STRETCHY PANTS, WHERE ARE MY STRETCHY PANTS?!

Posted on May 7, 2008 by Sarah

This blog could also be titled, “A Foodie’s Dream” or, “I Believe it’s called Fabulous,” or, “Six Courses Later…” Part of me feels like titling it, “Even my Fingers Feel Fat.”

Here’s some background…

A few (almost three!) months ago, my dear friend Jen had a son. We’ll call him the Raddest Baby Ever, otherwise known as Ben. A few weeks after his birth, Ben’s maternal grandma came to visit and because she’s allergic to cats, Chris and I took their kitty, Sophia, in for a few days. I, not really a cat lover, didn’t mind so much because, A) I was out of town for a portion of her stay, B) When I was around, she hid under the guest bed, and C) Chris loves him some cats, so I figured he’d like to get a little cat-time in before he gets married to me and thus never gets a cat again 😀

Because we watched fluffy Sophia for a few days, Jen’s fiance said that if we wanted, we could come in to the restaurant where he is the Head Sous Chef and he’d take care of us. He works at what is probably the nicest restaurant in San Diego, Mister A’s. Yes, where you can watch the planes land.

Tonight was the one night in three months that we were actually not busy and that Ben’s dad was actually working (other than a weekend night), so we took him up on his offer. It was, hands down, the best. Meal. Ever. As the night progressed, I tried to remember what we ate (for blogging reasons 😉 , but unfortunately, the meal runs together, and, as I am in a food coma, all I can remember are fragmented pieces of truffle mac and cheese, orange blue cheese, duck, arugula, scallops, KOBE BEEF, and A CHEESE PLATE. Jen must have told him how much we love cheese. Oh, we do. That we do.

So, now Chris and I are home, I’ve put on stretchy pants and asked Chris to bring me my contact lens case and glasses because I PHYSICALLY CANNOT MOVE, and now Chris in bed and says he’s not sure if he will be able to get up again this evening. I feel that pain. I myself might pass out in this mighty comfortable office chair.

Anyway, all this is to say a GIANT THANK YOU for the awesome meal! We will gladly watch Sophia (or Ben!!!) anytime!

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Just my [un]luck

Posted on April 28, 2008 by Sarah

Q: How many blow-dryers can Sarah break this week?

A: Two. And counting.

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Today was giant pile of poop

Posted on April 27, 2008 by Sarah

In between me returning from my business trip and Chris going on his, I got to spend a WHOPPING four hours with my dude. Lindberg Field got a lot of play from us today.

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One cool cat

Posted on April 20, 2008 by Sarah

Today is my fah-shah’s birthday. I think he’s 62. Wait, let me count…Yup. He’s 62. AND he looks exactly the same as when I met him almost 19 years ago. Except he had maybe nine-ish more hairs than he does now. But other than that…Exactly. The. Same. Now here’s the part of the blog where, in no specific order, nor with any rhyme or reason (because does anything I do go in order OR have rhyme and reason?), I pay tribute to the World’s Best Dad.
He’s a wealth of knowledge. My dad likes to tell me this story: When I was about seven or eight years old, I told him he was the smartest man in the world. He told me to remember that moment and what I’d just said, because ten years from then, I wasn’t going to think that. I must have blocked this out of my memory or something, because as far as I know, he was then and still is now, the smartest man in the world.
He’s got some great catchphrases that I have taken ownership of (hey, someone’s gotta pass them on to the younger generations!) When he’s frustrated, you might hear him say, “Shit, piss, and corruption!” If something has gone wrong, but he’s trying to keep positive about it, you might hear, “Well, it’s better than a sharp stick in the eye.” (This one is also sometimes slightly changed to, “Well, it’s better than a swift kick in the ass!”, which is my personal favorite.)

