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NYC is an amazing city filled with an advanced transit system, efficient services, polite people, incredible fashion and then it rains and all hell breaks loose.  The flood gates open and it is literally a sink or swim attitude. Yes, waking up to a cold miserable rainy day can make even the most cheerful person want to crawl back under the covers but there is a different kind of nastiness that takes over Manhattan.  Unlike other cities where it is a minor inconvenience to have to grab an umbrella or raincoat and stay dry from the walk to and from your car, there is no such luxury in this city.  This is the city of walking… everywhere.  Rain or shine.

The dogs still have to go out, the kids still have to go to school, groceries still need to be bought and library books still have to be returned.  All of these things come with a very special challenge all their own, when you wake up to the driving wind and rain hitting the side of your apartment building.  I am sure many New Yorkers call in and hide out.  It is very tempting, believe me.

When it rains in this city the first thing that happens is that the sewers start backing up.  Yummy.  Here is the corner outside of our building after a LIGHT rainfall.  Usually you can’t even walk across the cross walk because it is totally flooded.  Word to the wise, don’t ever, EVER, walk into a puddle if you cannot see how deep it really is.  Trust me, you only do this once to learn your lesson.

 

Beware of the MONSTER sized puddle!!

 

Secondly, the sea of umbrellas in the street is crazy!  Ahh, the umbrella wars, this becomes a game in itself as you jockey for position on the sidewalk trying to make room for your little bit of tent space.  By the way, the people carrying golf size umbrellas have their own special place reserved in hell. If you can make it to your destination without getting poked in the eye or soaked by someone else’s umbrella, consider yourself incredibly lucky. You would think that the large buildings in Manhattan would add some layer of protection from the elements. Not so!!!  What happens is that the buildings create giant wind tunnels that make it nearly impossible for a person to keep their umbrella right side in or to even hold on to it at all.  There is nothing more depressing than walking along the streets after a storm and seeing all of the broken umbrellas that litter the curbs. And if you are that poor unfortunate soul that has forgotten your umbrella at home, don’t worry, as soon as the first drop of rain falls, the umbrella vultures (my word for them) come out of the alleys and sell umbrellas to the cold and desperate. This IS the land of opportunity!

 

Jostling for position at pick-up at the girls school

 

Many of you are probably thinking, “Why not just jump into a cab?” or “Take the subway or bus?”.  You would think that this would be a sane solution on a rainy day but no, it is not.  All of the people that are usually out on the sidewalks have the same idea.  Public transit becomes crazy.  Subway cars are PACKED with dripping, sniffling, miserable commuters. Cabs are like little yellow elusive bugs.  They are everywhere, but some smug dry person is already sitting in the back, laughing at the people getting soaked by the puddles the cabbies are driving through and splashing up on to the curbs.  You want to hate them but instead all you feel is intense jealousy and the urge to cry.  Is it any wonder that in a fashion forward movement that only New Yorkers could pull off, rain boots have become a totally acceptable and encouraged accessory.  You NEED rain boots, remember that I mentioned before that the sewers back up? Here are a few samples of people embracing the rainy weather and showing off their wet weather style.

 

Loving the Skull and Cross Bones!

 

 

GRRRRR!!!

 

 

These are some SERIOUS boots!!

 

 

Ahh, the HUNTER, the classic Manhattan must have boot.

 

 

Kids need to get in on the fun too!

 

When it rains for days at a time and it seems like there is no end in sight.  I try and remind myself that the sidewalks need a good wash and the plants need it and… awww hell, just stop already!  I am beginning to want to curl up and hibernate.

 

I am in my happy place, I am in my happy place, I am in...

 

And then of course IT happens… You wake up and all you can hear are the buses, garbage trucks and sirens.  The rain has stopped.  The glorious sun is cresting over the buildings.  In the morning light the city looks brand new and the possibilities of the day are endless.  And just like that my heart bursts and I fall in love all over again.

