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Tales of NYC

Hello!! My fingers are flexed and ready. Many, many tales...

Five points to your house if you know that musical...

I love traveling. LOVE. It. I pack light, I'm ready to eat anything and go anywhere, and I can keep myself entertained while sitting in an airport. Unlike the three ladies traveling together that seemed to follow me everywhere I went in the airport before take off. Yak yak yak on their phones. First thing about me: I HATE talking on the phone. I don't get the intrigue. It hurts my ear, things interrupt the conversation, blah blah blah. Come to my house. Talk with me. But long phone conversations about NOTHING that go on and on? Spare me. I swear to God, the RingLeader of the crew was talking to someone about how they had not talked about shopping. And wasn't that weird? Because usually they talk about shopping. And they didn't, OMG! And I started thinking about pulling my fingernails off and cutting my eyeballs out with them.

Oh, spekaing of starting... Mad dash to the bathroom to reveal that Mother Nature is a cruel woman. Period. One week early. In an airport. 3.5 hour flight in small, cramped place. OHHHHH. That's why I wanted to kill those girls. I see. Feh.

But I had a window seat and two very nice men sitting in my row that were very accomodating to my needs. Sitting right next to me was the most handsome Asian businessman. He had GORGEOUS hands. But I had a book. (John Irving, The World According to Garp). Still I appreciate the asthetic beauty of the human form and it pleased me to sit near a beautifully formed body, and that he was so pleasant, to boot.

Mr. Stoney had landed earlier from Atlanta and we met up with a cute "hooray!" kiss and hug that is seriously missing now adays in the airport, due to heightened security. Cab into Manhattan and to Times Square with a fantastic cab driver. Those are my people. Get where they need to GO, yo. YES. Love the cab divers. We were on Times Square and 47th, or as I would later refer to it: where the Idiots come to stay in NYC. People just stop in the middle of the street to take pictures of all the blinking lights. GAH! I felt shame for the tourists. "Golly, Maw! You thank they got ter get summin up thar to change all them fool lightbulbs a'when they commence to go out?" Fortunately, the hotel we stayed at (W) was hip, chic, and very comfortable.

We roamed over to Park Avenue and the 30s and found a great Indian restaurant for dinner. Mango margaritas are nice, but only one. Sooooo sweet. We tooled about Times Square after dinner and watched all the people queueing up for the Broadway shows (the ones I wanted to see were sold out, oh well.) We were both pretty tired, so we hit the room around 11. I distinctly remember waking up around 3 and asking my husband to turn the lights off. Oh. There was a spotlight outside our window. Hee!! Drapes were lowered, sleep came.

Saturday was our big day - the day we were going to take in as much as we could. Walked over to Starbucks (feh) to get some coffee because the W's coffee was RANK. I was shocked. And the Starbucks at 47th and Broadway is apparently run by monkeys. Employees standing around, mouths open, while a huge line was forming and one girl was blown away by the pretty sounds and colors coming out of the frother. GAH! A native rolled her eyes at us and I felt like I BELONGED. Hee!! She knew I could be trusted with her contempt. I was like... a local!

Coffee in hand, we head down Broadway until we could cut over to Central Park. Walk through the park, see a baseball game, families on strolls together, an apparent Chihuahua convention (seriously: does every one in NYC have a frickin' Chihuahua?), watched a cool mini-Regatta with RC sailboats, heard great jazz, and then cut up and down to the Museum of Natural History. (mskakaako): you forget that Mr. S and I are science nerds. Don't hate me!) We started at the top and worked our way down. In the Hall of African Peoples (where I was checking out their gardening equipment, and yes, I am THAT much of a dork) I get a call from entrenous88!! I find a cubby hole underneath spears and weapons and crawl in to get directions for dinner.

Jess, I tried to be cool... I was really excited to meet you. I don't *think* I squeed.... Out loud...

