Blah blah blahgpost, have you any joy?

No sir, no sir

Three weeks ill!

One week sick to my tummy,

One week cold and fever,

And one whole week full of coughs and chill

Oh November, to me you are so crummy!

Well, this is my Mother Goosey attempt to describe me and my life lately ... I haven't had the energy or motivation to post here but in all fairness, it's nothing too interesting. I work, I go home and make soup, read some, and crawl to bed. On the weekends, I simply omit the "going to work" piece. WAH WAH! I'm being childish, a big baby, but I NEED A BREAK from this. I want my mommy ... this simply won't do. I mean really, I have been sick since November 1st with a little bit of a turnaround last week and now, I'm right back at the beginning and then some. So November 2008? You suck eggs. I've barely left the house, except to go to work and to get soup. I need some fun but I can't summon the energy to have fun. BLAH. And it's all really good right now, so I am trying my ass off to enjoy things - like for instance, it's nice and cold just the way it should be in the Northeast in November and each day, I swear it may snow and we all know how much that makes me smile. It would help (in fact, as I typed this, I looked out my window with hope - but the skies are just gray, not angel-flakey). But, at the very least, I get to bundle cutely and drink hot things - like spiced cider and tea and coffees - and feel warm and fuzzy and cozy all the time.

So Question: What's a girl to do? Answer: take better care of self and try her little heart out to finish the year with a BANG! not a whimper.

Brave New World?

Eh, no, not that - no soma for us any longer... so then how about Brand New World?... I have to say - at the risk of sounding corny - watching Obama's acceptance speech on Tuesday was very moving and the possibly the first time that I have:

1. Been inpressed by a politician giving a speech

2. Actually believed that he was genuine and heartfelt about what he was saying

3. Actually believed that this person - along with some good help and good cabinet people and such around him - might actually make a change for the BETTER in this world. And it's been so long since I've felt that about this country and our politicians. While watching elections in other years, I so wanted to believe what they were saying and yet...a little twinge inside said "YOU BIG FAT LIARS"!!

I'm relieved beyond words that this man was elected - and hope more and more ugly things bubble up to the surface about that Chickadoodle Sarah Palin so that she has no choice but to crawl back into the hole that the Republicans found her in. Bye bye you snarky bitch!! Be gone forevermore. We have no need of your kind here.

So that's all...I'm a little down for the count so this is really just a half-hearted post - since my Linda Blair episode last weekend, I've quickly progressed into a full blown chest and head cold so I'm just going to take care of myself this weekend and rest and read and drink ginger tea with lemon and honey all the livelong day.. and maybe...just maybe...go to Ikea? If I can muster the strength to shop...oh but I am my mother's child, surely I can find it in me to GET TO A SALE!!! I must dig deep down, but the Joycean Genes shall prevail, I'm quite certain...they have such cute Christmasy items there, like these little knubby things:

Día de los Muertos!!

Yes, this past Saturday was the Day of the Dead - turned out, I was ONE OF THE DEAD. Or maybe more like undead ... I didn't feel well on Friday night so I went to bed somewhat early, thinking I had to get up by 6am anyway to meet The Cousins at Penn Station for our Philly trip. I was rudely woken up at 3am or so by The DEMON VIRUS!!! I was temporarily possessed by the spirit of Regan in The Exorcist and continued to throw up precisely every 20 minutes, complete with projectile split pea soup, head-swiveling, and crab-walking down a staircase. No priests were harmed in this incident, thank goodness. My neighbors were just a little worried at the sight of me though. The only pain was inflicted upon myself and my esophagus - I couldn't keep a thing down and I was dying of thirst - but even a sip of water would come right back up. I can't remember the last time I was sick like that. So I had to cancel on my scary Philly trip, but it was for the best, I wouldn't have lasted. I didn't feel right again, truly myself, until today and even now I'm shaky at best. But I can eat again. So that's something. I need my strength, because tonight is the night we find out if Frodo has made it, after 8 LONG YEARS through Mordor to the top of Mount Doom and has been able to throw the ring at last into the fire and save Middle Earth.

