UPDATE

Oooh, so long since I have posted. So much has happened, but I'll give you the sound bite, rather than the full album. Are you ready? Deep breath!

Shawn and I broke up, and I moved back to California in August. GASP! No, say it aint so! Alas, it is. I am doing very well back on my native side of the country, however. With this change, I am going to be signing off from this blog, and creating a new one! So if you enjoyed our time together as I did (I mean honestly, you're pretty cool, and really really ridiculously good looking if I do say so myself) then click on the below link and follow me :) It's still in construction, so give me a few days to get everything going. See you cool cats on the other side

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Of Mice and Men

Shawn and I have been fighting quite a battle with two little creatures we have lovingly named Mickey and Minnie. To our dismay, the couple had been taunting us every step of the way. That all changed last night...well, sort of...

It all started when I came down stairs one morning, and found little black pellets on my counter.
Mouse poop.
Disgusting.

Now, Shawn and I are clean people. We wash our dishes, we make sure there isn't any food left out. Mice, it seems, do not care how clean you are. They will continue visiting you in the hopes that they will happen upon a crumb that wasn't swept away by your sponges. Until that happens, they will make a point to poop on all of your counter surfaces, your stove, your ceramic spoon holder that your mother made for you, your dishes, your sponges, your silverwear, etc etc. Needless to say, they had to go.

Our landlord bought us the biggest mouse trap I have ever seen. This thing could take down a small child. We set it up on the counter, and every morning, I made Shawn go into the kitchen first. I'm an animal lover, and the thought of walking into the kitchen and finding a crushed little mouse makes me shiver. Every morning he would enter the kitchen alone. Every morning he would call me in to see that they had eaten the bait, but had not been caught. We discovered that the trap wasn't sensitive at all. The mice could have a party on the trigger, and nothing would happen. Per my fathers suggestion, we tied meat to the trigger, in the hopes that they would have to tug on the bait, thus setting off the trap. We woke up to the string still tied to the trigger.

We created our own trap. Shawn made a make-shift ramp out of a Ritz cracker box that lead up to the opening of a large protein container. We put dabs of peanut butter leading up to the opening of the container, and a large drop of it inside. Our thought was that they would go in for the peanut butter, and not be able to get out.

Did you know that mice can jump?
Did you know that mice can jump higher than a large protein container?
Well, we didn't.
We woke up to a trap with no mice and no peanut butter.

They were outsmarting us. We had to get new trap, this much was obvious. We went to The Home Depot, and came upon a large assortment of mouse traps. That's when I saw one that would catch our devious little roommates, without killing them. They would walk into a plastic box, and up a metal ramp. Once they were on the ramp, flattening it to the floor, it would push up a metal door trapping them inside. It took 2 days for them to figure out that they needed to go inside of the trap to get to the peanut butter waiting inside.

Somehow, they had both gone into the trap. Somehow, the trap door didn't shut. Somehow, Mickey had wedged himself under the ramp and was stuck, trapping Minnie in. 
We'd won!
Victory was ours!

Then we tried to transfer them..

Mistake number 1: We decided to put them into the same protein container they had escaped from previously.
Mistake number 2: We tried to transfer them while still in the kitchen.

Although I'm sure he will dispute this, Shawn stood in the dining room and watched me while I tried to transfer Mickey and Minnie by myself. Once I got the trap open, Minnie fell into the container, no problem. Mickey, however, was still stuck. I used the top of the trap to cover the part of the container opening that was not filled by the trap. I cooed at him, telling him that it would be OK, and we would get him free. Finally, Mickey began to drop. While Minnie sat content with the cookie we had placed into the container to feed them, Mickey decided to spring a jail break. Suddenly, between the lid of the trap, and the trap itself, Mickey's little head popped out.

"WHAT DO I DO?! HE'S ESCAPING!!" I yelled.
"STOP HIM!" Shawn yelled back.

Too late. Mickey's little hands were gripping the edge of the container lid, then POP. Out he flew onto the floor. I screamed and dropped both the trap and the lid onto the counter, and ran onto the stairs, a safe distance away I felt. Shawn remained in the dining room.

"Did the other one get out too?!" He asked.
"I don't know! Cap it!!" I squealed.
"You cap it!" He squealed back.
"Shawn! Do it!"

Apparently, Minnie really was too preoccupied with her cookie to try and escape. One down, one to go. We set the trap again.