Back through the museum to two of my faves: The Hall of Asian Peoples (gah, so beautiful - so much detail in such simple, everyday items. That pleases me.) and The Hall of Minerals and Gems. For the record: the moon rocks in that exhibit were catalogued, cut, and handled by my Father In Law. I thank you. See? Science dork, right here. *points to self* But crystals completely change their structure upon heavy impact!! That's like... your arm becoming a telephone if you jumped off a tall building! No? Not interesting? Okay.

Out the door, to a street vendor where I got a Dog, Mustard, Coke, and pretzel. Dog? Not so much. Pretzel? Ahhhhhh. But we had a mission! We continued north to the Guggenheim, which was closed the last few times I was in NYC. I get the warning about Mapplethorpe, read the signs telling me it's naughty, okay, okay! Let me in! And we go through the spiral and see the exhibits. And... meh. Sorry, natives. Kandinsky does NOTHING for me. ANd Mapplethorpe? I'd seen everything there, and they weren't... let's just say it wasn't the "shock and awe" I was expecting. Of course, check out my flist. We know from erotica, don't we? But one thing I DID like, and felt it was worth the price of admission, was how they juxtaposed his photographs of the human form (and the bondage pics, etc.) with pen and ink drawings from 16th century Italian artists. That was really neat, and come to think of it, probably was what took the air out of its' sails, you know?

But no time to think! Okay, there was time, but not in this narrative!! So we continue our mission and turn back and head to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. HUGE line inside. Met? Another time. Onward!! The one museum I felt I HAD to see, was the MoMA. We get there, we go to the top and work our way down. I'm so glad to be able to say I've stood in front of so and so. Picasso is tricky for me. I know that a lot of his art was made as a "ha! See? If *I* paint it, they'll love it." and that leaves me cold, and cubism is hit or miss with me. Some I dig, some I just think are a bunch of fucking boxes. But I love his scultpure. LOVE it. Monet. Manet. I like Mayonaise. (FIFTY points to your house if you get THAT one.) I sat on a comfy bench and looked at Monet's Refelctions of Clouds in a Lily Pond for about twenty minutes. Degas. SOme of the more "modern" art leaves me cold. I'm not stupid, but I hate the feeling that some exhibits leave you with, like you are just a dumbass that you can't GET what the artist is saying. Okay, but it's a fucking 20 foot tall canvas painted SOLID blue with yellow letters saying OOP. Shit, yo, I even know the typeface. Helvetica. So. Huh? It's like walking in a room and three people know the same joke and you aren't in on it, and after a while you think that YOU are the joke. That kind of "art" pisses me off.

Especially when there is something like the penis on TV exhibit that is FAR superior. Heee!! Matisse! Okay, one thing I love about my husband: we saw the Klimt painting and he started quoting "Freshman." I strode right past Dali's Time. How sad that something important can be reduced to a college poster. Ha ha!!

Our legs were TOTALLY hurting by this point (but it's a *good* hurt, Clem) so we grabbed a cab back to the hotel to clean up. As we head back, my husband pulls off his greatest joke: "All that's missing is pancreas and a ball game." HA!!! We start singing "Good times, for a change...." and cracking ourselves up. No? Bueller? OKAY, that was totally a hint, hel-LO.

The one bad thing on the trip: and it's just because it hurt me to my core. (SKIP TO THE NEXT PARAGRAPH IF HUMAN SUFFERING HURTS YOUR HEART - SERIOUSLY) Driving back in the cab to the hotel, which means we are cruising at 15 MPH in traffic, we stop next to a building. There's a man, obviously on crack - I'm not being facetious - stumbling and yelling at no one, then he pulled his pants down (he had on long-johns) and you could tell he had completely lost control of his bodily functions. Absolutely soaked to his knees with his own waste. I'm being kind with my words. And he's just staggering around, yelling at no one, and no one will come near him, obviously, and I just started to cry in the cab. How can we let people get to this state? Where they are capable of walking around with their pants filled with their own shit? I had just left places of beauty, of examples of the heights to which our minds can take us with beauty and wonder, and then had the stark contrast of this broken person. Mr. S just held me, then knowing what I needed, gave me chocolate. And lovin'. Chicky bow. Okay, I had to change the tone, or I'd get sad all over again....

