|My hubby rarely gets excited, but... / Mamma Mia! the movie
||[Feb. 22nd, 2009|03:03 pm]
My hubby rarely gets excited, but a Canadian company in Toronto is calling him tomorrow (they say) to talk about a computing project. Needless to say, spouse is boning up on the specific topic and getting all intellectually excited. I don't know if anything will come of it, but they saw some of his work and were impressed, so they might want him for something special. I like it when he is jazzed about stuff, because he is pretty low key and it is good to see him get excited about something.
I got my hair cut and I like it. It's short with lots of layers. Hopefully, after I wash it, I can make it look as good as the stylist did. I bought some of her salon shampoo & conditioner and gave her a big tip, because times are hard and everyone needs a little economic stimulus, right?
The huge piles of dirty snow are melting and it is really superb outside, the air is cool and fresh (50-ish Fahrenheit) and the sun is shining.
I'm still editing a LONG poli-sci book, and I know I shouldn't take work home, but I need to get it done by Friday, including a monster bibliography, so I have had to work all weekend.
While I was editing, we watched Mamma Mia! with Meryl Streep and she sings! She sings well. Pierce Brosnan sings, too, and I can forgive the clunker notes because he's so damned pretty to look at, and of course, there is that UK British accent. Oh gosh, the Greek island scenery was terrific. Sometimes I can't believe I have never been to Greece or Italy, and here I am half a century old (plus one) and have never seen anywhere outside of my own borders but Canada (which I love) and Mexico. I liked the movie. It's quite an upper.
I hope by the time I can afford to travel that I will still be able to walk. In the meantime, I live vicariously through books and movies and sneak peeks of Youtube videos when I should be working. Like now, even though it is Sunday.
I have four generous chicken breasts in the oven, smothered in all kinds of herbs and with a liberal bath of lemon juice and a shot or two of olive oil. If the broth comes out good, I think I want to use it to make
rice or even orzo Kashi pilaf. A salad on the side, please. Simple pleasures are the best.