I love the first daffodils of the season, although given all the snow on the ground this morning, I'm not so sure that Spring is any closer . . .
I once loaned a book to a special guy in my life and when it was returned to me, this was one of two notes stuck on a post-it on the inside cover. Who knew post-its could be so romantic? And one of my live-in boyfriends used to leave romantic notes on post-its stuck in cookbooks where he thought I'd stumble across them. Anytime I do, they still give me a huge smile. Don't underestimate the power of a well-placed post-it. Happy V-Day.
So "the big blizzard" wasn't quite as crazy as everyone made it out to be. I was at work for most of the day, and from my window the snow looked like it was going in every possible direction -- down, sideways, diagonally, up, and swirling around like a tornado at points. Later last night the city looked peaceful in its blanket of white. I love the snow, and the plows were out in full force (at least we know how to deal with snow here, as opposed to in DC, where I have friends going stir-crazy, trapped at home since Thursday) last night. What I don't like as much, however, are the huge moats of muck that now sit at many of the city's corners. I nearly sunk into one up to my mid-calf on the way home last night, and even my toasty snow boots are no match for a slushy muck puddle. Watch out for the muck today!
PS -- I stole this picture from my friend Rob. Thanks, Rob!
This one's a doozy, kids. Before I even managed to start eating dinner on Friday night, I was struck with some sort of stomach bug/food poisoning thing, which basically did me in for the next 24 hours or so. I won't go into the details -- it wasn't pretty, and I'll leave it at that. I had all kinds of plans for the weekend which I sadly canceled, but after sleeping for about 11 hours on Saturday night, I actually woke up hungry on Sunday. I made it through some tea and toast and graduated to chicken and rice soup later in the day.
The good news about being trapped in the apartment all weekend was that by Sunday, when I was feeling better and had gotten plenty of sleep, I was up bright and early and tackled three loads of laundry along with year-end paperwork, filing, and the beginnings of tax prep. I did manage to make it out of the apartment (for the first time since Friday night) for the Super Bowl, as @lushlifelindsey and @mysteryaction were kind enough to make a roast chicken among other dishes at their last-minute shindig. Some plain roast chicken and a baguette washed down with plenty of water were sheer heaven.
Finally, I made a photo calendar for the remainder of the year, featuring the picture above, plus other favorites from 2009, which you can see here.
Of course, we all know this is bullshit, especially in Brooklyn, where apparently every woman under the age of 30 is required to wear glasses with frames that I wore in the 80's. That said, I am still to this day somewhat self-conscious when I wear my glasses instead of my contacts. It's not that I don't like my glasses -- I do. I even like just having the option of wearing them if the mood strikes. But I think I am able to hide behind them in some way -- maybe I become a little quieter, more hesitant, bordering on shy (I know, I know, hard to imagine, but shy on the Laren spectrum, at least). At this time of year at work, when it's all about spreadsheets, crunching numbers and staring at the computer, wearing my glasses is a matter of survival -- if I don't, I end up with a vicious headache and irritated eyes. This usually means that I have to carry my contacts for trips to the gym as well. I've got an eye doc appointment next week and might even consider a second pair, for fashion's sake, and because hey -- I kinda like them!
PS -- This is my favorite pic of me in my old glasses; I've got different ones now, which I also like.
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