Monthly Archives: January 2011

you’re too old to go to a rock concert

(Thank you, Drew, for that comment.) That’s how my Monday began. Actually it began when I lifted my head off my pillow and  I still heard the buzzing in my head from the night before. Drew’s been stuffing cotton balls in his ears during concerts for years now. I, however, never had this problem of ringing . . . buzzing . . . static . . . in my head after a loud concert until last night. I love my silence . . . now what, do I stand under the shower to drown out the noise? Do I listen to music, keep the tv on all day long . . . or, maybe, make this static in my head my totally personal mantra.

I’m trying to figure out what to do with this blog. I thought I would start out every morning writing about Ask Amy and all the comments my stud hub makes in the morning and end with my dinner menu. But I’ve strayed from that already and I’m bored with it. Amy was boring today, by the way. Now I think maybe I will change the format of this page and set it up like my newsletter. Maybe some recipes, family secrets, photos. It’s just so much easier to use a pencil, eraser, some tape, and an xacto knife. Okay, maybe not. I better get on this right away. I am, for now, striving for at least 300 words a day. Today I’m finding it hard to get to 300 words but I think I’m pretty close.

Dinner tonight was vegetarian hot and sour soup, quinoa and broccoli salad, and roasted cauliflower.

Still hearing lots of static. I thought by now it would be gone. And you know what it sounds like . . .  cicadas – –  lots of them. I have a head full of cicadas! Good night.

Ah, and there you have it — 300 words . . . exactly!

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Brown Bananas

I’ll be 60 this year . . . there I said it! Can’t believe it. I remember when Drew came home with a Zorn’s blueberry pie and stuck 2 candles in it — a 5 and a 0. The girls were home and my mom was there. I stared at the 50 and plotzed! That’s half a century. It was hard but I smiled, blew out the candles, and guzzled down most of the pie.

Drew and I have been easing into the lifestyle of the Early Bird Specials. Like I said yesterday, we joined 2 theater groups and have tickets to the Saturday matinees. We say we picked this time because we don’t like to feel rushed during dinner. We see a matinee and then take a leisurely stroll around the city — pointing out all the nice brownstones we’d like to live in, drinking a beer, eating an appetizer, and deciding whether we should call the girls to see if they want to meet for dinner.

The one problem about matinees is what to do for lunch. I just need to have something handy when my stomach gets chatty. I’m fine with a banana. Drew needs real food. Yesterday I bought a banana in a deli. I chose one that was large and so very slightly green at the tip. I would say it was ripe with no signs of browning on the skin.

You like brown bananas. This one isn’t ripe enough for you. Pick this one,” he points to a brown banana. “No I don’t. That’s Hannah who likes the real ripe bananas. This is the way I like to eat bananas,” I say holding tight to the banana of my choice. “I like ripe bananas for my milk shake,” I explain. “Oh, I was just telling someone at work how you buy brown bananas,” he feebly says. Ah, my drew, I guess you’ll have some explaining to do on Monday!

We saw the Whipping Man. Enjoyed it and then walked over to MOMA til closing. Dinner at St. Andrews. Drew sampled several scotches and I had a bass ale. I just wonder what the crowd is like on a Saturday night instead of a matinee? Sometimes it seems to soon to be hanging with the matinee crowd. But then again, we were home by 9:30 and I was exhausted and happy to be home and half asleep on the couch.

Today is different. Concert at Williamsburgh Music Hall to see The Hold Steady. Doors open at 8:00, first band (the Gay Blades) at 9:00. It’s general admission and I’ll probably be sitting on the floor in a corner by 9:30. There must be a happy medium. AAhhhh

Dinner out

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Stop burping. You’re annoying

The way you show your love is a little weird.” I think Drew was referring to my hiccups (not burping) after drinking a vodka and pineapple juice last night. I leaned over, and sniffed his face as I hiccupped in his ear!

This  is a good one . . . really! I drank coffee and read Amy all the while drew was downstairs on the computer. No sooner is he at the table when he blurts out, “I feel like a star. But I’m not going to say anything to you. I’m done. Our relationship might be over. But my name is not always capitalized. You need to work on your style.

Oohh, is this a task, my dear master?

Going to city today to see “The Whipping Man.” We joined 2 theater groups — MTC and MCC and the other night someone called and wanted US to join the Roundabout Theater Company  — I guess that would be RTC. Two is plenty. One might be even better.

Happy birthday, Jan . . . for your birthday Drew and I uncovered the VW. It’s been under snow since Dec. 27th. Started right up too!!!!!!

Dinner out!

