The Non Book Club

When I moved to Charlotte about 3 years ago, I joined a book club through a women’s group. It was a group of about 10 women in all stages of life. We were mostly in our 20s & 30s, some of us worked, some of stayed home. Some were single, some married, some had kids. We met monthly and read books we all chose. Some discussions were riveting, some were boring and some didn’t take place. We talked about our lives, our vacations, our jobs, our stresses. Then, we fell apart. The last meeting took place at my house and from the moment the guests arrived I could feel it disintegrating. Only 2 women showed up. I hadn’t read the book. My dog decided to be super puppy and jump all over the guests. One of the women was sick and coughing all over the place. I knew this was it. As I said my goodbyes and waved everyone off , I retreated like a junkie into the dark of my living room and immediately started that chick-lit novel I had been hiding in the back of my bookshelf.

A few months passed and there were 4 of us who serendipitously ran into each other. One of us decided to send out an email to meet for dinner and the non-book club was started. The 4 of us met for dinner monthly. One of us got married and moved away and then we invited a few more to join us. We talked about our lives, our jobs, our families and books. Yes, we had all continued to read and talked about books, shared titles & reviews.

We recently met in November and I decided that I was going to propose we start the book club again. I socialized the idea with CityCrab. He said he didn’t realize that we had disbanded (in interest of confusion, I continued to call it my book club meeting.) And it was then that I decided we must give this another shot. I brought it up at dinner with all kinds of caveats….we could continue to meet at restaurants & we didn’t have to bring discussion questions & we could still talk about other stuff.

So, it was successful. We’re meeting in January as a non-book club to determine a book. And will meet thereafter as a book club. It feels like the perfect time to start something not so new.

Good Old Sick Day

Sometimes there’s nothing like a good old sick day. Monday morning I woke up around 5am in the kind of fog that reminded me of Brigadoon. I just knew there was no way I could get it together for work so I left a probably embarrassing message on my boss’s voicemail. I got back into bed and woke up at 9, which is sleeping late for me. Despite being in a fog, I quickly went about planning my day. There is something about being at home during the work week that presents an almost child-like glee. Regis & Kelly are definitely on the doc. Maybe Rachael Ray (I’ve been meaning to check that show out) and what about the 6 months of series I’ve been DVRing? There’s a slew of Food Network shows to watch (especially around the holidays!!!) and there’s always the bad 80s movie playing on some obscure HBO channel & a Lifetime tear jerker for good measure.

In the midst of all this sickness & plotting tv schedules, I realized I was hungry and whipped together a soup. Now, if I had any inkling that I would home Monday sick, I would have bought a chicken and made soup the real way. But sometimes you just have to work with what you have. Here’s my Sick Soup – it’s a little kitchen sink and only takes about 20 minutes to pull together.

Dump 2 cans of chicken broth into a pot on medium heat. Cut celery & carrots into a rough chop & half an onion into very thin rings. Add these into the soup and bring it up to a rolling boil. The idea here is to boil it long enough for the onions to become translucent. I added in 2 bay leaves (for that all day flavor) and 1 cup of orzo. You can add any macaroni or pasta you have in the pantry. Remember, it’s kitchen sink. Cook the orzo until it’s al dente. I also added a boneless breast I had hanging out in my fridge. I just chopped it and added it in the boiling stage. When the chicken was done, I added in another can of broth since the orzo absorbed most of the broth. And, voila it was done!

It was so good that CityCrab pleaded with me to stop cooking while I was home sick. We ate it all week long.

An Inconvenient Truth

As Netflix devotees, we often miss movies in theaters & watch them at home. Yes – there is something about a theater experience. But, we’ve got a pretty sweet setup at home (see previous post), so we just pop our own popcorn (sans fake butter) and kick back. An Inconvenient Truth arrived the other day and we finally got around to watching it. Very interesting movie.

