Saturday, February 16, 2013

Blogs and Dogs

I am a crazy dog lady.  Anyone who knows me knows that. I'm fairly certain that it becomes obvious even to people I've just met after a 5 minute conversation.  I am borderline obsessed with my own dogs, my neighbors dogs, stray dogs, famous dogs, cartoon dogs, all of 'em. I am not ashamed of this.

This is not to say that I like the fact that my life revolves around my dogs. They tell me what time I get up in the morning- a perpetual alarm clock of whining, crying, and subsequent urinating if I don't get up (although I have been known to sleep through fire alarms and fall asleep at house parties, the disturbing sound of a dog quietly peeing on the floor in another room can wake me from even the deepest sleep in a cold sweat). Dogs determine when I run errands, when I go to the movies, how long I can stay out with friends, and even when I go to bed.  They dictate what I wear, since what's the point of wearing normal clothes when they're just going to be covered in fur and drool within 30 seconds?

Having two huge dogs in the city is hard, but the good outweighs the bad.  They force me to get up off the couch and get outside; when 100 pounds of dog is racing and jumping around you on the couch, the motivation to go for a walk suddenly appears like a fairy godmother. They also make me laugh all the time (when I'm not yelling, that is....). I love their wrinkly faces smashed into the couch, their muscular little bodies contorted into horribly uncomfortable looking positions in a pile on the bed, the snoring that sounds suspiciously like fighting pterodactyls, and the swishy full body wiggles that greet me at the door.  I think it's hilarious that whether I've been gone for 3 days or 3 hours I get the same "Thank God you've come HOME!!!" reaction when I appear. 

Having a dog means making saccrifices, but I don't mind.  In a way, they are making saccrifices too, to be with me.  They live in a tiny one bedroom in New York with two silly humans.  They put up with us, all of our crap, and still love us with an unconditional and exuberant amount of joy.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Return of the Jedi

Well. It seems that I have been crap at updating this thing.  I could give excuses, but the truth is really only that I got semi-busy and kept putting it off, as I do most things in my life. I am crap at keeping up at things.  However, since I have recently joined the Unemployed Brigade (by choice, sort of) I have more time on my hands. All the time in the world, actually.  Over the last 3 weeks I've watched enough episodes of Law and Order: SVU to be considered an EXPERT. If you have any questions regarding the regular cast or guest stars, just ask me, I'll know. I have also consumed  massive amounts of Life cereal and diet coke.

At this point I am pretty much back to where I started when we first moved here.  I have no income and no health insurance, but at least I know where to find necessary resources in the city now.  I did not want this blog to turn into a big pity party so I'm going to keep updating positively, even though I am a diehard pessimist. :)

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Bourbon, Brazilians and Nyquil

This is the first time in 4 days that I have not been comatose on Nyquil. The weekend started as a great fall weekend. With the arrival of a couple of friends I've known from middle school we went out on Sunday, not catching the 6 train until 1am. It was a good thing I took a nap beforehand, since our quick drinks at Spring Hill in Brooklyn turned into an early morning event of bourbon and tacos where I got home at 4:30am. Although we did make a quick stop at Duane Reade for their nice cold medicine selection.

Monday night I insisted I felt better enough to go to a book signing of my lovely friend Hannah's uncle, a wonderful photographer at The Bubble Lounge in Tribeca. A couple drinks and some Brazilian dancing later I felt so awful we had to leave.  Too bad we had to pass up an invitation to the photographer's Williamsburg loft for a night of excitement. Alas, maybe another time :/

Friday, September 7, 2012

29- yikes :/

I am officially in the last year of my twenties.  I have no idea how 29 snuck up on me so fast but it did.  All those birthdays of the past- waking up early filled with excitement, dread or both. Running to the bathroom mirror to check out how many new wrinkles I've developed. This year was really no different from any other day, but possibly more sad.  Not just because most of my friends and family are in a different state, but because I realized that not only have I not accomplished what I thought I would by this point, but I'm also not even sure the goals I had are still the goals I want. 

