Love Ya 4-Eva

On our first date, Abe and I went to dinner in the East Village and then walked over the Williamsburg Bridge. Four (eeek) years later, we celebrated our dating-versary by walking over the Poughkeepside Highland Railroad Bridge, and then hitting up dinner and a movie.

The Walkway Over the Hudson State Historic Park (formerly the Poughkeepside Highland Railroad Bridge) just reopened as a pedestrian bridge in October 2009. It was freaking awesome, but it was also 10 degrees without the wind...and there is a lot of wind when you're standing above of the Hudson River.

Did I mention that we had dinner at the Red Lobster? It started off as a joke earlier in the day, but a few hours later we were sitting in a booth ordering the Admirals Feast and coconut shrimp. It was fun, but I think we realized that Brooklyn turned us into food snobs (thank goodness) and we're over the chain restaurant novelty.

I've never doubted how much Abe loves me, but after dinner he did something for me that not many men would do. He took me to see New Moon.

Happy Birthday, Brooke!

Since Brooke was in Amsterdam for her birthday, we had to celebrate with her a week later with dinner at Alexandria in the West Village.

Brooke's actual birthday is on New Year's Day so we had to bust out the champagne.

My Feet + LL Bean = BFF

Three or four years ago Santa brought me a pair of these LL Bean knit slipper socks. I freaking love them and have nearly worn them out.

These days I am finding that I need something a little more transitional. I don't turn on the heat in the kitchen because it is electric so the floors are freezing, but I'm also constantly running down into the basement and outside - my slipper socks don't like the snow and rusty nails.

I'm sticking with LL Bean and purchasing a pair of these puppies. The name of the slipper style? Wicked Good Moc Boots. How appropriate. I'm getting the men's version because they look like bunnies with the little shearling tail.

Mens Wicked Good Moc Boot

Womens Wicked Good Moccasin

Future Resident of my Dream Farm

I was just reading this article on NYTimes.com and learned of a breed of goat called the Tennessee fainting goat. It doesn't actually faint, but when startled it freezes and may loose muscle control and collapse.

photo taken from NYTimes.com /Mike Mergen for The New York Times

Look at that beard! So cute. And it faints like a woman in a 1950's horror movie when surprised by a monster...or a swear word.

Beacon Weekend: The Recovery

I was in zombie-mode after all the NYE festivities. My sister, her boyfriend, and his dog came for a visit Saturday night. That night, and most of the next day, we spent on the couch (all 5 of us) - taking turns to go into the kitchen and bring back more snacks, wine and Bloody Marys.

Wesley loooooves Abe. He kept wiggling over and squirming his way into Abe's arms.

Wes also loves Bloody Marys.

Wesley pretty much just loves all forms of attention.

I did manage to leave the house Sunday morning and take Wesley for a walk. That was a lot of fun even though it was 16 degrees.

Last night there was a marathon of The Secret Life of the American Teenager. It's not a good show (think 7th Heaven unsuccessfully trying to be 90120), but I consumed 4 hours of it and this morning found myself on the Facebook fan page for the show. Tonight is an all new episode. Will I watch it? The signs point to yes.