I wish I was in Pago Pago

So if you've ever wondered why my blog says I'm posting at 5:25 AM or something INSANE like that the answer is no, I am not a crazy morning person, and I am certainly not an insomniac [I.heart.sleep]. I do, however, have my blog time set to Pacific/Pago_Pago time. For those of you who don't know, Pago Pago looks like it is on a lovely little spec of an island in the American Samoa. I must admit, I had to google map that to find out.

I only wish I was with my lap top, sipping a Mai Tai, while blogging on the beach in Pago Pago, but what it comes down to is that I am too lazy to change the time zone to NYC Eastern/Standard time and thought Pago Pago sounded fun. Alas, I can only dream about being stranded on an island and must resort to living vicariously through my blog time. Example: I wonder what people are doing in Pago Pago right now? Well, let me check my blog time--it's 2:00 PM, they are probably on the beach playing volleyball. Oh to be sooo lucky.

[Plus, this way no one can tell that I sometimes blog at work b/c who knows how many crazy time zone hours away Pago Pago is? exactly. And if you do, please dont' tell.]

I am such a Rejuvenile

My dad said he was cleaning out our basement the other day and I asked if he could send me my babysitter's club books. Thanks to Vicki, we've all had the BSC Movie theme song in our head for the last month and are now nostaligic to read the books. In the same conversation, I mentioned to my dad that I was playing on a company kickball team. And he exclaimed "You're a rejuvenile!" A what? yes. You heard me right, a rejuvenile. Basically, someone who doesn't want to grow up.

Other characteristics of rejuveniles include:
-Eating cupcakes [yummmm who doesn't like cupakes?]
-Watching Cartoons
-Reading Harry Potter [I'm obsessed]

So officially, I am most definitely a rejuvenile. I think it means I'm fun.

To learn more read this article:
http://www.nytimes.com/2003/08/31/fashion/31JUVE.html?pagewanted=1&ei=5070&en=ddc55a41253a0fd9&ex=1154232000

Project Runway. . .TONIGHT!

Yes, I am obsessed with Project Runway and have been counting down the days til tonight's show. Wednesday is now my favorite day of the week--or if I miss it, thursday on my DVR. If you haven't watched this show, turn on bravo at pretty much any time, any day and they will probably be playing a re-run. Bravo is a slut like that playing shows over and over and over. . . Which is good if you don't have DVR, but the rest of the world should catch up technology wise.

And I'm getting intrigued in Bravo's new show Work out. I am a sucker for new Bravo TV Shows [Real Housewives of the OC much? SO GOOD] much to my boyfriend's dismay. I'm not that interested in Workout, however, I have been known to be sucked in to bad TV shows. . .[ummm I swear I've never watched My Fair Brady ;-)

Death By Powerpoint

I have a new Chinese Torture Device: It's called death by powerpoint. The person who is being tortured will have to look/fiddle/update/create powerpoints all day while said torturer [word?] will bring changes upon changes upon changes.

wait. that's my job.

Emily's Still A Fake. . .Yet the Billboards are Real

Interestingly, the billboards have shown up in more cities than just NYC. That's quite a hike for poor emily.

According to the NY Post, this is all a Viral advertising campaign for a new Court TV Show. . . [divorce court perhaps?] Kind of clever, but borderline annoying. Where do marketers draw the line?

That Girl Emily: A Fake?

Have any of you been sent this link http://www.thatgirlemily.blogspot.com/ about a crazy wife who finds out her husband is cheating on her and goes on 14 day craze of revenge? All the while, scribing her experience as a blog?Well, I say if you fall into the trap, treat it as fiction. Yes I believe that "That Girl Emily" is a faker. That.Girl.Emily.Fake.Fake.Fake.

If you want to see that picture close up and check for youself, click this link: http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1219/3272/1600/FAVORITE.0.jpg

TOTALLY Photoshopped. Although, the premise is interesting, Emily alludes to the fact that her friend Laura and Steven were indeed doing the dirty in previous posts. Once again, trying its validity.

