I am continuing my little videos about NYC - this one takes place in the East Village.
I went on a Food Tour of NY adventure through the East Village which is so amazingly eclectic.
If you have trouble viewing the video here, head to my You Tube channel which will give you a faster download time!!
The food in the East Village was amazing.
We had bubble tea at Saints Alp Teahouse (an import from Hong Kong), rice rolls from Sunrise Market (an amazing Japanese grocery store that sells everything from unagi to pottery), amazing fries from Pommes Frites which included dips like mango chutney and parmesan peppercorn, takayaki (octopus balls) from Otafuku an authentic Japanese street meat vendor (hmmm, except for the Mexican music perhaps), delicious and cheap falafels from Mamouns, and a perfect ending with Italian cookies and cannoli from Veniero's Pastry, an Italian bakery serving the East Village for nearly 100 years!
Candy is the owner and operator of Food Tours NY, and she is a great and very sweet guide. When in New York, you should take a food tour not only to see a neighborhood but to taste it as well. For $40, they are GREAT values!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Book Lovers Yipee!
When I love a book, I go to Amazon and try to find similar titles.
But now there is Book Seer which is so fun and cute. Type in the title and author of the book you love, and then Book Seer will gather similar titles from Amazon, LibraryThing, and BookArmy.
Typing in The Matchmaker of Perigord now . . . .
But now there is Book Seer which is so fun and cute. Type in the title and author of the book you love, and then Book Seer will gather similar titles from Amazon, LibraryThing, and BookArmy.
Typing in The Matchmaker of Perigord now . . . .
The Engineer's New Job Makes it to SNL
Although the Engineer was a bit bummed at not getting his first choice job back in Calgary, I feel he can take comfort in the fact that his new place of work is famous. SNL Weekend Update famous.
The Engineer will be working at the bank Goldman Sachs. It's famous for lots of reasons. I know about it because it gets a mention in the NYC Water Taxi Harbour tour. And it's always mentioned on SNL.
Unfortunately, this clip doesn't paint it in the best light. In fact, the Engineer points out that he now works for one of the most hated companies. I think it's cool.
Seth and Amy's 'Really?'
If you can't view Hulu in Canada, download the hotspot shield Now you can watch American TV in Canada! Muhahahaaa
The Engineer will be working at the bank Goldman Sachs. It's famous for lots of reasons. I know about it because it gets a mention in the NYC Water Taxi Harbour tour. And it's always mentioned on SNL.
Unfortunately, this clip doesn't paint it in the best light. In fact, the Engineer points out that he now works for one of the most hated companies. I think it's cool.
Seth and Amy's 'Really?'
If you can't view Hulu in Canada, download the hotspot shield Now you can watch American TV in Canada! Muhahahaaa
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Time for Tea
In the hustle and bustle of the big city, it's always nice to find a quiet retreat to take time out and drink my favorite beverage: tea.
On a lovely fall afternoon, Tara and I planned to meet on E 64th at a cute little place called Alice's Tea Cup for scones and tea. I love love love this place. They have three 'chapters' - one on the Upper West, one nearer to Central Park and this one (which is also near Central Park). For $10 you get a large pot of tea (brewed to perfection), two homemade scones (which are massive) with cream and jam. We both always get a buttermilk scone which is a staple here, and we both tried one of their daily scones: lemon coconut. Can you say delicious?
If you find yourself around any of these tea houses after a long day at the Met or shopping at Bloomingdales, they are a great place to pop in for some quiet relaxation. Or if you want to host a little girl teaparty here complete with fairy wings, you can also do that . . .
On a lovely fall afternoon, Tara and I planned to meet on E 64th at a cute little place called Alice's Tea Cup for scones and tea. I love love love this place. They have three 'chapters' - one on the Upper West, one nearer to Central Park and this one (which is also near Central Park). For $10 you get a large pot of tea (brewed to perfection), two homemade scones (which are massive) with cream and jam. We both always get a buttermilk scone which is a staple here, and we both tried one of their daily scones: lemon coconut. Can you say delicious?
If you find yourself around any of these tea houses after a long day at the Met or shopping at Bloomingdales, they are a great place to pop in for some quiet relaxation. Or if you want to host a little girl teaparty here complete with fairy wings, you can also do that . . .