 

The sun shining over the Romeo & Juliet statue in Central Park

 

This past week I actually had the opportunity to join Ron on one of his work trips.  This has never happened before as his trips always coincided with the fact that I too, was working.  As luck would have it, Ron was attending a conference in Las Vegas.  I was super psyched. I mean really, what fun things could there possibly be to do in Sin City??!! I was a Las Vegas virgin and was pumped to explore what the hype was all about. After all, my motto IS “It’s Always An Adventure…”

I dragged myself to the airport at the ungodly hour of 5:00 am and boarded the jam packed plane to Viva Las Vegas! Ron’s flight left three hours after mine AND he got to fly business class, but hey who was I to complain? I was going to Vegas. After an uneventful flight (the way I prefer it) and a gorgeous view of the Grand Canyon we arrived in steaming hot Nevada.  I had forgotten how hot the desert heat is, the kind of heat that takes your breath away as you exit the air conditioning.  But then I saw the palm trees and everything was right with the world.  Something about palm trees lowers the blood pressure and reminds you to relax.

Hello Palm Trees!

I mistakenly thought that it would be a good idea to take the shuttle bus to the hotel.  I waited for over 45 minutes in the heat and there was no bus in sight.  The crowd at the stop was getting larger and larger and the mood was getting ugly.  I quickly deduced that when the bus came, if I even had a chance of getting on, I would have to throw down with a nasty old blue hair and since I was on vacation, trying to chill out, I didn’t see that happening ;).  So, at the end of my patience rope, I invited a couple near me to join me in my cab (my treat) since we were both going to the same place.  We had been chatting in line (on line) and they seemed like nice guys. The three of us hopped into a cab New York style and we were soon at our destination, The Paris Hotel. In true pay-it-forward karma Kenny and Jay ended up being Diamond Club members and they were able to have me check in with them at the elite travellers area AND our room was up-graded significantly.  A BIG thank you to Kenny and Jay- we still owe you champagne.

While I waited for Ron, I explored the Paris Hotel. It reminded me of Disney World for adults.  The interior of the hotel was done up like a street scape of Paris; including storefront images, cafes, fake cobblestone streets and even a clear blue starry ceiling. Throughout the hotel and casino french “musique” was piped in.  There was even authentic cigar and cigarette smoking in the casino area, something you definitely have to get used to when you are coming from first, smoke-free Ottawa and then smoke-free New York.  And of course, who could forget, the piece de resistance: The Eiffel Tower.

The Eiffel Tower in front of The Paris Hotel, Las Vegas

Ron arrived and we were able to explore the Strip and check out the sights and sounds of Vegas.  There was soo much to look at, the analogy that kept running through my mind was that the Strip of Vegas is very similar to Times Square.  It is a flashy, gawdy area filled with lost tourists, restaurants, shows of all kind, street performers, upscale and discount stores as well as the promise that you really can get anything you want, including if you believe the men on the corner “girls delivered to you in twenty minutes”.  Drinks around the clock, gambling 24/7, washed out performers (hello, Donny & Marie), excess, seedy underground, everything to the extreme. In short, exactly how I expected it to be.  Ron and I had a blast.

Margaritaville

Drinks for Two!

Really? Does anyone else find it weird that they don't age???!!!

Ron did have to work which left me with lots of time on my own to explore.  I visited the numerous Casino’s/Resorts along the Strip including The Bellagio, Caesar’s Palace, Aria, Mandarin OrientalMGM Grand and of course, New York, New York. Both the Mandarin Oriental and The Aria are beautiful new hotels in the new City Centre Complex and have gorgeous amenities.  For old school fun, MGM Grand is huge and has the classic feel of the casino you see in the movies.  MGM Grand also has an incredible social media team.  I jokingly tweeted from MGM that I was lost and that I would gladly take help from a sugar daddy or hot CSI’s. Within the half hour I received a message via twitter  from MGM asking if I had found my way around and if I needed any other further assistance.  Wow, I am still blown away by this!

