Monthly Archives: April 2014

It’s Time to Admit ……

…… that I have acquired a rather large case of …… sidewalk rage.

I’ve never actually heard that term, but I can definitely attest to the reality of the feeling.
And I’m not alone.
Here’s a perfect example:

OK, maybe I’m not that bad …… yet.
But only because I haven’t actually hit a car like that …… though I’ve definitely thought about it.

I can confidently say that most New York drivers (not all, but most) are the rudest drivers on earth. The second their red light turns to green, they’re honking at the front car for not anticipating that change before it occurred.
And/or they’re honking at pedestrians who are just standing on the curb …… I guess that’s just in case one of them decides to throw themselves off of the curb and into the oncoming traffic.

But the thing they do that drives me crazy (and other pedestrians) is trying to make a right on red, when we (the walkers) have the right of way. Just like the cab in the above clip. They try to sneak, or barrel, their way through the crossway like they own it.
And while I have never punched a car, I have given the evil eye quite a few times.
Those of you who know me, know that’s a pretty scary sight.

Sidewalk rage is not limited to anger against drivers.
In fact, it’s probably not the drivers who cause the most amount of rage.
It’s other pedestrians.
More specifically, tourists.

Now, I’ve been a tourist in this city many times. So I get it. Most of the time.
Up to a point.
For instance, if I have to walk around, through, or close to, Times Square, I keep the rage at bay. I know that’s the biggest tourist spot in the city (world) so I expect people to act like idiots vacationers.
And I give them a pass.

But in other areas of town, like around my neighborhood, there are no passes.
Being a tourist does not give someone the right to act like they’ve never walked on a sidewalk before. Or to act like they’re the only people on that sidewalk.

I walk like a New Yorker.
I’ve always walked like a New Yorker.
It doesn’t seem fast to me, but I’ve heard complaints over the years (I’m talking to you, Dawn!). I don’t know why I walk that way, anymore than any of you know why you walk the way you do.
My children seem to walk fast, too.
I’m guessing they had to do that, in order to survive any family vacation.
And make it back home.

Here’s what clueless tourists do (in no order of rage-inducing):
-They walk 3 to 5 abreast …… taking up the entire width of the sidewalk, making it difficult to pass them by without knocking one of them to the ground (no, that hasn’t happened …… yet).
-They walk along and then suddenly stop short, causing anyone behind them (who’s most likely been trying to pass them) to either run smack into them, or run into someone else while trying to dodge them.
-If it’s raining, they seem to think they’re the only people who have a right to hold an umbrella, thus not moving theirs out of the way for an on-coming umbrella.
-They tend to stop at the top of an escalator. I know!!!!
-They tend to stop in doorways, thus blocking said doorways for others trying to walk out, or in.
-They walk very, very slowly.
-They expect all traffic to stop while they take a picture of a pigeon. (Now, I will stop for most picture-taking. I’m rarely in a hurry, I just walk fast. But if you plan to do a photo shoot on a NY sidewalk, you’re on your own. And good luck.)
-They take pictures with the Naked Cowboy. ‘Nuff said.

So yeah, sidewalk rage.
It’s something that just seems to come over you when you move here.
At least that’s how Daughter #3 explained it when she told me she had it.

See? I’m really not the only one.

If you come to NY, just be careful.
And try to not block the sidewalk, OK?


I just got home from doing my volunteer reading class and then doing a bit of grocery shopping at Trader Joe’s, which is usually like fighting over Cabbage Patch dolls back in the mid-80’s.

I had planned on coming home and writing yet another addendum about me slapping my forehead this morning as I ate breakfast before heading to my barre class, because it was then that I suddenly remembered that I forgot to eat breakfast yesterday, which probably totally explains why I was so exhausted.
I did not start off with the most important meal of the day.

But, as I walked into my building, I stopped at the front desk because I had been notified that I had a package to be picked up.
I signed in and the guy turned around, grabbed a vase with a dozen roses in it, and sat it next to where I was signing. Then he turned back to find something else. I just kind of looked at the vase, knowing it couldn’t possibly be for me, but then wondering if it could be for Daughter #3, because SHE has a boy friend. The guy came back with a small package and sat it down next to the flowers.
I looked at him and then back at the flowers. Then I looked at him again. He looked at me like he was wondering if I was a bit touched. So I said, “Are THOSE for me?!”, to which he replied, pointing at the card, “It says they’re for J.E.” (only he said my whole name, which I’m not putting on here).

