Category: Urban Family


We took Samang to the beach on Friday, and except for a brief period when she screamed to let us know that she hates sunscreen being applied to her wiggly little body, we had a kickass time. And then some self-righteous prick from the Parks Department came over to tell us that we couldn’t have a tent on the beach. The tent in question was this, which at least three lifeguards and two other Parks Department flunkies had walked past and ignored prior to Officer Prick. It’s not a tent, dude, it’s a baby shelter. No adults can sleep in it, we were obviously using it to keep the baby out of the sun while she napped. So we packed up early, made a stop at my house and a stop at Jordana’s house so all the adults could shower and get the sand off our bodies, and then headed down to Coney Island for the fireworks.

And then we made a miraculous discovery. Samang likes fireworks. We had put a lightweight blanket over her ears to protect her hearing from the explosions, and that part she didn’t like. She had just screwed up her face to start crying when the first firework went off. She opened her eyes to see what it was and was spellbound for the next twenty minutes. I spent more time watching her than I did the fireworks display because it was just so much fun to see her enjoying them. We may have to take her back this week to see them again.

Amazing that they go from this:Jordana and Samang

To this:

Strong girl

In two months, isn’t it?

And to celebrate Samang’s birthday, Mother Nature sent Brooklyn its first ever tornado, an F2 at that. Only the sixth tornado in New York City history.  I’d say that’s a memorable birthday!

I have some really deep posts rattling around in my head…well, maybe not really deep, but deeper than this is going to be. Because today I don’t have the time for a deep post. Sorry ’bout that. On to the bullet points:

  • Freddie thinks he’s a dog. He has taken to gnawing on our sandals, this morning going so far as to gnaw on my Tevas while I was wearing them. All of my sandals and now Rick’s as well have tiny teeth marks in them. And yes, I do put them away when I’m not wearing them, however Fido Freddie can open closets as well, so we are screwed.
  • Somewhere in my upgrade to WP 2.2.1 or whatever it is, I lost my Flickr e-z uploader application. I’m sure there is an upgrade for that as well, but the computer at work doesn’t like it when I use FTP. So I have to do it at home. And we all know how much I have been at home lately. So instead I just have to point you towards this the old-fashioned way: my LOL Cats.
  • My undergrad college made news all around the planet today, judging by the number of news sites I’m getting by typing in the words “Meadville wrecking ball” on Google. Apparently a wrecking ball broke loose from a crane and rolled 3/4 of a mile down a hill, damaging cars and injuring people in its path until it came to a stop in the trunk of a Taurus. Here’s an in-depth article. (I especially like the part on the second page about the guy who was injured when he “attempted to stop the wrecking ball by throwing bricks in its path.” Only in Meadville.) Here’s a picture. Meadville in the summer is slower than slow, so I’m assuming this will provide plenty of water-cooler talk at least until August.
  • It is hotter than hell here right now, so rather than let the little kitties suffer while I’m gone, I left the a/c on in my house for them. Al Gore can’t bitch, though, because the thermostat is set for 81* and they’re on energy saver mode. I can hear my mom asking me why do I even bother having the a/c on if I’m going to have it set that high, and the answer is “Well, 81* is significantly cooler than the 107* it would reach in the apartment otherwise, so there you go.”
  • I got a ceiling fan on sale at Home Depot for $37. It has no lights, but as we have no ceiling light there anyway, and I just bought CFLs for all of my lamps (yeah, Live Earth, making a difference), it’s all good. The Landlady is having an electrician wire it up for me, although I told her we could just swag it over from the corner. She is apparently unconvinced of mine and Thabiso’s swagging skillz.
  • Speaking of Thabs, Samang turned one month old on Sunday. Where the hell did this past month go? Now we just need to get set for her little blessing/not-christening which is going to be next Saturday. I need to figure out what I’m going to say at this shindig. Crap.
  • I think that’s it. Or enough, at any rate. Now to go do work for a bit until 2:30, when I leave, head into the city, grab some scripts (did I mention I’m on the nominating committee for my theater’s playwriting award? I am.), and head to the Port Authority. The bus leaves at 5 and gets in at 9:20. I’m betting I will get through at least three scripts in that time period.

Having the 4th of July fall on Wednesday is just weird.  It was like having a little taste of the weekend mid-week, and then having it all ripped away from you, like Lucy does with Charlie Brown’s football.  I spent a lovely afternoon in a Bed-Stuy community garden with friends, and then we moved to the roof of their brand new apartment (they’re signing the papers on it today) to watch the fireworks.  With a panoramic view of Manhattan from Midtown to the South Street Seaport, it was the best fireworks viewing spot I’ve found so far, and I have been to a fair amount of them.  South Street Seaport was actually the best view overall, but we had to stake out spots early in the day and getting out afterwards was murder.  Irene and Tumi’s apartment was no fuss: show up, climb the ladder to the roof, hold some cardboard overhead to keep the rain off all of us and the baby.

