Saturday, January 20, 2007

Rights for Sale

This just in -- Rights to Death Wish XIV (or some number) are for sale, starring me. I don't know why I can't keep my mouth shut. I think I have an extra gene for righteous indignation (thanks, Dad).

So, I just wanted to buy a cheese sandwich, on a hero, cheddar and provolone with mayo, mustard and lettuce. (Gross, you say? Try it first.) I also wanted to buy a roll of toilet paper, but that's neither here nor there. So, WHY, when I'm in the deli on the corner, paying for my purchase, does some ridiculous brother run up on me and throw his money on the counter to buy two vanilla dutches (why they even make such a thing is a subject for another day). Poor Emil behind the counter (who KNOWS how I hate cutters) was trying to give me my change and wrap my purchase, and this crazy brother kept saying "two vanilla dutch".

Now, if he had said it once ... but, no, three times was all I could take. ABW, closeted by necessity (or because it would be fruitless) at work, was in full force at the bodega. Here's how it went pretty much verbatim, because it just happened 10 minutes ago -- I haven't even opened my sandwich yet:

"I'm sure he'll be with you as soon as he finishes."

"I just want two dutch."

"Clearly, because you keep saying it. He's not standing there doing nothing, he's helping me."


"Me? I'm a bitch? I'm not trying to cut the line to get a vanilla dutch. THAT'S what bitches do. If you came in here in a hurry to buy diapers or baby food, I wouldn't have even said anything if you put your money down and took them. But, no, brother, you want two vanilla dutch? I think you can wait."

"Why don't you shut the fuck up?"

"Why don't you wait your turn?"

"Fuck you."

"I don't fuck people who cut in line and smoke vanilla dutch. Ass." (I'm leaving the store at this point.)

Now, I know everyone cuts in line in New York. It makes me nuts, though, and bothers me more than anything (except being treated like a fool/taken for granted -- see blogs about work) in the world, because it's such a clear statement that they think they're more important than anyone else (or me, for heaven's sake!). Why can't we all just wait our turn? I also know that you should choose your battles. I thought this was not really a battle, more a little skirmish and was certain I'd won.

But THEN, the fool follows me outside the store to continue sharing his opinions with me. This is when I say thank the lord for Lou (who was tied up outside). That man said, "Hey!", and Lou said, "Grr, woof, woof", which, in doglish, is "I will bite the hell out of your ass if you mess with my meal ticket." Can you believe it? From this dog who is completely uninterested and no protection:
Bold because Lou had my back (for once), I said, "I'm sorry, what?" Then, that fool just left. I'm 'sure I'll see him tomorrow. Truthfully, I can't wait (unless he has a gun, in which case, you have this as evidence -- ask Emil to describe him.) If I can't let it out in my career life, at least I can let line cutters know I have value. Asses.

Some Good Stuff Happened Today

A grand total of $2.97 sold at the store. Dullsville. It got really cold here and windy, and people weren't interested in walking their dogs around to buy treats, I suppose. BUT, at the end of the day, while I was knitting a Style-It dog sweater (easy pattern! See it on harlemknits), in walked Dr. C. I think we are going to work well together. She's going to do a mini-vet clinic every third Sunday in the store, which is awesome, and we're going to have an Ask Dr. C. column on the Uptown Hound website. I was wishing for someone to work with so I could be motivated and I think she's it. My "real" job is what it is, and it's not going to change. But, now I have this and ABC, and people like Dr. C. who can help me see the light at the end of the tunnel -- and push me to get there.

Two more posts to make on harlemknits and harlemcraft, so more later.

Friday, January 19, 2007


So tired! But so much to say. Today, I finally got a couple of the ancillary websites (,,,,, www. registered. That was A LOT OF WORK! I'm tahrd.

But here's how motivated I am -- I have started posting on the associated blog sites for harlemknits ( and harlemcraft ( I really hope these are fun sites and that I can update them regulary enough to be useful. We'll see. Now, to bed, after I finish piecing my newest project (you can see it at the harlemknits blog site).

Comment, so I know you're there. Knit, purl, stitch- j

Uptown Updates

Pictures of the store ... Still a work in progress, but it's getting better everyday:





Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Winter, Shminter

It's here at last. I don't know why I was so anxious for it to get here, but my prayers were answered, proving that you should, in fact, be careful what you pray/wish/ask for. Brr!

It's just a little hard to be enthusiastic about dog walking when temperatures are low. I miss the farm, I suppose. Here's a recipe from Mrs. Sunderbergh for curing the lazy day winter blues:

Lazy Dazy Cake

Heat 1/2 cup milk and 2 T butter to a boil in small saucepan or microwave. Set aside.

Combine in bowl:
2 eggs
1 cup sugar
1 t. vanilla
Beat together until thick.

Add 1 cup flour, 1/4 t. salt, 1 t. baking powder,
and milk/butter mixture.

Mix well. Pour into an 8 X 8 lightly greased/floured baking pan.

Bake 30 minutes at 350. Remove when
cake springs back when touched. Set oven to broil.

While the cake bakes, melt together in pan on stove:
3/4 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup butter
1/4 cup cream
1 cup coconut

Pour over cake when cake is done, spread evenly, return to oven, and broil until tips of coconut are browned.