New York, New York is a similar type of hotel to the Paris, it is done up to look like the streets of Manhattan.  Both The Bellagio and Caesar’s Palace are stunning hotels/casino’s filled with high end shopping and dining.  It is tempting to spend A LOT of money in Vegas 🙂

Caesar's Palace (it always makes me giggle because I think of "The Hangover")

The Mighty MGM Grand

The Aria

The View of The Bellagio from Our Room

New York, New York =)

Some of the highlights of the Vegas trip for me were some very un-Vegas like things.  I enjoyed the down time.  I lounged by the pool. I read my book.  I avoided line ups and crowds of touristy things to do.  I went to the spa at Caesar’s Palace, called Qua.  It was incredible.  I spent the morning there after my massage enjoying the hot/cold tubs, steam room, sauna and lounge.  Basically I took a break and spent some time with me and my husband.  Yes, I enjoyed Las Vegas. But I have to admit, I think what I really enjoyed was a few days alone with myself and Ron, chilling out and remembering how to enjoy my own thoughts and each other’s company. It has been a bit of a stressful time over the last six months and it was nice to just take a breather.  Even if at times it was hot, hot, smoky desert air.  Will I be going back to Vegas anytime soon?  Who knows? What happened in Vegas, helped to restore some of my sanity and for that, everyone is grateful.  Thank you, thank you very much.

I leave you with THE KING.

Dopey Dog In The City

We moved all the way to New York City, the urban jungle, the concrete playground, the mecca for tall buildings so that Dopey dog could finally discover wildlife. This is not a joke. Back in the suburban hood life of Findlay Creek, the only other animal that he was exposed to was the neighbour’s cat. Not so here. He has a new obsession, the common squirrel. In the Creek, the trees were not large enough for the fluffy tailed critters. Here, in NYC, lots of big old trees equal lots of fast moving friends to be chased. And chase he does. You are probably thinking to yourself “so what?”. I mean what could possibly go wrong with a 100 pound dog trying to reach a squirrel up a tree on a Manhattan sidewalk crowded with people? Starting to get the picture? Yep, it isn’t pretty. Especially when I am also trying to hang on to the old man (Bogie- dog) and usually a large bag of freshly picked up dog turd. I can often be heard saying out loud to no one in particular, “Now Dopey, stop chasing the squirrels, they don’t want to play” as I am firmly planting my two feet, trying not to be pulled off the ground, while horrified Nannies give me scathing looks as they are sure Dopey is about to eat the children they are in charge of. I feel like telling them “Don’t worry, he only goes after squirrels, pigeons, rats and the occasional cockroach that crosses his path on the sidewalk”. Somehow I don’t think this will reassure them. All the while Bogie stands there looking horribly embarrassed and disgusted by the behaviour of his dog brother.

Yesterday, in a move resembling nothing short of brilliance, I decided to take Dopey with me when my mother and I went for a walk in Central Park. I guess I had forgotten how many trees there are in the park and well, you know, squirrels. It was a battle of wills and sheer strength but in the end I think I made my point. I was the human dammit, and he would listen or not…

On the hunt...

Success! Squirrel!

We survived. My shoulder is a bit sore today and Central Park squirrels remained safe. Dopey dog seems to be tired out. It is hard being the Dopey Dog in the City. People stop to admire him, want to play with him, ask about his fashionable Canadian leash and sometimes the occasional paparazzi (tourist) wants a photo with him. It’s a dog’s life!

Today on the first day of Fall, my parents and I visited one of NYC’s wonderful tourist sights, The Intrepid Museum.  Enjoy the photo montage.

I believe it actually says "Beware of Jet Blasts"

Awww... Mom and Dad

The Majestic Intrepid 1943-1974

I don't know where Tom Cruise is, but I found my Tomcat! (F-14)

LOVE!!

View of Midtown Manhattan from the flight deck

The Concorde and the Cruise Ship Parked "next door" to the the Intrepid

The Bell for De-Commission

"Requesting a Fly By..."

