Wordless Wednesday…

Are these not the most adorable dogs you’ve ever seen???

I’m always up for a challenge…

So, a few weeks ago Salt threw down a challenge.  Here are the rules…first, I am supposed to post 5 pictures that I love and why I love them.  Then I’m supposed to tell you 5 things I like about myself.  I’m always up for a challenge and while it took me a little while to gather the photos (they were on two different computers) I’m finally finished.  Here we go…

This was taken at a koi pond in Battery Park City.  J and I decided to go out for a walk and we got caught in the rain about 15 blocks from J’ apartment.  Normally, I would have freaked because I don’t like to get wet unless I’m in the shower, but this was before J knew how high maintenance I really was so I was trying to not be one of those girls who freaks out when it starts to rain.  We passed a new apartment building that had just opened so we decided to go in and take a tour to try to wait out the rain.  They took us to see a two bedroom apartment which was gorgeous…floor to ceiling windows, bamboo floors, marble bathroom, granite counters, amazing views of the Statue of Liberty and the George Washington Bridge.  The broker casually mentioned that the monthly rent was $6,500 and J was all Mr. Big “I got it” like we could ever afford that rent and, with a straight face, actually said to the woman “That seems reasonable for this neighborhood.”  By time we left I was practically crying from trying to hold in my laughter.  It was still raining when we came out, but we decided to walk back to the…much less expensive…apartment anyway.  I took this shot on the way back and whenever I look at it I remember J trying to be all cool instead of yelling WHAT??? and running away and it makes me laugh.

This was taken in the NYC apartment, not long after we got Sadie.  J had just taught her how to high-five him.  Notice how she’s staring off to the side.  She was looking at the hand with the treat in it as opposed to actually looking at J.  I love it because he spent hours trying to teach her to do that trick and he was so proud of her when she finally learned.  I had just walked in the door when I took this…she had mastered it while I was out and he couldn’t wait to show it to me.  The whole thing was rather adorable.

This is Sofie the day we brought her home.  It’s my very favorite pic of her.  She was just so damn cute.  She had totally tired herself out trying to play with Sadie, who wanted nothing to do with her.  She just threw herself down onto her new bed and a minute later was fast asleep.  She was so tiny that her whole body fit into the little puppy bed.  The bed is still in our bedroom…but now it’s just a pillow.  She’s such a big moose that the rest of her no longer fits.

I’ve posted this pic before but it’s truly a favorite of mine.  There was my sister-in-law, little miss prim and proper, wearing a $12,000 wedding dress and dripping in diamonds, standing in the middle of this gorgeous ball room, following the most elegant wedding I’ve ever seen…drinking Cristal out of the bottle because she couldn’t find a glass.  My parents had given them the bottle and some toasting flutes as a Christmas present and they hadn’t gotten to drink the entire thing, but she didn’t want the rest to go to waste.  So, in true P. Diddy fashion, she downed the last quarter of a bottle.  I love it because it’s so her.  She seems so elegant and sophisticated, but she’s not going to let good booze go to waste…no matter what.  She’s my kind of people!

And lastly, here is my favorite picture of me ever taken.  I am notoriously un-photogenic and this is actually a good picture.  This was taken about 7 years ago in my old, pre-J apartment…notice the lavender walls.  We were going to J’s brother’s engagement party and I was wearing this fabulous dress and these shoes that were just to die for.  I had been on a diet and lost like 50 pounds right before this and I looked pretty good at that party.  J’s mom came up to me at one point and said that J’s cousins kept coming up to her, asking who the girl with J was.  I looked so good that no one recognized me!  I’ve been keeping this photo out to remind myself of how hot I once was and how fabulous that dress was.  It was very Audrey Hepburn and I’m dying to wear it again. 

Now…for five things I like about myself…

  1. My eyes…they are a gold-ish green color and I have a freckle in the right one, which a friend used to always tell meant that I could never be a spy!
  2. I’m a great baker.  I love to bake because I find it relaxing…but also because I love to watch people enjoy something that I’ve made.  I made this Hawaiian Sunset cake for J’s mother’s birthday this weekend and everyone raved about it.  It made me so happy to see that it was gone by the end of the party.  I’m not going to lie…I like hearing the compliments too. 
  3. I have good hair.  It’s fine, but there’s a lot of it so it looks kind of thick and it’s just a little bit wavy.  I just got had a Brazilian Keratin treatment done to it and now it’s smooth and shiny and even on a bad hair day it usually looks ok.  Plus, thanks to my hairdresser Robert, it’s the most awesome shade of blondish caramel. 
  4. I’m good at managing my money.  You’d think that would be a no-brainer since it’s basically what I do for a living, but no, I used to be fantastically bad about my own funds.  However, I’ve completely turned things around…I have no debt and a pretty decent savings account for the first time ever and I can stick to a budget like nobody’s business.
  5.  People tell me I give really good advice…even though I often don’t follow what I suggest to other people!  I guess I fall into the school of do as I say, not as I do.   I guess I’m a pretty good listener too.

