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Archive for September, 2009
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The New York Times
Fri, September 11, 2009 — 9:25 PM ET
The Yankees’ Derek Jeter Surpasses Lou Gehrig’s Franchise Record for Hits
Derek Jeter obtained his 2,722nd hit on Friday night against the Baltimore Orioles, surpassing Lou Gehrig’s mark of 2,721.
Read More: ~The New York Times~
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>I mentioned on Facebook that I had completely forgotten something I wanted to write. Of course as soon as I shut down my computer I remembered. Then I decided it would a better blog post then Facebook update.
The contacts I am referring to above are the kind you put in your eyes. I have done some pretty dumb things with mine. Once I fell asleep with them in all night. I was mad the next day ’cause then I had to wear my glasses all day. The most common thing I do is rub my eyes. This moves the contact around in my eye and wrinkles up the contact and can damage them.
Last night I did something beyond that, I started to take my eye makeup off without first taking out my contacts. I realized what I had done when my eye started burning. I washed my hand but I couldn’t get the contact out. I took the other one out. I couldn’t see the contact in my eye, but I also couldn’t find it on my clothes or on the floor so I was pretty sure it was still in my eye, I did eventually find it folded up in the corner of my eye.
Moral of the story, make sure you take out your contacts first!
>The New York Times
Wed, September 09, 2009 — 9:27 PM ET
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Jeter Ties Gehrig’s Record as Yankees Hits Leader
Derek Jeter has tied the Yankees record for hits held by Lou Gehrig. Jeter singled in the seventh inning for his third hit Wednesday night against Tampa Bay, matching Gehrig with 2,721 hits in a Yankees uniform.
Read More: ~The New York Times~
Yesterday Em and I went to the city. Like I mentioned we went to Marie Tash, cause I decided to get a fourth hole in my ears. So for those of you who are keeping track, there are some of you keeping track right? I now have 9 holes. 4 in each ear and one in my belly. I saw a butterfly that I might get to replace the opal, but I am thinking of getting a different kind of butterfly. If I do, I will let you know. Anyway, Em ordered some jewelry for herself too. Hee, anyway. About a hour after, I was wondering why I ever wanted fourth hole, (truth be told, I am STILL wondering) especially when I put my ear buds in Owie! So I have been taking Aleve so I can sleep. My right ear is fine it is just my left ear that hurts all the way to the top. I think it is because of the deformity in that ear, NO, I am not taking pictures of it! I will take pictures of the other ear with the 4 earrings in it, when the swelling goes down and I get that cute little tripod Gwen and I saw at BestBuy.
Last year Labor Day Weekend was the first trip Em and I made to Manhattan, there was a hurricane that trip and we got soaked. We had nice weather this time. That time we went to Tavern on the Green and I took pictures and posted them here. This trip we went to The Russian Tea Room. That’s two fantasies down, now if I could only get a meeting with Derek!
This time, I took the pictures and made a collage. Since I now know how to do that. The pictures are also on Facebook and in my slideshow in the right sidebar.

>I posted about the sidewalks near my office and someone asked, “If that is NY, where are all the people?” Something that I never thought about, but where I work, there is not a lot of foot traffic. Not like Time Square or Madison Avenue or even inside Grand Central Terminal or here!
This is the Farmer’s Market at Union Square. As you can see, it is very crowded. For good reason too, there is a ton of stuff to buy. Produce, flours, whole grain bread (including Spelt rolls!) and some interesting things which I can’t really describe and couldn’t take a picture of cause Em wouldn’t stop walking so I could. Well I could stop, she would wait for me but I am usually so busy trying to just keep up with her I don’t think of it.
We got a late start, we missed the train, so we didn’t get to the street fair. We went to SoHo to Marie Tash and had reservations at The Russian Tea Room and walked through Central Park. I will have to post the details tomorrow since it is very late now.

Printed on the back of the card is “Yankee Stadium™ — The House That Ruth Built™ and home for the 26-time World Series Champion™ The New York Yankees™ since 1923.”
Yankee Stadium during the day.
The 26 years the Yankees won the World Series.