The best part about days like these is how they turn out. Tara and I were only supposed to meet for tea. But then a walk to Madison felt appropriate. So we trumbled off to the stores. Walking along New York avenues at twilight is somehow cosy and comforting. Strange how this city can feel so homey. There is something about the early evening, the lights, the preparation for Christmas that feels nice. Our tea turned to shopping to hot chocolate to Sephora to Rockefeller Center to chicken on rice across from the Hilton.
The best kinds of friends are the friends you don't want to leave so badly that you keep finding more places for fun.
The Mother Equation
Take one daughter and one mother.
What do you get?
Two crazy people. Or that's how I feel with my mum.
It's a well-known fact that we turn into our mothers. And it happens before we have the chance to stop it. I know I have turned into my mother. When she visits me, we both complain to the Engineer about each other. He gets confused because we are both annoyed by the same things in each other: ourselves.
My mum has delightful little quirks that make my father and I roll our eyes. How she will stop everything to point out the way the light is streaming through the trees. How she is slightly unreasonable and emotional at the strangest times. How she over plans everything from vacations to dinner. She starts packing for trips a month in advance. I could go on but I won't. She reads this.
Anyways, I am guilty of ALL those things. Except when she's around. My friend Lara told me that she too is exactly like her mother. But when she is around her mum, she goes back into her child shell and let's her mum take over the personality of the room. She's right. If she and her mother were both in 100% mode, those around them would go nuts. You have to give some of your mom back to her when you are around her. Be the kid again.
Just the other day when walking the dogs with the Engineer I pointed out how the trees looked as if they were on fire. He didn't even look but said 'yeah' in a totally non-committal way. I feel like I am alone when I see things that are special and lovely. Then I realized I do the exact same 'yeah' when my mum points out sun shining on snow.
The whole reason I am thinking about my mum and our combined craziness is because of some events that just unfolded.
My mum flew to Vancouver to hang out in my house. My friend had used my car but had supposedly replaced it with a full tank of gas so that my mum could drive it.
Call mum. Car is not there. I slowly start to freak out.
Call friend. She has swine flu so our other friend put it back.
Call her. She says she parked it on P1, stall #25. A part of the public Impark lot where I will get towed. Start to freak out more. She says she is sorry but didn't know where my parking spot was. So it's been sitting in an illegal parking spot for a week.
You know Impark - they're evil.
Call mum. Go check P1, #25. Wait.
Call back. Car is not there.
Mum is starting to freak out. And by starting I mean she is yelling at me and threatening to tell my father. Apparently I am ten. She rants that I wasn't supposed to loan my car anymore.
F*&#(CK.
Call sick friend again. Text her. Nada.
Call towing company. My car is not there.
Call other towing company. My car is not there. They assure me that other towing place takes from my parking lot.
Call Impark. My car was not towed or ticketed recently. But I do have outstanding tickets, do I want to pay? Ummm, no. I hate you Impark. I ask the guy what it means if my car is not there. He says my car not being there is a matter for the police now. Super.
Call friend #2 back. Are you sure you parked it on P1. She's sure.
Call friend #1 back. Still nothing. I am really freaking out now. Last time she used my car there was an accident. This time it was stolen? GAH!
Call mum back. Get voicemail. Check voicemail. Find out that my mastercard has been cancelled due to fraud. Awesome.
Call my dad. He hasn't talked to my mom. What's wrong? he asks. Urrm, nothing.
Call mum. Tell her to go do a lap of the parking lot one more time. I think the car has been stolen.
Wait.
Call mum. She's on the other line calling the Engineer.
Call her back. Found the car! she pipes happily
WHAT?
I guess I didn't understand what P1 was.
WHAT? There is a P1 and a P2, what's the confusion??
Now she states that there seems to be another problem.
Oh god. What?
"My shopping cart is missing! It's not in the closet or in the car."
Great. Now I've just been freaking out at my friends, calling numbers all over Vancouver from New York and my heart is racing because I thought my car was stolen. And she's already on to the next catastrophe: her shopping cart.
