Documentation of the day.

1. I saw this online today and I’m wondering if this is a better option for me than trying to get personal wireless installed whereever i live in South America. definitely more mobile and less red tape. and since it supports my belief in universal wireless, I’m a fan. Have I mentioned lately how excited I am to be heading south soon?

2. I am starting to think the pigeons have a personal vendetta against me. The first time one pooped on the doorhandle of my car could be coincidence but a second time two days later? I think they must have heard me when I said they were the “rats of the sky.”

3. and a little something more for you…How does that child not fall over from the sheer weight of that head, those ears and hair, bib, and everything else on top?

Becky’s been kind of cooped up in the house so I  demanded! generously offered to babysit. I will take any opportunity to get that child to myself.

The really think I’ve developed an addiction to her. I have to keep reminding myself that everyone else isn’t taking the same crazy pills as me and that they aren’t utterly convinced that she is the most perfect baby in the world. (It’s totally true and I’ll defend it to the end!) They don’t want to hear about how she learned how to suck on her fingers and not her whole hand now, isn’t she aMAZING?!!!!

BUT I DON’T CARE. My baby is perfect. I’m going to talk about her. And I’m going to post about her. So. Expect hordes and hordes of baby photos very soon.

I joined the gym about a week ago. There’s a tiny little gym about a block from my house that costs way too much. In order to justify the ridiculous cost of a NYC gym, I swore I would go. For whatever reason, I’ve been going with a dedication matched only by the religious fervor of my youth. I’ve been 9 out of the last 10 days and instead of dreading it like normal, i’m loving it. My blood sugar is more stable than it has been in months. I have more energy. I’m on a more normal sleep schedule. And I feel hot. Really hot. I’m hoping this isn’t just the honeymoon stage and that I can keep it going.

Sometimes when I’m on the treadmill or the elliptical machine, I pretend that that smiley trainer guy from The Biggest Loser is cheering me on. (I only watch that show because Becky makes me, I SWEAR.) I hear him in my head, hollaring at me. “30 more SECONDS, KL! FINISH STRONG!” And of course, I’m totally the biggest loser and all the other overweight contestants are in awe of my focus and passion.

So on the three block walk to the coffee shop where i like to work, I was hit on 6 TIMES.  All of them brown, all old (WTF?).  it’s a good thing i didn’t do my hair otherwise i’d be a hazard onto myself.

I’ve just spent 20 minutes googling “nyc parking laws” and any other variation i can think of and cannot find a list of parking laws.  how am i supposed to follow them?  i swear, sometimes i think this city purposely makes it complicated just to piss people off.

I was walking down the street and a street bum wished me a thanksgiving.  I returned the greeting.  He smiled and kept walking.  After a few steps, he turned back and said “i’ve got some food, it IS a good thanksgiving.” 

If only we could all see it that simply.

Waiting in my car for 8:30am street cleaning and an open spot opened up. I started my ignition, hoping to snag it but there was a car fractions of seconds ahead of me that pulled in. I’m not about to fight over it so I backed up and reparked along the outside lane, went back to my book. A minute later a third pulled up and waited on the other side. I thought there was going to be some road rage when the newcomer tried to snake out the car that had been waiting. There were some tense words about “being respectful, I was waiting, you can even ask that girl (pointing to me)” I was disappointed there wasn’t more action. It surprises me how cutthroat it can be sometimes.

I’m getting a little sick of shuffling my car around from spot to spot and having to wake up early when I don’t need to. I guess that comes with the territory. I’ve been back and forth to Jersey so much that it’s hard to snap a good spot early enough to leave it there for a few days.

First off, it is really hard to take photos with the iphone. They are all a little blury and I was illequipped for a late night riot and did not have my camera on hand. But hopefully you can still grasp the experience.

But it was really intense. People were running through the street, stopping traffic with the flag, rocking taxis, littering the streets with toilet paper streamers, climbing up tractor trailors and dump trucks, some drivers were getting out of their cars and dancing in the streets. All right in my neighborhood! Most people were really excited and cool about the traffic jam. Except for one guy who was unfortunate to bear a slight resemblance to John Mccain. The neighborhood boys chased him down the street a bit. I was scared for him. Of course the cops came and chased everyone off. Except for one local woman who was breakdancing in front of the cop cars and later down the middle lane of a one way road. She’s a little crazy.