Just discovered that I posted this to the wrong blog last week:
Three things I'm loving this week:
1. Prince Harry. Oh...swoon...what red-blooded, heterosexual woman is not loving Diana's baby today (only it is kind of weird...it's like thinking your friend's teenage son is hot). Our little red-headed rabble-rousing bad boy had grown into a man with a moral conscious and strength of character that makes women weak in the knees. He's far too precious to be on the front lines and, yet, he insists on going. I'm sure his mum would be quite proud (worried to death, but proud).
2. Brussel sprouts. Where have these yummy little veggies been all of my life? My MIL made them for Christmas dinner and my BIL talked them up so much ("you have to try them with some apple cider vinegar on them!") that we all tried them and then fought over the rest of the bowl. At the time, I thought maybe I'd just had too much to drink (and, let's face it...everything tastes great when you're drunk), but...alas...I've eaten them stone cold sober a few times now and I love them.
3. Lipstick Jungle. I didn't have high hopes for this show or the other one that's just like it on ABC (which is not nearly as good). And, of course, both shows are criticized for being rip-offs of HBO's Sex in the City, but...whatever. All I know is that it's not another murder-death-crime-csi-law show in which another woman and/or child is brutally abused/raped/stalked/tortured/murdered and then dissected in the morgue right before our very eyes.
I've always like Kim Raver who plays "Nico" and I have had serious respect for Brooke Shield's ("Wendy") since the whole postpartum depression admission (and how she graciously handled Tom Cruise and his dumb-ass comments about something he cannot possibly ever understand).
And, it doesn't hurt that '80s heartthrob, Andrew McCarthy, plays the millionaire boyfriend of Victory Ford.
Things I'm not loving this week:
1. A longer February. Much as I love the extra "Leap" day, I'd much rather it came in, say, June or July. Why extend the crappiest month on the calendar?
2. Shrinking shirts. I am now the owner of at least five button-down shirts and/or lightweight sweaters that are too short to stay tucked in, but too long to sit right at the waist. I end up spending half the day tugging or tucking. Might be time to spend some time shopping.
3. Man-answers. This is an actual conversation b/w my husband and I:
Me: "So, how long are you guys working (on our master bedroom project) tomorrow?"
Him: "Until we're done."
Me: "Which would be....when?"
Him: "I don't know. I want to get all the drywall ripped off."
Me: "Which will take you about how long?"
Him: "Depends."
Me: "OK, tell me this much: Do I need to get you guys lunch and dinner or just lunch?"
Him: "Probably just lunch. Yeah, that should be good....I think."
Me: "You make me crazy."
Comments (1)
Heather Jo,
Grandma Bruce always had brussel sprouts but
when you were younger they probably didn't
appeal to you because of the smell but I'm happy you are fond of them now.
Posted by Aunt Cathy | March 4, 2008 9:39 AM
Posted on March 4, 2008 09:39