GIANTS WEEKEND

Here are some pictures from this weekend when Daddy and Meg visited. I'd given Daddy Giants tickets for his birthday, and the weekend of the game was finally here!






Here we are next to Madison Square Garden.









And at the game. In case you were wondering, the guy on the right works for Bear Stearns, wants to buy his mother a house when he gets rich, has a keg waiting at home ON ICE, and thinks that Manning should just THROW THE BALL IT'S HIS JOB!

Yeah, we weren't wondering either.













We're happy because we're winning. Go Blue!















And they won!













I have a few more pictures, will post them as soon as I get a chance.

Day in Brooklyn

I've been spending more time in Brooklyn lately, which may not seem like a big deal to some of you, but I have at one point gone over 4 months without ever leaving Manhattan. Brooklyn is far. However, I may be moving there soon and have been enjoying scoping out the neighborhoods. Some photos I took...






To start off, I enjoy old cars.





This is in Williamsburg, I can't remember what street, but I am going with Lorimer off the top of my head. There's so much interesting graffiti scattered around, but I haven't quite gotten the hang of not feeling like an idiot when taking pictures, so I just grabbed this one while no one was looking.



Gotta love Bedford Avenue - was walking on Bedford and North 7th, right near the L stop, which is what you think of when you think of what Williamsburg has become in the past 10 years. And I saw this, next to a stump.

There's a lot of new construction going on in Willimasburg, which is quite controversial in some circles. Here's a look at one of the new buildings going up. Kind of out of place, yes?

This was taken in Washington Square Park a few weeks ago - it's interesting to compare the Brooklyn sights with Manhattan sights. Or interesting to me, at least.

I walked through a park (can't remember the name, must look it up later) and was pleasantly surprised to find a farmers market taking place. Not only that, Richie Stearns was playing - 200 miles from home, and Ithaca still follows me. It was awesome. I sampled some organic apple juice and listened to the music while pondering why there was a stuffed Muppet sitting at the organic milk stand.

The park.










And that concludes my tour of Brooklyn. For now.

maladroit: awkward; unskillful; inept.

I'll admit it. After a particularly horrendous day at work, I am now sitting in my underwear, drinking champagne from a sippy cup, and watching the taped Yankees game from last night. Even though I know it ends badly. My version of a tearjerker.

Go ahead- judge me. I would join you, but I'm too busy being glad this day is over.

edit: the Yankees game was too painful. Now I'm watching children's jeopardy and feeling awfully superior because I'm getting all the answers right. Hahaha, dumb little kids - I may be 15 years older, but I know what a decathalon is! Make sure to go to college.

meme from mummy

1. An interesting animal I had
2. An interesting animal I ate
3. An interesting animal in the Museum
4. An interesting thing I did with or to an animal
5. An interesting animal in its natural habitat

No time to answer now, but will come back to it!

Ahem.

Since I am 99% sure that everyone I know is tired of listening to me bitch about the following, I am generously sharing with the internets.

And yes, I am also 99% sure that the only people who read this are the very ones I've already complained to, but on the OFF CHANCE that my whining is reaching new ears...

(sidenote: this makes no sense. I'm blogging about something even I'm tired of hearing about just so I can possibly make random strangers miserable? Hah! Yet note how I am going right ahead with it...)

HIVES!

ITCHY!

and MESS!

and did I mention HIVES!? and MESS?! and oh yes - ITCHY?!

I have hives. My apartment (my part of it, at least) is a disaster zone - I mean, the Department of Health would probably have severe issues with it. Or not that bad, really, but it's a mess. All of my lightbulbs are out, the shower curtain is coming out of the wall, my bathmats are MIA (if anyone out there knows where the fuck they went, please pipe up now) and enough clothing to supply a small boutique (a shabby out of fashion boutique, but a boutique nonetheless) is all over my floor. Combine that with every single piece of paper, mail, or random artifact that's come across my life in the past three years and hell- it's a party!

IF by party, you mean giant albatross around my neck for the past two months. And if that's your idea of party, please stop by this evening, we will be celebrating in style. Shabby, paper covered, clothing strewed style.

What's that you say? Hives are sometimes stress related? How interesting.