This morning I woke up and realized Mickey was back in the trap. He was stuck again, trapped by his own girth, but under the door this time. I was not going to be the one who transported him, that was for sure. After putting on sweatpants, a sweatshirt, shoes and gloves, Shawn opened the trap into a garbage can, this time in the basement.

On Tuesday, we're planning on releasing them into the park. I wish it wasn't as cold as it is, but as least they have a chance of surviving this way. Until then, I will be carefully watching the basement door. Watching for Mickey's little head to pop out from under it, and dare me to try and catch him again...Let's just hope they don't have any children who decide to follow in their parents footsteps.

Snow!

As I'm sure you've heard, several snow storms have hit NYC and the surrounding areas. Here are some pictures of the snow :)

Aww so pretty

This picture doesnt do the thickness of this ice justice. It was easily a good 2-3 inches thick. I thought it was snow, got half way up the hill it was on, started slipping, and had to leave my car to run home and get Shawn for help. I love snow. I HATE ice.

Fresh layer of snow on the front steps.

Gorgeous sunset by Shawn's school.

Om Nom Nom.



The adventures of Terri and DJ

It's been awhile, friends. As my father so lovingly reminded me last night, my postings are becoming less common that originally expected. Life in the Big Apple has kept me busy. I now have a full group of friends, and with Christmas quickly approaching, I have been shopping for as many gifts as my measly unemployed budget can withstand. The beauty of living in a big city, however? There are HUNDREDS of fun things to do that are completely free...well...aside from transportation.

Erika, as I have mentioned before, is my unemployed NYC counter part. We have also lovingly given each other pet names; Terri and DJ. Because she is also from a small town outside of New York state, she is just as excited to see and do all of the things that I am. So, lets recap on our glorious cost efficient adventures, shall we? Lets shall.

New York City: Yes, we live here, but have you any idea how large this city is? There are so many things on our check list of things to do here, that this will often be one of our adventure spots.

Originally, we were going to watch Bon Jovi perform on the Today Show, but by the time we got there, we realized we wouldn't see anything. We also didn't particularly care for Bon Jovi. Instead, we waited in line for tickets to be standbys to watch the Jimmy Fallon Show.

We didn't make it into the audience.

The lowering of the Christmas tree in Rockefeller.

Inside St. Patrick's Cathedral. This Cathedral was in TIME after the Kennedy assassination.

Inside the biggest Disney store I have ever seen, yet, they didn't have a single adult sized Little Mermaid t-shirt.

Central Park.

Yea, we saw Ben Stiller filming a movie.

Yea, we also saw Casey Afflec filming a movie with Ben Stiller.

Outside of F.A.O. Shwarts with the doorman. This is the toy store that Tom Hanks played the giant piano in, in the movie BIG. Sadly, that particular piano was not on display.

One of the stuffed animals inside of F.A.O. Shwarts.

Getting ready to take the train home out of Grand Central Station.

It was grand.

 Mianus: Yes, this is an actual town, located just outside of Greenwich Connecticut. I'll admit, the only reason why we went to Mianus, is so that we could say Mianus all day long.

"Hey, Erika, did you see that train running through Mianus?"

"Hey, Em, did you see the man riding a bike in Mianus?" 

You get the picture. The entire day was filled with shenanigans such as these. Although there really isn't anything all that interesting in Mianus, the story of our journey up there made the trip well worth it.

New York City (again): A few days ago, Erika were feeling like we needed to get our kicks strolling through the city again. This time, however, we had a plan. On the agenda?

1. Take the 6:50am train into Grand Central Station.

2. Wait in line to get standby tickets for Jimmy Fallon.

3. Go to the Museum of Sex (this is not free, however, we figured that spending money on one activity per visit would be ok.)

4. Take the subway to the Staten Island Ferry, take the ferry. Fun Fact: tickets to go to Liberty Island are pretty pricey. Instead, take the Staten Island Ferry. It's free, takes you relatively close to Lady Liberty, and also provides a BEAUTIFUL view of Manhattan as well the Brooklyn Bridge.

5. Go to Wall Street, Little China, and Little Italy.

6. Go back to check in for Jimmy Fallon to see if we got a seat in the audience.

Why is it that whenever a plan of attack is made, nothing goes as planned? Due to weather, 19degrees to be exact, Erika and I missed the 6:50 train, and instead caught the express train at 7:10.