"Where'd who go??" (A little military presence, President Obama is in town today)

A spectacular day, indeed...

Oh Yes, He Is Stalking Worthy 😉

Yes, there are many celebrities in New York. If you have ever read People Magazine or US Weekly, you will see that they are just like you and I, except for all of the fame, fortune and paparazzi that follow their every move.  Just like us, my ass.  Or are they?  I have now lived in NYC for two and a bit months and I have SEEN some celebrities.  Most notably, the President and his motorcade that just happened to cross our paths as the girls and I were walking home from camp one day.  Oh, and last weekend we walked by Anderson Cooper- gorgeous, but much shorter in real life. Just like Taye Diggs, who my friends and I saw at a Broadway Show once. I am sure that I have seen numerous other celebrities too.  When I say I am sure, I mean, I am not totally sure at all.  Because yes, they are like us. I have been out on the street and walked by a person and thought “Hey, that looks like…” or “I wonder if that was…” There are millions of people in NYC and they tend to just blend in, most of the time. Sometimes they are just too famous to be ignored.

This morning, I received a breathless phone call from my good Canadian friend (living in NYC) who shall remain nameless.  She was beside herself with excitement.  A friend had called her to say that Matt Damon was currently in the park with his children.  This friend of mine had been desperately trying to see Matt Damon (he lives in her ‘hood) since she moved to NYC, a year and a half ago.  All of her other friends that lived around her had seen him but she seemed to ‘just miss him’ all the time.  Today, she was determined.  She raced out her door and ran (not walked) to the park only to get half way there and find out via text that he had just left.  This did not deter my stubborn friend, she decided to wait near his building on the off chance that he would return home.  Her determination was rewarded as she caught a brief glance of the Damon family as their paths crossed.  She was elated.  I mean, who wouldn’t be?  Matt Damon, in the flesh- yummy!

Is this crazy? Maybe. Fun? Sure.  I mean really, if you are going to live in NYC, you might as well try and do a little celebrity watching (err, stalking) from time to time. Would I have scrambled out of the apartment to see Matt Damon?  Hmmm… hard to say.  I guess if I had nothing else to do 😉 After all, I have been known to walk the dogs by the Gossip Girl set when filming or stand on a street corner watching scenes of movies being shot. I think I would prefer my BIG celebrity sighting to be random.  This probably means that I will be picking up a large dog turd and will come face to face with Brad Pitt.  I will keep you posted… Remember, It’s Always An Adventure!

My parents are in town visiting and we woke up to the usual weekend question of “what are we going to do today?”.  It sounds silly in a city like New York, that a person would even have to think twice about this question but sometimes having too many options can be extremely daunting. So, there we were sitting at breakfast trying to think of something to do that would engage three generations of, well, stubborn critics.  After another big gulp of caffeine, I went to my trusty new resource “Time Out New York For Kids”. It was there that I found out that the Feast of San Gennaro (street fair) was being held in Little Italy.

Yesterday was a beautiful late summer, early fall day in NYC. The skies were slightly overcast and the temps were warm, a perfect day to enjoy a classic weekend street fair.  A NYC street fair is a must see. They happen on most weekends in alternating parts of the city. Roads are closed off to cars so that pedestrians can meander down the middle of the block checking out various vendors that range from jewellery, t-shirts, artists, crafts, local shops and food.  Did I mention FOOD?  It is hard to wander by a street fair without checking it out because the food alone, will entice even the most jaded New Yorker.  So, we piled into the subway and made our way down to Little Italy to check out the Feast.

Little Italy in NYC basically consists of one glorious street- Mulberry Street.  I know that there are other wonderful Italian neighbourhoods in NYC, but the classic “Little Italy” is on Mulberry Street wedged in between Chinatown on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. It is an exciting street filled with culinary and cultural delights.