He was my first partner in crime, whether we were roofing, installing a satellite dish that required someone crawling up into the attic (“Don’t touch the insulation!”), or synchronized swimming in Maui (I don’t even like to talk about the jealousy we experienced from the other pool-goers.) As my mom puts it, “You and Dad have your own secret little world, don’t you?” Why yes, yes we do.
There are probably a hundred and eight-two thousand more things that are friggin awesome about my dad, but seeing as I’ve been writing this blog for…OH LET ME CHECK…Three days now, I figure this should suffice. At least until Father’s Day.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!

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Why is there a salad on my pizza?

Posted on April 19, 2008 by Sarah

Last night, being Friday Night Pizza Night/Work Sucks Weekend Woo-hoo!, Chris and I went to Wine Steals, a wine bar in our neighborhood. They make really yummy pizzas and, well, have a ton of wine, so we obviously dig the place. Plus, it’s about an eighth of a mile away from where we’ll be tying the knot in just over 161 days, so when we leave, I usually ask Chris to drive by the venue, so I can look at it and go, “Aww, it’s so pretty and OH MY GOD, WE’RE GETTING MARRIED.”

After changing seats three times (guess who wanted to do that), we finally settled in. There was a couple about our age sitting at a table across from us and while the chick was in the bathroom, their pizza was brought over. They had ordered the Pinot Noir pizza, which according to the menu has prosciutto, asiago cheese, and arugula. Chris noticed what pizza kind of they’d gotten and laughed, “Haha, look at that guy’s face, that’s exactly what I looked like when I accidentally ordered that pizza.” It’s a look that can only be described as WHAT IS THIS GREEN SALAD SHIT ON MY PIZZA. When his lady came back and started eating, Chris said he saw the chick say to the dude, “Oh, it’s good for you!” Chris said he couldn’t tell what the dude had said to her first, but that it was probably something along the lines of, “But I thought arugula was just another kind of cheese.” Ah, boys. So silly sometimes.

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Righteous Engagement Pictures. Dude.

Posted on April 8, 2008 by Sarah

This past Sunday, Chris and I had engagement pictures taken. I hadn’t had any professional pictures taken since my high school senior portraits and this experience was a little different…And way more fun! This one involved cocktails beforehand (umm, a necessity if you ask me) and well, duh, the obvious one…I got to make out with my guy in the middle of the street!

Although one of us didn’t enjoy the picture taking session quite as much as the other one of us did, I think our photographer did a great job of capturing little glimmers of enjoyment in the one person who wasn’t as thrilled to be getting his their picture taken.

Now enough of all that! Go ahead and mosey on over to Colleen Sherman’s Photography Blog and check out all our pictures already! Oh, and a SHOUT OUT is in order…AWESOME JOB, COLLEEN!

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Lost and found. Again.

Posted on April 7, 2008 by Sarah

On our way to take engagement pictures (woo-hoo!) yesterday evening, I opened Chris’s glove box, just ’cause I was curious that it might be in there, and wouldn’t you know? There was his camera that I had “lost” a few weekends before! We laughed hysterically. Why I didn’t check his glove box when I went out to look for the camera in the first place, I have no clue. Sometimes my methods just cannot be explained. At any rate, I can call my friend Vivien…and Juan from Lucy’s…and Random Yellow (or Green or Eritrean) Cab Driver and tell them to CALL OF THE SEARCH. THE CAMERA IS SAFE. AGAIN. Also, I’m never using that thing again, ever.

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Blog-worthy

Posted on April 6, 2008 by Sarah

Our house is one of clumsiness, klutziness, and lots of spills. Here’s a story for your amusement…

For Christmas, Chris and I went to our friends Chuck and Sophia’s house for a brunch/White Elephant gift exchange thing-y. In the White Elephant, I scored a set of four very nice wine glasses, which I was thrilled to get, as the only ones I’d ever had were the ones I’d stolen from my mom and dad when I moved out of their house almost four years ago.

I’m sad to say that those wine glasses are now kaput. Yes, all four of them. I can’t remember how the first one broke, but I do know that I was the breaker (I’m usually always the breaker, if you haven’t noticed.)