It's an interesting social experiment--the blog has been up for 3 weeks and has 83,000 profile views. That's not hits people, that's profile views. Not bad for a scam. Once again, That Girl Emily is a fake fake fake.

Confirmation: The L Sucks

So, turns out my blog about the L being the busiest [or worst in my words] subway in NYC was correct. Thanks Vicki for passing along the info and thanks to Bill Kang's blog for backin me up! [www.billkang.com]

"so apparently, the L is the busiest train in new york. i think we all knew that … but look at these ridership stats:
1994 . . . 16,968,025
1996 . . . 18,107,243
1998 . . . 21,196,693
2000 . . . 26,155806
2005 . . . 30,452,319"

So it's doubled in 10 years and the number of trains hasn't changed. . .smmmaaarrrt.

Madonna: We are not worthy

About two weeks ago, I saw Madonna in concert. Other than the fact that she is the tiniest person I've ever seen [she was far away, but she basically looked like a 10 year old dancing provocatively on stage] she is also incredibly cool. I couldn't stop talking about how everything she did made my mouth drop halfway down my body. She was break dancing, flying down on disco balls [although, I heard on the subway that she didn't actually get on the disco ball until it landed on the ground. I was pretty disappointed, similar to when I heard there was no Santa Claus] and dancing around like a 21 year old in a night club. She also was surprisingly on key, which I hear in the past has been a problem.

In addition, I am still in awe that she is turning 50 soon. I'm pretty sure she has more energy than my 23 year old body and my 12 week old cat put together [my kitty has been particularly rambunxious lately]. Maybe she's a robot, I think that's the only thing that could explain it. [The tabloids claim it's Yoga, but that's not convincing enough for me. I'm thinking robot, or alien, definitely.]

Either way, it all comes down to how much cooler she is than the rest of us. And that's just something we're going to have to live with.

God Bless the Almighty Random

One of my favorite bloggers is Heather Armstrong at www.dooce.com. She also writes a column at alphamom.com and that is where I got the idea for this entry.

She put her ipod on shuffle [or as I call it "the Almighty Random"] and then outlined the first 10 songs. Like her, I tend to fear my almighty random. I have wayyyy too many songs on my ipod that I have never heard, or even know the band. Slightly embarassing, but seeing as my boyfriend is a music fiend he loves dropping thousands [literally] of songs into a playlist. I'm lucky if I have a chance to listen to half of them.

So, I am going to put 10 of my songs on display in complicance with Dooce's Ipod Shuffle rules. Rule Number 1: I can't skip a song I don't like or haven't heard. Number 2: Rule Number 1 is completely optional.

Song 1: Forever Goodbyes by 20 Minutes II Park.

Wow. I can't believe this song came up first. This is the band of one of my BEST friends Josh Gilmore and his counterpart Mitch. [check out their website http://www.20minutestopark.com/. It looks awesome!] This song in particular is one of my favorites, Mitch's voice is like butter and Josh's guitar as always is impeccable. I also LOVE the harmonica. This is one of the first songs that I heard from their newest recordings and I was totally blown away. I've always loved their band, but I've known 20 minutes since the beginning and at first their recordings were very humble. This one sounds very professional and I'm SO PROUD. Some of my best memories include a bunch of our friends sitting around singing Dave Matthews while Josh plays guitar. I'm so happy he's doing well. Josh--I only wish success in whatever you do. [ps come to NYC!]

Song 2: Rocky Mountain Moon by Louis Armstrong [Greatest hits]

To be honest, I've never heard this song, nor did I know that I had his greatest hits. However, I am a Louis fan, particularly the song Blueberry Hill. Every time I hear his scratchy beautiful voice I admittedly get a little pang in my heart. Blueberry Hill was the song playing when I was going to the Hospital when we found out my grandmother died. I know this sounds morbid, but it was actually a semi-happy moment because she was in a lot of pain and although I miss her the pain had stopped.