"It's ok," we thought, "they don't pass out the standby tickets until 9...plenty of time."

The train Gods responded with debris on the tracks, resulting in the closing of all but 2 tracks during Ne York rush hour. We got to Grand Central Station a quarter after 8. We then hailed a cab to NBC studios, a location our cabby was unfamiliar with, causing us to try and give directions using a map that was in the cab.

We arrived at 8:30, and were numbers 27 and 28 in line. Once in line, we learned who the guests were; Nick Cannon, Robert Plant, and Sir Paul McCartney.

"There is no way w are going to get into this show," I told Erika. She agreed, however, we decided to stick around and try our luck anyway. It was a Thursday, it was freezing, and we were hoping those would pull in our favor.

Once we had our tickets in hand, we quickly shoved them into our bags, and headed off to the Museum of Sex.

This is a PG 13 example of one of the exhibits.

From here we went to the Staten Island Ferry. Although it was freezing, I stood outside and took photos

Lady Liberty shinin in the sunlight.

Manhattan from the back of the ferry.

From here, Erika and I went to Little China to take a look around. Erika had been telling me how freaked out she got when she went, because she felt like she was lost in China. At about 3:00, we decided we should head back to NBC Studios to check in for Jimmy Fallon. We were pretty sure that we had to be back at 4:30, but we weren't possitive. We pulled out our tickets. There, gleaming at us was the time we had to check in by in order to possibly make it onto the Jimmy Fallon Show...3:30. We were at least a 20minute subway ride away from Grand Central, which was the closest station we knew of. We got lost twice on our way to Grand Central, by getting on the wrong trains.  

Once the train stopped in Grand Central, we ran up to the street. To make things worse, the one time we needed a cab, there were none in sight. We ran the 6 1/2 blocks to NBC Studios. Once inside, we bolted up the escalator. By this time, my knee was giving out on me, and I was having trouble keeping up with Erika's Speedy Gonzalez pace. 

"Erika!" I managed to blurt out under gasps for breath, "Wait!"

That's when it happened. I tripped. I don't know if you've ever fallen down an escalator, or witnessed someone who has, but they don't fall down; they fall up. I tumbled on the same three steps multiple times, before managing to regain my footing and continue up the stairs.

The pain in my knee was throbbing. Was I bleeding? I didn't know. Would I lose my leg due to the fall? I was pretty positive. None of that mattered, however. All that mattered was getting on Jimmy Fallon, seeing Paul McCartney, and having the most bad ass adventure story in NYC yet.  We managed to check in just in time. Then came the waiting.

Trying to get onto a TV show, is much like a game. A waiting game, that is. You get your ticket, then have to wait to come back several hours later. Once you come back and check in, you have to wait to hear if you are one of the lucky contestants who gets to go onto the next round, and wait some more. Erika and I were two of those lucky contestants. 

"If you are number 1-120, you are going to the next round. Please follow me upstairs." We did as requested, and followed the girl with the Buddy Holly glasses, and skinny jeans up to the elevator, down a flight of stairs, and into a long hallway. 

"Numbers 1-19, you're through to the show. The rest of you can wait until we have everyone seated, at which point we will know how many more, if any, will be allowed in."

The waiting game continued for what felt like days. Finally, the girl in the Buddy Holly glasses and skinny jeans announced,

"Follow me, guys." Again, we did as requested, and followed her back to the original floor the waiting game started on. 

"Ok, so, we're only going to take 9 more of you. That means that number 28 will be the cut off. If you are number 29 on, I'm sorry, but you will not be going into the taping."

Erika and I looked at each other. 

"Holy shit, dude." I said, still in amazement that my ticket number read the winning number 28. 

"OH MY GOD! WE'RE GOING TO SEE JIMMY FALLON!" she excitedly exclaimed while jumping up and down. 

Waiting to be seated for Jimmy Fallon.

Jimmy Fallon was amazing. Although I don't find him to be all that humorous, he did a great job pulling some good stories out of Paul McCartney. Also, Robert Plant canceled, so Paul McCartney performed 2 songs, including one he wrote for John Lennon. 

I'm still flying on the high of that day. 



Now that I know how...

I thought I would post some pictures of my trip out to NYC, and share some of the beauty the country has to offer.

A freak hail storm we encountered in New Mexico.

4 of 10 spray painted cars on the side of the highway in Texas.

Signing the wall outside of Graceland. Unfortunately, we weren't able to go inside.