It's in my storage locker, I say. Also, I point out to her, if you had just read the note that was left with the keys you would have seen my friend wrote specifically where the car was.
Time for damage control. Finally get a hold of sick friend. Apologize. She sounds like she's dying.
Moral of the story? Get the H1N1 vaccine and don't let your mom into your house when you are not home.
What do you get?
Two crazy people. Or that's how I feel with my mum.
It's a well-known fact that we turn into our mothers. And it happens before we have the chance to stop it. I know I have turned into my mother. When she visits me, we both complain to the Engineer about each other. He gets confused because we are both annoyed by the same things in each other: ourselves.
My mum has delightful little quirks that make my father and I roll our eyes. How she will stop everything to point out the way the light is streaming through the trees. How she is slightly unreasonable and emotional at the strangest times. How she over plans everything from vacations to dinner. She starts packing for trips a month in advance. I could go on but I won't. She reads this.
Anyways, I am guilty of ALL those things. Except when she's around. My friend Lara told me that she too is exactly like her mother. But when she is around her mum, she goes back into her child shell and let's her mum take over the personality of the room. She's right. If she and her mother were both in 100% mode, those around them would go nuts. You have to give some of your mom back to her when you are around her. Be the kid again.
Just the other day when walking the dogs with the Engineer I pointed out how the trees looked as if they were on fire. He didn't even look but said 'yeah' in a totally non-committal way. I feel like I am alone when I see things that are special and lovely. Then I realized I do the exact same 'yeah' when my mum points out sun shining on snow.
The whole reason I am thinking about my mum and our combined craziness is because of some events that just unfolded.
My mum flew to Vancouver to hang out in my house. My friend had used my car but had supposedly replaced it with a full tank of gas so that my mum could drive it.
Call mum. Car is not there. I slowly start to freak out.
Call friend. She has swine flu so our other friend put it back.
Call her. She says she parked it on P1, stall #25. A part of the public Impark lot where I will get towed. Start to freak out more. She says she is sorry but didn't know where my parking spot was. So it's been sitting in an illegal parking spot for a week.
You know Impark - they're evil.
Call mum. Go check P1, #25. Wait.
Call back. Car is not there.
Mum is starting to freak out. And by starting I mean she is yelling at me and threatening to tell my father. Apparently I am ten. She rants that I wasn't supposed to loan my car anymore.
F*&#(CK.
Call sick friend again. Text her. Nada.
Call towing company. My car is not there.
Call other towing company. My car is not there. They assure me that other towing place takes from my parking lot.
Call Impark. My car was not towed or ticketed recently. But I do have outstanding tickets, do I want to pay? Ummm, no. I hate you Impark. I ask the guy what it means if my car is not there. He says my car not being there is a matter for the police now. Super.
Call friend #2 back. Are you sure you parked it on P1. She's sure.
Call friend #1 back. Still nothing. I am really freaking out now. Last time she used my car there was an accident. This time it was stolen? GAH!
Call mum back. Get voicemail. Check voicemail. Find out that my mastercard has been cancelled due to fraud. Awesome.
Call my dad. He hasn't talked to my mom. What's wrong? he asks. Urrm, nothing.
Call mum. Tell her to go do a lap of the parking lot one more time. I think the car has been stolen.
Wait.
Call mum. She's on the other line calling the Engineer.
Call her back. Found the car! she pipes happily
WHAT?
I guess I didn't understand what P1 was.
WHAT? There is a P1 and a P2, what's the confusion??
Now she states that there seems to be another problem.
Oh god. What?
"My shopping cart is missing! It's not in the closet or in the car."
Great. Now I've just been freaking out at my friends, calling numbers all over Vancouver from New York and my heart is racing because I thought my car was stolen. And she's already on to the next catastrophe: her shopping cart.
It's in my storage locker, I say. Also, I point out to her, if you had just read the note that was left with the keys you would have seen my friend wrote specifically where the car was.
Time for damage control. Finally get a hold of sick friend. Apologize. She sounds like she's dying.
Moral of the story? Get the H1N1 vaccine and don't let your mom into your house when you are not home.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Get me CORN!
My new favorite go-to restaurant to take visiting guests of NYC, is Cafe Habana. A Cuban eatery deep in Nolita with an 'outpost' in Fort Green, Brooklyn.