Song 3: Center of Attention by Guster
Guster is one of my all time favorite bands and this CD Lost and Gone forever is amazing. I love their energy, particularly when performing and their super unique sound. After seeing them, I fear for the bongo [conga? who knows] drummer banging his hands so rapidly during the show. I hope he knows a good hand doctor. They have a new CD out--I only got a preview but it sounds awesome.

Song 3: Roll Out Justin Timerblake
Andrew--is this some kind of conspiracy? I see that timbaland is featured in this song. . . interesting. Actually, I agree the beat is very good.

Song 4: Peaceful World John Mellencamp
Ohhh Johnny. I think I downloaded this song because he says "Go on Down from Indiana to Tennnessseeee" since I have an unhealthy obsession with songs that mention my home state. Surprisingly, Tennessee, Nashville, Memphis, Chattanooga, and Knoxville are mentioned in a large array of songs ranging from rap to country to Ben Harper [obviously worthy of his own genre]. I saw Johnny Mellencamp in Bloomington at IU with all of his 'townies' and I must say he puts on a rockin show.

Song 5: Get Mine Get Yours Christina Aguilera
I don't know where this came from. That's a lie. My friend Nick in 2nd year Univeristy liked her, so I downloaded the CD to give to him for his birthday. Damn automatic Ipod Updater!

Song 6: No Da Cariad David Gray
David Gray is MY ULTIMATE NUMBER 1 favorite artist. He does, however, have an abnormally large percentage of very depressing songs so when I used to listen to him all the time I would get in what Marissa would call 'David Gray Modes' where you are depressed but you have no idea why. It's amazing how music can affect me sometimes. This song definitely is no exception.

Song 7: Every day is a Winding Road Sheryl Crow
This is a fairly decent song and I am not afraid to admit that I am a Sheryl Crow Fan. Her first CD 'Tuesday Night Club'--INCREDIBLE. Remember that game where if you were going to a Desert Island and you could only take 5 cds which would it be? Well, Tuesdy Night Club is definitely on that list for me. That game really isn't pertinent anymore with the birth of the ipod--however, without power on a desert island, what would you do if you have to charge it? Speaking of which, how would you play your CD player for the 5 cds? Wow, it was sooo unrealistic to think you could play cds on a deserted island. Just how it's so likely I'll ever be stuck on a deserted island and have the time to pick 5 cds. I'm glad I thought of this.

Song 8: Everybody's got a story Amanda Marshall
This is a nice little ditty by a Canadian Amanda Marshall. It's an idealistic song about how we shouldn't judge people by first impressions aka "and that Taxi Driver has a PhD." Speaking of Cab Drivers, Andrew and I had this craziest cab driver a couple months ago. He gave us his card "Rolling for Jesus." I think that's all I have to say.

Song 9: #41 Dave Matthews Band
I heart Dave Matthews. Not so much anymore, although I respect him greatly as a musician, but more the memories he evokes within me. Every summer in high school, inevitably we all trekked over the Starwood Ampitheater to see Dave live. He is a frickin amazing performer, no doubt. No two shows are the same, and standing on our chairs cheering, dancing, while sniffing other people's weed was an event not to be missed.

Song 10: Pull My Chain Toby Keith
I was hoping a country song would get on here. weeeeee I have never heard this song [I do believe my brother put it on my ipod], however, I am a sucker for a country song. I think it's amusing how Toby Keith is marketing himself as ultimate white trash. Some funny songs of his to check out:

I'm just talking about Tonight -- Lyrics to watch out for: "I'm not talkin bout locking down forever, baby.That would be too demanding.I'm just talkin bout two lonely peoplewho might reach a little understanding" Nothing like a guy in a cowboy hat talking about promiscuous sex.

Courtesy of the Red White and Blue: Lyrics to watch out for : "Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his listAnd the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fistAnd the eagle will fly and its gonna be hellWhen you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bellAnd it'll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on youBrought to you courtesy of the red, white, and blue." I'm guessing he's a bush supporter. Just a thought.

Tada. My ipod straight up.

HAPPY CHIPOTLE GAUCAMOLE DAY!