A shot from inside Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah Georgia. This was the most beautiful cemetery I had ever seen.

Another shot from Bonaventure.

Annnd another.

And one more...

This is the statue from "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil." She was on the cover of the book, and the movie. Originally, she was in Bonaventure Cemetery, but after the movies release, she was so popular, they moved her to a museum to cut down on the foot traffic in the cemetery. I had to sneak this shot. What you can't see is the security guard JUST out of frame, oblivious to my sneaky picture taking skills.

Leave changes in New York are as beautiful as I imagined they would be.

Update On All Things Emily

I'm slacking. I know. Let's recap on life, shall we?

First let me start off by saying Shawn's mom is doing fantastic. She will finally be going home, and can now walk with the help of a walker. I think that is what I'm most thankful for this Thanksgiving.

1. I had a battle with the Landlord. Think, grenade launchers, bazookas, angry buffalo and a 9 iron. The cause of the war? Shawn and I being allowed to do anything in the house.

No parking in the driveway.

No putting furniture in any room but our bedroom.

No touching the thermostat.

Landlord can come over, unannounced, whenever he feels the desire.

No cleaning any room without permission from Landlord.

No moving disgusting, mold infested items from the cupboard belonging to Landlord.

No cleaning any cupboards without permission from Landlord.

The list goes on..We made a mutual decision to meet the following day at noon to discuss everything in detail, write everything out in detail, and sign every clause. By the end of the "discussion" Shawn and I were so frustrated, we left the house for several hours until we knew he was gone.

The next day, 45minutes after the scheduled meeting time, the Landlord showed up, and we had our meeting. His attitude was completely different, and everything that Shawn and I had been saying the day before was agreed upon as being just and fair, written down, and signed by all parties. We even got the "OK" to get a dog. Something Shawn is just thrilled about.

I want one of these. It's a teacup Yorkie, and yes, they are cuter than a baby vomiting rainbows and unicorns.

I believe Shan's face looked something like this when the Landlord said I could have one of the above, should we decide to get one.



2. I made friends! No, I wasn't too horribly worried about making friends, but it can be tough. I met Erika one of the three days that we worked together. Her boyfriend works at the hospital on the campus that Shawn goes to school at. Like me, she moved to NYC from a small town. Like me, she has been with her boyfriend for 2 years. Like Shawn, Johnny is originally from New York, and met his significant other in her home state. We joke that we have been living parallel lives in different states.

I also met all of Shawn's classmates. I am in love with them, like he said I would be. All of them are from out of state, and were looking for new friends. They found each other at school, and I found them at a dinner party. Having a group of friends has made NYC feel more like home.

Some of the group. Shawn is taking the picture, and the others werent able to join us.

3. I came home for 2 weeks. It's odd. Part of me feels like I never left, but part of me feels like I've been gone forever. I find myself looking for food that I bought and have in the cupboards in NYC. I hesitate before trying to put anything down the sink, as the sink in NYC does not have a garbage disposal. I can watch TV. I can take a full shower without the water turning ice cold while rinsing the conditioner out of my hair. I can park in my own driveway. I feel by the time I have acclimated to being home again, and the 3 hour time difference, it will be time for me to get back on the plane.

Tonight, I am going out with three of my girlfriends, including Erin, Mandi, and my best friend Kay. Tomorrow I am driving to see Ty, my best friend since pre-school, and spend the night out dancing with him. Sunday, my oldest brother and nephew fly in, and Wednesday my other brother and his girlfriend fly in. It's looking to be a very fulfilling trip home.

Note: Shawn has requested that his photo not be shared. Therefore, any image used to represent him should be assumed to be a free image from Google, and not the handsome stud muffin he truly is.

Young Dogs Can Learn New Tricks Too

My parents like to call me the computer guru. I am very good with computers, however, I don't know everything about them, nor do I claim as such.

I have been wondering how to add photos and possibly video to this blog. It has simultaneously confused and amazed me, although I never really looked into how to do it.  I would prefer to look like this:

As you may have concluded, today I learned.

"How did you learn that magical new trick, Emily?" you may be asking yourselves. Well, friends, I hovered over the tools at the top of my editing screen, and read the hypertext links describing what each button does.

I am telling you this, because I may be adding photos to old posts. The soap mishap, for example, now has an image of the dishwasher.

Don't try to hide it. You're impressed. I can tell.