So this year, the year ushering me blindly into my thirties, will be a year of decision making and goal striving. I am not the type of person who has always known what they want to do. I have always known I want to make a difference in some way, but unsure of how to go about it.  This year will be about figuring out how to get "unstuck."

First step, what should I do next? Something that has always been an obsession of mine is taking pictures, so the first step forward I'm taking is to sign up for photography classes.  This will hopefully teach me new skills and develop a new hobby that might even turn into something more permanent in my life. Only time will tell...

Anyone have any interesting past or future goals for the remainder of their twenties?

Friday, August 3, 2012

If you really knew me....

Saw this on a few other blogs and thought it was cute.

If you really knew me....

1. you'd know that sometimes I cheat on Words with Friends by using

2.  you'd know that instead of trying to hide my bipolar disorder, I try to embrace that it's what makes me different.

3. you'd know that this attempt is tried every day by new anxieties and new hurdles.

3. you'd know that I haven't (intentionally) eaten meat in 18 years. Bacon often gets accidentally thrown on my veggie burgers and salads (is the universe trying to tell me something?).

4. you'd know that until 4 years ago I couldn't even boil water properly, or without incident, and now I'm a cooking fanatic.

5. you'd know that I am capable of consuming 1 regular sized box of cereal in under 36 hours. By myself.

6.  you'd know that I once aspired to be Etta James. You'd also know it didn't work out.

7.  you'd know that 2 things I do every single day are:  smile, and brush both my dog's teeth.

8.  you'd know that even though I'm not a "girly girl" there are certain things I CANNOT live without: a lint roller, a manicure and black eyeliner.

9. you'd know that while I do not want my body covered in tattoos, I have plans for multiple others to join the 4 I already have (including a pin up girl and a roulette wheel).

10. you'd know that I am loving New York City but am still super homesick!

What do you think? What are somethings people would know about you????

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Not a tourist anymore....

Some pretty rad updates:

My part time job only lasted 4 days.
.....cause I was offered a full time position! The people I work seem nice- not as great as the old gang but then again, I measure everyone against them :)
 So due to the job becoming full time, I will soon once again have health insurance. Great because I can find a psych in the area and also get my MRI done for my knee. Fourth floor walk ups are NOT good rehabilitation for MCL injuries, FYI.

I saw my first cockroach. This is good news because it was outside, and not in my apartment. If this was the case, I would be repacking all my stuff and getting the hell out of here :)
I got my first "new york" black eye- got punched in the face by the cat who lives at vet I'm working at. Apparently he does not like to be moved. Covered it up with eye makeup last night but this morning it looks especially awesome.
I was also nearly hit by the M31 bus yesterday morning on my way to work.  Apparently they don't let the good bus drivers work weekends....

In other news, the boy and I went to our first concert in NYC this weekend.  We got tickets to see Dwight and Nicole, a band we frequently saw in Boston, who are AMAZING. They put on a great show, which is not surprising but last night was different because it was the first night I felt like a "real" New Yorker.  We stopped by at a friend's party at The Brooklyneer and then headed to the show at the Blue Note around 12:30.  Sitting there watching them perform at this amazing historic jazz venue, I suddenly felt incredibly lucky to be in this city.  We didn't get home until around 3:30am, but I was so wired I couldn't get to sleep for another hour.
When I woke up this morning *ahem* (does 3pm count as afternoon on a Sunday?) we walked the dogs for a long time along the water and then went to see the new Woody Allen flick.  The whole weekend felt very unforced, relaxed, and very "new york."

This week I get my first paycheck in over a month, so I will be going crazy: groceries, bills, and possibly these great cupcake earrings from an etsy designer based in New York.
 Her store is called Poison and Sugar, and it is all kinds of awesome.

My rambling is done for now, but I'll be back.  Time to watch United States of Tara on Netflix (yay, we have tv!).

Saturday, July 7, 2012


Hey there,
I had some questions regarding some of my photos so I created an account on

Check it out if you're interested in purchasing some of my work, my user name is RaeG.
The site is amazing if you're interested in selling any of your artwork!