trapped

Occasionally around 5pm on days i work from home i get a bug. The cleaning bug. Typically this happens when the dust bunnies are just about large enough to name. Alas Peter and i have been talking and talking about doing something at night. We’ve fallen into this horrible TV trap. So as i vacuum, Peter is anxious to get out and do something. Finally i finish, then like the call of the wild we figure its dinner time. We eat, then i suggest we head out for a nice walk or something. Nope – he’s tired now. So then guess what we do??? Carnal lovin? - Nope we watch tv and fall asleep.

Anyone else?

dieting for the rest of us

So those of you that know me know that i'm dying to get rid of these extra 80 lbs that just will not go away. I however have NOOO control.

Yesterday - south beach perfect (ok minus the twizzlers)

Today - matza w/cream cheese, but that was gross - so i swapped (ok didn't swap, but moved on to) matza w/pb&j. Much better, but it still didn't do it. So then i needed something fancy. How about 6 mini appretizer quiches in the freezer. Cool. Oh and of course a twizzler. THATS BREAKFAST! Lord, I have got to get a grip.

single again

I'm big into procrastinating. Its now 8:55 and i shoooould be working. I however just spent the last 10 minutes debating the title of this post. Should it be single again / or what not to do? Does it really make a difference? Nope, not at all. And that is beautiful!

See currently my wonderful husband is away for work. And what really sucks is that he returns in just enough time to leave me again to visit his kids. UGG. This however has drastic consequences for me. I have not had a real meal since he left. Now we both cook on a regular basis, and yes, I share some of the responsibility, but i like my motivation to work. I have no motivation to cook. I've totally given up my diet for convenience. And can't remember the last time I had a fresh vegetable. Worst part is...instead of getting UP and making something. I'll prob spend the next 30-45 minutes figuring out a way to avoid just this scenario.

Day 3 and 3 more to go.

my first love

My mom reminded me this weekend that easter has allllllllllways been my favorite holiday. In my opinion how can ANYTHING be better...you dress up (if your lucky without tights), get to wear a hat and maybe gloves. Are given candy all day and then the cherry on the pie -- PEEPS!

Weekends

Ever notice how weekends take on a life of themselves?

Wouldn't it be the best-est if you could identify yourself by what you do during the weekend, rather than what you pretend to do all week.

i.e. Hi my name is jenn and i'm a napper, this is peter my husband. He's a hiker.

Isnt that soooo much better than:

i.e. Hi my name is jenn and i'm a programmer and this is my husband peter, a recruiter.

Which one of these tells you more about who we are???

NYC

Recently I had to travel to NYC to work for a few days. Luckily my husband has the great advantage of working from home(...read, wherever he wants.)

We spent the weekend with his family. Honorable mentions of the dreadful ex and the kids and their god-like status were thankfully kept to a minimum. My only question to the general public is - what is wrong with silence? Why must some people fill it with the most inane commentary? And FURTHERMORE, why bitch? Didn't your mother teach you "if you don't have something nice to say then don't say anything at all"? Or how about my favorite bathroom wallpaper adage "how are you is a greeting, not a question - don't tell guests about your indigestion". Honestly if i took this crew at face value for their conversations they would all be in jeopardy of being committed and on suicide watch. This however is normal. A norm, I hope to NEVER endorse, engage in or accept.

But then the goods time began. Sun afternoon we arrived at our swankified Times Square hotel. Monday I took the train to Newark (you didn't think that i actually got to work on a gov't contract in manhattan did you?!?!) We celebrated with dinner at l'ecole (french culinary institute). It was incredible! I consider peter quite the wine snob, but let me tell you ~ we have a thing to learn. For the most part, we choose wines that go nicely with dinner. These catapulted the meal into a whole new realm of fantastic! Then to top the night off we saw Jacques Pepin as he was leaving. Our first NYC celeb sighting. Ok, perhaps he's not as popular as Katie's alien baby, but when your a chubby girl who loves to cook, he's a GOD!

Tues work was the same miserable beast. However instead of a dinner focus ~ I was going to the gershwin theater to try and win tickets to WICKED. OMG I WON! Ironically we almost didn't get to go as peter forgot to mention that minor detail paying for the tickets with CASH. H-E-L-L-O i don't normally carry more then the change in our sofa at the bottom of my purse. And that’s assuming that i haven't changed purses within the last 24 hours, which in itself is highly unlikely. Well by some grace of god there was a women there who understood purses and when i offered her mine in exchange for $25, she laughed and said 'honey your good for it' and gave me the cash. Someone just gave me $25 in cash in NYC!

I spent the entire first act with tears streaming down my face from shear excitement. It was amazing. The stage, the costumes, the voices.

I was spellbound