Archive for August, 2011

Hurrmagedon

Posted in New York with tags , on August 28, 2011 by Running Around America

I hate this hurricane. My coffee shop isn’t open and it isn’t that rainy. BIG SAD FACE.

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Cute little station

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on August 25, 2011 by Running Around America

What a lovely little station. I won’t mind commuting out of it everyday. And going to the markets there. And the fancy bar.

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THE MOST AWESOME THING EVER* *emphasis added.

Posted in Health, New York with tags , , , , , on August 21, 2011 by Running Around America

Guess what?!?!

I GOT MY VERY FIRST COCKROACH!

His name is(was) Paul.

And he is not a normal cockroach.  You see, I believe he is of the American Cockroach variety.  And yes, I was up all night Googleing cockroaches so I now know the difference between and American and German cockroach.  It’s not just their accents.  HAHAHA.

Anyway – American Cockroaches are sometimes referred to as water bugs, and if you google PALMETTO WATER BUG it’ll be awesome.  Or just click on the link, you’ll thank me later!

This type of cockroach is the LARGEST, UGLIEST, AND LAMEST cockroach in all the land.  Imagine me, finally finished cleaning the house and sorting all the bits and pieces out, ready to relax on a Saturday night.  I go into the kitchen, and I see something run away.  But that something is rather large.

And I’m all:Awesome.

Smalldog now notices and he’s all:AWESOME I LOVE THIS GAME!  LET ME FIND PAUL THE COCKROACH!  I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’LL DO TO HIM BUT IT’LL BE AWESOME ANYWAY.

So Paul is trying to escape the evil team of me and smalldog, and I’m not about to squish something that size, especially SOMETHING THAT FLIES, THAT IS THAT SIZE, so I do what women in my family have been doing for years.  Grab the nearest spray of whatever.

I sprayed that sucker down with cleaning spray.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PAUL WHO IS LAUGHING NOW.

I honestly can not believe that I 1)didn’t scream; 2)didn’t run away 3)didn’t scream.

But alas, now I have a giant dead cockroach on my kitchen floor and I am too scared to put it in the trash.  Paul is like a silent house guest that isn’t going anywhere.  And may or may not be stuck to the floor with cleaning spray.  Hmm.

Luckily, whenI tried to hunt to see if he had any friends,sad face, it appears he did not.  LOSER PAUL. I’m going to buy traps anyway.  The sucker was running from smalldog’s bowl of food, so I’ll have to make sure smalldog actually eats his food going forward.  Also, I leave the door open to the deck allllll day.  Perhaps I shouldn’t.  It’s one thing dealing with mosquitos, quite another when Paul saunters in.

Another epic day in the life of me.

The floor, wall and shoes aren’t that dirty.  I modified the picture for clarity.  It makes things look dirty.  I promise.

I HATE HOME IMPROVEMENT

Posted in New York with tags , on August 19, 2011 by Running Around America

AND WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT IF YOU WANT TO WALLPAPER A CEILING, YOU NEED TWO PEOPLE MINIMUM???

 

AND A LADDER BECAUSE YOU ARE SUPER SHORT?

 

Well.  I will conquer this stupid home improvement thing ALL BY MYSELF.  WITH A LADDER.  WHEN I GET ONE.

 

How much do they cost?

Ugh week, and where I live

Posted in New York with tags , , , , , , , , on August 18, 2011 by Running Around America

This week has been pretty crap.  I realize that it’s only Wednesday, but already it’s crap.  Trust me.

Anyway, instead of whingeing on about crapness, I thought I’d sit outside on the “patio” we have for dinner.  This is a teeny bit of the crap.  Our apartment, in a brilliant location and great rent, just isn’t as awesome as we wanted.  Unfortunately, we had THE BEST APARTMENT IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE before we moved to NYC.  And if I could emphasize more than capital letters I WOULD.  IT WAS THAT AWESOME.

It has ruined us in terms of apartments.

We’re in such a perfect spot, and we got a good deal, and they were building us a roof deck!  But.  The roof deck wasn’t ready when we moved in.  And the state of the place was just kinda crap.  Like some walls patched up in white, despite the wall color being beige.  Or tiles cracked in the bathroom.  Or stuff falling apart.  ETC.

The deck was our saving grace.  For two weeks after we moved in, I watched the workers, getting all the more confused about what was going on.  To me “deck” means WOOD FLOORING.  A WOOD FLOOR DECK.

But that is not the case here. We have no wood on our deck.  Or flooring of any kind.

