Moving Advice

The best actual moving advice I've ever gotten is to use different colors of duct tape on different boxes and have a system.  Blue is bathroom, pink is living room, yellow is kitchen, etc.  That way, when the movers bring everything into the new place, there is no thinking necessary.  The only requirements are working eyes and not being color blind.  You see a color, you know where it goes.  Genus!  I wish I had thought of that in the 6 other times I've moved.  Alas.  It was super helpful with this move, and it made unpacking soooo much easier and quicker.  We didn't have to open every box to find what we wanted to put away first.  I did the breakfront first.  I unpacked white boxes.  Then I did the bathroom.  Blue boxes.  Etc.  So easy and simple and we are unpacked in less than a week.  Thank you to my supervisor for the suggestion.

However, the very best piece of advice I got while looking for an apartment, that is totally impractical, but made me laugh so hard.  When we were still searching for an apartment, and having a lot of trouble finding one, someone told me "maybe if you shtup the super a little, he'll help you out and give you an apartment".  It doesn't quite work that way where I live, but thank you for that.  And there goes my G rating.

Good News, Bad News...

~ Had turkey salad for lunch.  Yummm... :)
~ Didn't finish till 3pm.  Now I'm fleishig till 9.  Pooh. :(
~ Stayed at work till much later than I wanted.  Very productive, but still very late.  Yay for comp time. :)
~ Didn't get home till around 9pm.  Pooh.  :(
~ By the time I got home, I was already milchig.  Hooray! :)

Survival tip #831

If you're going to give someone you're phone number because you don't want him or her to ignore your call when it comes up as an unknown number, make sure you give them the correct number.  Otherwise, they will definitely ignore you.

I am thankful

I hate facebook.  Like vehemently with a fiery passion.  I hate it more than shopping, which I hate more than root canal.  I hate it for so many reasons.  1. it's such a big waste of time.  2. I got really super sick of seeing everyone posting about their perfect lives and all the things they have...that I don't have.  I've had enough of ppl bragging about all they have and everything that's perfect in their lives, and everything I don't have.  It makes me feel bad about my life - which btw isn't half bad, and I would be very happy with it, if facebook wouldn't ruin it all the time.  So I uninstalled facebook from my phone and I'm trying really super hard to stay away from it.  
And on that note, I will now list things in my life for which I am thankful, b/c this is my blog and no one is reading it, so I can brag about whatever I want and not offend anyone.

1. I am thankful for Tylenol cold medicine.  While I take it, I have no cold.
2. I am thankful for the perfect eggs I had this morning for breakfast, which I learned how to make from my husband, for whom I am always thankful.
3. I am thankful for the fun day I had today at the NY air show that was reeeeeally far away.
4. I am thankful for the 2 friends I went with to it, and to one of them for organizing.
5. I am thankful for the overpriced water for which I paid so that I would not dehydrate, only to get a free bottle later.
6. I am thankful for uniscotti.
7. I'm thankful for a ton of other things which I am too tired to list...thankfully.

Chicken is not the same as beef!

Soo...I thought I'd be so smart and clever and label my food.
Like so:

One for the chicken dish and one for the beef dish.  I thought it was such a great idea.  If only I had gotten the right picture on the correct dish...

Boro Park Jogger

I saw a man jogging.  Not so weird, right?  He had his ear buds in and he was jogging at a jogging pace.  That's how I figured out he was jogging.  I'm not just a pretty hat rack, ya know?  But also, he was fully dressed in regular clothes.  And as one wears in Brooklyn, he was wearing a white shirt, black pants, black jacket, and black hat.  If I hadn't been so surprised, I would have tried to take a picture.

Separate walking?

Today, I was walking between offices in Brooklyn.  As I was walking, and looking around at the stores and other buildings, and of course searching for random license plates, because who doesn't look for random license plates on every walk they take?!  So I was walking, minding my own business, when I suddenly noticed that as I was walking on the north side of the street, there were only men on my side of the street.  On the south side of the street, were lots of women and no men.  I've heard of separate seating, including on a bus, where I also get into trouble.  But can it be that Brooklyn is sooo frum that they have "separate walking"?!