The battle is lost but I will win the war!

Maybe.

My fantasy football team has finally found the ground.  The last couple of weeks, my team just hasn't quite put up the numbers that it once did.  Granted, I am still in the running for the playoffs, but it is now a tie.  This week is a big one.  Not only do I REALLY need to win this game to try and secure my wild card position for playoffs, but I am playing Justin (see entry about Snuggie Jesus) who would love nothing more than to beat me. And if I beat him...oh sweet victory. Everyone keep your fingers crossed...you too, Farron.

The fact that I am addressing Farron directly in this blog brings up another battle lost.  For months, Farron and Julie have been painstakingly trying to find my blog. Julie has googled every combination of my name and the word blog or my name and some subject she heard me say in reference to my blog.  But alas, she could not find it.  She has even gone as far as to message my friends (that she doesn't know, mind you) on Facebook and ask them for the address.  And for months, I was winning.  They couldn't find it.  I am sure you are all (all 2 of you) wondering why I care that Farron and Julie read the blog.  Well, one...it's principle.  They want to find it.  I am keeping them from it.  And two...they live here.  The blog is written more as a way to let my friends and family who do not live in NYC know what I am up to here and what it's like to move here.  They already live here.  So when I am talking about how cool something is, they will probably think it's silly since they have been experiencing it for years now.  Basically, this blog is kind of like my written testimony to being a longstanding NYC tourist. Haha. 

But I lost.

They finally wised up and found my blog address on my sister-in-law's blog, which they found through my brother's Facebook page.  Argh.  What's even worse is that I was in the room with them when they found them.  Oh, horrible defeat.   So now there is this big joke that Julie loves to repeat and it goes something like this.  Ahem.  Picture a horrible, horrible Texas accent with 5 syllables for every normal one syllable (if you guys have ever seen the talking pothole commercial - see video below- it sounds like that)..."My name is Jennifer, and I just moved to New York City.  I ride this thing called the suuubway.  It's this big train that runs through a tube! Oh my goodness!" 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1pNPOZUf10

I get to hear this.
A lot.

It's ok.  I also get to make fun of Julie for saying things like "harrer movie" (horror movie) and "harrible" (horrible).  Remember hat dawg?  And I am also going to include this picture....

That's Julie...at Halloween, i.e. Zombie Cop

Alright, folks, my parents are in town for Thanksgiving.  You have more entries coming your way if I will just sit down and write them. I gotta tell you all about my vacation and about Thanksgiving too.  Woo hoo.