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youthlargehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00556559920390058292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313020.post-77296945954758809172009-09-15T13:05:00.002-04:002009-09-15T13:11:09.524-04:00

used to write stuff here? yeah, neither do i. it seems like such a long time ago that i was preggo and not being given priority seating on public transportation. so i really don't have anything to say that i don't already say on facebook, or the gastronome or twitter, but DMR was bugging out cause he was sick of looking at my last post for the past 7 months. isn't this album cover awesome?

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Oh dear, I can't keep track of anything anymore, but these happened the past week or so. At this point I need a seat at all times and don't say no to anyone. Standing for more than a few minutes at a time is uncomfortable and tiring. The doctors tell me they won't let me go beyond 38 weeks, but that's still 3 weeks away. I need a Jazzy. 17.Q trainWhite woman, late 30s/early 40s maybe, with

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15.January 28Q train / DekalbAsian woman, 60sI honestly felt terrible about taking this seat and was very close to declining. The woman looked like she was a few years older than my mother. She did look to be in very good shape though which made me feel a little better, I think. Without words, she communicated that I should take her seat and so I did.16.I can't rememberB or D train / Bryant

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14.January 27Q train / DekalbCaucasian woman, late 20sThough I usually take off my hat and scarf, and unzip my coat when I get to the subway platform because I'm about to pass out from heatstroke, there are some super frigid mornings where I choose to stay bundled up. This morning was particularly cold and there was a long wait for the bus, so I kept my jacket zipped. The train wasn't packed

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10, 11 & 12January 13B38 busAfrican-American woman, late teens/early 20sAfrican-American woman, 40s?Caucasian woman, 40s?I am getting really bad at guessing people ages so bear with me. On this Tuesday morning, I won the seat lottery. I boarded the B38 and a young person offered me her seat. I declined because she was wedged between two fatties. The lady to her right was big, the the man to

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9.January 12Q train / DekalbAfrican-American woman, late 30s/early 40sShe didn't have the kooky frames and hair, but this lady reminded me of Carla from the current season of Top Chef, mainly because she was wearing a coat that I imagine would not seem out of place in Carla's closet. While we're on the subject of Top Chef, I am glad Carla wasn't sent packing last week. Eugene and whatsherface

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8.December 16Q train / DekalbWhite woman, late 20sThis lady reminded me of Shawn Moriarty and I would like to think if it were the real Shawn, she would have given me her seat, too.

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6 & 7December 15B38 bus; B train / DekalbWhite women in their late 30s/early 40sWhat a great start to the week. I declined the first offer because I didn't have much of a wait at the bus stop, I unknowingly boarded a Limited bus (bonus!) and there wasn't much traffic going down Dekalb Ave. I figured I had used up my bi-weekly quota but then on the B train, I got offered a seat by a different

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5.December 9Q / DekalbAfrican-American lady in her mid twentiesThis was one of those days where I felt defeated by the time I got to the subway platform. DMR and I are both under the weather (he with a cold, me with possibly a cold and some bizarre onset of late second trimester all day morning sickness). The bus stop was a clustferfuck though I did manage to get on a Limited (the 3rd of 4 buses

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4.December 4G / Hoyt-SchermerhornTwenty or maybe early thirtysomething white hipster ladyThis woman might be my favorite seat giver-upper to date. I had my headphones on so she stood up from her seat and tapped me on the shoulder to offer me her place. I was only going two stops and the G wasn't crowded so I took a pass but the gesture is always appreciated. Sometimes I wonder if I am coming

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3.December 3B or D train, 34th StreetMiddle-aged white womanGood grief, it had been nearly a month since I was last offered a seat and my belly is so much bigger now! I got on the B or D train at Bryant Park to start my commute home. Didn't get a seat for the first stop, but at 34th Street I had to shift over due to all the additional passengers getting on and found myself standing in front of