The savory secret of this wonderful land of nosh? The corn.
Oh god. The corn.
The menu describes it as:
Grilled Corn Mexican Style, served with chili powder, lime & cheese
My mouth describes it as flavor heaven that induces moans, groans, and cheese dripping down my chin. I may have licked the plate.
I believe there is a mayo concoction buttered on the corn, but it's not gross. No. It's amazing. With the cheese. And the chili. And the grilled, good corn goodness.
Trust me, you won't be disappointed. And if you bring your friends, they will think you are super cool and in the know . . .
The savory secret of this wonderful land of nosh? The corn.
Oh god. The corn.
The menu describes it as:
Grilled Corn Mexican Style, served with chili powder, lime & cheese
My mouth describes it as flavor heaven that induces moans, groans, and cheese dripping down my chin. I may have licked the plate.
I believe there is a mayo concoction buttered on the corn, but it's not gross. No. It's amazing. With the cheese. And the chili. And the grilled, good corn goodness.
I can't even do it justice.
I am not kidding you, I just felt compelled to lick my computer screen.
Lesson here? When in New York, head to Prince and Elizabeth for some corn heaven. Be prepared for a wait though, so avoid rush times. Plus you might run into a celebrity! If that's your thing.
Oh. And the other stuff is pretty good too. Very strong frozen mojitos. Gooey Cuban sandwiches full of pickles, cheese (theme here?) and ham. Rice, beans and spicy chicken.
For the Love of Dragon
On our journey to the Blaze and Sleepy Hollow the other day, Tara and I ventured into my favorite sort of store: a dog store. I realize this is a far cry from a shoe store. I feel this is how mother's of young children must feel walking past adorable kids clothing stores. I just love all the toys and fun things for dogs.
My dogs are in need of some toys. I got them some aliens from Target which they promptly amputated. Their squirrel has no hands/paws/arms and I find stuffing all over the apartment. They had a little bulldog that was unfortunately decapitated.
In fact, one of the only toys that has stood the test of time is a baby toy I bought when I first got Mr. Mop. I was told that baby toys hold up better. It's true. Granted, Mop tore of the toy's nose but otherwise the blue puppy is fine. But he's in Vancouver.
They have rubber toys but they just don't seem to love them as much as the plush. After all, plush is snuggly and probably more fun to whip around in an attempt to break a neck.
At this dog store (that told us we were in the wrong town for Blaze! Sign?) I found a myriad of fun toys. But what drew my eye was an adorable pink dragon. This thing is built with this new technology chew guard thingy. I asked if it would survive the munching of my nine-pound yorkie. I was assured that this toy could withstand anything.
Brooklyn fell in love immediately. For an hour, he cuddled and played with the dragon. He also managed to chew off a tip of a wing, an ear and a bit of the nose. I contacted the company to let them know that so far their 'chew guard' technology was failing in the jaws of an overgrown rat. Apparently, as long as the pink dragon stays together at the seams than what a dog chews off is their own business.
Fine.
Not that I would think of taking the dragon away from Brooklyn. He has formed a special bond with this dragon. A very special bond. Never in his little life has he ever defended himself against Mop. Mop always takes away the toy that Brooklyn is playing with. Brooklyn never seems to care (I have tried teaching sharing but apparently this is not a concept graspable by canines). Except when it comes to Dragon.
He really loves this thing.
My dogs are in need of some toys. I got them some aliens from Target which they promptly amputated. Their squirrel has no hands/paws/arms and I find stuffing all over the apartment. They had a little bulldog that was unfortunately decapitated.
In fact, one of the only toys that has stood the test of time is a baby toy I bought when I first got Mr. Mop. I was told that baby toys hold up better. It's true. Granted, Mop tore of the toy's nose but otherwise the blue puppy is fine. But he's in Vancouver.
They have rubber toys but they just don't seem to love them as much as the plush. After all, plush is snuggly and probably more fun to whip around in an attempt to break a neck.
At this dog store (that told us we were in the wrong town for Blaze! Sign?) I found a myriad of fun toys. But what drew my eye was an adorable pink dragon. This thing is built with this new technology chew guard thingy. I asked if it would survive the munching of my nine-pound yorkie. I was assured that this toy could withstand anything.
