Thursday, June 26, 2008
The night actually started a quite-non-leisurely errand, but I dispatched with that fairly quickly and scuttled home to my cozy gray bathrobe and air conditioner. I curled up on our faaaaabulous new couch and put in a DVD, Charlie Wilson's War.
The movie was really good! Engaging, brisk, funny and moving. I didn't realize until the credit rolled that the script was by Aaron Sorkin, and no wonder. It crackles, snaps and pops. And is so interesting. I didn't know anything about Charlie's story, and this is why I love learning about history. History is pieces to a puzzle, and this jig fits in well with the other things I know about the Middle East. Then I moved on to Calendar Girls. OK. This movie was so great! And I'm seriously wanting to visit Yorkshire now--it is so beautiful. This movie is based on the true story of a group of women who decide to create a calendar to sell to raise money to donate to the cancer hospital that treated one of the ladies' husbands. (Who so sadly, dies.) The women decide to not do a calendar of the usual flowers, pies and chapels that so often are featured in calendars. They decide to pose nude. (Not naked, nude. What is the difference, you ask? Art, they reply.) Helen Mirren and Julie Walters lead the cast in a funny and touching romp about love, grief, change and growth. I heartily recommend.
I also decided, mid-way through the night, that I needed to work out. So as the ladies of Yorkshire are doffing their pants, I'm pumping iron (ok, 2 lb. dumbbells) and doing jacks and lunges and crunches and all manner of sweat-inducing activies. Very fun way to workout too. Movie and a sweat.
But. The pièce de résistance came at 11:00 when I decided I needed a little snackeral. So I did what any ingenius girl would do. I got out my Cuisinart and whipped up some homemade hummus. Wow. Do you hear me? WOW. I even impressed myself. It's really tasty. So if you're not doing anything tomorrow, please stop by. I have a spare robe, plenty of room on the couch, Disc 1 of the Planet Earth series, a bowlful of hummus and a whole lot of veggies.
and PS: PLEASE post to your blog! It is so funny. And reading it is one of the most fun things I do all day. So please, I'm begging you, post more often. Even if it is just a snippet. I loooooove reading it! I mean, I loved reading it as soon as you created it, but now, stuck in the IT dept, I LOOOOOOOVE reading it :) You are so witty and charming and cute!
Yesterday afternoon I had one of my favorite conversations with my Dad. I like to call him in the afternoons, as I scavenge for lunch (usually a salad) and I like to tell him about my girlish woes and aspirations, and he tells me about his day and his golfing and his workouts and his apirations. And I have, on occasion, been known to be slightly repetetive in my woes and aspirations, and he so wonderfully listens, consoles and gives great fatherly advice, and always, always laughs at my jokes. And not little laughs, but big, hearty, chuckley laughs. It makes me feel really good about myself. (And on the very rare occasions when he does need to be prompted to laugh, I know he finds my cues so witty that he can't help but burst into happy gales. Which also makes me feel good.)
I had sort of a crummy morning at work, and by the time I was able to step out and call my Dad, I'd already eaten lunch and was jonesing for a Diet Coke. A contraband Diet Coke, considering I forced myself to give them up. But oh, it was delicious. I digress. As I am wandering aimlessly up Lexington Avenue, chatting away about this and that, a tiny whine snuck into the conversation. And then another. And then another. And then before I knew it, the phone gremlins made it sound like I was shrieking into the phone with complaints about my morning. And my poor dad! Those twerpy little gremlins just wouldn't stop! I mean, I would never shriek and complain and whine while standing on 57th Street and Lex. Come on now. I at least I wait until I'm inside.
And my dad listens, makes all the appropriate "oohhh" and "gosh that must have been tough" consoling noises. And then as I'm winding down, he lets it rip with, "You know that whining doesn't burn calories, right?"
Shoot. You mean...complaining isn't cardio?
