Out of the blue, I just checked my Google Analytics numbers for this blog. I was pleasantly surprised to see that some of you are doggedly, even religiously perhaps, checking to see if I've updated it. I'm sorry that I've been so lax, but I promise that I will be back again. There are 40 more days until this wedding. Forty days until all the hard work and logistics and willing daydreams into existence will culminate into one day of awesome wedding-ness. And then...
Well, then there will be marriage. And a honeymoon to look forward to in January. And Christmas to celebrate. And the rest of my (fingers crossed) long, long life to share with the masses* on the internet. And share, I will. Promise!
Besides, I can't WAIT to show you all the wedding-y stuff! I just don't want to give it all away before the big day.
So, hang in there! I appreciate your dedication.
*By "masses," I mean the 30-odd people that have perused this blog once or twice.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Bon Appetit!
So, I saw Julie & Julia today and was wholeheartedly entertained. It made me want to go to France, it made me want to eat, it made me want to blog. Hence...
In fact, the movie is staying with me, which I did not expect. Sure, I thought I would like it. I mostly enjoyed the book that inspired it. (A book that also, in some way, inspired this very blog.) And I really enjoyed the recent Vanity Fair feature on Julia Child.
But the movie shifted something inside me. Not a huge shift, but just a little nudge. And that's how I judge movies. So I guess this was a really good one.
Both Julia Child and Julie Powell did something with their lives. Something rather extraordinary. And both women started off as pretty regular folks. In fact, they kind of ended up as regular folks who had done amazing things. And those are the people I should spend more time admiring. And emulating.
Time to do some extraordinary things of my very own. Along with wrestling this wedding planning to the ground and keeping up with my freelancing. But you know, I think I can make this work.
In fact, the movie is staying with me, which I did not expect. Sure, I thought I would like it. I mostly enjoyed the book that inspired it. (A book that also, in some way, inspired this very blog.) And I really enjoyed the recent Vanity Fair feature on Julia Child.
But the movie shifted something inside me. Not a huge shift, but just a little nudge. And that's how I judge movies. So I guess this was a really good one.
Both Julia Child and Julie Powell did something with their lives. Something rather extraordinary. And both women started off as pretty regular folks. In fact, they kind of ended up as regular folks who had done amazing things. And those are the people I should spend more time admiring. And emulating.
Time to do some extraordinary things of my very own. Along with wrestling this wedding planning to the ground and keeping up with my freelancing. But you know, I think I can make this work.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I'm Fresh obsessed
Despite Frankie Flowers' warning that there could be some showers this afternoon, I went skipping off to work sans umbrella. Only to find it lightly, but steadily raining as I was leaving at 5 P.M. Not generally a problem if I'm just heading home—a place where my frizzy hair is well-loved—but I had an errand to run. An errand that had already been put off by a day.
Ah, but there are so many advantages to working on top of a Winners! So I slipped in to check out their umbrella selection, because a girl can never have too many brollies. Unfortunately, the selection was crashingly boring. Basic black may be chic when it comes to patent leather heels, sleek turtlenecks and cocktail dresses, but to me a black umbrella screams I'M AN ACCOUNTANT!
I reasoned that the subway wasn't too far away and that the rain would probably let up by the time I arrived at my destination, so I left the black umbrellas for the forgetful number-crunchers to buy and I braved the droplets.
Well call me Murphy. I emerge from the depths of Bathurst station to find that the light rain has progressed into a true downpour. What's a girl to do? I forged on, trying to ignore the yucky feeling of wet feet in my summery flats.
My errand was at Secrets From Your Sister. You see, I purchased a convertible bra there about a month ago and I was pretty sure it was somewhat defective, because one of the straps would spontaneously pop off at the most inopportune times. Like on the subway. So I pull out the bra and I show the manager the source of my embarrassment when she decides to embarrass me further by explaining that I wasn't attaching the strap properly. At this point, after I've traipsed through the rain to have someone show me the right way to attach a bra strap, I start to think I maybe should have gone to university. Surely someone with a university degree rather than two college degrees (one of them in tap dancing...) would instinctively know that she was attaching a bra strap wrong and not waste a store manager's time as I did.
Blerg. (I heart Liz Lemon!)
Anyway, since I was already wet and in the neighbourhood, I hopped back on the subway to Spadina and made a pit stop at my beloved Fresh to grab some dinner to take home. The juggling of purse, gym bag and takeout on the trip home is a whole other (mostly boring) post, so let's just say that my reward at the end of my soggy journey was yummy chickpea and vegetable stew in a rich coconut curry sauce on soba noodles. Apparently a little rain can't keep me away from Fresh.
