Category Archives: getting married & staying cool

five thoughts this sunday.

You know the idea of interrupting the status quo? Our status quo has been majorly interrupted these past two months. Some of it has been so, so good – others, disappointing. It’s life, we’re adults, it’s going to be fine…but this sentiment really rings true.
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Substitute the pizza for pancakes, coffee, in Chris’ case, hotdogs from the Stamford Wienery.

IMG_9677We are ten and a half years in over here. And nothing makes me quite as happy as smooshing this gentleman’s face.

IMG_0003Because I just emerged from a series of event-based visits (college graduation! Columbia graduation! bridal showers! bachelorettes! wedding!), I can’t remember the last time I had a visitor with no agenda. We can do anything! And it was so, so lovely. I still can’t believe that she flew all the way across the country just to visit. It really warms my heart.

3 Favorite Things -Kaitlin - updatedAs a Christmas gift, Kait brought this “3 Favorite Things” print from a Chicago artist named Tyler Feder. I have this up in our kitchen, right by my beloved coffee. Last night I took Kait to our grocery store, stocked up on coffee, and put it in my pretty coffee canister and dreamed about my morning cup. It’s seriously the routine of an addict.

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On Friday, we went out for a big night on the town! We hit up Bar Taco, which is now the reason I moved to Stamford. We were able to tell our waiter what I was allergic to, then he brought us twelve amazing tacos, guacamole, slaw, black bean salad…It was unbelievable. So, so good. Get there if you can! Plus I responded to a survey and got three free tacos!

IMG_9996Hip hip hooray!!

I hope your weekend was equally as delicious.

They say it’s your birthday

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Yesterday was one of my favorite days of the year: Chris’ birthday.

It falls so close after Christmas that it would be easy to do some post-holiday copping out and just  go on our merry way.

But this year, Chris’ birthday was full of balloons! Streamers! FOUR separate birthday celebrations! Shepherd’s pie! Beating his wife in pool!

I really struggle when getting Chris gifts. I tend to want to get him the things I WANT him to have. Like a nice pair of shoes, a sweater, a coat. Not the kinds of gifts that make any man’s eyes bulge out and say: “you nailed it.” Well, once I got him an N64 and Goldeneye. That was a really good gift. Other than that, it’s been some leather satchels. In Chris’ words. (Editor’s note: he may have been speaking about women in general, going around gifting leather satchels instead of things guys may really want, but I did in fact give him a leather satchel once. So.)

As you can see, I think Chris did really well this year.

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Dear Future Self:

Please remember this time in your life when you had the nicest washer/dryer ever and played pool with your husband 4X a week. (We are completely dominating our building's pool table but pool sharks don't CARE about their neighbors' feelings). It is also the time where maybe you both fall asleep in front of the tv watching Modern Family most nights and celebrated your husband's birthday with seven trays of meat and potatoes because for the love of God, that is what the man wanted.

Happy birthday, Christopher James! I hope you finish all of the shepherd's pie by the end of this month but definitely believe that you have enough to last you to 28.

 

Weekend recap

Here are a few snapshots of our weekend (and a little of our hurricane, too). Being married has been delicious.

Reunited and it feels so…sleepy.

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We have a looooot of champagne over here. Come on over. We’ll pop some for you.

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Making Lauren’s pumpkin bread as muffins for breakfast! You can find the recipe here.

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A-mazing dinner with my new cousins at Frida.

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Nobody loves a fresh made bed like this guy.

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I’ve started Christmas shopping (look at me! I am so proud!) which really means I am on GapKids.com for my niece until 2 a.m.

Exactly WHAT are we going to do with this dress. The BOW. Are you kidding me?

Gap, thank you. You are really going above and beyond the call of duty here.

I am giggling at the idea of a six month old prancing about in this leopard print dress.

I wish they made these in adult sizes. Not really. But really.

Happy Monday!

25.

There’s something about this picture that makes me so very giggly. CJ and I took it on our way back from my birthday dinner on Monday night. It’s in the back of the cab, really late, a little blurry, we’re not looking the same way, but we’re really full and happy and 25 and getting married in 60 days.

I don’t know if it gets much better.

Dinner, A Love Story

I think I’ve told y’all before, but one of the best gifts I have ever received was a copy of Jenny Rosenstrach’s book, Dinner, A Love Story. More of an autobiography than a cookbook, Jenny chronicles her journey from fiance to newlywed, expectant mother to new mom, married with toddlers to married with tweens. The book is chock full of love letters to her husband, children, family– I can’t tell you how much this has reaffirmed my belief in the family meal and the family table. Jenny is a completely judgement free, tell-it-like-it-really-is kinda gal. She’s our people.

