Original My Space post date: November 24, 2008
So this Friday will be the busiest shopping day of the year. Black Friday, as those who have served in the retail industry know it. Can I ask a small favor of any one reading this blog? Please? The favor is - STAY OFF YOUR CELLPHONE WHILE CHECKING OUT IN LINE!!
This plea stems from an experience I had the other night at - of all places - Super K-Mart. I realize that my first mistake was going to Super K-Mart. But it was a last resort, as I had already scoured every toy aisle of Toys R Us, Target, and Wal-Mart within a 30 mile radius. I was looking for a Fisher Price Little Mommy Newborn Baby Doll to go with the Fisher Price Little Mommy Stroller that I bought for Keira for her first birthday. This doll fits perfectly in the stroller and is only $10 (I probably spent more than that on gas driving around looking for this thing but I digress...). Target and Wal-Mart had none. Toys R Us had four - but they were all African American or boys. (I'm sorry, judge if you want, but I was looking for a Caucasian, girl baby doll.) So, triumphant with my find, I went to the front of the store to check out. Disaster.
Now, I don't go to Super K-Mart often. Mostly because it's out of the way, but also because their customer service there isn't quite a pleasant experience. As usual, there were 30 people trying to check out and only 3 cashiers. You do the math. The line I picked put me behind a colorful cast of characters, but my favorite was the large, boisterous woman on her cell phone. As the tired, overworked cashier scanned her items, the Cell Phone Lady (CPL for short) proceeded to talk loudly enough for all of us to hear her business. Yelling to someone on the other end, she handed the cashier a stack of coupons. I sighed and picked up a magazine. This was going to be a long one.
The cashier scanned each coupon as slowly as she could. Beeeep! Blooop! Beeeep! Blooop! My head was ringing. Suddenly, "Uh, excuse me, ma'am? Hello, ma'am?" the cashier said, trying to get CPL's attention. No response. "Ma'am? This coupon is no good." CPL: "Hold on a second, I'm checking out at K-Mart, no, no, hold on...what?!" At this point, the lady in front of me turned around and said "I only came in here to get some eggs." I laughed. Again the cashier: "This coupon is $5 off of a $50 purchase and you're $0.25 short." CPL (back on her cell phone): "Ok, ok wait I don't understand, it says $5 off when you spend $50, and I spent $50!" I wanted to scream! You stupid TWIT! Put down the freaking cell phone and pay attention to what's going on!! CPL goes, "Well, just forget it then." I thought, oh, forget the coupon. NO - SHE MEANT, FORGET MY PURCHASE AT ALL - AND WALKED OUT! All while still on her cell phone.
Please - I beg you! - do not answer or continue a conversation while on a cell phone in line. Are you really that self-important that you need to be having that conversation at that very moment?? It's rude to the cashier, and rude to those waiting in line behind you. I mean, how long does it really take to check out? 2-3 minutes, tops? Your phone call can't wait that long? Your house better be burning to the ground or someone on the other end better be clinging to the last minutes of life! Those are the only acceptable reasons to be on the phone at that very moment. Just think of how much faster and how much more enjoyable this holiday season would be if everyone just waited to take that call.
Here's wishing you and yours a Happy Black Friday!
Monday, March 9, 2009
GOP - You've GOT to be kidding!
Original My Space post date: September 2, 2008
I visited one of my favorite internet sites tonight, www.celebrity-babies.com, a fun site that blogs about celebrity babies and features hip baby clothes and toys. I got hooked on it when I was pregnant and check it daily for new baby clothes sites and celebrity baby stories. Imagine my surprise when tonight's main headline was "Alaskan Governor/VP Candidate Sarah Palin's Child Expecting". WHAT...THE...HELL.
But it's true. Sarah Palin's 17-year old daughter Bristol is expecting her first child and she's 5 months pregnant. This announcement just makes my head spin. Sarah Palin pranced into the Presidential race, spewing her religious beliefs, hard-core family values, and sprinkling a little bit of her PRO-LIFE bullshit into every speech she makes. Not to mention her belief in teaching abstinence to our children as the only way to prevent pregnancy.
She is so delusional. Any mother of a teenager cannot think that their child is not having sex, or at least thinking about having sex. This is just ignorance. And any parent who thinks they can preach abstinence and not even mention birth control or condoms to their child needs to WAKE UP. Practice what you preach, right Momma Palin?
