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Another One Bites the Dust …


currently: south point where prospect park, park slope & windsor terrace meet

Okay.  So.  I feel like a gigantic idiot.  Two days after I launched the “About Us” on this blog I received an email from our landlord.  She informed us that there will not be a renewal of the lease and we have just one month to find a new place to live.  There was intent to renew on both parties, but there is a family emergency and they need to have the apartment available for this reason.  Enter- heartbreak, shock, hysterics, betrayal and anger.   You might be thinking I am being a little bit dramatic here, but I’ve thought it over- I’m not.  Moving here was really scary.  Not scary because I was entering a new place, or because I might not be able to afford it, or because its New York City (okay, maybe a little bit of NYC-scary in there)  I was scared because it was GO TIME.  I finally had found a man who loved me as much as I loved him.  I had a sense of security, I figured if I was with Joe, everything would be okay.  I was ready to stop working only to barely pay my bills, going out to eat 5 times a week and shopping every other day.  I was prepared to grow up.  To start a career for myself (or try to figure out what I’d like to do) In a nutshell- I wanted to make myself, Joe, and my family proud.

We turned this apartment into our first home.  Painted every single room the perfect color (after many trips to lowes and debating)  found a home for all my wall hangings and a shelf for every knick knack.  Organized the cubbard and cabinets in such a precise way, sometimes even I think I’m on the verge of insanity.  Our families bought us housewarming gifts, we bought ourselves a brand new couch because the one we had didn’t fit up our steps.  The first plant I’ve ever been able to keep alive has flourished in our hallway (her name is Liza Manelli!)  Our love has grown astronomically within these walls.  We are two different people then we were one year ago. Pippen was brought home here, We are comfortable.   I (creepily) have thought about maybe one day, if we get married and have a baby, we can move the tv and couch into our small bedroom and turn our living room into a bedroom/nursey.  It felt so right. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was at home.   We treated this apartment gently, made it ours.  Every single person that has entered has loved it, said they felt at home.  I am very proud of that.  We couldn’t help but wonder- had we done something to piss them off? There is no way.  Joe shoveled the snow during the storm.  We were never loud (except for one party, which we not only warned them about- but also INVITED THEM!)  We were never late on rent, not even once.  Our apartment was under 60 degrees half of the winter, but I was too nervous to ask them to crank the heat.  We still don’t have a doorknob on our bedroom door, we let them use our internet connection (dig this, we received an actual phone call for that one)  Thats all really okay, it is.  But we worked our butts off to live here.  We have paid them a lot of money.  Our choice, I know, but this apartment was *way* over budget from day one.  I’d like to assume they always knew that as well.  To be tossed aside with no preparation for said toss, hurt.  A lot.   I am struggling because although I know this isn’t earth shaking news- and happens to a lot of people, it felt very unfair to me.   I  want to keep a home, this home.

Since I have been 12 years old, I have moved every year of my life.  Every, year. Belongings and furniture of mine are spread across NJ and NY, in attics, basements, scattered. I hate it.  I usually was nothing more then a nomad, I couldn’t  stop bouncing and to be honest, I was exhausted.  I finally had something stable behind me, to support me to move forward and become the person I was meant to be.  I thought I was on my way.  Then, a whole lot of bad stuff went down in April.  My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, I lost one of my dearest friends in the world, Stinky had a dramatic visit to the ER (resulting in bad news),  we are broke even though we both work out butts off.  I was in a hole of depression, I’m not proud of that.  I had to leave work early a few times because I couldn’t be the “happy girl behind counter” and I cried, a lot.   Joe was there for me.  He literally just sat next to me with open arms.  The punches came one after the next and I was at the point where I asked myself  “Geez, what’s next?”  The night before we got the boot, Joe and I were sitting in the living room talking, I told him I finally felt both feet on the ground.  I felt a calm, that I hadn’t experienced in weeks. It made me really happy. The next day, I was having a good day, then I got the email.

We originally thought we could fight this.  Maybe there were laws to protect us? So we wouldn’t be forced out into the street so fast.  We had no warning, a month! thats NOTHING.  After calling Joe, my parents, and emailing my Gibbah’s, I got to googling NYC rental laws, talked to a few of my lawyer friends, asked handfuls of my regulars if they knew of any apartments in the area. Fail, fail, fail.  Apartments are so tough to come by, and be happy with.  We really just don’t want to leave our area.  We’re in our dream apartment in the perfect location.  Or are we? Our bills are piled up, we stress about spending every single day.  I don’t shop anymore, because I can’t.  Not even for clothes necessarily, but for food, housewares, art supplies, and clothes, too (obv) But really- we are sort of struggling.  We are only 26 years old, we’re both smart, responsible and well groomed creatures.  Should it really still be this hard?

