Women, America, & Love
I have never in my life been so proud to be a woman. Thank you Hillary Clinton for being an amazing woman, someone that I can be proud to have voted for, that my daughter can look up to, and thank you for your speech. Feminism is so important, women are important, strong women and even the meek need to stand up today and thank whomever it is you believe - that you are a woman.
If you haven’t seen Hillary Clinton’s amazing speech you must find it and watch it as soon as possible. It was the most important speech of this entire campaign - both Senator Clinton and Senator Obama’s campaign. Even if you aren’t a democrat, please watch it, as a woman I promise you it is the most important thing you will ever hear.
Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (0)Maybe Baby? …Part II
I will apologise upfront for the posibility that this post is not well written and probably long and rambling, but hey - you’d be a little crazy too if you were in my flip-flops!
Yesterday was my three month check-up with my doctor, routine and normal. Unfortunately, I go every three months to my general practitioner because I have a slew of health problems and he likes to keep an eye on me. My Mama shows up about 10 minutes before we need to be there, and of course blames me for being late, because that’s what mama’s do. I already know this is going to be a rough day because I woke up feeling like complete hell from the weekly shower the night before. But, alas, I must go because I’ve been just sick for weeks now. Okay, if I’m honest, more like months, but really - I am just getting sick of complaining!
Anyway… Like any good Jewish mother of a married child of 23, mine goes back in the room with me. I sit on the table covered in tissue paper, wondering why the hell I ever got out of bed this morning. It’s common lately that I have these thoughts throughout the day. I just become completely exhausted at random. Sitting in the chair across from me is my sweet Mama, I tell her I have gained weight according to the stupid scale at Dr. GPstein’s office. She is so sweet to tell me that when she checked on their scale, it is 5 pounds off - it doesn’t help my self esteem much though she tried.
Dr. GPstein finally arrives, checking on my Mama (of course, we share a doctor!), then gets to me. I tell him of the aches and pains, about all the afternoon puking, the smell of meat cooking or even the thought of it making me absolutely ill, the sheer exhaustion, and of course, last but not least - the missing period! Dr. GPstein being the man he is, a sweet and dear old man, says “Mozel Tov!”…and Nickoal, being the girl she is, a fartutsteh (very confused) 23 year old in a doctor’s office with her Mama thinking she has the flu, says “Thank you? Why….?” After which the following conversation ensues:
GP: You’re pregnant! Shvangern!
NK: No, No, NO! I have the flu! I am sick! I’ve already taken two home tests AND a blood test - I’m not pregnant!
GP: I don’t care what the tests say - you sound pregnant as the day is long! I have been doing this a long time - you, my dear, are pregnant!
NK: I do feel sick… and tired, and my boobs are tender, and… *wheels in head start turning and light bulbs burning bright*
Mama: *Takes over entire visit*
I leave my mama to schedule another appointment in three months, and go to the car to call the husband to tell him the semi-news. I don’t even know if it’s news?! I don’t really know what I’m thinking… I don’t think I’m pregnant, I wish I were, but I don’t think I am! I sit in the hot car, and dial my husband’s office. While it’s ringing, I go to light a cigarette - but I stop. Holy Mary, Mother of Peanut Butter and Jam - what the hell am I doing? They just said maybe you’re pregnant! In all actuality, he said “you sound pregnant as the day is long!” - mind you - I have no fucking clue what this means, but it sounds serious. It sounds like I have a teeny human being growing in MY uterus. And I am in the car park, lighting a cigarette, drinking my Doubleshot in the heat as if nothing is different!
Just as this realisation hits, the husband answers the phone, chipper as all hell. I tell him the news(ish), and like any good husband, he doesn’t think I’m pregnant, is busy at work and can’t talk now and will talk to me when he gets home. Then, my mama comes to the car, they are setting up an appointment with an OBGYN as soon as possible and will do an ultrasound to make sure of what their GJDI (good jew doctor intuition) has already confirmed. I remain stoic the entire 45 minutes I am with my Mama, talking about everything, including “the news”. She thinks “now isn’t the best time”, but “somehow we will manage”, but she exudes this “omfgimgonnabeagrandmaholyfuckinghell” glow or air about her. We get home, she goes home, and I am alone.
A.L.O.N.E. read: breaking down, shaking and crying uncontrollably.
It just sort of hit me, you know? I was like DUDE! A kid, of my own… from my scrambled eggs! My own little omlette! What the fuck would the Universe be thinking giving me a child? I freaked over that a bit, was talked down by my beautiful, loving caring and new BFF Rachael and then realised, well what happens if I’m not pregnant. What will happen if the GJDI is wrong? And that’s when I knew that I really want to be pregnant… I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything else. Jaime and I have been talking about how we are finally ready for a child of our own, but the timing just isn’t right.