So then in doing a Google search on Bristol Palin, I see that there was an internet "rumor" that Sarah's newest baby, Trig, is actually Bristol's. This was the first I had heard of this. What is so funny to me is when Sarah Palin was announced as the GOP's VP candidate, I Googled her. One hit that I searched had a family picture of the Palin Family. In looking at this picture, I thought to myself, "That oldest daughter looks pregnant!" This website below shows Bristol in that picture, blown up to highlight her condition:
http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/8/30/121350/137/486/580223
This site also lists a number of reasons why it is possible that Trig is her child. One of these reasons is that Sarah Palin NEVER LOOKED PREGNANT. Not even to her closest co-workers. In a picture where she claims to be 7-months pregnant, she looks thin and trim as ever. This seems IMPOSSIBLE for a mother who has 4 previous pregnancies. As I first time mom, I didn't show at all until I was about 5 months. But after that, there was no mistaking I was pregnant.
Part of me really sympathizes with Bristol. An unplanned pregnancy is a scary thing, let alone that you're 17-years old and still in high school. I think the part that makes me so mad is that her mother is so devoted to the "Preach Abstinence" platform and it has seemingly back fired on her. But I applaud Bristol for having the baby.
I don't know who to vote for come November. To me, the choice is Obama/Biden, or write-in Hilary. I will never vote for any candidate that does not support Pro-Choice. Nor will I vote for a 73-year old Republican who puts Sarah Palin a heartbeat away from running our country.
I visited one of my favorite internet sites tonight, www.celebrity-babies.com, a fun site that blogs about celebrity babies and features hip baby clothes and toys. I got hooked on it when I was pregnant and check it daily for new baby clothes sites and celebrity baby stories. Imagine my surprise when tonight's main headline was "Alaskan Governor/VP Candidate Sarah Palin's Child Expecting". WHAT...THE...HELL.
But it's true. Sarah Palin's 17-year old daughter Bristol is expecting her first child and she's 5 months pregnant. This announcement just makes my head spin. Sarah Palin pranced into the Presidential race, spewing her religious beliefs, hard-core family values, and sprinkling a little bit of her PRO-LIFE bullshit into every speech she makes. Not to mention her belief in teaching abstinence to our children as the only way to prevent pregnancy.
She is so delusional. Any mother of a teenager cannot think that their child is not having sex, or at least thinking about having sex. This is just ignorance. And any parent who thinks they can preach abstinence and not even mention birth control or condoms to their child needs to WAKE UP. Practice what you preach, right Momma Palin?
So then in doing a Google search on Bristol Palin, I see that there was an internet "rumor" that Sarah's newest baby, Trig, is actually Bristol's. This was the first I had heard of this. What is so funny to me is when Sarah Palin was announced as the GOP's VP candidate, I Googled her. One hit that I searched had a family picture of the Palin Family. In looking at this picture, I thought to myself, "That oldest daughter looks pregnant!" This website below shows Bristol in that picture, blown up to highlight her condition:
http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/8/30/121350/137/486/580223
This site also lists a number of reasons why it is possible that Trig is her child. One of these reasons is that Sarah Palin NEVER LOOKED PREGNANT. Not even to her closest co-workers. In a picture where she claims to be 7-months pregnant, she looks thin and trim as ever. This seems IMPOSSIBLE for a mother who has 4 previous pregnancies. As I first time mom, I didn't show at all until I was about 5 months. But after that, there was no mistaking I was pregnant.
Part of me really sympathizes with Bristol. An unplanned pregnancy is a scary thing, let alone that you're 17-years old and still in high school. I think the part that makes me so mad is that her mother is so devoted to the "Preach Abstinence" platform and it has seemingly back fired on her. But I applaud Bristol for having the baby.
I don't know who to vote for come November. To me, the choice is Obama/Biden, or write-in Hilary. I will never vote for any candidate that does not support Pro-Choice. Nor will I vote for a 73-year old Republican who puts Sarah Palin a heartbeat away from running our country.
My Top 10 Downtowners
Original My Space post date: June 9, 2008
When I was on maternity leave earlier this year, one of the things I missed the most about work was the cast of characters that I encountered daily downtown. I'd like to take a moment to pay tribute to the top 10 colorful and unique individuals that make my boring work days oh-so interesting.
