Thursday night. Just got home from an evening with some girlfriends. It was nice! Even though the cookies I made for dessert ended up as weird little rocks.
Colin's been gone since Tuesday morning, but I still haven't heard from him. I know this is awful, but I realized tonight that I don't even know exactly where he is. Well, I'm pretty sure he's still in British Columbia snowboarding. But pretty soon, I think, he'll be leaving for Taiwan, and then a week after that going to Hong Kong for a few days. I asked him to bring me back some lanyard charms for my wallet. I only have two right now--the weird bandaged stick guy that Jess gave me and an origami crane that Col got me the last time he was in the Tokyo airport.
Yes, new lanyards would be a fun thing.
What else? I'm still working on my friend's website. I really want to post a link, but it's just not quite ready yet. I will soon!
Going up to my parents' in Newport tomorrow. Maybe ride at Jay on Saturday with Brother Kev.
I'm really looking forward to the weekend. My dreams this week have been so weird!
xoxo
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
david brooks, I love you
What makes for better T.V.—the Oscars or President Obama's address to joint session of congress? I'm watching the latter right now on PBS. (It's the red carpet right now; everyone's waiting for the big guy to show up.) And can I just tell you how much I'm in love with David Brooks? OMG, he just commented on Lady Obama's outfit, which by the way is beautiful. It's too much, he's such a dorky politco. I just can't get enough of him. Okay, Mr. President's speaking now. Gotta go.
Monday, February 23, 2009
a weekend with the boy
Col's leaving for a big trip to Canada & Asia tomorrow. So we stockpiled this past weekend with quality moments together—enough to keep us going for the next three weeks when two oceans and a gazillion time zones separate our physical selves.
Friday night we finished up season one of Mad Men (holy cow!) but Colin in true form, fell asleep and missed the last (and most crucial) episode. So I gave him a recap on the way to the Stowe the next day. Saturday was my best snowboarding day this winter so far. We spent the entire day at the mountain. The conditions were wonderful—I made it my mission to find secret pockets of powder and we scored a few hidden runs that no one else had found. Col said he likes that I go fast when there's powder. I just can't help myself!
When we got back to town we picked up a gazillion flatbreads and salads from American Flatbread and brought them over to Em & Kev's for dinner. Their friends Christina and Brian were up visiting for the weekend with their kids. Sapphie was sleeping pretty much the whole time. I practically fell asleep at the dinner table. I was so tired from all that riding!
Yesterday was just the best. We were anticipating a huge storm all day. But it just never really happened in Burlington. (Meanwhile, my parents up in Newport reported well over a foot!) We cleaned our place, Colin packed and I crossed some things off my ever-growing list.
Finally, it was dinner time and we had reservations at the Bearded Frog in Shelburne. Yay! Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the Oscars, but we had the restaurant to ourselves. So we sidled up to the bar and had a lovely dinner right there: venison cigars with yummy dipping sauces; the best Waldorf salad ever with apples, bacon, cranberries and candied nuts. I had a delicious corn timbale for dinner; Col had the meatloaf with chorizo (yowza!). We finished it off with Tahitian vanilla bean creme brule. I love that place!
So what'll I do while the boy's away? Well, for one, I'm going up to my parents' house for some fun in the snow. I'm thinking I might paint another room. The hallway maybe? I'll probably read a book or two. Finish my friend's website. Hang out with some girlfriends. Go to my friend's wedding. Maybe fit some wedding planning of my own. Yup, I'll have no problem filling my days. I'll be okay!
Friday night we finished up season one of Mad Men (holy cow!) but Colin in true form, fell asleep and missed the last (and most crucial) episode. So I gave him a recap on the way to the Stowe the next day. Saturday was my best snowboarding day this winter so far. We spent the entire day at the mountain. The conditions were wonderful—I made it my mission to find secret pockets of powder and we scored a few hidden runs that no one else had found. Col said he likes that I go fast when there's powder. I just can't help myself!
When we got back to town we picked up a gazillion flatbreads and salads from American Flatbread and brought them over to Em & Kev's for dinner. Their friends Christina and Brian were up visiting for the weekend with their kids. Sapphie was sleeping pretty much the whole time. I practically fell asleep at the dinner table. I was so tired from all that riding!
Yesterday was just the best. We were anticipating a huge storm all day. But it just never really happened in Burlington. (Meanwhile, my parents up in Newport reported well over a foot!) We cleaned our place, Colin packed and I crossed some things off my ever-growing list.
Finally, it was dinner time and we had reservations at the Bearded Frog in Shelburne. Yay! Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the Oscars, but we had the restaurant to ourselves. So we sidled up to the bar and had a lovely dinner right there: venison cigars with yummy dipping sauces; the best Waldorf salad ever with apples, bacon, cranberries and candied nuts. I had a delicious corn timbale for dinner; Col had the meatloaf with chorizo (yowza!). We finished it off with Tahitian vanilla bean creme brule. I love that place!
