<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598</id><updated>2011-09-28T09:26:08.923-04:00</updated><category term='Excuses'/><category term='Milestones'/><category term='Gaming'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Bucketlist'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Library Stuff'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='30 by 30'/><category term='New York Moment'/><category term='Busy Busy'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>[Li]berry Farmer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-3491821504276997360</id><published>2011-06-08T14:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T15:04:39.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 by 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excuses'/><title type='text'>List #fail</title><content type='html'>I'm super bad at completing projects.** Like really, really bad. Even when it's something I love. Take scrapbooking for instance. I can spend days on end working on a scrapbook and be a very happy girl. Aside from reading, it's one of my favorite solitary activies (that can turn into a group activity in awesomness :)). But I have a couple of older scrapbooks that still aren't complete. One stands out as being completely unfinished. A few more lack some finishing touches - and rarely do they feel &lt;em&gt;done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also super bad at completing lists. I love making lists - almost to the point of being ridiculous. Yes, I'm one of those who starts a list and adds things I've already done to it - just so I can cross them off. And typically I end up losing the list before I finish all of the items on it. Unless it's a packing list... those are pretty straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, when you put a list online for all who care to rad it, you seem to be more of a failure for not completing it. And that's where I stand with this whole 30X30 list that I put up here almost a year ago. Barf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I did complete a few items on the list. Uhm... but see explanation for adding things because I already knew I would complete them. So yeah. #fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I really like all of the items on the list. I think it would be a fun one for anyone to attempt. I'm wondering if I should bother making it more of a life goals list. I mean, I could add a few things on there that I knew would never happen in a year (as though any of it did). I'm not gonna commit to that here online... as we know how well that went the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot. I have excuses prepared for my noncompletion of said list!&lt;br /&gt;Well... one big excuse, really.&lt;br /&gt;Starts with a "wed" and ends in a "ding." :)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who knew that would be such a time and brain drain?! Everyone, I suppose. I was just hoping that it wouldn't consume me. And it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the big event, I'm gonna have pictures to show off! I've seen the proofs and we're waiting on the CD. So I can pretty much promise that the next update is going to be all wedding related. And picture-fied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, my little chickadees. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I will say that this doesn't seem to carry over to my work life. I always seem super successful at completing stuff at work. Odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-3491821504276997360?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3491821504276997360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2011/06/list-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/3491821504276997360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/3491821504276997360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2011/06/list-fail.html' title='List #fail'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-5667016705638484229</id><published>2010-08-10T21:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:13:01.018-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 by 30'/><title type='text'>Lobster Time!</title><content type='html'>If you all remember, number three on my &lt;a href="http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-by-30.html"&gt;"30 by 30" list &lt;/a&gt;was to have lobster in New England. That's what you do in the summer in New England, right? Right. Luckily, I have connections up there - since my fiance is from Rhode Island and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, we went up to visit his family and thought it would be the perfect time to get my lobster. So on Monday, we headed to one of the many local seafood joints for lunch. It was a place near the beach called Cap'n Jacks. Pretty original, huh? Well, apparently it's known around town, so I was up for an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Here's my lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TGH_r4H_n8I/AAAAAAAABWY/hh7T7jMMKOM/s1600/lobster11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TGH_r4H_n8I/AAAAAAAABWY/hh7T7jMMKOM/s200/lobster11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503961348888829890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna say this... It was very, very stinky. Like, eww gross - I'm supposed to eat that smell?? Nasty. Uhm, also... I had a bit of an issue with the little beady eyes still on it. I made Jimmy pull them off for me before I could do anything. He thought it was hilarious. The nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the lobster didn't taste like it smelled - like steamed arm pit. :) I was suuuper relieved to realize that the meat of the lobster was very tasty. It was much tougher than I thought it would be. I think I was expecting a shrimp consistency. I guess that's a question - is it like steak like that? Is the quality determined in the toughness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TGH_TkbT6kI/AAAAAAAABWI/edM8Isz4y1E/s1600/lobster1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TGH_TkbT6kI/AAAAAAAABWI/edM8Isz4y1E/s200/lobster1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503960931284281922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was yummy. I liked it a lot more with the butter stuff. That made it much more tasty. I may or may not have had way too much fun playing with the claws. I was tempted to take one with me to scare people later, but Jimmy reminded me that they would get really stinky. Only I wouldn't think about that. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this place was a lot of fun. They even had lobster cupcakes!! How cute is that?!? Luckily they weren't &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TGIFueKzj-I/AAAAAAAABWo/lDrxZLv7FUM/s1600/lobster9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TGIFueKzj-I/AAAAAAAABWo/lDrxZLv7FUM/s200/lobster9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503967990530674658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lobster flavored. That would be gah-ross. But they were massive. that body of the lobster? Yeah, that's a Twinkie. As fun as that was, it was humongus. And really, really messy. My fingers were really red for the rest of the day. There was a shark one too, but I'm glad I didn't get that one (the icing was dark gray - could you imagine how black my mouth would get?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the lobster experience was a fun one. I was happy to spend it with people who knew what to do - like instructing me that the claw meat is the best. See? What would I do without them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing down... 29 to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-5667016705638484229?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/5667016705638484229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/08/lobster-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/5667016705638484229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/5667016705638484229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/08/lobster-time.html' title='Lobster Time!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TGH_r4H_n8I/AAAAAAAABWY/hh7T7jMMKOM/s72-c/lobster11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-4190715014979993114</id><published>2010-08-02T10:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:00:33.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 by 30'/><title type='text'>Journaling</title><content type='html'>I should have examined my list of thirty things a little better. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TFbbTty5I8I/AAAAAAAABUI/PuN9DZTfGmQ/s1600/journal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TFbbTty5I8I/AAAAAAAABUI/PuN9DZTfGmQ/s200/journal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500825126636692418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had kinda forgotten that a couple of them are ongoing things - to be started, well, immediately. It's not like I didn't know they were immediate things when I made the list... I just didn't realize they immediately started &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was wandering through Target (as I tend to do more than I should), and I spotted the journals and had a flash of the "uh oh!" I had completely forgotten to start my journal that I was going to write in weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hurriedly looked through their journals and purchased one that looks sorta 30-year-old sophisticated. I had to put down one that had sparkly stars all over it... that probably wouldn't have been appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TFbbbBmiZuI/AAAAAAAABUQ/sfAM3Lucz78/s1600/journal2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TFbbbBmiZuI/AAAAAAAABUQ/sfAM3Lucz78/s200/journal2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500825252212664034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have spent a lot of my life journaling - it's one of the things that got my brain through college. It's been disappointing to realize that I've pretty much given it up (unless you count blogging, and I really don't). So this is an attempt to get that ball rolling again. It's very therapeutic and I always love looking back on my old journals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... thus it begins. A week late. But it begins, nonetheless. You probably noticed that I set my standards pretty low (ie "write once a week"). This is because I'm not sure how well I'd do with daily or something like that. Then I'd just get irritated, probably :). So, less irritation, more making it work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the other items are immediate as well - things like budgeting and all that. But I'll probably seriously start those in a couple of weeks. I'm trying to make it through the summer at work - only two more big programs and I'm done! Anyway, stay tuned for more 30 by 30 stuff :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-4190715014979993114?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4190715014979993114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/08/journaling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/4190715014979993114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/4190715014979993114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/08/journaling.html' title='Journaling'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TFbbTty5I8I/AAAAAAAABUI/PuN9DZTfGmQ/s72-c/journal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-7593902680631947722</id><published>2010-07-25T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:14:37.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bucketlist'/><title type='text'>30 by 30</title><content type='html'>I have one year until I turn 30. There are things I would like to have accomplished before then. Here is my bucketlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get Married&lt;br /&gt;2. Go on a Hot Air Balloon Ride&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/08/lobster-time.html"&gt;Have lobster in New England&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get another tattoo&lt;br /&gt;5. Begin learning another language&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy a lottery ticket&lt;br /&gt;7. Pay off my credit card&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn to drive a manual car&lt;br /&gt;9. Write a short story or novel. Submit it and frame the rejection letter.&lt;br /&gt;10. Go snorkeling or scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;11. Visit Disney Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;12. Go on a Day Cruise&lt;br /&gt;13. Take an art/craft/cooking class&lt;br /&gt;14. Go Bungee Jumping&lt;br /&gt;15. Start journaling again - weekly&lt;br /&gt;16. Watch IMDB's Top 100 Movies&lt;br /&gt;17. Visit a Psychic/Palm Reader&lt;br /&gt;18. See Wicked on Broadway&lt;br /&gt;19. Visit a Primary Care doctor when I'm not sick&lt;br /&gt;20. Go to a taping of a T.V. Show&lt;br /&gt;21. Learn a new recipe monthly&lt;br /&gt;22. Go on a carriage ride through Central Park&lt;br /&gt;23. Go whale watching&lt;br /&gt;24. Ride a Motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;25. Create a budget and stick to it&lt;br /&gt;26. Volunteer for 30 hours&lt;br /&gt;27. Swim with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;28. Create a weight goal and get there&lt;br /&gt;29. Go up the Empire State Building &amp;amp; Top of the Rock&lt;br /&gt;30. Get a professional massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Dye hair a fun color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of these things seem really easy, but I only have one year, people! Hopefully I can get it all done. My intention is to blog about each of these things as I check them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have anything I should add? Nothing terribly expensive, of course. Gotta budget! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-7593902680631947722?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7593902680631947722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-by-30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7593902680631947722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7593902680631947722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-by-30.html' title='30 by 30'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-7221680918764691074</id><published>2010-07-25T10:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:07:09.