Back to the hotel. Freshen up, make mah her foine, get gussied up to meet entrenous88 and the Future Mr. EntreNous, hereby known as: TFME. East Village, Russian/Slavic grub of the good n'hearty variety. I tried a Reisling. Twice, to be sure. I'm sure. I don't like it. :-D Let me say this about Jess and TFME: they are SO EASY to talk to! Funny, engaging, hilarious, smart, interesting... Jess? I didn't tell you this, because it didn't occur to me until later, but you are a taller version of Sue. Granted, she's a bit more high-maintenance - girl has some FABULOUS nails, but if your hair was lighter brown? I told you this in your journal but it bears repeating: you have NO IDEA how close you came to having a lap-full of Texan, with me braiding your hair and petting you. :-D That HAIR!!!

Jess is fun FUN fun to talk to. Girl, I could have gone on for HOURS. I think at one point we left the restaurant, headed to a bar, got drinks, and I don't think I shut up once. Meeep! Oh, remember that Stoney is on her period? GAH. That sucks. If I was cranky that night? (And Jess, I know I was - Mr. S bore the brunt of it, and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable) it was because of my period. Yeah. That's what it was. :-D Oh, and he TOTALLY got me to go to Katz's deli after we left you at the subway. Meh. The pastrami tasted fishy. Like, fish. Blech. But my chocolate egg cream was nice. Sue? Stick with Chocolate Soldiers. They are the BEST.

Jess and I talked shop, talked writing, talked about YOU (oh, wouldn't You like to know!) talked about who we love, who we think is the best at so and so, what we look for in writing, and everything in between. Good stuff. Movies. Direction. Books. Fun, fun, fun. And she's the ONLY person I know that can talk faster than me. And not much of an accent! Jess - couldn't you have FAKED a hard core Brooklyn accent? :-D Of course, I probably disappointed you on that front, too. I only have an accent when I'm with "my people." Heee!

Walked back through East Village (Lower East Side), caught a cab after some fun people watching (okay, all of the Mahnattan girls I saw were very pretty: no one had a big butt! What gives? But not a lot of big boobs. These are the things I notice. Of course, I'm from Dallas where if the Lord don't giveth, the Doctor Createth.) Back to sleep...

Lazy morning on Sunday, which was an absolute LUXURY. Read in bed. No one asked me for anything, yelled at anyone, begged for something, whined.... Man, did I need that break. We wandered around Time Square for tchotchkes for the kids (teddy bears with I &Heart; NY, pencils with erasers shaped like: an apple, Empire State building, Statue of Liberty), then back to pack and hook up with beadtific and her husband. We arrange a meeting, she's staying in the same hotel as us, so we let them check in and hook up at the restaurant downstairs for brunch. Her husband? FUNNY. The first thing he says when he meets us is, "Squeeeeee." With a period. Ha ha ha! Bead? I cannot tell you how much you look like my mother's best friend. Oh, when she was in her 30s. I kept doing double takes. (FOr the record? She was one of my most favorite people on the PLANET EARTH.) Bead has FABULOUS short n'sassy strawberry blonde hair, all choppy and piecy and cute, and you are SO HUGABLE. Sue? SHe can give you a run for your money on beautiful smiles and nails. Sorry! I speak the truth... Bead is funny, smart, we laughed and talked about wine and towns and cats running amock because of bad neighbors, and made plans for what we'll do when we hook up again.

It's cute to watch Bead and Mr. Bead talk - they know each other's stories so well that they'll finish each other's sentences and know who tells what part of such and such story better and pass the torch back and forth. Heeeee! Fun, fun. And my food was delish, for the record. But we had to catch a ride back to the airport (Newark) so we hugged many times, bid adieu, and caught a cab.

And yes, I kept humming the theme song to The Sporanos the whole time we were driving in NJ. Pretty uneventful flight back home except for the when the TIRE CAME OFF THE WHEEL. AND THE SHOCK BLEW OUT ON THE SAME WHEEL.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT. We landed, brakes, flaps, whooshing noise, yeah, yeah, then FUMPFUMPFUMPWHIIIIIIIIIINE. And the cabin kinda... shifted to the right. We limped into the gate with a horrible whining noise and the flapping noise (which anyone that's gotten a flat tire will INSTANTLY recognize) and they just let us get off the plane pretty quickly. HOLY SHIT. I was over the wing, so it took a bit, but it seemed everyone was REALLY wanting to get off the plane quickly. YIKES.

