I’m sure a few ladies out there will “Tsk tsk” me over my thoughts on this one, but as I head out tonight with girlfriends for Mexican food and a showing of “Valentine’s Day,” I couldn’t help but share. You see, in every couple’s relationship, there are quirky rules. And one of them in the Werner household is the “No Chick Flick” Rule. For Nick, that is. Not me.
I love to tell people about a movie I adore but then I hate to watch it with them. ‘Cause for the next 120 minutes, I’m inside my head wondering what’s going on in THEIR head, monitoring their reaction the whole time, thinking things like: “Okay, WHY DIDN’T YOU LAUGH THERE? That was SO funny!” or “Uh oh… okay, he just frowned. That is not good. He must hate this movie. Abort, abort, ABORT!”
I discovered this mind-game with Nick early in our relationship. Specifically how it could dampen a viewing of my favorite chick flicks. Like when I asked him to watch “Love Actually” with me. He relented. Then, after 2 hours of me watching his response to every scene, said “Eh, it was OK.”And yawned. OKAY?! THE SWEETEST CHICK FLICK EVERY MADE WAS JUST OK?! AND YOU JUST YAWNED AFTER IT?!
I gave up on Operation Make Him Love This Movie shortly after. Which means it’s been years since I’ve asked my husband to watch a chick flick with me. AND I AM OKAY WITH THAT. Now there is a whole stack of movies in our house only I touch. And when I’ve finished watching “The Notebook” for the 112th time, I don’t have to hide sniffles from a guy who greets this kind of mushy stuff with a series of eye rolls.
“I’llbeokayI’mjustgonnaliedownforaminute.” That’s what I remember telling Nick last night before I flopped over on the couch last night around 7, letting the waves of a nasty flu bug envelope me.
It was that kind of sick where you can’t get up from the sofa, the TV is on the entire time, and you have long stretches of hallucinatory unconsciousness followed by brief moments of lucidity. Like, I remember attempting to down this God-awful Theraflu concoction while watching the men ski the giant slalom. About when Bode Miller couldn’t make it down the rest of the hill is when I decided I couldn’t chug the rest of that stuff without gagging and so I succumbed to sleep once more. What I remember of the 18+ hours that followed may or may not have involved having make-believe conversations with Matt Lauer, hearing Dr. Phil stage an intervention in my sleep and dreams in which I danced on a coffee table with Ellen.
It’s 4 o’clock now and I finally feel human again. Which means now that I can string coherent thoughts together once more, my brain automatically wants to start ticking through that to-do-list of mine. Then there’s my body, which is weak enough to remind me I just need to relax. Hold on to that pillow and blanket and all-night coverage of the Olympics just a bit longer. After all, being “me” is what helped land me here in the first place. Trying to do everything and nothing at once. So if I want to be 100 percent again before tomorrow, I gotta at least let myself be sick for the rest of the day.
Just so, you know, I can cross it off my to-do-list and all :)
At some point today the clock will turn and tell me it’s my birthday. That on this date, in 1982, I was born. And that I’m now officially 28 years old. (Which, seriously, How did that happen?).
If I could make one wish (because that’s what people tell you to do on your birthday), it’d involve celebrating a birthday like I was a kid again.
When you were a kid, a birthday was about anticipating the date a week in advance, mom making you your favorite cake (home-made German chocolate!), mentally preparing yourself to blow out all those candles (and being able to do it in your Strawberry Shortcake pajamas), hoping your parents got you that certain something you wanted (a scooter for your Skipper Barbie) or having every girl in your class over for a slumber party where you stayed up too late eating gummy worms.
When you’re an adult, a birthday is condensed to a few cards in the mail from your parents and siblings, seeing your name on an office birthday list, having people you haven’t seen in 10 years wish you “Happy Birthday” on Facebook, and/or pondering what it means to turn another year older, wondering if you’re where you thought you’d be when you turned the age you’ve just become. Not quite the reverence the day is given when it involves turning six years old, right?
This weekend I’m celebrating my birthday with a certain something I’ve been wanting (a pair of TOM shoes!) followed by an out-of-town slumber party with three amazingly awesome girlfriends.
Which leads me to believe if ever there was going to be a birthday where a wish like this would come true, well, today may just be the day.
Here it is crew, another take on what it is I’m loving as of late. And for all of you who’ve stumbled on to my blog in recent weeks, I know it’s been absent of client photos. I promise, I AM still a photographer. And my season will pick up again starting in March. For now, y’all have been kind enough to let me indulge in my passion for words. And stuff. Speaking of ….