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happYness meter

I read Ask Amy this morning. A 14 year old girl wanted to have sex with her boyfriend. The girl confided in her grandmother first and grandma said whatever pleases you but don’t tell your mother. She then went to her mom and her mom suggested they wait 6 months to see if the relationship lasted.  “You didn’t comment,” blurbs Drew “and you already read Amy’s answer!”  Wow, what’s to say . . . 14 and the mom says wait awhile? Will my girls come to me when they are ready to have sex . . . I’m sure they will — but they haven’t yet!

i’m definitely taking off on friday, are you free for waffles? c

Of course I’m free for waffles. I love those belgian waffles with whipped cream and strawberries from International Delight Cafe. Carol and I met at 11:15. I was only kidding when I said I shouldn’t eat a waffle because I gained 5 pounds. I didn’t expect Carol to jump on it . . . “we can order egg white omelettes instead. I had a waffle yesterday at home,” she quipped. “What how could you do this to me? You knew we had a waffle date? I’ve been dreaming of this all week,” I shot back at her. “It was a snow day, I had a waffle.” She didn’t care. I felt betrayed but I didn’t let on. I ordered my waffle and Carol ordered a veggie egg white omelette with rye toast and sweet potato fries. So I gave her a bit of my waffle and I picked at her sweet potato fries which, by the way, were the best . . . nice and crunchy. (There is something seriously wrong with eating an egg without the yolk.)

We chatted about books we read. “What are you reading now?” “Can’t remember the title.” “What’s it about.” “Um, I’m not sure.” “Who’s the author?” “I don’t know something with a C in it.” “I have to go to the bathroom.” “What were we talking about?” We talked about the kids. “Busy, happy. Yours?” “Yeah, busy, happy.” We talked about the Andys. “Mine’s fine and yours?” “Ditto.”

And then Carol brought up Oprah. Apparently Goldie Hawn was on her show yesterday and she is now on a mission to teach people to be happier. I googled Oprah and Goldie and decided to take the happiness quiz.  I did pick up some interesting tips. Did you know that:  A Harvard University study has shown that spending just 10 minutes each day sitting and breathing — doing absolutely nothing — will increase your happiness. (Just 10 minutes? Wow, I am overdosing on this stuff!) — Research from Dan Buettner’s book, Blue Zones, shows that while having a child is stressful, a parent’s happiness rises after the child turns 18 years old…and it keeps rising! (Yes!!!) — For ultimate happiness, watch between half an hour to one hour of TV per day.  (Ultimate happiness??) — Experts at the National Institute of Health say you should have at least two close friends for maximum happiness. (Yay, I’m happy to the max!) —Studies show that money can make you happier, but only to a point: According to Princeton University, happiness maxes out once you earn $75,000 per year for a family of four. (Interesting!?)

Goldie’s Happiness Quiz

Well that’s that – –  I’m happy. I’m prettaaaaay, prettaaaaay, pretty happy!

Dinner tonight: undecided

xox


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Big in Burma

So much for my morning routine. Today I woke up to almost 2 feet of snow and no internet access. Newsday was sitting on top of a pile of snow at the foot our the driveway and the NY Times was nowhere to be seen. Our morning routine was all askew. Drew shoveled a path to the paper. At least we had Ask Amy.

On a typical day, Drew starts out reading the Times. Me, I read Newsday first, saving Dear Amy for last, sometimes making a sound here and there letting drew know if I think it’s a good or bad letter. He usually reads it after me. I say usually because this morning was not like the others. We had to share one paper. He read Ask Amy before I did. Afterwards, I read it through  — question and answer – and then commented on it. “No, no, you can’t do that. You’re influenced by Amy’s answer. You have to say what you think before you read her answer,” Drew yells. I have my way, Drew has his, and this is what he does: He reads the question, commenting through the whole article. It’s like listening to Howard Stern on the radio when he says, “And let’s hear what so-and-so has to say about . . .” He plays the piece and continues to talk through the entire recording. Drew listens to Howard every day. So let’s see, the other day it was The Donald and today it is Howard. Oh how my man-honey is influenced by the media. So this morning we argued over Amy —  over the proper reading of Amy.

No tasks today or maybe it was shoveling out the driveway and uncovering all 4 cars.

I was gchatting with Janet last night and I mentioned my blog. I sent her the link, she started reading and responded by saying her life was so boring she wouldn’t have anything to write about. Ah, life in Burma, traveling all over the world, eh, what a bore!!!! I always picture her life as exciting and . . . well after her comment I’m feeling good. My life is exciting! Yesterday I folded laundry and today I have another load of clothes to wash . . . you go girl!!!!! (that’s me!)