He is finishing the final three classes for this degree, and I have a million and one health problems, not to mention the HUGE marital roundabout we just went through barely a year ago - now is not the time. But we are both so ready… Finally we are talking, really talking about it. Of course things can’t be that simple… he wants to finish school so we can move to a big city with big city salary’s, I want to be able to walk - but you know, I won’t complain if I can’t, I just want a baby. Not to mention Peyton…the five year old who has told her teachers and friends and basically anyone she meets that her Mamaleh and Tateh are pregnant. Yes, Mamaleh is apparently having twins, and was totally unaware - that is until informed by Peyton’s teacher congratulating us on our “litter”!! ( I really thought she was calling me fat, but that’s mostly cos I’m a silly insecure cow).
So, let’s review: The husband, Mama, Daughter and Nicky’s biological clock want a baby. Dr. GPstein has a radar gun that tells him I’m pregnant. I had a meltdown. I might not actually be pregnant. Yet, I am pretty sure that they will tell me I’m not, and I will fall into a deep dark bi-polar depression and already I can’t see myself climbing out of that hole. But… in the meantime, I look at my belly thinking various thoughts involving babies, puking my guts up every day after noon, needing a nap upon waking, and willing my body to get better and miraculously produce a small child (a boy) in my girly parts.
Until I get the final word…I wait.
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Well, I had a doctor’s appointment today and found out that there is a good chance I’m pregnant. Yep, that’s right - pregnant! It has been a long and stressful, yet exciting day - but I just can’t stay up to write a decent post about it tonight!! So I will leave you with that huge bit to nosh on and promises of a proper post tomorrow, detailing it all, in gory detail! As well as the post initially intended for tomorrow - Nickoal is here to flood your readers. As if anyone has me in their reader!
Part II tomorrow…
Laziness & the Flu abounds…
I have been deathly ill sick for a week and finally have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow. Due to my massively high fever and extreme unwillingness to do a damn thing, including writing a post of substance, I will try out this little Flickr Meme I’ve seen floating around…
Basic idea: 12 questions (I don’t know if it’s always 12, but we’ll see), look up your answers on flickr.com and from the first page of results you pick your favourite, put it into this little gizmo right here and voila!
1. Nickoal & Sugar Bear, 2. Portofino thru my lens, 3. (untitled), 4. I Just Opened My Eyes, 5. Penélope Cruz, 6. coffee and chocolate mousse cake, 7. Jump, 8. Baklava tower, 9. Spot the Difference, 10. Family Travel, 11. __Lovin’_in_All_Stars__, 12. Walk. Don’t Walk.
What is your first name? Nickoal; pretty funny cos it was a picture of me - I think it’s because I’m the only one with the name “Nickoal” spelled in that manner.
What is your favourite food? Italian; surprisingly, it’s not French! Hopefully they will still let me back in the country when I go back!
Where did you spend your honeymoon? home; unfortunately, we were married in December and came down with the flu immediately after, so after 6 years, our honeymoon has never been replaced, it was still just at home. (oy, but the picture is amazing! plus - it’s from the Paris metro)
What is your favourite colour? brown and green combo; I don’t know why this is a picture of the little puppy, but she’s so sweet I had to pick this picture! (and yes I know brown and green is not one colour, but I am not a fan of individual colours, I’m only into their marriage)
Who is your celebrity crush? Penelope Cruz; wow, this was so hard! Penelope Cruz is beautiful…in every way. She has that simplistic and pure beauty that is something I am envious of. But who do I want to get down and dirty with? That’s easy! Johnny Depp and Katherine Moennig - at the same time no sharing.
What is your favourite drink? Chocolate Cake & Starbucks Doubleshot on Ice; Chocolate Cake is my favourite liquor drink and the Doubleshot is the best coffee I can get here in the United States, lol. And of course, there’s wine, but so many to choose from that I can’t possibly decide! (Not to mention a great pot of tea!)
What is your dream holiday?Iceland; This was extremely difficult, as I’ve been fortunate enough to have travelled to most of the places I’d like to go. I’d love to go through all of Iceland one day, and hopefully I’ll be able to one day. The picture of the two girls is absolutely beautiful.
What is your favourite dessert? Baklava; gosh, it is just my favourite…and I thought long and hard about this one! If anyone has a yummy recipe please let me know!
What do you want to be when you grow up? A mummy to twins; yes, I know this is not a huge goal, but I’ve finished Uni, I’m a wife, and I already have a daughter - all that’s left are my twin boys hehe. Those twins are ADORABLE!!!