Brooklyn fell in love immediately. For an hour, he cuddled and played with the dragon. He also managed to chew off a tip of a wing, an ear and a bit of the nose. I contacted the company to let them know that so far their 'chew guard' technology was failing in the jaws of an overgrown rat. Apparently, as long as the pink dragon stays together at the seams than what a dog chews off is their own business.
Fine.
Not that I would think of taking the dragon away from Brooklyn. He has formed a special bond with this dragon. A very special bond. Never in his little life has he ever defended himself against Mop. Mop always takes away the toy that Brooklyn is playing with. Brooklyn never seems to care (I have tried teaching sharing but apparently this is not a concept graspable by canines). Except when it comes to Dragon.
He really loves this thing.
If Mop comes to get it, Brooklyn puts up a fierce little fight. He dances for it when the Engineer makes it fly while doing this weird spaceship noise thing. After a walk, he immediately goes to find it. He takes it under the bed with him, he takes it to his crate, he takes him under the couch. He gallops around the house, dangling the dragon from his mouth. They are the same size. He sleeps with it. He lays his head on it.
In fact, the Engineer once found Brooklyn 'kissing' the dragon and grooming it in the same fashion that Mop does to him.
Should I be worried?
Philadelphia
Tara and I had an adventure with meat and history.
We used the Engineer's point & shoot so I apologize for the sound quality!
We used the Engineer's point & shoot so I apologize for the sound quality!
Bergen Bagels & Prospect Park
The Bridesmaid Diaries just turned into a vlog!
I'm experimenting with my mad camera skills! Enjoy :)
I'm experimenting with my mad camera skills! Enjoy :)
Monday, November 2, 2009
The Great Blaze
New York and Halloween go together like peanut butter and jam. This city thrives on this holiday. Even the surrounding areas seem built for Halloween.
After all, Washington Irving lived just up Hudson River from here. In his beloved Sleepy Hollow which shares the name of the famous story of the headless horseman. In fact, I think the town actually changed its name to match the story. Either way, around Halloween that area just lights up. Literally.
Last year, I went to a Sleepy Hollow Halloween complete with a guy wearing a pumpkin for a head riding a horse and a midnight walk through the graveyard.
This year it was all about the Blaze.
OH
MY
GOD
The Blaze is held at Van Cortland Manor every October and can only be described as a magical wonderland of pumpkins. 40, 000 pumpkins are carved. FORTY THOUSAND. Nothing beats coming up over the little hill and seeing thousands of pumpkins glittering in the night. It was even better considering the moon was nearly full and whisps of clouds created eerie shadows on the grounds.
I can't even describe or fully show you how amazing this event is. You meander through a field of ghost pumpkins with jack-o-lanterns creeping out of graves, a dinosaur park, an alien land, Henry Hudson's ship complete with pirates, a druid circle, an under-the-sea world . . . I can keep going.
To top it all off add some apple cider and a walk through Tarrytown which is like Main Street America at Disneyland. Oh, and an FYI, the Blaze is NOT in Tarrytown. Nope, it's three stops away. We luckily learned this in enough time to run to the train station. And then get on the wrong platform. And then have me race up the stairs to yell at T that I will hold the train for her. Only then to have the train sit there for ten minutes.
It's an incredible thing to see at Halloween, check it out:
After all, Washington Irving lived just up Hudson River from here. In his beloved Sleepy Hollow which shares the name of the famous story of the headless horseman. In fact, I think the town actually changed its name to match the story. Either way, around Halloween that area just lights up. Literally.
Last year, I went to a Sleepy Hollow Halloween complete with a guy wearing a pumpkin for a head riding a horse and a midnight walk through the graveyard.
This year it was all about the Blaze.
OH
MY
GOD
The Blaze is held at Van Cortland Manor every October and can only be described as a magical wonderland of pumpkins. 40, 000 pumpkins are carved. FORTY THOUSAND. Nothing beats coming up over the little hill and seeing thousands of pumpkins glittering in the night. It was even better considering the moon was nearly full and whisps of clouds created eerie shadows on the grounds.