So today Chipotle is donating their proceeds from the sale of guacomole to the Land Institute, an organization which supports sustainable agriculture. For more information click:

http://www.landinstitute.org/vnews/display.v/ART/448a52e41fca2

So Go and Get Your Gauc!!!

And while your at it. . .Go to http://www.thehungersite.com Every time you click it gives a cup of food to a hungry person in need. Happy clicking!

Switchin It Up. . .

I'm really liking this whole 'Blogging for Idiots' idea that Blogger came up with. . . I mean the fact that I can change my entire blog's template in .000000048 seconds is pretty damn cool. I also finally figured out how to add a title to my blog! weeeeee

I hate Rain: A Paradox

One of my favorite positions while sitting at my desk is folding one of my legs under my other thigh [like a half pretzel, except not as delicious]. I'm not quite sure why I do this; inevitably, my leg falls asleep, I get those awful pins and needles, and then move on to hit my foot repeatedly on the floor, while yelping in pain. But I proceed to sit this way anyways.

So, like every other day, I just pulled my leg out from under me, finished jumping around like a crazy lady and realized that my left thigh was sopping because the bottom of my pant leg was wet from walking in the rain. At which point I thought to myself: I hate rain.

At least at this moment. I hate rain because I LOVE slip on shoes. Flip-flop, flats, ballets, LOVE LOVE LOVE them. It makes my day not having to put on real shoes, socks, or tie a lace. However, I can only wear these types of shoes when there is warm weather and when there is warm weather there is rain. You don't have to be a weather man to know when you step outside and feel like you just popped out of the shower [however, not nearly as clean] that the sky is about to open up and monsoon. Unfortunately, rain and slip-on-shoes don't mesh. Which is why today, I hate rain.

However, one of my favorite things EVER is thunderstorms. Whenever I see that thunderbolt on the weather report [even if it's the 10 day forcast] I secretly jump for joy inside my head. I love when it suddenly gets so dark you think the world is going to end and hearing the pittle pattle of rain drops [both big and small] on the roof makes me giddy. These sounds are comforting to me and remind me of home [the rainforest, aka Nashville, TN].

Rainstorms also mean I can't go outside. Don't get my wrong, I enjoy warm, sunny, clear weather like the rest of us, but some of my favorite days are never getting out of my PJS, ordering food in, and watching TV. I label a 'successful indoor day' the ones where the most physical activity I get is moving from my bed, to the couch, to the door to tip my delivery guy. Sometimes, its just way better to stay indoors and I don't want to feel guilty about it. I am somehow comforted in the fact that I can be a lazy bum when its raining without someone saying 'But it's such a beautiful day!'. Beautiful day my ass, if I want to stay inside let.me.be. My friend Vicki claims that this is an 'East Coast' mindset, i.e. California doesn't have ugly days, so they are never guilted into going outside on the beautiful days because everyday is beautiful. [umm wasn't there flooding or something last year??? oh well] This theory does make sense, however, when I lived in Cali [albeit Northern] I do remember there being like 107 consecutive days of rain and lots of fog. Sounds like my idea of heaven.

When I moved from Montreal, people said to me, wow, you must really be glad to get rid of that weather. Initially I agreed, but now, I kinda miss it. Its nice in the winter to super duper cold outside and come home make a cup of hot chocolate and cuddle under a blanket. Yes, it does get tiring, but when Spring [okay canada doesn't really have spring, Winter and Summer] comes and people go CRAZY it's a lot of fun. We're all like little bears coming out from hibernation and the culmination of festivals, people playing sports outside, BBQs and the like is incredible. Yes, I'm sure California has all these things too. However, after a long winter of minus 40 degree weather, nearly getting frostbite LIKE EVERYDAY, and snow on the ground for 6 months I have a hard time believing they appreciate the good weather as much. Or feel the same joy hearing people FINALLY telling them to get outside because "It's a beautiful day."

Poor US :-(

p.s. I'm still angry about the US-Ghana game and am not in an OK emotional state to blog about it yet. I'm afraid the entry would not be PG13.