For the record, Samang was unimpressed by the fireworks.  She slept through them.

Samang monkey

Samang Redirile, 4 days old. Samang is Thabiso’s father’s name and means “to comfort” in Setswana, and Redirile means “we did it together.” (This picture makes her look huge, but she was 7 lbs. 10 oz. and 20 1/2″ at birth.)

And no, I don’t have the camera back, but Jordana sent out an email today with pictures in it. I’ll take what I can get. :)

Until the past two days, my experience with newborn babies has been practically nil. I have plenty of hands-on experience with older babies, say three months and above, but newborns? Not so much. But since Samang was a home birth, we’ve all been gathering at Jordana and Thabiso’s place all weekend. Rick and I spent about an hour there on Sunday fighting over who got to hold her, and then I went back yesterday and ended up staying all evening. (Rick, as one would guess because he’s had two kids, is very good with newborns. Me, not so much.)

I have already promised Samang that I will be “Cool Aunt Julie” and take her out for her first tattoo, body piercing, and alcoholic beverage once she reaches legal age, if she so desires. In return she has slept on me, cuddled up to me, and one one occasion, pooped on me. Fortunately that stayed in her diaper.

What I have learned about newborns in general, and our Little Sass in particular, is that they aren’t as fragile as people would have you believe. Their little necks will not snap like flower stems if you don’t support them for one second, they just don’t have a tremendous amount of muscle control. However, they’ve got enough muscle control that just when you think the child is curled up and doing fine, they will roll their head quickly and almost conk it off the dining room table. She did that to me countless times yesterday, the little game-player.

Samang also doesn’t like getting cleaned up by anyone other than her father. If Jordana or grandma or I try to change her diaper and clean her up, she screams and squawks and makes sounds like a cat being scalded alive (she made the neighborhood dogs start barking with her noises on Sunday). But if Thabs does it, not a sound. I got a wonderful picture last night of her just looking up at him like he was a god. They already have the Daddy’s little girl thing going. We knew Thabs was the cat whisperer because all little animals love him, but now it seems that he is the baby whisperer as well.

There are many many many pictures that have been taken, but for now the camera is staying at their house so I can’t post any. Soon. And now I’m back to work.

On the way up to Woodstock Friday, I got a phone call from Jordana’s cell. I thought it was her calling to tell me she’d gone into labor, since that was what she told me she was going to do. Instead, it was Thabiso. “Is this Julie?” he asked. I said yes. He said “Hey, you are an aunt!”

My goddaughter Samang Redirile was born at 2:50 PM Friday, June 8, after four hours of labor. Obviously Jordana has some good genes as far as the labor is concerned. Rick and I went to see her yesterday after we got home from Woodstock, and she is perfect. Pictures as soon as I get my camera back from the proud parents, who are borrowing it this first week.

I’ve got today off from work, too, so guess who I’ll be visiting this afternoon?

I’ve been working on a sinus infection for a while now, not wanting to take antibiotics until I was sure it was in fact a sinus infection and not just the allergy season from hell.  I did a little internet research last night and discovered that hey!  Sinus infections can start out as the allergy season from hell!  Who knew?  So yesterday when I definitely had that sinus infection smell in my nose and it wasn’t going away, I started the antibiotics.  And I don’t know whether it was letting the sinus infection percolate for a long time or if it’s the drugs, but today I am just floating along.  I feel like Jack Sparrow in Davy Jones’s locker, people, and if you’ve seen At World’s End you know exactly what I’m talking about and if you haven’t…go see it, I’m not going to ruin it for you.

But hey, floating and “Why is the rum gone” aside, I owed you a tale of my Memorial Day vacation, didn’t I?  Two months ago, I got an email from the mother of my best friend from high school, Colleen.  Leenie’s 30th birthday was coming up and her mom wanted to give her a huge surprise.  Could I take the Friday before Memorial Day weekend off from work?  Yes, I could.  Great, then she would fly me home the Thursday night before Memorial Day, and I would just “happen” to bump into Leenie in the baggage claim at the airport, our flights arriving within minutes of each other.  And then we would have a fun and exciting vacation weekend, only I wasn’t to know any more of the details so it could be a surprise for me, too. View full article »

First, everyone stop by my friend Kim’s blog and wish her a happy birthday. We went to college together where we discovered that we are, in fact, the same person born two years apart. Freaky.

Now, since I have nothing to talk about that doesn’t involve dumb students (and you may yet get a dumb students post), I’m going to do the seven (or eight) random things meme that’s been floating around. So, seven (or eight) random things about me:

1.) If I am travelling or going to a show or a concert, or anything that involves me being at a certain place by a certain time, I am a nervous wreck in the hours leading up to it. I make lists of things that I need to bring, I make lists for the people who are watching my animals, I leave extra early to get to the place I need to be on time, and I keep checking the clock to make sure I am there. I drive people who are with me in these situations nuts.