Then home again, home again jiggity jig. Good to see my babies. Lots of hugs and kisses and tales and the information that my Mother In Law threw my daughter, Emily, a BIRTHDAY PARTY. Oh, Emily and I have birthdays one day apart. August 7 and 8, respectively. And she had a birthday party for my daughter. Did I know about this? NO. Am I freaking out? Yes. Should I be? I don't know. It just seems like... it's sneaky. Which makes it seem insidious. Granted they will apparently be out of town for her birthday -I just found out - but still. Would it kill her to tell me her plans? She took my number 2 (Morgan) to church on Sunday, also. Which bothers me. Because I've made the decision to NOT raise my children in a religion (mainly because I think it's bunk, secondly, I want them to choose for themself if it's something they want to practice.) All of which means that there won't be a vacation for me and Mr. Stoney for a loooong time because I feel like I can't trust her. Okay, I may be over-reacting, but she has a history of this kind of thing, not to mention how she's told me to my face that I'm a bad mother. She had left by the time I got home, and my FIL was there to hand over the keys. Hmmm.

TELL ME IF I'M OVER REACTING. Not like, ahem, I have a history of that. :-D

So, so glad to be home. Wanna read. Wanna write. Wanna catch up. I think I caught up on all of you last night... Had a GREAT time, but it's good to be home.


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Jul. 25th, 2005 09:02 am (UTC)
Whee! Running out the door right now but I'm so glad you're back! And that you had a great time. Sounds WONDERFUL!!!
Except for that one part and I hear ya. But I'm glad it was full of fun and good and excellent!
Jul. 25th, 2005 09:26 am (UTC)
I DID have a good time. How could I not? :-D

We need to hook up soon for drinks, laugh, and talk!
Jul. 25th, 2005 09:10 am (UTC)
See, that's the thing.

I've been to (Chicago, LA a lot, London, San Francisco, Edinburgh and have lived in Seattle) but I don't think I could deal with New York. My Cousin The Biker's Daughter (the Landscape Gardener), she goes every once in a while and she's even more of a backwoods bozo than I am, but she has yet to discourage my impression that I would go FWOOM in a puff of black smoke if I tried.

Anyway, you went to how many museums in one day? You are a fast and relentless museum-goer, you are, and your feet must be, like, a thousand times better than mine. And on your period? And didn't actually kill anyone? You are a heroine of the revolution.

And your MIL is a jerkette.

Julia, avoiding writing, again
Jul. 25th, 2005 09:19 am (UTC)
Yeah, we were MOVING. But still able to enjoy the museums. I walk REALLY fast. And we started early.

See, if I could be close to greenery (say... Central Park) I think I could do it. Except I suck in prolonged winter. Two months? Okay. Five? Kill me. I do better in sunshine than in rain/cold/snow. All of the things to see, people to watch, food to eat, art/music/books/life that happens in NYC is at such a fast clip, there is such an energy pulsing through the very streets of NYC... It's really satisfying to the part of my brain that just wants to GO and SEE.

But eventually, my need to dig, feel dirt between my fingers, sit still and have peace and the sound of wind in a cottonwood... That would win out overall. But I love NYC. I tooled around in Harlem last time I was there and got jazzed by all of the public gardens cropping up. And man, the FOOD. Anything you want. Like, DOWNSTAIRS.

The ultimate city for me would be SF for great urban living, but close enough to places for me to escape that my gardener's sould wouldn't shrivel and die after a period.

Nothing sucks more than having a period on a trip. Maybe death. :-D
Jul. 25th, 2005 09:18 am (UTC)
I LOVE YOU. Everything you say is art.

