Posts Tagged ‘fall’

progress

Monday, November 8th, 2010

One meal down.

I seriously have sugar love.

Eating a full and delicious meal like this still leaves me feeling unfed, because there’s no banana or apple or cereal or preferably, all three.

Finally, however, we’re moving into more fall like weather. Sure, it’s supposed to be almost 70 again today. But?

Crockett busted out the puffy green vest.

I love the puffy green vest.

Almost as much as I love bananas.

I can’t hack, but I can knit

Monday, November 8th, 2010

Me, being well behaved. More zucchini cakes with yogurt on top.

At what point do we have to stop calling this ‘unseasonably warm’ and just start calling it ‘freak of nature weather’? It was warm again. I ran (passing several hot air ballooners – who are these people? Are they working or playing?) and was all sweaty when I stopped by Crockett’s to say hi. Not that I sweat. Because, ick.

My raspberry bushes are really enjoying the FON weather. Not that they’re giving me raspberries – more that they’re healthy and happy.

I saw my sweetheart neighbor and her adorable little puppy Maggie. Maggie is insane in a way that makes Maida seem sane, which you know I appreciate. It’s nice when the misbehavior of others justifies your own. Or your dog’s. Whichever.

I got my run in just in time, because we had this horrible rainy windy ickiness immediately following.

Then? THEN? Ladies lunch.

My Ignite girlfriends arrived. Several months ago now, I spoke at an event called Ignite Boulder. Ignite is a brainf**k for the speakers. You propose a topic, and the proposals are voted on by the community. If you’re chosen, you prepare a 5 minute speech with twenty slides that advance automatically every 15 seconds. (My slides are here, if you’re interested. Word on the street was that before that night, no one had created a presentation with nothing but drawings. I’m a trendsetter, me.) Several amazing women also spoke that night, and I’ve become friends with three of them.

We ate like queens. We had a roasted vegetable soup and (SHOCKER) apple cheddar scones from me, salad with candied walnuts and dried cranberries and apple cider from Steph, pumpkin chocolate chip cookies from Danya, and apple crisp and mimosas from Mary.

How can you not love women who bring that kind of food and smile like this when you point your camera at them?

Maida wasted no time enthusiastically declaring her dominance over all of us.

Pumpkin cookies. Soft and spicy and full of the yum.

We took a break from the eating to partake in crafts. Danya is knitting a (quite intimidating) sweater. Mary is working on felt coffee cup holders for her as yet unopened Etsy shop – she’s making me a bracelet version that I can’t wait to start wearing every single day. Steph and I brushed up on our knitting skills – don’t we look like we know exactly what’s going on?

What? Crafts are hunger inducing.

(South Beach starts tomorrow. For reals this time.)

What crafts are you good at? Are they the same ones that you enjoy doing?

so drink your gin and tonic-ah

Wednesday, November 3rd, 2010

Yes, I am now listening to holiday music.

Yes, I do consider Adam Sandler’s Chanukah song to be holiday music, despite my lack of Jewishness. (This one time, when I had this boyfriend for like EVER, I did almost convert. Which obviously doesn’t count. Plus, we would have broken up anyway and then I would have been like Charlotte. If you don’t know what Charlotte I’m talking about, don’t fret – s’not even a little important.)

I had a big day planned. Big as in: do some homework, do some running, do some voting, rinse, and repeat (except for the last two. Which, if you think about it, is the lamest repeat ever.)

Maida thought that belly rubs sounded like more fun than studying.

While the dignified Cloey watched in disgust. I can just hear her thinking something about ‘prostituting yourself like a common cat’.

I was not swayed by the belly rubs though.

Lunch = falafel that I forgot I had, with hummus and lotsa greens and an apple. It was a sunny gorgeous day, so I temporarily postponed my voting plan to go run.

Sadly, I felt like crap. I seriously blame the blood they drew Monday – I still had vampire victim syndrome. I was supposed to run for 80 minutes, and I made it 30 before I just literally couldn’t go anymore.

Even the sidewalk was disappointed in me. “RUN, Emma, RUN.”

Still, gorgeous. Soon enough I’ll be sloshing through slush.

My voting location is right up the road from my house, so I just walked up there (a meager attempt to avoid passing out, which is what I would have done if I’d gone home from the run.) I stood in line with these lovely folks, and then they made me turn my phone off.

What is that about? What am I going to do, use it to give someone else the right answers?

Success.

And no phone related shenanigans. Mostly because I couldn’t think of any to get up to.

When I got home I tackled my kitchen, because … well, because it looked like this. I also started a pumpkin soup in the crockpot.

Mmmm, overexposed onions.

I didn’t take after pictures of the kitchen or the soup because… I don’t know why. Because I forgot, I guess. Sad.

I did, however, take a picture of the smoothie I made at like 8:30 when I realized my homework had sucked me in and I hadn’t eaten and then all of a sudden had to eat THAT VERY SECOND. You know what I’m talking about.

Then? Bedtime.

Oh, remember this dog? The dignified one?

She found herself a nice comfy spot to wait, and then as soon as I got in bed….

Blammo. All that dignity went right out the window. Silly girl.