Monday, June 23, 2008
Saturday, my darling bridesmaids threw me a bridal shower! It was simply delightful. We had a tea party with real rosebud china, mint creamcheese tea sandwiches, prosciutto and cheese, pink lemonade, passionfruit herbal tea, all topped off with Ellie's homemade lemon sorbet (unbelievable) and my very favorite cupcakes, pink vanilla, from the wonderful Buttercup Bake Shop. The afternoon was divine. We laughed, played games, shared advice, impersonated Tim Gunn and the Project Runway crew, and just loved each other. Girls, you are the best and thank you so very much!!!!
Saturday night topped off with Liz sleeping over. A superfun girly slumber party, complete with ice cream, banana chips, Charlie's Angels and Mulan. So great. I treated her to scrambled eggs and bacon the next morning. Thanks again, Lizzie!
Sunday night, Justin came home. Itwas the icing on top of the (pink) cupcake. We were so happy to see each other. And only 2.5 weeks to go until the wedding! Hooray!
Friday, June 20, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
On the plus side, Justin got home from work last night at 8:30 (!!!) and we had amazing talks about life, love and the pursuit of our happiness. And before he left for the night, he even tucked me into bed. Talk about magical.
This morning before I left for work I put chicken in the crockpot and hopefully when I get home it will have turned itself into barbeque deliciousness. I surely hope the apartment is still there when I get home, and not burned to the ground. That would be bad. My friend Jessica is coming over for dinner and I hope the chicken is as delicious as it was the last time I made it.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Glad as I can be!
Clap my hands and shout for joy
And climb upon his knee.
I put my arms around his neck
And hug him tight like this.
Pat his cheek and give him what?
A great big KISS!!
Happy Father's Day, Dad! I love you so much. I feel very lucky and blessed that you are my dad. You've taught me so many things and challenged me to learn and grow and be better. You've shown me how to live a faithful life and to live the gospel. You've set the bar. You are amazing. I love you so much!
Let's hear it for Daddio/KipK Roberts!!!!
Hip Hip Hooray for Dad!
Friday, June 13, 2008
Funny thing about those shoes. I bought them almost exactly two years ago this week. Shortly after the purchase (which I was so excited about) I took a nasty spill down a flight of cement steps in the Prince Street N/R subway station and as a result, had to have a pretty major knee surgery. My leg was locked out for 6 weeks, and I was in physical therapy for over a year. Needless to say, my gorgeous gold sandals never even made it out of the box.
As time passed, I became more and more resolved with wearing flat shoes the rest of my life. I tried to wear the sandals once and made it about three steps before my knee protested vehemently and I was forced to remove them. Even then, I still hung on to this pair of heels. I've made many donations to the Salvation Army over the last two years, and every time I would put them in the pile, and then pull them back out. I just couldn't bring myself to part with them.
Yesterday, I thought to myself (during my quick-as-a-flash dressing session), "Those sandals would look fantastic with this outfit." And I didn't even try them on, or test if I could walk, I just stuffed them in my bag and was out the door. (I commute in flip flops. Even back in the days when I wore heels all day every day, I drew the line at commuting in them.) I am so happy to report that not only were the shoes 1) very comfortable but 2) I can walk in them!! And 3) I could walk blocks in them, not steps.
It was an achievement 2 full years in the making.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
For the temple is a house of God,
I love to see the temple.
For the temple is a holy place
Upon returning to New York, my boss received an email, complimenting her on her graciousness during the difficult week. The email was very kind:
"Your grace and dignity thru the Detroit meeting makes me feel small; I didn’t do as well. The smooth functioning of the meeting (which I know must have been complicated) and the focus on the all the institutions that I’m sure had planned extensively for the visit was not altered by the circumstances surrounding the meeting. This is a great tribute to you and your staff. I am in awe. One of my life goals was to be a member of this organization; but I won’t be as proud of having been a member if you aren’t there. In the days when I thought (Director X) and (Director Y) hung the moon, they were clear that you hung the moon. I’m still of that opinion. I am very very proud that you are my friend."
I hope to be worthy of such high praise someday.