For more postcard fun, visit postmistress Marie Reed
Why we love children… Courtesy of pure-essence.net
1. A kindergarten pupil told his teacher he’d found a cat, but it was dead. “How do you know that the cat was dead?” she asked her pupil. “Because I pissed in its ear and it didn’t move,” answered the child innocently. “You did WHAT?!” the teacher exclaimed in surprise. “You know,”explained the boy, “I leaned over and went ‘Pssst!’ and it didn’t move.”
2. A small boy is sent to bed by his father. Five minutes later….. “Da-ad….” “What?” “I’m thirsty. Can you bring drink of water?” “No, You had your chance. Lights out.” Five minutes later: “Da-aaaad…..” “WHAT?” “I’m THIRSTY. Can I have a drink of water??” I told you NO! If you ask again, I’ll have to spank you!!” Five minutes later…… “Daaaa-aaaad…..” “WHAT!” “When you come in to spank me, can you bring a drink of water?”
3. An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him “How do you expect to get into Heaven?” The boy thought it over and said, “Well, I’ll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, ‘For Heaven’s sake, Dylan, come in or stay out!'”
4. One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, “Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?” The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. “I can’t dear,” she said. “I have to sleep in Daddy’s room.” A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: “The big sissy.”
5. It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the children’s sermon. All the children were invited to come forward. One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the pastor leaned over and said, “That is a very pretty dress. Is it your Easter Dress?” The little girl replied, directly into the pastor’s clip-on microphone, “Yes, and my Mom says it’s a bitch to iron.”
6. When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the shower. She said, “Mommy, you are getting fat!” I replied, “Yes, honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her tummy.” “I know,” she replied, but what’s growing in your butt?”
7. A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself, “Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. Three plus six, that son of a bitch is nine….” His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, “What are you doing?” The little boy answered, “I’m doing my math homework, Mom.” “And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?” the mother asked. “Yes,” he answered. Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, “What are you teaching my son in math?” The teacher replied, “Right now, we are learning addition.” The mother asked, “And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a bitch is four?” After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, “What I taught them was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four.”
8. One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken Little tried to warn the farmer. She read, “…. and so Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said, “The sky is falling, the sky is falling!” The teacher paused then asked the class, “And what do you think that farmer said?” One little girl raised her hand and said, “I think he said: ‘Holy s**t! A talking chicken!'” The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.
9. A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, “I’m Mr. Sugarbrown’s daughter.” Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, “I’m Jane Sugarbrown.” The Vicar spoke to her in Sunday School, and said, “Aren’t you Mr. Sugarbrown’s daughter?” She replied, “I thought I was, but mother says I’m not.”
10. A little girl asked her mother, “Can I go outside and play with the boys?” Her mother replied, “No, you can’t play with the boys, they’re too rough.” The little girl thought about it for a few moments and asked, “If I can find a smooth one, can I play with him?”
11. A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father. She stands next to the barber chair, while her dad gets his hair cut, eating a snack cake. The barber says to her, “Sweetheart, you’re gonna get hair on your Twinkie.” She says, “Yes, I know, and I’m gonna get boobs too.”
>I took these pictures the other day, with my NEW camera, and I just don’t get it.
For those of you who don’t know, I work in Queens, NY. I take the train to the city (GCT) then the subway to Queens (which is part of NYC, unless you live in Manhattan). When I get off the subway, I have to walk across 6 lanes of traffic past the Pulaski Bridge. A side street, the turn lane (1)[leads to the bridge], two lanes going one direction (2,3)[one side of the bridge], two lanes the other direction (4,5)[the other side of the bridge] and lastly the turn lane coming off the bridge (6). Now it used to be that this had to be navigated without benefit of a crosswalk or traffic signals. Then one day, I noticed all these warning cones up and men with yellow vests and big machines. They were installing walk signals and painting a crosswalk. But they did more.
See what they did? They removed part of the curb and put in a ramp, I’m guessing for wheelchairs. This is past the first turn lane, and this was not always like this. Now after you cross the two lanes going over the bridge, there is a medium and there . . .
They made a nice little path. The next patch of concrete is like the first, they took out the curb and put a ramp, and then you come to . . .
a CURB! Can you imagine, you’re in a wheelchair and you go over the first ramp and then through and up and over again, you moving along all nice and happy (relatively speaking of course) and then all of a sudden, a freaking curb? WTF?










