New York City Mid-80s

I was looking at an historical blog the other day of photos taken around New York City in the 1980s. My one and only trip to NYC was in 1985 and I took a LOT of photos so why not post some? Unfortunately, I mostly took photos on the entire trip around New England, and the pictures I took in the city are mostly of me and my family being dorky. I didn’t have many plain old ‘scene’ photos. But here’s a few I could scrounge:


Oh my god it’s back!

In 2012, I got really sick and I was in the hospital for three-ish months. Β During that time, I didn’t renew this domain (because I had more pressing problems) and lost it to some Asian company who sat on it for years. I was really bummed about this because had been mine for, gosh, about 10 years or so, if not longer. It was my virtual home, and someone took it from me.

Last week, I saw an ad on my Facebook feed for Google domains so I went to look at what those were and whimsically decided to search for and WHAT THE HELL! IT WAS AVAILABLE AGAIN! So yeah, I snatched it back from the domain thieves who did fuck-all with it after they parked it. Mine, mine mine.

Soooo, I’ve been having a good laugh looking at 5 year-old posts left on this blog. I’ll be redecorating, and maybe this bit of brightness in my virtual world will spark me into writing again. I really hope so.

It’s so good to be home.


Today is the first day of 2011 and though I have neglected this blog for some time, I keep it going because I never know when the mood will strike me to post something non-work, non-silly thing-related.

In 2010, it was a nice year, until the end when I lost my beloved grandfather. I don’t know if I can properly convey how much I love my Grampa and how horrible it is without him in my life now. Many people have told me how lucky I am to have had him as part of my life for so long. Many people’s grandparents died before they had a chance to get to know them.

I know I’m lucky. He once drove all night with my beloved Aunt to rescue my daughter and me from an evil ex-husband and his wicked family. He used to drive a little train for the kiddies at the local zoo and loved it. He loved nothing more than bragging on his family to anyone who’d listen. When he hugged you you could feel it down to your bones – those are the best kinds of hugs. If you wore glasses he’d smudge them all up hugging you. I loved teasing him about that.

He always had a million things in his front shirt pocket. Combs, pens, glasses case. When I was younger, I used to love taking one of his combs and fiddle with his ‘bohunk swirl’ he always had in his hair. He always called us grandkids and great-grandkids his ‘Sweet-horts’ and he always let us know how proud he was of anything we did. He’d listen to you blather on and never made you feel like he was just waiting for his turn to talk, or talked over you or made you feel like you were boring him. He was always reading a book – something picked up in the grocery checkout line or from Goodwill. He just loved to be reading.

The night he died… well, I’m not going to write about that. It was awful and I’m not sure I want that night to be my most vivid memory of him. I am glad that Shannon and I were with him, but I am angry at myself as well. I wish he could have pulled through like he always did and was able to celebrate Christmas with us. I love you Grampa and I miss you so much.

But though the year did not end well, the rest of it was all right. We got to spend time up in Montana with my dad and his lovely wife. It was gorgeous up there in October – we got lucky with the weather. I got to know Great Falls a bit better and show some cool pictures. AND I got to experience Wi-fi at 30,000 feet. Thanks Delta! πŸ™‚

My sister and her hubby came to Nebraska, courtesy of my Gran and so we spent time with them at the first Nebraska State Fair in Grand Island. That was great until I was overcome by some weird virus that made me so incredibly dizzy that I made quite a spectacle of myself at work. I was rescued, once again, by my Grampa who drove me to the ER and sat with me in the room for hours and helped me get home after. I spent a week feeling like I was constantly room-spinny drunk and it was one of the most awful feelings in the world.

Things at work have been fine. The classic battles of new media vs. old media rage on. I’ve had some days when I lost some of my love for my work, but that’s probably normal.

My daughter is flourishing and becoming more and more independent and strong. I couldn’t ask for more, even if sometimes it hurts a little to let her grow up. She’s a redhead now and she looks awesome πŸ™‚ This year she suffered through her first breakup and it was pretty rough on her, but I’m amazed at how she handles herself. I’ve got a keeper, that’s for sure πŸ™‚ She’ll finish her sophomore year at college this Spring and she’s talking about grad school which makes me insanely happy. In April, we’ll be off to see the Cirque du Soleil. Her first time, my third. I can’t wait!

What’s left… love life? I am still with Ernie. Just over two years now which is hard to believe, but very cool. It’s really nice, being loved. Warm and fuzzy-like πŸ™‚

There was a lot more to 2010 (I’m a blonde now, for one thing), and a lot that was very much like 2009. Many days are pretty much ‘Get up, go to work, come home, watch telly or futz around the Internet, go to bed.’ I have developed a real interest in cooking thanks to the Food Network. I got sucked into several shows and now find myself collecting pots and pans and mixers and processors. I’ve learned how to make a nice risotto and hell, I’ve even fried chicken πŸ™‚ You can keep up with my cooking machinations at Mmmm Good.

