Saturday, December 31, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
so we went.
But we missed the boat on the music.
Or something or other.
But it was nice and desserted.
There were some carolers that Pam thought were from The Night Circus.
But they were just carolers in black coats and red scarves.
We walked up the High Line and peered into luxurious apartments
that had amazing furniture and Christmas trees.
We met Lakshmi and then went to Bill's Burger for dinner.
Besides walking on the High Line,
the second most popular activity is kissing.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Jeannie was my Secret Santa. In addition to the giant eraser and calendar/pig/pen holder and the alligator staple remover, she also gave me a froggy bookmark. Such cute stuff from Pylones! She's such a good Secret Santa!
I gave Dorothy a water pitcher and glass from Crate & Barrel that she wanted. I thought the original water pitcher that she wanted was kind of heavy, but now I'm wondering if it'd have been better since it was slightly bigger and she'd have to take less trips to the pantry to fill it up. I don't know. Maybe it's good to have a reason to stretch your legs?
The kind of nerve-racking part about our department's Secret Santa is that we all have to guess who was our Secret Santa. Luckily, I got my guess on the first try! Woo-hoo!
I also brought us some Dunkin Donut Munchkins. I thought I was ordering fifteen, which seemed kind of small now that I think about it, but I got fifty! Turns out that there were three extra mouths to feed though: Dorothy's growing twins and Jenica's little growing one. The Munchkins were down to one layer by the time we came back to our desks, so getting the fifty was a good idea. Also, I had about ten, so I now know that more Munchkins are definitely better than fewer. Mmm . . . do they still make the cream-filled Munchkins though? I didn't get to eat one of those.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
The story goes . . .
that Jon was supposed to leave at 11:30 . . .
from his company's Christmas party (or Holiday party--
though we all know what holiday they actually mean).
But he was asked to give a speech.
The punch line was that hopefully the company did well next year,
but if not, then they'd all be fired.
Then he drank some more. . . .
And when he was done, he went to his office to get his bike.
To walk it up the Westside Highway because he was too inebriated to ride it.
But that didn't happen.
(Good thing too!
What a dumb idea.)
Instead, I had a fitful night worrying about him.
And when he came home, he passed out in the bathtub.
And I had a fitful night and morning worrying about him.
And then when he was sound asleep in bed,
I yelled at him.
He remembered nothing.
And then I went to work.
And then I came home to a bouquet of flowers.
This was all like last year. Kind of.
Anyway, all is good unless this happens again next year.
In the meantime, I had a fun time deconstructing the dying bouquet into these smaller vases,
so that they don't die as quickly.
The other lilies actually bloomed!
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Sometimes, chicken soup just won't cut the cold. Sometimes, juk does.
In a pot, add 1 cup rice plus 9 cups water w. salt and lots of grated ginger, half leaf of konbu, pork, dried mushroom, and matsutake soup broth. Cook till juk. Add oyster sauce! Mmm . . .
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Oh, I love that turtle dress! I love it, I love it, I love it! I'd wear it on my private island and just sing "Hey Na Na, Hey. Hey Na Na, Hey. Boo Boo." No idea what the lyrics are yet.
The madewell.com choose-your-own-adventure thing is awesome for two reasons:
1) I found Katie Herzig.
2) It's a fun way to look at clothes.