September 22, 2009
I got a flu shot today and I’m dying. I haven’t had the flu in a couple of years but I can’t imagine that it’s worse than what I’m feeling right now.
Nobody make the requisite joke about bearing children being slightly more painful than some flu-like symptoms.
I’ll be back tomorrow, I have to go back to whining now.
September 9, 2009
In a lot of ways, I’m a very private person. I can talk abstractly about many things but don’t give away many specifics about my own life. Thoughts, emotions, anything truly personal doesn’t get shared with many people.
But when it comes to the events of my life, I don’t care who knows. That’s why, for example, readers were surprised to learn that 2004 was the worst year of my life, despite my writing about all the events that had made it suck.
IC, my husband, never got this. Back when we were just friends we would frequently argue about my posting of, say, photos of him on my flickr page. He didn’t like that random people would know about trips he was taking, restaurants he had eaten at or that he was renovating his apartment. For me, that kind of stuff was public knowledge and I couldn’t imagine caring who knew.
When we got together, he accepted that my semi-public life came with the package that was me. Still not thrilled that a thousand plus people needed to know about our new couch or our trip to LA, he mostly picked his battles where he could ie: “don’t post a picture of your engagement ring” and frequently lost those anyway.
So it’s odd, then, that lately I’ve struggled to share something with you all that has been monumental in my life. I’m pregnant, nearly 5 months now, due Feb.1.
It’s not that IC has rubbed off on me, it’s more that it feels too good to be true and when things are going really well I look out for falling pianos. In other words, it’s not the event that I’m reluctant to share, but the feelings around it.
I’ll just say this: We’re so happy, it still feels like a dream.
People who know have asked me if I’m going to have a pregnancy blog and then after the child is born, a baby blog. No and no. I have absolutely nothing original to say about pregnancy. The short story is that though mine is going well it still really sucks. Tired all the time, have to pee every 20 minutes, body losing any discernible shape, crazy husband monitoring how many diet cokes I drink and forcing me to eat because I haven’t gained weight yet (stomach sticking out but no movement on the scale), sense of smell at Superman levels which is not nearly as good a thing as it sounds (New York, you smell bad), I’m looking forward to it being over. And on the subject of babies, everyone says the exact same thing so I don’t need a new blog, I can predict what I’ll say right here: such hard work, didn’t sleep for the first few months, but wow so worth it when you look at this little thing you created, I’ve never felt such love. Sound about right, parents?
I do plan to keep this blog going, though. Alarming News has been around since 2002 and I really love having somewhere to go to write what I want, whether it’s on healthcare or Jay-Z, and I love my readers (particularly those who comment ). I know I haven’t been the most prolific blogger these last few months and I can’t promise that there will be more blogging once there is another human in my life for which I am responsible but I do try, and will continue to try, to blog something at least once a day. It’s just as much for me as for you, it makes me happy. And with that final sharing of feelings, I’ll end this post here. It feels good to finally tell you all our news.
August 31, 2009
Huge thank you to my awesome guest-bloggers. I think they did a really great job. I try to get a different mix of people every time to guest-blog, and I like to think my readers like hearing different perspectives, even if they don’t agree with that perspective.
Catch my guest-bloggers in their natural habitats:
Jessica can be found on her music myspace page. (P.S I’ll be at her show in NYC tomorrow night and you should too.)
T. blogs at The Rawness.
Luckbox blogs at Verbosities.
Thanks again, guys!
July 20, 2009
I completely forgot that today is my Americaversary, 31 years that I’ve been in this amazing country! And as I realized today was my day, I also realized that my father’s Americaversary was a few weeks ago, and I hadn’t wished him congratulations. This was particularly upsetting because he was so excited about this one. He turned 64 this year and is celebrating 32 years in America. In other words this is the year his time in America surpasses his time in the Soviet Union. “I’m out longer than I was in!”
I’ve written about my father before. He is, really, the biggest American patriot I know. I remember his enthusiasm when he first saw the bumper sticker “America, love it or leave it.” “That’s exactly how I feel! Love it or leave it!” On his 16th year in America, he got himself a Sweet 16 cake. If there is someone more excited to be an American, I haven’t met them.
I usually take this opportunity to post the cutest picture of me of all time, with the judge who swore me into citizenship. This year, though, I’d like to post one of my father, still in the Soviet Union but with the most obvious determination of getting where he needed to be.
Previous July 20th posts:
June 18, 2009
March 30, 2009
I need to buy 65 luggage tags, for under $2 each, in NYC by Wednesday. Any leads?
And if IC asks, no I’m not actually starting another crazy project 3 days before we leave to get married.
February 19, 2009
I felt better yesterday than I do today. Will be back to blogging when my head is straight again.
UPDATE: How is “do you wear a seatbelt” a question on a doctor office form after “do you smoke cigarettes?” and “do you drink alcohol?”. What medical knowledge can be attained from my not wearing my seatbelt?
February 6, 2009
I’m sorry for my lack of blogging, not sorry like I apologize to you all, but sorry for myself that I don’t have time to make it happen.
I am all wrapped up in wedding planning, but not in the way many of you suspect.
I’m not choosing centerpieces or creating seating charts. There’s nothing frilly or fun about what I’m doing.