Except this: That's why I wanted to kill those girls. I see.. *shakes head* No, no, no. You wanted to kill them because they were ANNOYING. As would any other sane person. *kisses*

Also, you did EVERYTHING in NYC that I would, with one exception. You did not go to the Chelsea Hotel. I definitely would have. But other than that, I can live vicariously through you. *love*

Except for the part about the airplane wheel! JESUS, STONEY! *holds you tightly to my boobies again for comfort honest*
Jul. 25th, 2005 09:22 am (UTC)
Here. Have some sexy knees.
*nuzzles into your soft, quishy, yet firm globes of womanhood*

I've been to the Chelsea Hotel before. Man, that is a dirty part of town. :-D But the people watching (my favorite sport) is SUBLIME. The place EntreNous took us was great for people watching, too. All stripes. That pleases me. Just all kinds of people of every flavor milling about, no one noticing ANYTHING... you could hang out with your boobs to the heavens and no one would give you a second glance.

And I say this with authority. *wink*

CELL PHONES!!! Man, I've had a chick be on a call in the TOILET. While she was taking a crap. AND SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT THEIR DINNER PLANS! *never eats again*
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Jul. 25th, 2005 09:19 am (UTC)
It sounds like you had so much fun. I wish I could meet people on my flist. That would be so fun.

I think that was a sneaky creepy thing your MIL did, giving your daughter a birthday party while you're out of town. You're not overreacting about anything she did, IMO.

Also I hate the way people talk on the phone constantly constantly. Every where I go people are talk talk talking on their cell phones. It drives me nuts, and they're just talking about anything and everything in front of the whole world. Shaddup. I don't like to talk on the phone either. I don't even like to answer the phone. But that's me.

Mmmmmmmmmm. Asian men with pretty hands. Nice.

Scary landing. I'm glad you made it safely.
Jul. 25th, 2005 09:26 am (UTC)
GAH! Cell phones are the bane of my existence. I'm not a phone talker (with three exceptions: my sister, my BFF in Michigan, and my BFFLJ, Sue - and it's because they live far away.). I don't get pleasure out of talking on the phone.

If it wasn't for my love of shoes and shopping, I would be the most non-girl ever.

Oh my god, he was SO pretty. Such silky, shiny hair, dressed beautifully with well-tailored clothes, and his hands were wide and strong. But he obviously didn't use them outside of an office. Not one hard spot on them. Ultimately, I like men's hands that look like they "work," you know? But his were strong and wide and long-fingered. Um, maybe I wasn't *so* focused on my book like I tried to be. :-D
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Jul. 25th, 2005 09:32 am (UTC)
♥ ♥
You probably didn't get much Garp-reading in, but let me know what you think of it!

FUCK I love NY. You made me yearn to return.

You know I got the "I like Mayonnaise." Yay for Jack Handey, and 50 points to me! w00t!

Stupid mother-in-law, throwing a fracking birthday party without you guys and NOT TELLING YOU (especially for someone as young as Em, that's disingenuous), and taking your kid to church. WTF?!! Stabbity.

I miss the Museum of Natural History, and the Metropolitan. My 2 faves, hands down.
Jul. 25th, 2005 10:59 am (UTC)
I love NYC, too. I bet Vancouver is cleaner, though. ;-D

JACK HANDEY! 50 points to your house. It's interesting about John Irving. I put him off my reading list for so long, badly influenced by the movies - Hotel New Hampshire, in particular - afraid they would just be weird and random.

Then you went on your JI book vacay last year (right) and I decided to put him back on after your comments. What the hell is wrong with me? I *love* him. Every sentence is so spare, not a lot of complexity in the structure, but he says SO MUCH every time. I love it. And it just seems so plausible. Nothing seems random or too esoteric, and it makes me really, really happy.

MoNH is so fun - although I noticed the bullet holes in the African animals display cases, and it made me sad. :-(
Jul. 25th, 2005 09:43 am (UTC)
:) Sounds like an awesome time! Yay vacation-fun!

But it's good to have you back and LJ-y, too. :)
Jul. 25th, 2005 11:00 am (UTC)
Man, did I NEED a vacation. And now I need today to sleep and recover from the vacation. :-D
Jul. 25th, 2005 09:48 am (UTC)
So glad that you had such a good time and are back home safe and sound!