Wow…that shouldn’t have been difficult, but it was.  Know what I don’t like…talking about myself. 

So there you have it…more things you know about me.  Hope you enjoyed it.

Random Musings Friday…

Another week gone.  I feel like time is just flying.  I mean…it was just Christmas and now it’s June!  How did that happen?  Maybe it’s because I’m getting old.  I remember being a kid and it felt like summer took forever to arrive and then lasted forever.  Anyone else feel like time is zooming by them?

Anyway…on to this week’s random musings…

  • One night this week, I was walking through the subway and two people were fighting.  They were yelling and cursing and insulting each other’s mothers…it was a doozy.  And I was totally fascinated.  I didn’t stop to watch because that would have been rude and potentially dangerous.  So I continued on my way and got on the escalator…then I turned around and watched them scream at each other until I got to the top.  I find that I do things like this whenever I see a fight or argument break out in public.  Does this make me a freak?  I think, no, considering there were so many people standing around, watching.  What is it about watching people make a scene in public that is so damn interesting?  If you see something like that, do you stop to watch?
  • Right now J and I are having a war of our own.  It’s a silent war filled with sneaky, covert operations and strategic planning.  The object of the war…the blender.  See, my kitchen is small (I wish I’d thought to take pictures…) and I have very limited storage space.  I have no options for my small appliances but to leave them on the counter, but I have limited counter space too.  And I hate having a cluttered kitchen.  Normally, the blender lives in the corner, next to the toaster and out of the way.  However, J has been making smoothies a lot lately and wants the blender more accessible.  I moved some things around to make room for it on the other side of the kitchen and placed it on the opposite counter, in front of a window.  J has decided that “blenders do not belong in front of the window” and moved it to squeeze it in between a jar of dog treats and the standing mixer.  There is no room for it there and now everything is crammed together and there is a big open space.  This drove me up the wall.  So I moved it back to the window.  When I came back into the kitchen later, it was moved again.   I finally yelled that it’s my blender and he’s not allowed to touch it.  He ignored me and moved it again after I went to sleep.  This will continue for weeks I’m sure.  Wait until he finds out that I also ordered a new coffee table without telling him.  Ah, the things you have to do to amuse yourself after ten years together.
  • I guess I was in a bit of a nesting mode this week and while I was home on Wednesday, playing hooky from work, I made a little trip to Bed Bath and Beyond.  While I was there I decided to buy new runners for the entry and hallway downstairs.  I chose the softest ones I could find because the dogs like to lay on the rugs while we are at work.  Well…J went one step further.  He dragged both runners together and covered them with a blanket to make a larger, even softer area for the girls to lay.  Apparently, this was not good enough for Sadie…who is a princess.  J was watching her on the petcam and he called to tell me that she had balled the blanket up and made it into a pillow and then proceeded to sprawl out on the rugs with her hed on the blanket.  Do you think my dogs might be a little too pampered?  I blame J…he’s ridiculous with them.  I am totally sane and never, ever sit on the floor so they can lay on the couch…especially not last night…
  • There is a woman on the bus who has the best shoe collection I’ve ever seen and she’s always wearing 4 inch stilettos.  To commute.  I wear sneakers or Crocs or flip flops…never heels.  Ever.  She and I get off at the same stop and we both go to the same deli every morning for breakfast.  I swear, she beats me there every freaking day.  Today…she was walking out by the time I was walking in.  How does she do it?  I’m wearing flats, people!  She’s in stilettos! 
  • Speaking of people on the bus…there is this guy at my bus stop most days.  He’s pretty quiet, but I’ve always gotten a really strange vibe from him.  After a few months of seeing each other every morning, he started saying hi to me.  So I would say hi back and smile.  Then one day, he got off the bus at my stop, which I found out is 20 blocks earlier than his stop, and he walked with me all the way to my office.  I was a little creeped out, but whatever…he seemed harmless.  I mentioned J a lot during that walk and he never did it again.  Well, his behavior is getting stranger.  He insists on being the first one to get on the bus and will push people out of the way to be first.  It’s not a crowded bus and there are plenty of seats, so I don’t get it.  Sometimes, he’ll get on and stamp his feet all the way to his seat and swing his bag around really close to people’s heads.  He’s also taken to staring at people and lifting his sunglasses every few minutes so you know he’s staring at you.  This morning, he stood in his usual spot, waiting for the bus to stop.  As soon as she opened the doors, he turned away really fast and sort of violently and stepped aside.  Then he glared at the driver until she pulled away.  He didn’t have a problem with her yesterday, but he seems to today.  Strange, right?

