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I love coffee. Sometimes people try to switch my coffee to decaf when I’m not looking. I can always tell the difference. I also like Pringles, but only the reduced fat kind because they crunch better when you bite into them and they don’t leave grease on your fingers. I’m…

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Having any kind of cancer is frightening and confusing. In recognition of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Katana Photography is welcoming all survivors from all forms of cancer to participate…

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When I was looking to buy my wedding invitations (back in April), I found a lot of designers on Etsy. After narrowing it down to a couple different designs/companies, I contacted both for their pricing list. One was pretty significantly more expensive–almost $2 per invitation more. Which I think all…

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When talking to people about photography, I hear one phrase over and over again: Kids and dogs are the hardest subjects to photograph.
I, personally, don’t have this problem with my clients…kids and dogs are among my favorite things to photograph. Maybe it’s because I like to have any excuse…

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Last week, Sean and I had our morning coffee on the balcony and watched as the Enterprise shuttle was pulled down the Hudson on a tug boat. It’s on its way to the Intrepid and I can’t wait to see it up close at the museum!

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Georgio’s: Second Edition

Georgios: Second Edition

I’ve been running low on my Sumatra beans bought from Georgio’s a couple months ago. And since I was in Long Island for the day running errands, decided to make the extra stop to stock up.

Sean and I walked through the door and immediately notice the place is way more organized than it was back in November.  All the boxes were cleared out and the antiques were all displayed beautifully. There were even these purses and tote bags that looked as though they were hand made in another country lining the walls.

As soon as we walked in, we were greeted with four big smiles and four even bigger hello’s.

Sean: Hi…no need to give us the tour. We’ve been here before and were such fans, we’ve come back. All the way from Brooklyn.

Georgio: That’s right! I remember you two…hey wait a minute, are you the girl who wrote about us on her website?

Now, normally this is a really cool thing…when someone remembers or recognizes me from this site. But in that moment, I couldn’t remember exactly what I had written. I knew it was a good review because I loved this place…but I can be a tad bit snarky.  So for about ten seconds, I feared what he may have read.

Me: Um, yeah…yeah, that was me.

Georgio: That was a great website! It’s so happy! Most of these sites are so depressing these days.

Me: (sigh of relief) Yes, it is a pretty optimistic site.

Georgio: You were like a spy, though. I didn’t even see you taking those pictures! You two…you’re like coffee spies!

We proceeded to chat for a while about various things…coffee, Columbia, reviews and newspapers. But most importantly, we were proud to report that we had moved up in the coffee world. We have gone from owning a drip coffee maker to using a french press daily. It’s true what everyone says…coffee from a french press is SO MUCH BETTER.

Georgio: You like the French Press?  I hope you kept that receipt. I’m going to show you something that will blow your mind. Make sure you got that camera ready.

He winked at me as he pulled out this contraption that looked like a bong…a big, antique coffee bong. The grinds go into the top, water into the bottom and then you light this big flame. The water boils into the top part and then when you remove the heat, the vacuum causes the coffee to drip back down into the bulb-like bottom part. And I have to admit, the coffee tasted amazing. It was smooth and free of the grit you usually find in a French Press brew.

It looks a little too expensive (and not to mention breakable) for me to own…and the fact you have to handle that rather large, open flame at least twice a day five times a week; well, anyone who knows me knows that would be a detriment to my apartment and all my belongings.  But what a cool way to brew coffee! We ended up buying a completely new kind of bean that neither of us has had before…a Bourbon Selecto Puerto Rico. It’s supposed to be the best and according to Georgio, it’s the greatest flavor we’ll ever taste. And you don’t argue with Georgio!

Once again, the experience was wonderful. Georgio was entertaining, his wife–lovely as ever, and the atmosphere, warm.  I have a feeling that a visit to Georgio’s will never fail to produce a great story.

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Adelynn’s 2nd Christmas

Adelynns 2nd Christmas

Dear Adelynn,

I arrived really late on Friday night…close to midnight. Your mom allowed you to stay up WAY past your bedtime just so you could see me before going to sleep. You heard the front door open and immediately toddled over to see who it was entering. And you looked at me like, “Wait a minute. Don’t I know you?” Then you reached your chubby little arms out and hugged me. And I held you and smelled the baby sweat on your neck and was so glad to have you back in my arms again. So glad to have your hair tickling my face. As always, I tried to get you to say Aunt Colleen, but instead you sat there bleating a string of the most complicated consonants and vowels that could never be recreated by any modern recording device. It was an alien language that made perfect sense to you as indicated by your hand gestures and dramatic pauses. Then we played our screaming game where you scream and then I mimic your scream. And then I scream and you mimic mine. And this goes on and on until Yaya and your mommy are ready to pull their hair out.