So what'll I do while the boy's away? Well, for one, I'm going up to my parents' house for some fun in the snow. I'm thinking I might paint another room. The hallway maybe? I'll probably read a book or two. Finish my friend's website. Hang out with some girlfriends. Go to my friend's wedding. Maybe fit some wedding planning of my own. Yup, I'll have no problem filling my days. I'll be okay!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
this is how I write when I'm rusty
I just need to type something, anything to get the cobwebs out...
Today feels like one of those days when the act of writing about it is more significant than anything that actually happened in it.
Maybe that's because any kind of writing for myself at this point feels like a huge, significant task. But I must write, so...
I feel like today could easily be forgotten, as early as next week even.
Except that today is today, and no other. I put on a great outfit in the morning. (So into green & navy right now!) I had a good commute to work—what a gorgeous morning. I had some great business partner meetings all by myself. I got stuff done. I moved things along. I felt totally in control. There was no drama. And if being near perfect makes the day feel insignificant, then what the heck is wrong with me?
Do I crave drama and obstacles to feel significant? Perhaps. Yes, I think I do. Then maybe I should be more thankful on all the other crazy, annoying, irrational days that I have something to worry about.
At least on a day as near perfect as today my head is clear enough to sit down after work and write something for myself--even if it's about nothing. And totally stupid. And I'm putting the cats to sleep with my typing. At least I did it.
Today feels like one of those days when the act of writing about it is more significant than anything that actually happened in it.
Maybe that's because any kind of writing for myself at this point feels like a huge, significant task. But I must write, so...
I feel like today could easily be forgotten, as early as next week even.
Except that today is today, and no other. I put on a great outfit in the morning. (So into green & navy right now!) I had a good commute to work—what a gorgeous morning. I had some great business partner meetings all by myself. I got stuff done. I moved things along. I felt totally in control. There was no drama. And if being near perfect makes the day feel insignificant, then what the heck is wrong with me?
Do I crave drama and obstacles to feel significant? Perhaps. Yes, I think I do. Then maybe I should be more thankful on all the other crazy, annoying, irrational days that I have something to worry about.
At least on a day as near perfect as today my head is clear enough to sit down after work and write something for myself--even if it's about nothing. And totally stupid. And I'm putting the cats to sleep with my typing. At least I did it.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
a chili day, not chilly
Poopy left today. I was sad to see her go. What a ray of sunshine that gal is. Don't ask me where I've been for the last week and a half. I've been with HER! And the whole fam. It's been really, really nice.
So I was already kind of bummed about her leaving.
And then, luck of the draw, it was raining on the way home from work. Raining! Couple days ago, it was 15 degrees. The rain was hitting the cold snow, which caused thick snakes of fog to envelope the road, making it impossible to see. I felt like I was in one of those movies from 60s, manically driving a big heavy car, clutching the steering wheel with white knuckles, windshield wipers flinging from side to side, flinging water into the darkness. I was tense, couldn't see a thing, and the headlights from the oncoming traffic almost threw me off the road.
Well, I finally made it home alright. It was the first night in a while that it was just me and Col. Do you know what that little bugger did? He cooked me chili. An EatingWell chili with three kinds of beans! God knows how much that boy likes his meat, but he made me a vegetarian chili from scratch and even put tomatoes in it—just for me, because he knows I love them. Col hates tomatoes. The chili turned out so well. So delicious! I whipped up a quick cornbread. And we ate the fine meal in front of the T.V. watching Mad Men on DVD.
What a guy. What a night. Miss you already, Sisthowr.
So I was already kind of bummed about her leaving.
And then, luck of the draw, it was raining on the way home from work. Raining! Couple days ago, it was 15 degrees. The rain was hitting the cold snow, which caused thick snakes of fog to envelope the road, making it impossible to see. I felt like I was in one of those movies from 60s, manically driving a big heavy car, clutching the steering wheel with white knuckles, windshield wipers flinging from side to side, flinging water into the darkness. I was tense, couldn't see a thing, and the headlights from the oncoming traffic almost threw me off the road.
Well, I finally made it home alright. It was the first night in a while that it was just me and Col. Do you know what that little bugger did? He cooked me chili. An EatingWell chili with three kinds of beans! God knows how much that boy likes his meat, but he made me a vegetarian chili from scratch and even put tomatoes in it—just for me, because he knows I love them. Col hates tomatoes. The chili turned out so well. So delicious! I whipped up a quick cornbread. And we ate the fine meal in front of the T.V. watching Mad Men on DVD.
What a guy. What a night. Miss you already, Sisthowr.
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