NYC Part 3

I realize that these post are largely descriptive, and maybe not that interesting, but I really want to write it all down so that in a few years I can remember it more accurately. And since I need an audience for everything I do, you all both will just have to suffer through.
Saturday we woke up and managed to drag our battered bodies out of bed.
We(Everette and I) dressed ourselves and headed down to a restaurant in the hotel that served a breakfast buffet. A buffet, Everette's brother got us complimentary tickets for (because he is awesome), or we would have "suffered" through the continental breakfast upstairs.

I managed to choke down an egg omelet and some bacon and more. I think I am going to have to do a whole post or serious of posts on New York food, because it was amazing. So stay tuned. You know I always follow through on my blog promises.
After breakfast we hopped in a cab and headed to the USS Intrepid museum. Something Everette drummed up. It was actually really interesting. If you ever do it, spring for the audio tour, you really will learn a whole lot more, and you don't have to exert so much energy reading... trust me, in New York, you need to do three things: 1.conserve energy 2. Sit whenever possible and 3. PEE whenever possible.
One super neat thing, there were a few men who actually served on the Intrepid who volunteer at the museum (which is actually the old ship). It was neat to hear them talk about the ship, as they knew it in a very different way. (Hey mom, this is one of those moments when I wished you were with me, so that you could ask a bazillion questions, and embarrass me to death, but secretly I'd  be happy, because I was learning so much and really wanted to know the answers to all those annoying questions you were asking.)

 Reason number one I would never work on a submarine

 Reason number two

 This, from the Growler submarine, is the most badass freestanding mixer ever (until we saw the one in the galley of the ship).

 This is the view from the stern of the carrier (facing starboard)

 This is the view of the bow of the ship (are you impressed with my boat terminology yet?)

 (Our intelligent, charming, knowledgeable tour guides) Apparently helicopter pilots too!

We each took a turn in the G-4 simulator. Which was totally awesome. Once I convinced Everette it would be more fun to spin the crap out of it than it would be to try to "play the game" and actually shoot the enemy.

This is NOT the G-4 simulator. This is the tiny replica rescue boat. On a giant waterbed, so you could really get the feel for what it would be like. At one point all four of us were in it and I really did fear for my life.

We then grabbed a cab back to Brad and Meghan's apartment to watch the Tiger Bowl. We had earlier discussed heading to the bar that plays all things Auburn to watch the game, but I think we were all happy to veg on the couch and watch the game. I am pretty sure everyone took a power nap.

Sorry Meghan, Everette took this, and you just look so darn cute!


We dashed back to the hotel to change clothes and headed to a restaurant called Quality Meats for a divine dinner. I mean.. divine. But again, more on that later.

 I will vouch for Everette here, he is happy, just full!

 So something weird and freaky is happening with my makeup and the camera flash... but what would be a rather adorable picture, is bizarro, as I look like death has just washed over me.

We stopped in at the Apple Store, just to look around.
(I didn't take any pictures here, because I didn't have an iphone, or an itouch, or an icamera or an i-mark-of-the-beast and I was afraid, someone would throw me out..and we had some serious Youtube videos to watch)
Everette and I strolled happily back to the hotel. In a happy, dreamy, food induced haze.

We then walked in through the Main Lobby, which, quite frankly, I am not sure how anyone can come to work every day and not catch their breath every time they step through those doors.

More, more, more, more to come!

A Helpr I a bee: A break from NYC

I have the next part of the NYC trip all written, but you can blame my slow computer for the lack of pictures.. so in the mean time you can see this super cute video of Jonathan.
OK the video quality itself is pretty poor because I took it with my phone. but the sound is what is so dang cute.
A quick viewing note.
1. Jonathan is picking up his toys... cheerfully.
2. Don't forget to turn up the volume!


25525998937 ORIG from Everette Mills on Vimeo.

NYC Day 2

I am currently sitting on a mountain of pillows on a four poster bed, in a white fuzzy bathrobe, and I smell like lemons.
My feet however, ache, and I think I might have literally walked my hips out of socket.
Today Everette's brother Brad took the day off and showed us around the city.
First of all, we need to discuss the room we are staying in...
Brad is the manager of a relatively well-known high end hotel in New York City. It may or may not be on Park Avenue and 50th.  Specifically, he manages the section of the hotel where guests stay for extended periods of time, or even live.
The room is gigantic, and amazing. And there are piles of pillows... soft, sinky pillows.
I just soaked my tired legs in a HOT HOT water, in a deep tub, only after we ate red velvet cake from Room service.
Below is a video tour of our room. And you can see Everette in his jammies. It is four or five minutes long so you might want to go to the bathroom first.

Hotel Room Tour from Everette Mills on Vimeo.

