Urban Drool

Fine, I'll write.

(grumble...grumble...grumble...)

I am so frazzled and turned around and life is in such chaos but I cannot hop onto my blog one more morning and see that same little Halloween greeting that's been up there since the Clinton administration.

Erf.....grr....ahhhhaacck.

(anyone here read Bloom County? Remember Bill the Cat? Remember how he always had that perpetual stoned/dazed look about him with his tongue hanging out the side? Yeah. That would be me.)

What do you want to hear about? You people tell me.

Do you want to hear about...

1) How I've had TWO job interviews in the past 9 days and will hear a decision about one (or both) by the end of the day today? Hello quiet despair and hysteria. So nice to see you again!!!

2) How the Pickle started day care this week? Day Care. That's Day Care as in, someone other than her Papa or her Grandma(s) or her favorite Auntie Mya's Mommy. This week. My heart and soul, they will ne'er be the same again.

3) How the Boy was back in the hospital last week. Again. With tests and scans and more people shoving more instruments up his what-not. Again. Peeing blood and back on 2 antibiotics. Again. And Percoset. Again. And a for-sure-we-cannot-avoid-this-anymore-you've-been-able-to-put-this-off-for-16-months recommendation for surgery. Abdominal surgery.

4) How my dogs keep digging holes and escaping from the backyard and I am so terrified that one of these days we won't find them in time and...and...(all I can think about here is poor J.D. from "Dead Like Me")

5) How...how...how...I don't know.

6) How I got an email 2 weeks ago from one of my closest friends. To whom I have not spoken nor seen in almost 4 years. The stormy silence? Totally her fault. She all of a sudden wants to have lunch. Tomorrow. And I am simultaneously thrilled and scared to death. I don't know if I'm going to hug and kiss her on sight or punch her in the nose.

7) How the fucking cat keeps pissing on the baseboards of the bathroom sink/vanity (...the hell???) and I'm so fucking tired of cleaning it up twice a day that I just don't fucking care anymore. The Boy says that the cat is "angry" with us and he will stop pissing on the baseboards of the bathroom sink/vanity (again with the "...the HELL???") if we "spend more time with him and tell him goodbye whenever we leave the house."

Oh my God. I hate that asshole cat. But I'll probably do as the Boy suggests anyway becuase I also love that asshole cat.

So...what do you want to hear more about?

And how has YOUR life been lately?

Have yourselves a Merry one!!

love,

Lumi and da Pickle

Well.

Just got back from 3 days in NYC.

Wow.

I have not slept since Saturday night (we decided that the best way to drive home from NYC to Cleveland involved a little side trip through Delaware. True Story. I’m sure it will seem all “haha” in a few years time, but right now? Not so much) Hence, wee snippets are all I can muster. But muster them I must, for the sake of posterity.

-slept at great friends apartment in Astoria where there is a strippers pole in the kitchen. And their two cats who cat-er-waul all freaking night long

-navigating cumbersome stroller through the subway nooks n’crannies until great friend tactfully pointed out the “service entrance”

-almost got to meet MetroDad. That’s OK, MD, we’ll catch ya in a few months when we come back

-Had drinks with Kathleen Turner at a fancy-pants bar in the AOL Time Warner Building. She thought my baby was adorable (of course)

-p.s… even older, wrinkled, sans makeup and slightly chubby, Kathleen Turner is still smokin’ hot. It’s the voice. “She’s not bad, she’s just drawn that way”

-Gross Thai food at a supposedly great Thai place in Queens. Not so much with the great. More like “barely able to not vomit it back up”

-Ran into my boss’ son and his dog while strolling through Central Park. Which: odd. And: random.

-FAO Schwartz and nutcracker soldiers and princesses and Curious George and my baby smiling and squeeing and the Boy and I are the world’s BEST parents

-The best hot chocolate I have ever drunk…thank you Bottega del Vino

-The Boy spoiled me and I got me a new fall/winter wool pea coat (!), purty necklace and pair o’ sunglasses

-Rosa Mexicana. At-table-side made guacamole. Crabmeat empanadas. Pomegranate margaritas. Chocolate soufflé. Oh my freaking God.

-Lion King. Sobbed through the entire opening number. Oh my freaking God x 2.

-Stumbling with da Boy through the dark streets of Manhattan, subways and breakdancers, slightly buzzed and speaking of lovely things, getting back to our Pickle.

-da Pickle. Who totally dug New York.

-Battery Park and a view of the Statute from the S.I. Ferry and a random Greek container ship that caused much excitement in my fellow travelers (for reasons I still don’t totally comprehend, but that’s OK)

-12 hours to get back home. Did I mention the New York to Cleveland via a brief tour of Delaware route? No? I didn’t?