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To Do: March On

Oh, man. The past two weeks have been a bit hectic, so sorry for the radio silence. Last time I checked in, it was Valentine’s Week. Now, it’s March. Whoops! But, a lot happened in those two (three?) weeks. I can provide a little catch-up, then we can march on (tee hee) with the list.

Valentine’s Day itself was lovely. We are big believers in staying in and eating a great meal at home, and so we did. This year, that was even easier because we had committed to not eating out in February. So, I whipped up some rabbit porchetta, a fontina and roasted yellow pepper salad, and…something else (I can’t remember!), and we opened a bottle of our new favorite wine, a Virginia Norton. It was an excellent, romantic, delicious dinner. I mean, just check out that bunny!

Steve had President’s Day off; I did not. And then we both had a snow day on Tuesday. So it was a relatively nice, slow week, with plenty of time to laze about for at least that one Tuesday. I’ll take it.

Saturday, we–me, Steve, and Hala–hosted an engagement party for two of our friends, and it was lovely, especially given a freak snow storm that threatened our attendance numbers. Everyone showed! It was amazing. And we had so much fun. Unfortunately, I have no photos of the party or food, but suffice it to say, when a Texan-Mexican gal marries a gal from Wisconsin, there are lots of dips, chips, and pickle trays. It was glorious.

The next week was a bit of a blur. Our law school alma mater was in town, so we met up with them on Monday (for some alumni planning), Tuesday (for a cocktail reception), and Wednesday (to be admitted to the US Supreme Court Bar). My parents came into town on Tuesday, Hala’s also, and we enjoyed a quick visit together around the Supreme Court swearing-in.



My parents couldn’t come into the Court due to a limitation on space, but I’m pretty sure Steve was excited to be there! The justices were in fighting shape that day, and we heard two opinions issued, two arguments, and a lot of corny jokes from Justice Breyer. It was lovely.

Afterwards, we all–my parents included–headed to Béarnaise on the hill for a celebratory lunch and drinks. The chef was in the kitchen that day, which was a nice touch, and me and Steve even exchanged a few pleasantries with him on our way out. We’re such fame whores.

After that, naps were in order, then Steve and I spent some time with my parents at home before they had to head back north the next day. It was a great but short visit!

On Friday night, I received a text from an old friend who was in town for a few days, asking to meet up. So we did: brunch on Sunday, of course! Well, a wonderful 11am bottomless brunch turned into beers at 8pm in our other friend’s apartment, by which time we had already gone through our high school yearbook and made edits (“THAT IS AN INAPPROPRIATE USE OF AN EM DASH! Who are these idiots?!” and “Oh, he’s dead….yikes!” were each spoken more than once). We even recreated a famous (…sure) shot of the three of us from the yearbook:

That, I guess, brings us to this week. The calendar may say March, but I’m in HELL. I am so sick of winter, and cold, and rain, and warm clothes, and corduroy, and heat, and static hair, and…yeah. TL;DR? SPRING ALREADY, K?

Seriously? No more of this crap.

Seriously? No more of this crap.

If I have to make a soup or braise one more time, I might poison it just so I can’t do it again. I’m longing for springy farro salads and radishes and crisp citrusy cocktails, outside. I have even contemplated buying SALMON, people. And I hate fish. But it just seems so springy.

I initially went into this week vowing not to wear any all-black or all-gray (or mixed black-gray) outfits, opting instead for springy brights. That worked for like 2 days. Today I’m wearing gray corduroy trousers, a gray shell, and a black, white, and gray plaid (which should also be banned, btw) blanket sweater jacket. And boots. And I’m miserable. I might just put away all my reliable doldrummy clothes–including all my black tights!–and force myself to wear the bright stuff. Good luck…

I guess it will help to have a list going. Let’s check in with where I was, and let’s see where I need to go.

  • Renew our passports.  DONE! Received them yesterday in the mail, in a total time of 3.75 weeks. Amazing! I even bought Steve a passport cover to celebrate (he’s green, I’m blue-ish).
  • Commit to “No Eating Out February.” We did it! We knew we had some planned meals out during that last week (when my parents were here), but otherwise we didn’t do it once! No coffees, no lunches, no nada. Now, we need to deposit $375 each into our vacation account at the end of March, and we’ll have completed the challenge officially. Except…we might still do this, albeit on a limited scale. We’ve talked about maybe two shared big meals out per month (brunches, dinners), two lunches/happy hours each out per month, and two shared grub-hub orders per month.
  • Finish sending stuff to Twice and ThredUp. All of my responses are in! I made about $65 total from Twice (plus about $15 in bonuses I declined; to get that cash you’d have to take it as a store credit…no), and $95 from ThredUp. That was plenty to fund a spring Stella and Dot refresh! This necklace should help bring in Spring!
  • Assess under-bed storage. DONE! And my closet is beautifully tidy as a result!
  • Begin to map out our London/Paris/Normandy trip! Still working on this, but our likes/dislikes/goals are becoming clearer. We’ve talked about the trip to many friends, and we’ve gotten some great advice. Looking forward to it!
  • Find something productive for Sundays. Does spending all day drinking with high school friends count? Because if it does, then yes, I did this. If it means take awkward portraits of your dogs, then yes, again, I did this.image6

     I took the one on the top, and then
    a less flattering one, and realized I
    Agnes has done the same thing for
    the camera….see below.