Back to today and my tired feet....
We woke up this morning got dressed, and Brad met us at our hotel at 9 AM. We headed first to ground zero. Sadly, (well I guess not) they have started to rebuild and there wasn't much to see. We did walk into St. Paul's church, a church right across the street from Ground Zero, that in the days following September 11, became a place of rest and refuge for the volunteers.  You could see the scuff marks left on the pews from the Firemen's boots. It was quite remarkable. I didn't take any pictures, because, honestly, it just didn't seem appropriate.
One neat thing, was a priest vestment was donated, and during the following months firemen, and police men attached patches from their stations onto the vestment. In the months and years following visitors to ground zero brought their own similar patches and pinned them on. It was completely covered.

Next we headed to wall street so Everette could get his picture taken with the bull. The front was occupied so we headed to the rear.

I predicted before we arrived, that this picture would be the only one in which you will be able to see Everette's real genuine smile.  You can judge for yourself.

We decided we ought to get our picture in the front, since we were there.

From there we went to Battery Park to get our tickets to the Liberty/Ellis Island Ferry.
The wait was about an hour, but it gave Everette a chance to have a very cold, very salty soft pretzel from a street vendor. I made a much wiser choice (in my opinion) and opted for sugared almonds. They were tasty.

(A crappy picture of how LONG the line was for the ferry)
 
After disrobing to walk through the metal detectors we boarded the Ferry.

We opted to bipass the statue and head to Ellis Island.

If you read earlier posts I predicted Everette would spend a great deal of time reading everything there was to read in the entire museum. I was not wrong.
I pooped out with a few exhibits left, so Brad and I headed down to the cafe for a cup of coffee while Everette finished up.
We then trucked over to the Brooklyn Bridge.

I figured after we hit the halfway point I would just keep on going, just to say I walked to Brooklyn, but when we reached the halfway point.
 
I decided it wasn't worth it, and if walked across, I would have to walk back.
We met Meghan just back over the bridge and after stopping at the most disgusting Starbucks in the world, to pee, we headed to Little Italy, by way of Chinatown.
We accidentally made a wrong turn, which turned out to be a FANTASTIC detour. We headed down a street with rows and rows of tiny Chinese food markets. The kind that have buckets of live frogs and barrels of fish stacked up on ice. THere were roasted ducks with the head and beak. There were baskets of dried shrimp. It was awesome.
We finished with a delicious dinner. And walked through Times Square.


(This is a store dedicated entirely to pop tarts.. you could order them and eat them right there)
 
(There was a ferris wheel inside Toys R Us, and one of the cars was the Little Tykes Cozy Coupe)
 
And back to the hotel through Rockefellar Center.

Sadly, that isn't even everything we did today, but my mountain of pillows is call my name, and we have a full day tomorrow.

Getting there is half the battle

Currently, I am sitting in the new Indianapolis airport, waiting to board our nonstop flight to La Guardia. I have already consumed a hot cup of coffee, and Everette has already sent 36 emails.
If there were ever any doubts that Everette loved me, I am sure of it now. He left his work computer at home. And as we got out of the car he left his work phone in the van.
Our flight is delayed until 5:03... here's hoping it wont' be any longer. Our flight is super crowded, so that should be fun.
Regardless, It is going to be awesome...
I think I mentioned earlier that we decided not to check our bags... it's only 3 days, how hard could it be.
Difficult, as it turns out.
Considering, Everette's shoes take up 75 % of the suitcase space.  But we did it. And here is evidence to prove.

 Traveling with Everette is... an... adventure.
On one hand he does it all the time, and knows EVERYTHING, you need to know. He also has a pretty good system for maneuvering his way through airports swiftly.
On the other hand he does it all the time and he doesn't particularly enjoy it.
For me, flying is still fun. I don't do it all the time, so I still enjoy people watching, and exploring airports.  Especially once I am through security.
Everette, however, from the moment he steps off the shuttle, he is in some sort of derby race with invisible horses, and sprints out of the gate in a dead run.
He will not stop until he gets to his gate.
We get off the shuttle and Everette cranks up his already brisk walking pace to Olympic speed walking.  He bolts to the security line. Once he reaches the line he maniacally maneuvers his luggage through the winding lane ropes used to herd people like cattle through the detectors. He almost took one out.
Once he reaches the x-ray  machine he slips off his shoes rips out his computer and liquids shoves his bags (and mine-whether I was ready or not) through the machine.

Everette is a great man, but I would not want to be in battle with him. He does not subscribe to the "never leave a man behind" motto.  He operates under, you snooze you loose.
Everette scoops up all of our crap and tosses it onto the table, where he proceeds put his shoes back in and repack the bags. I however, still trying to figure out where I am, am left bewildered. I begin to collect myself and begin the task of redressing myself, as I practically had to completely disrobe to make it through security. I had to remove my shoes, my sweater, my insulin pump, and my bracelets. (yes,I could have left the bracelets at home, but the day I stop accessorizing is the day the terrorists win!). I barely had my sweater on, and I looked up and Everette had taken our bags and left. So I with one shoe half on and my sweater tucked in my pants grabbed my purse and followed after.
Begging him to slow down. He did not. He runs on the moving sidewalks. Once we made it through security, in my mind, I thought.. ok, breathe. look around.  find coffee, and food. and restrooms.
Everette was undeterred...so I put my foot down and told him I was going to get coffee and I would just meet him at our gate. He asked me for a mocha and kept on walking.
More later.

less than 24 hours until NYC

I first want to point out that I tried to use the less than sign, but unfortunately Blogspot thinks I am trying to write code. So I actually had to type the words "less than"  which kind of lost it's zing.
Anyway, in a few hours I, and certain other members of my family will be heading East (and a little North) to the Big Apple.
We will be leaving behind a dog and a large burly man, lest anyone be reading this thinking the might like to break into our house. No seriously, there will be someone there.

