I really have loved being pregnant. I am still loving it, in fact. My buddy is big and moving around and I can't wait to meet him or her. I've loved doing yoga and eating right and not partying down. It has been a really fun time for me. It's not always been easy, but I never expected the process of growing another human being to be easy. Why should it be? If you think about what you're doing - it's kind of a big deal.
Dude. Friday night we went to see Pearl Jam at Madison Square Garden. It was such an unbelievably awesome show. Me and the little buddy danced and danced and danced. And of course sang our hearts out.
This is me enjoying the show.
There's Eddie. Last time we saw them at MSG we were in the 2nd row. This time we were in the 2nd row behind the stage in the fourth tier. Much better for a pregnant lady.
There's me and Babe and Samoi at the show. See how elderly we are with our glasses all of us?
Nice pic of our vantage point and view.
Happy Anniversary to my lovely parents. Who's got a prettier mom than me? No one that I know. And my dad is so darn handsome. I just love these two. Married 41 years today. Can't beat that!
I have been showerd by my pals, my co-workers, and my family! I feel very loved indeed. I am also rich in hand decorated onesies. Above are the ones from my shower yesterday. I hope you can see how totally awesome they are!
These three pics are the onesies from my family back in California. Amazing!
I love them all. I hope to document my newborn in each and every one of them!
Happy Birthday, JOY! This is us in our apt. Aren't my nieces so cute!!?
Here's a picture of two Mikes, two Carolines and a Katherine. And a gratuitous belly bump shot for you guys.
I wasn't at my desk today. I went to work in the morning for three hours of meetings, then hopped on the D for Baseball train to the Bronx and watched the Yanks kick the Orioles back to Baltimore.
Recently, my friend Doug died. Douglas Bruce Shephard, Jr. was the first of a lot of things for me: the first guy to ever pick me over whatever cute friend I was with at the time, my first guy pal who I just hung out with for fun, the first guy I ever loved. I met Doug when I was sophomore in high school. Angela was driving herself, me and Jenn B. from the library on a school night. We stopped at the McDonald’s on Saviers Rd. This cute blond boy and his big friend got out of a white sedan and he stopped to talk to me. Me! Not Jenn B., by the way. He gave me his number on a piece of McDonald’s bag. I still have it somewhere.
We used to talk on the phone all the time. He was a couple years older than me, and I was young. Like fourteen. I was too young to date, but we were just pals, anyway. That didn’t stop me from having the most giant crush on him ever.
Throughout high school, we always talked and hung out. He would date other people and I would, too. He used to come over to my house and kick it with my mom and sister and me. Then we’d go to the mall, or cruise around Oxnard together. Smoke.
I finally got old enough to date and we did that a little, but really we were mainly pals. I loved him. He didn’t have much of anything, really. He was funny as hell, though. Poor, too. No parents to speak of. He used to live with this guy Junior’s Grama. He often had a job, but not always. Probably had a GED, but definitely didn’t graduate high school. He was irresponsible and probably not the best influence. But he and his pals made high school really fun for me and Randi and Krystee.
He took me to my prom. Then we finally started “going out.” If you could call it that. Whatever, I just knew I finally had what I wanted. That summer, the summer of 1995, his luck finally ran out and he had to move to his Dad’s place in Samoa. I was getting ready to go off to college at Berkeley. We drove him to LAX and I said good-bye to him there. I never saw him again.
I went home and listened to Pearl Jam Ten for days. I had never cried that hard in my life, and never have since. When I went to school, we used to write to each other. God, he was an illiterate motherfucker. He couldn’t spell for shit. Misused quotations everywhere. “Your” hommie, Doug” was how he would sign those letters.
In college, I got a boyfriend who was kind of mean and broke my heart. Then, I met the love of my life, Babe. Doug and I stopped writing each other, but Doug was happy for me. I thought about him over the years, and heard occasional updates from Randi and Kryst. He didn’t do well with his life, but that wasn’t a surprise.
He died of a drug overdose a couple of weeks ago and left behind a little daughter. What a dummy, huh? I never knew I would care if he died, but I do. He was so funny and so nice to me and I wish he would have had a wonderful life, like I have.