I had heard that a lot of it is Al Gore lecturing in a traditional lecture environment. The theater he was in reminded me of my Psych 101 class in college. The kind of room that also doubles as a children’s theater stage in the summer. He had very fancy slides and was using some form of PowerPoint I’ve never seen. But all that aside, his information was provocative. The visuals he used were staggering especially when you consider the effect. Will Florida really be washed away (What will happen to South Beach?) Are polar bears really drowning? (weep, weep) CityCrab & I discussed it. CityCrab considers himself a science minded person, which he is. I pride myself on never having taken a science or math class in college (I was a communication major!) His take is that “science minded people always try to disprove hypotheses rather than prove them. If you can’t disprove it, then it becomes a theory. I thought a lot of what he said was true but had to question some of his projections, etc. I know it’s happening but at what rate, I don’t know. What I did agree with was his how we can do more to reduce our CO2 emissions. That’s the part that resonated the most.” The disproving hypothesis vs. theory stuff is new to me. I am undecided on my thoughts. However, I do think that there are some things I can do on a (very) local level. The next time I need lightbulbs I won’t squawk so much about the reduced energy ones being $10/bulb. And I am going to make a better effort to recycle. I gotta think that religiously recycling the Sunday Times alone can make a difference.

Wall Street Warriors

I love Wall Street Warriors (WSW). I wouldn’t label myself a reality show fan. In fact, I think some of them are rather formulaic. But WSW is a whole other issue. In general, I feel like TV recently is lacking in quality programs. Nothing really sucks me in. About 6 weeks ago we indulged in a complete home entertainment system: flat screen, audio system, sub-woofer, 8 remotes to run it all - the whole 9 yards. Truth be told, this is CityCrab’s gig. A few weeks ago, he suggests we “upgrade” our cable package. “For only $6.95 more a month we can get all these HD channels.” And, what’s the point of investing in all this equipment if we don’t use the HD aspect of it, right?” Right. So, we have ESPN HD, we have ESPN 2 HD & ESPN3 HD ( if such a thing exists.) But we also have all these HD channels from INHD. One of the programs in his offering is WSW. It follows several Wall Street types: a broker, a day trader, a bond seller, etc. It takes you through their ups and downs, beautifully showcases Manhattan and is all in HD! After seeing episode 6, I went directly into DVR and recorded the whole series. Now I just need a sick day to stay home and watch it.

The Art of Massage

On Saturday, CityCrab treated me to a day at the spa. We have a new day spa that opened here called Urbana. It is actually a Cty Spa & Tea Bar and some evenings that serve wine, natch. It is a very cool space and I think they have the whole spa thing down. Even though it is located in a strip mall you are transcended to a den of cool and calm the moment you walk in. The lobby/lounge area is a mix between a W Hotel gift shop and a cool lounge. The tea bar has extremely comfortable chairs even though I was initially wary climbing up into them. And, the tea is out of this world. I am new to tea and, as someone new to it, I am unaware of all that tea is. Here they let you taste & smell the tea. They brew it for you and give complimentary samples. I always go home with at least 4oz of exotic flavors.

As I was getting my heavenly massage, my mind wandered, as it often does. I started to ponder the mystery of massage. Here you are, naked, vulnerable with only a thin cotton sheet separating you from a stranger rubbing their hands all over your body. As these thoughts started to run through my head, my body began to tense a little and it was almost as though the masseuse could read my mind. She instructed me to relax. I decided to heed her advice and enjoy it and let my mind turn to mush. I decided to enjoy myself and not solve the mystery that day.

Gobble, Gobble

Last week was Thanksgving and my husband, who I’ll refer to as CityCrab, and I were feeling particularly thankful this year. We both have great jobs, a dog that we love (Reuben, the most awesomest bulldog in the world), over the summer we completed building our new home - things are going great for us. So, in all our graciousness we decided to host Thanksgiivng in our new home…for our families…30 people in all. This was no small undertaking. My philosophy in life is that you can do just about anything so long as you have great help. And, we did. At the suggestion of a friend we contacted the local culinary school and found 2 student chefs to help us plan & cook our meal and clean up. They were wonderful, everyone enjoyed themselves, we feasted on typical (and not so typical) Thanksgiving fare and, on Saturday, everyone went home…happy. What a wonderful way to kick off the start of a hectic holiday season.

Welcome Part Deux

I have been, admittedly, lax in writing. I recently read another blogger’s entry where he said that when he started his blog, his goal was to write an entry every day. And, he has done a pretty good job of keeping it up. He even admitted that when he’s on vacation, he writes in advance and schedules the entries to post while he is away. Ok, that is pretty damn impressive. I am not going to commit to that (heck, I haven’t even written in months) but I am making a commitment to you, my readers, to write at least 3x a week. Like the hopeful dieter on Jan 1, I’ll try my best.