1) This season of The Bachelor
Guilty confession: If I would let myself, I’d get horribly hooked on every craptastic reality show there is out there. When we had cable (notice the past tense), I got sucked in to the worst of the worst. For hours at a time. I’m talking GIRLS NEXT DOOR, PEOPLE! I’m sure if we had MTV, I’d be watching Jersey Shore.
Stuck now with the networks, there’s still one old reality habit I can’t kick and it’s watching the occasional season of The Bachelor. Why? I seriously have no idea. It’s trite, cliched and just plain awful television. And yet, when it’s on, I’m suddenly all, “Oh no she didn’t” and “Could these girls BE any more fake?!” So, for those who are fellow viewers, who do you think Jake’s going to pick? I was SO rooting he’d take Ali back (she was my fave), but after this week’s episode, for some strange reason, I’m now pulling for the person I h-a-t-e-d from the get-go: Vienna. Again, I’ll echo what I said before with a Why? I seriously have no idea. Maybe it’s ’cause she’s got that crazy eye. ;)
2) Pureology shampoo and conditioner
Folks, this stuff is not cheap; I’ll be the first to admit that. But I buy one bottle of each for an ENTIRE YEAR to get me by, so I figure if other girls can buy handbags and shoes, I can invest in the one type of shampoo and conditioner that makes my hair feel like I could just *maybe* pull off starring in a hair-care commercial. The kind where they frollick in fields and swing their tresses around like they don’t have a care in the world. ‘Cause we all want that kind of life, right?
For real, this stuff is liquid gold (especially if you color your hair). The fact I’m almost out of my yearly stash means I’ve been trying to milk every last drop out of those plastic tubes (which have been hanging upside down, toppling out of my shower caddy for 2 months now).
3) “Bright Star”
I watched this film earlier this month and it darn near took my breath away. If you’re a sucker for anything Jane Austen-ish (aka, all things romantical about bygone eras), it’ll probably grab you too. I’m not sure what I loved most about it. An incredible true love story portrayed by two awesome actors (Abbie Cornish was robbed of an Oscar nom, I’m tellin’ ya), shot in the most BEAUTIFUL locations, it made me think about romance in a time of true courtship and how much sentiment can be wrapped up in a few words on a page.
Unfortunately, I still can’t “get” poetry. Sigh.
I have Dane Sanders to thank for the introduction to this one. OmmWriter is a free app for your Mac (sorry PC folks) that lets you mentally get your ommmm on with soothing music. I like to listen to, you know, stuff with words most of the time while I’m editing ;), but when I’ve got a deadline I’m facing or something I have to concentrate on while writing, I turn this program on. It’s been a lifesaver at the office for cranking out policy documents! Great way to get your concentrate on if somewhere along the way, Twitter/Facebook/TV has caused you to lose it.
5) Diane Birch’s “Bible Belt”
This woman can sing. And sing. And SING SOME MORE. This is her first album and that fact alone blows my mind. She sings like someone who’s had her fair share of gigs behind old pianos crammed in smoky bars — so in other words, this is a gal with a voice beyond her years.
Give her a listen whydon’tcha? :) (and thanks to my former student Hillary for turning me on to this gal!)
Fave tracks: Valentino, Rise Up, Photograph, Mirror Mirror and Ariel
This year, for Valentine’s Day, there will be no cards. No roses. No jewelry. No fancy meal out. Instead there will be dreams of macaroons split on a summer afternoon in Paris. And cake. Specifically, this cake. And that, my friends, will be more than enough to satisfy us.
What do you want to know about me? Because I’m pretty much an open book. Speaking of books, my Bio section is where I reveal more about myself—from favorite reads, to my love of cooking, to why my mama calls me her “old soul”.
I've shared my method for compiling a grocery list with several friends now and have long meant to share it here, with all of you, as well. Here's what I can say about what, at first glance, appears to be a ridiculous, Type A approach: I have been grocery shopping using this method for three years now. Three years. Show me any Real Simple or Pinterest organizational system you've been using that long and I'll raise you a toast.
But maybe my favorite memory of this month is my favorite because it's the silliest. Your dad and I have been trying to find ways to make the dinner hour more fun for you. You haven't been loving your highchair lately, so we've been trying to distract you from this fact in any way we can. Enter music. We always have the radio on during dinner, but as of late, it's been Big Hair Band Sing-a-longs with you (your mom does a mean version of Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer") and your dad has decided that our family is in a band. Our name? Strainer Head. (Which is convenient since we have three strainers in the house so we all have one to wear as we sing and dance around the kitchen.)
A book that shares a powerful message about our out-of-control digital age, an album that is non-stop-listenable from start to finish (with a great cover no less!) and a Richard Curtis film about life, love and the wonderfulness of the everyday ... here's a peek at a few of the things I was loving this month.