Imaginary
When I was 4 I had an imaginary friend named Kimberly. We played Fischer-Price Lil' People and Weeble Wobbles. My 4 year old niece, who is on the fast track to becoming J.Lo, has an imaginary husband named Jackie Smacks. Times have changed. They sure have.
I am writing to you from the comfort of my new layer of fat, courtesy of the 6 tamales I've had in the past 4 days, all that rice and oh, all those beans!!! Thanks to my lovely family who has banded together to make my wedding planning go as smooth as possible. The food and floweres are done. I haven't had one wedding anxiety dream yet. But when I do, I can wake up and say, dude, that's totally done.
Phew.
Monday, December 29, 2003
Friday, December 19, 2003
In the nick of quick
Our department holiday lunch starts today at 2pm. Yes, 2! Clearly not lunch time. I've already had to eat about 12 bbq chips, 20 wheat thins and two bites of cherry pie. I know exactly what the lunch will be and I'm not looking foward to it. Somehow, by fluke or flake, we've managed to eat at Rio City Cafe three times this month. Normally, this would be fine by me so long as we are furnished with ample ammounts of their special cheesy loaf. Unfortunately, we found on our first visit this month that the cheesy loaf was out of season and has been replaced with....flat bread with goat cheese, roasted garlic and tomatoes. Hold up. Tomatoes? I know for a fact that tomatoes are out of season. Wouldn't that dish be a better spring/summer appetizer? Cheesy loaf, by nature lends itself much better to fall and winter. Piping, hot cheesy loaf....mmm. So anyway, we aren't having it. Instead, we're having a fixed menu because there are so many of us. We've had a sneak peak of this menu when we ate there last week. I'll be having the slimy vegetarian sandwich. Again. I have no respect for restaurants who's lame attempt at a vegetarian menu item is the slimy vegetable sandwich.
It's a good thing I've filled up on snacks already.
Our department holiday lunch starts today at 2pm. Yes, 2! Clearly not lunch time. I've already had to eat about 12 bbq chips, 20 wheat thins and two bites of cherry pie. I know exactly what the lunch will be and I'm not looking foward to it. Somehow, by fluke or flake, we've managed to eat at Rio City Cafe three times this month. Normally, this would be fine by me so long as we are furnished with ample ammounts of their special cheesy loaf. Unfortunately, we found on our first visit this month that the cheesy loaf was out of season and has been replaced with....flat bread with goat cheese, roasted garlic and tomatoes. Hold up. Tomatoes? I know for a fact that tomatoes are out of season. Wouldn't that dish be a better spring/summer appetizer? Cheesy loaf, by nature lends itself much better to fall and winter. Piping, hot cheesy loaf....mmm. So anyway, we aren't having it. Instead, we're having a fixed menu because there are so many of us. We've had a sneak peak of this menu when we ate there last week. I'll be having the slimy vegetarian sandwich. Again. I have no respect for restaurants who's lame attempt at a vegetarian menu item is the slimy vegetable sandwich.
It's a good thing I've filled up on snacks already.
Monday, December 15, 2003
Saturday
I still can't get over it. I ran into my sister at an art gallery on Saturday. Not that my sister wouldn't be into an art gallery, but that my sister would be at the buyout/sellout art show and she actually knew a handful of the girls designing and working there. It was great. I'm so happy for my sister now that she's much healthier. Proud too.
I still can't get over it. I ran into my sister at an art gallery on Saturday. Not that my sister wouldn't be into an art gallery, but that my sister would be at the buyout/sellout art show and she actually knew a handful of the girls designing and working there. It was great. I'm so happy for my sister now that she's much healthier. Proud too.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Wedding anxiety dream #48
Last night I dreamed of another wedding disaster. There were forgotten invitations, terrible food and lots of tears.
I'm calling right now about the invitations so at least I don't have to worry about them anymore. I can wake up and say, "oh it was just a nightmare. The invitations are taken care of." Until then, they remain nightmare material.
Last night I dreamed of another wedding disaster. There were forgotten invitations, terrible food and lots of tears.
I'm calling right now about the invitations so at least I don't have to worry about them anymore. I can wake up and say, "oh it was just a nightmare. The invitations are taken care of." Until then, they remain nightmare material.
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