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Roosevelt Island
Last night Cassie and Martin made the trek out to Roosevelt Island with me to watch Andy play soccer. Roosevelt Island is located between Manhattan and Queens, in the East River. It's about 2 miles long and 800 feet across at its widest point. There are apartment buildings on the island, and a few stores, giving it sort of a small town feeling. We walked along the shoreline which had fantastic views of Manhattan up to the soccer field where Andy was playing. During the game Martin let me try out his Nikon D40 which I think we will be purchasing in the near future, barring a disaster at my dentist appointment this afternoon.
Before the game, Martin and Andy....
Andy, I assume doing some sort of soccer stretch I don't know about...
during the game
Andy in action
taking a free kick
more Andy in action
Roosevelt Island, looking south towards the Queensborough Bridge
To get to the game, we took the subway but on the way back I was convinced to take the tram, even though I hate heights and am scared to death of trams. This is the same tram that was stuck with a carload of passengers for eleven hours a mere two years ago. I spent the entire ride with my face buried in Andy's back but Martin took the pictures below which show that I missed some really great views.
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Clarification
Last night I received a comment on one of my previous posts, "Casa de Chester," from Jessie. Just to clarify, Chester is our frog, the one in the pictures getting fed. Chester is not, as my beloved high school pet ChiChi was, a tarantula. I have to clear something up with this story as well...because ChiChi did not die from a fall...she was poisoned!!!
I got ChiChi shortly after I got my drivers license. I desperately wanted a pet at that time. Cats were not allowed because my family had been devastated by the loss of our beloved cross-eyed cat Steve four years earlier. Any rodents or snakes were also out since my mom is terrified of both. So I happened to stop by the pet store in New Iberia one day and there she was...a beautiful Chilean rose-haired tarantula. (see above) I think Meyer was with me at the time, but I'm not sure. Anyway, ChiChi ate only live crickets which had to be purchased at the pet store. This was sort of chore but she was really cool so I didn't mind. I'm sure my mom remembers this differently. She molted once which was really neat, and she once laid an egg sack. We worried for a week or so that our house was going to be inundated with hundreds of baby tarantulas but probably due to the lack of a male tarantula, that never happened. Unfortunately, after I had ChiChi for a couple of years, my family went on vacation. For some reason, I asked Andy's family to take care of ChiChi while we were out of town. Upon our return, ChiChi was dead.
There was no necroscopy so I can't be sure of her exact cause of death. The average life span is over 15 years so natural causes can definitely be ruled out. I found out that instead of going to a pet store or bait shop to get crickets, Andy's mom had been catching crickets in their backyard and feeding them to ChiChi. I can only conclude that ChiChi was either fed a species of cricket to which she was allergic, or that the pesticides and chemicals in the wild crickets killed her! Or maybe, the truth is now being revealed....since Jessie heard a story that involved ChiChi dying from a small fall, maybe someone in Andy's family dropped her, confessed the story to Jessie's source, and I am only finding out the truth just now!
Hm...if anyone knows anything more about this..please leave your information in the comments.
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Before you continue reading this post, please be warned...I am only blogging because of extreme boredom. If there were any other way for me to make the time pass right now, I would not be doing this. Unfortunately, I haven't had any inspiration or motivation to blog lately. This may be due to several factors, the major one being that it is still winter in NYC.
I will admit that winter is my least favorite of the four seasons, but when we moved to NYC I knew that it was something I would have to deal with. Since moving here I think I've coped remarkably well since I once spent an entire afternoon of football tailgating wrapped in Ross's coat while I sat in his car because it was 50 degrees outside and I couldn't take the cold. However, it is now April...April is not winter...it is SPRING! It freaking snowed here on Easter Sunday. Unacceptable. I am still wearing my winter coat every day. There is a time and place for winter but that time has passed...move along, winter, move along.
Yesterday in the middle of the afternoon I received a phone call from an international number. I answered it but on the other end of the line there was only street noise, no response from my "hellos!" which were increasingly loud. After 5 hellos I hung up. The number called back 7 more times, but the phone would only ring once and then hang up. Then, in the middle of the night last night the number called three times between 12:30 and 5:45 a.m. I traced the international code this morning and found that the number is coming from Pakistan. As a co-worker pointed out, the NSA is probably now monitoring all of my phone calls and emails. I've even set up a signal for others to know if I've been carted off to Gitmo or not. I've read some of the evidence against detainees there and anonymous phone calls from Pakistan are on a similar evidentiary plane.
Pictures of the snakes will be forthcoming, in the meantime we're open to suggestions for names. The snakes are both females, one is fat and one is skinny so please keep that in mind. Big Fat Fatty had already eaten five fish last night while the skinny one had only eaten two before Andy had to take the fatty out to allow the other one to eat.
Casa de Chester
When Andy and I came back from Louisiana over Christmas we brought back our aquarium which hadn't had anything in it for almost eight years. This was mainly due to the fact that I never kept a fish alive for more than two weeks in it. So, after three months of deliberating about what to put in the aquarium and even running the pump with only water in it, we decided to transfer Chester to the aquarium and then Andy's snake from school will now live in Chester's old habitat upstairs. Since he's been moved Chester is much more active, hopping around a lot more which has caused Miss Kitty to take much more of an interest in him. Here's Andy and Miss Kitty feeding Chester last night.
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Back to Ikea
When I was in college and law school I was obsessed with Ikea. Almost all of the furniture and accents in my apartment were from Ikea. The first time Andy and I went to the Ikea in Houston we spent about 7-8 hours there. In case you've never been, the beginning of the store is organized into individual sample rooms, decorated completely with Ikea furnishings. If I could have afforded it I would have just picked out one living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, bought everything and replicated the rooms in my apartment. Almost everything there matches so it always looks so put together. The lure of the birch and the Swedish names for the products was too much for me to resist. The day after we moved to NYC, while we still had our U-Haul we made a trip to Ikea in New Jersey and got a few pieces of furniture but we haven't been back since.
So, in the past two and a half years Ikea sort of slipped from my mind. There is a bus that goes there from Manhattan but otherwise, no real way for me to get there. I look on their website every now and then but my dreams of an Ikea filled apartment were over. When we bought our dining room table I looked online at Ikea briefly but settled on a table from Crate and Barrel. I think I felt like I had outgrown Ikea, so that was that. Until yesterday....
Due to the fact that our basement, also our living room, is about as well lit as a dungeon we rented a car and trekked out to Long Island to visit our old friend, Ikea. Lamps are grossly expensive so I figured we would take a chance with the old standby. Ikea did not disappoint. I feel a little guilty for thinking that we were through. We found two great floor lamps, some table lamps, a great plant for the dining room, and curtain panels to cover Andy's closet. We did spend a little more money than I would have liked, but that's just because I'm cheap.
Things did hit a snag when we got home. We were assembling the track and panels for the curtains when I saw on the instructions sheet in the "tools needed" section, a drawing of a needle and thread. Then I realized that the panels have to be SEWN! A strip of velcro has to be sewn to the top and then hemmed to the correct length at the bottom. Wish me luck.
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