To say I was stunned would be an understatement.
I picked up my two grocery bags, my small package, my purse and the vase of roses and headed toward the elevators. While I was waiting on them I took the card out of the vase and opened it. Then got on to the elevator and read the card.

Nice flowers, yes? See the card? Can you read it? Not clearly? I’ll give you some help:

Now can you read it?? The signature (a real signature, not a copy) is a G and a C (although it could be read as two G’s):

I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!
George sent me roses!!! And another thank you card!
I grinned all the way to my floor in the elevator.

I so glad that barre class didn’t kill me today, or I wouldn’t have been here to get these. 🙂

OK, that’s all the news for now.
And that seems like plenty.

A Piece of My Mind ……

…… has been given to that bloody E Harmony site.
And yes, I just used the word bloody. That’s probably because I’ve been watching House Hunter’s International and listening to British and Australian home buyers.
And it seemed to fit.

As I’ve said before, I don’t have a lot of pieces up there left to give, but I truly loathe that site.
I haven’t deleted my account yet because I purchased a 3 month plan, and I’m determined to stick it out until the bitter end.

I mostly just delete men every few days now. That’s because they have never, EVER sent me a good match. Every single one is accompanied with the words, “This match is outside of your settings, but it might work.”
I have no idea why they’ve never, EVER, sent a match within my settings (which are actually quite broad), but last night’s email of “outside matches” was the last straw.

I went on line, pulled up my profile, deleted everything I had written in the “More About Me” section and then wrote this:

A little more about me

I’m getting ready to leave this site because eHarmony has been a negative experience for me. I feel completely invisible on this site. Do you men NEVER make the first move??! What is it that you’re afraid of? I’m fine with men who are “outside” my settings (which are the only kind I get), but I’m not fine with always having to be the one who initiates, who sends the “smile” (gag!). I’ve done it, plenty of times, but haven’t had a man respond. I’m fun, funny, independent, spiritual, healthy and fit, smart and I love adventure. I’d rather be single the rest of my life than stick around here.

Yes, I really wrote that, clicked “save” and then closed up shop.
And guess what happened?
Oh, of course you know what happened because … REALLY?!

So now I’m in communication with a guy who read that within 30 minutes of my edit and then wanted to “get to know me”.
Go figure.

In other non-on-line-dating news, I think barre class almost killed me today. After I came home I was so exhausted that I had to go take a nap. An hour later I didn’t feel much more rested. So today was a quiet, stay in the apartment kind of day.
I think I need to eat some more protein.
I have class in the morning again.
If you don’t hear from me for a few days, you can safely assume I died.
Or maybe I’m in a coma …… resting.

He is Risen ……

…… He is risen indeed.

We had a very nice Easter weekend up here in NY.
Yesterday the weather was warm (in the high 50’s!) here and oh, so beautiful.
After I went to barre class I went to see a play (which was horrible) and then spent time walking through the Park. It was a very popular spot this weekend.




This little guy and his mom were having pictures done underneath the beautiful trees with all of the white blossoms.  You can’t really tell, but he was dressed as a bunny, with ears and a tail.  Too cute.



I’m not sure what was going on, but suddenly there was a herd (not sure what to call a group of them?) of policeman on motorcycles in the Park.

As I was leaving the Park I saw this woman.  And instantly started humming, “Tuppence, tuppence….” (hopefully you recognize what depressing song was going through my head).  Because she was totally feeding the birds.  Lots and lots of bird seed was in that bag.
For pigeons.  Also known as rats with wings.
Or Jim.  🙂


I went up to the top of my building last night to hang out with some friends. And I took these pics of the park, which is now getting green.

We have a fantastic view from up there.

Then I came back to the apartment to hang out and relax. Oliver was obviously intent on doing the same thing.
He was snuggled up against me, sitting up like a human, with his legs stretched out. He was very, very relaxed.  I took these picture from above:




He finally decided to stretch out …… with his front feet curled in front of him:
He leads a very tough life.