I suspect the Bush-Cheney regime has met its end - if those darn pundits are to be believed - and the coup d'etat executed in 2000 is finished and we can move on from here and get our dignity back. I hope it has ... but I'll tell you this - I went to bed in 2000 thinking all was right with the world and Al was our president. I woke up to find the votes had been stolen. And then in 04 it came down mysteriously to one state again and it seemed mysteriously tipped in the favor of Sauron.The same thing can surely happen again and if it happens for a third time...I may lose all faith in this process. But the worry is all for naught right now...let's just wait see what tomorrow brings, shall we?

GO FRODO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happyy BOO!thday to Auntie Judy

Just wanted to say - CHEERS TO YOU!! - my wonderful, superfun, supersweet, superfunny Auntie S.S. Judy - I love you and miss you with my whole heart!!

Hugs and kisses to you - may no ghosts or goblins disturb you and give you a spooktacular birthday, except for Jake the Snake and Allie Gator!!

As the Hair Turns

Well things are better, for those of you who were worried about my hair and life status. Yes, today, the locks returned to a more normal state and with that, so did my state of mind. The rest of me didn't look so shitty, and I generally felt better - as the hair goes, the rest me follows. Oh you know, I'm still sort of HRUMPH-y and snippy but I restrained myself and just went along my merry little way. I didn't hurt anyone physically, that's important. The play last night helped - Farragut North at the Atlantic on West 20th - The Cousins joined me and they make me laugh too so that was additional remedy for my troubles. I read this is actually being made into a movie with George Clooney and it was interesting to see this at this point in time - it's all about the wrangling and games that go on behind the scenes during campaigns, this one being the Democratic primaries. And because The Cousin has connections, we get front row always at this place and you are literally 6 inches away from the actors...so basically we saw Chris Noth spit a lot. But more importantly - we decided to do a day trip to Philadelphia next weekend to go to Eastern State Penitentiary ( http://www.easternstate.org/ ) and see the sights. And tomorrow I do something else spooky...

"Spooks, Scandals, and Scoundrels of Greenwich Village! This light-hearted tour highlights stories of Village hauntings and scandals involving prominent New Yorkers over the past two hundred years. Find out about the surprising ghosts that haunt Greenwich Village, plus dastardly acts associated with the libidinous Stanford White, jaunty Jimmy Walker and infamous Aaron Burr. And what supernaturally-inclined tour could fail to include a nod to the macabre Edgar Allan Poe? Sites include Washington Square Park, St. Luke's in the Field, and the oldest house in Greenwich Village."

Fun, yeah? I think so...the rest of my time shall be spent alternating between resting and doing laundry so this will be the bright spot in the weekend.

And you, out there? How does your hair look lately? Because in the words of the great Vidal Sassoon, "if you don't look good, WE don't look good"!

Do you understand how much my hair has an impact on my day and mood and general all around quality of life? I have funky hair. It does not do what I ask it to - it has a mind of its own and does what it feels like doing, and sometimes - like today - that is quite contrary to what I desire. It's as if God had a sense of humor when bestowing upon me the Hair Gene and said: "Lets do something REALLY different here, lets really let this small thing challenge her on a constant basis ... lets see what she makes of it" - of course I couldn't have normal hair. Of course. I'm me - things are typically left of center and usually that's fine. It's just the way I am ...

but WHY OH WHY must my hair cause me such distress?

There was a book of Allie's when she was little called "Aaron's Hair" that always cracked me up - maybe she can write a book for little girls in a bad mood called "Auntie Nikki's Hair" and she can describe my trials and tribulations in a humorous and educational way so that others may learn from me and my misgivings.

This is all to say that I should have stayed home today, I should have pulled those covers right over my head and taken the day to regroup, organize the self, and perhaps, some sort of deep conditioning follicle treatment. I have been in a horrible mood since I woke up, I feel like my face is frozen in a snarl, I look like crap, I feel like crap, I'm overwhelmed with work and life and as if it's all flailing out of control. I have the same anxious feeling I get when I think about space too much or the environment - like in the movie Sex Lies and Videotape, she's all upset about the garbage and where will we put it. I totally get like that. A sense of something so unwieldly and out of my control that I want to burst into tears at the mere mention of it.