  • Pack away my black clothes. Ok, that’s kind of literal, and sounds like it would be almost impossible, but I think that any black or dark gray seasonal pieces–sweaters, tights!, wooly things…heck, even my 4-season dress pants–have to go for my sanity’s sake. I own enough navy (my favorite, actually) to get by, and I need to get more wear out of the colorful stuff. I mean, come on: that mustard wool skirt ain’t gonna wear itself, amIright?
  • Hide my boots, highlight my shoes. Ok, the first part is going to be really hard (we have 5-8 inches of snow predicted for tomorrow), but I’m so sick of my feet being hidden and bound up in boots. So I’ll corral them and place them somewhere accessible, but out of sight. And my shoes–regular ole’ shoes!–should be at the fore again, so I grab those in the morning rather than my clunky heavy dark leather boots.
  • Fresh flowers, every day. By every day, of course, I mean “have some around every day,” not “buy new fresh flowers!” I’m not actually a millionaire, thanks, but I can afford a bouquet of whateverthehell at Whole Foods every week.
  • Just generally pretend it’s Spring. See above: “springy farro salads and radishes and crisp citrusy cocktails, outside.”

I’m sorry I’m such a winter-hating downer, but this has consumed me this week. And I don’t even live where it’s bad anymore! How the hell is my family doing this up in Boston, where the snow is higher than the hills and, at this point, dirtier than their beloved water?! I suspect beer hard alcohol has something to do with it.

Time Flies…When You Can’t Tell Time /ToDo

Anyone else find it a tad ironic that my last post was about the clocks changing and my less-than-stellar time telling abilities…and then I fall off the face of the earth? I do. I was put in my place when I navigated to my last post and saw how braggy I was about my time management skillz.


So, I’m back after two weeks off. The first week off, my parents were still in town and that was my priority, of course. Then last week, well, I plum forgot. So this week, I’m a day late and several dollars short (life story) but here I am. And I have things to do!

A recap, then some baby steps in the right direction.

  • Eat more vegetables. Ok, when my parents were in town, I forgot what a vegetable was. Then last weekend, I was treated to two fantastic pork-laden dinners at friends’ houses (three, actually, if I count reuben egg rolls and freezer pizza on Friday night…!), so I’m like “veggies….veggies…what are those?” This week, though, I’ve been good about eating mostly vegetarian. I have pork chops planned for dinner (except, being back on Weight Watchers after the aporkalypse, I’m eating half tonight and half for lunch tomorrow), and there is chicken planned for dinner Friday. But otherwise, heavy on the veg.
  • Find a 10 minute warm up workout to get me going in the morning. I did this for a week, then stopped, but will start it up again. Just something to get the blood moving again, and to sneak in a tiny tiny tiny workout.
  • Buy snacks for the week, and rely on them. Breakfast this week is half a whole grain naan, toasted, with labne and za’atar, and a side of raspberries. Snack is hummus/naan, and raspberries, but not together (ew).
  • Tailoring! My black wool wrap coat will be done getting chopped on Thursday, but I still haven’t touched my trench coats or Steve’s poor shirt.
  • No major grocery shopping until after the holiday. This sounds like a bad idea, I know, because food. But aside from a few little things, I have everything we’ll need to get us through until Wednesday lunch. We are driving to RI with the two dogs on Wednesday night because we’re idiots because we have seriously no choice, so that will be fun.
  • More water. A glass before my first coffee, and a glass either before or instead of my second coffee, then one with lunch, then one with snack/afternoon break, then when I get home, then dinner, then after. Aside from the two morning cups around my coffee, this is my usual. That’s seven, and it’s doable.
  • Start planning Christmas. I started, don’t hate. Holiday greeting cards are safely at home, awaiting addresses and stamps; extra garland has been ordered and awaits hanging in December; gifts have begun to be ordered and the list is done (I just need more money). Holiday open house plans are still up in the air because of scheduling, but we’ll do something!

Getting back on track is hard, with goals, and lists, and health, but it’s all doable with enough motivation. I should add “find motivation” to the list…


To Do: Fall Back (Right? Time is Confusing)

We set the clocks back an hour this weekend in a move that never ceases to confound me. I don’t get Daylight Savings Time–and not just in the “we’re not an agrarian society!” way–because I can’t exactly tell time. I’m a 28.5 year old professional with a terminal degree, and reading a clock is so damn confusing for me. When I took my bar exams, I had to buy a $6 analog watch, mark off 15 minute segments with a Sharpie, and then reset it at the end of every section…because I surely could not tell you what time it was and how much I had left while also graphing out a restrictive covenants question.

