Girls On The Gridiron

I got to meet and shake Rudy Giuliani’s hand this weekend. He met my mom first, so I told him something like “I work in finance and I appreciate everything you did after 9/11″
He actually reshook my hand when I said this.

Now don’t get me wrong, all my Dem friends. I think he is a horrible sell out during the last election. That being said….

Coming home that day and staring in disbelief at the tv and the aftermath of what had happened….in all of the silence of the city and in my head, there was very little that made sense. Very little at all.
Our president was awol. Our senator was missing. But through it all, there was once voice, one man who steadily reassured NYers that we were going to be safe and we were going to be okay.
Part of me thinks that without him, there would have been urban flight on that day. I realize it was the result of more then one man’s actions, but on a day of complete tragedy and in the weeks to follow, he was a hero. He stood there on ground zero. He made the addresses. He was in the media. He was there, to reassure us NY would be okay again.

I hated his politics before and after…but I will never forget the symbol of strength that he was during those times..

After the mad dash to finals from last quarter, my friends and I swore we would start the new year off with weekly, 6 hour study sessions.

Needless to say, everyone bailed this weekend.=}

So I’ve been “reading” since 2 or so…I forgot how long this crap takes to read, I really did. And in a nod to my decision to try to purposefully retain all this stuff, I read first and then type it up, which takes like twice the time.

And I’m only half way done….ugh…

I’ve climbed another step up the ladder, and was promoted to Vice President in two years. Though someone I know was nice enough to remark VPs are a dime a dozen in a bank, I worked my way up from AVP, and did it in the minimum time required by our promotion system, so damn it, even if we are a dime a dozen, I earned this .8 cents or so….=)

I was psyched and hoping/expecting it…I’ve been doing the same work that my co workers are, but they were VPs (for years) and I wasn’t. I say there’s no use being the kid on the block if you’re doing an adult’s work.=)

Current dilemma is a job I was interviewing, that I wanted until I actually interviewed with the people. They didn’t quite float my boat, so I have to figure out how to get out of this gracefully, since it is for the General Counsel, so I don’t want to burn that bridge…

Speaking of which, I’ve got a 3.8 with one more grade to go..along with the promotion, it was a good week….=)

All right. I’m officially disgusted.

We live in a society where gay marriage is not a right for all, but we have shows like this?????

2 strangers and a wedding:
“Our lucky couple will head down the aisle for a fairy tale wedding, complete with reception, and of course a fantastic honeymoon vacation.
But here’s the catch: Our bride and groom will meet, for the first time on their wedding day!”

So let me get this “straight”. Loving couples, together for months, years or decades can’t marry because they’re gay,
but two hetrosexual idiots can be married to someone they’ve never met until that morning, who has been selected by a radio station????

Yea, that’s sure as hell liberty and justice for all. I haven’t been this disgusted in a while. Britney Spear’s 55 hour wedding was idiotic enough, but this takes it to new levels.

I don’t want to be an American Idiot…

Well, happy New Year to all.

I want to blog about the awesome Dick Clark rocking new Year’s eve I had with some of my beloved friends and family. A limo rise, wine country, home cooked food, more wine and a ball dropping made it one of my more perfect days.

But then, life happened, and the warm glow of friendship is buried beneath the horrendous behavior of family, so much that I can’t write about my happy day yet….

I turned another year older yesterday, and had schooched off for a 2 hour ride to the Hampton’s. Curious as to what sent hordes of NYers scurying there in the warmer months, we took advantage of the off season rates to score a room by Southampton. Travelling is a bit of a birthday tradition, one we hadn’t been able to uphold with my husband’s new job and my own schooling.

We spent the late afternoon and early evening in town. Running around the beach, grabbing the second bad movie in as many days and eating dinner, we got back to the hotel room to a message from my step sister to call her.

For the second time in two years, we were off to NJ, because my step mother was in the emergency room because of suicide threats. Last time, it was Thanksgiving in the ICU, after she had actually attempted suicide, and had succeeded in stopping her breathing before they got to her to save her. This time, my birthday in NJ, with today in the emergency room. An improvement I guess.

It was about a 4 hour drive. We left our hotel room, the Jacuzzi untouched, and drove in the raining snow. We fought, my fears about my father’s role in this, my submerged reactions to the situation lying just beneath the surface. My fear of the responsibility and implications of 50 year old who was threatening to take her own life.

We went in to watch my 15 year old sister. We stayed and we talked with her and put her to bed. I bundled her off to school this morning, content that her little 15 year old self would be able to walk around the block and go to the bus.

A few hours later. I get a call from her school reporting her absent and I call her back instantly. I leave her a message and she calls me, explaining she missed her sign in, but was in fact at school. She even called me back an hour later to explain she had gotten herself properly recorded as present.

Fast forward a few hours later. I have finished my second trip the the hospital, with my step aunt safely ensconced in the house, waiting for my sister. My step aunt was going to watch her until they released my stepmom.

What actually happens? The damn kid skipped school. My fucking step aunt agrees to let my little sister stay with my fucking father, because its easier.
My step mom is being shipped to a facility.

So yea, my 4 hour odyssey accomplished nothing, other then having my 15 year old sister lie to my face, my fucking step aunt blow her oneresponsibility and my sister with my fucking father. And who the fuck knows about my step mom at this point.

Yea, happy fucking birthday.