Mulberry Street

As a family, we navigated the crowds and were entertained by the various sights and sounds.  I still can’t get the song “Mambo Italiano” out of my head.  And then of course, there was the food.  Here is just a small sampling of some of the incredible offerings:

Deep Fried Oreos, Anyone?

Sausage?

A Feast Of Pasta

Don't Forget Dessert...

The hardest part of the walk was trying to figure out which delicacy to try.  The kids made it easy and wanted to try one of everything. The big hits of the day were the homemade Cannoli, Lemonade and Icies.  And of course, the rides.  Although, there IS something a bit un-nerving seeing a ferris wheel (even a mini-one) placed in between buildings in Manhattan.

A Mini Ferris Wheel on Grand Street

It was definitely a fun way to spend the afternoon and I don’t think we scared the parentals too much except when we hit the crowds on Canal Street to get home.  HA! It really is always an adventure… One that even Snooki and The Situation would have approved. 😉

Enough Said.

It has become painfully (ouch!) clear to me that in order to live in New York City you must become a little obsessed with your feet. Here is a pic of my poor, sad feet after a day of shopping.

I know, I have a terrible Sandal tan!

Yes, I am in desperate need of a pedicure.  Yes, that is NYC dirt and grime stuck between my toes and YES, I do have a band-aid on my heel!!

When I was out in the stores today and was stuck on line* purchasing small, inexpensive items (hubby reads my blog) I began to notice an alarming trend on many of the women who were waiting ahead of me.  They all had band-aids of various shapes and sizes sticking out of their numerous types of footwear.  Surely they were not all wearing new shoes or were tourists.  And then I remembered, the seasons were changing. I am sure, like the purpose of my band-aid, they were breaking in old shoes as they wore them out for the first time in months.

NYC, is a very un-forgiving city in many ways, but it is especially hard on the feet. The poor old tootsies are beaten up on a daily basis, subjected to various types of torture including; gum on the sidewalks, dog droppings, random garbage, broken bottles, puddles of un-identifiable liquid, stepping on toe-itis in jammed subway cars, and of course, the worse offender- FASHION!  Say hello to these babies that I HAD to purchase today and I am sure will be very comfortable when I am standing for hours at a time 😉

Hello Gorgeous!

Is it any wonder that the only thing that is more prevalent than Starbuck’s on the streets of Manhattan is the Nail Salon/Club.  They are everywhere.  You can run in and get a pedicure in record time.  For a very small cost. I should be writing this post from a nail salon, my feet deserve it.  It is not smart to neglect your feet in Manhattan, they are the main mode of transportation. Unless of course you are in the economic stratosphere where you have your own personal driver.  But, if you had your own driver you would miss out on the best part of NYC, all of the fun of walking and exploring each site one pace at a time.  Where’s the adventure in that?

*ON line is a NYC term, native to New York that actually means IN line.  For example: “Excuse me, are you waiting on line to get tickets for the show?”.  Weird, I know.

I started off my morning in a bit of a panic, I still did NOT have my usual finishing spray and I desperately needed it.  Those of you with wild, curly hair will understand that hair products are like gold.  Once you have found something that actually works to tame the beast you will go above and beyond to find it again!!  I have not been able to find my “gold” anywhere near my apartment and believe me, I have tried a few other products this week with not soo glamorous results.

Yes, that is my REAL hair!

So, off I went on my quest to search and find the elusive hair spray.  See, here’s the thing… I couldn’t actually remember what the name of the store was, only what side of the street it was on and I had no idea how many blocks up it was.  In NYC, this could be a disaster.  I could be walking forever. The store could be closed or under renovation. I did not even know what time it opened. Thankfully, I reminded myself that there was a Starbucks on every other corner and I would not die of dehydration of my journey.

Here are a few things I observed on my morning walk:

1.  Allergies in NYC in the fall, SUCK, big time.  Who knew that in the concrete jungle there would be soo much pollen and well, other stuff bugging my eyes on this fine September morning.  Ugh.

