Monthly Archives: March 2010

A Perfect Hump Day

So I don’t mean to go all mind-numbing and tra-la-la on you today.  I should be able to collect some semblance of a meaningful thought.

But how freaking beautiful was it outside?  I got a chance to escape to the mall today over lunch (I needed to make a return) and it was simply glorious.

All that aside, Marcus and I were actually forced to cook dinner for ourselves tonight.  Since I wanted to be able to eat at least part of dinner outside, we relied on an old standby…Matzo Pizza.  Which is really like a Lean Cuisine Flatbread on crack.  A-okay in my book.

Take that times two.  For each of us.

And because we’re having a Seder for some friends who have never been to one before on Friday, we figured we should take my matzo ball skills for a test drive.  Because you know, I’ve made those so many times.  If by many, you mean absolutely never in my natural life.

The verdict?

Floaters.  All of them.  Because I am the best.

Now, back to killing off the six hours of DVR that Marcus and I have been hoarding for the millenium.

All meat, all geese, all exhaustion…all the time.

Seriously, this whole “holiday during the work week” thing is just a little exhausting. Thankfully, life returns to somewhat-normal tomorrow. And by that, I mean I’ll have enough time to start running again, because after two days of an all-protein diet, believe you me, I need it. Big time. Especially since Marcus and I are hosting a Seder for some friends on Friday. Which means…you guessed it…more meat!

All that jazz aside, you want to know what’s great? That it’s finally warm enough to sleep with the porch door wide open.

And what’s ironic? That I will be sailing to sleep to the restful, lilting sound of geese squabbling. To think that I reoiced at the return of the Canadian Goose just days ago. Sometimes I disgust myself.

Better than Surviving

So last year I told you all about Surviving the Seders.

Y0u’ll be relieved to know that this year, I obtained a much more modest, maroon kippah for Billy to wear.  He was relieved too.  Little did he know that he and Huston would be sporting matching styles since Chris was actually industrious enough to bring his own along.

Everything went swimmingly until during the Seder, when Billy was reading about how Moses was leading the Children of Israel out of Egypt except he misspoke and said that Moses lead the Children of Islam out of Egypt.  I laughed so hard I cried.  Then Marcus spilled his glass of red wine on the table and all over his Haggadah.  And Chris managed to launch a toy frog straight into Marcus’ refreshed wine glass.  Twice.

We’re a model of civility, you see.

Did I mention that we managed to find the time to take an engagement announcement photo?  You’ll get to see classy faces gracing the pages of the Jewish World near you sometime soon.  Not that there’s anyone we know that’s still in the dark about our relationship status.  But just in case, they’ll be able to find us on that crisp sheet of newsprint.

I know that’s exactly what transpired at your Seder.

Tonight?  Definitely more mayhem.  And definitely not the Second Annual Passover Pageant.

Sometimes it’s just better to let memories be…memories.

No corn, no problem.

I promise, it all goes together.

In keeping with my documentary-extravaganza, I watched Food, Inc. yesterday.

It was completely as disturbing as I thought it would be and made me truly thankful for the changes I’ve made in my eating habits in the last year.  It also makes you want to go on a Master Cleanse for like, the rest of your life.

See, I remember the utter shock and dismay I experienced junior year during Passover when I realized how many things I ate had HFC in them.

Today, I was thinking about what I would eat and realized, my diet this year will be pretty much consistent with what I’m eating now…You know with the exception of the “bread of affliction” part.  I’ll have to say hasta la vista to oatmeal for breakfast, and not enjoy a bit of crusty bread with my lunch salad, but otherwise, nothing will change.  Like, I’m not some sort of anti-preservative-no-HFC-purist.  But I would say that I just don’t see how it enhances my diet at all.  HFC is present in those things that I’ve found I can make better on my own 99% of the time.  And seriously, that shit is poison.

This year, no corn, no problem.

Wedding Fair!

I know I try to share some laughs with you all here and there, but what could be epically funny?

Future father in law-daughter in law bonding at the Wedding Fair for sure.  You all know that I’m trying to get into the wedding spirit and the “bride” mentality so when David threw out that this shindig was going on at the convention center this weekend, I was all systems go.  We tried to capture some memories during our 1h 10m escapade and these were the ones that turned out the best.

David was super pumped.

And to greet you at the entrance, Oz.  Or a walk down the aisle.  Like really, too much.

“Chad” was kind enough to inform us that like, pretty much every single limo in Minnesota is booked for the next two summers.  This would be after I looked at him very seriously and told him that I wanted to plan a “rock star” wedding with LOTS of luxury.  Apparently, the Escalade is definitely the choice to make.