Andrew Hearts Nelly Furtado

Andrew: I'm buying the new Nelly Furtado CD.

Lindsay: You're what?

Andrew: Yeah, Timbaland did the beats.

Lindsay: Justin Timberlake?

Andrew: No stupid, Timbaland. But he also did Justin's beats. I must admit I like him too.

Lindsay: We're breaking up.

Welcome to Brooklyn Suburban White Girl. . .

I wouldn't by any means say I am a cultured individual, but I wouldn't describe myself as un-cultured either. Having lived in 4 different parts of the country and 1 in Canada, you could say "I've been around." But living in the suburbs of San Fran and Nashville, and essentially a glorified burb in Minneapolis and Montreal is 180 degrees, 100%, not even close to the diversity and the urban life I am living in now.

Enter Williamsburg. Artists originally migrated here for the cheap [ok cheaper] rent and big lofts so that they could easily throw their paint around and not bother their neighbors. Now, hipsters flock to this Brooklyn niche for cool restaurants, a great vibe, and easy access to Manhattan. Rent has risen and condos are going up like spring flowers. What makes Williamsburg so interesting is that the hipsters are in the middle of this well founded community--Andrew calls them [i guess ourselves included] interlopers. In North Williamsburg, are the Polish. In the South, the Puerto Ricans. In the way South, the Hasidic Jews. And dabbled all in between are hipsters taking advantage of cheaper rents. I reside in the New Puerto Rico, or as I call it 'West Side Story.' I frickin love it [the musical and the place I live]. I dont' mean to swear here, but I'm serious, it's awesome. I absolutely love living in a area where I can't understand what 75% of the people are saying. [I mean, who needs to communicate?] And since I'm anti-US these days, I like to feel as if I am living in a foreign country.

I think the most educational part of living in Williamsburg is taking the JMZ subway. I despise the L [see below] so the JMZ is my subway of choice 90% of the time. The people on here are amazing. For instance: I constantly see people reading 'urban novels.' Have you ever heard of an urban novel? Maybe I'm an idiot, but I hadn't. My favorite is Eve. I haven't read it, but the amazon.com description is below:

"In this juicy, hard-hitting hip-hop romp, K'wan (Hoodlum) paints an almost too raw, black-and-white portrait of Eve Panelli, a banging little Harlem outlaw who's had to grow up fast since the murder of her parents—Joe-Joe, her Italian-Irish dad, a "soldier" in an Italian mob family, and Shanice, her black mother. At 17, Eve feels like a $5 whore when she gets out of juvenile detention after taking the heat for two fellow Harlem gangstas, Felon, whom she's secretly sweet on, and Butter, his closest road dawg. Felon loves Eve, but he's also a hustler who'd "rather be cold and rich than warm and broke" when he begins dealing with Carlo DeNardi, the degenerate son of the mobster who offed Eve's parents. Aside from her cool Uncle Bobby, a vet in a wheelchair, Eve's true "fam" becomes the Twenty-Gang sistaz. The brutal murder of Cassidy, Eve's best home girl and crime partner, leads to Eve's heart-stopping opportunity for revenge and a thrilling conclusion. "

MOBSTERS? JUVEY? HARLEM? Incredible. This is a far cry from the coming of age babysitters club books I read--the closest I ever got to diverse reading was Maya Angelou. And there are loads of these 'urban novels'. When I click on Eve, lovely Amazon.com reccommends that I buy: Payback is Mutha, Bitch, and Riding Dirty on I-95. You just don't get this kind of stuff in Nashville. *

I think the point to which I knew this urbanism was wearing off on me was when I saw a Coors light commercial during the World Cup. First of all, I am watching the World Cup. 90% of Suburban America doesn't give two shits about Soccer. Anywho, the commercial was on an urban street, similar to one on brooklyn, and people were blasting their boom boxes and having BBQs right on the sidewalk. 3 months ago, I would not have believed it. [I mean, who has boom boxes anymore, and a BBQ on the street? blasphemy]. But it happens. On My street. Almost every day. And it's awesome. I can now almost relate to that Coors commercial and welcome that Soul train coming down the street to cool me off on a hot summer day [I am sooo urban. ok almost].