Even though this blog is neglected a bit, it doesn’t mean I’m not busy elsewhere on the Tubes. There’s my pro blog, my posterous, I like taking pix with Instagram, and of course, I’m on Twitter and Facebook.

So… resolutions for 2011? No. All I ever hope for every year is happiness and that no one I love dies. Didn’t quite make it through 2010 unfortunately on that second one and I’m afraid I’ll be a bit maudlin about losing Grampa for a while yet. But I hope 2011 is a good year for everyone I know and love, and for anyone who stumbles onto this neglected little blog.

Battle of the Audio Canal

For the past seven days, I’ve been feeling like I just stepped off the teacups at Disneyland after Andre the Giant shared it with me and spun it off the rails. To say remaining upright is a challenge is an understatement.

When I was pregnant with my daughter, instead of morning sickness, I often felt faint. I may have passed out once or twice, I can’t remember. Before that, the only other time I passed out was at the doc’s office after a reaction to some meds. But before that, I experienced the one and only time I was so drunk I couldn’t see straight. Damn that cheap wine. We’re talking spinning rooms, lolling head, body made of rubber, incapable of sitting up in our booth at Golden West. I kept slipping on down to the floor.

I remember that night quite vividly because it was brought back to me last week when I began feeling dizzy for a few seconds every so often as I got ready for work.

I thought it would pass so I soldiered on, drove to work – except I had to pull over once when a dizzy spell hit. The reason I didn’t turn around and just go home is because of all the fecking days for this to happen, it was the day I needed to help man my newspaper’s booth at the new State Fair and get a live chat going. I had shit to do and I really thought it was a passing thing. Until I arrived at work.

I made it to my desk, feeling a bit hot and the dizziness was starting to become a steady thing. I sat down hard at my desk and leaned to the left, unable to get my bearings. Things began spinning and I began getting scared. I couldn’t think straight. Should I tell a coworker who was chatting nearby? Did I need to go to the ER? How could I get there? But I needed to get to the Fair. More spinning. Tears. Decide to call Grampa and ask for help. He had to get dressed and get down to me, and by that time my boss had come over to say hello and noticed I was not doing well.

From then on it was a blur of being helped to the bathroom because I was pretty sure I was going to throw up and absolutely did not want to puke at my desk in front of everyone. But I couldn’t walk without help. So now, I’m mortified and probably freaking people out but I made it to the bathroom, locked the stupid door out of habit and tried what I used to do when I felt faint when pregnant, which was run ice cold water over my wrists. No good though, and the puking began.

So now I’m making horrendous noises – and I can’t stress this enough: I HATE THROWING UP. It scares me when I have no control over my own body. And I am seriously regretting eating oatmeal for breakfast. I will probably never eat it again.

I hear people outside asking if I need help and I can’t remember if I answered. I just remember someone saying they needed the key because I must not have been able to make it to the door to unlock it.

Somehow the door was opened and my wonderful coworkers helped me to my grampa’s car. Pretty sure I was apologizing left and right. Probably crying. I was so embarrassed to cause such a scene, and added to that was I was miserable at the Fair.

Before I carry on, I just want to thank Sarah, Deb, George, Jack and anyone else who was there very much for your help. I also appreciated the well-wishes and offers of help this past week. It really meant a lot to me.

My grampa seemed to take the loooooong way to the hospital but eventually we made it and I ended up on my side on a bed, hooked to an IV as valium and something called zophran was dripped into me along with saline. God the spinning, it wouldn’t stop. I froze as the second bag of saline dripped and discovered the amazingness of the Heated Blanket. Threw up again after sneaking a sip of water. My mouth was so damn dry.

And after all that drama, the doctor pretty much said there wasn’t much that could be done other than ride it out. I got a prescription for Antivert which is given to people suffering from Vertigo – something I’ve never been afflicted with – and then he sent me home.

I slept. And slept. and then when I was tired of sleeping, I slept some more. I looked at my prescription: “May cause drowsiness.” Well fuck.

It is now a week later, and I am *still* having dizzy moments if I turn my head too fast, and I haven’t left my apartment but once when I decided to try walking down to the mailbox yesterday. I don’t need to hold the walls anymore when I walk around, unless I turn my head too fast and then I have a little oops moment where I might tumble over. But I haven’t felt nauseated since last Monday and I’m eating okay. Tonight I cooked a proper dinner and did all right until the end when I got a bit overwhelmed with dizziness and had to sit quickly.

