Ga and Conka are my maternal grandmother and grandfather respectively. They have the amazing luxury to still be living in their home and have four of their six children who all live in the area take turns taking care of them. Sunday is usually my mom's day to go down to their house for a day, but this past Sunday Natalie and I went down instead.
Conka is hungry all the time and he says things like "Mela?"
"Yeah?"
"If you're getting something to eat, I'll have some of whatever you are getting."
That's normally the nice way he puts it, but he has said "I am so hungry, I could just starve to death. Can't anyone get me anything to eat?"
He didn't like anything I gave him to eat, So good thing Natalie was with me to make the food he would eat. Uncle Tony was there as well, and Tony and Natalie are both quite good at cooking.
Natalie and I were in the kitchen and Ga said to Conka:
"Are you sorry you married me?"
"What, dear? I can't hear you."
"Are you sorry you married me?"
"What?"
"Are you sorry you married me?"
"Don't be silly, you're the tops, you're the best..."
Ga giggles.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
gym
i signed up for a gym membership. natalie is my gym buddy. we went swimming today. i was really out of breath, and i only got through five laps, but then we got to go to jacuzzi and the sauna. i always feel really good when i work out regularly, and the couple of times that i had a personal trainer were truly awesome, i had so much energy and my insomnia was pretty much under control. my sleep has improved just from the little time that i have been going to the gym. i know, know (why are you up at 2 am, then?) baby steps, people!
natalie is leaving to go teach english for a year soon though so i will loose my gym buddy. i have to find a way to keep myself motivated without springing for a personal trainer before I can afford one.
i've been mustering up the courage to get my driver's license back. when i moved to nyc i let it expire and i got a regular state id and it's been expired for a little over four years. i'm not such a fan of driving because i have field of vision difficulties, but then i talked to a lady who has one glass eye and she encouraged me to go for it, it was an inspiring conversation.
one trouble is that since my license has been expired for more than six months, i have to pretty much start from square one. i have to go get a permit again and take the road test and the written test again. the good thing is that i don't think i need to log 50 hours of driving experience in this time around.
going to the temp agency soon. gonna see if they have any temp jobs open. it would be ideal if i had driver's license, so i could be all "yeah, i have no problem getting there" there is a bus service here, but like most places that are not nyc, it's unreliable and limited.
i would really rather not have to get a job, i would rather be a comedian and make money that way, or some form of art expression, natalie and i drew charcoal drawings of each other today and it was really fun. but of course everyone knows the reality of the situation, if i like to eat, i should probably have money to buy sustinence.
one of my favorite friends didn't text me about weather or not they were going to the pocanos for a day. grrr. just fyi, if you went on this gorgeous day without me, you got some splainin' to do!
going to comedy open mic night sunday, i haven't decided yet if i wanna perform or just watch.
natalie is leaving to go teach english for a year soon though so i will loose my gym buddy. i have to find a way to keep myself motivated without springing for a personal trainer before I can afford one.
i've been mustering up the courage to get my driver's license back. when i moved to nyc i let it expire and i got a regular state id and it's been expired for a little over four years. i'm not such a fan of driving because i have field of vision difficulties, but then i talked to a lady who has one glass eye and she encouraged me to go for it, it was an inspiring conversation.
one trouble is that since my license has been expired for more than six months, i have to pretty much start from square one. i have to go get a permit again and take the road test and the written test again. the good thing is that i don't think i need to log 50 hours of driving experience in this time around.
going to the temp agency soon. gonna see if they have any temp jobs open. it would be ideal if i had driver's license, so i could be all "yeah, i have no problem getting there" there is a bus service here, but like most places that are not nyc, it's unreliable and limited.
i would really rather not have to get a job, i would rather be a comedian and make money that way, or some form of art expression, natalie and i drew charcoal drawings of each other today and it was really fun. but of course everyone knows the reality of the situation, if i like to eat, i should probably have money to buy sustinence.
one of my favorite friends didn't text me about weather or not they were going to the pocanos for a day. grrr. just fyi, if you went on this gorgeous day without me, you got some splainin' to do!
going to comedy open mic night sunday, i haven't decided yet if i wanna perform or just watch.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Who am I to disagree?
The other day I was having a conversation with my sister and she said "Don't you want to wax your eyebrows and your lip and get your hair trimmed and style your hair and wear make up? Getting jobs will be easier if you do."
No, I don't. I really don't have any interest in these things. I've gotten my eyebrows waxed before, sure, but I've never implemented a routine in which they were consistently waxed.
I could stand to make a few tweaks in my hygiene regimen. I could cut my nails more regularly, shave my legs more often, get my hair trimmed and shaped. It seems I only doll myself up at the request of whoever I may be dating, and I even do that with reluctance, which is probably a contributing factor as to why I haven't had a romantic relationship make it past the two year mark.
Picture me in the bathroom wrestling with the eyelash curler, eye liner, mascara, blush, toner, foundation, etc. I've done it before. I'm lucky I made it out with my eyeballs intact.
One thing I do want to do is get some new shoes and new clothing. I haven't been shopping in quite a while and my wardrobe needs a desperate overhaul. My jeans are all tattered, my shoes are worn out, most of my shirts have been washed so many times they're all really ill fitting. And I don't own any business clothing. This is certainly a good thing to add should I ever want to convey an interest in making it past the interview stage.
My sister also has been suggesting to me that I dye my hair, as I've started going gray. But this again involves a regimen and a routine that I know I have no interest in keeping up.
There are so many commercials on t.v. these days that are designed to make you feel bad about yourself. Of course especially attached to aging and how it should be avoided at all costs. We value youth and beauty in this country and we idolize celebrities. A lot of people don't seem to realize, or fail to understand that each celebrity has a TEAM of people working on his or her image. Including but not limited to: make up artist, wardrobe stylist, personal trainer, plastic surgeon, hair stylist, publicist, personal assistant, nutritionist, personal chef, picture retoucher... need i go on?