At first when I would talk to friends about it I got the typical “Oh, it must be a blessing in disguise! everything will be great!” responses.  From adults (you know, the real ones, not us!) I got quick recaps of their horror stories and how it turned out to be better in the end.  Our oh-so-generous landlords sent a few apartment listings to us for places in not so desirable neighborhoods and STUDIOS! there are four mammals living up here, we CANNOT fit into a studio.  It was quite frustrating.  I just wanted to scream out “IM EXHAUSTED. I CAN’T IMAGINE MOVING AGAIN! PLEASE, LET ME BE SAD FOR AT LEAST A WEEK ABOUT THIS.”  Instead, I nodded and gave out a smile and Thank You (admittedly, Joe got a bit of the whiny schpeal)  After a few days, I turned around.  I started getting excited thinking about a new start.  Maybe with more storage and a full sized refrigerator.  Then, it got better.  I had been talking to one of my best friends about moving to NYC.  We briefly sighed and wished we could live together at some point in our lives, but me being an old bat (aka in love) closed that chapter.  Then Joe and I started playing with the idea of a roommate, to make ends meet a little easier.  A lightbulb went off, LIZ! We conversed immediately- let me get to the point- she is part of our apartment hunt.

This blog is about to get switched up a bit.  We aren’t comfortable here in Brooklyn anymore.  Also, we will soon have a roommate (Three’s Company?) and another kitty cat.  We couldn’t be happier.  Now, back to craigslist we go. Or, does anyone have any Brooklyn leads?

Eagle Provisions

Eagle Provisions is a market located not far from our apartment, in Windsor Terrace.  I had it on my mental to-do list for months.  Sometimes we’d drive past and go “OH YEAH! we need to go there!” I heard that their beer and meat selection was top notch and fresh.   Before winter was officially over,  a deluxe German meal was in order.  I figured, this would be the place to go.  Upon entrance, this place is pretty overwhelming.  The aisles are small and if you want to browse, other patrons and employees get huffy.  The beer selection was exciting at first glance- then I realized I’d seen all the bottles before.  The prices were astronomical.  Getting a growler from Bier Kraft or Grab is more my style (they’re fresh, too!) Their produce section was also pretty disappointing, same with their meat.   They didn’t have veal or pork, and when we asked for help, the butcher just pointed us in the direction of a cooler with pre packaged meats.  I needed pork fat (usually a butcher helps out a girl) but they could care less.  I got over it quickly and was mesmerized by their stocked shelfs.  They were very well organized.  Honestly,  I probably won’t be back here anytime soon.   Key Food was the perfect solution to everything Eagle Provisions couldn’t provide.

Photos

a little fun with the camera! =P




love birds bird bird bird is the word


girly girl



Netflix instant play and a cloudy afternoon with my baby pup

The Preggos

my pregnant best friend came to NY to spend the night with Joe and I. we headed into manhattan to walk around, shop for some yarn, and grab some food.



Me & Mandy, green bagels, Joe & Mandy (he walked us to the subway, then moved on to his friends)


Purl Soho, Kim had to catch a train, I caught a coffee.


Joe met back up with us, at Broome Street Bar.  We split some fries and Joe and I had some beer. I love posing with bellies, and Canal St is a nightmare.


Pregnant people should always get a seat on the subway!  This is creepy, but something Mandy and I have been doing since we are 15 years old, pushing our bellies out as far as we can, pretending we are pregnant.  Except this time, she really is! I love it.

Reubens! Yes!!!

Something we might as well just get out there now, we love Reubens!  Okay, any open faced sandwich with melted cheese with be warmly greeted.  But, a Reuben is the favored in this kitchen.  Unfortunately, I haven’t had very many delicious ones out to eat lately.  People be slacking on the corned beef front.  I’d like to let you all in on just how easy it can be.  You can perfect this delicious sandwich and amaze guests right from home!

You’ll Need:
-Rye Bread
-Swiss Cheese
-Russian Dressing
-Sauerkraut (or coleslaw)
-Corned Beef
-Paprika (optional)

Lets do this: Turn on broiler.  Medium toast your bread.  If corned beef is cold, zap it in the microwave for 15 seconds.  Spray a non-stick cookie sheet.  Place bread and layer on in this order-  1. Russian dressing   2. Kraut or Slaw   3. Corned Beef   4. Swiss!   Sprinkle fairy dust (er, paprika, but have fun, pretend its fairy dust) on the top and place under broiler for 3 minutes (or until appropriately melted)  You gotta use a steak knife and fork, I like to dip in extra dressing also.

I don’t keep dressings in my fridge (except caesar) I make my own!  they’re so easy people! and it takes 2 minutes with all things you most likely have in your fridge already.

RUSSIAN:
-2 tbs Ketchup
-2 tbs Mayo
-1 tbs sweet relish
-dash Worcestershire sauce
-quick pour of white wine and/or apple cider vinegar
-squeeze of liquid sugar or honey
-salt & pepper

whisk all that up and you will have a tasty russian dressing. Make your own dressings! Let the spirit move you.

one more thing-if you dont have corned beef (really, who does?) try pastrami or roast beef!

BKLYN CHINA TOWN

Joe is currently the dish washer/food prep dude on a show called Mad Hungry with Lucinda Scala Quinn. He works with Calder and Micheli – they became fast friends and the four of us went on a food tour to see what Brooklyn China Town’s food scene is all about, otherwise known as Sunset Park.  The two of them were familiar with the area and had places in mind.  Compared to Park Slope, it’s a whole different world there. It’s easy to forget how close in proximity we are to so many different cultures until you quickly transplant yourself into the next neighborhood.

