Seeing Green

If you didn't know, we have a lot of old folk in this building. Old, curmudgeonly, quite loving white caps, set in there ways after centuries of life on this planet. You think they would care about Earth since many experienced the Paleozoic Era.

You see, every floor in our building has a compactor room. It's basically a miniature garbage closet that has a chute (which is way too small) for regular bagged and tied garbage and two pails marked for recycling. Sorta like these: (please click on the picture as it is too large to fit in the blog)



These aren't our actual stickers, but they are very similar. As you can plainly see, it is clearly illustrated what should go in each pail unless you are Mr. Magoo after getting a dilation test at the optometrist or one of the people that live on my floor. Yes, clearly your soda bottles should go where is says cardboard. I'm also pretty sure the actual slices of pizza can't be recycled to make another pizza.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not the most environmentally conscious person out there. In fact, I find a lot of people who preach green to be insufferably pretentious (just like you vegetarians!). I'm just saying, how hard is it to put a newspaper in a bucket that has a picture of a newspaper right on top of it. No wonder why monkeys made it to space before humans.

New Z's

The rest is history, but my bad puns are not.

We have completed operation grown up bed. We aren't full anymore. No, now a Queen in Queens. Perhaps that did not come out right. We are not starving cross dressers, but this week we will be sleeping in a new bed.

For that last couple of weeks, we have used our new storage bed frame, topped with our full sized mattress. It's a bit like Jared from Subway's pants. Big frame, tiny bed, and very cumbersome if you try to get in our out of them. Here is a picture of what our bed is supposed to look like:



Just imagine a shrunken down mattress and it not looking like Popeye's master bedroom. That's where we were. So this weekend we set forth to remedy this somnefarious situation. We would buy a bed this weekend for Pete's Sake.

So out we went to the furniture row, that is Queens Boulevard.

We laid down, we rolled, we bounced, we tested the edges, we punched, and we poked, and prodded with prices. And we bought our bed.

Here it is, sans creepy sheepy:


Welcome to the Serta Perfect Evening Spring Garden. It's the firm (we like firm, if you want to sleep on a cloud, get a beanbag) platinum mattress that was awesome enough to pass our rigorous standards*.

It is supposed to be delivered this week sometime and I can not wait. A actual bed that fits the furniture. We will be sure to post a full review upon sleeping on it.

If we are awake.


*Pretty much that it doesn't mush, but you don't break your hand if you karate chop it.

Fuel

It was all so simple then.

While we do love our home and enjoy the convenience of living to many forms of mass transportation and any drug store you fancy (because a lot of old people live here and they need a lot of drugs to stay alive), our return trips from Blue Bell have become a bit harder. Nevertheless, I think we have stumbled upon the best way to go. Get off at 125th Street & 2nd Ave and jump in a cab. It's the most convenient. If we had a car THAT would be convenient. I would really like a car. I think at this point actual furniture would be a more logical investment though.

Gratefully, Jung goes out of her way to drive us back into Manhattan. We could take the Jersey bus from her house, but she is too nice to let us experience their unreliable timetables and late night stops of every 15 feet.

Whenever we leave Blue Bell, we always leave later than we say we will, but for very good reasons.

1 - We love spending time with our family.
2 - We hate the prospect of another long car ride.
3 - We always have to stop at Wawa for the official snack of the Blue Bell North Express....



Yes, Kids and Grown-Ups love it so. The Happy world of Haribo.

It's true. I bought these gelatinous gems on a whim two trips ago and they were enjoyed by all. Before hitting the road this past Sunday, I picked them up again. The difference being that this time, the bag didn't make it half way through Jersey. You don't believe how good they are, just read this. It's true. The Germans have once again improved our driving experience. Who doesn't love mawing down on a confectionary cola, bottle and all? You don't? You probably enjoy Ezelkiel Bread or sumpthin!

Not only are Haribo Happy-Cola the perfect snack, but it allows me to circumvent my ridiculous self-imposed ban on soda.

But what about these:



I'm probably pushing it.

So the next time you are on a multi-state trip and need the greatest snack (at the moment) around. Don't hesitate. It's COLA-RIFFIC!

This post was brought to you by tractor. You make me happy, you make me sad, you're always changing gears.

Bizz

Hello All.

I would just like to say I like the new design of the blog, so thank you very much wife for freshening things up.

As you may or may not know, we have transformed a skinny wall in out kitchen to a magnetic chalkboard thanks to Rustoleum.

(Imagine Soon to Be Uploaded picture here)

One of the major features of said wall is a calendar with dates beautifully marked in sidewalk chalk. I have never really kept a calendar besides the occasional noted reminder taken in my phone, but I must admit it's pretty cool. I'm not sure if I've always had a busy social schedule (due to never actually seeing it written out), but it seems as if we are pretty popular these days. In fact, I'd contend that we have never been busier with friends, relatives, and appointments.

I have some theories.

1 - Combined Forces: We're on a double schedule. Not only are the things we have planned together on the wall, but individual commitments as well. Put all that up and it looks like we are pretty freakin' busy.

2 - We're just intriguing people. Not to be narcissistic, but I think people have a curiosity about hanging out with the married people. We're kind of a novelty, being that we don't really socialize with many married folk. Do people want to analyze us? I dunno. I think we are at the age when peers are beginning to think more about the future and as it becomes more immediate, they want to know how it all works. It's a different dynamic. I don't mean to imply that we have all the answers and people are taking notes, but perhaps we're sociological templates.

3 - We are just becoming more social. One of the most eye-opening things about the wedding was that we realized how easy it is to become antisocial. A couple relationship can be consuming, and planning a wedding even more so. But after seeing everyone at the wedding and experiencing the love and support from our friends and family, we had regrets about having put our other relationships on the back burner. We're not proud and we have resolved to change this. Thanks to everyone for sticking with us. Operators are standing by. We swear we are less lazy.

I am sure there are more reasons, but these jumped out at me. I am glad to be busy though. Makes you feel accomplished, like you aren't spending your life in the waiting room. Plus the socialization breaks up the home shopping, which while rewarding, can be a tad tedious and frustrating at times.

When will I post again. Soon hopefully. Looking at the kitchen wall I think next Tuesday works. It's a date.

HI

Sorry for the lack of updates. I keep meaning to but then forget to upload pics from my camera at home. We have lots of pictures to share.

Last night, i updated our new chalkboard/magnetic wall with our May and June schedule. May is turning out to be quite an eventful month, but sadly June is all bare. Maybe we should plan a trip in June? Or, we're open to having visitors!

Today at work, we had a "Spring Shenanigans" lunch party. I brought Iced Tea. After lunch, our director taught us how to make pinwheels and tissue paper flowers. Of course, I knew how to make the flowers already (thanks to Jungeunie) and so I made mine the way we did for the wedding favors. My coworkers all ooh-ed and ahh-ed and proceeded to give me a round of applause. It was awkward. People here are weird.

Now the entire office smells like onions from the hoagies we had and I feel ill from the macaroni salad. Counting down the minutes till I'm free for the weekend... 23 minutes to go! But so slooow. Have a great one!