Sweet Blog O'Mine

v. 2.0

  • Just in Time for V-Day

    Online Dating Helping Pathetic Women Get Their Hopes Crushed More Efficiently

     
    Once again, the genius of the Onion.

  • Sunday Dinners

    As I might have mentioned, I have been hosting small dinners on Sunday nights every so often.  I must say, tonight’s recipes turned out pretty well and they were very simple, so I’ll share:

    Roast Pork Loin with Garlic and Rosemary
    Roasted Sweet Potatoes with Mushrooms and Shallots

    I thought I might have leftover pork for a sandwich tomorrow but someone (cough, Ben, cough) seemed to like it quite a bit.  No leftovers to be found.  I was trying to keep it on the healthy side, so no cheese, and baked apples for dessert.  I’ll be posting other Sunday dinner recipes here and possibly on Gothamist in the not too distant future.  Speaking of healthy, I finally made it to the pool today — swam for a half-hour and it felt great.  More to come.

  • Proud to be an American


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    Well, sort of. I have voted AND served on jury duty this week so am feeling very citizen-like. Although this is not the courthouse I’m currently in. But cheers for the wifi!

  • When Pigs Fly

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    Oh, there are so many things I can talk about here, but I won’t . . . I’ll just leave you with the picture (since it has been a while since I’ve posted one).

  • I’m So Not a Football Fan

    But, I’ll admit, the last two minutes of that game were pretty damn good.  And don’t get me started on the Puppy Bowl . . .

  • Impasse?

    A little while back I was having a conversation with a male friend of mine.  We are both, to the best of my knowledge, single.  I was explaining how, at some point last year, I got so frustrated by my dating experiences that I decided to go on a self-imposed dating hiatus and just focus on other things — triathlon training, spending time with friends and family, work, etc.  I mentioned how I felt that I would really just like to be pursued for a change instead of just putting myself out there repeatedly.  Now, the feminist in me always cringes when I think this — I always believed that women should be able to make the first move, ask guys out, etc., but back in college, and for a while thereafter, I always had a boyfriend.  I never had to put this into practice.  In reality, or at least in present day NYC dating, this tactic is not a good one.  Guys here seem to like the chase.  Don’t get me wrong — they may go out with you if you ask, but I have found that in 99.9% of the successful relationships I know of here, the woman always sort of hung back and let the guy take charge, at least during the initial phases.  Anyhoo, when I explained how I wanted be pursued, my friend’s response took me aback a bit.  He said, "so do I."  "Well then," I asked, smiling, "is it possible that we’re all just sitting around, waiting to be pursued?"  "Sure."  So there you go — perhaps we’re at an impasse.  If so, who should take the first step?

  • Mush

    This is what my brain is turning into after crunching numbers for a decent chunk of the past few days at work.  Even more to come tomorrow. 

  • Yum

    I’ve had quite a tasty weekend.  I forgot how much I adore Frankie’s Sputino — Jenn D. and I had a delicious dinner there on Friday night.  And if you’re boroughphobic, you can go to the one on Clinton Street.  Today I brought popcorn sprinkled with Old Bay as a treat for me and David at the movies — if you haven’t tried it, I highly recommend it.  Finally, dinner tonight is a lamb stew with white beans from Marcella Hazan followed by some homemade mocha chip ice cream.  I haven’t yet tasted the finished stew, but the little tastes along the way have been very promising, and the ice cream is pretty damn outrageous, if I don’t say so myself.  The rest of the weekend was sort of lazy — I didn’t swim today as planned — but I did spent some quality time at the gym yesterday at least.  And tomorrow, it’s back to year end reporting.  Woo hoo!

  • Guess What?

    It’s only January and, after two jackass-free years, it looks like we may have one in the running for 2008.  I know some of you are out there clapping your hands with glee (I’m not naming names or anything, Tony), but you’re going to have to wait until December for the full story.  It’s not quite in the same range as the jackasses of 2005, but it’ll do.  I personally am hoping that I don’t see any more for the remainder of the year — this may end up being an uncontested race, which will be just fine with me.

  • What Goes Around Comes Around

    For anyone who knows a little about my employment history*, you can only imagine the perverse glee I felt when I read the following headline: Fifty-Five Lawyers Leave Anderson Kill for Reed Smith.  Including, I might add, one Mr. Lawrence Kill, a named partner.  Wonder how long they’ll last . . .

    *If you don’t know and you’re really curious, shoot me an email.