April 9, 2008
Another Mercy Post
I’ve been slacking on the blog. Again. I am a failure as a blogger. I went from posting daily to posting only when I’m feeling guilty about not posting.
In my defense, I’m still trying to catch up on laundry and housework. After four days away, I feel like life is in disarray. It kind of is.
But the good news: I’m blogging from the couch (my favorite place to blog), Dawson is WIDE AWAKE (and making me suffer through another episode of Diego) and we just upgraded our high speed internet (and wireless) to SUPER MEGA faster-than-the-speed-of-light service. It’s the shit. Just 48 hours ago, I could only blog on this laptop if I had the patience of a saint. It would get stuck and the pages wouldn’t load properly. Today? It is bliss. Really groovy, just sayin’.
Oh…look at that, Dawson finally fell asleep. I swear that child is torturing me. His sleep schedule is still screwed up. When I was in New York, he spent most of his time at my parents’ house. The place where there are no rules for really adorable 3-year-olds. The kid went to bed whenever he wished.
When I finally got home and tried to put him to bed, it was like a reenactment of the Civil War. Canon balls exploded. Or rather, a very demanding, screeching child exclaimed, “But I DON’T WANNA GO TO BED! Poppa NO make DAWSON GO TO BED!!” Grandparents. They mean well, but now I’ve got to undo the spoiled rotten damage that has been done.
I just realized I’m still blogging and Diego is still on the damn T.V. I’m too lazy to find the remote to shut it off.
I don’t know if I’ve blogged this before — I searched my archives but found nothing — but I’m a fan of James Patterson novels. Most especially the Women’s Murder Club books. A million years ago my friend Dish lent me the first two in the series and I absolutely loved them. This is how I got hooked on the show on ABC, too.
So, anyway, I bought books 3, 4 & 5 just before I left for my trip. I finished reading 3rd Degree and 4th of July in two days. I couldn’t put the darn books down. I’m sad because I’ll most likely finish the 5th Horsemen in a day and I don’t have the sixth and seventh in the series yet. My husband is impressed. Not about the fast reading, but about all the “time” I have on my hands. I really don’t have time. I just don’t sleep. There’s a difference.
Okay. Enough 11:30 rambling. You all, you normal people, are probably in bed right now. Sleeping soundly. Sweet dreams!
April 7, 2008
Upon Arriving Home
I returned home from NYC on Saturday night, and I was too exhausted to post. I spent Sunday catching up with the family, unpacking, doing laundry and cursing TSA.
It seems their x-ray machine thought my souvenir snow globe was a “dangerous” or “forbidden” item and they decided they needed to cut the lock on my checked luggage to inspect these things. I totally get that since 9/11 security is tighter and measures are much more strict than the past. I understand why we have to take our shoes off to make sure we’re not hiding razor blades, knives or sharp pointed scissors. It’s inconvenient, yes, but I get it.
What I’m not to happy about is the fact that after inspecting my luggage, these assholes didn’t zip my suitcase all the way and several items were sticking out. Any Joe Schmoe could have gone through my shit, and taken or damaged things.
The lovely note from TSA saying they are not responsible for lost, stolen or damaged items really chapped my ass. Basically, they can do whatever they want in the name of airport security. I’m angry but I don’t really know at whom. The terrorists? Our fucked up government? Myself, for having the nerve to buy souvenirs and store them in my checked luggage that any asshole could rummage through? I had a wonderful trip, so I’m trying not to let this one incident ruin it.
(Trip recap posted here.)
From NYC to Jersey: A Photo Tour
Thursday morning I woke to the sounds of police sirens. For a split second I thought I was at home, sleeping peacefully in my own bed (the occasional police car races down the busy road behind my house, so I wasn’t startled by the noise). When I opened my eyes and saw the brick building outside my hotel room window, I quickly remembered I wasn’t in Wisconsin and I never sleep peacefully.
The alarm clock in my room was set for 7:15 a.m., but again my internal alarm went off twenty minutes ahead of my electronic wake-up call. I was groggy and then I realized that technically my body thought it was 5:55 a.m. What was I doing awake so early? I slept well for the most part. The bed wasn’t very comfortable, but I was so tired from the night before, I could have slept in the bathtub and never noticed.
I started the morning lazily. I was hungry, but I didn’t know where I wanted to eat for breakfast. I had a list of “must-see” attractions I wanted to get to, so I prioritized my itinerary, and eating an omelet didn’t make the cut.
After getting ready, I ventured toward the subway station. If I could use it successfully the night before, I would have no trouble the second time around. I had my map and studied it carefully before I left.
Then I took the wrong train. I wanted to go to Union Square and I knew I had to take the 2 train to Times Square, then get on the N train to 14th street. Somehow, I got on the W, freaked out, got off at Herald Square and waited for the N Express. I’m so glad I memorized the directions and carried that subway map with me.
After exiting the subway and visiting Union Square for a moment, I walked seven blocks south on University Place to Washington Square Park. Greenwich Village was bustling with people, mostly college students from NYU, which I passed along the way.
I fell in love with the townhouses on Washington Square North and Washington Mews. Again my mind wandered to eras past. I tried to imagine what life was like in New York circa the 1800s.
