some fabulous gifts for Christmas.
• I took a week off and slept. After a super busy fall and holiday season, I needed some serious R & R. Dan and I were zombie-like.
• We saw the following movies: I AM Legend, Juno and something else I just can't remember right now.
• I started to read a book. After a several month hiatus from reading, I am currently enjoying The Almost Moon by Alice Sebold.
• I picked up new business. I will be well-paid until April. WooHoo.

Recently:

• We purchased a chair this weekend for the library. That room will hopefully be ready for entertaining soon enough. Dinner parties to come.
• I'm not sleeping well. My interstitial cystitis is beginning to wreak havoc on my life - particularly during sleepy time. Yes, I've missed meetings. I discovered that one of the foremost experts on this disease (?) is based in Long Island.
• I have a growth on my face that is getting bigger. Dermotologist on Tuesday.
• I realized that I am one of the cheapest billing freelancers in metro NY - time to raise fees on all new clients...
• I spent all day on Sunday organizing my office. I get cranky when I'm not organized. Time to buy yet another bookcase.
• I get depressed in January. I miss my mom.

Tis the Season

SO...

Dan told me that I'm getting this for Christmas. (Click on word "this") if the hyperlink color doesn't clearly come thru.http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/uncensored.shtml)

Kim had ankle surgery on Wednesday. She's off the morphine and is being discharged today...after she checks in at the psych ward.

I finished most of my Christmas shopping with Sandra last night...though I realized that I bought Dan and my Dad the wrong dress shirt size. I did buy another pair of red shoes for myself...and a sweater...and some undies...

I'm off for a few days...HOORAY

I'm going to dare to brave the post office again today.

My kitchen table is completely full of gifts that need to be wrapped.

Columbian food for dinner tonight with Stay.

Chris and Francea over tomorrow night for dinner. Hopefully we can see Walk Hard.

Chilling.

Our landlady converting her garage to a studio. Bummer.

and a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeee