How I Feel About the G Train: A Photo Essay

Well, that about sums it up.

What enthralling things are you all up to this weekend?  (I hope they don't involve the G train.)  Let your crazy selves loose in the comments.

Who Gives a Shit: BALLER Perks?

Ok, so spill it: what's your favorite perk of being a BALLER and getting to do whatever the fuck you want, WHENEVER you want?

For me, hands down, its traveling. I love, love, love, the fact that Greg and I can take trips to exotic locales, stay in nice hotels, get drunk at dinner, and stay out late...IN FOREIGN COUNTRIES. Being a BALLER is an international pursuit, ppl.

Speaking of, in my quest to be all cool-n-travel-y, I became obsessed with the Jauntsetter newsletter. Have you signed up for this bitch yet? If not, you should:

• First of all, they featured me as a Jauntsetter of the Week last week. So that rules.
• Second of all, its a killer weekly list of tips/tricks and great info about travel deal and cool places. Also it's targeted toward bitches like us who live in NYC, so all the info is R-E-L-E-V-A-N-T.

Anyway.

Yeah...so mine is travel.

What's your fave BALLER perk?

My Walk On The Wild Side: The Three Little Bears and Me

Not sure I've mentioned that I am pretty much a city girl. I love nature as long as it comes without the bugs and wildlife. No likey insects and snakes espesh. Not that I would call in Woody Allen to exterminate a bedbug in the bathroom, but you get where I'm coming from here.

So, the little one and I escaped our perpetual weekend abandonment (little league season) to head out to the wilds of Pennsylvania with friends over the weekend. Hammock? Check. Pretty trees? Check. Cedar smell? Check. Trampoline? Oh yeah! Check (even did a spreadeagle). Bears in the backyard??? CHECKKKKKKKK!

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Fly The Family Friendly Skies, My Ass!!!!

Okay, even I—the official FIPS breeder rep—am incapable of seeing the sweetness in this family-friendly moment.

Screw the old baby-laden bar fights. Fuck the battle for the sidewalks of the Slope. Our lives are now at stake, for chrissakes. Is there really a small child running JFK’s air traffic control? and don’t all those planes fly over our schmitty bitty (Erica, what was it you called Oliver?) neighborhood?

If this isn’t worth a what the fuck, I don’t know what is.

I mean, honestly.

Heaven or Hell?: Lake Huntington Summer Community

Regarding the #13 (apt numbering) purchase on Erica's list of recent United Methodist book sale booty: The Explorer's Guide: Hudson Valley & Catskill Mountains - "I have regular, ridiculous fantasies of buying a little weekend house somewhere, and this book  has a great roundup of lots of little towns in the Catskills" she said.

I think it might be time to take your dogfight upstate straight into the belly of the beast, the motherlode of summer breeding grounds for Park Slopers: The Lake Huntington Summer Community.

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