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11.27.2004 - - - 6:30 PM
I am dressed for the first time in almost 48 hours. Dressed in clothes other than my pajamas, I mean. So now I'm all dressed up with no place to go. Okay, mostly dressed. I have on my cords (delightfully stretchy), Christmas socks, USC beanie, and USC scarf. I don't exactly have a shirt on yet, mostly because I seem to not have any USC shirts. I have a couple of sweatshirts, but it's too hot in my apartment to put one on now. Not that it isn't too hot to wear a scarf or beanie, but my lack of a shirt seems to help regulate my temperature. Hmm, I need to go to Victoria's Secret. I hate how hot my apartment gets! Stupid radiator.

So, I haven't gone anywhere in the last two days, since I got back from Thanksgiving dinner. Which was lovely. On Thursday morning while watching the Macy's Parade (which I will talk about when I'm back at work and can upload my pics), I noticed I had a red lump under my right arm. Then I noticed I had another one on my left arm below the wrist. Bug bites! Ugh. I put them out of my mind, and I didn't notice them gain until dinner. In my wine haze, I held out my arm and said, "does my arm look messed up to you?" Not exactly the best thing to say before dinner. When I was getting ready for bed, I realized that I had two more bites on my back. Yuck! At approximately 3:18 am Friday morning, I woke up with SERIOUS aching in my left arm and right ribs. I put on my glasses, went to the bathroom, and was shocked to see that my left arm looked like it was about to give birth to another arm, and my armpit appeared to be growing another boob. Every time I mention that I have some weird gross thing wrong with me, Hardcore always says, "put up a picture!" So, since they are gross I will put up links to the pictures instead of inserting them here. They aren't that great, since I had to take them myself and they aren't in the most ideal locations on my bod. So, behold my swollen arm, and my new boob.

Lucky for me my other two bites were not as swollen. I don't know how I would have coped with that. I slept pretty fitfully for the rest of the night because I couldn't get comfortable. I spent the day yesterday putting ice on my new appendages and trying to not move my arm. I was shocked by how much my arm hurt. And not on the bite, but in the joints. It still hurts today, actually. It's a bit uncomfortable to type, but I just GIVE and GIVE. At least the swelling is down today, with the new boob it was hard to put my arm down all the way. I'm just sort of squicked out by where/when I could have possibly been bit. It couldn't have been when I was at work or walking down the street - I wear too many layers for that to have happened. So it had to happen in my apartment. My apartment has been bug-free for the entire year. No roaches or anything, not even a spider. So you can imagine my dismay at the idea that there is/was something roaming free in my cozy den. I prefer to think something flew in my open window (that's how I manage the radiator), had it's way with my blood, and then flew out. NEVER TO RETURN AGAIN. Ugh. I hate bugs. I am not the bug killer. That role was always filled by Jax, or The Boyfriend. I always dealt with the snakes that came into the house. Or I would have, if snakes ever made it into the house.

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11.23.2004 - - - 4:03 PM
At this time last year, all my stuff was out of my apartment in Hermosa Beach, and I was only a few days away from moving to New York City. It's hard for me to believe that it's really been a year since last Thanksgiving, my last weekend as a California resident. I still feel like a California girl, which I think is part of my problem. Sometimes when I am on my way to work on the subway, or hauling my groceries up five flights of stairs, I feel like I am walking around in someone else's life. Sometimes when I talk to my friends on the phone, or hear about a fun dinner from my boyfriend, I feel like that's where my life really is. It's hard, this limbo position. I love New York. The city is amazing. I knew I would love the place before I'd even been here, and I agreed to move here after only visiting the city once for three days. I don't regret moving here for one second - it's been an amazing experience and I have made some great friends.

I just had a long parade of visits from pals and loved ones from California. Each of them brought a little piece of what I am missing - hugs from my mom, kisses from my boyfriend, gossip from my friends, and comfortable laughter. This weekend, Bree and D were here, and I had so much fun hanging out with them, seeing shows and going to museums and hearing about their wedding plans. I am so excited and honored to be a part of their wedding, but I can't help feeling sad that I haven't been there this past year while Bree was making all the arrangements. Ditto Bells' plans. And Matty & Cat's graduation parties. Not to mention a million birthdays and girls' nights out and movie dates. I'm upset that I won't be there when TB's sister has her baby. I hate feeling helpless when I can't comfort one of my friends or my brother when they're upset about something. I hate not being able to be comforted when I need it, too. The phone is nice, but it's not the same as seeing a face.

