That time I partied with Colin Firth.

Way back in November, I started a post about a big night I had. I never published it because I couldn't get out what I needed to say without sounding overly gushy, starstruck and lame. I still don't think I can do it. Here's a bulleted list of how the events unfolded. It's hard to be gushy in a bulleted list. 

• College roommate/good friend called me and said she had an extra ticket for the premier of a Colin Firth movie in New York. 
• I packed my bags and drove to Philadelphia, by myself.
• We drove to NYC and checked into a hotel.
• Taxi dropped us off at the Ziegfeld Theater for the premiere. 

• I accidentally walked in front of Colin Firth's limo, resulting in being yelled at by a paparazzi and a security guard.
• We got our seats in the theater (which were in the main area and NOT on the balcony, where the riff raff sat)
• Decided to run to the lobby for a quick pee break.
• Inadvertently ran into Colin Firth and his wife Livia in the lobby. Did I mention that our tickets came directly from Colin's wife? She is friends with my friend's uncle. 
• They stopped talking to the adoring fans and HAD A CONVERSATION with us. I babbled and fidgeted and I think I said "thank you" ten times. Particularly in cases where the phrase "thank you" had no place. 
• Colin introduced us to his friend, Helena Bonham Carter. HELENA BONHAM CARTER. 
• Shit was real.
• They asked us if we were going to the after party. We were invited to the after party.

• Watched movie. Standing ovation. Amazing.
• Caught a cab to Royalton Hotel lounge called 44 Lounge
• Tons of people were begging bouncers to let them into the party, but it was invite only. We were invited. 
• Beautiful people, beautiful food, abundant alcohol everywhere.
• The people we recognized (besides the stars of the movie) were Christine Baranski, Valentino, and Moby. Very random.
• Drank and people-watched for a couple hours.
• As Colin and his wife left the party, surrounded by a throng of people, they came over TO US and thanked us for coming and said goodbye. My friend talked to Livia about her uncle while I had an awkward conversation with Colin Firth, in which he touched my back. My friend got her picture taken with them but I froze up and didn't ask. Ah, well. 

     *   We went back to the hotel and freaked out.

• The end.
• I hope I managed to give you an unbiased account of the night. Sorry for some all-caps. I'd be really embarrassed if Colin read this, but I'm pretty sure he's not subscribing to my blog. Maybe he's lurking.
  
  
  Anyway, the reason that I chose this moment to finally come clean about the fact that I am in fact best friends with a Hollywood A-Lister  met Colin Firth and Helena Bonham Carter is because he just won the Golden Globe for best Actor! Oscars are next . . . 
  
  
  If you haven't seen the movie, go see it!

The Skinny Jeans Debate

Actual conversation between my husband and I as were trying to leave the house.

Frank: do you have your keys?

Me: No, I thought you were driving?

Frank: I am but you have to carry the keys because I can't fit them in my new skinny jeans.

They are NOT skinny jeans, they are just straight. But ill let him continue to believe he's a hipster. He drives me nuts.

Regarding the last post.

I had pizza for lunch. I had a dairy queen sundae for dinner. Ah well, what's done is done. Weekends really just KILL it every time. But I'm not going to give up because of one day of crappy eating. Back to the grind tomorrow.

FAIL.

Working on editing some photos for a post about our family sled-riding party. Get ready for the cuteness :)

This is why you're fat.

I just read a post on one of the blogs I follow and the post was entitled "Stop being fat." You can check it out here  . All I have to say is "hell yes".  She lost 50 pounds in one year just by not being dumb. She also didn't work out. Losing weight is one of the easiest things you can do. You're probably gasping right now, oh no she didn't. Let me explain myself. It's not EASY by any means, but it's obvious. A five year old could tell you how to lose weight. By the time we learn how to tie our shoes, we know that vegetables=healthy, cake=not. Seriously, you KNOW what you need to do. Eat things that are good for you. Don't eat things that are not. Stop eating when you're not hungry any more. The end.

I'm not saying that I've mastered this by any means. I have the willpower of . . . someone with no willpower. But if I gain five pounds, I know WHY.  It's most likely because I got drunk, ate an entire pizza, and then nursed my hangover the next day with McDonalds. Like five weeks in a row. (Okay, more like 8 years in a row) I'm doing my best to stop doing that. (So far so good.)

You don't need a magic pill, special prepackaged nutrition bars, protein powders, points, etc. You just need to be smart and eat what humans are supposed to eat.