No, I’m pricing airline tickets (they have $200/ticket swings, it’s completely scary), trying to find a rabbi to fly to the Caribbean and return one day before Passover, reading cancellation clauses in contracts, figuring out room configurations for the single people and also the families attending, and generally doing super detail-orientated planning that doesn’t lend itself to my “big picture” personality.
So bear with me. I miss this blog and miss my commenters. And I hope to be back soon.
January 21, 2009
And apparently the internet connection is “low” when fishing.
Back when I can be.
January 5, 2009
First day back was hectic.
December 2, 2008
I’m having an insanely busy day in anticipation of Mr. Rove tonight. Regular blogging will return soon.
November 25, 2008
It’s hard to pinpoint a beginning to my relationship with the IC. We had been friends for over a decade, close friends since ‘01, and neither was really sure when it was that we started looking at each other differently. When we grapple for a date, we always come up with “that Tuesday before Thanksgiving in 2007.” It took us a little longer than that to make it official. After all, before he was the IC on this site, he was the guy with whom I shared a netflix account or, Netflix Parter (NFP). Still, “that Tuesday before Thanksgiving” became our official starting point. Last Friday I looked up the actual date of that Tuesday and saw that we had missed our anniversary, it had been the day before. How romantic of us, I thought. But since the date never meant anything, we could still celebrate that day, that Tuesday, today. And as IC says, we’re only celebrating this day once. By this time next year, we’ll have a whole new anniversary, the realest kind.
Chuck Klosterman had a quoted-everywhere piece a few years ago, from his book “Love, Sex and Cocoa Puffs”, about fake love. I blogged about it here although I didn’t mention the part that I’m thinking of today. He wrote:
“Within three years of its initial release, classifying any intense friendship as “totally a Harry-Met-Sally situation” had a recognizable meaning to everyone, regardless of whether or not they’d actually seen the movie. And that meaning remains clear and remarkably consistent: It implies that two platonic acquaintances are refusing to admit that they’re deeply in love with each other. When Harry Met Sally cemented the plausibility of that notion, and it gave a lot of desperate people hope. It made it realistic to suspect your best friend may be your soul mate, and it made wanting such a scenario comfortably conventional. The problem is that the Harry-Met-Sally situation is almost always tragically unbalanced. Most of the time, the two involved parties are not really “best friends.” Inevitably, one of the people has been in love with the other from the first day they met, while the other person is either (a) wracked with guilt and pressure, or (b) completely oblivious to the espoused attraction. Every relationship is fundamentally a power struggle, and the individual in power is whoever likes the other person less. But When Harry Met Sally gives the powerless, unrequited lover a reason to live. When this person gets drunk and tells his friends that he’s in love with a woman who only sees him as a buddy, they will say, “You’re wrong. You’re perfect for each other. This is just like When Harry Met Sally! I’m sure she loves you—she just doesn’t realize it yet.” Nora Ephron accidentally ruined a lot of lives.”
I actually hate the When Harry Met Sally comparison, only because their “friendship” was a joke compared to ours. They were acquaintances, at best, who happened to be going through difficult life situations at the same time. IC and I were so much realer. We had, at once, a deep, true friendship as well as the funnest interaction imaginable. We’d make each other laugh and make each other think. We’d read the same books. We’d argue about politics (he used to be a liberal but has long since seen the error of his ways). We’d play one-on-one poker and the loser would take the winner to dinner. We’d watch random sports and he’d say “we’re rooting for Carolina” and then we would. And when they’d win he’d buy me the t-shirt. We spoke on the phone or emailed every single day. I set him up with my friends. We were inseparable after 9/11. He was sleeping on my couch when Saddam Hussein was captured. We’d always call dibs on each other to share a room on group trips. I have half a dozen photos of me licking his face through the years. We’d go to the beach all summer and eat seafood afterward, sandy and salty and feeling amazing. He would give me the best advice ever, and be completely honest with the painful truth when he needed to be. We’d argue about Brooklyn v. Queens, and rock music v. hip-hop. The first night we met, he put his arm around me and kept it there. He isn’t the most outgoing person so it was a bit out of character. That memory always amuses me. The friend who introduced us, Frank White (who, awesome sidenote, I also introduced to his fiance, the lovely Yelena who sometimes comments here), was telling us to get together. And ten years later we did!
I encourage you all to run out right now and fall in love with your best friend. There’s really nothing like it. Don’t listen to Klosterman, it’s realistic to suspect your best friend is your soul mate. Mine was, yours might be too. This Thanksgiving, I’m happy we both realized it. Happy anniversary, IC, and many, many more.
November 12, 2008
And I owe like 20 of you emails which I hope to get to by the weekend.
November 10, 2008
You know what I love?
Ok, I’ll tell you.
I love having a long conversation with a friend, who lives overseas and whom I haven’t spoken to in awhile, and the U.S. presidential election is never mentioned.
October 23, 2008
I’d like to tell you that today is the day I go back to regular blogging, and not the day I have five appointments at various bridal salons to try on a hundred poofy dresses. I’d like to, but I can’t.
Back soon, if I make it.
October 20, 2008
October 17, 2008
What is the likelihood I’ll buy my wedding dress from a salesgirl sporting a “Redheads for Obama” button?