This morning we got up and started getting ready to have friends come over for an Easter pot luck lunch. I also watched Ed Young’s Easter service from Houston, which made me feel more connected to Texas. 🙂
Daughter #3 had invited several of her friends from church (including her BF!). They all brought yummy dishes (the most popular was the box of Texas kolaches — which means NOT fruit filled, but sausage and cheese and jalapeño-filled!). Those disappeared very quickly.

We played a lively round of Apples to Apples and then it was time for several of us to go to church.
Yes, our church services are on Sunday nights (it’s a church plant from Texas).
Daughter #3 and I were supposed to go out with the guys that I met Friday night at the supper club. We had reservations for 8:00, but one of the guys has been sick all day so we had to cancel. We were disappointed but hopefully I’ll be able to meet up with them while I’m in Houston next month.

So that was my weekend. Nothing exciting, but very nice anyway. The temps were cooler today, but it still appears that maybe we have finally reached spring time up here. 🙂

A word of advice for any theatre-loving peeps: if you ever think about going to see the play, “Under My Skin” …… don’t.
Keep your money.
You’re welcome.

I hope you all had a peaceful and blessed Easter.

An Addendum ……

…… to last night’s post.

I forgot to write about THE most important lesson I learned yesterday.
And it’s another cab lesson.

Most of the cabs here have monitors in the back that show entertainment blurbs about stuff going on in NY. It’s entertaining, unless you’re in the cab long enough to see it loop around several times.

But yesterday I saw a blurb that I hadn’t seen before. Last month the city passed a new law: the speed limit in NYC is now 30 mph. They wanted to make it 25, but the mayor gave in at 30. From 40, I think.
If you’ve never been here you need to know that no one ever follows the speed limit. Not at 40 and certainly not at 30.

So, this is the blurb/commercial that I saw:

“If you hit someone at 40 mph they have a 70% chance of dying.
If you hit someone at 30 mph they have an 80% chance of living.”

And that was it.
Really, seriously, and truly …… that was the entire message.
So it sounds like hitting someone is inevitable. It’s going to happen, so just make sure you hit them at 30 mph …… unless it’s someone you don’t like, and then rev it up to 40.
Good to know.
(OK, the next to the last sentence is just my thought. It wasn’t implied in the commercial. For those of you who are more literal than most.)

In other news …… I had the best time tonight! Yes, at the supper club (which was Studio 54, for any of you who know that name) that I was leery of going to because I’d be by myself, seated at a table with other people.
I will never be leery of that again.


When I arrived I was taken to a table and a seat where I sat next to a woman, who came with her mom, who sat across from her. They were chatting with a woman who sat on the other side of the daughter. On my other side there was an empty chair, and then a woman who sat across from her husband, and both were staring at their cell phones.
Those two were next to the stage. Front and center. It was a great table in that sense.
I was perusing the menu, not talking to anyone, when 3 men came up to the couple at the end and started saying hi and hugging them. It was clear that one of the men was friends with this couple and had not seen them in a while. One of the men sat next to me and the two others sat across from me.
The man directly across from me started talking to the mom and daughter, introducing himself. He said that they were from Houston. So I piped up and said that I, too, was from Houston. He was surprised and asked where in Houston and I told him.
Then he told us that he and his partner (the guy sitting next to me) had seen these two women (who were the people doing the show) 18 years ago in Houston. They loved them so much that when he saw they were performing in NY, he got airline tickets immediately to come see them.
I was impressed.
And glad that I had received one of my great emails about the show, and decided to see it.

He then somehow mentioned that he and his partner were on the board of a small theatre in Houston.
I, being the theatre person that I am, asked which one. To which he replied, “Stages”.
The theatre that Daughter #1 did her internship at six years ago.
Yes, really.
He was surprised and asked her name. I told him and he recognized the name, though he wasn’t sure if he had ever met her.
He then texted the director of the theatre to tell him that he was having dinner with Daughter #1’s mom. The director replied, “You’re kidding!!!?”.
Small world.