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 2-9</title><content type='html'>I am one of those people who believes in taking days off of work for your birthday. So, of course, I took off the entire week last week. I think I planned it pretty well, if I do say so myself. I had a few days to detox from work... then a few days in Nashville with the family... then a few days to detox from that... and then back to work! Ta da! I think it works out smashingly :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Tuesday, Jimmy and I flew down to Nashville with wedding planning on the brain. One of the reasons we went down was to have a few wedding-related appointments and get some things done. Always practical. His mom came with us as well - but she was on an earlier flight, so we met up with her in the airport. But both of our flights were in the morning, so our afternoon was pretty well planned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After changing an unfortunate flat tire, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/sbred?ref=ts"&gt;Southern Bred&lt;/a&gt; for lunch. We have always loved that restaurant and if you haven't gone, you need to immediately. The woman that owns it, Sharon Johnson, is our caterer for the wedding. So it was sort of a working lunch :). We spent the afternoon getting me a new phone (Jimmy's birthday gift to me - a iphone 3g s) and mom a replacement for her dinosaur. Then we went out to Two Rivers Mansion (our ceremony/reception site) to do our follow up look around. Top the day off with dinner at Big River Grill and silly stores on 2nd ave. A great first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was full of appointments. Actually, the day was pretty set in stone. Morning appt at a bridal place, lunch, another appt at another bridal place, then a later afternoon appt with a cake person... then birthday dinner :). I knew what dress I wanted by about 11am. It was the third one I tried on. Didn't need to go to the other appt, but I did anyway just to make sure. So... dress acquired! The cake appt went wonderfully. Delish! And birthday dinner? Well:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TExQ0HmHb0I/AAAAAAAABTI/wHSHEBqaFmQ/s1600/glasses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TExQ0HmHb0I/AAAAAAAABTI/wHSHEBqaFmQ/s200/glasses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497858101434871618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TExQ_BS6ETI/AAAAAAAABTQ/jlGLwXbPRyc/s1600/crepes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TExQ_BS6ETI/AAAAAAAABTQ/jlGLwXbPRyc/s200/crepes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497858288722252082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were crazy birthday glasses and extremely wonderful crepes! My faves :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was my actual birthday. I celebrated by spending my day with my wonderful group of girls at Puffy Muffin. Yummm. I love those girls - I wish we lived closer together! Alas. While I was playing, Jimmy and his mom had a meeting with a possible rehearsal dinner place. Such a good fiance, he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night we went out to dinner with Grant and Megan at O'Charlies. I'm addicted to one of their salads, so that was totally my choice. The waitress was.... weird. She decided to become part of the family for the night. But whatev. We had a good time and I got a free dessert: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TExMwksnxrI/AAAAAAAABTA/85w6HKn0-8M/s1600/brownie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TExMwksnxrI/AAAAAAAABTA/85w6HKn0-8M/s200/brownie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497853642480797362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress said there would be no singing, but Grant couldn't help himself. So that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was our open day to get anything else done that we needed. This turned out to include shoe shopping, dropping my dress at Blake and Mo's house, lunch at Calypso... and heading to the airport to sit around with delays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I thought it was a really fun time with the family. I don't think we got everything done that we wanted to, but there was still a lot of stuff that got accomplished. I'm feelin good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a few more days before heading back to work (oh, I say that and I realize I only have two more. Drat.). But it's been a nice vacation. I suppose it's time to go back and put out whatever fires have happened at work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post was boring - but I just wanted to get all that out there. There will be a much more interesting post soon. Promise promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-7221680918764691074?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7221680918764691074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-2-9.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7221680918764691074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7221680918764691074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-2-9.html' title='The Big 2-9'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/TExQ0HmHb0I/AAAAAAAABTI/wHSHEBqaFmQ/s72-c/glasses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-1481183002568039258</id><published>2010-04-09T10:47:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T08:13:45.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excuses'/><title type='text'>Excuses, Excuses</title><content type='html'>The time of making excuses has finally arrived. It's been.... a few months since I posted anything. Which would beg the question, "what exactly have you been doing that you couldn't simply update a little blog?!" The answer is nothing and everything. That doesn't make sense, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just gonna go ahead and list my excuses and hope for better things in the future. Here are the numerous reasons I've been lame lately:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason #1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rough Winter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S8BlilLxXTI/AAAAAAAAA_U/MJ0ImA4b0q8/s1600/IMG_8430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S8BlilLxXTI/AAAAAAAAA_U/MJ0ImA4b0q8/s200/IMG_8430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458474393144483122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, this is a real reason. Sort of. Spring is finally here and now I can "look back" on the winter and think, "Thank God that's over!" Did the winter keep me from blogging? Sure, yeah. Why not. Okay, no. Why don't I blame the winter for being depressing and that is what kept me from blogging. Ta da! See how well that works out?! Ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason #2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding Planning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S79B8p5UCmI/AAAAAAAAA-s/h14dSBnEgxs/s1600/the-knot.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458153783690529378" style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 151px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S79B8p5UCmI/AAAAAAAAA-s/h14dSBnEgxs/s200/the-knot.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is real! w000t! I'm pumped to have a real reason. See, now. Wedding planning has taken over my life. For realz. Okay, maybe it didn't warrent the "z," but I have spent a lot of brain power on it. I even have made one of those "&lt;a href="http://weddings.theknot.com/pwp/pwp2/view/MemberPage.aspx?coupleId=5024009511833655"&gt;The Knot" websites&lt;/a&gt;... because apparently that's what you're supposed to do. Ours needs to be updated, actually. see? Something to do! We've made a few decisions, so things are progressing nicely. Location? Check. Date? Check. It's actually one year from today. Convenient, huh?? I sure thought so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason #3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erm. Neighborhood Drama?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S78-qDiqhRI/AAAAAAAAA90/a_gQwQnd4zA/s1600/IMG_8475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458150165622457618" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S78-qDiqhRI/AAAAAAAAA90/a_gQwQnd4zA/s200/IMG_8475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, this isn't a reason. I just wanted to put this picture up. One day a couple of Saturdays ago, there was some big fire in one of the buildings on my street. All of the residents were outside and we kinda, maybe had a front row seat from our window. I don't think there was tons of damage or anything. Everything seemed to work out okay. This picture was when they were putting everything away and it took more people than I would imagine to put away the fire hoses. So yeah. That's what that is. Again, not a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason #4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Visits&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S79AIPARtKI/AAAAAAAAA-E/k-wQjsbbneg/s1600/IMG_8507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458151783607153826" style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S79AIPARtKI/AAAAAAAAA-E/k-wQjsbbneg/s200/IMG_8507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S79An4j6rHI/AAAAAAAAA-U/YX0oIIs34XA/s1600/photo%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458152327338437746" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S79An4j6rHI/AAAAAAAAA-U/YX0oIIs34XA/s200/photo%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another one of those semi-legitimate reasons. It's legit because we have had to take trips to visit people - a few times to Rhode Island and once to Tennessee. Those didn't take up so much time that it made a difference, but I'm listing them anyway. Picture on the left is me on the train to RI (I think it was freezing)... picture on the right is of our insane, impulsive roadtrip to TN. All of which included wedding conversations, so technically these could be included in reason #2. But I'm going to move right along...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S78_3QOD9JI/AAAAAAAAA98/sXkkjocnGGU/s1600/IMG_8414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458151491875632274" style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S78_3QOD9JI/AAAAAAAAA98/sXkkjocnGGU/s200/IMG_8414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason #5:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've Done Stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is going to come as a shock to some of you, but we've actually gone out and done some stuff in the last few months. This includes awesome things like seeing comics like John Caparulo, going to Knicks games, etc. See? Awesome NYC-ish stuff :). The plan is to continue doing said things - there's lots of stuff we need to do before we move away (in a few years (assuming the economy cooperates)). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason #6:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S79AyddPjlI/AAAAAAAAA-c/GMGzD2lS8WE/s1600/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458152509041249874" style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 178px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S79AyddPjlI/AAAAAAAAA-c/GMGzD2lS8WE/s200/photo%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a pretty good excuse, if I do say so myself. It's been crazy around the library lately. A good crazy, I think... but most definitely time consuming and constant (a good thing that I don't want to change!!). Oh, and this picture is from the subway station I get off at every day to go to work. I wouldn't recommend going to the station... it always seems to smell like pee. Very, very gross. Again, not recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason #7:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uhm. Videogames?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S79B2RXWTbI/AAAAAAAAA-k/G3nSLDy1kGM/s1600/new-super-mario-bros-wii-box-artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458153674026405298" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 142px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S79B2RXWTbI/AAAAAAAAA-k/G3nSLDy1kGM/s200/new-super-mario-bros-wii-box-artwork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so I may or may not have gotten addicted to the latest Super Mario Bros. for the Wii. And by that, I mean, "I definitely got addicted." My poor little thumb can attest to that. I couldn't feel the end of my thumb (or it was all crazy-tingly) for about 48 hours. Children, this is the risk you run when you game for more than a few hours at a time! Ahem, I don't even know how long I worked on it. But I beat the game! At least, I saved the princess. Now I have all these other things I gotta do, but I'm not so obsessed with doing that asap. But yes, I spent hours and hours on this game. Hours I could have been blogging. Shame on me. shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason #8:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S7_E4RDF2hI/AAAAAAAAA_M/CQoqLOPc-HI/s1600/pile-of-books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458297744324418066" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 118px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S7_E4RDF2hI/AAAAAAAAA_M/CQoqLOPc-HI/s200/pile-of-books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another SUPER-LEGIT reason! Seriously. I've read... what, 32 books so far this year? Something like that. Which is averaging about 10 books a month. Not too bad, I'd say. At this rate I'll have 120 before it's all said and done. But the point is that reading all of these books takes a LOT of time. My "to be read" pile hasn't gone beneath 10-15 books at a time. I guess that's a good thing - gives me lots of options for things to read! Note: the picture here is not one of my piles of books. I got it online. But my stack of books feels like that sometimes! It's a good thing I don't spend my own money buying them - I'd be broker than I am already! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think 8 reasons is good enough, right? I'm just going to go with it. I suppose this is sort of "Our Spring in a Nutshell." It's a big nutshell, but nonetheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-1481183002568039258?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/1481183002568039258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/04/excuses-excuses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/1481183002568039258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/1481183002568039258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/04/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses, Excuses'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S8BlilLxXTI/AAAAAAAAA_U/MJ0ImA4b0q8/s72-c/IMG_8430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-2086732704717665968</id><published>2010-01-06T15:48:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:00:56.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Best Books of 2009</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I have a serious book &lt;strike&gt;problem&lt;/strike&gt; habit. In 2009 I read something like 115 books (which isn't as many as some people, but still). Any time I that, it's inevitable that someone will ask me my favorites from those. It's a logical question, but it's kinda hard to answer - which is probably the librarian in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tend to like just about everything that I read. It's very rare that I'll find a book that I just loathe (it's happened... just not often). I like to find their redeeming qualities :). But I always can think of favorites, so I've decided to make a top ten list. It's a little different because I split it into five series and five stand alones. Hopefully this will all make sense for y'all... so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 5 Series&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the latest book in a series that I read in 2009 - generally it's a love of the series that gets it listed here. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T6yOv6IaI/AAAAAAAAArk/-v8OZQwigFg/s1600-h/43922993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735592120361378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T6yOv6IaI/AAAAAAAAArk/-v8OZQwigFg/s200/43922993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T6yOv6IaI/AAAAAAAAArk/-v8OZQwigFg/s1600-h/43922993.