So it's only been 2 months. So I don't speak spanish nor own a boom box. But I am lovin livin the urban life. Peace Out.

*Please note I am in no way making fun of these books or the people who read these books. I think this kind of stuff is great, and I love learning about new things. Also, I admire that they are reading books, for I myself, have not finished a book in ages. I dont' know if this * is necessary, but I just wanted to make sure.

Oh US. . .

So, the US tied against Italy on Saturday [Yes TIED, which is good for the US but pisses me off. please see point b on Friday's post]. They played marginally better than they did against the Czech's. But, I don't eat my words quite yet.

Watch out for the Ghana game on thursday!

Why is the US not "into" the world cup? It's quite simple really.

Here is My Hypothesis [based mainly on me and my observations]:

a. I am very competitive. I like to win. I am American. By the commutative property, Americans are competitive and Americans like to Win.

Things the US win at:
1. Baseball [sometimes--more than not]
2. Tennis [atleast womens]
3. Golf
4. Football [ok so no one else plays, but we're still really good]
5. Skiing, Snowboarding, Ice Skating [We Rock the Winter Olympics]
6. Swimming, Running [And we rock the summer olympics ]
7. War [or atleast we spin the media to look like we did]

But soccer, we're not quite there. So until we are, It's just not that enjoyable.

b. I believe in games there should be a winner and a loser. In soccer [atleast in the first rounds] you can tie. TIE. You can go an ENTIRE 90 Minutes and feel like you are no better or no worse than you started. That bothers me.

3. I can't get into the other teams/countries--I like rooting for the US. I would never call myself overly nationalistic, but I like the US and I like it when they win. [Maybe it's because we have cool colors?]

I must admit, when I watch a medal ceremony [we had 25 to be exact in the last Olympics-but who's counting?] and the US flag goes up, I feel proud to be an American. By the way, I'm not quoting Lee Greenwood's song here [p.s. i had to look up who sang that song] but i do feel like I get a teensy bit more patriotic every time I watch a US sporting event. Atleast the ones we win.

But back to soccer. We suck. The last game against the Czech Republic was one of the most frustrating and uninspiring games I've ever watched. We got our asses kicked, and none of the US players seemed to care. No, I did not talk to any of them, and Yes, I do believe they cared, but they certainly didn't show it in their play. Now a team like Trinidad and Tobago kickin it against England yesterday, that's a team that has heart. Trinidad's population is about 1 Million [yes I had to look that up too] and their tiny little country has more heart in in their goalie's pinky finger than our entire US team. Quite impressive.

So why doesn't the US soccer team have heart? Maybe it's a classic chicken and the egg story. For a team to have heart and start winning, does it need a fan base with heart? But to get a fan base with heart, do you have to win? One thing to note: there are some hotties on the US team--but they're kind of few and far between. Maybe there's a correlation between ratings and hot guys on teams? I'm just saying. Might mention it to the coaches when they are doing try outs next time round. Nice food for thought on a Friday.

Happy weekend!

The L: The Worst Subway Line in NYC?

I am going to go out on a limb and say that the Bedford L is probably one of the worst subways in NYC, at least in rush hour traffic in the morning. I do realize that the subway gods are going to frown down upon me now and my subway karma is probably shot to hell, but it's a risk I'm willing to take.

I just don't understand it. It's a seemingly simple business model: Lots and lots of people take the train in the morning, so add more trains. Let me try to make you comprehend how crowded the train is in the morning, keeping in mind that I've been on my fair share of crowded trains--all over the boroughs of New York. First off, the wait for a Rush Hour train should be no more than 2 minutes. The average train on the L is probably 5-10, which doesn't seem like a lot but for a morning train it is. I could handle waiting the 5-10 minutes, if I was gauranteed to get on the train. However, 5-10 minutes is enough time for seemingly thousands of people to congregate on the tiny platform that is the Bedford L. Which means, if the train decides to stop {many trains are so full that they go express to Manhattan}, I can't get on. Which means average wait per train: 5-10 minutes, average trains go by I can't get on: 2. Which means I wait an average of 20-30 minutes for the bedford L in the morning, which is why I usually take the JMZ. Ridiculous. But there is one reason that I am starting to smile upon the Bedford L. . .

