sometimes on the weekend cary and i might hit the grocery store and he’ll faithfully stand by while i agonize over package labels and ingredients. one particular saturday we were at our neighborhood supermarket and as i was pouting in the pasta aisle, lamenting the very sad fact that there was no orecchiette to be had, he reached for the ‘alphabets’ and said ”hey, i [...]
Entries Tagged as 'not food'
why i cohabitate
November 14th, 2007 · 6 Comments
FRET 5
October 5th, 2007 · 9 Comments
(lardo di colonnata from tuscany) i try to keep these FRET’s to a minimum but the truth is that if you knew how much of my life this fretting thing consumes you’d probably find me to be kinda screwed up and possibly wouldn’t like me anymore. assuming of course, you ever liked me at all. i’m one [...]
FRET 4
September 14th, 2007 · 9 Comments
i try not to fret. but i do and it’s a long list why – some of which is ridiculously unfounded, some i’m sure comes from deeply ingrained childhood stuff (got an hour?) and some is just a part of living on this earth and being human. and well, obviously not a very good buddhist. [...]
FRET 3
August 28th, 2007 · 4 Comments
for awhile there i was feeling as though inertia was the only thing keeping me moving at all… after a 24 day hiatus from the bike, i am back. and as much as i don’t particularly care for the early start time – when i’m finished, i am so damn glad that i did it [...]
FRET 2
August 14th, 2007 · 7 Comments
not much change on the weight front. still 10 lbs. over. and it’s summer. aren’t we supposed to be eating lighter, shouldn’t we be being more active, behaving more – well, summery? like those people who insist they can’t eat when it’s so hot. i hate those people. but today it was 100 again. and [...]
FRET 1
July 31st, 2007 · No Comments
it’s the last day of july and quite frankly it’s been an eating frenzy around here. between the new blog, two summer excursions, celebrating both our birthdays and a 9 day stretch with my guy’s kids – well, i’ve been bad – very bad. now i’m not making any excuses. it’s all me – and my lack of discipline. [...]