quick post!

August 30, 2008

This will be a quick weekend post, as I still have to shower and head down to NJ for my friend Kellyn’s going-away party (she’s going to grad school in the U.K.!).

On Thursday morning, I realized I was a little sick of the standard cereal/yogurt breakfasts I’d been having for several days, so I treated myself to an egg-white and veggie omelette.  It came with two slices of whole wheat toast, only one of which I actually ate, and a cup of coffee.  I was also craving watermelon, so I bought a container of that.

I eat at this stupid desk way too often.

I eat at this stupid desk way too often.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And a close-up:

mmm... cheddar.

mmm... cheddar.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I came into the office on Thursday a whole *hour* early so I could meet my mom at Grand Central when her train came in at 4:40.  But I wish I didn’t, because…

Yes, that’s right.  There was a fire in my freaking building.  Around 4, our office facilities manager raced through the halls, muttering “Fire on the 8th floor!  Everyone evacuate!  Fire on the 8th floor!  Everyone evacuate!”  I was sort of really worried about her because she looked like she was going to pass out from anxiety. 

But it was strange because *all week* there had been people “testing the fire alarm system,” which basically meant that it went off a gazillion times.  Well, wouldn’t you know it, on Thursday there actually was a fire.  And who let us know?  Dolores.  I am glad our fire alarm system works so well.

Once out on the street, we gathered in groups and stared up at our building.  You could actually see some smoke; it was sort of cool.

"Can you see it?  Can you see it?  Can we leave now?"

"Can you see it? Can you see it? Can we go home now?"

 

Pump that sh*t

Pump that sh*t

At 4:20, my favorite art director declared that this was obviously a sign from God telling us it was time to call it a day.  Hey, I don’t argue with the big guy.

I met my mom at Grand Central and we decided to split an oatmeal raisin cookie from Oren’s Daily Roast.  Once plied with sugar and some sandwiches, we took off for the Open!

aren't we so cute?

aren't we so cute?

 

My mom is basically the coolest ever, and she had snuck in a tiny bottle of vodka and two cranberry juice boxes, so we got to mixing ourselves a drink 8-)  Unfortunately, the sandwiches were pretty bland.  Oh, well — not every meal can be perfection.

First on at Arthur Ashe was Serena Williams,

blurry pic, sorry!

blurry pic, sorry!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

who won in a 58-minute, 6-1, 6-1 match.  But next… NEXT…

put your hands together for...

put your hands together for...

 

RAFA RAFA RAFA!

Guys, I was so excited I nearly peed myself.  Of course, we were halfway to the nosebleed seats (and only because we snuck down; our tickets actually were for the nosebleeds), so I could see him best on the jumbotron.  But still…

blurry again, sorry!

 

 

It was pretty darn cool.  Needless, to say, he dominated (it was only a 2nd-round match)

All in all, an excellent beginning to labor day weekend.

Enjoy yours!

A solid day, I’d say

August 27, 2008

The rumors are true: morning workouts get easier the more often you do them. When the alarm went off at 5:45 this morning, I merely whined — mostly because I felt it was appropriate — before hauling myself out of bed. I fixed a bowl of oat bran with some strawberries and blueberries before heading downstairs to put in 30 minutes on the treadmill.

oat bran with fresh berries and unsweetened chai tea

oat bran with fresh berries and unsweetened chai tea

Close-up, because berries are just so pretty:

When I finally got to work at 9:10 this morning (it’s one of those weeks where I’m perpetually running ten minutes late!), I ate a small strawberry Activia light yogurt, a Luna Nutz Over Chocolate bar, and a small unsweetened black coffee. That held me until noon-ish when I ate lunch, which has been the same thing this entire week: an open-face garlic-herb turkey sandwich with a shmear or mustard, mayo, slices of sweet vidalia onion, tomato, and a perfectly ripe avocado:

tucked inside its little tupperware container!

tucked inside its little tupperware container!

Along with about a cup and a half of carrots, red bell pepper, and snow peas, and a pickle (the vaguely inappropriate-looking waxed paper wrapped thingy).

so colorful!

so colorful!