You’re at an incredibly funny age where there is just no guessing what you’ll do next. One day you napped for an hour. The next day, for three. Some days you’ll drink from a sippy cup, other days you want liquid from a bottle. One day you’ll eat two whole hot dogs for lunch and the next day you’ll want nothing to do with food. One day you’ll like going to the park and the next day you act as if a drive to the park is like driving over a cliff to the depths of Hell. WE JUST NEVER KNOW. You want to be picked up, you want to be put down. You want that book, no, THAT book, NO THAT BOOK! GOD!! THAAAAAAAAAAT BOOK. I would imagine that in some ways having you as a daughter might be similar to what it would be like to be married to a mean drunk.

But you know what? It’s actually a lot of fun. No, really. We played together for hours. You used my body as your personal jungle gym, crawling all over my legs and torso. You also met Sean for the first time (that you can recall, at least). And I hate to admit this…but you liked him WAY more than you liked me. Because he has these things called “muscles”. And these so called “muscles” mean that he can lift you into the air and play airplane for way longer than Aunt Colleen’s flabby excuse for arms can.

And on Christmas Eve, you, Sean and I were all playing with some of your new toys and Sean got up to go to the kitchen. Without any prompting, you yelled, “SHE! SHE!” We all soon discovered that this was your rendition of “Sean.” And Adelynn—it was the cutest thing I’d ever heard. Under normal circumstances I would have been pissed that you were able to say his name before mine…but within an hour you were yelling out an odd rendition of my name as well. Something like “Caaeeen.” You are a kind ruler, for if you hadn’t said my name soon, there was the potential that SHE may have been in the doghouse.

The other week I was talking to your mother and she reported that after Sean and I left to come back to New York, you scooted all around the house yelling out, “Bye Caaeen! Bye She! Bye Caaeen! Bye She!” Over and over and over again.

This week while I was home, I memorized the curve of your smile. The dimples in your cheeks and forehead. The point at which the curls at the back of your head meet your neck. I am so thankful to have you here, to have your giggles echo through the house, to have the noise of your life in my ears, my beautiful niece, my little Addie.

Love,
Aunt Caaaeeen

Football Dog

Football Dog

This past Saturday we took Luna and Red to our favorite hiking spot in Long Island. Before you enter the trail, there’s a fenced in dog park. Normally, because Luna’s so incredibly aggressive with other animals, we never even attempt to enter these. On Saturday, though, we were so lucky to find the place completely empty. Mostly because few people are crazy enough to go outside for long periods of time when it’s THAT COLD OUT.

So, with one of standing guard at the gate and her muzzle in tact just in case another dog and owner were to creep up without us realizing, we let them loose. And Luna hasn’t had that much fun in a long time. She was obsessed with the football and carried it with her. Sean and I took turns kicking it to the other end of the dog run. And when she brought it back to us, she would rest one paw on the top of the ball as if holding it for me, the punter.

And after a few times, we managed to teach her the command, “Laces Out!” Upon hearing these words, she’d do this:

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And while she’s not nearly at a point yet where she could play for the Giants…she may be able to manage a spot on the Jets.

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Meet Hubert

Meet Hubert

This here is a matchbox car. A Cadillac, I believe, that Sean found in a grocery store this weekend. He loves to collect cars like these and in the past month has bought, probably close to a dozen of these toys. And he was SO excited about this particular car for reasons I will never understand.

This weekend we were in Long Island running errands and hiking and decided to do a bit of grocery shopping. And lo and behold, the grocery store sold matchboxes. Due to this fact, I lost him for at least 20 minutes while he perused the aisle. But it’s ok…I knew what I was getting into by dating a comic book artist.

So, we arrive home and after settling in and watching some tv, he approached me with a hand behind his back.

Sean: I got something for you.

Me: Really?

Sean: Yep. But if for some reason you don’t like it, I’ll keep it.

And he pulled this blue Cadillac matchbox from behind his back, laughing maniacally. Of course I wouldn’t want a matchbox car…and he would get to keep it but also score points for thinking of me. Sean—did you really think this would work? That I wouldn’t see through this little plan and somehow foil it?

Me: (an evil grin spreading over my face) Wow! Thanks, hun…I love it.

And I plucked the car from your shocked little face and begun to roll it over the couch making “grrr” noises.

Sean: What? No! You’re not supposed to want it! And stop growling! Cars don’t go “grrrr”!

Me: But it was a gift…and I want it. So, thank you.

And for the rest of the night, “grrrr’ed” the car all over the couch and his shoulders and legs while he sat there pouting. After about an hour of torture, I caved a little.

Me: So, the car’s still mine…but if you want to keep Hubert in the case with the other cars, I’d appreciate it. He’ll get lonely sitting with my Lady and the Tramp figurine.

Sean: Hubert?? You named him Hubert??

Me: Then again, I suppose Hubert could come to work with me and sit on my desk…

Sean: (grimacing) No. I’ll keep Hubert with my other cars.

And I swear, I thought I saw him shudder when he said Hubert’s name aloud.