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I’ve totally jinxed myself. No one has offered me a seat since those back to back days the other week. In fact, people have gotten assy! Last week I was on the 4/5 going to work or the doctor’s office, I can’t remember. Someone got out of their seat and I was moving over to take it when this lady zipped from across the train and totally stole it from me. I can’t help if I move slowly these

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First I'm cranky at the girl who kept leaning on the pole she and I were sharing on the 4 train. Lean on the pole all you want if you're the only one holding on, but I was there first and there is no reason for your hand, your hair and your person to come into contact with me.The next person on my list is the dodohead with the handcart at Grand Central. The morning congestion had cleared up so

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DMR wants me to post these updates every day. Every day?! Who does he think I am? That would severely cut into my laying on the couch, eating bon bons and watching Top Chef time. I have not been offered any new seats since my initial update. I hope I didn't jinx myself. Yesterday on the way to work I stood by a 20-something white dude who looked up at me a couple times and then went back

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I am a little over 5 months pregnant with identical twin boys and my belly seems to have exploded in the past two weeks. My commute to and from work kind of sucks. The morning involves a very crowded bus and two trains. Going home I take 3 trains but can usually get a seat for 2/3 of the ride. As mentioned in the post I made 30 seconds prior to this, I was offered a seat by someone on the

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1. If you haven't heard already, I'm pregnant with identical twin boys. Holy shit! I'm due the 3rd week in March.2. President-elect Barack Hussein Obama. Holy shit! Typing that sentence gives me emotions.3. DMR gave me the great idea of blogging about the people on the bus or train who offer their seat to me as this happened for the first time this week. Hopefully this will kickstart regular

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I've been obsessed with the arcade version of Ms. Pac-Man for most of my life. Many after-school afternoons since the age of maybe 8 were spent at the 7-11 or the lobby of a nearby mini-mall plugging quarters into these machines. I also enjoyed the table-top version that you'd occasionally see at a bowling alley, bar (like Lakeside Lounge, but I haven't been there in years) or bowling alley bar

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La plageLes chiensThis little guy was at the market.This one was called Molly and taking charge on the Rue, St. Antoine in the old town.D'avignon radishes at a cute little market in the square near the Cannes 'Eveil cafeThe Croisette at night. DMR's secret French life: real estate mogul I loved these dog stands. Little bags are provided for your convenience and the sign reads something like, "

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i finally caved in and re-enaged.

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my work recently moved to a new building. we still have cubes, but the space is a lot more raw with exposed brick and a ceiling unblemished by any of those horrible chipboard panels. i'm excited because i now actually have a desk with file cabinets that i'm able to use. previously i sat at a set-up that can be compared to a sheet of plyboard set atop two cinder blocks. the framed artwork that

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bonjour des garçons et des filles! je suis en france. i "cannes" not believe i haven't made a blog in so many months. i have finished my last meeting of my trip and am about go embark on an adventure to hunt down macaroons. i am also trying to book my seat for the return flight so i am not stuck between a rock and a hard place. i prefer the aisle seat when i am traveling so i have a quick and

youthlargehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00556559920390058292noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313020.post-13904851131290852202007-09-29T22:02:00.001-04:002007-09-29T22:06:26.434-04:00

My guess for the headline of tomorrow's back page of the Post or News:HOOVER, DAMN!

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Wow, what an episode. Weasel's comment ignited my curiosity so I went and read all the spoilers before watching the episode. Still, I couldn't have prepared myself for the rage I felt during the hour when I finally did have the chance to watch it last night. First off, admittedly, Sara N. totally sabotaged herself, but for the judges to tell the chefs on the chopping block that one of them

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I need to share my feelings regarding Top Chef with you dear blog because no one else cares. Last night that fuckhead, Joey from New York, was eliminated and I couldn't have been more delighted. That guys is a serious, wait for it, douche-bag. Actually I might have been happier if Howie got eliminated since not only is he a DB, but appears to be rather misogynistic as well. Joey just seems

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