What do you love most in life? My family and travelling; I love them. I can say no more.
What is one word you would use to describe yourself? Romantic; Since it is only one word, I pick romantic…otherwise it would a stream of explitives as well as genius, beautiful, stunning, lol.
What is your Flickr account name? Nicki’s Knickers™; I love the picture I found (and was shocked that it wasn’t all my stuff?) anyway…there you have it!
The End
Filed under Uncategorized | Comments (2)My Mayo Brings All the Gays to the Yard…
Okay, so it was brought to my attention that there is an extremely controversial advert airing in the UK and I had to check it out. Who would have thought that a country as progressive and “liberal” enough to let the gays get married could possibly be offended by anything?! How disappointed I was to find out that it was a simple mayonaise commercial. Yes people, an advertisment about Heinz Mayo! Not just any regular condiment though, this one is just for homosexuals.** Well, here, just see for yourself:
Yes, this is apparently the advert threatening the sanctity of sandwhich eaters everywhere. Is nothing sacred? Even good ol’ Bill O’Reilly had to get in on this one, an entire segment on how dispicable the whole thing is! And boy am I glad he did! It’s a bit unfortunate though that he was no where to be found when they aired this equally shocking advert during the Superbowl 2007, no less!
Okay, enough with my sarcasm. I cannot begin to describe how infuriating this is for me! Obviously, the first commercial has NOTHING to do with being gay, and if it did - WHO THE FUCK CARES?! The point of this advert, from a marketing standpoint, is that the obviously New York Deli “Mum” takes the place of your real mum! This mayonaise is supposed to taste just like it came from a deli and it gives your mother the ability to make sandwhiches on that level. That’s it people. It’s not gay. It’s not offensive. It’s just another stupid advert. Get over yourselves please and find something real to be “up in arms” about! If you don’t like it - fast forward or take that time to take a piss and a make a damn sandwhich.
**Straight people, please read the label carefully, I don’t want you to accidentally switch to the other team just because you weren’t paying close enough attention while in the grocery store!
Filed under things that piss me off | Comments (3)My Less Than Dramatic Comeback…
I must say I have a confession. I am an Olbermann geek. I don’t watch it live, hell - I don’t even always watch it on the proper day, but my TiVo (or my cheap satellite version) keeps me up-to-date. Just imagine my surprise then, while catching up on my sexy little newsman Tuesday night, when I noticed his brand new addition! Who else had a hard time paying attention to the news at hand due to those yummy little glasses he has now?! Keith Olbermann already had enough to get me going - the perfectly placed grey hair, the squared jaw line, and his intellect of course - but with the glasses, he owns me!
Okay, now that I’ve cleaned up the drool… having TiVo has it’s obvious benefits:
- It allows you to keep up with those two shows that you just have to watch, but for some reason come on at the exact same time!
- You can let your husbo watch Battlestar Galactica whenever he would like, while you take your tuchis to the bedroom and play on the computer…erm, after the kid is asleep of course.
- Obviously, everyone’s favourite, skipping through the adverts…
- And it gives me one more fricken thing to stress over! The amount of time I have available!!!
Is it just me, or do those numbers drive you crazy?! Mine, for example, starts out at 150, and I said I won’t let it get under 135 available hours - that way I know I have plenty of time and it won’t delete my beloved Hell’s Kitchen, plus I feel like I’m monitoring how much time the family’s watching the TV. Yet, somehow, someway it just creeps up on you! You’re down almost to 100 hours, down to 70, 40, 30 and then like me, 15 hours and 49 minutes!!
Life happens, why do I allow myself to get all caught up in how many hours are left on the DVR? I am working now, I have a real job (sort of) and I can’t just watch television all day, and I think I need to just let it go! I’m sure the same thing happened “In Today’s Session of Divorce Court…” that happened last week, just different people! Hi, my name is Nickoal, and I’m addicted to TiVo.
That said, while skipping through the adverts on Olbermann, one did catch my eye and I went back to watch the whole thing (see - they still get you!). It was so powerful, and reminded me of another one I had seen on YouTube, I thought I’d share both with you.
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Le changement dans lequel nous croyons
BLOG BACK UP 25 JUNE, 2008!
There is so much going on in my life at the moment, not to mention my poor blog was in need of a change, I just needed a break. I will be back shortly, and when I return, the crap I’ve had to deal with will make for some very entertaining reading. I will continue to read all my favourite blogs, and comment as usual and hope to have readers when I return.
See you kiddies soon!!
♥ Nickoal
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