It was a seriously rainy night, so we drove the 20-or-so odd blocks, found parking and ran into a dumpling shop.  Super small, one guy behind the counter and worth your money.  6 dumplings for $1.00.  We had a 6pk of Tecate, mixed sriracha and soy sauce together and killed those dumplings (they were pork, and delicious.)

pulling the noodles from your table.  Looks like huge pieces of taffy, the guy rips it and beats it …it’s very impressive.   We shared a few dishes and I’m not totally sure what was in them.  All I can remember is brains, tendons, feet, guts, and etc, etc.  It grossed me out a little but I tried it all.  I might never eat that again though.

Then, full blown dinner at Pacificana.  This place was huge. We walked up and were greeted by about 6 people in full uniform! It’s a fine establishment, ornate, professional.  There were a few families dining and about 60 empty banquet tables.  

We ordered a few dishes for the table, and they were all great. Even the cold jellyfish. The texture was so bizarre and it was really cold, mixed with pickled onion.  I’m glad I had it but I will probably do without it from here on out.

All in all, we had a really good time but I’ll be honest, I have never felt so bizzare internally.  I know we consumed a LOT of food and MSG and I felt swollen everywhere. Such an intense food hangover.  We ate strictly veggies for the next few days.

The Bulls equals Sunday lots’a Funday

Incase you don’t know us (in real life), or don’t remember the excess in mention, Joe is a huge Chicago Bulls fan.  He has also turned me into quite an honestly avid basketball fan.  I never really appreciated the sport until I met Joe.  He has played basketball from the beginning of his life, through school and even in college.  He knows a lot about the sports and he knows most of what there is to know about The Bulls.  So, that being said.. at this crucial point in basketball season, a Bulls vs Heat Sunday afternoon game was a big to-do for us.  We woke up, walked to get bagels and stopped in the Wine shop to buy some champagne (and wine, for later)  We were almost through checking out and I ran back to grab a second bottle.  What if we ran out and the game was too intense to leave and pick up more!!! Joe, obliged.  The game was good, The Bulls won.  It was very exciting.  We finished both bottles and moved onto the wine.  I had a fun skype convo with Heather and Whitney.  Then I put myself to bed at about 8 pm because my Nana’s 88th Birthday was the next day and we had plans to spend it in New Jersey.

New Jersey was fun. We brought Stinky along to get his nails trimmed and he was due for his rabies booster (I kept his Vet in NJ for now.. he doesn’t like change very well) Laundry!  It seems like every time we drive anywhere we make sure to bring our laundry.  It’s becoming quite tedious though.. spending time with family/friends but always having your mind on whether or not its the right cycle for the fabric softener.   I spent some quality time with my Nana, we looked through old photo albums and she told us stories about my Pop-pop and her dogs.  Some new tips on cooking, or knitting.  The usual! After dinner Joe and I cleaned her house up for her and then we all sat down and played a few hands of Rummy.  I spent summers at her house when I was younger and we would spend rainy days inside playing Rummy.  She taught me a lot of things throughout those summers.  Good, strong, things about cooking, sewing, knitting, shopping, needlepoint and latch hook, and how to play a mean hand of both Rummy and Black Jack.  I adore her. After Rummy we realized we hadn’t sung yet (Her, Mom and Norm had cake the night before) So I lit the table candle and we sung out hearts out.  After the wishes, my Uncle Norm showed us his new silly glasses fashioned from a Saltine box.  We got back to New York around 2 a.m, it was a very tiring yet fulfilling weekend for us.




There was lots of jumping up from the couch and vigorous clapping involved.


We still haven’t figured out what to do with this shelf, until we do it will be Pippen’s favorite new place, in the middle of the kitchen.


The sun was shining on the drive down, Stinky was basking in all of it’s glory.


Joe couldn’t find his sunglasses so he had to borrow my $5 NYC sidewalk buy “just incase” car pair. I thought he looked cute!



I think she enjoyed our singing. 🙂 🙂 🙂


Norm’s saltine glasses. What kind of reaction would these babies have gotten at NYC Fashion Week?

Pippen the limit-pusher.

Today is one of those days Pippen was trying to push every boundary and fit into places that he either didn’t fit, or just didn’t belong. Before moving him, I decide to take pictures.  That might be considered promoting this bad behavior? I guess I’m a bad mommy as much as he is a bad kitty.



probably the worst place ever. can’t imagine if that shelf came crashing down!


nothing like a hairy cat in a freshly cleaned sink


but how can you be mad at this face?

Weekend in a nutshell.

Snuggles with Stinky, The Kings Speech, Bang Trim (too short, look like a boy), Drinks with Kim K, Stinky finding his new favorite seat, Our living room reading for the Oscars, Ashley putting her waitressing skills to use at home.





Tuesday

Lazy Tuesday afternoon full of 30 Rock and The Office.

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