The point is the pictures and commercials we see and filter into our brains are well produced, glossy, well lit etc. all designed to make you want what's there.
HELLO IT'S IMPOSSIBLE! IT'S ALL IMPOSSIBLE!!
Sigh.
No, I don't. I really don't have any interest in these things. I've gotten my eyebrows waxed before, sure, but I've never implemented a routine in which they were consistently waxed.
I could stand to make a few tweaks in my hygiene regimen. I could cut my nails more regularly, shave my legs more often, get my hair trimmed and shaped. It seems I only doll myself up at the request of whoever I may be dating, and I even do that with reluctance, which is probably a contributing factor as to why I haven't had a romantic relationship make it past the two year mark.
Picture me in the bathroom wrestling with the eyelash curler, eye liner, mascara, blush, toner, foundation, etc. I've done it before. I'm lucky I made it out with my eyeballs intact.
One thing I do want to do is get some new shoes and new clothing. I haven't been shopping in quite a while and my wardrobe needs a desperate overhaul. My jeans are all tattered, my shoes are worn out, most of my shirts have been washed so many times they're all really ill fitting. And I don't own any business clothing. This is certainly a good thing to add should I ever want to convey an interest in making it past the interview stage.
My sister also has been suggesting to me that I dye my hair, as I've started going gray. But this again involves a regimen and a routine that I know I have no interest in keeping up.
There are so many commercials on t.v. these days that are designed to make you feel bad about yourself. Of course especially attached to aging and how it should be avoided at all costs. We value youth and beauty in this country and we idolize celebrities. A lot of people don't seem to realize, or fail to understand that each celebrity has a TEAM of people working on his or her image. Including but not limited to: make up artist, wardrobe stylist, personal trainer, plastic surgeon, hair stylist, publicist, personal assistant, nutritionist, personal chef, picture retoucher... need i go on?
The point is the pictures and commercials we see and filter into our brains are well produced, glossy, well lit etc. all designed to make you want what's there.
HELLO IT'S IMPOSSIBLE! IT'S ALL IMPOSSIBLE!!
Sigh.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
A Blog Abandoned Collects Dust
Hello internet, it's been forever, how have you been?
I haven't updated in over six months. I know, I know, you're all "Where have you been? You just stopped updating your blog! Vanished! You didn't call, you certainly didn't write, you just left and now you're back all nonchalant, just opening up your browser window and being all "Hey, what's up internet, how you doing blog, feel like being written in today?"
My apologies, blog. I do hope you'll forgive me.
So.
I'm not engaged anymore.
Yeah, I didn't really know how to ease into that one so I just put it out there.
In the interest of not putting ALL my relationship troubles out onto my public blog, I'll keep this one short.
It didn't work out between us. It's sad. I wish it could have. We remain friends. I mean, I've known the guy for nearly ten years. We had many great times together, filled with laughter and exploration, but, I just forgot that in the six years that we didn't speak to each other, my frontal lobe finished developing inside my head, and I grew and changed, and, alas *sniffle* am not the same person I used to be.
I wanted the memory of us back, but it will just have to stay a memory.
I have really been doing my best to hide out from the world lately. This happens to me - as I'm sure it does to many others - I let my insecurities get the best of me and I close myself off. I mean, I love comedy, I really enjoy performing, but, at least not right now - performing comedy doesn't equal food in my belly and roof over my head. I also let the naysayers get under my skin. "Don't say that in your act, don't be so mean to yourself, you shouldn't make fun of your cerebral palsy."
I know, you can never please everyone, and you should not let what people say stop you from doing what you love to do, but sometimes people can be so mean, and those mean words stick in my head long after I hear them, replaying over and over, and over...
The conclusion I have come to is that weather you like or don't like me or what I do in my comedy act, you still took the time to form an opinion about it, and voice it, and that translates into future ticket sales and all the apple pie I can eat!
I haven't updated in over six months. I know, I know, you're all "Where have you been? You just stopped updating your blog! Vanished! You didn't call, you certainly didn't write, you just left and now you're back all nonchalant, just opening up your browser window and being all "Hey, what's up internet, how you doing blog, feel like being written in today?"
My apologies, blog. I do hope you'll forgive me.
So.
I'm not engaged anymore.
Yeah, I didn't really know how to ease into that one so I just put it out there.
In the interest of not putting ALL my relationship troubles out onto my public blog, I'll keep this one short.
It didn't work out between us. It's sad. I wish it could have. We remain friends. I mean, I've known the guy for nearly ten years. We had many great times together, filled with laughter and exploration, but, I just forgot that in the six years that we didn't speak to each other, my frontal lobe finished developing inside my head, and I grew and changed, and, alas *sniffle* am not the same person I used to be.
I wanted the memory of us back, but it will just have to stay a memory.
I have really been doing my best to hide out from the world lately. This happens to me - as I'm sure it does to many others - I let my insecurities get the best of me and I close myself off. I mean, I love comedy, I really enjoy performing, but, at least not right now - performing comedy doesn't equal food in my belly and roof over my head. I also let the naysayers get under my skin. "Don't say that in your act, don't be so mean to yourself, you shouldn't make fun of your cerebral palsy."
I know, you can never please everyone, and you should not let what people say stop you from doing what you love to do, but sometimes people can be so mean, and those mean words stick in my head long after I hear them, replaying over and over, and over...
The conclusion I have come to is that weather you like or don't like me or what I do in my comedy act, you still took the time to form an opinion about it, and voice it, and that translates into future ticket sales and all the apple pie I can eat!
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