1. Ed the Shuttle Driver - Ed drives my Station Square shuttle and has probably been doing his job for the past 20 years. Everyday he wears a denim button down shirt with the "Station Square" logo embroidered on the front, and a red tie. I'm pretty sure he's a Nascar fan because he posts Nascar posters of cars with numbers all over them on the shuttle's interior walls. He doesn't know my name, but remembers me as the really pregnant girl who had a baby, so he always asks me "How's that little one doing?" He's charming.
2. The Man who Sits in the Ticket Booth at the Station Square Lot - I don't know his name, but I know he's somewhere between 50-70 years old. He wears glasses with lenses like pop bottles, has big ears, and has 4 or 5 teeth. He remembers me and I always say good morning to him as I pull through the gate. Nice man.
3. The Creepster who Works the Surface Lot by my Building - "Heeey Blondie! Want a pop?" I think this was the funniest thing this guy said to me. I was walking back to my office from a meeting and he asked if he could get me a pop from the machine. Why? I don't know. Maybe this was his way of making friends. I often pass him when I walk to work, and he always has to stop me to ask some obscure question. One time he thought I was married to one of my co-workers because we went to a lot of job meetings together. To which my co-worker responded "Ha! No way!" which equally offended me.
4. The Italian Lady who Owns Milano's Pizza with Her Sons - Milano's is the little pizzeria on Market Street by my building - the only pizza place in a 3 block radius that my office is allowed to order from (it's a whole other story for another time). The little Italian woman who owns the place with her two sons - one of which is named Michael - always has some story to tell us about some customer or one of her waitresses. Although it's hard to understand her broken English, I am glad to patronize their business and keep them around.
5. The Homeless Man with a Baby Stroller - It's just like it sounds. There is a homeless man on the Blvd. of the Allies that I see around 5:00 everyday who pushes all of his belongings around in a (fairly new) Graco baby stroller. And I wonder, Who gave him the stroller? Did he steal it? Was it a gift? A couple of times he has asked me for a quarter. Maybe he saved up all of his quarters and bought it. Maybe he thought it was a good investment? You intrigue me, Homeless Man with a Baby Stroller.
I'll quickly run down the next few:
6. The Cleaning Man in my Building who Eats McDonalds in the Building Conference Room Before he Starts Work
7. The Chatty Cougars on the Shuttle
8. The Metrosexual Guy in my Building who Always Tells Me He Likes My Shoes
9. The Cheerful CB Richard Ellis Engineer in my Building who Changes our Fluorescent Light Bulbs
10. The Rabbit that Lives Under the Bushes Outside of the Grand Concourse (although it's been about a year since I've seen this rabbit. I shudder to think what may have happened to it.)
So there you have it. The 10 most interesting people in my work "neighborhood" who make a regular day seem special. I really missed working downtown! I mean seriously, if you had all these interesting people to look forward to seeing everyday, wouldn't you love it too?
When I was on maternity leave earlier this year, one of the things I missed the most about work was the cast of characters that I encountered daily downtown. I'd like to take a moment to pay tribute to the top 10 colorful and unique individuals that make my boring work days oh-so interesting.
1. Ed the Shuttle Driver - Ed drives my Station Square shuttle and has probably been doing his job for the past 20 years. Everyday he wears a denim button down shirt with the "Station Square" logo embroidered on the front, and a red tie. I'm pretty sure he's a Nascar fan because he posts Nascar posters of cars with numbers all over them on the shuttle's interior walls. He doesn't know my name, but remembers me as the really pregnant girl who had a baby, so he always asks me "How's that little one doing?" He's charming.
2. The Man who Sits in the Ticket Booth at the Station Square Lot - I don't know his name, but I know he's somewhere between 50-70 years old. He wears glasses with lenses like pop bottles, has big ears, and has 4 or 5 teeth. He remembers me and I always say good morning to him as I pull through the gate. Nice man.
3. The Creepster who Works the Surface Lot by my Building - "Heeey Blondie! Want a pop?" I think this was the funniest thing this guy said to me. I was walking back to my office from a meeting and he asked if he could get me a pop from the machine. Why? I don't know. Maybe this was his way of making friends. I often pass him when I walk to work, and he always has to stop me to ask some obscure question. One time he thought I was married to one of my co-workers because we went to a lot of job meetings together. To which my co-worker responded "Ha! No way!" which equally offended me.