I remember the second one breaking. I was the breaker again (shocker!) and this incident turned my kitchen red all over. And in case your mind is going there, no, I was not drunk (yet.) I’d actually not had one sip of wine before I launched the full glass across the room. As I recall, that pissed me off more than breaking the glass. What a waste.

Glasses three and four broke last night, one by Chris and then the other by myself about an hour later. We broke both glasses in exactly the same way. We laughed in shock. Shocked at our bad luck, shocked that we broke them in exactly the same fashion on the same night in the same hour.

So now I need to go fix my Bed, Bath, & Beyond gift registry (shameless plug!) and change a few things. Most importantly, the quantities of glasses we need, but also the brand, as I obviously have bad luck with the kind we registered for.

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Wacky Wednesday

Posted on April 3, 2008 by Sarah

You know how VH1 has “Best Week Ever”? No? Well, I don’t watch it either, but I do know that it’s a show on Vh1 😉

This Wednesday might have been my very own “Worst Week Ever.” For serious. Since we had a dinner that evening, I didn’t go into work till 10:00 AM, but by 10:35 AM (25 minutes before our first of four meetings that day, oh by the way), I spilled my entire Tupperware full of soup down myself. I’m talking an “in my lap, in my crotch, down my leg” kinda spill. After near tears and 20 minutes in the bathroom, I was ready. Kinda-sorta. I found if I strategically placed my legal pad in front of myself, while dually ensuring that no one was walking behind me, I could mask the fact that I had spilled AT LEAST 10 ounces of soup on myself. After Meeting Number One, which consisted of me hoping everyone in our meeting couldn’t smell the stench of tortilla soup wafting off of me, and then my boss telling me it looked like I had puked on myself, and then making the 80 mile round-trip journey to go home and change, I arrived back at work with a fresh set of clothes on. And really, other than the remaining three meetings we had, in addition to having to work till 9:30 at night, the rest of the day wasn’t too terribly terrible. However, dumping soup all down myself most definitely qualified this Wednesday as “Worst Week Ever.”

The moral of the story? When you’re having a shitty day, just think that it couldn’t possibly be any worse than my very own Wacky Wednesday. I mean, unless someone died or you got fired or something. But if you’re just having a regulation shitty day, then mine was totally worse. Totally.

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Did you know he’s burried in Keene, CA?

Posted on March 31, 2008 by Sarah

So there’s not anything particularly new and exciting for me to post. I have today off for Cesar Chavez Day, and after sleeping in till 10:00 AM (jealous much?), I figured I might as well get up and be productive. If, of course, productive means watching the Food Channel. Just kidding, I am being productive; I’m doing laundry. And I intend to workout. Later.

This weekend was somewhat of a blur, although we did manage to jump on that productivity wagon. Friday night we got our fitness on, then played what must have been one hundred and twelve games of pool. We played really well against each other, but when it came to playing other people, we sucked! We’re not quite ready to hustle yet…

Saturday…What did we do Saturday? Oh yes, we took my sad computer into Best Buy, where it was basically pronounced DOA. {GIANT SAD FACE.} We looked at cameras while we were there, because, guess what?! I really did lose Chris’s camera! I’m a douchebag sometimes. Saturday night we ate out at a local EYE-talian restaurant and then headed to Lucy’s for more pool. Calvin and his friend met up with us and we beat them in pool. Twice. Oh, I forgot, we went to the mall on Saturday too! We got dress shirts and jeans and shoes galore!

Sunday was starting to look as though it might be a couch-it day, but wouldn’t you know? We rallied and managed to squeeze in a 7 mile bike ride and a mimosa at Lucy’s. “Weren’t you guys here last night?” the bartender asked. Yes, yes we were. We’re “those people.” After bike riding, I got a manicure and a pedicure, which was much needed, as my toes looked nasty. We cooked Calvin and his friend dinner and watched “The Godfather” and drank wine made by Francis Ford Coppola’s winery and reveled in all our apropos-ness.

And now I’m hungry and I have to finish laundry and I should take a shower. But I probably won’t.

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