Peter and I haven't had much time to do any touristy things since we moved here, so it was fun to kind of play tour guide and also check out some of the tourist attractions we hadn't made it to yet.
Monday, December 29, 2008
because today was officially the last day of Christmas at our house.
After packing up some treats to be sent home to my Georgia kinfolk I said adieu to my visiting in-laws and then began the de-christmasizing process. Which, of course, involves a long hard look at one's financial status.
Surprisingly, we did really well to stay under budget. (It took some blood, sweat, and a boatload of tears to stay there, but somehow we made it under!)
For example: a few days before Christmas eve I said, "lets go get a tree!" which elicited an unwelcome, "we can't afford a tree this year, and all our ornaments are in Georgia anyway." So, to be spiteful I said "fine!" and pulled some cardboard out of the pile of garbage sitting by the door about to be taken to the dumpster, and began fashioning a tree. Knowing he hates trashy, chaotic-looking, thrown together things, I thought that perhaps having to look at a pile of old cardboard shaped like a tree might inspire him to join me in a little budget bending.
But then I got into it.
Really into it.
Next thing I knew I was blowdrying paper mache and looking for some glitter to make a star with.
I trimmed it down and used cardboard rolled around an old spaghetti jar to make a trunk.
Who knows maybe I'll save my little garbage tree for next year.
Actually no, I won't because we have ZERO closet space already, and there'll be garbage enough next Christmas.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Along the Bics and Rollerballs are Flomax, Lovenox, and a variety of other cleverly named prescriptions on pens thanks to the drug reps that filter through Peter's hospital.
Yesterday Peter brought home my favorite freebie thus far...
I think it's hilarious on many fronts- they know how to appeal to nerds, and also because they felt the need to print a disclaimer to explain that it does not ACTUALLY make you smarter.
Oh those drug companies know how to be cute.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
We ran out to get some fast food the other day, and a guy came in off the street.
He was elderly-late sixties, early seventies
clearly mentally deficient sweatshirt jacket
rail thin, clearly mentally deficient(perhaps a stroke, maybe parkinsons, posibly schizo?)
sweatshirt jacketinstead of a coat, old socks as gloves.
He wasn't bothering anyone- he just came in and hunkered down in the corner near the heat vent talking to himself in a repetitive stutter-a combination of religious and political banter.
I wanted to call someone, but didn't know who.
The police would have escorted him out of the restaurant, but probably wouldn't do much more than that.
Who do you call in that situation?
I still had half my weekly lunch budget in my pocket, so I gave it to him. He called me an angel and trudged up to the counter.
I don't know what else I could have done.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Well... I still do that... and the result is still up for grabs at
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
I couldn't be with my family this year, but it wasn't all bad.
In fact, it was pretty darn fun.
We left the house, and caught a train to Manhattan, but then I realized I had forgotten the XD card to my camera.
We stopped in at a camera shop to buy a new one, and even though the camera guy was disgusted by how old and gnarly my camera is, he did have an XD card that would fit. So now I have 650 remaining photos on my camera! Before, the best I could ever get was 32! I was always having to delete photos before they made their way onto my computer, but no more!
It was terrible! It took a team of twenty highly skilled poke trainers to wrangle him back into his poke-ball.
After the the pikachu had been taken care of we all thought everything was safe and that we could relax, but then a giant ogre came along to grind our bones into bread and other such ogre-y activities. He and his Smash Mouth loving minions spread destruction and chaos with the help of a giant clover-bearing elephant.
Fortunately a space man and Zack Ephron came along to save the day. I wouldn't have been able to recognize this brave young man if it weren't for the dozens of young female narrators near by jumping and screaming,
In keeping with the day's madness, we accidentally wandered into an enchanted forest. This was a magical forest where every bridge came with it's own saxophone player, and where, despite the barely being freezing temperature, a pond had frozen over. Some of the strange inhabitants of the forest had blades attached to their feet, and I could only assume that they were under some terrible curse, because they continually went around and around in circles on the frozen water. Perhaps someday Zack Ephron will come and free them from their icy domain.
When we got back home I got to work preparing a small feast, and we decided to give thanks for surviving all the giant creatures and other chicanery that we ran into. That's why we call it Thanksgiving.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I'll be honest-things are not good right now.
Things are not good in New York.
Things are not good in America.
But you know what?
This is when faith truly kicks in.
There is nothing like hardship to remind us of God's love and mercy.
Example: When I got my first paycheck from my current job we were down to less than $70. Total. Rent, bills, food... and all we had was $65 and some change.