*Fresh bowl pictured not exactly the one I had, but still incredibly yummy looking.
Ah, but there are so many advantages to working on top of a Winners! So I slipped in to check out their umbrella selection, because a girl can never have too many brollies. Unfortunately, the selection was crashingly boring. Basic black may be chic when it comes to patent leather heels, sleek turtlenecks and cocktail dresses, but to me a black umbrella screams I'M AN ACCOUNTANT!
I reasoned that the subway wasn't too far away and that the rain would probably let up by the time I arrived at my destination, so I left the black umbrellas for the forgetful number-crunchers to buy and I braved the droplets.
Well call me Murphy. I emerge from the depths of Bathurst station to find that the light rain has progressed into a true downpour. What's a girl to do? I forged on, trying to ignore the yucky feeling of wet feet in my summery flats.
My errand was at Secrets From Your Sister. You see, I purchased a convertible bra there about a month ago and I was pretty sure it was somewhat defective, because one of the straps would spontaneously pop off at the most inopportune times. Like on the subway. So I pull out the bra and I show the manager the source of my embarrassment when she decides to embarrass me further by explaining that I wasn't attaching the strap properly. At this point, after I've traipsed through the rain to have someone show me the right way to attach a bra strap, I start to think I maybe should have gone to university. Surely someone with a university degree rather than two college degrees (one of them in tap dancing...) would instinctively know that she was attaching a bra strap wrong and not waste a store manager's time as I did.
Blerg. (I heart Liz Lemon!)
Anyway, since I was already wet and in the neighbourhood, I hopped back on the subway to Spadina and made a pit stop at my beloved Fresh to grab some dinner to take home. The juggling of purse, gym bag and takeout on the trip home is a whole other (mostly boring) post, so let's just say that my reward at the end of my soggy journey was yummy chickpea and vegetable stew in a rich coconut curry sauce on soba noodles. Apparently a little rain can't keep me away from Fresh.
*Fresh bowl pictured not exactly the one I had, but still incredibly yummy looking.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Blogger Found
You know, it's almost like I forgot I had a blog! But on this sunny Saturday morning, while sitting on the balcony eating my watermelon and blueberries with yogurt and honey, I suddenly had a distant memory of writing postings and sending them out into the world wide web and then getting comments back from my loyal readers. (None of whom should still be loyal to a delinquent such as myself!) And it's those readers who've inspired me to begin this post. Plus it's a really good excuse not to go for a run.
So you know that after almost a month with no posting I feel obliged to make excuses for my absence, right? Here goes: There is one thing in particular that is keeping me from blogging. It's not the wedding that is fast approaching in 113 days or the extra freelancing I've picked up in order to help pay for the wedding. It is this:
Lost.
That's right. The Fiancé and I started watching Lost on DVD, For whatever reason, we both missed the phenomenon the first time around and are just catching up now. And we're hooked. In a relatively short period of time we've watched the entire first season and almost half of the second season. How have we managed to be so efficient with our viewing, you ask? Easy - we've totally given up actually speaking to one another. We communicate all required life stuff during workday emails and then when we both get home at night, we devote our attention to the television. It's not the right approach for everyone, because you really have to be dedicated, but it works for us.
Are you wondering now if I'm typing while watching? Wait, I already told you I'm on my balcony, so you're probably not. Alas, the Fiancé is out of town and we have a strict policy about not watching without the other person. If we did, then we wouldn't spend any time together! Apparently our policy extends to watching clips on YouTube, because he got so upset with me last night for looking up kissy bits that we haven't seen yet. But I'm sorry! There have been just a few kissy bits and they're making me wait forever for more. And I like the kissy bits!!
The only thing about watching a show a few years after it's aired on TV is that it's so impossible to escape the entertainment media from ruining certain things. For example, when certain characters are in mortal peril, I don't clutch my heart in suspenseful agony. I just turn to the Fiancé and say, "She's not going to die." Kind of takes some of the kick out of it.
So that's my excuse for you. Perhaps I'll find some time to write again soon. Until then, enjoy this:
So you know that after almost a month with no posting I feel obliged to make excuses for my absence, right? Here goes: There is one thing in particular that is keeping me from blogging. It's not the wedding that is fast approaching in 113 days or the extra freelancing I've picked up in order to help pay for the wedding. It is this:
Lost.
