October 2010
49 posts
September 2010
41 posts
don’t think twice, it’s all right | bob dylan, live at gaslight 1962
It’s a Bob Dylan kind of day.
Love, love, love finding out my husband is stuck in another city for the night via facebook.
Watching the season premiere of Grey’s Anatomy, (lame, I know, no one still watches) and asked my Pup if she wanted to have a snug. She unfortunately thought I asked if she’d like to have a tug, and now keeps throwing a slimey rope up in my lap, instead of lying on the couch with me.
- Me to friend that lives near by: Do you know what time your mail usually comes? I need to have a chat with the mailman.
- Him: 3 I think
- Me: Thanks
- Me: In true stalker mode, I just checked your mail to see if the mail has come. Sorry for being creepy
- Him: Did I have anything good?
- Me: No. Just a flyer.
- * I have called the condo association to see if they have have a copy of the mail key and no one has gotten back to me.
This might turn into operation stalk the mailman, which won’t be easy, since I’m not sure what time he comes and our mailbox is 1/4 mile away.
Find the mail key that’s been missing for over a week.
katie-mac replied to your photo: I made braised lamb shanks with lemon and roasted…
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This made my night. I love getting compliments on something I make and husband isn’t exactly enthusiastic about most of the things I cook. It took me a long time to get used to an unenthusiastic…
This. Exactly. When I made Rigatoni with Pumpkin Cream Sauce my husband said it looked gross and he wasn’t trying it, but then ended up having seconds, without ever even saying he liked it. I wish he was as enthusiastic about my cooking as I am.
I babysat Hubs college buddy’s kids on Thursday when he was here for a meeting at the hospital in town. I was super annoyed that Hubs signed me up to babysit them at my house and then drive 2 hours to watch them the next day at a bed and breakfast in MA, when he knew I also had to bartend those days, but it might have paid off!
When Dad (who is a partner in a large P.R. firm) returned to pick up the girls, he told me that his contact at the hospital is looking for a marketing assistant, and that he had given her my name. I just sent my resume to him to look over / forward to her.
I’m trying not to get too excited, but if the partner in a firm you work with all the time recommends you hire someone…. Again trying not to get too excited.
When my nonexistent children are 2 and 4, I can assure you I won’t send them off with my ipad and let them watch unlimited clips of Family Guy.
A 2 and 4 year old are getting dropped off right now to spend the afternoon with me. Their Dad just called and said “I’ll be there in 2 minutes. Can you meet me outside, because they’re really full of life.” Oh Boy. What did I get myself into?
3rd class of Downtown Diva Boot Camp last night = Trouble getting out of bed today
We did two rounds of circuit training, followed by sprints outside. I haven’t done sprints since high school. Everything hurts. I’m trying to convince myself it hurts in a good way.
You know what really sucks right now? Getting ready to go to bed and then realizing your 3 year old dog who is perfectly house-trained peed in your bed while you were out for 3 whole hours today.
In a completely related note, would anyone like a bulldog? She’s really cute, but that’s about the only she has going for her.
I only thought I was going to pass out / throw up once during Downtown Diva Bootcamp this morning. We got a late start because everyone needed to be weighed and measured, and I was slightly annoyed that they didn’t just do that when we signed up so we could get to the working out, but after the near vom experience was happy class was almost over. I recovered from that and my friend E (who signed up even though she’s not a member of my gym) and I stayed for an extra ab workout.
This getting up at 4:45 am thing is for the birds, but I’ve already done two loads of laundry and gotten Hubs off to Seattle. I need a nap.
It’s definitely travel season here in The D. household. Hubs just got the call that he’s on the first flight to Seattle in the morning. Ugh. I couldn’t handle working on that kind of schedule, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
AND… my slacker on again off again boss just asked me to go to Orlando for 5 days in October. That will require a-whole-nother post.
I picked up Clean Eating Magazine as an impulse purchase last week in Target, and am so happy I did. Clean Eating is all about consuming food in it’s natural state, or as close to possible as you can. The recipes all look good, easy, and don’t call for lots of weird ingredients you would have to go to a speciality store to find.
We’re trying to cut a lot of additives, preservatives, and sodium out of our diets, and I think this mag is really going to help with that. I’ve read trough it once and they’ve already made a subscriber out of me.
Now, off to the grocery store to shop for tonight’s dinner of Garlicky Mussels and Corn Bread Muffins.
I was dreading saying goodbye to summer and thought some of you were really rushing into it with your pumpkin spice lattes in 94 degree weather (you know who you are monkeychow and bresse). But after wearing a sweatshirt this weekend, and being able to sleep with the windows open without waking up covered in sweat, I’ve finally accepted that summer is (unofficially) over and am psyched for Fall.
Best kind of bear? Did you mean beer? For bear I’m going to go with Teddy. For beer, I’m going to say Bass, or something pumpkin for the upcoming fall weather.
Seriously, girl, we have no excuse for not getting together sooner since we live LESS THAN 1 MILE FROM EACH OTHER!
I signed up for something called Downtown Diva Bootcamp that my gym is offering. It starts next Wednesday and goes until Nov.1st. I’ve thought about doing it a few times before, but never sign up in time, so ran into the gym, signed up and and paid yesterday before I could chicken out. The girl working the desk asked if I had ever been to one of the trial classes, and said they were offering one at 6pm, if I wanted to try it out before committing to the entire thing. Nope, sorry I can’t come to class tonight because Hubs company is renting out the amusement park in town, and I’ll be too busy eating hot dogs and fried dough and drinking beers to work out.