Beautiful Townhouses.
After daydreaming, I grabbed a Village Voice and a copy of The Onion and parked my behind on a bench. It was peaceful, well…except for the jackhammer loudly pounding nearby. Unfortunately construction was taking place in front of the Washington Arch. I still took some great photos, but the chain link fence as a back drop irritated me.
I loved watching the parents, nannies, au pairs and children playing in the gated playground. As they passed me they spoke in many tongues. French, German, Spanish, Armenian, Chinese. Never before had I heard so many foreign languages spoken in less than ten minutes.
Next I ventured up 5th Avenue. My goal was to see my beloved Flatiron. From the moment I saw that building in a photo so many years ago, I fell in love with it. I can’t explain why. The triangle shape amuses me I suppose. When I finally got there, I didn’t even know I was there until I saw Madison Square Park and realized I walked under the scaffolding adjacent to the Flatiron. It looks like crews were doing some work on the exterior.
The building is amazing. I was so drawn to the lines and the windows and the beautiful architecture. I took way too many photos from different angles. I was just so darn excited.
The Flatiron Building, my favorite architectural wonder.
Next, I stopped at a little souvenir shop and bought a beautiful snow globe of a New York City scene. When I wound it up it played “New York, New York” and the little taxi, fire truck, police car and horse drawn carriage inside moved around the Twin Towers, Flatiron building, Statue of Liberty, and Chrysler building inside. I also bought some post cards and three framed, black and white prints the store owner was selling. One was a photo of the Flatiron, another of Lower Manhattan and the last one of the Bow Bridge in Central Park, overlooking the Dakota. They are such beautiful photos.
I left the store and continued walking down 5th Ave, which is where I met Kenny Mayne. Then I went to the Empire State Building. It was a beautiful, sunny day and the line wasn’t long at all. Once at the 86th floor, I was amazed at the gorgeous view. I could see for 15 miles. The crazy pigeons made me a little nervous. I feared bird poop on my head. They are not shy, those birds. They get right up to you, hoping for food I suppose.
Empire State Building, from 5th Avenue.
Crazy Pigeon.
View of Lower Manhattan from Empire State Building Observation Deck.
After my observation from the sky, I walked up 5th to Times Square, passing the New York Public Library (with it’s Lion statues at guard) and Bryant Park along the way. I was so tired from walking and my stomach was rumbling. I remembered there was a T.G.I. Friday’s on the Square and I was so excited because they had wait staff. I could sit down, enjoy a drink and eat something — which is exactly what I did.
After lunch I took a taxi back to the hotel and got ready for my Circle Line boat cruise at 4 p.m. I dressed as warmly as I could and took a cap to the 82nd Pier at 42nd Street. The cruise was wonderful. Again, I took a million photos of everything I could.
Our tour guide was wonderful. He gave us several history lessons about New York in the old days and showed us so many great attractions from the boat. I loved the Brooklyn Bridge.
So strong, yet graceful in appearance.
I saw the World Trade Center. It was so lonesome without the towers. I started to cry just a little.
Something Definitely Missing
The Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island and the Brooklyn, Manhattan and Queensboro bridges were breathtaking.
Statue of Liberty
By the end of the cruise I was so tired and chilled to the bone. I walked to W. 52nd street and then gave in to a taxi. It was a wonderful day. I think I lost 10 pounds too, because my pants were falling off my butt after that night.
Once at the hotel, I ordered dinner from the Columbus Gourmet because they were just around the corner and were happy to deliver to me. I fell asleep at ten o’clock, that’s how tired my body was — but it was definitely the best day in the city.
Biggest Burger and Best Cheese Cake Ever.
Friday, after checking out of the hotel, I took the subway to Penn Station (getting my luggage on the train was a challenge, but I made it. I bought a ticket from the NJ Transit desk and headed to Jersey to see Liz from This Full House and meet her family.
It was only an hour long train ride, but I was so happy to get off at my stop and see a friendly face. Some of the people on the train were mighty strange, and I hated when the train stopped on a bridge with water beneath the tracks. It scared me senseless.
Liz and her four sweet, adorable children took me to the boardwalk. I’ve never in my life been to the ocean, so this event was absolutely amazing. The sound. The smell. The breeze. The sand. It was so beautiful and serene, even with the waves crashing to the shore. I truly felt at peace.
Liz and Me. And lots of waves.
After the boardwalk, Liz showed me all around New Jersey. The houses are big and bold and very gorgeous. Especially Bon Jovi’s house on the river.
Seriously. My entire town could live in that house.
After my wonderful Jersey tour, I got to meet Liz’s husband Garth (not his real name) who greeted me as if he’d known me for years.
We ordered Chinese, and Liz and Garth thought I’d been smoking weed when I asked if the restaurant had crab rangoon on it’s menu. Good Grover, the looks on their faces. You’d have thought I’d asked for ketchup on steak. Apparently New Jersey peeps have never heard of crab rangoon. And then to try to explain it! We were all laughing our asses off.