I have faith that, no matter what, He will again.
If I lose my job I'll find another one.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
(I know it's not that late, but I'm knackered out.)
Who met a boy. They got married and moved to the Caribbean and got a dog. He studied medicine, and she worked at a resort. But she got sick of the monkies messing up her table settings, so she went to work for a camp for undocumented kids. Eventually they had to leave the island. It was very sad. She still misses her friends and the kids there. (Especially that kid, Helene)!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I love about New York
Theres a small Theater a few minutes away from my place that almost exclusively shows independent films. I suspect that the reason for this is not because of the owner's overwhelming desire to be a patron of cinematic art, but because it's a really old and small establishment, and they can probably get movies that no one has ever heard of for cheap.
(This is just a theory- for all I know, the owner could be wearing a beret as he scoffs at Spielberg as we speak.)
I love it there.
The building is ancient, and the walls are covered in posters featuring actors and actresses that were mostly dead before I was born. Also, it's a very cheap way to spend an afternoon. Last week we saw Happy Go Lucky. Even though it was a little frustrating at times, it was a GREAT movie. If you live anywhere near a theater where Happy Go Lucky is showing, you HAVE to go see it. Seriously. Not seeing it would be a crime. It's more a character study than anything- the plot is cobweb thin- but somehow getting to spend two hours with "Poppy" makes it worth it. On a side note, I couldn't help thinking that artsy star Sally Hawkins bears a striking resemblance to fellow AUC wife, Gerri Dicarlo... only much paler.
Monday, November 10, 2008
"Life is how it is, not how it was."
So I tell myself to MTFU (WTFU would be more accurate, I guess) and focus on all the nice things about living here, which I will start doing here on my blog. Starting now.
Things I love about New York #1:
Mass TransitI love that New York has such a great mass transit system. Anytime I want to go somewhere I just dig out my Metrocard and hop on a bus, or a train, or whatever. No looking for parking, no avoiding the crazy NYC drivers. I can take a book with me or my MP3 player and just enjoy the ride. This is effectively how I've done all my classwork this semester. I read a few pages on my way to work, then read some more on my way home. When I actually do get home, I can get right to brass tacks. Thanks mass transit!
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Like when the bus you're on has a flat and you get to work almost an hour late.
When you trim the plants that weren't supposed to be trimmed.
When you manage to knock over an entire five gallon bucket full of water which then rapidly floods your boss's office because the floor is slightly slanted in that direction.
When you come home as tired as you could possibly be after 10 hours and your hubby is crazied up because the dishwasher is broken and all the dishes are dirty.
When you give everything you can, but still end up feeling like a lousy employee and wife.
It's one of those days.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
No telling how much time I've wasted at that site, but the above pic is my first ever contribution.
Warning: Icanhascheezeburger.com can lead to serial procrastination and massive time wastification.
Friday, October 31, 2008
This only looks dangerous because it's in fast forward.
I'm actually pretty handy with a knife.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
But God takes care of me when I rely on Him, and after only a little job-hunting I walked into a florist's shop just to look around. There wasn't a help wanted sign and they didn't appear to be understaffed, but I was compelled to ask if they needed any help.
Mind you... I have NO previous experience as a professional florist.
I started working there three days later.
(I LOVE IT and it pays well).
Right place, right time.
Some call it luck.
I call it BLESSED.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
As it turns out, I ended up getting an almost perfect score on the paper, and a high A on the exam as well. Next time I'll probably be a little more chill than I was this time. Only three more exams and research papers left for this semester! Yay!
In other news, while wandering around Manhattan yesterday giving my resume to anyone who would look at it, I found a street populated almost entire by fabric stores. Actually not just fabric stores, but also stores dedicated to nothing but trim and even one dedicated solely to producing some of the prettiest lace you ever saw. I haven't been jazzed about sewing for a while, but looking at all those bolts of fabric was like walking around on a giant paint covered palate. I can't wait till I have a work area set up, so I can go back and whip up some projects for myself.
I haven't been posting much in my etsy shop lately, but I have been shopping around some. I am completely smitten by littleloveblue and her ADORABLE little felt creations. There is a contest going on to win the most precious black felt kitten on Earth. It reminds me so much of my old cat Panda, who was ran over by a car one day in front of my house. Everything about this little fuzzy creation reminds me of Panda, even the withering whiskers that are a little limper looking than most cats. Also the way it's postured looks like it was made to be a model of her. Littleloveblue has such a gift for turning lumps of wool into amazingly cute creatures. If I win the contest we'll go to lunch in the city, my treat!