Maybe green salad, simple sauteed bay scallops, and broccoli with garlic and parmesan cheese for dinner tonight.

xo

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Breakfast with Drew

It’s snowing again. I’m sipping my coffee, drinking my banana peanut butter milkshake, and reading Ask Amy. Drew is sitting across from me delicately eating his freshly-made-by-me-with-love cottage cheese and veggies sprinkled with just the right amount of sea salt and ground pepper, and he’s reading the paper. He looks up at me with loving eyes, a curd of cottage cheese hanging from the tip of his darling nose, he smiles and blurts out, “Somebody tried to give you their seat last night.”

I KNOW. I KNOW!” Did he really need to remind me of this. Totally unnecessary. We were coming home from the Decemberists concert at the Beacon. Subway was packed and I was getting squished. And when I get squished I make squishy faces. I heard this voice, look down, and realized that this woman was saying something to me. “Would you like a seat?” OMG, I was horrified. Me? Was she talking to me? Drew was giggling and I couldn’t get my arm free to hit him. I smiled and politely declined. . . all the while burning up inside. I spent so much money at the Clinique counter a few months ago. Two different face creams and an eye cream, not to mention the facial cleansers that I  use every day in the shower. Did the saleslady really mean it when she said to use it in the morning and evening? I thought it was a ploy to get me to use it up twice as fast. Damn that subway lighting! Damn Clinique! Damn that sagging skin!

I see how I have to give you tasks. You didn’t mention in your blog that I told you to do this years ago. Your task today is to go online and find us a place in Sedona. Call up some realtors,  find someone you feel comfortable with and yada, yada, yada.” Drew has seen too many episodes of The Apprentice. He said something like, “You better watch out, this could catch on. I can give you a task every day maybe even daily . . . ” Oops, sorry that is when I zoned out to my very special place —  like when I’m listening to the radio or listening to the lyrics of a song — and I realize I didn’t hear a thing — I forget to listen.

How long should this be? Should I write about my aches and pains. I’m feeling fine today but only a few days ago I woke in the middle of the night drenched in sweat and feeling queasy. My heart was beating fast. I sat in the bathroom feeling just awful and all the while thinking about what I had read online about heart attack symptoms and how they are different for men and women. No pain in the left arm, that could be a guy thing. Sweating, heart racing . . . I sat for a while. It passed and I went to bed. Maybe it was the overload of meat (chicken and ribs) I ate that weekend (after months of barely any) or the two shots of tequila I had during the Jets game on sunday. I felt I had to drink the tequila because the week before I had three shots and they won. I guess I blew it because I passed on the third shot the other day and they lost! Is it really all about me?

This morning Hannah sent me a text,  “You should put an about me on. ” I send one back, “About you?” At this point I am thinking she felt left out and I should be writing something about her. “About you,” she responds. Oh, ME. Well, I think that is harder than writing this blog. I’ve thought about me and I’m not sure what to write. How do I define myself. Certainly not by my employment. What career path have I chosen? Where did the time go? Who am I?

Let’s tackle the important things: today I will fold the laundry that’s been sitting in the dryer since yesterday and shovel snow. Oh, and dinner tonight is broccoli peanut soup, cajun style catfish with broccoli and brussel sprouts. More tomorrow.

xo

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Day One

I am drinking my coffee this morning and drew says, “Get a paper and pencil so you can write down your chore for today.” So I obediently do so . . . which was a surprise to my drew. And then he gives me a chore, “Go to WordPress.com, blah, blah, blah.”

So that’s how my day started. For years drew has been bugging me to start a blog. It’s not enough that every once in a while I actually put together the SommerTimes newsletter to tell all the world about our family. Now, after all these years, when all around me is quiet I thought I would make him happy and start this blog. What to write — I don’t know — and I’m not even sure I know what I am doing.

I’m not sure about blogging because when I write I like to let it sit a bit and  – – – well, sometimes it takes time before the right words come to me — like now, for instance. Hey, but if it keeps drew happy, I’m happy. Blog, cook, blog, cook . . . . happy, happy drew!

It’s 12:08 pm and I’ve signed on to skype hoping to talk to cheryl. Nothing yet. Think I will head out and get some other chores done.

I mean, I feel like I should write some more but then what will I say tomorrow? Do bloggers blog once a day? Or is it okay to blog as you live? Is it like Facebook? Too much constant useless information, or like Twitter . . . hmm, wonder what rachel has twatted lately? Something about her sty? or her new glasses?

Should I capitalize names? What if I misspell a word? Who will notice? Will anyone care?

Oh, the hell with it, let the world know about my aches and my pains, my soups and my salads, my drew and my girls . . . let’s see if I can even get this posted for now. Drew, are you out there? xo

OMG, now what. . .  am i suppose to pick a category? I see uncategorized checked off . . . don’t i want to be somewhere? Tomorrow I’ll deal with it. Already I am getting a headache trying to figure out how to set this up . . .


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