(I didn't get a photo because I was filming, but this pic of James was post bull-riding. ! )
Monday, December 26, 2011
Thanksgiving
We were in Tx with James' family. Soo warm and very lovely and also very TX-y.
(I didn't get a photo because I was filming, but this pic of James was post bull-riding. ! )
(I didn't get a photo because I was filming, but this pic of James was post bull-riding. ! )
An iPhone Christmas.
This is our Christmas tree: fat and sparkling. Love.
Ooh (sorry, figuring this out as I go:) picture #2 is of our dinner tonight. Leftover Christmas ham and pineapple pizza and Harry and David pear and sharp cheddar + dill and white onion. Win.
Lunch on Christmas eve was shrimp. Huge and beautiful and perfect.
Ooh (sorry, figuring this out as I go:) picture #2 is of our dinner tonight. Leftover Christmas ham and pineapple pizza and Harry and David pear and sharp cheddar + dill and white onion. Win.
Lunch on Christmas eve was shrimp. Huge and beautiful and perfect.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Quick Update on my life:
So the vertigo is a viral thing which means for all intents and purposes that it's inucrable and also tricking my body into making me sick (do you remember learning about viruses? Using your own cells against you? Nasty, ingenius things). As a result I've spent major portions of the last week in bed. Today I started working from home, which is surprisingly effective--it's not that I'm incapaciated, I just can't move around. And I need more naps I think. I don't like being sick. I don't like not being in control, I don't like the part where I need to gauge how much time, really, I can and ought to take off.
I do like laying in bed, visitng with James, being able to eat again (and wanting to occasionally!). I like that the sun's come out today (high of 28). I like that I got my Thank You cards addressed and my Christmas presents started. And I did all that while watching Netflix which I also like.
And that's the end. :)
I do like laying in bed, visitng with James, being able to eat again (and wanting to occasionally!). I like that the sun's come out today (high of 28). I like that I got my Thank You cards addressed and my Christmas presents started. And I did all that while watching Netflix which I also like.
And that's the end. :)
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Nov. 20
I'm thankful for delicious food. Is the end of the Thanksgiving portion of this post.
The other (still food-related) portions:
Something magic I just found: (white) balsamic+olive oil+garlic+cabbage might be the most delicious thing I've eaten this week. I'm roasting it which I'm sure will also be delicious, but I can't imagine it significantly improving the flavor. Also one of the most stinky foods I can imagine.
Speaking of which, I'm reading The Yiddish Policemen's Union by Michael Chabon who I love. The premise is fantastic: apparently (in real life) after WWII there was a short-lived proposal to allow misplaced Jews to relocated to the Alaska territory. The novel is set in a world where this happened. Anyway, there's this scene in a shady bar in the morning (outside of operating hours) where the two main guys are talking over a table of "pickled tomatoes and cucumbers, a basket of poppy-seed rolls, and a bowl of sour cream." Why do I love this so much? There's this line: "Berko reaches for one of the pickled cucumbers, shaking off the peppercorns and cloves that stud its freckled green skin. He crunches it between his teeth and frowns happily.
'It takes a sour woman to make a good pickle.'"
Moral of the story? #1 Michael Chabon, I love you. #2 I need to find my way back to the motherland. My mouth is watering.
And food thing #2. Food blogs. I generally don't love as much as I'd like. Because they're either too simple and I'm insulted or they're too complicated and I'm incredulous--"Yes, of course you had leftover exotic grain that you roasted with organic farmer's market vegetable into something impossibly beautiful and lowfat in your gorgeous seaside kitchen." Blah blah I'm jealous of your life. But I've found one that is just perfect: complicated enough to be interesting, with an engaging voice, good but not ostentatious photography. And the writer lives in Chicago which means we're practically neighbors.
The other (still food-related) portions:
Something magic I just found: (white) balsamic+olive oil+garlic+cabbage might be the most delicious thing I've eaten this week. I'm roasting it which I'm sure will also be delicious, but I can't imagine it significantly improving the flavor. Also one of the most stinky foods I can imagine.
Speaking of which, I'm reading The Yiddish Policemen's Union by Michael Chabon who I love. The premise is fantastic: apparently (in real life) after WWII there was a short-lived proposal to allow misplaced Jews to relocated to the Alaska territory. The novel is set in a world where this happened. Anyway, there's this scene in a shady bar in the morning (outside of operating hours) where the two main guys are talking over a table of "pickled tomatoes and cucumbers, a basket of poppy-seed rolls, and a bowl of sour cream." Why do I love this so much? There's this line: "Berko reaches for one of the pickled cucumbers, shaking off the peppercorns and cloves that stud its freckled green skin. He crunches it between his teeth and frowns happily.
'It takes a sour woman to make a good pickle.'"
Moral of the story? #1 Michael Chabon, I love you. #2 I need to find my way back to the motherland. My mouth is watering.
And food thing #2. Food blogs. I generally don't love as much as I'd like. Because they're either too simple and I'm insulted or they're too complicated and I'm incredulous--"Yes, of course you had leftover exotic grain that you roasted with organic farmer's market vegetable into something impossibly beautiful and lowfat in your gorgeous seaside kitchen." Blah blah I'm jealous of your life. But I've found one that is just perfect: complicated enough to be interesting, with an engaging voice, good but not ostentatious photography. And the writer lives in Chicago which means we're practically neighbors.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Nov. 18
Sort of a spotty thing. But.
I am thankful that it is not last year any more. The further I get from it, the wilder it seems that I survived. This time last year I was still wearing black every day as tribute to my dad. I was getting ready for a trip to Texas to spend the holidays w/James' family. And they were delightful, and everything turned out wonderfully, but it was a pretty high pressure weekend. And graduate school was awful. I'm getting all tense just thinking about it.
This Thanksgiving, also prepping for the drive to Texas (luckily for all Ballards involved, we shaved 5 hours off the drive moving across the country, woot!), but I'm going as the wife (and not girlfriend who can't get her act together) of a really wonderful fellow and we have our cozy little place (and not the snowpocalypse--do you guys remember that?) to come home to.
I am thankful that it is not last year any more. The further I get from it, the wilder it seems that I survived. This time last year I was still wearing black every day as tribute to my dad. I was getting ready for a trip to Texas to spend the holidays w/James' family. And they were delightful, and everything turned out wonderfully, but it was a pretty high pressure weekend. And graduate school was awful. I'm getting all tense just thinking about it.
This Thanksgiving, also prepping for the drive to Texas (luckily for all Ballards involved, we shaved 5 hours off the drive moving across the country, woot!), but I'm going as the wife (and not girlfriend who can't get her act together) of a really wonderful fellow and we have our cozy little place (and not the snowpocalypse--do you guys remember that?) to come home to.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Nov. 6
I am thankful for my bed. Did I post this story? James and I were trying to be wise, so we didn't buy a bed for the first two or three weeks we were in our place. We piled some blankets and camping pads on the floor and it was fine.
Then I got sick and we got a very very generous belated wedding present (thank you notes are in process, btw) and we found a great deal on a memory foam-topped number. Which I have spent more time in than out of this last day and a half.
Grateful. For my bed.
Then I got sick and we got a very very generous belated wedding present (thank you notes are in process, btw) and we found a great deal on a memory foam-topped number. Which I have spent more time in than out of this last day and a half.
Grateful. For my bed.
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