2.) Interestingly enough, if it is something I do more than once, like going to work or attending a weekly gathering? It becomes less important to me to get there on time.

3.) When I was little, I found a piece of carbon paper in my mom’s desk. I was fascinated that it rubbed off on things and made them blue. I looked at the wallpaper in my mom’s bedroom, decided that it could use some blue, and rubbed the carbon paper on the wallpaper. Did I mention it was expensive wallpaper? It was. At varying points I also sliced my mother’s box spring open with a razor blade and set the carpet in her bedroom on fire with a match by accident. I don’t think she knew about the fire until this very moment. Hi, mom! And no, I was not doing this to be destructive. I was just interested in how things worked. Unintentional destrictiveness.

4.) I’ve noticed that many of my friends were born around the same times of year. For instance, my brother and my friend Colleen’s birthday was May 18, Kim’s is today, and my friend Tony’s birthday is the 27th. I also have a slew of Cancers in my circle of friends and family: my mom, Lori, Rick, Aimee, my dad, and one of my aunts are all Cancers. Not sure why I attract them, but I do. Weird, right?

5.) My brain seems wired for creative pursuits, languages, and patterns rather than logic. I’ve always struggled with math and to a lesser extent science (the ones that involved math), but excelled in English, history, languages, and arts. I have taught myself the fundamentals of HTML, knitting, spinning, and any number of historical facts out of books, but if you sat me down with a math text and told me to learn, I’d be screwed.

6.) I have loved writing since I was a kid. Somewhere in my apartment I have a notebook that my mom bought me when I was about 8 to write my stories down in. My favorite of those stories? One that involved giant killer bugs on the floor of the ocean. I never finished that story. Actually, I still have a problem finishing stories. Apparently I am a process writer and always have been.

7.) When I was in college, I played defense on my sorority’s intramural floor hockey team, and I was damn good at it. We were champions four semesters running. The prize was an Allegheny College beer stein. I still have two of the four somewhere at my house.

8.) I have felt a deep connection to Freddie Mercury since he died during my freshman year of high school. I know many fans of many musicians say this, and it’s probably just the result of listening to so much of his music throughout my life, but I honestly think that Freddie and I would have gotten along famously if we had ever met. We have bitchiness, creativity, fierce loyalty to friends, and a hidden shy side in common. And if all else failed, I would have told him about how I got in trouble with the nuns in kindegarten because I came into school singing “Another One Bites The Dust.” I think Freddie would have gotten a big kick out of that.

Not tagging anyone, but if you want to do this, go ahead.

May 18 has been important to me for a long time now, since it’s an important day for three people I love.

First, it’s my brother Dick’s birthday.  He turns 58 today.  If he’s reading this (I think he sometimes does), he probably wants to hit me for telling you all that.  But ha!  He can’t!  Happy birthday, big brother.  I’m very glad you liked your present.  I say present, singular, because the hat wasn’t really supposed to be a birthday present.  It just sat in my office for so long before I mailed it that it fortuitously arrived in time for your birthday.  But even I would not be so mean as to make a wool watchcap for a May birthday.  The Obama book was your real birthday present.  I love that you are just as liberal as I am.

Second, it’s my friend Colleen’s 30th birthday.  She also probably wants to hit me for telling you how old she is.  She has been my best friend since we were 14, and has been going through a ton of crap for the past couple of years.  Something tells me that 30 is the corner, Leenie.  Your thirties are going to be awesome to make up for all that crap in your twenties.  I do have a present for you, as well as a massive surprise, but since I can never be counted on to do anything on time, you’ll have to wait a little bit for it.

Third, today marks the 14th anniversary of the day my mom quit smoking, cold turkey.  I was in Canada on a band trip at the time, and I came home to find that she had taken the edge off her nicotine cravings with a little bit of home remodeling.  As in, she had taken a sledgehammer to the walls of our bathroom.  She had been a heavy smoker, so I guess this was reasonable.  Later that summer as we hung drywall in there (yes, we did it ourselves), I caught a great case of walking pneumonia from the dust, since my bedroom was right next door to the bathroom.  I had to spend a fair amount of time lying down that summer as a result, which blew.  So, in summary, Mom quitting smoking: good for Mom’s lungs, not so good for mine, at least in the short term.  But I’m very glad she quit.  Congratulations, Mom.

To top it all off, the Landlady called while I was on my way to work and my ATM card came.  Considering I wasn’t expecting it until Monday, I think Supervisor Karen over at HSBC lit a fire under someone’s ass.  That is good.  However, I am still closing that account as soon as my work direct deposit flips over to WaMu.  My friend in payroll says that should happen in time for next week’s check.  We shall see.  But it’s good to have friends in payroll.

May 18th.  A memorable day all around.

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