Meet Roxy. Our new kitten. She's about 8 weeks old {they think} and is cute as a button.


Where did I get her? Funny you should ask. I was minding my own business on the Bedford L {which I hate, see above} and this lady sits next to me holding the tiniest, cutest kitten you've ever seen {which I love}. Like a bug to a light, I immediately started petting her and asking questions about her. The lady, who admittedly was a bit skeezy, didn't have much to say about her other than she's trying to find her a home. Next thing I know, the kitten is on my lap and I've agreed to take her. I must give the sketch subway lady a bit of credit here: having me hold her and telling me that she's going to a foster home definitely brought out those motherly kitty emotions making me agree to the take her without fully thinking.

But the funnier part of the story comes with the fact that I am on the subway. Holding a Kitten. In a blanket. And I am supposed to meet my friend. Additionally, it's ironic that I was on the L {did I mention I hate the L?} So, I get off the subway just chillin' like I don't have a live feline in my arms. I guess it's NYC, people {myself included} see crazier things every day. However, I do not like being that quasi-crazy thing people are staring at. But I know they are staring at Roxy because she is cute, and not me because I am crazy {arguable}. Luckily, there's a PetCo in Union Square {I heart NY} and I got all I needed for Roxy {the One stop shop, gotta love Big Box Stores}.

And that's it! Now Andrew {boyfriend} and I are pet owners. Which is a little worrying, seeing as half the time we can't take care of ourselves. But we'll be okay. And now I guess I have a slightly fonder view of the Bedford L. slightly.

And then there was YAHTZEE. . .

Yes, Folks. Yesterday I saw someone on the subway playing Yahtzee. Electronic Yahtzee. I know you're saying, Lindsay, What? I didn't know Electronic Yahtzee existed! It's probably the inspiration for this blog. To let the world know that, Yes, Electronic Yahtzee Exists, and to be honest I'm not sure why.

I like REGULAR Yahtzee for a couple of reasons:
1) You get to throw dice. [Banging those little plastic squares around in a box is good fun. ]
2) You get to play against REAL PEOPLE. [So i'm a teensy bit competitive. Ok. A lot. ]
3) I like Math. [I'm a Math Nerd wannabe. Adding is fun. Put that on a t-shirt.]

Reasons no one should like Electronic Yahtzee:
1) You don't get to throw dice. [Dice in a plastic box is also good anger management!]
2) You don't play against real people. [Being social is good]
3) and you don't get to do Math. [Using your brain is also good]

I am a little worried about people like http://www.epinions.com/content_30070640260. The fact that you could spend THAT LONG writing a review on epinions about electronic yahtzee is beyond me. [hmm the fact that i'm blogging about this? errrrrrrr uhhh]

To entertain myself on the subway, I prefer reading or if it's a particularly crowded subway day, just listening to my iPod. If I had to choose an electronic game of sorts, it would definitely be Tetris. My phone is ghetto so it doesn't have any games, however, my boyfriend just recently purchased the new RAZR phone which has Tetris. He claims he doesn't like his RAZR--Sure, it's super thin, the 'IT' phone, and has Vcast blah blah blah, BUT the RAZR's most redeeming quality is definitely TETRIS. I compare to Tetris to your first love, or that crush that got away. You can pretend you're over him [I swear I'm not addicted] and don't need him anymore [I haven't played in YEARS], but it's purely a case of out of sight out of mind. The second I see those colorful shapes falling from Tetris heaven it's like we were never were apart.

And that my friends, is my first blog entry. Softball game tonight, I'll update you tomorrow.