 

In the book, Jenny talks about being “Brilliant Jenny”: the moments where you feel your career, family, and marriage have aligned in such a way that gives you momentary brilliance that you can pocket with you and call upon when you have a tough day. I was so compelled by her writing, this book, and her experiences that I wrote to her. This was her response to my creepy stalker 4 a.m. “You have inspired me to be a better person” e-mail:

 

July 31, 2012

From: Jenny Rosenstrach

To: Me (for real, this was like being contacted by a CELEBRITY)

Danielle,

I think that is the first time I have ever been called the Bees Knees! Thank you so much — delighted that you like the book. You are the person I wrote this book for so it makes sense that you found it and it’s resonating! (Of course, I also wrote it for the new mom, new dad…frustrated mom, frustrated dad, grandparents, etc!) Good luck being brilliant Danielle!!! Keep telling yourself that and you will be!

Are you kidding me? We all need to convert to the church of Jenny. Starting today.

Here’s one of my favorite recipes from her blog to get you started. She featured this yesterday after people were basically banging down her door for the specifics. Chris and I made it last night (see picture below) and we can attest- it is BANANA SANDWICH. You have to make it. I would bathe in the sauce if I could.

Chicken with Soy Lime Sauce

olive oil
1 cup cornmeal
1 1/2 pounds chicken (breasts or thighs) pounded thin, salted and peppered
1 garlic clove, minced
3 to 4 scallions, chopped
1/2 cup chicken broth
1 tablespoon soy sauce
juice of one lime
cilantro, chopped for garnish

Heat oil in a large skillet on high heat. Get your chicken really cornmealed up. Throw them in the oil. It’s important for them to be super crispy and delicious, so keep on flippin them as much as you need to. When you finish a piece, throw those girls on a platter and cover with foil. Jenny says add more oil with each new batch, because she’s smart.

When you are finished with the chicken, throw on your garlic and scallions with some more oil. Brown those. Then add chicken broth, soy sauce, and lime juice. Let all of that reduce for about 30 seconds. Drizzle it over the pan and garnish with cilantro. Eat while watching the second season of Breaking Bad. Lick the plate while your fiance is not looking. Enjoy.

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I think we have a problem

New stationery just came.

I need to step away from the monogram.

Lies. As I told my mom, I’m ride or die.

oh no.

It’s no longer safe.

There has been a discovery.

Leontine Linens.

Maybe you didn’t know this about me, but I love a good monogram. And the monograms at Leontine…they are good. They are really good.

Hi friends. 

Or maybe you need this. For the gal with a pletheora of toiletries. Not that I know anyone who owns this many products. Certainly I do not. Just a mascara and chapstick kinda girl over here.

Oops! I forgot my antique brush.

 

Imma need that for all my jewels and gems. All two. That I wear on my hands and do not take off, so clearly I need a monogrammed jewelry case.

Oh, I wish it wasn’t this way. The heart wants what the heart wants. And I shant deny my obsession.

 

I know what you are thinking.

These are EXACTLY the kind of people who I would ASSUME have monogrammed bedding.

 

tip of the day

I learned this at work today.

“If you are having an affair with someone, you should probably get their cell phone number.”

 

watch this

I love this clip from the COO of Facebook- she is discussing her family/work balance. My favorite quote is:

“The best advice I give young women is…the most important work decision you will make in your life is who you make your life partner.”

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I think she is pretty awesome.

i am not marrying my best friend

Because my best friend is a girl. Not that I wouldn’t want to marry her. I think that whoever does marry her will be incredibly lucky and well fed.

But I reiterate. CJ is not my best friend. And I am not his.

For instance, regardless of how many times he tries to train me at Wii on the Mario Cart, I still lose. I remain an unformidable opponent.

And then there was the engagement party face incident. There was a terrible thing happening to my face. So terrible I cannot recount it on this here blog. But. Suffice it to say. It was as if my face was morphing into an alien like figure. It was not cute. It was not lady like. It was NOT bridal.

Did CJ mention it?
Did he say, “My darling beautiful bride to be, what the BAJESUS has happened to your face?”

Or did I, owner of several mirrors in my home and workplace, notice that the right side of my face was turning into something from a low-budget Star Trek movie?

No.

I did not. And my other friends and colleagues were to kind to mention it. CJ still denies that it ever happened.

It took my best friend getting off a plane from Buffalo to take one look at me and say: “You gotta get some new mascara and get to a dermatologist. ASAP.  STAT.”

Clearly I am really in touch with my body.

#1 case in point: CJ hates brunch. I can marry a man who hates my favorite meal of the day…because all of my ladies will happily meet me for a coffee and oatmeal. Any.Day.Of.The.Week.

The thing is- I don’t really care that CJ is not my best friend. He probably was at some point in time, and I don’t think I was as happy as I am now. And if I was ever his, I apologize. Because I am NOT  a good guy best friend. CJ’s best friend plans to watch Human Centipede 1 & 2 with him on Halloween. That is love. That is friendship.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again. (When I said it before I was 19, sitting in my best friend’s college bedroom, haphazardly applying green eyeliner and basking in the kind of wisdom you have as a sophomore in college)

Ain’t nobody gonna be everything for you.

(but really- would you want them to be? do you really want your guy to have an informed opinion about your new shampoo? that’s why I have my girls. CJ hasn’t noticed the incredible effects this weather has had on my hair AND THAT’S OKAY I’M NOT UPSET AT ALL.)