I think I'm mostly feeling nostalgic because Thanksgiving is the day after tomorrow and I'm not going home. I won't be going back to California until Christmas Eve, actually. On the one hand, that means I can go to the Macy's parade, and I will get maximum "Christmas in New York" time, but that is less time at the holidays with my family. I've never been away from my family on a holiday before. I am allowing myself a moment to dwell on it...okay, done. On Thursday, my friend Motown, her boyfriend, and I will be making a dinner of turkey breasts and mashed potatoes, and I know we'll have fun. If TB's sister goes into labor, I will be glued to the phone. On Saturday, I am expecting a million phone calls from the USC/Notre Dame game. I haven't missed a USC/Notre Dame game since 2001 so it will be a little weird to watch it on TV. But hey, at least I get to watch the Macy's parade in person!

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11.16.2004 - - - 2:22 PM
Okay, so where was I? Oh yeah, talking about my trip. So, once we were out of the city, it was pretty much a straight shot from there up to Albany. The Boyfriend had bought me a nifty iPod doohickey that broadcast songs onto the car radio, so I was entertained (and entertaining) by playing DJ. Once we reached Albany we had to take smaller roads to get to Cooperstown. We liked seeing the little towns on the way, and the leaves were still very pretty on the trees. The town is right on a lake, and it's gorgeous. I can just imagine how popular the area is in the summer when it's warmer.

We drove through the town a little bit, past the Hall of Fame and Doubleday Field, and then down the highway to our hotel. We arrived there around 1pm, and went inside with the hopes of checking in early. We were staying at a Best Western just past the center of town. The lobby was full of baseball memorabilia, so when I saw a mannequin behind the counter dressed in a Best Western uniform I assumed it was a baseball player.

I tried to figure out who he was. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. I looked closer at his name tag.

Hmm, George, huh? I started thinking about baseball players I knew of named George. George Brett...no. George Sisler? No. Finally, I turned to The Boyfriend and said, "What baseball player is that?" Long pause. "Um, yeah, I think that's supposed to be George Bush." AAAAAAAAAAH! It WAS! I couldn’t believe it. At first I thought it was a joke, like someone was making a hopeful statement about the possible outcome of the election, but at that point the election was over. George was creepy looking...I tried to avoid looking at it for the rest of my time there.

We decided after we checked in to go explore the town a bit. And by explore the town, I mean walk along main street, because that is about all there is to the town. It's such an adorable little place. Tons of baseball memorabilia stores, diners, and ice cream shops! We had some lunch, shopped, and then went to Fly Creek Cider Mill. So Cute! We had hot cider and fudge, and we bought spiked cider and apple wine. YUMMY! We then had a nice dinner and stayed up late to watch the Fog Bowl, aka USC vs. Oregon State.

On Sunday we checked out (avoiding George), then grabbed breakfast at a dinner across from the Hall of Fame. We sat down at a table next to a giant hot dog. At first, we were pretty focused on eating, so we didn't look too closely at the frankfurter. But upon returning from the bathroom, The Boyfriend decided he wanted a picture of me with the dog.

So, at first you're like, look how cute Heather's hair is! But you have to FOCUS. Look at the hot dog. Notice how freaking huge it is. Now look at how freaking DISTURBING it is. First of all, his eyebrows are two different colors. One is mustard and one is ketchup! I don't know...I knew a girl once with blond eyelashes on one eye and brown eyelashes on the other, but eyebrows? That's weird. It struck TB as odd that the dog's eyes were blue, but I pointed out that Frankfurters are German in decent, so maybe that has something to do with it. We stood there staring at it for a minute, and we realized something very, very disturbing - the hot dog was preparing itself to be eaten! It was squirting delicious ketchup on its head, and was obviously preparing to add tangy mustard next. MOST DISTURBING OF ALL, however, was the footlong's tongue - sticking out, as if licking himself to make sure he was tasty enough! JUST LOOK! He is totally committing hot dog suicide! We left quickly before the hot dog could smear relish all over his plump, glistening body.

The Hall of Fame was awesome! It was so neat to see all the old gloves and baseballs, and to see the trophies with the names engraved on them. The day after we left there was going to be a ceremony honoring the Red Sox and Ichiro, so we were able to look at the exhibits that had been crated for their accomplishments. I was blown away by the World Series rings. They were HUGE, and so sparkly! I want one. We also liked walking in the hall where all the plaques are. There are a lot of people in the Hall of Fame, but it's still amazing who ISN'T in the Hall. We went to every exhibit, including the "Women in Baseball." I totally wanted to get everyone in the room to start singing the song from "A League of Their Own," but I knew The Boyfriend wouldn't go for it. I had to satisfy myself with singing "This Used to Be My Playground" softly to myself."

