Lazy, Hazy, Crazy November Days

Yet another weekend gone too fast, which is a little depressing when you consider it technically lasted twice as long as the standard version. Le sigh.

Things I did:
1. Went to Long Island (per usual).
2. Got a haircut. With bangs. Photo TK. (That stands for “to kome,” for my non-journalistic readers. And no, it’s not that journalists can’t spell, it’s just that the misspelling makes it less likely that it will make its way into the final copy without someone noticing. Ok, SOME journalists can’t spell. I blame spell check.)
3. Played video games. (I dominated in Wii. I don’t remember what happened with the NHL game we played. Probably nothing important. Move along!)
4. Organized his closet. (This was probably more exciting for me.)
5. Took naps.

What I’m trying to say is, it was non-STOP thrills. But actually quite wonderful for a vacation.

Speaking of vacations, the fella is headed north for three weeks (boo) from mid-December to the first week of January, so I’ll actually be in the city those weekends, so let me know if you want to hang out! (That is, IF you can keep up with my raging lifestyle.)

Oh! And check out this slideshow I wrote on engagement ring trends. If you care about engagement rings. Or trends. Or anything I’m now forced to obsess over, courtesy of my career.

Settle in, folks.

Ok, as promised, I have a doozy of a blog for you, full of photos, links, and WaCkY stories.

First, the photos. AND a recipe! All for one low price of continuing to read!! Here’s what I had for dinner (twice) and lunch (also twice) last week:

Step #1: Boil packaged ravioli. Because I'm not this woman. (Though I desperately want to be.)

Step #2: Lightly saute chicken apple sausage and chopped spinach (frozen is fine)

Step #3: Compile cooked raviolis, spinach & sausage, marinara (again, jarred is fine), and mozzarella cheese.

Step #5: Mix and enjoy!

Makes about five servings. (Unless you don’t get home until around 8:45 p.m. and are so starving you can eat 2-3 servings in one sitting. Hypothetically.)

Second, the links! And I don’t know why I didn’t post this sooner either. (Yes, I do. It’s because I’m easily distracted. And lazy sometimes.)

But anyway, a while back my former editor (who has recently become a friend) Laryssa sent me (and a few others) an email asking a question:

What do you think: is a degree in journalism (or something similar) worth pursuing these days? How has your degree affected your job search/career goals?

I wrote her back what I’m sure was WAY more than she could ever need to know about my inner psyche (come on, my friends are almost ALL journalists. We talk about this A LOT.), and then she incorporated it into a presentation at American University. You can read all of the responses here. It’s interesting, to say the least. (At least, it will be to the aforementioned journalist friends.)

And finally, the WaCkInEsS! I accidentally washed my glasses in a load of laundry. They’re fine, I just feel like a moron. But they’ve never been cleaner!!!

I’m not going to even pretend to promise a post until after this weekend, so don’t count on it. But I’ll be back, don’t you worry your pretty little heads.

For better or for worse

Here are wedding-related things that make me uncomfortable (sorry if you’ve done any of them):

1. Grooms in white suits.
2. Brides who wear tiaras.
3. Brides who show too much cleavage.
4. Venues that are too big.
5. Taking only posed photographs.
6. Pepto Bismal-pink color palettes.

I’m sure there are more, but those have been nagging at me lately.

Train of thought

There are two things I love to see on the subway, or in public in general:

1. Couples flirting. I prefer the subdued, sweet kind of flirting, but even the overt kind can be entertaining. My favorite, though, is teenagers, where it becomes painfully obvious that one of them is madly in love with the other and the second person is seemingly unaware. I think I love it so much because the moves of flirting are always pretty much the same. There’s something quite timeless about it.

2. Good parents. Especially good dads. Parents who are patient with their toddler’s innane questions, who will read books, sing songs, and who carry an infant in a snuggly while clasping the hand of a three-year-old bent on laying down on the floor of the subway car. Namely, parents who are actually involved in their children’s lives, and visibly fulfilled by that.

It’s nice to know that there are still nice things out there, isn’t it?