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Splendor: a Luxe Novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Anna Godbersen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a historical fiction series that is set in the late 1800s in New York City. You can kinda think historical Gossip Girl for this series - it's very much about propriety, status, class, and those sorts of things. Very cool story. Not to mention how pretty the covers are! I just love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Splendor was the last book in this series (of four)... so now that it's a complete series, you should pick it up! The rest are: 1. Luxe 2. Rumors 3. Envy 4. Splendor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T63Wu944I/AAAAAAAAArs/fELNF7pb0WI/s1600-h/Van+Alen+Legacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735680163242882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T63Wu944I/AAAAAAAAArs/fELNF7pb0WI/s200/Van+Alen+Legacy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Van Alen Legacy: a Blue Bloods Novel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Melissa de la Cruz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just one of the many vampire series' that I read whenever a new one comes out. I think one of the things that I love in this series is that it's set in New York City too. This one really uses the city as almost a character - it's wonderful. And it's one of the best vampire series out there. Promise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the series: 1. Blue Bloods 2. Masquerade 3. Revelations 4. Van Alen Legacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T6s2PCbmI/AAAAAAAAArc/DUqlLqiQeDc/s1600-h/40436254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735499640696418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T6s2PCbmI/AAAAAAAAArc/DUqlLqiQeDc/s200/40436254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood Promise: A Vampire Academy Novel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Richelle Mead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This series is fantastic - again one of the vampire series that have been around lately. It has a bit more of the romance aspect in it, but I think the twist on the whole vampire stuff is very interesting. It's more about the guardians of the vampires than the vampires themselves and all the drama they go through. I love it - it's one of my favorite series ever. Check it out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the books: 1. Vampire Academy 2. Frostbite 3. Shadow Kiss 4. Blood Promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T59TW6miI/AAAAAAAAAqs/kA6LAiYeNo8/s1600-h/24506795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423734682824645154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T59TW6miI/AAAAAAAAAqs/kA6LAiYeNo8/s200/24506795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T6DMOmGeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/voVJYdZyCE4/s1600-h/31500946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423734783989914082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T6DMOmGeI/AAAAAAAAAq0/voVJYdZyCE4/s200/31500946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T6KuRf_XI/AAAAAAAAAq8/B1jPx6sj00o/s1600-h/33653234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423734913387986290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T6KuRf_XI/AAAAAAAAAq8/B1jPx6sj00o/s200/33653234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death By Bikini by Linda Gerber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I added pictures of all the books in this series (so far) because I had them pretty accessible :). &lt;em&gt;Death by Latte&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Death by Denim&lt;/em&gt; are the second and third books in the series. They are one of the few mystery series written for teens - and it's written wonderfully. It's a very fun story that will keep you guessing till the end. I read them all in 2009, so that's why they're all here :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0UcYy216lI/AAAAAAAAAsc/YXaczDDF9Ew/s1600-h/35769901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423772538531867218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0UcYy216lI/AAAAAAAAAsc/YXaczDDF9Ew/s200/35769901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T77pD0XzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/7RWU-v5quVo/s1600-h/hunger+games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423736853313642290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T77pD0XzI/AAAAAAAAAsU/7RWU-v5quVo/s200/hunger+games.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't heard of Hunger Games, you need to go to your local library immediately and check it out. It's fantastic! It's one of those books that everyone needs to read in their lives. It's a science fiction series (There are the two books so far), but it's almost so realistic that it's spooky. Realistic as in... it could happen, maybe. I don't think a sentance of explanation could cover it, so I'll leave it to you to look up. It's great though - and even adults will love it. I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other series to look out for:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House of Night by P.C. and Kristin Cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maximum Ride by James Patterson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darkest Powers by Kelley Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 5 Stand-Alones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are all books that aren't part of a series, but they're ones that I loved this year. I'd recommend any one of these!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T6cpsWScI/AAAAAAAAArM/8ePNQTLG9xY/s1600-h/35838804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735221396064706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T6cpsWScI/AAAAAAAAArM/8ePNQTLG9xY/s200/35838804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Going Bovine by Libba Bray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if anyone has read the other series by Libba Bray (&lt;em&gt;Great and Terrible Beauty&lt;/em&gt; and all...), but this is completely different. This one is about a boy who has mad cow disease and his adventures while looking for the guy with the cure. You never know whether the story is real or taking place in his head, so it's very interesting - a little trippy. Actually, a lot trippy. It's well written and I'd recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T7Mv9vjeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/UkZKcmfFlJ4/s1600-h/leviathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423736047713357282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T7Mv9vjeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/UkZKcmfFlJ4/s200/leviathan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leviathan by Scott Westerfeld&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will read pretty much anything by Scott Westerfeld - after &lt;em&gt;Uglies&lt;/em&gt;, I'm pretty much a fangirl. I could be wrong about this not being a part of a series... but I'm going to go with it for now. This book fits pretty firmly in the genre of steampunk. Or maybe... a metal science fiction story. All very technical and a little hard to follow. It's high adventure, so you end up devouring each page. I'd recommend it to anyone who loves technical things - or just loves Westerfeld as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T7UnsMHBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Rkn_nO-wdXE/s1600-h/tyrell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423736182931201042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T7UnsMHBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Rkn_nO-wdXE/s200/tyrell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tyrell by Coe Booth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is completely different from stuff I'm used to reading. It's very much urban fiction - takes place in NYC, but it's a really hard story (not as hard as Push, if any of you read that one). It's one of those books where you feel sort of hopeless through it, but it's really well written and you really end up caring about the characters. If you're looking to get into any urban fiction, I'd definitely recommend this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T7InVM1JI/AAAAAAAAAr0/QVM-iXVbUFA/s1600-h/audrey,+wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423735976676349074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T7InVM1JI/AAAAAAAAAr0/QVM-iXVbUFA/s200/audrey,+wait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audrey, Wait! by Robin Benway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is hilarious - through and through. I seriously laughed my way through this one. It's a bit of a love story, but it's more about this girl and how she deals with things. Basically, the girl broke up with her boyfriend and the guy ended up writing a song about it - and became famous because of it. I'd definitely give this one to anyone wanting something light and chick lit-ish. It's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T7QDVlmhI/AAAAAAAAAsE/CWrJHhZNFOo/s1600-h/same+diff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423736104453249554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T7QDVlmhI/AAAAAAAAAsE/CWrJHhZNFOo/s200/same+diff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Same Difference by Sibhan Vivian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think this book is going to make any official top ten lists or anything. It's almost pretty basic, but there was something about this story that I really loved. Perhaps it was just written well, but I really cared about the characters after the story was over. It's about a girl who goes to art camp over a summer and realizes shes a totally different person than she thought. It's really all self discovery and friendship. Try this one out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are my top ten books I read this year. Even if you didn't want to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm a book blogger... as in, I blog about every book I read - giving it reviews and such online. It's mostly for my information, but it's kinda fun to look back at those blogs and see what I'll I've read. And I've got the whole list of books that I read this year, if you want to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is that url: &lt;a href="http://theninjalibrarian.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Ninja Librarian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-2086732704717665968?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/2086732704717665968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-books-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/2086732704717665968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/2086732704717665968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-books-of-2009.html' title='Best Books of 2009'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/S0T6yOv6IaI/AAAAAAAAArk/-v8OZQwigFg/s72-c/43922993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-7413463735172671144</id><published>2009-12-29T21:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:23:17.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Christmas Gift Ever!</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time... life started to feel like a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, December 25, 2009, my best friend, my love, my one and only asked me to marry him. I, of course, said yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing people have asked me lately is to tell the story of the proposal. I'm sorry to disappoint, but I don't have a huge story to tell. But that's perfect for me :). But here's the info I have - which, I suppose - could be considered a story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Jim had known since Thanksgiving that he was going to ask me to marry him. My family was all up here for that holiday, but he said he couldn't get my parents alone to ask them. He did ask my brothers, though... they had a whole guys-moment-thing going on. I suppose they both gave him the thumbs up and he continued to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas time, he finally got a chance to talk to my parents - or more specifically, my mom. It seems like I was hovering a bit, because (again) he couldn't get them both at the same time. So he talked to mom and she talked to dad - is what I heard. But I suppose it all worked out for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas day, we did our normal gift opening and then my grandmother (dad's mom) came over for a yummy lunch. After she left, I figured we would be settling in for a quiet afternoon before the Titan's game that night. But Jim pulled me into the room he was staying in and told me to cover my eyes. When he told me to open them, he was in front of me on one knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He simply said, "Will you marry me?" I don't remember if I said yes right away, but there was no hesitation in my head. I'm pretty sure Jim was expecting tears, but I was too excited and happy - more smiley than weepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he didn't want to make a big production out of proposing to me - because I'm not a fan of being the center of attention and all that. It worked a lot better for me to be just the two of us. Nice and easy! See how well he knows?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ring is from his family and is gorgeous. Much more than I would have ever wished for. I am going to have to get it resized, but it's pretty darn near perfect! Apparently it was hidden in our kitchen since Thanksgiving. Shows how observant I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have asked if I knew it was coming - the official answer is no. But there were hints... and I kinda thought it might be coming. One being that Jim was way too excited about Christmas - like every once in a while doing the "it's almost Christmas!!!" That's not so normal for him. And there were other little things, but I'm gonna go with "no, I had no idea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the next questions people have are all about the wedding. And I would just like to say here that no plans have been set yet. As in.... I dunno what date, I dunno where, I dunno how.... nothin. But we're open to suggestions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all I have for now. This has all been the best Christmas gift I've ever gotten (and will ever get, I'm sure). It's still sinking in, but I'm getting more excited the more I realize - even if my "to do" list just grew a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-7413463735172671144?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7413463735172671144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-christmas-gift-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7413463735172671144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7413463735172671144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-christmas-gift-ever.html' title='Best Christmas Gift Ever!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-8059660250024674300</id><published>2009-12-12T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:09:40.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backtracking to Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Before I get too deep into the Christmas season, I feel like I need to just give the Thanksgiving rundown. This is mostly because we had such a fun time and I'm fairly likely to forget what all we did and where we went. So, this is backtracking a bit, but I thought I would share anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family all came up for the Thanksgiving holidays. As in, my mom, dad, both of my brothers and their wives. It was quite the crew! Luckily, they weren't all staying with me! I don't have that kinda space :). Helloooo studio! Anyway, they found a great hotel in Chelsea that was a great location and was right next to trains as well. I was impressed :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came into town on Tuesday night (the 24th, I believe). Jim and I met them at the airtrain and took them straight to the hotel. I was already wiped out cause I had worked that night - so we just left them there. On Wednesday morning, they all took a stroll through Greenwich Village down to Houston. We met them at Katz Deli - one of our favorite places to get a great sandwich! Then we walked down around Chinatown, but it started raining... so we did a little shopping and headed back to the hotel to get ready for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night we went up to see the parade balloons being blown up. It's such a cool thing to do! I had seen it before, but the fam needed the experience. It was misting quite a bit by then, so we really didn't stay long. We then headed back down to the Theatre District because we were seeing Jersey Boys later. We stopped at Rosie O'Gradys for some warm-me-up foods and headed on to the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that Jersey boys was amazing! The music was just spot on and my entire family was pretty much singing along. I'm glad we got to see it! I have to agree with whoever said it wasn't exactly a musical so much as a musical timeline. But it was still wonderful and I'll recommend it on to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we went down a few blocks to Times Square to take a few pictures and things. We decided to go somewhere for dessert - and conveniently there was a place called Roxie's that was perfect! I think some people were itching for some "NY Cheesecake." I know that wasn't me! Anyway, we took lots of pictures and walked ourselves back down to the hotel. Had to get to bed early to be ready for the parade in the morning! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday morning, we were out and about early. We went to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I believe we ended up standing around 40th on 6th ave. It was a great spot, really... I think we got really lucky! They had lots of stuff blocked off, so we had to do some maneuvering. But the parade was wonderful and the weather was pretty mild. I'm happy to report that we stayed for the whole thing - even though there was mumbling to the contrary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, I had made reservations to have Thanksgiving Dinner at one of the restaurants in Grand Central Station. It's the one in the actual concourse that looks out onto the station- Metrazur. The food was fantastic (a lot better than I was expecting), so I think everyone was satisfied. The only thing missing was leftovers for later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we headed out to Queens so I could show everyone our apartment. We have tons of video games (thanks to boyfriend extraordinaire), so we set up rockband and some wii bowling and everyone went to town. That was a nice, quiet evening. By that point, I think everyone was starting to feel a bit of the tiredness of walking around the city for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, everyone sort of split up to do their own thing. Dad and Blake went to the Guggenheim, Grant and Megan went to Battery Park, Mom and Moriah went shopping in the scary Macy's :). Jim and I met up with the later and walked down to SoHo with them - specifically to go to the MoMa Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all met back up in Little Italy to get a late lunch. Jim's mom actually came down from RI to have lunch with us. That was a good time and our parents got to get to know each other. After eating, I took both of our moms to see about getting some fakie purses - I may have shocked my mom though :). It's kind of a crazy area and lots of crazy people to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I took Jim and his mom to Penn Station because they were headed back to RI for a memorial service. Then I met up with my brothers, etc to go see Ragtime that night. It was pretty good! I didn't realize it was still in the first stages of being on Broadway and all that, but it kind of makes sense. It was well done (except for a few things), but it's a fairly depressing story. We stopped at a brewery on the way home and had a nice evening of chatting and such :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, Grant and Megan left early. They had the early flight that day. Everyone else did a little shopping and Dad went to the Met. We met up for lunch (minus dad) in Hell's Kitchen and went back to a place we had been to before and loved - Five Napkin Burger. Yum! We wandered around a bit more before we had to go to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to have them all around for the holiday! We had such a good time. I wish they could come up more often! Alas. At least I'm headed down to see them at Christmas time. I was going to add pictures to this post, but it's definitely long enough without it. I have pics all over my facebook stuff, so check around to find them. There are definitely some fun ones :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's to a great Thanksgiving and looking forward to Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-8059660250024674300?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8059660250024674300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/12/backtracking-to-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/8059660250024674300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/8059660250024674300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/12/backtracking-to-thanksgiving.html' title='Backtracking to Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-6022483089282600329</id><published>2009-11-09T10:12:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:52:34.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy Busy'/><title type='text'>The schedule goes BOOM!</title><content type='html'>It's kinda crazy how you can have a whole lot of nothing going on for weeks at a time... then bam! Your social calendar explodes! Well, maybe the term "social calendar" is used very loosely here. More like... we had places to go. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last week has turned our normal, low-key lifestyle on it's head. Last Saturday was Halloween. And being good New Yorkers, we decided to go to the Village parade. I went a few years ago, but it's always insane. It's nice to seee the crazies gather and realize how sane you are :). I posted some pics up at Facebook - but those were only a small tasting of what it was like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SvgzW1rao8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/E50aa84-wF4/s1600-h/dude.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402124220490228674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SvgzW1rao8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/E50aa84-wF4/s320/dude.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just love that even in a parade of crazies, there is still a crazy person!!! This dude had a dog in a tutu... himself in some sort of gypsy/nomad getup that I'm not convinced was a costume... and a live bird on his head. Ahem. And he kept coming by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Svg09MzLHLI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bqlw3zza2uk/s1600-h/16238_663559439466_6500239_37000605_2722843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402125979043437746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Svg09MzLHLI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bqlw3zza2uk/s320/16238_663559439466_6500239_37000605_2722843_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was Jim's first time at the parade and he loved it. Especially the many superhero characters, the ATHF crew, and a cobra commander. He even got so excited about a zombie Captain America that he took a picture with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps we just need to get out more :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But our week of fun didn't end there! Oh no. On Wednesday we got to go to our first Knicks game! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402125681582712130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Svg0r4rApUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/I9CDYXar16k/s320/16238_663557188976_6500239_37000503_5936222_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The tickets were actually free to us, so that made the game even more enjoyable. Even if the Knicks lost. It was a night of intense amounts of cotton candy, pre-torn Knicks hats, and cup columbusing. A good time was had by all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very next night was another event - we saw Ricky Gervais LIVE at Carnegie Hall!! That &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Svg2xQcZt8I/AAAAAAAAAiU/twJMi9zJKFs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402127972886493122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Svg2xQcZt8I/AAAAAAAAAiU/twJMi9zJKFs/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was one of my birthday presents to Jim. He's a huge Gervais fan - as in he listens to all the podcasts and performances multiple times. Not to mention he loves The Office (British version only, natch). It was also our first trip to Carnegie Hall, which was really cool. It's extremely posh and we were extremely underdressed. But our seats were great (in one of the tier boxes) and it was a great show. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Svg23tVZ1yI/AAAAAAAAAic/cImmZdLYhco/s1600-h/13054_663751963646_6500239_37005414_1033927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402128083720984354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Svg23tVZ1yI/AAAAAAAAAic/cImmZdLYhco/s320/13054_663751963646_6500239_37005414_1033927_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The encore was Ricky singing New York, New York with ELMO! I mean, the actual puppet. Isn't that crazy? I was shocked, but they did a great job. From our vantage point, we could actually see the workings of Elmo... which was kinda weird. But it was a lot of fun, and laughs were had by all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top it all off, we went up to Rhode Island this weekend to see Jim's family. His birthday is coming up (see early present, aka Gervais), so we headed up so they could celebrate with him. One thing that's great about visiting families is that we end up coming home with lots of yummy leftovers - specifically his aunt's homemade banana pudding. YUM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we're headed to a midnight release of the latest COD video game - Modern Warfare 2. Jim's been amped about this for a few weeks, so tonight should be fun. This is the second release I've been to... so I'm expecting lots of nerdy and socially awkward dudes. Pictures? I hope so :). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402132097090314706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Svg6hUTN4dI/AAAAAAAAAik/x3wLpb1y5kM/s320/modernwarfare2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-6022483089282600329?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6022483089282600329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/11/schedule-goes-boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/6022483089282600329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/6022483089282600329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/11/schedule-goes-boom.html' title='The schedule goes BOOM!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SvgzW1rao8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/E50aa84-wF4/s72-c/dude.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-4365065068523375570</id><published>2009-10-09T15:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:52:56.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library Stuff'/><title type='text'>Inadvertant Design</title><content type='html'>You wouldn't think it, but being a Librarian has given me way more variety than I ever thought possible. Obviously the whole reference question thing is the basis of it all... but it only blooms from there. One minute I'm a computer tech and the next I'm an event planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our latest event has turned me into something completely different - a fashion show coordinator. This is, of course, something I would have never expected. Particularly as fashion is obviously not my forte. Though, perhaps I can claim craftiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thankfully it's not just the fashion thing (I love Project Runway as much as the next person... but I'm no guru. Obvs). Of course, I didn't realize how much more it would take to plan a fashion show rather than one of our regular programs. It significantly more, actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Ss-S1Ws_M3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/7E8Ru0YbZzg/s1600-h/jolynn_recycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390688724310766450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Ss-S1Ws_M3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/7E8Ru0YbZzg/s320/jolynn_recycle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be specific, the program is going to be BUBBLE WRAP FASHION!!! YAY! What a great idea, huh? I can't claim it - is was one of my coworkers. Genius, I say! (ps i have no idea who this chick is... it was the only non-risque pic of someone wearing bubble wrap.) Anyway, this program is going to be awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is, if I can get it together. This means picking music, decorations, prizes, etc. so much more than I really wanted to get myself into... but there it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just reminds me so much that being a Librarian (specifically for teens/kids) is just tons more than just answering reference questions. I guess I'm thankful for that - at least, I will be when the stress wears off from doing these programs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew! Fashion design, here I come!! w000t! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-4365065068523375570?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4365065068523375570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/10/inadvertant-design.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/4365065068523375570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/4365065068523375570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/10/inadvertant-design.html' title='Inadvertant Design'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Ss-S1Ws_M3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/7E8Ru0YbZzg/s72-c/jolynn_recycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-7404136206061284167</id><published>2009-10-01T20:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:37:01.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall is Upon Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SsVK0KMlrFI/AAAAAAAAAe0/EF78hQS9188/s1600-h/_vector-curly-tree-design-preview1-by-dragonart.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387794789169474642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SsVK0KMlrFI/AAAAAAAAAe0/EF78hQS9188/s320/_vector-curly-tree-design-preview1-by-dragonart.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contrary to what you may believe, I do actually pull my head out of books sometimes. Today I've realized that Fall is upon us. I am, of course, shocked by it... because I'm pretty sure I was thinking about how hot it was &lt;em&gt;days&lt;/em&gt; ago. And when I say "days," it's possible that I really mean "weeks." That's how time is moving for me at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose it hit me mostly this morning when I woke up freezing - and then came to work to hang my Fall-themed sign for a display. Go figure. The taking-out-of-the-AC-unit yesterday only gave me a vague notion that it might not get hot anymore... but it still didn't hit home. I guess I'm unobservant like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, Fall means that work is back in the groove of having our after school kids coming in... and then being kicked out. Always fun. I've only been cursed at twice so far - so I'm doing pretty good! And our programs and stuff are about to kick off (which has been stressful, but it will be a nice chance of pace once we get things going). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really not used to needing a coat in the mornings - which has resulted in me being &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;cold walking to work. Maybe I'll start hanging some sort of coat on the door handle so it's impossible for me to leave without one. Knowing me, that probably won't work... but doesn't hurt to have good intentions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of good intentions - I've given up candy. This doesn't sound like that bi&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SsVKn_iscrI/AAAAAAAAAes/SChB_HE_nQs/s1600-h/twizzler_full_prod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387794580150973106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SsVKn_iscrI/AAAAAAAAAes/SChB_HE_nQs/s320/twizzler_full_prod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g of a thing... if you don't know me. Lately I've realized exactly how much candy I'm attacking and it's just not good. My teeth are pretty much going to fall out, I'm sure. But yeah. I'm on day four right now - and it hasn't been easy. The darn vending machine at work has decided to be stocked with some of my faves. It's totally against me. But I'm staying strong and hoping I don't die of lack-of-sugar-poisoning :). I'm sure that exists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-7404136206061284167?