After I finished, I still had some time left to my lunch hour, so I ran an errand on 42nd Street. Now, this is a street severely lacking in anything but mass-market aesthetics, so I was shocked to come across an artist selling her paintings at Lexington Avenue. I:

  • a) am desperately trying to decorate my practically stark-naked apartment
  • b) love supporting local artists (there are plenty in this city), and
  • c) had $40 in my wallet.

Here is the pair of prints I bought, laid out on my bed:

Aren’t they pretty? I’m planning to hang them in my bathroom. I think I will see if my mom can get them framed for me — I bet it will be cheaper outside of the city.

Around 4, I snacked on an organic pink lady apple from New Zealand (!), a small handful of raw almonds, and a cup of sugar-free hot chocolate (sorry, no photo here!). I am usually able to keep the artificially-sweetened beverages to just one a day, and on really good days the drinks are all unsweetened, artificially or otherwise.

By 7 I was starving and met my dad for dinner at our favorite Thai restaurant. I knew he would buy me dinner, so I bought a bottle of wine for us to share – Monkey Bay Sauvignon Blanc. It’s a delicious white with just the right level of acidity for spicier cuisines.

We split an order of shrimp summer rolls for an appetizer:

It was served with a small bowl of chili-infused peanut sauce, which actually looks HUGE in this picture!

For my entree, I ordered Seared Tuna in a Honey Wasabi Glaze, which was served atop a bed of steamed bok choy and accompanied on the side by a pile of fresh pink ginger. The dish also came with a bowl of jasmine rice.

I ate about 2/3 of the tuna, all of the bok choy, and about 1/3 of the rice. As for the wine, I ponied up and downed 2.5 glasses. Hey, it was good!

Here is my dad with his Pad Gra-Prow:

I don’t think I’ll get to work out tomorrow morning because I have to go into the office an hour earlier than usual. But it’s for a good reason — I’m leaving an hour early at the end of the day so I can go to the U.S. Open with my mom! I probably won’t see my favorite hunk ‘o tennis love:

hubba hubba

But I still expect to have a great time. And if I do see Rafa, oh, you’ll know about it :-)

Goodnight, and have a great Thursday!

I was only supposed to buy grapes…

August 26, 2008

2 p.m. this Sunday afternoon found me hungry, and rightly so. Breakfast, although delicious (a toasted whole wheat bagel with hummus, a garden salad with balsamic vinaigrette, and of course, coffee with a splash of half+half), had been several hours ago. And I had been busy doing Sunday things (also known on my to-do list as “get a freakng grip on your life”) — laundry, washing a sink full of dirty dishes, standing in front of my mirror examining my eyebrows. So at 2 I surveyed my nearly-empty fridge and decided I wanted grapes, which I definitely did not have.

I abandoned folding the towels to head across the street to our brand-spankin’ new Food Cellar, which, complain as you might about the prices, the organic-ness, the absence of any product manufactured by Kraft, I love madly and passionately, and has made my life infinitely better in the mere week since it opened.

What was I saying? Oh yes. The grapes. Well, I walked in and was instead confronted with mountains of peaches — whites from California, small humble-looking ones grown locally in upstate New York, and pluots — Black Raspberry, Golden, even the incredible Dino Sour (have you tried these? They are awesome!). After weighing the options, I decided that I would rather have a sweet white peach than grapes after all.

OK, that’s it, right? Buy the peach and leave. My friends, I also bought a red bell pepper, a vidalia onion, an incredible organic beefsteak tomato, a half-pound of thinly sliced garlic-herb turkey breast, a pound of strawberries, a pint of blueberries, a container of cottage cheese, a couple of ginormous loose carrots, and a handful of fresh snow peas, just for good measure.

Whew!

I felt a little guilty for spending so much money on food, but then I made my lunch:

open-face garlic-herb turkey sandwich and white peach

open-face garlic-herb turkey sandwich and white peach

I know, I know — so much better than grapes, right?! I mean, look at this close-up:

This tomato reaffirmed my belief in tomatoes.

Plus, I’ll eat all that other stuff. Stay tuned :-)


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