Then I remembered that one of Daughter #2 and #3’s friends has performed quite a few times at that theatre. So I asked him if he knew her.
He stared at me incredulously for a moment and then said, “Yes, we know her well!” I said that I had known her since she was 14, or younger. He then texted this young lady to tell her that he was having dinner with me. And she replied, “Whaaaaaaaat??!!!”
And now the four of us (and hopefully Daughter #3) are going to dinner Sunday night.
Very small world.

The women who sang tonight were really wonderful. They’re sisters and the show is called “Sibling Revelry”. One has been the lead in 6 Broadway shows (one of them “Cats”). The other has won several music awards. They both sang (and one wrote) the theme song of “The Nanny”, which we all sang together. 🙂

It was a very fun night.
It was great to meet these men, who have been together for 33 years. THIRTY THREE years.
Amazing. Not many couples, no matter what gender they are, can claim that.
The one next to me is a doctor in Houston, and he and I sang along with quite a few songs (when it was appropriate). He claimed that I was his new best friend and that we should travel together.

After the show a woman came up to me and asked if I had known the words to every single song. I admitted that I did not. There were two or three that I’d never heard before. She said that was surprising and that she had enjoyed watching us sing along.
Evidently she couldn’t really hear us all that well.

As the show was getting ready to end, one of the sisters came out into the audience to talk to a few people. She came to our table and asked a couple of questions to the party on the other end (3 guys and 2 women). One of the men asked if he could say something. She looked surprised but gave him the mic. He thanked the two of them for bringinf music to people and making them feel better. Then he stood up, took out a small box, and proposed to his partner, who was sitting next to him. And who was hugely surprised.
The entire room erupted into applause and congrats, and the waiters brought out a cake with sparklers. The men’s mothers were there, but had been at a table on the other side of the room, so that the man being proposed to wouldn’t see them. They were very happy and excited and there were hugs all around.

The proposal:

The sparkler cake:

And while this might not be a popular thought …… I was very proud to be living in a city where a room full of people could celebrate and encourage love. No condemnation, no judging, just simple support of love.

It was quite a night.
I’m so happy that I went, and didn’t let being alone stop me.
I smiled as I walked home.
I love this city.
Ridiculously and totally love it.
It’s not a perfect place, but no place is.
But I still love it. Faults and all.

And I’m really going to miss it during the month of May.
But hopefully I’ll love being in Texas …… and in the house that will be my home.

Lessons Learned ……

…… in just one day.

I learned several lessons today, mostly concerning cab rides. And as always, I am sharing them with you.

Lesson #1: Do NOT ask your cab driver if he can get somewhere any faster, unless you’re prepared to experience a stomach-lurching, roller coaster-like ride.
I kid you not.

Lesson #2: You know all of those movies you’ve seen where someone’s in a cab in NY, the traffic is horrible, and the rider says, “I’ll just get out here, thanks.” and then RUNS like a bat out of hell to get somewhere in time?
Well, that really happens.
Cuz that’s exactly what I did yesterday afternoon.

Lesson #3: It might not be a great idea to do a barre class in the morning, a book club meeting an hour later, and a Broadway matinee in the afternoon.
Because you might just have a very expensive nap.
Not that I’d personally know that.
I’m just sayin’.

Yesterday afternoon I saw “The Realistic Joneses”. With Toni Collette and Marisa Tomei.
I arrived at the theatre just as the show was starting.
I was lucky to get there that soon.
And because I was late I wasn’t able to take my usual “before show” picture.

It’s a play with 4 characters, two couples both named Jones. Both with husbands who are ill/dying.
And I was really tired.
I might need to go see it again.
But I enjoyed the first half.
And had it had an intermission, I would’ve enjoyed the second half.
But I was trying to ignore my bladder during most of that half.
Not fun.

Last night I went to see “If,Then” starring Adele Dazeem …… I mean, Idena Menzel.
I really, really liked it.
Even though it had some very difficult moments.
And songs.
I’d see it again, which is the best compliment I can give.
In spite of all of the tears I shed.

Today was the first time in 4 days that I didn’t have barre class.
Thank the Lord.
I enjoyed the short break before I go the next two days.
I’m trying to make up for lost time while I was in Oklahoma last week.
Which might just mean that I’m going to die in the month of June, after I spend the month of May in Texas, with no barre class.
I may just have to open one in my community so that I’ll have a place to go while I’m there.
I’ll have to survive the month of June if I want to do that.