4. The Italian Lady who Owns Milano's Pizza with Her Sons - Milano's is the little pizzeria on Market Street by my building - the only pizza place in a 3 block radius that my office is allowed to order from (it's a whole other story for another time). The little Italian woman who owns the place with her two sons - one of which is named Michael - always has some story to tell us about some customer or one of her waitresses. Although it's hard to understand her broken English, I am glad to patronize their business and keep them around.
5. The Homeless Man with a Baby Stroller - It's just like it sounds. There is a homeless man on the Blvd. of the Allies that I see around 5:00 everyday who pushes all of his belongings around in a (fairly new) Graco baby stroller. And I wonder, Who gave him the stroller? Did he steal it? Was it a gift? A couple of times he has asked me for a quarter. Maybe he saved up all of his quarters and bought it. Maybe he thought it was a good investment? You intrigue me, Homeless Man with a Baby Stroller.
I'll quickly run down the next few:
6. The Cleaning Man in my Building who Eats McDonalds in the Building Conference Room Before he Starts Work
7. The Chatty Cougars on the Shuttle
8. The Metrosexual Guy in my Building who Always Tells Me He Likes My Shoes
9. The Cheerful CB Richard Ellis Engineer in my Building who Changes our Fluorescent Light Bulbs
10. The Rabbit that Lives Under the Bushes Outside of the Grand Concourse (although it's been about a year since I've seen this rabbit. I shudder to think what may have happened to it.)
So there you have it. The 10 most interesting people in my work "neighborhood" who make a regular day seem special. I really missed working downtown! I mean seriously, if you had all these interesting people to look forward to seeing everyday, wouldn't you love it too?
Thanks for ruining a classic, Kid Rock
Original My Space post date: May 29, 2008
Just admit it. Every time you hear "Sweet Home Alabama" start to play (you know - that catchy guitar rift that starts out the song) you turn to your best friend or even that random standing next to you and shout "I love this song!" If we were at a fraternity party, all the sorostitutes would shout "WOOOO!" and the shirtless guys in cowboy hats would high five each other, beers sloshing out of their red plastic cups. (Ok, so in my head this is what happens. I have been to 2 fraternity houses in my entire life, and never saw one shirtless guy wearing a cowboy hat...but I digress...)Regardless of where you are when you hear it, the song just makes you smile. When Lynyrd tells you to "Turn it up!", you do. And seriously, who doesn't know the words? Everyone knows the chorus. I'll admit I'm a little jealous that the song isn't titled "Sweet Home Pennsylvania" (it works!) or that I'm not from Alabama. This song is as American as apple pie and Monica Lewinsky.Which is why it made my skin crawl to hear this new Kid Rock song, "All Summer Long". All I can think of is his greasy stringy hair, smoking a cigar, sitting on the hood of some beat up 80's car, wearing a wife beater. I hate his version, which is a composite of "Warewolves of London" and "Sweet Home Alabama". He pretty much managed to desecrate two unbelievably awesome songs at the same time. Kudos, Kid Rock. Classy, just like your taste in women. And Sirius, can you please not play this song 3 times an hour on all of your stations while I am at work? Yet another reason why XM is clearly the winner when it comes to music. Unfortunately, I think we'll have to hear this song allll summer looong...ha...
Just admit it. Every time you hear "Sweet Home Alabama" start to play (you know - that catchy guitar rift that starts out the song) you turn to your best friend or even that random standing next to you and shout "I love this song!" If we were at a fraternity party, all the sorostitutes would shout "WOOOO!" and the shirtless guys in cowboy hats would high five each other, beers sloshing out of their red plastic cups. (Ok, so in my head this is what happens. I have been to 2 fraternity houses in my entire life, and never saw one shirtless guy wearing a cowboy hat...but I digress...)Regardless of where you are when you hear it, the song just makes you smile. When Lynyrd tells you to "Turn it up!", you do. And seriously, who doesn't know the words? Everyone knows the chorus. I'll admit I'm a little jealous that the song isn't titled "Sweet Home Pennsylvania" (it works!) or that I'm not from Alabama. This song is as American as apple pie and Monica Lewinsky.Which is why it made my skin crawl to hear this new Kid Rock song, "All Summer Long". All I can think of is his greasy stringy hair, smoking a cigar, sitting on the hood of some beat up 80's car, wearing a wife beater. I hate his version, which is a composite of "Warewolves of London" and "Sweet Home Alabama". He pretty much managed to desecrate two unbelievably awesome songs at the same time. Kudos, Kid Rock. Classy, just like your taste in women. And Sirius, can you please not play this song 3 times an hour on all of your stations while I am at work? Yet another reason why XM is clearly the winner when it comes to music. Unfortunately, I think we'll have to hear this song allll summer looong...ha...