And I don't think you're overreacting with the MIL... I would be a thousand different flavors of pissed off if I'd come to home to two big sneaky surprises like that.
Jul. 25th, 2005 11:03 am (UTC)
My theory is that you have to work REALLY hard to not have a good time in NYC. Utzveh? I think that was the name of the Indian restaurant. Pretty good. EXCELLENT naan and palak paneer.

She's NOTORIOUS for this kind of behavior. And she plays dumb that it isn't acceptable behavior, which bugs me more than the behavior. BIGGEST PET PEEVE OF MINE: women who play dumb. Being dumb? Fine. Having a fracking Ph.D from Purdue (in the 50s, no less!!) and playing dumb? Grrr.

So if I ask her about it, or ask her to stop, I'm the uberbitch, because it was JUST church, Laura! Or it was only a birthday celebration because we aren't going to be there, Laura! My word!

Sheesh. But NYC? Of the good. If I met you earlier, I could have arranged to hook up for coffee!! Next trip! (You work on the island, yeah?)
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Jul. 25th, 2005 10:09 am (UTC)
ohhh your trip sounds FUN!!!

i'm jealous, though i don't think i could have done that many museums in one day. i am of the do one thing a day school of vacations. i see a museum in the morning and then do something relaxing in the afternoon. maayyybe i do two things in a day if i'm really pressed for time. but i definitely couldn't have done so much museuming in one day.

i'm super jealous of you meeting entre and the future mr. nous. SUPER jealous.

also, your MIL is out of line, definitely. both with the party and the church visit. poo on her.
Jul. 25th, 2005 11:06 am (UTC)
Man, I was SO TIRED on Sunday from all the hoofing it that we did, but it was worth it. Last time I was there, they were closed for various reasons, so I felt like I had to make up for lost time. Too bad I didn't get in the Met this trip... Next time, tho.

EntreNous and TFME were so much fun to hang out with! you know how sometimes you meet a new person and you have a few awkward pauses as you feel each other out? None of those. Just immediately jumped into the convo and kept going for hours. Fantastic.
Jul. 25th, 2005 10:34 am (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed NYC and are home safely. Lucky you to have such a lovely and pleasant seatmate. When I flew to jamaica I was less fortunate. I know what you mean about the gaping tourists we get those in Philly a lot. Are tall buidings really such a novelty? Your FIL handled the moon rocks, that is no end of cool. I'm a dork though, I spend a lot of time at the Franklin Institute, and the Mutter so perhaps my idea of cool is a little off. Oh and your MIL the party I could maybe let slide, but the Church thing no, I think that was exteremly disrespectful of you. Not acceptable. We've had similiar issues in my family. When Catholics and Muslims marry, things go not so well at times.
I have no advice to offer but you have my sympathies. Anyway glad your back.
Jul. 25th, 2005 11:10 am (UTC)
Yeah, I've had some bad seatmates before, too, like the elderly woman on my four hour flight that just lost her daughter and thought *I* was her. I mean, how do you focus on your book when some grieving woman is pawing at you, thinking you are her dead daughter???

My FIL was the head of the geology department at NASA for 35 years. Anything that came off the moon was handled by him. *preens* My next dream vacation is to have him give me a personal tour at the Smithsonian where he worked on a sabbatical for two years. Of course, I'd sneak off to the bug room and ask if anyone wanted to go out for a hamburger and the amusing house wine and see if anyone got the joke. But that's because I am a huge dork. :-D

And I don't get the tall building, OMG! thing, either. i just got off the phone with crazydiamondsue and said youy can tell the locals from the tourists: locals look ahead, tourists look up. :-D
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Jul. 25th, 2005 01:42 pm (UTC)
It really was a great time - that one moment just affected me. I have this thing about injustice, where it's hard for me to shake it. So you try and help, and what else can you do?

NYC is such a fun city when you have nothing to do but meet up with people and see what there is to see. Hooray!!