But I can work on the computer now without feeling icky, which is pretty much my job, so after Labor Day tomorrow, I will go back to work. I can sit at my desk and stare at my screen and I should be fine.

I stopped taking the meds yesterday though. 1. So very tired of being asleep and 2. I felt like they just treated the symptoms and not the cause, so I am seeing how I do without them. So far, I feel about the same, just less sleepy.

I am so very tired of the dizziness though. I can’t stress that enough either. I don’t like this feeling. I didn’t like it that night I got so drunk I couldn’t see straight and I don’t like it now. It’s frightening.

Last night as I was falling asleep at 2am (have I mentioned how out-of-whack my schedule is?) I thought I could try some kind of visualization stuff. I I closed my eyes, held still and I pictured my inner ear. I have no idea what it looks like for real, but in my mind it’s all rather dayglo-y and an evil glowing blue blob has attached itself to my ear canal and it’s laughing an evil laugh as it tricks my brain into thinking it’s at sea. So I pictured millions of my white blood cells attacking the crap out of it. It was an epic battle but I think I fell asleep too soon so I’ve no idea how it turned out. I’m still dizzy though so I’m guessing the white blood cells are regrouping and preparing a frontal attack tonight.

Why am I blogging about this, especially when I haven’t blogged here in forever? I want to sort of document it in case it happens again. I don’t know what caused it, or why it came on so suddenly (the doctor told me this often happens to people out of the blue which is just weird to me.) I don’t know if I have some kind of infection I can’t feel inside my ear, or if this is the onset of a chronic problem (better not be!) or if this will clear up as mysteriously as it started and never happen again. I do keep hoping I’ll wake up and my stupid ear will have popped or something and I’ll be fine. No luck so far.

But I’m armed for battle tonight. Look out evil blue glowing blob, I’m going to kick your ass.

I haven’t written in a while

I’m sad to say this blog has sort of fallen by the wayside with the advent of things like Posterous, Twitter, Facebook and various other social media things I’m involved in. These days, when I have a passing thought I want to release into the wild, I end up doing it on Facebook or Twitter. If I find a funny video or pic, it’s easier to use Posterous. Blogging has become a lost form for me.

I’m not sure if I’ll rectify that, but holds sentimental value to me so it will remain as long as I’m alive. For the endless parade of Buffy and Angel fans who are pretty much the only non-family types to come here (thanks to the magic of Google) I hope my top ten lists of the best episodes of those series is entertaining. For family and friends who might wander through here, you can keep up with me, if you want, via the sidebar on the front page of this blog. All my lifestreamy, social media activities feed into there.

So basically, I’m here, but I’m not *here here*.

Oh crikey

I just looked at the date of my last post here and felt an immediate sense of guilt. Sheesh πŸ™

What’s happened since I got to hear my awesome daughter sing? Probably the biggest thing is I wrote a book. Yup! Years and years of wishful novel-writing and I finally stopped talking about it and did it, with the help of NaNoWriMo. Turns out third time was the charm! I tried in 2004, and then again in 2005. Both really weak-ass attempts. Then several years of whinging about how I want to be a writer but not actually doing much about it, until I found Ficlets. Bippity-boppity-boo, 2009 I won NaNoWriMo and I’m going to self-publish this sucker as soon as I edit it a few times πŸ™‚

Got a couple of freelance gigs I’m excited about. One for an annual festival the city holds and the other for a tile company. The extra money certainly comes in handy in this, the year of two paycuts.

The kidlet is doing well at college. She enjoys it I think. I still miss her terribly when she’s away but I’m getting used to it. She lucked out and had a roomie who moved out soon after the term began and they never found her another one, so she’s had a room to herself which she enjoys. I’d like her to have the roommate experience though. Everyone I know is after her to have the “College Experience” which I assume means going to parties and doing silly college things. She doesn’t really go out much that I know of, but I know she’s got several friends there, so in my book, if she’s happy doing her thing, then that’s cool.

Let’s see, this is taking on the feel of one of those funky ‘Here’s what my family’s done this year’ letters πŸ™‚ I actually like those. My Aunt Jo writes the best ones (Hi Jo!) because she makes them fun and funky πŸ™‚

Right now I’m in the midst of some Christmas shopping so I’d better keep perusing the web, hehe πŸ™‚ I should shop local, I know. I will, I promise. But the big wide interwebz has so much cool stuff!

That’s all for now! Will try to do better about blogging again now that the book is done (I have always wanted to say that!)