[I know it’s been said nine million times but needed to put that out there.]
While this stupid winter seems to have dragged on for all eternity, February actually flew by. Between being inundated with work after my boss fell ill, dealing with some of my own stuff, M’s work travels and general craziness, February was a blur.
M is in Costa Rica for work (I was originally supposed to tag along for a few days to thaw out, but my workload wouldn’t allow for it) and returns tonight. I am excited to have my personal space heater, buddy and snow shoveler back. Shoveling snow sucks.
I am so desperate for sun and warmth that I briefly considered going tanning (gross) before coming to my senses. A new low, folks.
One of my best girls, D, leaves for her big move to NYC next weekend. A last night with the Supper Club girls is necessary.
In a couple of weeks, we are going to start on some big projects around the house and make some pretty big changes. I’m simultaneously overwhelmed and excited. Also, does money grow on trees somewhere?
I have to work (again) this weekend, but on Sunday I am thinking of working from home and making this "Sunday Sauce" for when M’s parents come for dinner. Fingers crossed.
M and I have never been big Valentine’s Day people (in our early years, we were too broke and it more or less became our tradition to not do anything by default).
Despite working for the better part of the weekend, this has been a favorite and memorable Valentine’s Day weekend. A few convenience store roses. Sweatpants + beers + true crime shows on Friday night, a tasty dinner for two at Nightwood last night, and a lasagna made by two this evening with a side of really good conversation.
Nothing really super crazy, but after the last few months, it was perfect.
Just got tickets for me and three of my girls to see this guy at Soldier Field in August!
Over the past couple of years, things have changed quite a bit. Girls have had babies, moved to the burbs, and become actual legitimate adults. It’s not often that we all get together - especially for a baby-free evening of cocktails, girl time, music and fun (most of our recent outings are in the light of day and involve passing babies around), so I am extra excited about this outing. And the fact that it will (at least I hope) finally be warm by then!
I’ve been quiet. But it’s mostly because I’ve been crazy busy. And stressed to the max.
It’s been a week since my boss/friend/mentor had a medical emergency. Totally terrifying because he’s young, has young kids, is in decent shape and is the brain trust of our group. More personally, he’s been one of the most influential people in my life and career.
I knew he’d be mortified if I visited him in the hospital, so I did the only other thing I knew would help his recovery. I worked my ass off. I have to say, it’s not a ton of fun being in his shoes. I’m exhausted. As much respect as I had for him before, now I get it, and I get what else I can do to take some things off his plate even after he comes back to work (whenever that may be).
I’ve also been dealing with some personal stress completely aside from last week’s fire drill. [Fortunately, my dad is fine.] But the last four months have been incredibly physically, mentally and emotionally draining, and it would be nice to get a bit of a break from all that.
So, if you’ve got some good juju to spare, throw some our way, k?
DMX also told TMZ that he wants to fight on behalf of “every black person who has been done wrong in the system…I am going to beat the living fuck out of him. I am breaking every rule in boxing to make sure I fuck him up right.” He also threatened to piss on Zimmerman’s face.
The DMX/George Zimmerman match up is a karmic gift.
KB and I met nearly seven years ago while planning our weddings. A few exchanged messages about vendors, and we were easy pals among the crazies that inhabit wedding boards. Fast forward to today, and she is now a great friend. The best listener, the kindest, truest heart, the most impeccable timing with a totally inappropriate joke in the darkest of times, and the greenest of thumbs.
KB, you are an amazing, strong, beautiful person who I am so happy to have as a friend. Here’s to you on your birthday, a big cheers (with a KB/Ryan home brew collaboration of course, DUH) and to many more!
Today started significantly better than yesterday. First things first. Did you know the rewards from the Starbucks app are only good for two measly weeks? Neither did I. Bummed that mine had expired and as I was frantically trying to reload my “card,” (which was OF COURSE down to like .33) the barista gave me a big smile, told me not to worry about it and to have a great day. Planning to pay the Thursday morning kindness forward at some point today. It’s the little things.
Our favoritest crispy black bean tacos with broccoli slaw. Always amazing. I add extra Cholula to the black bean mixture and a little Greek yogurt to the slaw to help hold it together.
Greek mahi-mahi with roasted asparagus. The mahi was ok. You definitely do NOT need anywhere close to the amount of mayo called for. I used just a bit to hold the feta cheese together and keep the crumbles from falling off the fish. I also skipped the lemon juice in the topping, because I was afraid it would make it too runny and it would slide right off.
A delicious pork chop adobado recipe that Amy gave to me years ago, roasted sweet potatoes and beets. Orrrrrrrrrr I worked until 10 p.m. and burned through my entire desk of snacks.
A much-needed date night at The Dawson. Ugh. NOT GOOD. One of the more disappointing meals in awhile, the food took forever and a day to come out, and everything was really pretty pedestrian. I had such high hopes!