2.  People actually still use pay phones.  And, that there is sometimes a line for the phone.  Who knew? Personally, I am not sure I want to ever use a NYC pay phone, probably because I would actually have to TOUCH it. But the advertising IS kind of hot.

Random Pay Phone on Broadway

3.  There is fabulous artwork all over the City and usually when you least expect it.  Here is a the beautiful mosaic piece on the storefront of a restaurant called “Two Boots Pizza”.

Two Boots Pizza (UWS)

4.  There are a surprising number of LandRovers in this City.  Surprising because I don’t foresee that there is a lot of rough terrain to maneuver through in Manhattan.  I haven’t seen too many off-roading opportunities.  Although I guess for many people, bigger means more status, right??!!

The Mighty LandRover

But, I digress… I did finally make it to the store I was looking for, it was only a mere TWENTY blocks!  And.. of course I forgot to write down the name of it, so the next time I try and remember where it is I will have to walk down the street and hope for the best again.  However, I did buy FOUR bottles, so hopefully I won’t have to go back any time soon.

As my wonderful hubby reminded me this morning, when all else fails there is a little thing called AMAZON where they will do the walking (and the thinking) for you 😉

Okay, I am going to admit it.  I have a love/hate relationship with running.

There used to be NO relationship between myself and running.  We were as far apart as Sarah Palin and reality.  I used to pass runners in my car at all times of day and think that they were totally insane to be out pounding the pavement.  I only ran if I was scared.

And then a very strange thing happened a few years back.  A couple of good friends in my neighbourhood and I, decided to join a learn-to-run program so that we could get into shape.  I gained a respect for runners and slowly I became one myself. Now, it did not happen overnight. When I first started I could barely run for one minute without collapsing and gasping for air. I wanted to quit numerous times.  In fact, I have quit numerous times.  This is what I mean by love/hate relationship.

Since I started running I have trained religiously, three to four times a week and raced a few 5K’s and a couple of 10K’s.  And then I stop.  Usually it is because my life (or so I like to believe) has become too stressful and other things become a priority and I can’t fit in the runs.  Really these are just lame excuses.  The whole beauty of running is that you can do it anywhere and all you need is a pair of running shoes and space. But for some reason, I stop.  And then I feel guilty.

Running makes me feel amazing.  It relieves stress.  I am able to think about the day and with each step that I take, a bit of the stress is pounded into the pavement.  It is alone time.  I love the solitude.  Just me and my music, pushing myself to go a little longer or a little faster.  And I love the health benefits, I always feel more energized.  So… why does it sometimes seem soo hard to get my butt of the couch and go?!

I think it is because I train really hard and then I stop and it is really hard to get back into it again.  Nothing deeper than that.  I have to make it a priority.

Yesterday I went on my first run in about four months.  It was raining and gloomy.  My kind of running weather.  I am one of those bizarre people who actually enjoys running in the rain, snow and cold.  I detest running in the heat.  I ran along the Hudson River. It was awesome.  And again, I asked myself, why did I stop?

No more excuses, this time I am in for the long haul.  Running really is about 90% mental, so I just have to stop playing games with myself, commit to the relationship and let go of the hate.

My First 5K with 4 Fabulous Women! (#989)

We all remember where we were and what we were doing September 11, 2001.  We must never forget.

Today, as a newbie to New York City, experiencing all of the emotions that this day brings, I am quite simply honoured and proud to live here.

I would like to share with you some of my favourite pics of my new home.

American Flag, Wall Street

South Street Sea Port

Riding the Subway- The D Train

A Stubborn Tree Hanging Over the Intersection of Hester and Grand

I Learn I Go To School

Street Performers in Soho

Columbus Circle as the Sun is Setting (From the Time Warner Building)

Mercedes Benz Fashion Week Entrance

Mercer Street (Soho)

A Picnic in Central Park

Empire State Building

Upper West Side (From the East Side of the Resevoir)

Home.