For The Record…

I’ve had personal health insurance. At its cheapest, it was $250 a month. I was very lucky. My parents helped me. Without them, I’d be extra bankrupt and lost. But do the math, for insurance that covered rare doctor visits and Zyrtec, it was $250 a month and I still paid about $30 a month for presciptions. And that was after they hesitating approved me due to my missing kidney- essentially a birth defect that was discovered at age 18 and removed at age 23.

Second, my mom has been a teacher for over 35 years, I consider no one a more knowledgeable authority on “No Child Left Behind” than someone who teaches in a public school and who has to deal with it and be judged by it on a daily basis. She’ll be the first, and certainly not the last to tell you how it’s underfunded and ultimately leaves the smart kids–awkward smart, interest kids like me, my friends and Paige– behind. Obama is right, parents make the difference, any teacher will tell you that and so will any kid who was lucky like me.

Wedding? What Wedding?

So it occurs to me that six weeks from now I’ll be married, which I’m super excited about. But, whoa, Sean and I still have a lot of work to do.

One of the things I’ve been working on is the wedding Web site. If you happen to be visiting this site looking for info, look no further than the link in the upper right hand corner of this page.

I’m still updating a few sections, but it should answer any questions you might have. If not, drop me a line and I’ll do my best to answer your question.

See you soon!

Beach Volleyball

Okay, so it’s 12:15am EST, I ate fake meat at 7pm and I’ve been getting to know the local bar specials since about 8:30pm. I’m still stuck on watching the Olympics, if only because I love beach volleyball. Sure, there’s a lot of T&A involved for the women and not nearly enough for the men, especially compared to AVP men’s volleyball, but watching two people do the work of six in the middle of sand is damn impressive. I want the U.S. to win, not because I have a specific pride in our increasingly backasswards country, but because I want the U.S. women to prove how strong women are overall.

We don’t need all the padding of football or even the “non-contact sport” of basketball, we can throw down– two women, alone, in a constantly shifting terrain– objectified, vilified, and justified, all at once. Beating the crap out of everyone else in the world who dares to cross them. 

Amen. That’s what I say. A-f-ing-women.

R.I.P. Estelle Getty

This makes me insanely sad. Probably because I remember sitting around my grandparent’s kitchen table on Saturday nights, playing cards and watching Golden Girls. They both laughed at so many jokes that I didn’t get until I was much older, which is good– otherwise I would have been mortified by my grandparents laughing about sex. Even thinking about that now creeps me out. Eww.

Anyway, my grandma just turned 96 and is all alone in a stupid suburban Milwaukee “assisted living community.” She can’t really hear anymore, but I hope she still watches Golden Girls.

Picture it– Wauwatosa, Wisconsin, the late 1980s…

I totally swiped this from the Gawker post, but I think it’s lovely…

The First Post

Well, here it goes.

My first post.

Yep.

Sure is lonely in here.

Oh! Wait! I used to have another blog that was rarely updated– it’s here.

Truthfully, I used to be pretty lazy, especially when it came to writing. But I’m a different person now– older, wiser, more refined and focused– so this will be a different blog.

I’m a New Yorker now and I walk really fast and swear at people who go too slow. In Chicago, I used to drive really fast and swear at people who went too slow. Clearly I’ve changed.

So I want to update this blog on a regular basis and I’m going to do it, darn it! There’s a lot going on in the next few months– I’m getting married, working my way up at my first real writing job and I moved to New York recently. Lots of stuff going on. Stick around. If you do, I promise I will, too.