So last night I went to see the Diana exhibit with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law and it was great fun! Very informative. Well...less informative than entertaining. They had a room dedicated to her charity work, lots of childhood memorabilia, some gowns displayed and of course, the wedding dress. (Holy crapola, that thing is HUGE.) Towards the end they, of course, had a room where footage from her funeral was played. Goodbye England's Rose was playing and they had the original drafts of the public statement made by the Spencers, the original score for the song by Elton John. It was really kind of sobering and sad. When we left the museum a lady confronted all three of us with a SUPER long story about why she needed money and began with, "Can you ladies help me? Can you hear me? I talk quiet when I'm nervous." It was really weird.
On our way home we realized just how treacherous the roads were. A layer of thick ice (thank to the freezing rain rather than snow) was covering the roads. Oh my gosh. I've never seen such horrible driving conditions. It was literally like a skating rink. We couldn't get ANY traction. Dan's mom wasn't steering the car, she was just directing the slide. It was horrifying. Dan picked me up at the in-laws' house and his mom got stuck in the driveway. Literally. A giant sheet of ice. Me and Dan totally blew through a stop sign on the way home (nobody was coming) because we knew if we stopped we'd never get going. It was like this...notice how the person is on ICE SKATES.
So I finally heard from Nordic Track today and we're getting a replacement treadmill!!! Go figure, another obstacle on my quest to achieve patience - our model is out of stock so we have to wait for it to come in before they can ship it out. It should be a week or so, then 7-10 days to arrive to us. I'm going to try to use my cunning to negotiate a way for them to take away the old one, or the 500 pound paperweight, as we like to call it, that's currently sitting in our basement. (Seriously. I'm a strong person. There's not much I try to lift that I can't. This thing...cannot be moved by a husband and wife. Impossible.)
And there she blows...in all her glory. The Nordic Track C900.
In an effort to pry my away from reading things that center around vampires, wizards and hobbits, Dan checked this book out of the library for me.
I started reading it over lunch today and I can it's going to be a gem. I'm hoping it will inspire me to reach beyond the realm of chicken breasts and ground beef when it comes to cooking meat. (I'm so scared of tenderloin, pork shoulder, steak, etc.) Anyway, already, in the first chapter, I love the way Julia talks about her husband, Paul. They love each other so much. I can't wait to keep reading!
"I was lucky to marry Paul. He was a great inspiration, his enthusiasm about wine and food helped to shape my tastes, and his encouragement saw me through discouraging moments. I would never have had my career without Paul Child."
"In preparation for living with a new husband on a limited government income, I decided I'd better learn how to cook. Before our wedding, I took a bride-to-be's cooking course from two Englishwomen in Los Angeles, who taught me to make things like pancakes. But the first meal I ever cooked for Paul was a bit more ambitious: brains simmered in red wine! I'm not quite sure why I picked that particular dish, other than that it sounded exotic and would be a fun way to impress my new husband. I skimmed over the recipe, and figured it wouldn't be too hard to make. But the results, alas, were messy to look at and not very good to eat. In fact, the dinner was a disaster."
Love it!
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