Monday, May 22, 2006

Tomorrow Abby and I embark on our second trip to Maryland in the same month. This time my father is coming to town. He has only seen Abby once so this visit should be interesting.

I feel I must also comment on the fact that there haven’t been any pictures with my posts lately. I need to buy some film. Scott and I seriously need to get a digital camera. It’s going on my “we really should get this” list.

Abby and I went to the park today and were “attacked” by young Christians. Now I have nothing against Christians, and I welcome interfaith dialogues, but this girl was OUT THERE. First off there were about six 19 year olds from this New Life Bible college hanging about at the playground. The girl, whose name happened to have the same name as me, said they liked to talk to the kids about God and Jesus. If I ever caught someone talking about God or Jesus with my kid without my knowledge, I’d be pissed. So she goes on her rant about how God and Jesus saved her life from drugs and alcohol and yadda yadda, and then I say, “That’s nice. I practice Nichiren Buddhism. Have you heard of Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo?”
“Ahh, well, we chant for world peace and personal happiness.”
“I found happiness in the Lord.”
“That’s nice. We believe that war would end, once everyone in the world finds happiness and peace.”
“The Bible says that there will be war until Christ comes back and places final judgment and all those who don’t believe will be taken by Satan.”
“Last year I went on a Bible mission in Australia and saw 74 people receive the Lord. They believed in idols and every thing”
“That’s nice. We believe that interfaith discussions will help bring an understanding of other peoples cultures and religions to see that basically everyone wants the same thing. Peace and happiness. But first there needs to be a tolerance of other peoples religions, that no one religion is better than another.”
“That’s one of the reasons we chat Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo. And it works. Chanting allows you to bring out your Buddha hood and transform your life. Take me for example. My family was living in one of the worst areas in Baltimore, and all I wanted was to move some place where we’d be safe. And here we are ten times better off than in Baltimore. My husband has a steady job, good pay, health insurance. I get to stay home to raise my daughter. All this because I chanted and believed we could do it.”
“Yeah. God saved me from a life of drugs and alcohol.”
“Ok. Well. Take care.”
It feels sleazy to me when I see these people out walking around in the park, especially in the playground. It’s like when the Italian ice ladies stand in the playground with their carts making money off the kids. Can’t they stand outside the playground?

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mamas out there! What a nice day! Scott woke me up with pancakes and fruit in bed. He had to work, so Abby and I baked oatmeal raison cookies and played. Abby and Scott got me a smoothie maker. It’s some thing that I have wanted for a long time. A blender just can’t get the smooth consistency that a smoothie maker can. For dinner tonight we are having creamy enchilada casserole. The recipe is in this month’s Mothering Magazine.

I have decided to go back to my semi-vegetarian ways. I feel like I have too much meat in my diet right now. Though, the last time I ate meat was a few days ago. Plus, with Abby’s allergies, it makes sense to just be vegan. Scott enjoys chicken once in a while, so I am not going strictly vegan. If we go out and some one cooks meat, I’ll eat it. But strictly vegan at home.

Mateo, Scott’s good friend, is staying with us for a while until he gets settled in Brooklyn. I’ve never lived with a roommate before. I went from my mother’s to Scott’s place. Every thing has been working out so far. The bathroom is just too small for three grown adults and a toddler. It’s really getting a work out.

Pablo and Marjorie had new hardwood floors put in the other day. It kind of makes me mad. Our apartment could really use a new kitchen and bathroom. I feel like we paid for their new floors. How about putting some of the money we pay every month back into our apartment? Old kooks. Rent in New York City is ridiculous.

Sunday, May 7, 2006

The month of May has turned into a busy month. It’s giving me heartburn. On the 15th we’re going to Maryland for a graduation and then going back down again for my father. I still have one more make-up shift to work and finish my API questions.

Friday I worked at the co-op and Abby went to childcare. About half way through my shift I get called to go to childcare. My heart skips a beat and my stomach drops. It must be a mother thing to always assume the worst. I get up there and Abby has red scratches all over her face. She looked like she was in a catfight. The women there could give me no straight answer as to how she got like that. The one woman kept telling me she looked tired and was rubbing her eyes constantly. Well, she was having an allergic reaction to dairy. When dairy comes in contact with her skin it causes hives and her eyes to puff up and get itchy. Abby had a huge yellow sign on her back- “No dairy, No eggs, No peanuts!” No one there knew how she came in contact with dairy. I was pissed. Here I am trying to get Abby allergy free, and we get this, more eczema and sleepless itchy filled nights. The women there are co-op members like me and mistakes happen, but when it’s your kid, it can be upsetting. People need to be careful around kids with food allergies. Food allergies are serious.

A new family moved in next door on the second floor apartment. They look like a thirty-something couple with a girl about the age of five. The second floor apartment has access to a deck, slightly lower than our kitchen window. Anyways, these people are chain smokers. Every time I look out there, there they are sitting on the bench smoking. When the wind blows just right, I can smell the rank smoke. Yuck. I hate cigarettes. To me, smoking says you have no respect of your body or self.

Wow. This entry turned into quite a downer.

Wednesday, May 3, 2006

Quiet mama-time. Scott had to work at the co-op today and he took Abby with him. I’ve got the whole house to myself. Whenever Abby is out, I have this moment of “what do I do?” What do I do? I could clean, but what fun would that be. I could take a long very hot shower. Ten to one, I’ll just sit here at the computer and work. Maybe I’ll hop back in bed for a quick nap before the troops get home.

Yesterday we went to the Aquarium. We did learn an important fact: Tuesdays are school field-trip days. There were too many kids! I’m still partial to the Baltimore Aquarium, but the NYC Aquarium has a few charms. The jellyfish exhibit was fun, but Abby was scared to death of the jellyfish. The atmosphere was what made them creepy. Another exhibit we found interesting was the walrus. This huge walrus kept coming up to the glass under water to look at the people. You could hear his skin rubbing against the glass.