(And thanks! I'm glad I made it back in one piece, too!)
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Jul. 25th, 2005 01:45 pm (UTC)
Fun was had with the Nouses. Es. Heee!! Oh, man, the whole Starbucks thing: it was Saturday morning, we were in a spot filled with tourists, and the locals who would normally be there on their way to work weren't there, so who would know?

The whole kids to church thing REALLY bugs me, because she knows my thoughts on religion. Of course, when my husband and I were dating, she shopped for churches for us. She's just a looney who doesn't understand certain boundries. I have to think that, otherwise I'd go medieval on her ass. Hee!

But in case you haven't picked up on this, I'm the kind of girl that doesn't get pushed around. :-D
Jul. 25th, 2005 11:17 am (UTC)
You did that many museums in a day? Did Mr. Stoney rub your feet afterwards? Glad you had a great time.

Cell phones--Gak. I have one but never use it. Not a phone person either. And I don't like to listen in on people's calls. Hubby is very careful about his cell phone usage too.

MIL?--Crap. Why? Just because she knew you'd be pissed. So sorry. Just not excusable on her part. Not much you can do though other than making sure her visits are short and sweet.
Jul. 25th, 2005 01:46 pm (UTC)
No foot massage, but he did buy me a huge block of chocolate. And offer to buy me a "Frauda" bag from the street vendor. Ha!

I think it's becoming time for another talk with my MIL about what's what. You know: telling her who is the mother, basically. SHEESH.
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Jul. 25th, 2005 01:51 pm (UTC)
Team Klimt. Ha ha ha ha!!!
See, I'll talk to YOU on the phone. You, Chrissy, and Tiff. That's it. I don't even talk to Mr. S on the phone, and I all kinds of love him.

I would have been the BEST SCIENCE TEACHER. If my last job hadn't of burned me out from the work force entirely, I would have become a high school science teacher as soon as Em was in school. Science Rocks! (I want a tee shirt so BADLY that reads: Geology Rocks! No?)

Picasso has a piece that is based on an Argentinian war that slays me. I saw it in an exhibit several yers back with photographs from a recent war there ('89? '90?) and it was haunting, how similar the photos were to this painting from the 1920s. But Picasso painted a lot of shit that he KNEW was shit, but also knew he was the darling of the art world and it would sell. So.

I'm home!! I'm home and needing to do nothing but sleep and read!! And email you, of course.
Jul. 25th, 2005 11:34 am (UTC)
You! Minus the state of humanity which you witness, but we will no longer speak of, you had an envious time in NYC! *is envious, totally green* Everyone gets to meet you but me! And we're in the same state, granted being as that state is TX that means nothing, but still!

In conclusion, that one chick (we shall not use names because we are MATURE ADULTS) is batshit crazy, yo, but has finally stopped flooding my inbox. Whew.

In conclusion, part deux, I LOVE YOU.

Jul. 25th, 2005 01:52 pm (UTC)
I LOVE YOU TOO. Did you see my reply to you in regards to the Fool of Craziness? You handled yourself very well, and someone was obviously proud of how immature and crazy they came off. Which is just mind-boggling.

COME TO SEE ME. Escape El Paso and come to me. *lures you*
Jul. 25th, 2005 12:13 pm (UTC)
Barnaby and Cornelius ... Hello Dolly Stoney!

I hate talking on the phone, too. For me, the phone exists solely to make arrangements to talk in person.

Your trip sounds fantastic! I'm so glad it all went well, despite the hair-raising aeroplane incident. Eep!

The birthday party is bizarre by normal standards, but I have to say, after following your LJ for only a few months, that it seems perfectly in character for your MIL. Sad to say. I'd be having the same reactions you are, but I'm not surprised by her behaviour.

Welcome home!
Jul. 25th, 2005 01:54 pm (UTC)
And we were looking great and felt spectacular! (What a knack!) Okay, I'm a total dork. My husband is sad no one knows his joke. It's so RARE for him to pull off such a sucessful one, as well... :-D

"The phone exists solely to make arrangements to talk in person." YES!!!! I concur.

Thanks, tootsie!! Glad to see your name crop up! *squishes you*
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Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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