The Brooklyn Bridge

This past Sunday we took the subway down and walked across the Brooklyn Bridge.  Now, this is probably the second most popular bridge in the world, next to the Golden Gate, so I was anticipating an extremely sturdy/safe structure.  Think again.  The first 200 yards of the walkway are cement, which I would have guessed was the material of choice for the engineers.  No such luck.  After our first little ganter on cement we began to approach a brown walkway that resembled wood.  I thought for sure that this couldn't be the case.  I was wrong.  Think 2x4 wood planks.  Not steel, not cement, not some space-age polycarbonate, but wood.  Whoever built the walkway was also nice enough to place the boards about a half an inch apart - just enough to see the water directly under you

 (135 ft down according to wikipedia, but I would argue that it's higher).  That's about twice the height of "Chimney

 Rock” for those of you familiar with such.  I probably could have handled the height but the boards flex as you walk across them, coupled with the fact that there are tons of random tourons (tourist + moron = touron) walking along with you.  I eventually came to grips with all these unforeseen factors and we took a few pics.

George on Children

Ironically, George and I were the first of our good friends to get hitched. This has caused playful harassment on multiple levels by some of them. One such friend, whom I’m sure you can guess, really likes to harass on the subject of children. No matter how much I protest, she just loves to conjure up stories that make me jump straight from wife to mom. Well Lacey buddy, this blog is for you.

I just love George, but bless his little heart, he is sometimes clueless when it comes to babies and children. It may be decades before he understands enough. There are some things that I have previously noticed- he is disgusted by pregnant women’s bellies (especially the thought of touching one), he has little interest in babies until they are about 3, and he almost loses it if he sees a pregnant women’s belly button poking out. These things are relatively minute, but the other day he made a comment that pretty that much sums up his take on children. Here is the story…

George’s cousin, Emalee, was in New York for work and had stopped by to visit us. She and George were iChatting with Jenny (George’s cousin’s, Will, wife), William, and Jeb (Will and Jenny’s youngest children). They were casually talking about everyday life in Singapore with two children under the age of 3, when Jenny mentioned that she liked to run in the mornings. George then seriously asked and I quote, “So do the kids run with you?” Let’s think about that for a second. Imagine a woman running in a park while her infant and 2-year-old briskly run right behind. The comment tickled Emalee and me, but the more I thought about it, the funnier it got and the more scared I got.

In conclusion… I’m afraid that George and I will NOT be the guinea pigs in having children first!

Auburn Tigers and Surfing

Now that I have re-entered the world of blogging after a long vacation, I would like to note the new look of it.  I finally found a background that displays the colors our team... the AUBURN TIGERS!  (And yes, I may be color blind, but I can tell the colors aren't exactly right.)  We love football season, especially when Auburn is playing.  We were so excited to get to attend the first game thanks to Jan Mother and Poppy's generosity and a last minute trip home.  Although we can't be in Auburn for most of the games this season, we will still be cheering them on from the NY Auburn bar.  War Eagle!!

Also, I would like to elaborate on surfing, my favorite new water sport, after many people have asked me about it in regards to a recent post.  Basically, it is the lake version of surfing.  You start out standing on a surf board with the front tip of it on the boat platform, putting your weight mainly on your front foot, and holding on to a short rope.  Once the boat starts going, you slowly let out the rope and, by shifting your weight backwards, slide the surf board off of the platform.  You keep going backwards until you are about 5 feet from the back of the boat.  Once you are stable and feel the wake start to take over, you throw the rope back to the boat.  Finally, you are surfing on the wake of the boat!  

It is super cool and has really become popular with the Bain family.  George and I both got a chance to surf when we were home Labor Day weekend.  I still have a couple of moves to teach him, but he caught on for the most part :).