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Even Better Than Last Year

Last year I found the perfect Valentine’s Day card for Drew (see February 15, 2011 post)

This year I received the best ever Valentine’s Day gift from my drew:

best gift ever!

Drew and I met the girls in the city and we did some happy hour drinking. First stop was Cafe Mogadar — 2 free appetizers with every drink. I ordered what should have been safe: beets with feta and onions and an order of olives. I ate an olive and felt a little itch. Can’t believe they sprinkled sesame seeds on the olives. (And yes, I did mention my allergies.) I’m pretty sure the olive I put in my mouth didn’t have any seeds on it. I broke out in a sweat, pushed the plate away, and managed to stay alive. Next stop: ten degrees bar where they served 2-for-1 drinks til 8. Nik’s Moscow Mule (Kettle One & Ginger Beer on the rocks … good one.)

Left the girls there to finish off the drinks and have dinner on us and off we went to City Winery to see Richard Thompson  — good food, good music — great place.

The chocolate roach came in the mail a few days later. I sent a picture to Rachel.

me: maybe I should save the roach for a family dessert.

Rachel: Ahhh wait a real choc covered one!? So they killed it!?

Can’t wait to visit my little Max at the Bronx Zoo! Wonder if I have to pay admission?

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Sittin’ On My Lawn in the Shade

. . . waiting for my drew to come home from Staples with bubble wrap. Yup, he is on a mission. A mission to clear the house of excess speakers. I’m not sure of the arrangements but he is going to be driving my car to Virginia with three pairs of speakers where he will meet someone who will exchange three pairs for one. Now he is at the point where he can’t figure out how to fit all these speakers in my car and he seems to think it’s my fault and I should be solving his problem.

Oh, the many chores of being The Good Wife. I made him an omelette this morning. He took a bite and something was crunchy. He spit it out. He said it felt like burnt paper. I couldn’t identify it. I felt it, sniffed it, but didn’t feel like tasting it — even though I am not afraid of drew’s germs. I’m okay with double dipping but I draw the line at double chewing.

Hmm, now I got me thinking — Did I ever chew someone else’s ABC gum? I can’t be sure. But I am sure that if I did chew someone else’s gum — it would be someone I knew.

Eh, enough . . . where was I? Ah, yes, Drew and his problem. Well, I think Drew hasn’t gotten over the fact that there was a bit of a crunch in his omelette this morning and now is taking it out on me in other ways. (Of course he’ll deny this but by time he reads this post it will be old news and all the world (well, my world) will have read it.

I spent hours today gardening. Weeding, moving some fairy roses, planting a white floribunda rose, a pretty hydrangea, and some herbs followed by the usual — one Aleve.  Doesn’t sound like much but it took me hours. I’m feeling good — is it the Aleve, or is it the gardening?

Beautiful day today but what’s with all the mosquitos?

A Busy Day

Drew’s back with bubble wrap, “I definitely could use your help . . . ” Hubby calling, must go . . . help . . . him.

OMG, what fond memories of baking 50 pounds of sand (a few pounds at a time) to put in the speakers — and now — now we have to empty 50 pounds of sand into a bucket in the middle of the living room. Those damn speakers better be worth all this bother and time and gas and tolls!!!!!

8:05 PM and we are done!!! Time for dinner and drinks! No, make that drinks, dinner and a bon bon.

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It’s the iPhone or No Phone

Soaking wet. No, I’m not at the Arctic Monkeys concert — no rain last night but sweat pouring down my face, burning my eyes, couldn’t see a thing — so crowded. hot, sticky. Luckily, Rachel had the same hot sweaty issues that I have so we walked out of the crowd and sat by a tree while Hannah and Drew made their way in and around the crowd.

Now, where was I? Ah, yes, sweat — breaking out in a sweat, stress sweat. Drew gave me the ultimatum this morning, “It’s the iPhone or no phone,” he roared in my face. Maybe it’s because, this morning, I didn’t make him eggs, and I didn’t chop up any veggies for his cottage cheese. He made his own breakfast — a milkshake. Maybe that’s why he was such a tyrant.

My AT&T contract is up for renewal on June 1oth. I mentioned to Drew that my phone is falling apart. It’s not reading my SIM card. The screen is messed up. I sometimes joke about getting an iPhone because I’m the only one in the family who can’t check emails at all times. I can’t check the weather report or just browse the web, for that matter. I’m beginning to feel left out. I could be writing my blog on the train, at the dinner table, or in the lady’s room at the theater.

I don’t know what to do. Hannah thinks I should get one. Steven Ezra doesn’t. Carol and Cheryl have iPhones. And that makes me want one. Whenever I’m with Hannah she shows me the apps she has downloaded. I love the weather app (warmer than yesterday.) She showed me something on her phone yesterday. Sorry to say I can’t remember what it was but I did say “When I get an iPhone I want that app!” So sad.

I could wait for the iPhone 5 to come out. I don’t know. I’ll have to think. How would my girls feel if I had the 5 and they had the 4. Would I be a cool mom?

Tomorrow I’ll be sure to make Drew some eggs and toast.

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Somebody Talk to Drew, Please!

This morning my honey and I had a conversation. It started with a question from me to Drew: “How does this whole Kindle, Nook thing work? Can you buy a book for the Kindle and read it on a Nook?

I have a Droid with Nook software. You can download. . . . .”  A half hour later, my head spinning, I lovingly interrupted Drew and said probably the only thing that would get him to pay attention and stop chatting: “Are you ready for breakfast? Do you want eggs?”

If the conversation were reversed and Drew asked me the Nook/Kindle question — which would never happen — I would respond in one of three ways: a.) yes, b.) no, c.) not sure. Simple and to the point. Maybe not enough information for some people but it would work for me.