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7404136206061284167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-is-upon-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7404136206061284167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7404136206061284167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-is-upon-us.html' title='Fall is Upon Us!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SsVK0KMlrFI/AAAAAAAAAe0/EF78hQS9188/s72-c/_vector-curly-tree-design-preview1-by-dragonart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-8069195919786017452</id><published>2009-09-22T09:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:59:51.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaints, Etc.</title><content type='html'>There is something so brain-numbing about waking up early for work. By early, I mean 6:30am. I'm used to doing 7:45 or 8... but this early stuff is killing me. Especially when I worked till 9pm the night before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I used to get up early every day. My previous job was in a school, so I was always up around that time. Sure didn't take me long to get used to sleeping in. I think one of my other problems with this early stuff is that I only have to do it once a week. Meaning, I'll never get in the habit of doing it. I'd rather not... but still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough complaining. This weekend I went to see 9. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SrjWnHwz0BI/AAAAAAAAAdM/QtbIjdSwce4/s1600-h/9_movie_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384289322108440594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SrjWnHwz0BI/AAAAAAAAAdM/QtbIjdSwce4/s320/9_movie_poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I really liked it. I didn't know much about it - but really the trailers don't give much info. I thought it was really well done and I'd definitely recommend it if you're into animated movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lot more "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steam_punk"&gt;steam punk&lt;/a&gt;" than I expected it to be. Kind of a what-would-happen-after-humans-are-taken-over-by-machines story. It was more in the action/adventure/almost thriller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I liked it and recommend it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really just writing about it to keep my brain-juices flowing and not drop my head on my desk for a nap. It doesn't help that our office is FREEZING. As in, I almost brought in a scarf and cap to sit in the office with. Unnecessary blowing AC is very unfortunate. I'm hoping I don't get sick from it. Alas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to get some work done, I suppose. Wish me luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-8069195919786017452?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8069195919786017452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/complaints-etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/8069195919786017452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/8069195919786017452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/complaints-etc.html' title='Complaints, Etc.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SrjWnHwz0BI/AAAAAAAAAdM/QtbIjdSwce4/s72-c/9_movie_poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-3793196376270952670</id><published>2009-09-16T19:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:55:29.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Milestone Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SrFyJJQ95mI/AAAAAAAAAck/nngwuPBXrUM/s1600-h/milestone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382208531115927138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SrFyJJQ95mI/AAAAAAAAAck/nngwuPBXrUM/s320/milestone1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've had a bit of a milestone around here. Yesterday marked two years that I have lived and worked in New York. Kind of exciting, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily that anniversary is pretty easy for me to remember. On my first day, there was a special activity that only happens once a year - the staff appreciation breakfast. It always happens around the same time - so really.... the breakfast is for me to celebrate my yearly anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I really can't believe I've been here that long. Others, I feel like I've been here &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; longer. I suppose that's how it is everywhere... and everyone thinks that... I was just having my moment :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-3793196376270952670?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3793196376270952670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/milestone-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/3793196376270952670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/3793196376270952670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/milestone-time.html' title='Milestone Time!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SrFyJJQ95mI/AAAAAAAAAck/nngwuPBXrUM/s72-c/milestone1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-4762242667392114900</id><published>2009-09-10T18:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:30:32.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Reading Challenge</title><content type='html'>In past years I've tried to set a number of books to read in that year - really it's taken the place of my "new years resolution." Last year I read 80 books... and i was pretty proud of myself. I think I'm still just excited to be able to read without having school stuff get in the way. Everything I've read is because &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;want to. It's a wonderful freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the999challenge.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379975318246470834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SqmDDDBzNLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/q4U42kyNguQ/s320/999kr8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year I found an online book challenge to give me a different sort of goal. The 999 challenge. Sounds daunting, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing is that you read nine books in nine categories in 2009. That would be a total of 81 books - giving me a little lead on last year's number... but some people also took another level of the challenge and tried to do it by 09/09/09.... yesterday. I almost made it. I lack two books (both classics, of course). But I've read more than 9 in some categories... so perhaps it still counts as complete. Right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I needed to branch out of my fantasy/sci fi/favorite authors stuff and read something else. And I have to say, it has made me a better librarian for it. I've actually been able to talk about books that I wouldn't have had any idea about before. I would totally recommend doing this to anyone who is an avid reader. It totally broadens your scope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm going to write my book list here. I'll put stars next to the ones that I loved the most :). Those aren't the only ones I recommend though. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Young Adult Fiction Challenge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Realistic Fiction&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Caught-Between-Pages-Marlene-Carvell/dp/0525479163/ref=cm_lmf_tit_9"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caught Between the Page&lt;/em&gt;s&lt;/a&gt; - Merlene Carvell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Undone-Brooke-Taylor/dp/0802797636/ref=cm_lmf_tit_15"&gt;Undone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Brook Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cracked-Up-Be-Courtney-Summers/dp/031238369X/ref=cm_lmf_tit_25"&gt;Cracked Up to Be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Courtney Summers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jellicoe-Road-Melina-Marchetta/dp/0061431834/ref=cm_lmf_tit_27"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jellicoe Road&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- Melina Marchetta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Peeled-Joan-Bauer/dp/0142414301/ref=cm_lmf_tit_23"&gt;Peeled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Joan Bauer **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beauty-Shop-Rent-equipped-inquire/dp/0152057641/ref=cm_lmf_tit_25"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty Shop for Rent&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/a&gt; - Laura Bowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Boot-Camp-Todd-Strasser/dp/1416959424/ref=cm_lmf_tit_28"&gt;Boot Camp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Todd Strasser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Brett-McCarthy-Progress-Maria-Padian/dp/0440240557/ref=cm_lmf_tit_31"&gt;Brett McCarthy: Work in Progress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Maria Padian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Same-Difference-Siobhan-Vivian/dp/0545004071/ref=cm_lmf_tit_33"&gt;Same Difference&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Siobhan Vivian **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mystery/Adventure&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dead-New-Black-Marlene-Perez/dp/0152064087/ref=cm_lmf_tit_7"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead is the New Black&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- Marlene Perez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dirty-Laundry-Daniel-Ehrenhaft/dp/0061131032/ref=cm_lmf_tit_17"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dirty Laundry&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- Daniel Ehrenhaft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/School-Dangerous-Girls-Eliot-Schrefer/dp/0545035287/ref=cm_lmf_tit_19"&gt;School for Dangerous Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Eliot Schreiber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dead-State-Mind-Marlene-Perez/dp/0152062106/ref=cm_lmf_tit_24"&gt;Dead is a State of Mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Marlene Perez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Max-Maximum-Ride-Book-5/dp/0316002895/ref=cm_lmf_tit_26"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Max&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(A Maximum Ride Novel) - James Patterson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Death-Bikini-Linda-Gerber/dp/0142411175/ref=cm_lmf_tit_39"&gt;Death By Bikini&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/em&gt;Linda Gerber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kin-Good-Neighbors-Book-1/dp/0439855624/ref=cm_lmf_tit_2"&gt;Princess of the Midnight Ball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Jessica Day George **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gentlemen-Michael-Northrop/dp/0545097495/ref=cm_lmf_tit_4"&gt;Gentlemen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Michael Northrop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Awakening-Darkest-Powers-Book/dp/0061662763/ref=cm_lmf_tit_13"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Awakening&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- Kelley Armstrong **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Death-Latte-Linda-Gerber/dp/0142411183/ref=cm_lmf_tit_3"&gt;Death by Latte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Linda Gerber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Science Fiction&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hunger-Games-Suzanne-Collins/dp/0439023483/ref=cm_lmf_tit_3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- Suzanne Collins **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Skinned-Trilogy-Robin-Wasserman/dp/1416936343/ref=cm_lmf_tit_10"&gt;Skinned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Robin Wasserman **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/GemX-Nicky-Singer/dp/0823421082/ref=cm_lmf_tit_23"&gt;GemX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Nicky Singer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dangerous-Days-Daniel-X/dp/0446509132/ref=cm_lmf_tit_37"&gt;Dangerous Days of Daniel X&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/em&gt;James Patterson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Catching-Fire-Second-Hunger-Games/dp/0439023491/ref=cm_lmf_tit_9"&gt;Catching Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Suzanne Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Leviathan-Scott-Westerfeld/dp/1416971734/ref=cm_lmf_tit_15"&gt;Leviathan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Scott Westerfeld&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Neptunes-Children-Bonnie-Dobkin/dp/0802797342/ref=cm_lmf_tit_19"&gt;Neptune's Children&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Bonnie Dobkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Carbon-Diaries-2015-Saci-Lloyd/dp/0823421902/ref=cm_lmf_tit_27"&gt;The Carbon Diaries&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;/em&gt;Saci Lloyd **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Adoration-Jenna-Fox-Mary-Pearson/dp/0312594410/ref=cm_lmf_tit_37"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Adoration of Jenna Fox&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- Mary E Pearson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fantasy/Horror&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dragons-Keep-Janet-Lee-Carey/dp/015206401X/ref=cm_lmf_tit_1"&gt;Dragon's Keep&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;- Janet Lee Carey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Generation-Dead-Daniel-Waters/dp/142310921X/ref=cm_lmf_tit_2"&gt;Generation Dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Daniel Waters **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Overlander-Underland-Chronicles-Suzanne-Collins/dp/0439678137/ref=cm_lmf_tit_4"&gt;Gregor the Overlander&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Suzanne Collins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lord-Misrule-Morganville-Vampires-Book/dp/0451225724/ref=cm_lmf_tit_5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord of Misrule&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(A Morganville Vampires Novel) - Rachel Caine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Kiss-Vampire-Academy-Book/dp/1595141979/ref=cm_lmf_tit_8"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shadow Kiss&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(A Vampire Academy Novel) - Richelle Mead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sucks-Be-Me-All-True-Confessions/dp/0786950285/ref=cm_lmf_tit_12"&gt;Sucks to be Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Kimberly Pauley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fragile-Eternity-Melissa-Marr/dp/006121471X/ref=cm_lmf_tit_16"&gt;Fragile Eternity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Melissa Marr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Persistence-Memory-Amelia-Atwater-Rhodes/dp/0385734379/ref=cm_lmf_tit_18"&gt;Persistance of Memory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Amelia Atwater Rhodes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Impossible-Nancy-Werlin/dp/0803730020/ref=cm_lmf_tit_22"&gt;Impossible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Nancy Werlin **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Glass-Mortal-Instruments-Cassandra-Clare/dp/1416914307/ref=cm_lmf_tit_29"&gt;City of Glass&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(Mortal Instruments Series) - Cassandra Clare **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hunted-House-Night-Book-5/dp/031237982X/ref=cm_lmf_tit_30"&gt;Hunted: a House of Night Novel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - PC and Kristin Cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lightning-Thief-Percy-Jackson-Olympians/dp/0786838655/ref=cm_lmf_tit_38"&gt;The Lightning Thief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Rick Riordan **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Immortals-Evermore-Alyson-Noel/dp/0330512854/ref=cm_lmf_tit_1"&gt;Evermore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  -Alyson Noel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Historical Fiction&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ivy-Julie-Hearn/dp/1416925066/ref=cm_lmf_tit_13"&gt;Ivy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Julie Hearn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Envy-Luxe-Novel-Anna-Godbersen/dp/0061345725/ref=cm_lmf_tit_20"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Envy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(A Luxe novel)- Anna Godbersen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Season-Sarah-MacLean/dp/0545048869/ref=cm_lmf_tit_38"&gt;The Season&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Sarah MacLean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Newes-Dead-Mary-Hooper/dp/1596433558/ref=cm_lmf_tit_11"&gt;Newes From the Dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Mary Hooper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Red-Necklace-Sally-Gardner/dp/0803731000/ref=cm_lmf_tit_18"&gt;The Red Necklace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Sally Gardner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Smile-Donna-Jo-Napoli/dp/0525479996/ref=cm_lmf_tit_24"&gt;The Smile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Donna Jo Napoli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Astonishing-Octavian-Nothing-Traitor-Nation/dp/0763624020/ref=cm_lmf_tit_32"&gt;The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;- M.T. Anderson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ten-Cents-Dance-Christine-Fletcher/dp/1599901641/ref=cm_lmf_tit_35"&gt;Ten Cents a Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Christine Fletcher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Voice-Her-Own-Becoming-Dickinson/dp/0060287047/ref=cm_lmf_tit_39"&gt;A Voice of Her Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Barbara Dana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Graphic Novels&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Watchmen-Alan-Moore/dp/0930289234/ref=cm_lmf_tit_14"&gt;Watchmen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Alan Moore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fashion-High-Graphic-Novel-Breaking/dp/0439748674/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1252628904&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Breaking Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Aimee Friedman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Plain-Janes-Minx-Cecil-Castellucci/dp/1401211151/ref=cm_lmf_tit_28"&gt;Plain Janes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Cecil Castellucci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Life-Sucks-Jessica-Abel/dp/1596431075/ref=cm_lmf_tit_32"&gt;Life Sucks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Jessica Abel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cairo-G-Willow-Wilson/dp/1401211402/ref=cm_lmf_tit_34"&gt;Cairo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - G. Willow Wilson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kin-Good-Neighbors-Book-1/dp/0439855624/ref=cm_lmf_tit_2"&gt;The Good Neighbors (Kin)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Holly Black **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Japan-Ai-Tall-Girls-Adventures/dp/1933617837/ref=cm_lmf_tit_6"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Japan Ai&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- Aimee Major Steinberger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Umbrella-Academy-Dallas-Gerard-Way/dp/159582345X/ref=cm_lmf_tit_22"&gt;The Umbrella Academy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Gerard Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Voice-Her-Own-Becoming-Dickinson/dp/0060287047/ref=cm_lmf_tit_39"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heroes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(Companion to the TV show) - various authors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Urban Fiction&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hot-Girl-Dream-Jordan/dp/0312382847/ref=cm_lmf_tit_21"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot Girl&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- Dream Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Work-What-You-Beta-Gamma/dp/0758225423/ref=cm_lmf_tit_33"&gt;Work What You Got&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  - Stephanie Perry Moore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tyrell-Coe-Booth/dp/0439838800/ref=cm_lmf_tit_40"&gt;Tyrell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Coe Booth **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shortie-Like-Mine-Ni-Ni-Simone/dp/0758228392/ref=cm_lmf_tit_8"&gt;Shortie Like Mine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -  Nini Simone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hotlanta-No-1-Denene-Millner/dp/0545003083/ref=cm_lmf_tit_12"&gt;Hotlanta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Denene Millner and Mitzi Miller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Push-Novel-Sapphire/dp/0679766758/ref=cm_lmf_tit_16"&gt;Push&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Sapphire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jason-Kyra-Dana-Davidson/dp/0786836539/ref=cm_lmf_tit_20"&gt;Jason and Kyra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Dana Davidson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shooter-Walter-Dean-Myers/dp/0064472906/ref=cm_lmf_tit_29"&gt;Shooter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Walter Dean Myers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Messed-Up-Janet-Nichols-Lynch/dp/0823421856/ref=cm_lmf_tit_34"&gt;Messed Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Janet Lynch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Chick Lit"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/At-Face-Value-Emily-Franklin/dp/0738713074/ref=cm_lmf_tit_6"&gt;At Face Value &lt;/a&gt;- Emily Franklin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Girl-v-Boy-Yvonne-Collins/dp/142310157X/ref=cm_lmf_tit_11"&gt;Girl v. Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Yvonne Collins and Sandy Rideout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jet-Set-Carrie-Karasyov/dp/006143177X/ref=cm_lmf_tit_31"&gt;Jet Set&lt;/a&gt; - Carrie Karasyov&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gamer-Girl-Mari-Mancusi/dp/0525479953/ref=cm_lmf_tit_36"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gamer Girl&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- Mari Mancusi **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Being-Nikki-Airhead-Meg-Cabot/dp/0545040566/ref=cm_lmf_tit_1"&gt;Being Nikki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Meg Cabot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Girls-Tucker-Shaw/dp/0810983486/ref=cm_lmf_tit_5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Girls&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- Tucker Shaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Peace-Love-Ducks-Lauren-Myracle/dp/0525477438/ref=cm_lmf_tit_10"&gt;Peace, Love, and Baby Ducks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Lauren Myracle **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Oh-Gods-Tera-Lynn-Childs/dp/0142414204/ref=cm_lmf_tit_17"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh. My. Gods.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt; - Tera Lynn Childs **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Audrey-Wait-Robin-Benway/dp/1595141928/ref=cm_lmf_tit_36"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Audrey, Wait!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- Robin Benway **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Classics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Catcher-Rye-J-D-Salinger/dp/0316769177/ref=cm_lmf_tit_35"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Catcher in the Rye&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- J.D. Salinger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/1984-60th-Anniversary-Plume-George-Orwell/dp/0452262933/ref=cm_lmf_tit_7"&gt;1984&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - George Orwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Flew-Over-Cuckoos-Penguin-Classics/dp/0141181222/ref=cm_lmf_tit_14"&gt;One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Ken Kesey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fahrenheit-451-Ray-Bradbury/dp/0345342968/ref=cm_lmf_tit_21"&gt;Fahrenheit 451&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Ray Bradbury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Slaughterhouse-five-Kurt-Vonnegut/dp/B0026CG3NI/ref=cm_lmf_tit_26"&gt;Slaughterhouse Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Separate-Peace-John-Knowles/dp/B000CD1SW4/ref=cm_lmf_tit_30"&gt;A Separate Peace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - John Knowles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stranger-Everymans-Library-Albert-Camus/dp/0679420266/ref=cm_lmf_tit_2"&gt;The Stranger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Albert Camus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(two more classics to be added... once I read them :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry for the length... but that's how it goes, I suppose :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-4762242667392114900?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4762242667392114900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/reading-challenge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/4762242667392114900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/4762242667392114900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/09/reading-challenge.html' title='Reading Challenge'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SqmDDDBzNLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/q4U42kyNguQ/s72-c/999kr8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-4189691902044618</id><published>2009-08-04T20:14:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:59:19.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York Moment'/><title type='text'>Danger Cart Activities</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to write about this for a while now. It's something near and dear to my heart. You see... my Danger Cart and I have been in a great, working relationship for over a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it just baffles me when I see Danger Carts being mistreated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I love my Danger Cart. For those of you who have cars and whatnot, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. Some people call them Granny Carts... I believe the official term for them is "laundry cart." But mine! Mine is the Danger Cart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SobIwZrmIdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NsUPvaS65P4/s1600-h/7591614821600P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370200339538911698" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 199px; height: 195px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SobIwZrmIdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NsUPvaS65P4/s320/7591614821600P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may not look so dangerous, but don't be deceived. It's totally dangerous in it's own way. It can totally run people over. I know. I've done it..... Kidding. Kinda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I do realize that the advertisements for such carts say things like, "has countless uses..." or "for a multitude of chores..." But there is one thing those advertisements need to specify (as silly as it may seem). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS NOT A RIDE FOR CHILDREN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it may look like a stroller (use your imagination), but it's really not. Lately I've been noticing an increasing number of children riding along in their parents danger carts. This is NOT OKAY! We have begun to affectionately call it "Rollercoastering." The kids sometimes look like they're having too much fun. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SpASB5oIgyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/FqGgPmr_Et4/s1600-h/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SpASB5oIgyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/FqGgPmr_Et4/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372814179311321890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Let me tell you - it's pretty hard to get a picture of this without looking like a stalker or something. But boyfriend extraordinaire pulled it off. I don't know if you can see it, but there are THREE kids in that poor danger cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have proof cause my little camera phone couldn't hack it, but I have actually seen a DOG rollercoastering. It was in a kind of scared/surfing stance and pretty much frozen with terror. I would be too, little dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one other danger cart activity that I would like to take issue with - Columbusing. It's mostly seen in this area, but it's a bit disturbing. The image you are about to see could cause mental damage. View with caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SpAUe-wbHFI/AAAAAAAAAZs/CpaN_jWayMU/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SpAUe-wbHFI/AAAAAAAAAZs/CpaN_jWayMU/s320/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372816877927734354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are people in this neighborhood that do a version of dumpster diving that has apparently been accepted as okay around here. I suppose it's easier as everyone's trash sits out on the sidewalk on trash days (twice a week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be looking at this cart as a great recycling tool - look at all those cans! But in reality, those cans are going to be traded for coins. This is how you know you don't live in the most high income area. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral to the story is...&lt;br /&gt;If you see danger cart abuse, please report it. We've got to work together to save these useful and wonderful creatures. They don't deserve this treatment. Won't you call to sponsor a danger cart today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-4189691902044618?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/4189691902044618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/danger-cart-activities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/4189691902044618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/4189691902044618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/08/danger-cart-activities.html' title='Danger Cart Activities'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SobIwZrmIdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NsUPvaS65P4/s72-c/7591614821600P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-7773878377159819542</id><published>2009-07-27T10:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:40:29.673-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Birfday Week!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sm3AHLfw44I/AAAAAAAAAW4/muF69Pux1s4/s1600-h/bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sm3AHLfw44I/AAAAAAAAAW4/muF69Pux1s4/s320/bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363153960845763458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back when I was making my vacation schedule, I did something smart. I took off an entire week for my birthday. In past years, I have taken off the day of, or a few days surrounding it... but never the whole week. And let me tell you... it's been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blissful&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days, we just took delight in sleeping in and playing video games and reading (well, the reading is just me). I think I've finished four books on this vacation - and started a fifth... ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday we opted to get out and go somewhere.... namely &lt;a href="http://www.coneyisland.com/"&gt;Coney Isla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coneyisland.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sm3BxepG-4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/sb-o5HQzb5I/s320/IMG_8041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363155787051367298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coneyisland.com/"&gt;nd.&lt;/a&gt; I had been down there before - but that was all before the big move to the city. Boyfriend extraordinaire had never been there and was anxious to see it - even though it did make him nostalgic for living five minutes from a beach (which he has had his whole life until now). We didn't so much get into doing a beach day as we did walking the boardwalk and people watching - of which there is TONS. We also found an arcade that has his ultimate, favorite, most wonderful arcade game ever... it's an xmen six player game. Apparently we're going to own it one day. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was really a shopping day - my choice... which it usually isn't. But I had some coupons (of course), so I decided to treat myself. So we shopped and that night we went to see Bruno. It was... uhm... interesting. That was the boyfriend's choice, but he was also a huge Borat fan. I'm indifferent, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was my actual birthday - and we went down to the Lower East Side to go to a restaurant I've been wanting to go to. It's called Peanut Butter Co... everything they have is some type of peanut butter sandwich. yum&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sm3D71opjqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ID7kqmS8jcQ/s1600-h/IMG_8098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sm3D71opjqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ID7kqmS8jcQ/s320/IMG_8098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363158164045401762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!! We also went to a video game store that specializes in old stuff... and there's tons of it. Boyfriend was in heaven. I also got one of the worlds best fruit tarts for my "birthday cake" slash treat. This is why I love &lt;a href="http://www.marthascountrybakery.com/"&gt;Martha's Bakery&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Thursday I did a massive amount of laundry that I had been putting off... then I spent the afternoon being pampered. Hello mani/pedi! The place was wonderful and fairly inexpensive. I'm totally going back sometime. Then I had to pack and pack some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I traveled to Nashville to visit with my family for a few days. I got to see e&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sm3IwK6_4hI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Sm5qoKtd4qI/s1600-h/iz121002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sm3IwK6_4hI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Sm5qoKtd4qI/s320/iz121002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363163461159215634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;veryone I wanted to see... which is a miracle :) - even if some were only for a moment. I also got to see my lil' brother's new pad... I am jealous of all the space in their apartment... but alas. I did birthday dinner with the whole fam, which was awesome. And it was made even more awesome by chocolate mousse crepes with raspberry puree... my prefered birthday "cake." I also had the charge of going through some of my boxes that I left down there - mostly of books. I went through a few, but the boxes seem never ending. But I suppose that's the way it is sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the flight from Hades last night trying to get home... let's just say I finally got back about an hour and a half later than we were supposed to. I'm just glad I had a good book to get me through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have one last day to be lazy and peaceful before I throw myself back into work - which is not at all going to start off slow. It will be more like being shot from a cannon. Looking forward to that. Ahem. I'm off to enjoy my last day of freedom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-7773878377159819542?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7773878377159819542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/birfday-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7773878377159819542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7773878377159819542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/birfday-week.html' title='Birfday Week!!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sm3AHLfw44I/AAAAAAAAAW4/muF69Pux1s4/s72-c/bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-2909456471878902454</id><published>2009-07-16T21:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:35:04.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter Wonderfulness</title><content type='html'>So, I saw Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince yesterday after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sl_a4CiljVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ispdMKs-9mA/s1600-h/New-Harry-Potter-and-the-Half-Blood-Prince-poster-upcoming-movies-6734143-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sl_a4CiljVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ispdMKs-9mA/s320/New-Harry-Potter-and-the-Half-Blood-Prince-poster-upcoming-movies-6734143-1024-768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359242737883647314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is my fave poster I've seen in the subways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful boyfriend spent the better part of his day getting us tickets - which is lucky cause they were all sold out by the time our movie was letting in. So props to the bf!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a Potter fan since basically the beginning. Every time a new movie comes out, I've reread the books before I go see the film. This year, I opted out. The problem is that I get so aggravated at the movie because I just read the book and I know exactly what's missing. I usually hate the movie the first time I see it... and then I see it a few more times in the theatre and decide I actually do like it. It's quite the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time I decided I'd not reread the books and just see the movie with a fresh look. And that was a great choice. I do realize some of the stuff that was changed/missing/etc, but it didn't bother me quite as much this time. I honestly didn't realize some of the issues until this morning when I was discussing the movie with a coworker - then it bothered me a little, but not enough to change my opinion of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sl_hDWf7d4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/scjUvKva1XI/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sl_hDWf7d4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/scjUvKva1XI/s320/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359249529289537410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly loved the film. I laughed, I cried, I felt the warm-fuzzies.... it was just great. I really enjoyed that they made the teen-angsty/lovey stuff come through more for this one (which is pretty well in line with the book). There was also a bit more snark in this one - which is always fun. I already loved the story and the movie just put it on the big screen for me :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. My vote is that this is a great movie. Now I have to decide if I want to see it again in the theatre (yes) even if I'm not having to convince myself to like it. I probably will - cause that's just what I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-2909456471878902454?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/2909456471878902454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-wonderfulness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/2909456471878902454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/2909456471878902454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-wonderfulness.html' title='Harry Potter Wonderfulness'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/Sl_a4CiljVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ispdMKs-9mA/s72-c/New-Harry-Potter-and-the-Half-Blood-Prince-poster-upcoming-movies-6734143-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-3157104993407426235</id><published>2009-07-11T13:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:53:14.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library Stuff'/><title type='text'>My Librarian Heart Goes Pitter-Patter</title><content type='html'>There are times when being a Librarian is very rewarding. And, of course, there are plenty of times that it's so frustrating that you start thinking people - in general - are incompetent. Other times you get a glimpse of humanity that you weren't expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SljMvd270UI/AAAAAAAAAUo/urmnAoT8bTk/s1600-h/librarian_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357256872598163778" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SljMvd270UI/AAAAAAAAAUo/urmnAoT8bTk/s320/librarian_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was having a cruddy day at work - one of those days where there aren't enough hours in the day to finish all the stuff you need to do... and people keep giving you more. So, I spent most of my day huffing around, being irritated, but getting stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour before my day was over, I had a customer encounter that turned my entire day around. And was very surprising considering the clientele I'm used to working with around here.&lt;br /&gt;An older (for this section) guy was looking for a book that we had down in our storage area in the basement of the Library. I told him I would send someone down for it, and he could hang out till they came back. While he was waiting, I had a woman come to the desk having issues with a Nursing test she was supposed to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we all have fond (*cough*sarcasm*cough*) memories of those Analogy sections on standardized tests. This was the part that the woman was trying to get help on. After looking through some of our study aid books, I decided that she might need to look in GRE study guides - because I remember coming across that when I was studying for that test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were talking about this, the older guy stepped in. He told us that he teaches GRE study courses and knew exactly what we were talking about. Not only that, but he said he had seen something on that over in the adult section last week - and then proceeded to &lt;em&gt;walk the woman over to the area she needed to be in&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't happen. Ever. Especially not around here. I was truly impressed and grateful to that guy - luckily we found him a copy of the book he wanted. It was just something that made me smile and think that people aren't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, until my next customer demanded I produce a book we don't own... but that's par for the course :). But that didn't keep my heart from doing a little pitter-patter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-3157104993407426235?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/3157104993407426235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-librarian-heart-goes-pitter-patter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/3157104993407426235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/3157104993407426235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-librarian-heart-goes-pitter-patter.html' title='My Librarian Heart Goes Pitter-Patter'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SljMvd270UI/AAAAAAAAAUo/urmnAoT8bTk/s72-c/librarian_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-8471195310962847973</id><published>2009-07-09T19:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:03:35.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a lightweight...</title><content type='html'>when it comes to sun-exposure. I swear, it takes me 15 minutes or less to burn to a crisp. Incidentally, I was outside longer than that yesterday. The trouble is that I was truly enjoying the day! Alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was gorgeous. Breezy, sunny, not very humid... perfect.  Luckily, it was my day off. We decided to spend the day job searching for the boyfriend extraordinaire. Specifically bartending jobs. Being in NYC, one would think there would be plenty of bartending jobs. And there may be... they're just for girls :). There was an open call yesterday for this really cool place, so we decided to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the boyfriend was in the interview and stuff, I found myself a place to sit and read. It was a pretty cool spot cause it was right on the Hudson - not that I wanna spend much time looking out at NJ, but whatever. It was a perfect place to enjoy the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, beautiful water... great weather... quiet pier... fun book... Just a perfect day off. See? I was a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlaAIvM1iUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YJkuF_BnfKI/s1600-h/IMG_8029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlaAIvM1iUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YJkuF_BnfKI/s320/IMG_8029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356609694401399106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I didn't realize I was burning. And I didn't find that out till late last night. At that point, I had a serious farmers burn. And no... I'm not going to put up a picture of that! Burned from wrist to upper elbow.... and tops of my knees down to my ankles. It's super attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I'm still a bit miserable from that. I would do it again though - perhaps with a tank top on or something so I didn't get all weirdly burned. Oh well. c'est la vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-8471195310962847973?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/8471195310962847973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-lightweight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/8471195310962847973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/8471195310962847973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-lightweight.html' title='I&apos;m a lightweight...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlaAIvM1iUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YJkuF_BnfKI/s72-c/IMG_8029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-5621356720474873660</id><published>2009-07-05T18:56:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:28:52.846-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>Do I get to be a "GAMER" now?</title><content type='html'>When does a person officially get to call themselves a gamer? What exactly are the requirements? Cause I've had a gamer-licious weekend... and I think I qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this I've always loved the simple/puzzle games. Such as...&lt;br /&gt;Luxor - any version works for me, but I'm currently working on 3 :) (both xbox and computer versions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlEybw0EfJI/AAAAAAAAATY/8dCRGjFutRs/s1600-h/luxor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlEybw0EfJI/AAAAAAAAATY/8dCRGjFutRs/s320/luxor3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355116884461386898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cradle of Rome - a little similar to Jewel Quest (Wii version).