Kickball baby!

Yesterday Joey and I had a kickball game in Central Park. We had a really good turnout of probly over 20 people with two teams. I was the captain of Team USA and Joey was captain of Team World. We drafted our teams old school...we each pick a person until no one was left. Which is terrible for the last person picked.







Go Freddy!


Elizabeth and Adam. Adam was one of my star players. He had mad skills on first base!



Even my sweet baby Nunca came out! She is huge!


My friend Beth getting ready to knock one out the park! She is awesome by the way! :)


Unfortunately Team World won 19-10. But we are having a rematch in mid June, where will have a major comeback! Root for the underdogs!


Team World:


And Team USA:


It was so much fun! It made me feel like a kid again, ahhh!

Glenn Close

This afternoon, Joey and I were searching for a place in the park to have our kickball game. On our way back home, these 2 small white dogs literally ran into Joey and he had to move out of the way. Afterwards Joey turned to me and said, "I think that was Glenn Close". (Well, the lady walking them. Not the dogs...:)I turned around, and sure enough. It was!

We got a picture, but it's not great.


Pretty cool.

Brooklyn Botanical Gardens

We set out to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens today. Unfortunately we were about a week too late to see the cherry blossom flowers that last about 2 weeks in early May. But it still turned out to be a nice day.

Oh yeah- Happy Mother's Day :)

taking one for the team...

Who seriously gets hurt from playing in a work sponsored softball game?

Oh, that's right. Me!

I sprained my left ankle yesterday running to first base. Ouchie wouchie! As Joey has said, I've led a "cake life" since I've never broken a bone or sprained anything. So this is a big deal to me. I have no tolerance for pain and get queasy looking at the grossness of my foot. Also, this isn't exactly the city to injure a foot or leg in. My life consists of walking everywhere!


Gross!!!!

A guy I work with, Patrick, was my hero last night. He gave me a ride home and stopped at Duane Reade so I could get some ace bandages. He graduated from NYU unergrad/grad school in biology....so he was my "doctor". He said it's a low sprain, which is the good kind apparently.

There is now a tradition that I bake Joey and his classmates a chocolate cake at the end of each semester. And the plans were made for last night. So instead of elevating my foot in front of the tv like a good girl, I went home baked a cake and made my way down to NYU. I thought I was fine....until I got home afterwards. I paid for my stupidity. It hurt. Bad. So today, I just took it easy and kept my walking to a minimum.

Injured "athlete" alert

I'd like to interrupt your regular programming to report that "someone" sprained their ankle during a softball game last night.

Stay tuned....there will be more in the hour.

Nice little detour...

I took a detour on my way to the subway today. It was so pretty, I took some pictures that I thought would be nice to post.

Dwinton/Pyramid

This past week flew by. I got to walk a few dogs, which was a lot of fun. My favorite was Dwinton in Soho. He was a big goofy 7 month old yellow lab. He's in training class and knows that he is supposed to keep walking when he sees other dogs walking down the street. He is allowed to play with them, but not pull you to them. So he found a way around it. When he sees dogs approaching , he completely shuts down. He lays on the ground with his paws stretched out in front of him and looks up at you with sad puppy eyes..."Please let me play?!"


Last night, Joey and I experienced our first horrible bar experience here in NY. We went to my friend's birthday party at this place called 'Pyramid'.


It is known to be a goth hangout, but last night was 80's night. It's safe to say we were miserable from the minute we walked into the bar. The people that go there are plain weird and it's in the lower east side which is sketchy. I didn't hear any good 80's music play, like Journey or Michael Jackson....just horrible stuff like that "hey mickey you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind. hey mickey!" Shoot me. I requested my favorite 80's song- Toto "Africa"....but never heard it play. I listen to that on the subway to block out annoying noise. I feel so nerdy, but it's such a great song!

Ok, back to telling you about 'Pyramid'. Did I mention that Joey, Freddy, and myself split a cab ride of like 20 bucks to get there, paid 5 bucks to get in, and 2 bucks for coat check? I can walk a block and get into a bar for free. Into a bar that happens to be a hundred times nicer than this place. We walked downstairs at some point, where we encountered with a smoke machine, hard core metal music, and goth people doped up on meth. We were not in Kansas anymore. We u-turned it back upstairs, and when I heard that cheesy 80's music I felt like I had reached heaven. Surreal I tell you.

They had a stage in the front of the dance room that sparked a brilliant idea. That idea was none other than climbing up unto it and dancing! I was bored, what can I say. Joey wasn't buying it, so it was me and Freddy up there. Doing the robot the whole time. Freddy pretended to be a dictator of the bar, by saying "dance! dance my minions, dance!" Then we had the bar photographer and Elizabeth taking pictures of us, so we pretended it was paparazzi. For the brief 10 minutes that lasted, it was fun. The other 4 hours of the night? Torture.































Then we ended the night flagging down a cab for 45 minutes in the rain. People were stealing cabs from us left and right. I'm sure you guys have had garage sales before, right? There is always a car that does a driveby glance at all of your stuff and then guns it. As of to say, "Lah te ta ta....I don't want any of that stuff." We had a cabbie do that to us. He asked us where we were going, then we got denied, and he gunned it. Jeez. Did we look like that much of a hazard?

Well, now I am going to finish watching "What not to wear" on TLC.

Toodles.