Anyway, I have these grand visions of blogging during our trip, posting pictures and writing clever stories, but in reality, I probably won't do anything, until I get back.
But a girl can dream can't she?
Anyway, I am excited. I am packed and (mostly) ready to go.
I am most excited about flying with Everette (he does not reciprocate). I LOVE traveling with Everette. We have the best conversations.

Everette's brother and his totally awesome girlfriend have planned the whole weekend. The one thing Everette wanted to do was go to Ellis Island. I don't know how much time the scheduled but I am sure it is not enough. Because the one thing I know for sure about Everette is, if there is some sort of historical or informative fact written on a plaque anywhere in a five mile radius of is eyes, he will read it. All of it, until there is nothing left to read.

So Peace, Love, and Lady Liberty.

Catch up

So about a month ago I mentioned that we took Jonathan to the Whistle Stop. We had a great time! Here are the pictures...

 Jonathan is looking up at the four trains that traveled around the restaurant.

 Everette and Jonathan eating breakfast

Right before we left (after I put away the camera) they opened the caboose and we got to go inside and sit in the top observation deck. It was really kind of fun!

 It really wasn't dangerous!

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 But Daddy helped anyway!

 Afterward we got our first official Barbershop haircut. It was a very big event.  I have pictures of that, but they are on my cell phone currently.  And it's dead.

Hey... did I mention Everette is taking me to New York City next week? More Details to come.

One of those moments

Every where I go, I have an internal debate as to whether or not I take my camera. Usually I don't because it is big and awkward, and I don't like dealing with it for the entire event. Sometimes I am glad I didn't bring it, but other times I kick myself repeatedly.
Today was one of those times... sort of.
Today one of Everette's roommates from college got married.
The wedding was at someone's house, and since the house had limited parking we parked at a nearby church and were shuttled to the location. It was kinda fun.
As we stepped out of the car, my self-inflicted beating commenced.
I should back up, and explain that Everette's old roommate is one of those people. One of those people that you admire and secretly want to emulate.
He is quiet, but he is kind, and sincere, and sweet, and hilarious! If you can get him to speak.  And let me just say never leave your drink unattended if he is around, but that is another story. He is the kind of guy that might be easily passed over, and probably didn't have girls banging down his door in hot pursuit of him. Which I personally think was in his best interest (he may or may not agree), because the any girl who took the time really see him, would see just what a treasure he was. And I think Amy (his new wife) saw his awesomeness.
Anyway, it is one of those weddings you go to with a lot of anticipation. Not because it is going to be a slammin' party, but because you, from the very bottom of your soul, want to smother these people with goodness, because of the high regard in which you hold them.
I have only been to a couple of other weddings like that.
Back to stepping out of the car. The moment my eyes fell onto the scene in front of me, I was wishing I had my camera, but in the same instant I was glad I didn't have it. Sometimes when I have my camera, I become obsessed with capturing the image the way my eyes see it, and sometimes, in doing that, I miss out on what is in front of me. So I sat down, determined to blaze the image into my mind and into my heart. To say it was magical is simply an understatement.

I Have a really good explanation

for my absence. I really do.
We have been potty training Jonathan for the past...three weeks.
And lest you ask how it is going, let me just say that we are still potty training.  we haven't trained we are still training.
And quite frankly when I sit down at the end of the day I am too pooped to come up with anything interesting to say. Not to mention, Everette and I have been trading sickness.  Nothing horrific. Just congestion and sore throats.  Like swallowing glass, sore throats.
In the midst of all of this we celebrated Jonathan's third birthday. In fact, I sat down on his birthday to write an adorable mushy lovey post about his unending sweetness, but as it turns out, he was a giant turd that day.
Like, skip-the-bedtime-routine-go-to-bed-thirty-minutes-early turd.  And while I didn't end the day wishing he had never been born, I certainly did not feel like regaling is eternal delightfulness.

The weekend before is birthday was delightful, we went to the Whistle Stop in Monon for breakfast on Saturday. And had a great time, and I took lots of great pictures. And if I ever unload them, You will be the first to see them.

This is such a super boring post, but I knew I had to do something, since I am pretty sure only my mom reads this anymore.
But I will return someday. (Are you tired of all my non-committed empty promises?)