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlEytwsjGxI/AAAAAAAAATg/2jw4UPBoyRo/s1600-h/772_Cradle-of-Rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlEytwsjGxI/AAAAAAAAATg/2jw4UPBoyRo/s320/772_Cradle-of-Rome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355117193667484434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewel Quest - (both xbox and computer versions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlEy5oCeQQI/AAAAAAAAATo/VzZZU6X5iO8/s1600-h/225Jewel-Quest-SolitaireII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlEy5oCeQQI/AAAAAAAAATo/VzZZU6X5iO8/s320/225Jewel-Quest-SolitaireII.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355117397501952258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on.&lt;br /&gt;If it's a puzzle game, I'm all there. I love that stuff - probably because it's not really all that strenuous. But the truth is that a lot of games are ruled out because of their camera angles. Anything that's a "first person shooter"... or whatever that would be for a non-shooting game... I can't play. It makes me sick. It's pretty pathetic, huh? Those are the kinds of games that my boyfriend truly loves and gets addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he wanted to find me some stuff to play, so last year he bought the Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix game for his xbox and sat me down to it. It was good and all - I just got really stuck and I didn't get to play very often anyway. So I stuck with playing Rockband with him, and life was good. Ps... Rockband is awesome. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlE1OYwC6JI/AAAAAAAAATw/Df3gKAvMjcM/s1600-h/480px-Rock_band_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlE1OYwC6JI/AAAAAAAAATw/Df3gKAvMjcM/s320/480px-Rock_band_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355119953198639250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, the next Harry Potter game has come out - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince... and of course boyfriend extraordinaire purchased it for my birthday (yes, it came out before the movie... w000t!). Another early gift, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlE2XVVd07I/AAAAAAAAAT4/46QF5rsia5k/s1600-h/252px-Harry_Potter_and_the_Half-Blood_Prince_%28video_game%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlE2XVVd07I/AAAAAAAAAT4/46QF5rsia5k/s320/252px-Harry_Potter_and_the_Half-Blood_Prince_%28video_game%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355121206412301234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he purchased it, I've been extremely obsessed with it. As in, I've spent hours playing that game and have pretty much finished it - there are a few things I haven't gotten yet, but I went through the whole story and got almost all of the little reward things I'm supposed to get. So yeah! I'm feelin pretty good about it... and it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend wasted, but title earned? I think so :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-5621356720474873660?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/5621356720474873660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-i-get-to-be-gamer-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/5621356720474873660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/5621356720474873660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-i-get-to-be-gamer-now.html' title='Do I get to be a &quot;GAMER&quot; now?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SlEybw0EfJI/AAAAAAAAATY/8dCRGjFutRs/s72-c/luxor3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-7819008996064812136</id><published>2009-07-01T10:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:44:17.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early birthday!</title><content type='html'>So, my birthday isn't until July 22... but when you're dating someone who can't keep secrets, birthdays sometimes come early. Yesterday his mom was in town - she came for the weekend + a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was working, they went shopping and stuff. He texted me a few times saying, "I might be getting your birthday present." and "YAY Birthday present purchased!" and then "I might give this to you today." He has a massive inability to keep something a secret when he's excited about it. Of course, that's not really a problem for me! That means I get gifts early :).  So, yes... when I got home from work yesterday, he gave me my birthday present - 23 days early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that he's a handbag connoisseur? I think it was my last birthday when he got me my first designer bag - not that I asked for it... I was happy to stick with my Target purse, but he was embarrased to be seen near it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course he got me a new Dooney this year. He's learning that I need to fit about three books in my purses, so we're getting progressively bigger :). I was pretty pumped this morning when I could fit a sweater in there! So fun. How cute is this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SktxjK3-fmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qdROYr3snE4/s1600-h/AAAADAEbsCMAAAAAAERGCg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353497431088463458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SktxjK3-fmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qdROYr3snE4/s320/AAAADAEbsCMAAAAAAERGCg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I've already had my birthday... essentially. I'm still trying to decide if I am going to be traveling on the week of my birthday. I took that week off - just cause I had the time to take. I'm soooo ready for that vacation. Now all I have to do is figure out what to do with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions? Comments? Beauty tips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-7819008996064812136?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7819008996064812136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/early-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7819008996064812136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7819008996064812136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/07/early-birthday.html' title='Early birthday!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SktxjK3-fmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/qdROYr3snE4/s72-c/AAAADAEbsCMAAAAAAERGCg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-6546526562858956767</id><published>2009-06-29T15:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:50:12.106-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York Moment'/><title type='text'>New York Moment</title><content type='html'>There are some things that just hit me as "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; New York." Like, I'm sure this only happens here. I had one of these moments recently that just kinda made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home from work, there is a certain bodega (little, tiny grocery) that we like to frequent for necessities of the milk and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oj&lt;/span&gt; variety. While we were there the other day, I noticed a cat wandering around the store - not that surprising as our neighborhood is overrun with cats and the door is never shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, being a cat lover and all that, scratched behind it's ears for a second and got on with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oj&lt;/span&gt; purchasing. When I was going down the aisle, boyfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;extraordinaire&lt;/span&gt; said "You've got a Simon following you!" I looked behind me, and sure enough the cat had followed me. Oh, Simon is what we call pretty much every cat anywhere... it's all because of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jus_ohd6lAQ"&gt;this episode of American Dad&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought it was pretty funny, so there's photo evidence. (sorry for the blurriness)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SkkaerPHT4I/AAAAAAAAASY/2CK48M8t2-c/s1600-h/4801_637697656686_6500239_36125331_3872208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352838746411061122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SkkaerPHT4I/AAAAAAAAASY/2CK48M8t2-c/s320/4801_637697656686_6500239_36125331_3872208_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure that cat still knows who I am when I walk in. Go figure, right? Do I still rub it's head? Yes, yes I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there really any other place in the states where this happens? I'm imagining no, but I could be very wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-6546526562858956767?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/6546526562858956767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-york-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/6546526562858956767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/6546526562858956767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-york-moment.html' title='New York Moment'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SkkaerPHT4I/AAAAAAAAASY/2CK48M8t2-c/s72-c/4801_637697656686_6500239_36125331_3872208_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-7905107689837178222</id><published>2009-06-27T12:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:39:35.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>A Ranty Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SkZLMeNOAzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LQgO4NagyOM/s1600-h/rant_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352047884815434546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SkZLMeNOAzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LQgO4NagyOM/s320/rant_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes working on Saturdays makes me rant a little more than usual. I really don't mean to, or like to for that matter, but that's just the way it goes. The little things just irk me. Like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear lady on the train: Not EVERYONE wants to hear your kid singing some song in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;Dear customer: I will never understand what you want from me if you don't SPEAK. Lists don't equal questions. Try harder.&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible that the employee restroom at work is in MUCH worse condition than the public restroom?? Come on, now.&lt;br /&gt;Dear other customer: It's not possible for me to read every book you put your hand on - so, no. I don't know what that one is about. Read the blurb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth. This isn't including my co-worker rants... cause those might get out ;). I'm only semi-kidding there. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Saturday + Work = Rants. Got it? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside - it's not raining today. It's been a while since I've been able to say that. Yesterday Boyfriend and I got stuck in a very sudden downpour. That's always a fun walk. We. Were. Soaked. Umbrellas = not useful. See? Another rant. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'll leave you one last rant:&lt;br /&gt;Dear oblivious customer: It's not cute that your kid is wailing on the floor and you just keep walking. That's not ok. Please come back for your kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-7905107689837178222?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/7905107689837178222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/ranty-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7905107689837178222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/7905107689837178222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/ranty-day.html' title='A Ranty Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SkZLMeNOAzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LQgO4NagyOM/s72-c/rant_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-1600712663954370197</id><published>2009-06-25T21:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:45:24.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SkQulfQ9stI/AAAAAAAAARw/K2LzjiOOdh4/s1600-h/transformers2_poster1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SkQulfQ9stI/AAAAAAAAARw/K2LzjiOOdh4/s320/transformers2_poster1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351453478805680850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a whole new thing to see a movie with an expert. Perhaps there aren't many experts on movies, but I'm in luck that my boyfriend extraordinaire is an expert in all things toys and comics. This, of course, includes all things Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give this as his answer to the 'bot movies: "My childhood has been raped on film for all to see." So yeah, as a rule, he's totally against the movies... but he still goes to see them to make sure he knows what he's against :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda in between on the whole liking/disliking issue. I mean, I like all of the action and the way the 'bots move and are presented... it's just kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can definitely see what the problems are. I mean, there are portions of the movie that are just completely fabricated for the movies. That makes it seem a bit less authentic to the story. It's hard to piece things together with what I've seen on cartoons and comics and such - like the colors were kinda wrong for characters... the autobot/decepticon symbols were barely there (so ya never knew who was fighting whom).... and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to complain too much. I'm pretty sure my opinion has been skewed a bit because of the boyfriend. Which isn't a problem, but it's definitely made me a bit more cynical toward the Hollywood version of Transformers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092135061718274598-1600712663954370197?l=emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/feeds/1600712663954370197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-revenge-of-fallen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/1600712663954370197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092135061718274598/posts/default/1600712663954370197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emily-in-nyc.blogspot.com/2009/06/transformers-revenge-of-fallen.html' title='Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07151622585763596043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2138/1606108247_1b23c85ffc_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uk4oXjB6LGg/SkQulfQ9stI/AAAAAAAAARw/K2LzjiOOdh4/s72-c/transformers2_poster1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092135061718274598.post-5812177487854606285</id><published>2009-06-24T20:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:09:41.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>There's something so refreshing about starting a new blog. I've done it a few times - and it's always cause I'm tired of the format of the old blog. But for the sake of continuity - here is the &lt;a href="http://liquidrose23.xanga.com/"&gt;old blog url.&lt;/a&gt;  I used that one for, like, four years... I think. Something like that. It's pretty intense, whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really write about anything life changing - just basic life stuff. I've been living in NYC for a year and a half - being a Librarian and loving it! I'm still experiencing the city in different ways. Sometimes it's quite a trip, but at least that's always a trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've noticed that you can do anything ridiculous and people don't look at you crazy. I mean, usually you feel embarased if you trip on the sidewalk... here, not so much. The other day I accidentally ran our Danger Cart (aka the granny cart) into the ground with it packed with laundry. I looked like such a dweeb... but no one blinked an eye. Guess that's one of the wonderful things about the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted to start out the blog and such. Hopefully I'll get back to blogging more regularly here :). 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