Things are crazy here in Krissyville. Work, which was blessedly drama free for a while, now makes General Hospital look like high comedy. I’m fairly confident things will work out but it’s stress I don’t really need.
Seriously 2010. You can suck it. I don’t know what else you want from me.
I’m trying my best to stay on track. I’m on week 3 of the C25k. This means I am running for 3 minutes at a time.
I’ve not run for 3 minutes in a really, really long time. It actually felt pretty good. We’ll see if I’m still singing that tune tomorrow.
Tomorrow I am going to an event at the convention center. I’m going to walk there as the weather is back in the 70s here. Just as I dragged a bin full of turtleneck sweaters into NYC.
It’s Halloween this weekend. I am heading to NJ on Thursday for trivia and coming back on Friday for the weekend. I will bring my witches hat I think. There is a rumor of a haunted hay ride on Saturday.
I don’t want to go.
Let me tell you a story. Picture it…1984. If you are too young to picture it keep it to yourself. :)
Once upon a time my family went on vacation to Orlando, FL. We had tons of fun in Disney. Jen was 4. She stayed with my dad while my mom took Matt and me to the Hollywood Wax Museum. They had a screen test for commercials. I, having missed my chance to star in Annie on Broadway, was convinced this was my moment. We went on a tour first and there was a whole horror section that I refused to go through. Some jerk who worked there who insisted there was no other way so I ran straight through with my eyes closed.
Then we found out the screen test that was my sole reason for wanting to go to this crappy museum was cancelled because my mom, Matt and me were the only 3 people in the entire place. My mother sprang into action and argued with the kid at the ticket counter.
We got our money back.
And then our rental car would not start and we were afraid to go back and ask them to use the phone to call my dad – who couldn’t help much anyway since he was stuck at a hotel with no car and a 4 year old.
And as a result I was never discovered and never became an Academy Award Winner.
Thus ends my sad tale of woe.
There’s also a story about Jen going on Space Mountain at 4 years old but I’ll save that for another time.
In other news, this weekend I went to a wedding. It was lovely, the food was yummy and I had a date who spent a lot of time staging my food shots.
I seriously have created a monster. ;) I mean look, he sat there arranging until he got the favor and a rose in this shot.
The centerpieces were really beautiful. I forgot my camera so all pics are taken with my iPhone. I sat in front of a bowl of caramelized onion foccacia. I hated it as you might guess.The salad was roasted beets with arugula. I really liked it. I’m now a fan of beets as long as you roast them and they don’t come out of a can.Dave and I both had the snapper as an entree. He declared it “the best snapper he ever had.” Kudos to Todd English and the W Union Square.They served little sweet treats with the wedding cake which was made by the Cake Boss in Hoboken. You know how those cakes all look beautiful but you are afraid they don’t taste good? This one tasted fantastic.
Sorry. No cake picture. :(
The other day I made a pasta dish with turkey. I know. Weird. I had leftover steamed broccoli and a teriyaki turkey breast. I chopped it up with some leftover caramelized onions and shallots and tossed it with pappardelle.
Oh. And some cavatappi too. I was using up the dregs of my pasta supply.
I added some butter and parmesan. Twas yummy.
Yesterday, after clearing off my couch (finally!) I made dinner for Dave and me. The spinach in my fridge had seen better days so I made a little tomato and mozzarella salad.
That’s fresh basil from the plant on my windowsill that I haven’t killed yet. Go me!
I baked pork chops coated in cornmeal, made potatoes and onions and roasted some asparagus.
Today for lunch I made a mini Boboli with yellow bell peppers and ricotta. I ate half.
I had to print something out so I headed to Fedex Kinkos whatever it is called. For $2.05 I got on the computer and used their printer. Cheaper than a subway ride to my office. I ran to Barnes & Noble to get a book. I had a $25.00 gift card from work.
First, The Hunger Games.
Jen and my mom have read all 3 books in the series and loved them. I’m excited to start it.
Second – due to the promos for Tangled (which I am not ashamed to say I want to see) and the fact that there will be multiple fairytale characters roaming around on Sunday I got this book.
Sidenote: Dave and I went to Ricky’s the other night to buy Mora’s costume. In addition to having children’s costumes they also have aisles marked “Pimps” and “Hos”.
I’m intrigued and a bit worried because the foreword is by Gregory Maguire who wrote Wicked. And I HATED Wicked. I never even finished it. I can count on one hand the books I’ve given up on.
I adored the musical however.
I thought the title was appropriate for this time of year.
Even if I am refusing to go on a haunted hay ride with my boyfriend and his kids.
I would, however, consent to watching The Shining with the lights off.
I am a bundle of contradictions.