With that said, here are some amazeballs pictures from thisiswhyyourefat.com

Most of this stuff looks horrific to me:



donut pizza with a side of PBR

A philly cheese steak wrapped inside a slice of pizza (Frank would be all over this one)

Burger, pANcake, and suSHI rolls: cheeseburger sushi deepfried in pancake batter, with burger meat, deli style american cheese, red onion, and chipotle mayo.























Grease Lightning: A layer of seasoned curly fries topped with chicken nuggets, chicken fried steak, fish sticks, pizza rolls, and a slice of corndog then smothered in melted mozzarella cheese topped with a mixture of chili, bacon, and sliced hot dogs topped with a sprinkling of cheddar.


Now we'll move on to the next category entitled "Sadly, this looks delicious" also known as "I'd hit it"

CChocolate covered bacon, sounds like something you should indulge in once in your life. 
In my defense, it says 25% less sugar.

Do you have any guilty pleasure gross food combinations?

Snow Day - Part 2

It snowed even more today, so I took that as an opportunity to practice with my camera. Same subject as usual.

Snow Day!

I can't help it, I still get excited about snow storms. I hate winter, I get seasonal depression, and the lack of sunlight can drive me crazy, but if I hear that they are predicting a snow storm, I check the radar every hour and get more excited about each inch that piles up.

They have been predicting a "storm" of 3"- 6", which is not a very big deal here in the northeast. For some reason though, news reporters always hype it up to be apocalyptic. Most people here will mock the weathermen and act like a few inches of snow is no big thing, but I have to admit that I'm one of "those people" who freak out about driving in an inch of snow. I get it from my momma. She won't leave the house if there are flurries predicted.

Anyway, we DID get our storm, and there's about four (additional) inches out there so far. It's supposed to snow on and off all night and day tomorrow as well. I put on my big girl pants and went out to shovel the driveway around 4:00 and my neighbors asked if I wanted to take a walk into the woods with them and their dog. (Sounds creepy huh? Don't worry, we're good friends with them ha.) They also volunteered to take another neighbor's dogs with them, who happen to be two 7 month old puppies. These "puppies" weigh around 200lb and 120lb each. YEAH. So it was the three of us, a beagle, a Labradoodle, and two Mastiff/St.Bernard/Rottweiler mixes. Insanity. We walked through the woods on a trail they like to take and let me tell you, these two are much more athletic than I am. We live on a mountain (okay . . . huge hill) and this path went straight up for about 100 yards. I. Almost. Died.

But it was great that I went because I ended up skipping the gym today due to work overload and icy conditions.  It was really beautiful in the woods and once you got to the top of the hill, the view was gorgeous. It had just started to get dark by the time we made it to the top, so everything was all snow covered and blue and glowy. And I didn't get a picture of it haha. Here are some terribly blurry cell phone pics of the pups, though.

Poor Wilbur can't run free like the big dogs. Because of their strong prey drive, it's almost impossible to train beagles to be off leash. 

The "puppies" wrestling. Have you ever been jumped by a 200 lb baby? I have. 

Wilbur was a trooper and held his own with the big dogs. Even if he was wearing a puffy coat with a faux fur collar. The didn't even make fun of him. 

Now I need a hot bath because my legs feel like icicles. Carry on. 

My Love

There are a lot of things in this life that I'm not sure I've done right.

I'm not always sure that I made the right career decision. I'm not sure what I want to be when I grow up. I'm smart, but I'm not the smartest. I can't run a race, I can't lose the last five pounds. I'm not sure that I have what it takes to be a good mother.

But when I'm feeling insecure about my decisions that I've made in my life, I know one thing absolutely for sure: I married the person that I am meant to be with.  Too often, I'm a cynical and pessimistic person, so when I say that I found my "soulmate", don't take it lightly, because I'm not the person who goes around using that word.

It's not the "finding my soulmate" thing that makes my mind spin sometimes. What really leaves me in disbelief at certain moments isn't the fact that I've found the best person for me, it's that I've found the best person, period. I have never come across another person that is as genuine, kind-hearted and full of love as my husband.

I'm not just seeing him through rose-colored glasses because I'm in love with him.  I'm not the only one.  People reflexively smile when he walks into a room.  Everyone wants to be on his team. Everyone wants to be his best friend. He wants to be everyone's best friend.

But somehow, inexplicably, I got to be his best friend, and that's an honor that means almost as much to me as being his wife.