So, anyway, the mention of food stopped him for the moment. I can’t hear much with the exhaust fan over the stove loudly sucking up any hint of smoke and smells. (Sometimes I turn the fan off just so the house can fill up with the aroma of home cooking — imagine baking an apple pie and having the whole neighborhood inhaling the scent while the house smells of  . . . nothing!) So I tended to the eggs and toast and Drew read the paper.

But when I sat back down with my morning milkshake, Drew continued, “You know about Apple’s subscription service . . ” Me says, “Books?”  He says, “No, music.”

I love him but he needs someone to talk WITH. You know, conversation — which implies two ways.

Weather report today:  No surprise — We are off to the city tonight for an outdoor concert at Summerstage in Central Park — Arctic Monkeys. Not only do I get to stand for the entire concert but there is a 50% chance that I will be standing in the pouring rain. Thunderstorms predicted!

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oh my gaga aaah

Okay Little Monsters — you know who you are — where have you all been hiding all these years and why have you decided to come out now?

I feel like I’m reading, watching, and listening to Lady Gaga 24/7. What has happened? Where did she come from? And why is she everywhere? As long as she stays out of my dreams I should be okay.

Every time Drew turns on the tv there is a gagathon on and, it seems, we keep seeing the same part over and over again. Too much chatting on her part — but the crowd goes wild.

This morning over breakfast I said to Drew, “Why didn’t we push our girls to jump around on stage? Ga is only 25 and look at her. She sings, she dances, she plays dress up. I think the girls would have loved that.” So, as usual, we, the parents, are to blame.

Where did she come up with the name Gaga? Babytalk, maybe? The meat dress, the mask-like makeup, and now what — starting to look so normal — so soon.

I hear she has 10 million twitter followers. That’s way more followers than I have. Wow! Maybe I need to dress differently.

Hey, wait a second, it’s Monday night. Ga will be at Union Square Best Buy tonight for an album signing. Better go put on my raincoat (yes, the ugly green one) and my walking shoes and head out to the LIRR. I can still make it.

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Lordy Lordy Wish I Just Turned Forty

I read somewhere that 60 was the new 90. So what does that make 60? The new 30? 40? I’m okay with 40. I remember 40. I didn’t have a belly hanging over my pants. I didn’t have all this extra stuff . . you know, the spare tire — with plenty of spare.

I remember the day I went to the gynecologist for a check up and I said to her, “I just feel so bloated. I keep walking into tables and doors. There is just too much of me.” “Hmmm,” said she, “Why don’t I send you for a sonogram to check it out?

So I went. But before I went I happened to see a weight loss ad in a magazine. And there in front of me was a before and after picture. And that’s when it hit me — all that stuff I have dripping all over my body — it’s a before picture! I have a belly because I am fat. I have all this extra stuff and my pants are too tight because I am expanding all around. Ahhh! I went for the sonogram and found out I had fibroids but, apparently, this has nothing to do with the shape of my ever expanding body.

I want to be skinny again. I feel like one of those sponges — the ones that are tiny and expand to full size when wet.

So we went to the Bell House last night. Very nice place. There’s a bar in the front and the concert is in the back room, the room with no seating. I thought we got there late but, no, the first band didn’t even come on. We sat in the bar and had a drink. I liked the way it felt — sitting — ahh, so comfortable, relaxing.

First band came on around 8:30. We went in and stood in front. Enjoyed the first band — full of energy, personable, and fun.– Jesse Malin and the St. Marks Social. Drew looked at me and said, “He (Jesse) looks like Rick Danko.”  I  was thinking the same thing. (Such a like-minded couple we are.) Anyway, band over, break time — we head over to the bar and sit for a bit. Ahhh, feels good. Needed that.

Alejandro Escovedo came on around 10:00 pm. We made our way to the front again. If I’m going to stand I at least want to see the band and not the back of some guy’s tall head. It’s always the tall ones that are up front! I felt good. By 11:11 PM I was exhausted. My legs were aching. My shoulder hurt. Every part of my body was aching except for, maybe, my face. By midnight I thought I would pass out but I didn’t. I made it to the end. I did survive and so did Drew. He even bought tickets to another concert in June.

Came home and took an Aleve. Fell asleep on the couch, could barely get up the stairs to the bedroom!

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its all i want, is to fall apart with you . . .

Drinking coffee, eating breakfast, listening to music, reading the paper with my drew on Saturday morning. Tonight we are going to see Alejandro Escovedo and the Sensitive Boys at the Bell House in Brooklyn. We’ve never been to the Bell House and the tickets are general admission. I don’t know if there is seating.

Every time we go to a concert and we have to stand I say to Drew, “That’s it. I’m not going to another concert unless there are seats.”  But sometimes you just don’t know.

A while back, Hannah and Drew were going to the Wellmont Theater to see the Decemberists. I was staying home because it was general admission. Then hours before they left I saw online that there were seats upstairs and I bought one ticket. I don’t mind sitting alone at the concert. We would have plenty of family time together while sitting in rush hour traffic driving to New Jersey. We walked into the theater and there were seats in the main area after all. (I snuck in and sat with my honeys.) 

So when Drew said, “What should we do? I know you don’t like to stand but I can’t figure out if there are seats or not,”  I responded by saying, “That’s okay, I don’t want to be too old to go to a concert. I’ll take an Aleve and wear my comfortable sneakers ,” (and Drew will take cotton for his ears) and we will make it work. There is always room on the floor. I can rest and then text Drew to come and  help me off the floor — slowly, carefully — in a way that doesn’t hurt his back. Or we can leave early.

And so Saturday morning, Drew played Alejandro Escovedo’s new album, Street Songs of Love. And the following lyrics caught my attention:

its all she wants/ is to fall apart with me/

all i want/ is to fall apart with you/

My thoughts exactly!!!!!

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