The majority of work done was stuccoing the wall they made.  And the color, while at one time it was repulsive, I like it now.  But I’m not sure it’s worth the extra $200 a month in our rent.  So we’ve been moping around the place sad about the stupid deck.  But then, despite the crappy week, we (I) decided just to get over it.  It’s still a huge (for NYC standards) outdoor space, with trees around it.  Yeah, there is scaffolding left up, and the yard is a mess, but if you don’t look over the short wall, you’d never know!  And at night, it’s awesome.

I bought a large outdoor rug, because all we had on the floor was roofing material, and sat outside and had a nice evening.  It was then, that I heard:

I know you can’t see anything, it was dark out.  But my next-door neighbor is an amazing guitarist.  And he was having a party, so he invited an awesome flautist.  And I got to hang out and get a free concert!!  Wahoo!  One reason why I don’t hate our place!

And here are some others.

If you want to find me between the hours of seven and eight in the morning (I don’t recommend you try and find me then, though)  I’m at Sit and Wonder.  It is the best coffee shop in the world.  Smalldog gets tied up whilst I sip a cold brewed coffee in peace.  It’s awesome.

I am also pretty enamoured of Eton, a small dumping house that has bubble tea.  Weather Up, a secret, hidden bar, is also brilliant.  The bartenders there are great, it’s small, and craft cocktail oriented.  It has cute tiles.  Milk Bar seems great, but I haven’t gotten there yet.  Ample Hills Creamery has people obsessed, with lines pretty much every night.  The ice cream is spectacular.

Washington Commons is a great bar, steps from our apartment, AND SMALLDOG CAN COME TOO!  Bonus points there.  And happy hour until eight!

All of these place I frequent and they are less than five minutes from our apartment.  And there are lots more places in the area I haven’t gotten to try.  So that’s great.  I just need my inner craftsperson to leap out and transform the place!  I’m getting there.  I have three things of paint, a drill, tape, a ruler, and I AM GOING TO MAKE THIS PLACE AWESOME.

Or just go to one of the many bars and restaurants.  We’ll see.

SADDEST THING IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD

Posted in New York with tags , , , , , on August 10, 2011 by Running Around America

This morning, at the tender hour of six-thirty, a dog started barking outside our window.  Not a normal bark, but a OH MY GOD I AM SO SAD I MIGHT DIE kind of bark.  Which is terribly annoying at anytime of the day, six-thirty AM included.

 

This went on for maybe forty minutes, and then I began to suspect something was amiss.

 

I dashed outside, to find a little pitbull puppy chained to a pole outside, on the opposite side of the street, in front of a construction lot.  The poor thing was beside itself, and it was pretty clear that it had been abandoned.

CUE TEARS FROM ME.

I tried to calm it down (also trying to save the morning for everyone else in bed woken up by Mr. Puppy’s barks) and sat with it.  It was so cute and smushy.  It was fixed, and it knew how to sit, so it wasn’t a crazy dog.  It was just really sad and it wanted its owner back.

Our next-door neighbor came out and got it some food, and we pondered what was going on.  A few more people came by and we took turns with it.  The consensus was that the no-kill shelter would be called.  AND IT BROKE MY HEART.  I begged husband to let me keep it, I even brought up that it was TRAINED TO SIT!  WAS FRIENDLY!  VERY CUTE!  And he said no.  No amount of sad eyes could change his decision.

Who does this sort of thing?  IT IS SO EVIL. Poor little puppy was just so sad.  So very sad.  And so am I:(

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s hoping this little guy gets adopted soon, which might happen, because he’s a cute puppy.  And here’s hoping whoever dumped him loses a finger.

Moving adventure extrodinaire

Posted in Moving! with tags , , , , , , , , on August 3, 2011 by Running Around America

Our moving adventure got off to the best possible start. We(meaning the husband) lost the key to our pod container, the pod container we had only four hours with. The movers we scheduled couldn’t come until between four-thirty and five-thirty, so having a locked pod at three was pretty lame.

Fun fact: apparently you need a license for bolt cutters! So you can’t all just go BREAKING INTO PEOPLES POD CONTAINERS. EVEN IF THEY REALLY WANTED YOU TO.

The guy who delivered our pod was the nicest guy ever, he also thought we were nuts for losing the key, but he really tried to help. The helpful guy at the hardware store meant well, but he had us convinced that all we needed was a big screwdriver to act as a shimmy. IF IT WERE THAT EASY, WHAT WOULD EVEN BE THE POINT OF PADLOCKS?

A call to a locksmith, way too much money and an hour later, we were united with our stuff!

Now that we finally have a home, I can concentrate on drinking ice coffee outside at my local awesome coffee shop, and sweating at night because it is so hot out! Score!

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