Friday, December 29, 2006
Nigella and Me and the New Year
I have a girl crush.
And I'm not afraid to admit it.
Several years ago I received my first Nigella Lawson cookbook, Nigella Bites, and once I saw that this good looking brunette had an entire chapter on party food entitled, "Trashy", well, she won me over.
Because I defy you to not love someone who starts a chapter with, "For those of you afraid to tackle fish, or are afraid of seafood altogether..."
Look out fish, I'm gonna tackle you!
But, this morning, as I was up early with Jones and his puppy need to relieve himself every 3 hours, I sat with a cup of coffee in my favorite Nancy Drew coffee cup (which was an apology present from Hugh for something I can't even remember but hello, I love Nancy Drew and have all sorts of early editions... like the 30s vintage ones that are so not politically correct and they have the ability to both horrify and crack me up... really, that's a talent.) and clicked on the DVR list of recorded shows to watch (again) Nigella's Christmas when I realized I was feeling rather "off".
Which is weird because Nigella and Nancy Drew and coffee are some of my favorite things and here they were, all combined together, practically with brown paper and string, and I was not feeling the love.
Maybe it is because this post could be brought to you by the zit on my chin. Or, the tumor on my chin, call it what you want... and really, ugh. Happy New Year! You look like shit!
Which got me started on New Year's Resolutions and the fact that I never really make any... and wondering what kind of Resolution person you are?
Are you the: I shall read all the works of the great romantic poets/I shall study yoga/I shall volunteer and mentor small unfortunate people type?
Are you the: I am joining a gym and losing (again) 20 pounds type who will then rush out and spend hundreds of dollars on a membership, go twice, and then decide to fuck it and eat pizza?
I am neither.
But, Internets, I look like hell.
And I am obviously past the age of slapping on lipgloss and calling it a makeover.
You all know I had Botox and I am happy with the results... my dermo wasn't needle happy and I can still move my face and, in 4 months or so, I will absolutely do it again...
And the scary trainer starts coming in a week.
I get worried that my idea of "normal" is a bit screwy here in Orange County... the land of the size 00, massive boobs and expensive hair extensions.
Ramble, ramble, ramble...
But I am sort of just vaguely dissatisfied with myself.
So tell me about your resolutions...
Because when even Nigella and Nancy can't help me, it's time for an intervention.