Tonight I went to see 2 plays that were performed together. The first was “Clean”, which was about 3 women in London, who are “clean criminals”, which means that they don’t kill or hurt anyone.
It was kind of like “Charlie’s Angels” meets “Ocean’s Eleven”.
And it was funny.

The second play was “A Respectable Widow Takes to Vulgarity”, and I loved it.
It’s about a very proper British woman who’s widowed and meets a young Scottish man who worked for her husband, at the funeral. And he curses like a sailor (which embarrasses him to no end) and she decides to learn how to how to speak her husband’s language (which he spoke when the first met, but didn’t speak after they were married) from this young man. It was hilarious, and very, very touching.

Tomorrow night I’m going to a “supper club” to see “Sibling Rivalry” which has two sisters performing. This should be pretty interesting, especially since I’m going by myself and will most likely have to share a table. Ugh.
Maybe I’ll meet some interesting people.

This afternoon I was flipping through channels and decided to watch “Million Dollar Listing”, which is on Bravo. It used to be about two real estate companies in NY and the properties they were selling. Now it’s about 3 guys who sell real estate and have way too much drama with each other …… like more than the Kardashians. I think. I don’t watch that show so I’m just assuming.

Anyway, when I tuned into Bravo I was surprised to see that one of the agents was trying to sell an apartment in my building. Well, kind of surprised. Back in the fall we all knew that they were taping a show here, since they shut down the upstairs exercise room, pool and bar area to all of us that week. And they were using tooth brushes to clean everything up there.
But then I forgot about it, until I started watching the show today. It first aired last Wednesday night,and it will continue next Wednesday night.
Just in case you’re interested.
And if you are, please keep in mind that not all of the apartments in this building are made up of FOUR apartments at a total of 3,000 square feet. And that many of us are renting apartments, not owning them. So yeah, we’re the dregs of the building.
Oh, and also, I don’t think there’s any freaking way that they’re going to sell that apartment for 7.8 million dollars.
But we shall see.
Holy crap.
(Although I think that apartment is still empty.)

But if you watch it you’ll be able to see the upstairs of my building.
You’re welcome.

OK, it’s almost midnight, my time, and I have a barre class to endure in the morning.
So, peace out.
And have a good Friday.
Or rather, a good Good Friday.
And pause to think about what this day represents.

Which, for me, is so very much.

This Is Not the Post ……

…… I thought I’d write tonight.

But things change, and sometimes change quickly.

Tonight I went to see the Broadway musical, “If, Then”, starring Idena Menzel.
It was wonderful …… but ……

Why does it seem there always must be a “but”?

I really did love this show and would highly recommend it …… to most people.
However (and here’s the “but”) …… I wouldn’t recommend it for anyone who’s still rawly widowed.
Those of you who are widowed know exactly what that means.

Fortunately, for me, I’m no longer living in the rawness.
And yet I still had to struggle to maintain control and just cry softly …… rather than cry the ugly cry.
And you know exactly what that means, too.

If you are still existing in the raw, go no further. Close this page and maybe come to it later.
For the rest of you, here’s the song that did me in. Well, it’s the first song of a few.
I love it …… and I hate it.
Because I get it.
And I wish I didn’t.

I wish I could’ve found a better video, but the only one was of her on The Today Show last week.
The first song is the song I’m referring to.

It says so much.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll post the funny post I had in my head.
But tonight, you get this.

Hopefully you’ll tell me what you think.

Now, THAT ……

…… was a blast.

I just got home from attending “Drunk Shakespeare”. And it was SO much fun.
I received an email about it yesterday. And a discount code. So I decided to go. I may have to go again.
And again.

They’ve been doing it for 3 weeks and the regular priced ticket is only $30. I only paid $14. Pretty good deal, right?

It’s a company of about 2 girls and 3 guys and they perform this in a bar down on 44th. A pretty decent bar. Upstairs.

They take turns choosing one of them to be the one who has to do shots, and bigger servings, at the whim of the audience.
It was hilarious.
Tonight they performed “Macbeth”.
And all things considered, they did a great job.
And they were hilarious.

Here are some pics from the evening:

This is me, in the mirror.