David humored me and appreciated the tablescapes they had arranged on the faux-grass.  Pretty much EVERYTHING in the place was accented in pink.  I’m a pink-lover, but even for this lady, it was like 100% nauseating.  In addition to the tablescapes (they were EVERYWHERE!), there were also samples galore.  A few savories, but mostly wedding cake and sweets of all varieties.  Yes, I ate wedding cake for lunch.

Super-pumped to be escaping.  David bought me a shirt whilst we were there that pretty much sums up the antithesis of my attitude towards weddings…”My Wedding, My Way.”  What’s scary is that there are people who are that divorced from reality.

Most importantly, all of the pamphlets we accumulated.  Definitely also managed to collect enough candy to fill an Easter basket.

Memories!

Mystery Theatre

Marcus and I have some lovely plans for tonight and my scheduled adventure for tomorrow is truly shit-your-pants funny.

So get pumped, kids.

And for your entertainment, have a laugh…

The New Klingon

So dorky.  So fantastic.

Stories tomorrow.

Act II: They Sprout

So I stopped by the House on The Hill for dinner last night (oven fries sounded good, but eating with people sounded more appealing) and what did I find on the counter?  Basil plants from Trader Joe’s.  Because you know, if you’d prefer to just enjoy the herbs rather than wait for them, you can do that.  Obviously.

But for some reason unbenknownst to me, I feel some compulsion to exercise the green thumb I may not actually have (I for-sure have a black thumb with technology.) and raise plants.  The jury’s still out on this one.

So that’s where they’re at right now.  Apparently once they you know, reach the extremely low roof of the “greenhouse” you’re supposed to lose the roof and loose them.  So that’s how they roll right now.  Unfortunately for me, despite the order that I tried to create with my seeding, I have no clue of what has ended up where…so that will be a little bit of a surprise for us.

Another milestone!

It’s a big day friends…

Today I crossed another 10 pound mark off of the scale!  Which would be rad on it’s own, but is made even better by the fact that I am 100% I have not weighed this since 2005.  Holy crap, man.  Being on a plateau for the last three months has totally sucked and it was completely lovely to stare down at the dial this morning in total disbelief.

Loathe as I am to admit it, yoga and running have played such a HUGE part in this recent progress, despite my recent desire to stay nested in bed, rather than perform “pigeon pose.”  And even though I don’t love running, I definitely love what it does for my bod.  So running and I will continue the platonic, respectful relationship we’ve had with one another for the last few months…for now.

Most importantly, I think I’ve finally gotten to a point where I’m eating intuitively (which is a favorite discussion topic of Kath’s).  I don’t use the Lose It! app any more (it was super-useful duing the fall) and while I have a general idea of  what I’ll eat during the day, I mostly just eat what feels right.  Which leads to a great deal of confusion from Marcus because not only is he admittedly unable to predict how much I’ll eat, but what I’m given towards eating at any moment in time.  But seriously, who can blame him?

So what happens next?  Well, I definitely still have my work cut out for me.  But I would definitely say that I’m loving the fact that I can just live (and love!) my life now.

Find me a black beret…

Since you all know what a film connoisseur I’m blossoming into, I did end up watching Good Hair on Sunday night as my girl-weekend came to a close.  It was a documentary about the African-American hair industry and it was tres interessant.  Plus it was narrated by Chris Rock so it was a little kicky.  Watch it.  It won’t disappoint.

I think next up on the Netflix queue for moi is Food Inc. and like, whenever The Cove comes in, I’ve got a date to watch that with Miss Sam since I have obviously being a film connoisseur, I have friends that I discuss films with.

Translation: I mentioned I was watching it someday, Sam said she wanted to see it too, I said, hell let’s watch Dolphins get stabbed to death together.  Because that’s what sisters are for.

Right?

It’s touching, really.

Y’all know what really warms my heart?

No, it’s not that everyone’s bracket has been busted by the craziest NCAA tournament Billy can remember.

It’s that “wifey vs wife” is one of the top search terms that directs people to Tenaciously Yours,

What?

In case you’re wondering about when I tackled that issue, (I had to Google it too because I sure as hell didn’t remember addressing it) check out Wife vs. Wifey.

In case you’re all wondering, Marcus did survive-his-way back from Las Vegas, miraculously in one piece.  His franken-flowers also survived the weekend.

Like, they must be preserved the same way that McDonald’s food is because I’ve had them since Tuesday and they’ve looked exactly the same the entire time. 

Not that I’m complaining or anything.  But I seriously have never come across flowers like that before.

And because tonight is a night of treasures, I have just one more jewel for you :)   On Friday night, Katie* was so kind as to sit with me while I did my civic duty and completed my census form and no, I don’t think they’re using it to round us up or enslave us.  Get a grip.  But one thing about the form really leapt out at me.  There were only 12 spaces.  So before I leave you all tonight, I answer a question with another question.  How does the Duggar family complete the census?