Found this article really interesting about how to get your Blog listed, now if only I could make more time to get my thoughts down on this blog!
Still reads a bit like Greek to me, but I'm working on it!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Bird. Plane.
Walking home with the kids from the neighborhood splash pad, minding my own business, when this comes flying overhead. It was MUCH larger and louder in real life. Will have to ask my father-in-law what species it is....
From the Archives
wee Daxtee at Whittamore's Farm in Oct 2004...just before he learned to walk unassisted.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
NYC - The Perfect Trifecta
Shopping. Dining. Culture.
(the view from our 17th floor window looking North from the LES)
Sally and I had a fab trip to NYC a few weeks ago. She booked at us at the tres cool Thomson LES - my how the Lower East Side has changed in the last 8 years. Teeming with hipsters and such great proximity to SOHO and the Village.
Re the Thomson. It has your requisite modern styling, complete with a Victoria's Secret-hosted pool party upon our arrival. Yes, I was THRILLED at the prospect of donning a bikini 8 months post partum (can you smell the reek of sarcasm). Needless to say, we skipped that party, though I got a lot of enjoyment out of taking a pic of the paps steaking out the front entrance of the hotel. Not to mention, the photo wall inside the hotel.
(the guys standing around are the paps, look closely for cameras; clearly based on their general malaise, I was NOT the intended target)
Aside from the view and the excellent location, I wasn't all that impressed with thompson LES. The staff seemed either highly medicated (i.e., sssllllow and stunned) or suffering from a major case of over-inflated self importance.
Looking beyond the lacklustre hotel service, we indulged in some fabulous window shopping and sustained ourselves with a few small purchases. I lusted after these shoes, but alas they don't look too comfortable or appropriate for stroller walks, do they? You can almost see how upset the shoes are that I didn't choose them!
We ate at some fabulous restaurants, in large part due to Gwyneth Paltrow's GOOP recommendations www.goop.com Night 1 was Lupa, mouth watering Italian (save for the head cheese and lupina, which we came to learn is veal tongue!) followed by Hundred Acres on Night 3. We hit up a theatre district place called 44 1/2 Hell's Kitchen prior to seeing Memphis. Wouldn't hit that up again (the resto, not Memphis...more on that shortly). I so thoroughly enjoyed Hundred Acres that Sally almost had to carry me fireman styles back to the hotel. Delicious doesn't do it justice.
We got a good dose of cultural activities in as well. First, we saw Tony-award winning Memphis on Night 2 followed by a too short visit to Moma on Day 3. I could have spent half the day in the gift shop alone!!!
We will definitely be back for another girls weekend...hopefully, this time the service will be on par with the food & cultural experiences!
(the view from our 17th floor window looking North from the LES)
Sally and I had a fab trip to NYC a few weeks ago. She booked at us at the tres cool Thomson LES - my how the Lower East Side has changed in the last 8 years. Teeming with hipsters and such great proximity to SOHO and the Village.
Re the Thomson. It has your requisite modern styling, complete with a Victoria's Secret-hosted pool party upon our arrival. Yes, I was THRILLED at the prospect of donning a bikini 8 months post partum (can you smell the reek of sarcasm). Needless to say, we skipped that party, though I got a lot of enjoyment out of taking a pic of the paps steaking out the front entrance of the hotel. Not to mention, the photo wall inside the hotel.
(the guys standing around are the paps, look closely for cameras; clearly based on their general malaise, I was NOT the intended target)
Aside from the view and the excellent location, I wasn't all that impressed with thompson LES. The staff seemed either highly medicated (i.e., sssllllow and stunned) or suffering from a major case of over-inflated self importance.
Looking beyond the lacklustre hotel service, we indulged in some fabulous window shopping and sustained ourselves with a few small purchases. I lusted after these shoes, but alas they don't look too comfortable or appropriate for stroller walks, do they? You can almost see how upset the shoes are that I didn't choose them!
We ate at some fabulous restaurants, in large part due to Gwyneth Paltrow's GOOP recommendations www.goop.com Night 1 was Lupa, mouth watering Italian (save for the head cheese and lupina, which we came to learn is veal tongue!) followed by Hundred Acres on Night 3. We hit up a theatre district place called 44 1/2 Hell's Kitchen prior to seeing Memphis. Wouldn't hit that up again (the resto, not Memphis...more on that shortly). I so thoroughly enjoyed Hundred Acres that Sally almost had to carry me fireman styles back to the hotel. Delicious doesn't do it justice.
We got a good dose of cultural activities in as well. First, we saw Tony-award winning Memphis on Night 2 followed by a too short visit to Moma on Day 3. I could have spent half the day in the gift shop alone!!!
We will definitely be back for another girls weekend...hopefully, this time the service will be on par with the food & cultural experiences!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
A blog is born. Welcome Knugette!!!
Thank you to Sally for reminding me about "McNuggers", the inspiration behind my blog's name. Suffice to say the story behind "McNuggers" is rather long and sordid. I can tell you that the origins of said "McNuggers" involved a drunken night, a van-sized taxi cab, and a McDonald's drive thru. That's all. I. Swear.
I thought the humour of "McNuggers" was too 'had to be there', and any of the short forms I came up with, well let's just say they were straddling (painfully so!) the PC line.
And then I remembered one of my son's first "Daxisms", uttered around the age of 2 1/2. One evening I cleaned his ear with a Qtip only to discover a golf ball-sized piece of ear wax to which he proclaimed, "chicken nugget!"
And so, Knugette was born.
ps pronounced Nuh Geht
I thought the humour of "McNuggers" was too 'had to be there', and any of the short forms I came up with, well let's just say they were straddling (painfully so!) the PC line.
And then I remembered one of my son's first "Daxisms", uttered around the age of 2 1/2. One evening I cleaned his ear with a Qtip only to discover a golf ball-sized piece of ear wax to which he proclaimed, "chicken nugget!"
And so, Knugette was born.
ps pronounced Nuh Geht
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