Whinging about bobbles.

Friday night looked something like this...


Because of this, we thought doing this the following night was a good idea...


We decided our Irish friends needed an introduction to a proper Thanksgiving. I mean, we seem to have turned ourselves into beacons for anyone holding a foreign passport and we feel compelled to show off our version of 'Americana'.

Between four of us, we created an entire Thanksgiving dinner within one day without much notice. That is, we woke up around noon after surviving the night before (see aforementioned photo about Friday night) and motivated ourselves out the door and to the grocery store. From scratch- or darn close to it- we came up with a full meal. It was an achievement and super fun all at the same time. For me, it was my Thanksgiving since I'm not headed home this year. As a sidenote, I should mention that pre-holiday time tends to be more exciting and worthwhile to me than any actual holiday. The boys tried sweet potatoes for the first time and didn't think they were anything terribly remarkable. Everyone had a good time. Especially when the box competition started. Basically, you lean over without bending your knees or using your hands and you pick up a box with your teeth. Since the boys had such a poor showing, we allowed them to bend one knee so they could get a bit closer to the ground. Even then, three of us (oh yeah, me included!) beat them without any help. Yay us? Yay yoga?


Ich hab die echte Gummibärchen! Haribo macht Kinder froh (und Erwachsene ebenso)!

I finally received the package from D. Lovely gal sent over real German gummi bears (die echte), Toffifee...and an Advent calender. So many little doors to open up, so much effort and self-restraint not to do so.


Favorite sentence of the day...A. to Y, 'When does the ass kicking commence?'

Venting and making fun of it. What more is there to say?

Started going to the gym again...muscles are being punished.

Yes. Finally. Back to the gym, which is a good thing because I tend to let myself off the hook as it is. Actually paying for a membership for a gym right around the corner on the way to the subway is my kick in the pants to actually use it. Now, I can get back to eating anything and everything without as much regard.

Got the Kölsch glass home in 1 piece instead of hundreds.

I think I was on my 7th or so drink of the night so, I have to admit that the Kölsch didn't go down as smoothly as any other previous experience with the beverage I'd had. Either way, I mentioned to J. I liked the glass, but didn't want it to end up in 100 or more pieces in my bag so he swiped it from my hand, and put it away in his pocket asking 'What glass?' Certainly. We headed over to Manitoba for another pint (Brooklyn Lager goes down easier than Kölsch...what has become of me?) and after explaining the plastic bottle of brandy in J's pocket, he remember the glass in the other pocket...it made it home, but just barely. The first thing I did when I got home was just drop my purse on the floor. Brilliant. The glass survived. Rejoice!

Just met Jamie Oliver. Brilliant! However I will still only collect his cookbooks for the pictures and not for the use of cooking.

Oh yes. Jamie Oliver. Love him. Love his books. Love his shows. I made my college roommate sick watching the Naked Chef series. If you've watched them you know the camera work was a little 'Blair Witch Project' esque. Jamie was just walking through the green market in Union Square with what seemed to be a publicist and another coworker, perhaps. So, I started digging around my bag with one hand while walking up to the publicist and asked if I could get a photo. I kind of feel like a moron now since I didn't really say much to him. What was I going to say, 'I love you, your shows and your books!' ? Um, no. Not cool. Well, the publicist took my camera and somehow turned it off so Jamie and I stood there like buddies staring at her. I figured what had happened and turned the camera back on. Anyway, shot taken. So, I was even uncooler and just said 'thanks'... Next time I run into Jamie, I'll tell him I love everything he does.

Two minutes in Bridgeport was more than enough and not recommended.

E., S. and I motivated and organized ourselves out to the CT yesterday. I was actually kind of amazed that we got ourselves out there. We rented a car at the airport and drove up there. No directional issues until we got to Bridgeport. For some reason, we couldn't seem to get ourselves out of that town. I stopped into a gas station to ask for directions and walked out smelling like a combination of gasoline, exhaust fumes, cigarettes and curry. Two minutes in a gas station, crazy. Anyway, we made it and that is what is important.




Watching history being made...I will no longer need to be 'from Canada' when I travel.

I was excited Tuesday night. I watched election coverage all evening and even when all of the networks and newspapers started announcing Obama as the winner, I still thought there was going to be some crazy event like recounting votes or some other rediculous stunt to delay the results. It wasn't until McCain gave his 'defeat' speech that I was really confident that Obama was indeed the president elect. The insane thing is that I don't think I'm all that crazy for thinking 'it can all be taken away' until it all seemed too confirmed to be taken away. So it is... I also feel pretty good about not having to explain 'my country' to foreign friends. I am saying this from experience from the last election.