Then we were off! We were pretty beat on the drive home, so it didn't help that by the time we got back to the city we had to deal with road closures because of the New York City Marathon. People were still running at 6 pm. Good for them! All I have to say is, thank goodness NYC is on a grid, because otherwise we'd still be driving around in Spanish Harlem, lost. By the time we got back to the car rental place TB wanted NOTHING to do with driving in the city! Hee. Pedestrians make driving in the city STRESSFUL! We had so much fun. I can't wait to go back there someday.

So, speaking of pedestrians making driving stressful, I have a little story from the weekend. My mom and her friend were staying with me, in town for a friend's surprise birthday party. On our way home from the party, I directed our cab driver which corner to drop us off at. He made the turn from 78th St onto York...right into a person in the crosswalk. He didn't see the person AT ALL, and I am very confident that he would have completely run the woman over if I hadn't SCREAMED when he hit her. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them I saw the driver looking back at me, confused. I tried to see if we had, in fact, hit the woman when another lady came over and started yelling at the driver, "get out of the fucking car, you ass hole! You just hit that lady and you haven't even asked if she's okay!!!" At that, my mom, her friend, and I all jumped out of the car to see if she was okay. The woman was just getting up off the ground. She was shaken, but said she was okay. Her little puppy, on the other hand, was scared to death! She wanted to file a police report in case she didn't feel well the next day, so I called 911 and said that there was a woman who'd been hit by a cab, but she was okay and just wanted to file a report. I was told that it was an automatic response, and that they would be there soon. Well, about two minutes later, a giant fire truck, two ambulances, and two police cars came screeching up! Out of one of the police cars came the BIGGEST cop I have ever seen. Smoking a cigar! My friend's mom and I started cracking up as he waddled over to talk to us. After he took our statements, he told us to go, so we did. I don't know what happened to the woman our cab hit, but I think she's fine. The best part was, we didn't have to pay for our cab! Woo!

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11.11.2004 - - - 5:07 PM
So cold....so cold. We've got record low temps here in the northeast, peeps. I am not a fan, as we all know. Although, I would not mind if there was snow! The first snows are always so lovely. So, let's get some snow if it's gonna be so damn cold! Stupid weather...grr. My radiator has been going full blast. It hasn't been too noisy so far, so let's hope it stays that way. Those nights where it clanks and bangs and gurgles are pure torture.

So, The Boyfriend left today! I am so sad. I was telling Woodsy that this time I feel so much sadder than I usually do. Maybe it's the weather, or the fact that I am about to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas away from him (Thanksgiving away from EVERYONE, for that matter), that's making me more depressed about his departure than I usually am. Luckily my mom and her friend arrive later tonight and they are in the city through the weekend. They're here for a surprise birthday party for one of their friends. It's supposed to rain tomorrow, but otherwise (besides the f*(7%$@ cold) the weather should be nice for them.

So, getting back to The Boyfriend. We had a great time when he was here, as evidenced by my tightened wardrobe. We always eat our way through the city when he's here, and this was no exception. I also tend to drink more when he's here (my friends are laughing now), so that adds to the waist expansion. I am washing all my jeans right now, so getting dressed tomorrow is not going to be fun. This calls for some serious celery chomping in preparation for the holidays.

Um, yeah, so getting back to The Boyfriend, again. We ate a lot, which I covered. We had a great anniversary weekend. It started Friday night at a little French place near my apartment, Bandol Bistro. After dinner we went home and he gave me three awesome presents: The O.C. Mix 1 and Mix 2, and a purse that I had been coveting for quite some time. I gave him a shirt, a magazine subscription, and membership in the San Francisco Giants fan club. Yay presents!!! They are so fun. The next day, we got up early, rented a car, and headed out to Cooperstown. TB was a bit nervous driving through the city, but it was really easy that early in the morning, and it's actually very simple to get out of the city - who knew?

I have to be that person...I have to leave, so part 2 of my trip tomorrow!

