Monthly Archives: March 2011
This weekend, we’ll be visiting GP’s family (and extended family, etc etc) in New York. Though we’ll only be there for about 48 hours, it’s going to be quite the whirlwind– we’re visiting for the christening of our first niece, who is just over 2 months old. Because we’re heathens, because I’ve never been to a single christening (besides mine, which clearly didn’t take), and because it’s going to be forty-two degrees in New York this weekend, I have not even a single idea what to wear. Luckily for all of us, I have options! And (sort of terrible) pictures! Which of these says, “Please don’t strike us with lightning, Armenian Jesus?” and also, “Why no, I’m not freezing half to death”…and, I suppose, “Happy springtime! Almost, right?”
So…thoughts? I know I’m going to have to coordinate a whole scarf-coat-accessory scheme, but I feel like once I have an actual outfit in mind, that’s really the easy part. I know the internets are full of opinions, so gimme yours. Por favor?
…are cheap, just the way I like ’em.
This week, I’m loving:
- my new Bobble water bottle, which looks like it’s from the future
- the fried oyster po’ boy that I devoured on Tuesday (the best part of work taking me to Oakland every now and then)
- chocolate chip cookies made with browned butter
- the original UK Skins, thanks to Amazon Prime Instant
- my Cee-Lo Pandora station, the best option for midweek baking
- new shoes greeting me upon my return from work (I was pleased to find they are more nude than gray, just like the picture)
- a solid Sharks win on a Wednesday evening (well done, boys!)
- Kate Spade’s Japan-relief supporting-totes (which, someday, we will be able to order for realsies)
- the very idea that spring and its accompanying flora are on their way
Other than these spring showers we can’t seem to shake, that’s what’s floating my boat this week. How’s about you, friends?
I had probably snorted when my mom, during my college search, suggested I might enjoy going to a school with a solid sports program– why on earth would I care about going to a football game? I was only going to talk about Serious Things with Serious People when I was at school, with the occasional break for a drinking binge. I suppose you could say it started around the beginning of my freshman year, though technically I only went to one football game during that first season. Springtime brought the first season in which I was truly conscious that college basketball was A Thing– the jock I was dating was, of course, into basketball, and I was bound to pick up at least a thing or two during the endless hours of tournament play that I ended up watching.
As the years progressed, though, it wasn’t just proximity to whatever dude I was seeing that made me a college sports fan. I had grown up really only caring about baseball, and the revelation that there were other sports worth my time was a big one. A lot of it had to do with the fact that the players were, in some small way, associated with me: they went to the same classes, ate in the same dining halls, and visited the same establishment for an 11:30 cookie ice cream sandwich fix. The collective identity of attending the same university was an officially big deal, and I found myself screaming along with the crowd as the Bruins improbably marched down the field to score a touchdown against USC (our sworn rival and, um, repeat national champion during my college years), and holding my breath as I watched our basketball team improve under a new coach (suck it, Steve Lavin).
In what I can only describe as an instance of impeccable timing, I happened to be a senior the year my team made it all the way to the national championship. I watched them beat Gonzaga, reducing Adam Morrison and his mustache to tears (“You cry, Adam Morrison!” I shouted gleefully to my mom on the phone as I listened to the Westwood apartments erupt in joyful shouts), and I knew that LSU and Big Baby were no match for the 2006 Bruins…and then, Florida. I don’t need to tell you what happened, do I? Google it. It was bad. There was crying. Because, at the end of the day, I may be a college basketball fan, but I’m still a girl.
To lift your spirits after a crushing lost, or just as a fun “crack your shit up” moment, watch this.
Really, this is just a place-holder for the post I’m mentally composing about how I love college basketball so very much. Seriously. But that’s for another day!
Today, let’s talk about how much I enjoy hockey. Now, I didn’t grow up a hockey fan– living in a non-freezing winter climate zone and being a “stay inside and read” sort of kid ensured that– but I’ve come to enjoy it more and more in the last five or so years. We have a local hockey team, of course, so that helps; being able to go to games regularly makes it easier for me to nurse my crushes on various players (don’t judge me) and learn more about the game. This year, we have a quarter-season pass, which includes tickets for ten games, and have probably bought tickets for an additional five or so games…and full-season tickets are planned for next season. We’re pretty lucky to live about five minutes’ drive from the HP Pavilion, which makes impromptu hockey nights out possible– we went to a game with my parents last weekend for free, yo!
Oh, and one of the best things about going to hockey games, especially considering that there is a small bounty of awesome local shops nearby?
Are you a hockey fan? Do you have a local sports team that you get to see often?
I know, I know…I posted on my “progress” about two months ago and disappeared. But I’ve been busy, I swear! Here’s where I am with the Official Goals for 2011.
Take more and better pictures
Still working on this. While I did take the Big Camera on a recent trip up to Tahoe (pictures will be on Flickr soon, really!), most of the shots were not mine. As I am a “stay inside and read” person, I lent the camera to an active friend and was rewarded with some pretty great images of snowy mountains and GP risking his life on them. Good times! Maybe when the weather improves (I know, it’s California, I should shut up) I’ll be more motivated to get out and photograph well and plentifully.
Get a grownup, non-intern job
Done! Well, this has been done for a while. But I like the idea of being able to report success on at least one of these goals every so often. It’s like putting something on a to-do list that you’ve just completed: sometimes you need a win to get the other things moving.
Read 40 books
I’m a quarter of the way there! See what I’ve read so far and suggest more here.
Meet a blogger in real life
Nope. Not yet. Anyone in the Bay Area? I’m totally fun, I promise. And only crazy in the ways that should be apparent through my writing.
Try 30 new recipes
I’ve slacked a little, but not much– check out my progress, and let me know what’s been gracing your oven, stove, and dinner table recently!
Regularly practice some form of exercise
So, I joined the gym near work. It’s ridiculously convenient, to the point where I have to drive past it to get to the highway that takes me home. On days where we have nothing else planned in the evening (Sharks game, heading out of town, or something else in our terribly pressing lives), I can be found spending 50 minutes on the elliptical (easy on the knees, yo) and busting out some sweet sets on a few weight machines. This, I would say, absolutely counts as “some form of exercise.” I’m thrilled to be at the point where I actually feel better after I’ve worked out, and not just because I’ve checked something off the to-do list. There’s that, but let’s not discount the whole “being a healthy person who wants to live a long life” thing, ok?
Dinner at the dining room table (like people) twice a week
Sometimes this slides because of my gym-going– eating like a person isn’t always the most attractive option when I’ve come home, jumped into the shower, and am compiling whatever salad or amalgamation of leftovers comprises our evening meal. However! I’m getting better at doing little shortcut-y things in the morning and right after the gym that get the meal on the (dining room, not coffee) table at a reasonable time. Who wants to eat dinner at 9 p.m. on a weeknight? I’m too old for that, friends.
Oh, and given that today’s Fat Tuesday and I’m (clearly) always up for a personal challenge, let’s talk Lenten sacrifices. While I am in no way a practicing…anything, I like the idea of having the bond of a challenge with other people (sorry, zombie Jesus). Rather than giving something up this year (previous years have seen me give up cheese– torture– and meat– not so bad, but I filled that void with cheese), I’ve decided to take something on: for the next forty days or so, I’ll be trying to get as close to the recommended eight servings of fruits and vegetables a day. Don’t act like you’re surprised that it’s food-related (again)! I’m “piloting” my faux-sacrifice today, and let me tell you, it is hard to fit all those servings in, even when you like fruits and vegetables.