This is the guy who had to drink.  Obviously.





I thoroughly enjoyed myself and highly recommend it.

Afterwards, the guy who sat next to me asked me if I wanted to go downstairs and have a drink.
I respectfully declined. He was very nice and was in NY for business and is returning to England on Thursday.
But I had 3 (small) margaritas over the two hour performance, so I decided that I didn’t need anything else to drink.
That, and I have barre class early in the morning.

The weather did a bizarre turn today.
Yesterday it was beautiful and around 70.
At this moment it’s 35 and snowing.
Yes, snowing.
And hour ago it was 45 and raining.
Go figure.

Yesterday it looked and felt like spring.


Maybe tomorrow I’ll be taking pictures of snow angels.

Actually, I’ll be too busy to take many pictures.
I have barre class, then have to rush home and get ready for our monthly book club meeting, then leave that early to go with a group to see a play, “The Realistic Joneses”. I don’t know much about it, except that Toni Collette is in it and it got a great review in The Times.
(I try not to read too much about any show I’m going to see …… it seems to work better that way. Except for “Spiderman”. I should’ve TOTALLY read the reviews on that.)

Then tomorrow evening I’m going to see Idina Menzel’s new show, “If Then”.
Otherwise known as Adele Dazeem to John Travolta.

Writing all of that just made me realize that I need to go to bed.
Like now.

See ya later.

As Close As I’ll Ever Get ……

…… to George.

I received a package in the mail today.
From him.
Kind of.
But not really.

It contained a note.
From him.
Kind of.
But not really.
But this is as close as I’ll ever get to him, so I’m keeping it.
And sharing it ….

He said I’m amazing.
I may just swoon.

I also received this:
A t-shirt. The pictures on it are characters that he’s played (like Batman).

If I sleep in it …… it will almost be like …… never mind.
I won’t take you there.
Even though I already did.

Daughter #3 is on her spring break this week.
Today we went to see “Draft Day”.
It was MUCH better than the last movie I saw with Kevin Costner.
I enjoyed it. And found it very interesting.

Afterwards I took a walk in the Park.
It was a lovely day.
And it was warm.


It’s supposedly going to be much cooler tomorrow and the rest of the week, with the lows in the 30’s.
But the highs will be in the 50’s and up here, that’s not all that cold.
I, for one, will miss the colder temps. But not the ice.
No, definitely not the ice.

Tonight I went to my first Barre class in 11 days.
Eleven days and a long case of bronchitis.
And it was as hard as I feared it would be.
But I survived.
It wasn’t pretty, but then even on my best days it’s not pretty.

But I’m back in NY and loving being back.
I don’t have very busy week lined up so I may have to change that up.
I’m spending this evening watching “Gone With the Wind”.
I’m on hour 3 out of 4.
Fiddle dee dee.

Rhett is now proposing to Scarlett.
So I must end this and watch her flake out at night while on their honeymoon.
Yes, I’ve seen it before.
About 10 times.
Which is like 8 times too many.
Hi, Mom.

Have a great week, Peeps.
I plan to.

The Week ……

…… in pictures.

This is at Son #3’s fraternity.  They were grilling hamburgers for all of the moms and families.

This is Son #3, putting up the fraternity flag:



This is the front of his fraternity house:

The ADPi letters represent the sorority they’re doing Homecoming with next year:

These pictures are from the backyard of my new home.  It has a beautiful back yard.


This is a redbud tree in Vicki’s back yard in Oklahoma.  These trees are everywhere.  And so beautiful.  🙂

This is Son #3, on the way to the farm.  I enjoyed the time with him.  🙂

This is a field planted with canola.  The yellow fields were really pretty.

And this is one of my father in law’s wheat fields.  Where the wind comes sweeping down the plain.  🙂


The sun setting at the farm:


This is the farm equipment grave yard:

More sunset pics:


Son #1 and his dog, GQ.  You know those people who seem to look like their dogs?  Ummmmm, yeah.

Daughter #2 and my father in law:

Son #1, Daughter #2 and my father in law:

These are from the airplane as we were descending in NY:



And this is my spoiled cat:

There you go.
My week in pictures.
Hope you enjoyed it.
Two posts in one night!

You’re welcome.