Monday, November 28, 2005


turkey
Jesse, my niece, was suffering from terrible congestion and couldn't breathe through her nose on thanksiving. not only did she have that to contend with, but Hugsband and I kept forgetting her name and simply referred to her as "new baby". she's 10 months old. "old baby" is 3-years old and only likes to play princess and bratz. yuck! she was so cool 6 months ago- I don't know how she turned lame so fast. I tried to get her interested in the tool belt I bought her last christmas, but she was not having it. Hugsband's sister better crank out another one. these 2 are losing their charms.

the worst thing about going home for the holidays isn't playing with my adorable nieces. it's the inadequate nourishment. I don't know how I did it, but I managed to stay in k3 for 3 days and not ingest a single milligram of any kind of vitamin. I had, like, a gazillion calories though.

Sunday, November 13, 2005



by Rachel and Hugsband standards, we had a highly unusual dinner tonight. I ate chicken and Hugsband drank wine. we had about 3oz of our respective items (and lots more of the other's respective items), and that's a major accomplishment for us. before tonight, in the last 15 years, I have had 2 bites of chicken. both were accidental. Hugsband drank wine on a flight once, and while dining at tru, he accepted a glass of sancerre with his foie gras. that's it. ever.

in recent weeks, I have been trying, with mixed results, to eat fish. while celebrating our 10th dating anniversary last week, I ordered crab dip in a restaurant. I ate it without problem for a couple of minutes before crunching into a bit of shell. ick! tonight's foray into chicken was a first, and it was moderately successful. I only spit out a couple of bites.

really, we should have our own sitcom. he can be the laid-back, messy guy who eats veal and other hideous things, and I can be that other guy (but a woman).

Saturday, November 05, 2005


possessed cocoa
Originally uploaded by loftindupuis.
I don't want to be alarmist, but I think the fancy marshmallow I put in my hot chocolate is a ghost. I know fancy marshmallows are very 2004, but supernatural marshmallows are tres '05.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

I am pretty sure I was the only high school kid in bradley, illinois whose dreams regularly contained both Truman Capote and Quentin Crisp. I saw and enjoyed Capote this past weekend, half afraid that my dreamy writer would be forever ruined. PSH's Truman wasn't quite as I had pictured him, but he was complex and interesting and kind of sad.

when we moved to connecticut, we decided not to get cable. we do not get a single channel, even the networks. this was wonderful in the summer. we rode our bikes, went for walks, read books, had conversations. now it really sucks to be tv-less. imagine my excitement, then, when I toured the local gym and found every treadmill equiped with a mini-tv. I spent tuesday night walk/running and totally engrossed in america's next top model. tonight, gasp!!, the o.c. is on. by christmas, I will be fit as a fiddle.

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