Wow…that was a long post for me on a Friday.  If you made it this far…thanks…for listening to all my random crap.  Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend.  I’ll see you back here next week with my five favorite pictures, the results from my Brazilian hair straightening treatment and the trials and tribulations of finishing the install of our central air!  I’m sure you can’t wait…

Snow day…

Wednesday turned out ok.  I worked in the morning, but I left at noon and made it home before the really heavy snow started.  In fact, when I left my office the snow had temporarily stopped.  The bus ride home was…interesting.  The driver apparently didn’t notice it was snowing, so he proceeded to drive 60 miles an hour on the New York State Thruway.  I tried to calmly read my book, but once we started making stops I could no longer ignore the terror I was feeling.  We skidded and slid into and out of every bus stop on the route.  When we finally got to my stop, I was out the door before it was even fully open.

It’s a really short walk from the bus stop to my house.  Unfortunately, it’s all uphill.  It’s not a steep hill…just a small incline really.  In good, non-snowy weather, walking up this hill is no problem.  In icy, slushy snow…well that’s a different story.  Especially if you are me and you lack any kind of coordination or balance.  I slipped and fell so many times that I was practically crawling by the time I reached my house.  I was also really exhausted. 

J had the girlies out in the yard and I stayed out there and played with them for a while.  Then we went inside, ate lunch and passed out on the couch for a nap.  Later on we watched movies and then poor J had to go out and shovel .

Overall, it was a good snowday…completely disaster free and somewhat relaxing.

This was Sofie's first real snowstorm. She's a big fan.

Sadie refused to come in when we called her. We had to bribe her with cookies.

I passed this guy on my way to work. He's just hanging out in Central Park.

I thought getting to work yesterday was going to be somewhat treacherous, but it was really fine.  They did a really good job of cleaning everything up quickly. 

Well, back to work.  The price I’m paying for the 1/2 a snow day is that I’m super busy and totally behind. 

Have a great day!

My little baby is one today…

My dogs are totally awesome.  I think I might have mentioned that before…I tend to mention is a lot.  Because they are awesome.  They are cute and funny and smart and crazy.  They make me laugh and give me kisses and snuggle with me and try to steal my food.  J and I often say that they are the best decisions we ever made.

We got Sadie first, before we lived together and when J stilled lived in the city.  Things were fine then because J could go home at lunch and hang with her and his commute was really short, so he was home early every night.  She wasn’t really alone that much.

Then we moved to the ‘burbs and things changed.  No more lunches at home, long commutes and other obligations kept us out of the house for more hours every day.  Sadie was lonely and sometime a little destructive.  So J decided he wanted another dog.  I was totally against the idea, as I felt that one dog was enough.  But then one day he tricked me.

He dragged me NJ one day under false pretenses and when we got there I discovered it was an adoption event.  That’s where we found Sofie.  I tried really hard to resist, but how can you possibly resist a face like this?

I couldn’t and we ended up taking her home that day.

Her first meeting with Sadie could have gone better.  Sadie was not excited to have a sister.  She had no idea what Sofie was…other than a little brat with whom she was going to have to share her mommy and daddy’s attention…and her bed.  It was not good. 

What is this thing, Daddy?

And WHY is it on MY bed???

Luckily the girlies finally started to get along.  Sadie loves her sister and now they are best friends.

Sofie is the one with the white patch.

Sadie shares a special bond with her Daddy because she lived with him first.  But Sofie is all about Mommy.  She’s been my little baby since the day she came home.  And today my little baby turns one!  I can’t believe she’s not my little girl any more. 

She has a thousand nicknames: Sofielicious, Sofie Little, Moose, Moose-alini, Bubba, Mama, Diddle…basically, whatever J can come up with.  She loves her toys and often puts three in her mouth at once.  When she climbs into bed between us at night she snuggles up to me as close as she can possibly get.  She’s afraid of toys with squeakers.  She dreams all the time and often wags her tail when she’s sound asleep.  She gets so excited to eat dinner that she hops into the room like a bunny.  She gets so excited when people come over that she pees a little…which is funny and gross all at the same time.  She thinks she’s a lap dog but she weighs 60 pounds.

I adore my girlies.  They are definitely the best decisions I ever made!

Happy Birthday Sofie!