I can't even describe or fully show you how amazing this event is. You meander through a field of ghost pumpkins with jack-o-lanterns creeping out of graves, a dinosaur park, an alien land, Henry Hudson's ship complete with pirates, a druid circle, an under-the-sea world . . . I can keep going.
To top it all off add some apple cider and a walk through Tarrytown which is like Main Street America at Disneyland. Oh, and an FYI, the Blaze is NOT in Tarrytown. Nope, it's three stops away. We luckily learned this in enough time to run to the train station. And then get on the wrong platform. And then have me race up the stairs to yell at T that I will hold the train for her. Only then to have the train sit there for ten minutes.
It's an incredible thing to see at Halloween, check it out:
Oh, and did I mention you get to start off the night with a carafe of red wine and fried cheese? Ummm, yes. And if you are as lucky as us, you can still sit outside.
Doggie Style Halloween
This may come as a shock to people who know me well: I don't dress up my dogs. It's true, I don't. When I first got them, everyone thought I would be dressing them in little shirts and sweaters but I shocked everyone when I didn't.
Okay. Sometimes I do. Firstly, my friend gave us these super cute little coats. They happen to have pink in them. Pink for me. Yes, my dogs are boys but who cares? Plus, Mr. Mop really likes his. It's a little coat that makes him look like Shermop Bones. Super cute. He wears it when it rains.
And that's it. They wear their coats when it rains.
Or when Halloween rolls around.
The Engineer said I couldn't buy costumes for them as I had some from last year (stupid rule if you ask me but times are tough). So Mr. Mop once again donned his ladybug costume. Again, he likes it.
Well, he doesn't hate it.
Brooklyn hates his pumpkin costume. Perhaps because it's small now - I bought it when he was only 7 months. It looks like I stuffed him into some sausage casing and he barely moves when I put it on. It's pretty funny. I suppose people will think it's cruel that I dress him up simply to laugh at him. Trust me, he gets many treats for it. hmmmm, maybe that's the real reason the pumpkin is a bit snug.
Dog Halloween costumes are ADORABLE. But there really is no point to me dressing them up. Seeing as Mr. Mop hates children, I can't exactly prance him around in his ladybug outfit because kids will really want to pet him. Other dogs dressed up scare Brooklyn. We met a French Bulldog on our walk in full pirate regalia. Brooklyn hid.
He was also frightened of a blowing leaf.
The Engineer and I went as Buddy Holly and a poodle girl. Unfortunately for the Engineer the Buddy Holly look is in so no one realized he was in costume. He also resembled my dad from 1968.
The night before Halloween, I found a poodle skirt costume for dogs. It took ALL my strength NOT to buy it for Mop. And my friend T reminding me my dogs are boys. So what? Look how cute it is!
Okay. Sometimes I do. Firstly, my friend gave us these super cute little coats. They happen to have pink in them. Pink for me. Yes, my dogs are boys but who cares? Plus, Mr. Mop really likes his. It's a little coat that makes him look like Shermop Bones. Super cute. He wears it when it rains.
And that's it. They wear their coats when it rains.
Or when Halloween rolls around.
The Engineer said I couldn't buy costumes for them as I had some from last year (stupid rule if you ask me but times are tough). So Mr. Mop once again donned his ladybug costume. Again, he likes it.
Well, he doesn't hate it.
Brooklyn hates his pumpkin costume. Perhaps because it's small now - I bought it when he was only 7 months. It looks like I stuffed him into some sausage casing and he barely moves when I put it on. It's pretty funny. I suppose people will think it's cruel that I dress him up simply to laugh at him. Trust me, he gets many treats for it. hmmmm, maybe that's the real reason the pumpkin is a bit snug.
Dog Halloween costumes are ADORABLE. But there really is no point to me dressing them up. Seeing as Mr. Mop hates children, I can't exactly prance him around in his ladybug outfit because kids will really want to pet him. Other dogs dressed up scare Brooklyn. We met a French Bulldog on our walk in full pirate regalia. Brooklyn hid.
He was also frightened of a blowing leaf.