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11.02.2004 - - - 5:01 PM
The rumors of my death are almost true. I have been so, so sick the last couple of weeks. I actually missed four days of work, and not for something fun like getting a hair cut or going out with friends. Nay, I spent those four days lying on my couch, or on my bed, or on the bathroom floor, sick as a person who is sick. It started as a sore throat, and the next thing I knew, I had a fever, a headache, a cough, a runny nose, and vomiting. It was awful, and I easily could have taken a few more sick days. I missed Oct. 20th - 22nd, and then I tried to go back to work for a few days thinking I was better. Then on the 27th I work up and could hardly breathe, so I finally went to the doctor. She immediately sent me home from work with antibiotics and strict orders to not return to work until I was fever-free. Well, I wasn't fever-free until two days ago, but I went back to work on Friday. I just couldn't miss anymore work! I did a tally of days worked in October vs. days I did not, and it looks like I was the big winner! I took seven days off to go to Maui (although, only 6 were in October), then four and a half sick days, for a total of 10 1/2 days missed! I only worked nine and a half days in October. I beat The Man!

Besides my brush with death, lots of other things have happened. As Uncle Grambo would say, I will give it to you, "bullet stizz."

  • I went to Boston with Handle and Walshy. We took the China Town Bus, and it was great! I enjoyed lots of sleeping and minimal weird smells. I loved looking at the beautiful fall leaves as we drove through Connecticut. Once we arrived in Boston, Walshy took us all over town before we settled in at the Cask 'n' Flagon, the famous bar behind Fenway's Green Monster. It was loads of fun until two things happened: The Yankees took the lead in the game (they eventually won 19-8), and I almost got kicked out of the bar. Apparently, it is against the law for a woman to enter the men's bathroom. I had been waiting in line to use the women's room for approximately 87 hours when a man exited the men's room and herded a group of us suffering women into his empty bathroom. Upon my exit, however, I was grabbed by a bouncer and he told me I had to leave! I kinda ran away, but darn that bouncer, he found me! Luckily, Handle is a quick thinker and asked for the manager. The manager took pity on me and our defense that I was just in from California and didn't know the laws out in Massachusetts. I mean, really! Against the law! Those signs are just a suggestion, come on. Walshy and I were super-pissed about our near-eviction, and while normal people would take their business elsewhere, we decided to "teach them a lesson" by NOT leaving. Yeah, we're smart. The next morning Walshy and I were HURTING, while Handle was Little Miss Peppy. Walshy and I were troopers, though, and still walked all over town with Handle. My recurring quote was, "I need to keep walking or I need to lie down." At one point, we were at Faneuil Hall, where there just so happens to be a Baja Fresh. Walshy and I both felt so crappy that we couldn't even go inside to order something for later. Needless to say, on the four and a half hour drive back to New York, Walshy and I were pretty pissed at ourselves.
  • My mom came to New York, then left, then came back! She flew in on the 18th and left on the 19th to go visit her friend in Connecticut, then returned on the 23rd for the weekend. She conveniently missed the worst days of my illness. I know she planned it that way! Over the weekend we took it pretty easy. On Friday we had an easy dinner and then watched TV. On Saturday we went to the Chelsea Flea Markets, then to see "The Grudge," and finished the night by watching USC pound Washington in football. Then Sunday, it was her birthday! We had lunch at Serendipity, got manicures, had champagne, shopped a bit, and went to a yummy dinner. It was a great visit!
  • The Red Sox beat the Yankees and then won the World Series! I was lying on the floor of my apartment at the time but I could still hear the cheering from outside. I was surprised with how many people were pro-Red Sox! Or perhaps they were just anti-Yankees. Anyway, staying up late during those games seriously did nothing to improve my health, but it was totally worth it. Best playoffs in years.
  • T and GiGi came to visit this past weekend. I was sick the first day they came, but I managed to enjoy a meal of food with them before I hit the sack for the day. They did lots of sight seeing, and met up with the lovely Jordy. T and Jordy hadn't seen each other for eight years, and they hadn't met each other's husbands, so it was very cool. On Saturday we walked ALL OVER. We went to SoHo, the Village, Chelsea, Mid Town, and Chinatown. We went to Chelsea Piers and hit golf balls, and then went to the batting cages. T and I still have excellent batting skills, I'm happy to report. Then we had a nice dinner with Jordy and Ro where we took a bazillion pictures! Later that night we went to a Halloween party at my friend's loft in Chinatown. I went as White Trash Britney, GiGi went as a USC Fan, and T went as a Red Sox fan. I had to make up costumes for them and I was limited, okay?! We had a blast. I was sorry to see them go.
  • But, now The Boyfriend is here! He will be here for a little more than a week and we are enjoying every second of it! Since we won't see each other after this visit until New Year's, we are celebrating some December events. The last two days we have celebrated TB's birthday, which is actually December 9th. I gave him an X-Box, something he's always wanted, and a baseball video game. He's pretty obsessed with it, so I think he likes it! This weekend we are celebrating our anniversary. Two years! Time flies.

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