After that, the kids crashed from all the excitement I think. Garth (not his real name) hit the hay early because the poor man had to work on Saturday, so Liz and I made screw drivers and chatted until midnight. It was the best time. And her adorable dog Rudy slept at my feet, just like my Murphy.
Saturday morning, Liz was kind enough to take me to the airport. We drove through Staten Island, Brooklyn and Queens — and got lost a few times — but thank goodness Garth (not his real name) was able to talk us in the right direction from the cell phone.
I was sad to leave but I had the most wonderful time. I was ready to go home, but when I got to Wisconsin I couldn’t wait to plan my next trip. You know, after I kissed the ground at the airport (turbulence all the way home, not good for my nerves).
“Dear Lord, please let this plane land safely…”
April 4, 2008
Can’t Move, Body Aches, NYC is Like a Personal Trainer
My calves, my feet, even my ankles are sore. Yesterday I walked 41 NYC blocks (actually more, but I stopped counting after that) just touring the city and seeing the “must-see” attractions on my list. It’s no wonder New Yorkers are thin and fit. They walk everywhere if they can.
Took the Subway again yesterday, just to spite my mother. And guess who didn’t get kidnapped? I felt like I lived here for years. Although I did get on the wrong train somehow. I quickly figured out I had to hop off at the next station to get on the correct one. I’m glad I memorized my subway map and all the trains that go to various stops (seriously, I started learning it in December and even had Doug quiz me on it, just to be sure I got it) so that I never got lost.
I met Kenny Mayne on 5th Avenue yesterday afternoon. That was just the highlight of my day, next to seeing the Flatiron building of course. He is just as funny IRL as he is on TV. Of course, it’s not everyday that I see celebrities, so the first words out of my mouth were, “You’re hilarious on Dancing with the Stars!” He didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, I’ll be doing that again on April 29th. Stay tuned. By the way, I had a book reading at Barnes & Noble and no one showed up. Where were you?”
Kenny Mayne chats with the Fed Ex guy.
I couldn’t stop laughing, then I realized a guy with headphones on, and some sort of (very large) video camera, was filming this exchange. Kenny handed me a little photo card with his “book” title on it and I quickly got on my way. I have no idea what they were taping but I’ll die if I see myself on national television. Ugh.
I’m getting ready to check out of the hotel in a couple hours, then I’m off to visit with Liz from This Full House. I’m so excited. I haven’t seen her since BlogHerCon last July.
It’s going to be a wonderful Friday! I promise to blog more soon, once I’ve got more time.
April 3, 2008
Take A Walk Around Times Square
Take a walk around Times Square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the TV.
So, before I left on this grand adventure, I was e-mailing with Liz from Mom-101 and told her how my worry wart of a mother was freaking out about me coming to New York City.
My mom was so convinced that NYC is very dangerous and that I would get mugged. Or raped. Or murdered. OR KIDNAPPED. I remember how afraid I was to go anywhere on my bike as a kid. My mother would shriek, “Don’t go alone! You might get kidnapped!” As I was leaving for the airport she yelled, “Don’t use the subway! You might get kidnapped!”
Liz was very reassuring, saying that it was like daylight at night down there in the subway tunnels and that if she hadn’t been kidnapped in a lifetime of living in NYC, then I was probably fine.
Well, I did it, folks. Last night I used the subway from W. 72nd Street and I managed to get to Times Square in one piece. I’m so proud of myself. I didn’t even freak out. Okay. Maybe a little.
I walked less than a block from my hotel to the 72nd St. pavilion and bought a single ride ticket. I got on a train car that had plenty of other women on it, so I knew it must be somewhat safe. It was crammed in this little car, I had to stand by the doors and held onto the railing as tight as possible, and I didn’t make eye contact with anyone. But then I thought that might looks suspicious, they might know I was from out of town, so I started making eye contact with everyone — which probably only made me look creepy. Or maybe it was the smiling.
I have to tell you, I’m a smiler. I smile at everyone. I don’t know if it’s my Midwestern, friendly neighbor upbringing or the fact that I just like to be polite, but I smile at strangers all the time. I can’t help it. Sometimes I don’t even know I’m doing it! And New Yorkers? They don’t smile back. They just look at you as if to say, “What the fuck are you so damn happy about?”
So as I’m standing on the subway, smiling and making eye contact, the other passengers are probably wondering what the hell is wrong with me. So then I got a scowl on my face. That ought to make me a pseudo-New Yorker right?
Anyway, I got off at 42nd Street and 7th Avenue, right in the heart of Times Square. The lights. The sights. So much action. So. many. people. It was amazing. Surprisingly, I felt totally safe. (I didn’t even need to carry a pistol.) This may be because of the many police officers on every corner, too.
I got to the Paramount hotel and met up with Liz, Laura, Maria and Mir, and met some really awesome bloggers from Roosevelt Island who highly recommend I take the tram and tour the neighborhood. I just might do that.
After a few hours of socializing I was feeling pretty tired. I took a cab back to my hotel and checked e-mails, posted at BlogHer, and finally went to bed.
Can you believe it? I took the freakin’ subway!
Times Square
I wonder, does he get paid to stand there in all that make-up? I’d hate to get that all over my clothes!