Miley Cyrus...Who Cares?
Original My Space post date: April 29, 2008
I swear if I have to hear about Miley Cyrus one more time this week I am going to scream. I was listening to three, THREE radio stations on the way into work this morning and all of them were discussing Miley Cyrus' Vanity Fair cover photo. Some calls to the stations included:
"It's too risque for a 15-year old!"
"Faith based family - yeah, right."
"What kind of example is she setting for my young daughter?"
And herein lies the problem as I see it. Miley Cyrus is an actress. A movie star. A hit recording artist. She is not your young daughter's baby sitter or older sister. Actresses in Hollywood create fictional characters. They "act" like someone they're not - it's their job and what they get paid for. Too many parents these days are looking for these actresses and pop stars to set examples for their young children. But really, it's not the actress' or the pop singer's responsibility. IT'S THE PARENT'S RESPONSIBILITY.
So my first thought, "How many 10 year olds are reading Vanity Fair?" I'm 26 and I don't read Vanity Fair. But one caller claimed, "My daughter doesn't read it, but now she'll want me to buy it for her!" Um, if your daughter sees a commercial for the most beautiful pink doll house ever made, do you run out and buy it for her?? If you do, you're going to have a long road ahead of you. How about this? Tell your daughter NO. "No, you cannot have this magazine because it's for ADULTS."
My other thought is that IF my child would ask, "Mommy (or Daddy), why is Miley naked on that magazine cover?", my response would be, "She's an actress. She gets paid to act and be on magazine covers." Also, Miley Cyrus is a young girl herself. She isn't always going to make the right decisions like an adult would. (Britney, Jamie Lynn, Lindsay Lohan ring any bells?) It's hard for a young child's role model to be a role model themselves.
I'm not saying what she did was OK. She is a little too young to be on a national magazine cover wearing nothing but a sheet. But I am tired of hearing angry parents up in arms because this is going to "scar" their child. Try a little parenting - a little no or having a discussion with your child about it will do wonders.
And to the media outlets who keep talking and talking and TALKING about it, LET IT GO. You're the ones making it a bigger deal than it is. It almost makes me never want to read PerezHitlon.com or TMZ.com ever again! Almost...
I swear if I have to hear about Miley Cyrus one more time this week I am going to scream. I was listening to three, THREE radio stations on the way into work this morning and all of them were discussing Miley Cyrus' Vanity Fair cover photo. Some calls to the stations included:
"It's too risque for a 15-year old!"
"Faith based family - yeah, right."
"What kind of example is she setting for my young daughter?"
And herein lies the problem as I see it. Miley Cyrus is an actress. A movie star. A hit recording artist. She is not your young daughter's baby sitter or older sister. Actresses in Hollywood create fictional characters. They "act" like someone they're not - it's their job and what they get paid for. Too many parents these days are looking for these actresses and pop stars to set examples for their young children. But really, it's not the actress' or the pop singer's responsibility. IT'S THE PARENT'S RESPONSIBILITY.
So my first thought, "How many 10 year olds are reading Vanity Fair?" I'm 26 and I don't read Vanity Fair. But one caller claimed, "My daughter doesn't read it, but now she'll want me to buy it for her!" Um, if your daughter sees a commercial for the most beautiful pink doll house ever made, do you run out and buy it for her?? If you do, you're going to have a long road ahead of you. How about this? Tell your daughter NO. "No, you cannot have this magazine because it's for ADULTS."
My other thought is that IF my child would ask, "Mommy (or Daddy), why is Miley naked on that magazine cover?", my response would be, "She's an actress. She gets paid to act and be on magazine covers." Also, Miley Cyrus is a young girl herself. She isn't always going to make the right decisions like an adult would. (Britney, Jamie Lynn, Lindsay Lohan ring any bells?) It's hard for a young child's role model to be a role model themselves.