That's right. The Fiancé and I started watching Lost on DVD, For whatever reason, we both missed the phenomenon the first time around and are just catching up now. And we're hooked. In a relatively short period of time we've watched the entire first season and almost half of the second season. How have we managed to be so efficient with our viewing, you ask? Easy - we've totally given up actually speaking to one another. We communicate all required life stuff during workday emails and then when we both get home at night, we devote our attention to the television. It's not the right approach for everyone, because you really have to be dedicated, but it works for us.
Are you wondering now if I'm typing while watching? Wait, I already told you I'm on my balcony, so you're probably not. Alas, the Fiancé is out of town and we have a strict policy about not watching without the other person. If we did, then we wouldn't spend any time together! Apparently our policy extends to watching clips on YouTube, because he got so upset with me last night for looking up kissy bits that we haven't seen yet. But I'm sorry! There have been just a few kissy bits and they're making me wait forever for more. And I like the kissy bits!!
The only thing about watching a show a few years after it's aired on TV is that it's so impossible to escape the entertainment media from ruining certain things. For example, when certain characters are in mortal peril, I don't clutch my heart in suspenseful agony. I just turn to the Fiancé and say, "She's not going to die." Kind of takes some of the kick out of it.
So that's my excuse for you. Perhaps I'll find some time to write again soon. Until then, enjoy this:
Friday, June 19, 2009
"Pretend I'm her. Amanda Jones."
I wonder if I'll ever grow out of my love for romantic comedies? Specifically the romantic comedies I watched over and over again during my formative years. (We had the movie channel back when there was only one movie channel to have.) Recently, while buying a birthday present for the Fiancé, I bought myself a little present - a copy of "Some Kind of Wonderful" on DVD. I needed to replace my VHS version, which was taped from television oh so many years ago. Especially because the tape ended about 5 minutes before the end, which is one of the best parts, so I had hastily rewound a few minutes and then hit record again, so it was really an awful mishmash.
Since the Fiancé headed north last night, I settled in with laundry to fold and put the movie on. It had been a long time since I'd watched the whole thing from start to finish. Man, I love it! It's a little hard to watch Eric Stoltz and not think of his creepy, death row character from "Grey's Anatomy" now, but I managed. And Mary Stuart Masterson is so great as Watts! The first kiss scene between Eric and Mary is probably one of my favourites. She's totally in control! Calling all the shots!
And a great last line: "You look good wearing my future."
Here's a bit of trivia regarding this film that I've just learned from the almighty IMDB - Lea Thompson and the film's director, Howard Deutch, fell in love while making this movie and have been married for 20 years! That not only explains why Lea and Eric's kiss in the movie is a little devoid of chemistry, but also why Lea is the actor that's part of the commentary on the DVD. Put that in your Trivial Pursuit pipe and smoke it!
Since the Fiancé headed north last night, I settled in with laundry to fold and put the movie on. It had been a long time since I'd watched the whole thing from start to finish. Man, I love it! It's a little hard to watch Eric Stoltz and not think of his creepy, death row character from "Grey's Anatomy" now, but I managed. And Mary Stuart Masterson is so great as Watts! The first kiss scene between Eric and Mary is probably one of my favourites. She's totally in control! Calling all the shots!
And a great last line: "You look good wearing my future."
Here's a bit of trivia regarding this film that I've just learned from the almighty IMDB - Lea Thompson and the film's director, Howard Deutch, fell in love while making this movie and have been married for 20 years! That not only explains why Lea and Eric's kiss in the movie is a little devoid of chemistry, but also why Lea is the actor that's part of the commentary on the DVD. Put that in your Trivial Pursuit pipe and smoke it!
A tasty new perspective
This book is completely changing the way I think about food. I don't want to overstate it, but it's blowing my mind! Seriously, I have been reading it on the subway and have to fight the urge to turn to the stranger sitting next to me and say things like, "Excuse me, but were you aware that until 1973 all the processed food full of questionable chemicals actually had to have the word 'imitation' on the label?" or "I don't want to bother you, but isn't it crazy that we'd have to eat three apples today to get the nutritional equivalent of one apple from 1963, because the soil that the apple trees are grown in today is fertilized with industrial fertilizer?" The stuff I'm learning is shocking, but the crazy part is that it all made sense to me right away. Obviously I was well aware that the long list of unpronounceable ingredients in processed foods was a bad thing, but until I started reading this book, I still thought of it all as food. But it isn't. Not really.
And while I haven't frantically gone through my pantry and tossed out all the crap, I'm definitely not adding any more crap to my grocery cart either. Because I've seen the light!
And now I really need to see this:
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