So back to my hair. I've tried all day to fight the good fight and just get on with it, plaster on a fake smile, anything, to no avail. I finally just went out and got some curl/frizz cream and that seems to have soothed it down off of the ledge but the rest of me remains irritable as hell. What shall be the remedy? Well, I have to leave work early to go to the dentist - now I doubt that will help much. Then I'm going to a play starring Mr. Big that is only costing me 10 bucks even though normally the tickets are $65 ... maybe its just the thing. He does have nice hair though, so maybe it will throw me for a loop and I'll get all envious and rush the stage to attack him in a jealous rage.

Say a prayer for me please? I don't want to be this version of me. I want to be the happy cheery HURRAH! Me. Not the uglyontheinside/uglyontheoutside ME.

I just had a nice long talk with someone here and I feel better. Whew! Found my center again. But still....

My wish is for tomorrow to be a prettier day for us all, inside and out. Stay tuned to see what has become of me....

A YAY! Then a WOO HOO! and now...HURRAH?!!

I got a YAY! last night from my boss...wait, that sounds funny...I DID NOT mean it THAT way, get your minds out of the gutter...HRUMPH! Nope, I just mean all my hard work for our upgrade paid off and I do mean PAID OFF. So YAY!! It makes paying my NYC rent so much easier when I'm getting paid nicely and for this I am grateful. Now I can go and spend a little of it this weekend, maybe? Perhaps? And then I had a WOO HOO! moment this morning on the train - so close to being a YAYWOOHOOHURRAH but at this point I'll settle for a nice WOO HOO and wish for more - despite the fact that I felt ugly and not myself... I woke up in the middle of the night with a headache so bad I couldn't get back to sleep, sort of migraine-ish and so as I was rushing about getting ready for work (late as usual) I thought "this day is most likely going to blow but I'll have to do my best to duck my head down and just get through it" but the YAYs and the WOO HOOs are making me warm and fuzzy, just like a Bill Cosby sweater... so then, what's next? These things come in threes (so they say) so who or what will provide me with the final HURRAH moment? Come on, who out there is going to step up to the plate? I am totally due a HURRAH...

Hello....??

Anyone.......????

EVIL EYES!!

FYI, to Anonymous Poster below - evil eyes INDEED!!

We were actually going for a look, something I have hanging on my bedroom wall -Wood Woman by Brian Froud - Vron saw it and thought at first it was me trying to be artistic with a self-portrait!

And she's not evil, she's a good faery! Just like ME....don't you see the resemblance?

Some pics..thats all

I guess I really didn't take very many pics, did I? But here are a few from the Botanical Garden and at St. John the Divine - there are some really cute shots on The Texas Two's camera that I hope they share at some point - but for now, this is all I have to give you ...

Sad sad sad...

Because I'll have to say buhbye to my visiting buddies soon!! They came in like a Texas Tornado last week and when they leave on a jet plane I'm gonna be as sad as rice cakes in a room full of chocolate ...WAH WAH!!!

So obviously, I've had way too much fun, so much so that my cheeks hurt from the laughter and entertainment both ladies have provided ... I'll post a few pics tomorrow I'm sure but I just had to let the universe know... WAH WAH!!!! From wine and cheese and giggles and up late the night they came in to Bronx Botanical Garden to Soho shopping to Korean food and my first taste of bimbimbab and soju (Korean sake) to a West Village breakfast to Midtown street fair to walking around our old collegiate stomping grounds of Barnard & Columbia to Riverside Park and The Amiable Child to St John the Divine to Absolute Bagels to Thai Tilapia and more sake and then to Mama Mexico where we were serenaded while giggling some more over margaritas and nachos - well, it was a whirlwind! So love you both and thanks for every moment!!!