I'm not saying what she did was OK. She is a little too young to be on a national magazine cover wearing nothing but a sheet. But I am tired of hearing angry parents up in arms because this is going to "scar" their child. Try a little parenting - a little no or having a discussion with your child about it will do wonders.
And to the media outlets who keep talking and talking and TALKING about it, LET IT GO. You're the ones making it a bigger deal than it is. It almost makes me never want to read PerezHitlon.com or TMZ.com ever again! Almost...
My Heath Ledger Blog
Original My Space post date: February 1, 2008
I have to admit it - I am a celebrity gossip junkie. I am a frequent visitor to TMZ.com and Perezhilton.com, not to mention obsessed with tabloids like US Weekly and OK! magazine. John knows that I need at least an hour each night to get my celebrity gossip fix via the internet. He makes fun of my obsession but that's ok with me - it's my one guilty pleasure in my busy daily routine.
I heard the news of Heath Ledger's death on the radio on my way home from work last Tuesday. "The latest on the Heath Ledger tragedy - right after Maroon 5..." the DJ said. Heath Ledger tragedy?! That wasn't something I expected to hear. Britney Spears or Amy Winehouse - either of those names would have been no surprise to any of us. But Heath Ledger? I quickly pulled up Perezhilton.com on my phone and saw the headline "The Latest Details on Heath Ledger's Death". Really, my heart dropped.
Right now you may be reading this and asking why I care so much about his death to devote an entire blog to him. You might be saying, sure it's sad and it's tragic, but that's Hollywood! And I'm bothered by it too. Why do I care so much? Why have I not been able to shake the image of Heath carrying his two year old daughter on his shoulders? And there you have it. I loved him as an actor and a public figure, but I was charmed even more by him as a father.
Any person who reads those gossip mags and websites like I do is familiar with the pictures published of Heath pushing a stroller, or playing with and feeding his little girl. He looks like a regular Joe, just a daddy and his daughter spending some quality time together. I can't help but relate to these images since I get such a euphoric feeling when I see my own daughter with my husband. And now my heart hurts for this little girl who will grow up without knowing her father. He too was just a dad, but happened to be a talented and famous actor. I hate that Hollywood and the pressures of his craft forced him to leave us the way he did. I want him to be able to walk the streets of Brooklyn with his daughter again, I want to rewind history and bring him back. He was a man, an actor, but most importantly a father, taken too soon.
Post-blog note: One of my favorite movies has always been A Knight's Tale. I cry everytime I watch the scene where Ulrich visits his blind father for the first time in 10 years. Rent it!
I have to admit it - I am a celebrity gossip junkie. I am a frequent visitor to TMZ.com and Perezhilton.com, not to mention obsessed with tabloids like US Weekly and OK! magazine. John knows that I need at least an hour each night to get my celebrity gossip fix via the internet. He makes fun of my obsession but that's ok with me - it's my one guilty pleasure in my busy daily routine.
I heard the news of Heath Ledger's death on the radio on my way home from work last Tuesday. "The latest on the Heath Ledger tragedy - right after Maroon 5..." the DJ said. Heath Ledger tragedy?! That wasn't something I expected to hear. Britney Spears or Amy Winehouse - either of those names would have been no surprise to any of us. But Heath Ledger? I quickly pulled up Perezhilton.com on my phone and saw the headline "The Latest Details on Heath Ledger's Death". Really, my heart dropped.
Right now you may be reading this and asking why I care so much about his death to devote an entire blog to him. You might be saying, sure it's sad and it's tragic, but that's Hollywood! And I'm bothered by it too. Why do I care so much? Why have I not been able to shake the image of Heath carrying his two year old daughter on his shoulders? And there you have it. I loved him as an actor and a public figure, but I was charmed even more by him as a father.
Any person who reads those gossip mags and websites like I do is familiar with the pictures published of Heath pushing a stroller, or playing with and feeding his little girl. He looks like a regular Joe, just a daddy and his daughter spending some quality time together. I can't help but relate to these images since I get such a euphoric feeling when I see my own daughter with my husband. And now my heart hurts for this little girl who will grow up without knowing her father. He too was just a dad, but happened to be a talented and famous actor. I hate that Hollywood and the pressures of his craft forced him to leave us the way he did. I want him to be able to walk the streets of Brooklyn with his daughter again, I want to rewind history and bring him back. He was a man, an actor, but most importantly a father, taken too soon.