Despite this long-held deficiency, I am able to manage my time relatively well. I couldn’t tell you what time it is, but I can tell you exactly how long it should take me to do X,Y, and Z and when it needs to be done in relation to tasks 1, 2, and 3. I’m good.

So, was I able to do everything I set out to do last week?

  • Eat more vegetables. We ate a lot more veggies than the week before, but still not enough. I had a work event late into Tuesday, so it was ubiquitous Banquet Chicken and Cake for me, then on Thursday, I ordered out because it was late and Steve wasn’t home and I was busy cooking the dogs dinner so I couldn’t do my own (yes, you read that right). I ordered from a Greek place, though, so there were veggies to be had. Although, when I requested “extra vegetables” on my souvlaki dish, they literally cut an onion in half and seared it, then put that on top. Um, no. So, it’s staying on here, in the hopes that this week sees more veggies all around.
  • Pack a lunch at least 3 days this week. I did this, even if I failed to eat one of the lunches I brought because of a scheduling thing. That lunch–the leftover Greek–is today’s lunch.
  • Connect with my parents about their upcoming trip. We have a plan, people!
  • Sell one of our huge suitcases on our building’s listserv. Oh my lawd. I unpacked the front closet yesterday in an effort to take inventory of our luggage/bags, and to pick which of the two suitcases would go. I picked one, photographed it, and posted it to the listserv, but now I have to wait (but I’m still crossing this off!). But that’s not all: I uncovered a duffle bag hoarding situation in our closet, and I eradicated it swiftly. A new donation pile has been made, comprised of two backpacks, three duffle bags, several sweatshirts and random clothes, and a winter coat that I love but the zipper is hopelessly broken and honestly not worth repairing.
  • Plan my outfits for the week. This! This is my new favorite thing! All last week, I was able to get up, have my coffee and listen to the radio with the dogs, leisurely get ready, then simply pull the appointed outfit down from a hook and get dressed: no thinking, no mulling, no “I have nothing to wear!”-ing. As a result, I think I looked great last week 😉 This week, the same: last night, I took 5 minutes to pull together some outfits and hang them up. On Wednesday, when I’m out of outfits, I’ll pick for Thursday and Friday and be done!
  • Find a 10 minute warm up workout to get me going in the morning. I have no delusions that a 10 minute workout in my pj’s will turn me from the blob to a bombshell: I’m not an idiot, you see. But I do know that just getting myself moving ever so slightly in the morning makes me wake up, gets my mind going for the day, and it eases my creaky old person joints into the day more gently. A few crunches, push-ups, wall sits, and squats–no mountain climbers or burpees or whateverthefucks–will do. Seems to entertain Agnes, too, who takes it as an opportunity to hop on me and play jungle gym. She’s a terrible workout companion (face licking attacks during yoga poses, for example). Plus, I have all this serene, new-found time in the morning thanks to my outfit planning…plan.
  • Buy snacks for the week, and rely on them. This morning, I had approximately 9 minutes to kill before my bus to work. Just enough time to run into Whole Foods and scoop up some breakfast and snack foods for the week! I grabbed a small tub of Fage 2% (the 0% is just too bracing–the 2% tastes like sour cream), a big tray of raspberries, a tray of pre-cut celery, a pack of Persian cucumbers, a tub of lemon hummus, and a few scoops of bulk low fat strawberry raspberry granola. Most of these things are low or no points, so I should have little trouble getting back to my Weight Watchers-ing. I’ve been terrible about it, given our traveling and the weather and work, but I can be better!
  • Tailoring! I’m one of those people with enough clothing to have a pile of crap that needs to get dry cleaned, another pile that needs mending or tailoring, and a backlog of laundry. It’s probably not good. But, with my push to have less and have nicer stuff, I’m finding that I can’t go as long with these piles. And Steve’s falling into this, too: the shirt with the very very loose button that I promised I’d sew back on? In a ball in my closet, with the buttons from my trench coats (…3) that have fallen off (Dear trench coat makers: please dear god sew those buttons on better, you idiots). I can do this while watching TV after dinner, so I should. I sent two pairs of new corduroys to the tailor in the building for hemming, because I am not a giant (Dear Banana Republic or whoever: I am 5’7″ tall, I should not have to hack off several inches from your “regular” length pants.) but rather a normal height person. The one thing lingering over my head? My “bathrobe coat,” as Steve calls it. It’s an ankle length black wool/cashmere blend wrap coat and I love it, but it has to get chopped to knee length to work with my commute now. A visit, in person, to the tailor is in order…!

The parents arrive mid-day on Friday, so I’ll meet them after work for a drink then bring them home for dinner. The dogs are way too excited to see them…and vice versa, I’m sure.