The Engineer and I went as Buddy Holly and a poodle girl. Unfortunately for the Engineer the Buddy Holly look is in so no one realized he was in costume. He also resembled my dad from 1968.
The night before Halloween, I found a poodle skirt costume for dogs. It took ALL my strength NOT to buy it for Mop. And my friend T reminding me my dogs are boys. So what? Look how cute it is!
I would literally be matching my dog! EEEEEEEEEEEE! I have the same shirt and everything! I actually just discovered this matching thing. I won't lie. It excites me. I am going to save my poodle skirt so that in a few years I can get the boys some Greaser leather jackets.
the Engineer in a more obvious 50's costume, and perhaps if we have a kid it can be a poodle! That's right, I thought about that. When I told this to the Engineer he walked away and had a glass of whiskey. Weirdo.
But this whole matching your dog thing can be carried a bit far (well, you are already in the deep end if you are even considering this idea) as I discovered in searching for costumes. You know how I have a thing against those 'sexy' costumes of beloved childhood characters like Alice in Wonderland or Dorothy? Well, what worse than a whored up version of Raggedy Anne? A matching dog costume!!! GAH!
I am sorry, but if you think wearing a sexy costume with your dog is okay you might have some serious inappropriate-ness issues.
What if you are going as a naughty schoolgirl? No worries!
I am sorry. This is all sorts of wrong. WRONG!
Anyways, I am learning that Halloween doesn't work so well with my dogs. Too many hyper kids with candy who either want to pet my mean puppy or who are holding lollipops that Mr. Mop will grab (happened). Too many people wearing odd hats that make Brooklyn cry and cower. And too many pumpkins that the boys think are pee targets. Nothing says 'Happy Halloween' like my dog lifting his leg onto your nicely carved Jack-O-Lantern.
Oh No
It has been lovingly pointed out to me that I have not blogged in well over a week. GASP! Someone read's me enough to notice :)
Anyways, it was a weird week here in the Big Apple. The Engineer and I made a big decision. No we're not having a baby or getting married. But we are staying in this lovely city for much longer than this December. A few years in fact.
The 'decision', as we are lovingly calling it, is scary and exciting and very bittersweet. The LDR is hard enough and now the end is not in sight. We didn't realize how badly we wanted to go back to the Great White North. On the plus side, I don't have to rush to all the museums next week or eat my weight in full sour pickles because we are NOT leaving.
Anyways, the 'decision' was made because the Engineer didn't get a job back in Canada. Ironically, his 'fallback' is for a superstar bank that's so famous it's included on NYC's tourist water taxi tours. AND its name is mentioned on SNL's Weekend Update quite often. Plus we get to move to an awesome part of Brooklyn to a house with non-slanting wooden floors and laundry (if I'm lucky). Still, the Engineer was bummed even after I pointed out these fun facts and when he's bummed, I'm bummed. Apparently that's what happens when you are in a relationship. You feel what the other person feels.
Super.
And then it makes you not write. Okay fine, it makes me not write. But I'm back (lucky you) and it looks like the New York adventures are going to keep rolling . . .
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Anyways, it was a weird week here in the Big Apple. The Engineer and I made a big decision. No we're not having a baby or getting married. But we are staying in this lovely city for much longer than this December. A few years in fact.
The 'decision', as we are lovingly calling it, is scary and exciting and very bittersweet. The LDR is hard enough and now the end is not in sight. We didn't realize how badly we wanted to go back to the Great White North. On the plus side, I don't have to rush to all the museums next week or eat my weight in full sour pickles because we are NOT leaving.
Anyways, the 'decision' was made because the Engineer didn't get a job back in Canada. Ironically, his 'fallback' is for a superstar bank that's so famous it's included on NYC's tourist water taxi tours. AND its name is mentioned on SNL's Weekend Update quite often. Plus we get to move to an awesome part of Brooklyn to a house with non-slanting wooden floors and laundry (if I'm lucky). Still, the Engineer was bummed even after I pointed out these fun facts and when he's bummed, I'm bummed. Apparently that's what happens when you are in a relationship. You feel what the other person feels.
Super.
And then it makes you not write. Okay fine, it makes me not write. But I'm back (lucky you) and it looks like the New York adventures are going to keep rolling . . .
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