Post-blog note: One of my favorite movies has always been A Knight's Tale. I cry everytime I watch the scene where Ulrich visits his blind father for the first time in 10 years. Rent it!
Welcome to the World! My Baby Blog
Original My Space post date: November 30, 2007
So it's 11:30 at night on a week night and I'm not in bed yet because I am patiently waiting up until 1 am, which is Keira's next scheduled feeding. Fun times! For anyone reading this blog who doesn't know, our little bundle of joy was born this past Sunday, November 25 at 11:14 am. She arrived after 8 hours of labor, which began on Saturday night as a HUGE surprise, since I wasn't due until December 5. I had been feeling fine in the days leading up to her birth, although I didn't go to work on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving due to a mysterious headache that wouldn't go away. But I had Thanksgiving dinner with my family and even did a little "Black Friday" shopping with my mom, which had to be cut short because of my extreme discomfort in walking for long periods of time. But there was surely no mistaking the contractions that in turn forced me to tell John, "We need to go to the hospital NOW, my contractions are 2-3 minutes apart." Except I insisted on jumping in the shower first which John really disapproved of, but of course I did it anyways.How annoying was the nurse at the front desk of the emergency room at Mercy Hospital, asking me what seemed like 10 million insurance questions (didn't we pre-register for a reason?!)? I certainly wasn't in the best of moods as I gritted my teeth and filled out all her dumb forms, signing most of them Lauren Campbell because I temporarily forgot that my last name had changed. Anyways, things moved pretty quickly from there, and I can't say it was extremely painful, just mostly uncomfortable and WOW an epidural is really the way to go. You're a FREAKING IDIOT if you don't get one. Like my one nurse said, no one ever won an award for the most pain tolerance in childbirth. Take the meds!John was seriously amazing; he was by my side the ENTIRE TIME until the very end. He saw everything, which is probably more than he would have liked to see! But childbirth truly is a miracle and I feel blessed that we had the opportunity to go through it together. Keira is a little angel and it melts my heart when I think about how much she depends on us to care for her every moment of the day. For now I am playing the role of full time mom and will go back to work in early February. I can tell it's going to be full of challenges (last night I got about 3 hours of sleep total) but I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing than caring for our baby.Thanks to everyone for their good wishes and comments. I hope everyone will get the chance to meet her soon!
So it's 11:30 at night on a week night and I'm not in bed yet because I am patiently waiting up until 1 am, which is Keira's next scheduled feeding. Fun times! For anyone reading this blog who doesn't know, our little bundle of joy was born this past Sunday, November 25 at 11:14 am. She arrived after 8 hours of labor, which began on Saturday night as a HUGE surprise, since I wasn't due until December 5. I had been feeling fine in the days leading up to her birth, although I didn't go to work on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving due to a mysterious headache that wouldn't go away. But I had Thanksgiving dinner with my family and even did a little "Black Friday" shopping with my mom, which had to be cut short because of my extreme discomfort in walking for long periods of time. But there was surely no mistaking the contractions that in turn forced me to tell John, "We need to go to the hospital NOW, my contractions are 2-3 minutes apart." Except I insisted on jumping in the shower first which John really disapproved of, but of course I did it anyways.How annoying was the nurse at the front desk of the emergency room at Mercy Hospital, asking me what seemed like 10 million insurance questions (didn't we pre-register for a reason?!)? I certainly wasn't in the best of moods as I gritted my teeth and filled out all her dumb forms, signing most of them Lauren Campbell because I temporarily forgot that my last name had changed. Anyways, things moved pretty quickly from there, and I can't say it was extremely painful, just mostly uncomfortable and WOW an epidural is really the way to go. You're a FREAKING IDIOT if you don't get one. Like my one nurse said, no one ever won an award for the most pain tolerance in childbirth. Take the meds!John was seriously amazing; he was by my side the ENTIRE TIME until the very end. He saw everything, which is probably more than he would have liked to see! But childbirth truly is a miracle and I feel blessed that we had the opportunity to go through it together. Keira is a little angel and it melts my heart when I think about how much she depends on us to care for her every moment of the day. For now I am playing the role of full time mom and will go back to work in early February. I can tell it's going to be full of challenges (last night I got about 3 hours of sleep total) but I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing than caring for our baby.Thanks to everyone for their good wishes and comments. I hope everyone will get the chance to meet her soon!
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