Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Planes, Trains & Delays

My plane has been delayed nearly three hours. But extending an olive branch as always, the universe has situated me directly between my gate, a fantastic wine bar and a store that sells Papyrus.

I have plenty of time and the people watching that is frequently squeezed into moments on benches or at coffee shops waiting for a friend, has become people engaging - I've met a group of guys who are going on a nine day golfing trip to Ireland (which apparently has the best golfing in the world) learned from a waiter what a caperberry is (a caper as we know it is only a bud, and a caperberry is a fruit of the same bush) heard from a store clerk about a 'customer' who stole one item from every shop in the terminal until he was caught, and so on.

I couldn't post a blog about time spent at the airport without a nod to one of my favorite films Love Actually - which begins with Hugh Grant telling the viewer that the arrivals gate can reaffirm our faith in humanity.

I however am not at the arrivals gate, I'm at the departure gate of an overdue flight, where no one has faith in anything and I'm just trying to have faith in my iPhone that this note will save and I’ll be able to transfer it to my blog.

I've already grabbed a latte ...and dinner at a wine bar... and a cookie… and now it’s time to break out the US Weekly and hope to grab this flight out at the newly scheduled time sans additional delays.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

How to Succeed in a Business Advice Contest

Tomorrow the Washington Post is launching a contest for someone to provide workplace advice. To say I am excited would be like saying the contestants on the Price is Right who heard Bob Barker say “a new car” were pleased.

I’m also rather anxious. I fear going up against innumerable entries. The contest is looking for the person with the liveliest advice, so I imagine everyone with a computer who has had a job or an opinion or watched The Office will log on.
One of the hardest parts right now is the teaser which essentially says come back on Wednesday for official rules and to enter. My mind is racing – log on at midnight, perhaps only the first hundred people can enter. Log on at 8 a.m., they won’t expect anyone to enter at midnight. Check it out on your lunch break and begin mulling it over. Wait to even open the page until you thought through sample situations and have ninety quiet minutes ahead  of you in case it’s like an A.P. exam where once you have the question you have to write on the spot…

So far only one person has commented on the contest. Perhaps that’s because it has not yet begun, but I do feel better than if there were 2,500 early-birds chomping at the bit.

All this to say, I’ll let you know when I grab a latte and enter the contest.

Monday, September 5, 2011

On Being In The Mood

I think I’ll go shopping today. And not just run in and out for one thing or get there and decide I’m not trying anything on. I’m the mood to really shop today – and while slip on shoes and undergarments that work with any outfit certainly make trying on clothes more feasible- my mall stamina on any given trip rests predominantly with my mood.

While some might always be in the mood for a little quality time at the local mall, I think one of the most precious elements of a day off with no prior commitments is that you can literally plan it in accordance with how you feel.

To some extent, we do this everyday. Am I in the mood to listen to country, rap or a morning talk show on the way to work? Am I in the mood for Jeopardy, E! News or my IPod while I cook dinner?

But there’s something about a day off, a day when you don’t drive to work in the morning that empowers you to make choices not only within the day’s structures but also about their existence – do I want to drive anywhere today? Do I want to turn on or tune into anything or do I want to read or sit outside or go for a run or lay in bed?

While the whims of certain moods may not be worth pursuing, I have found that exercising your ability to listen yourself is definitely a worthwhile pursuit.

For example, there are nutrition experts who recommend intuitive eating. They say if you really just eat what your body is in the mood for-unless you’ve already corrupted it with say a fast food or sugar addiction- your body will say to you, ‘I really need some protein’ or ‘I would love a glass of water’ or for me every morning when I wake up, after lunch and occasionally after dinner ‘hello, caffeine, my dear old friend.’

All this to say, I’m prepared to battle Labor Day crowds and parking lots today; but thankfully it’s early in the afternoon on a day off, so if when I get there I’m the mood to grab a latte, head home and shop online, I can.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Put Down the Book and Pick Up the September Issues

Do you remember the Sex and the City episode where Miranda is dating a modelizer? It is easier for me to recall a 1998 episode than one might initially surmise: both the Style and E! Networks are continuously airing the reruns – to the point that my husband the other night said to me “we’ve seen this one”. And seeing how rarely he remembers past episodes of a show he’s recently viewed, I knew it was time to hand him the remote when he proceeded to tell me where each of the ladies would end up at the end of episode.

One of my favorite elements of the series, which writers fazed out over time, was the interviews with the man or woman on the street. They are reminiscent of the scenes on the sofa throughout When Harry Met Sally – if instead of old married couples you were looking for disillusioned, sexually active young professionals.

Anyhow, there is a scene in the Modelizer episode, where a model says, “I read. I sit down and I’ll read a whole magazine from cover to cover.” With it being September, it seems only appropriate that I am particularly drawn to this statement. I love September issues: I love that half of the magazine is high fashion advertisements that go on for pages and pages. I love how heavy the magazines are in my hands, indicative of the extra glossy pages they contain this month.

Thankfully unlike Carrie’s Manolo Blahnik addiction, mine runs somewhere between $3.00 and $6.00 an issue. I am currently subscribed to US Weekly, Cosmopolitan and Glamour with a yearly rotating subscription slot (SELF in 2009, Real Simple and Brides in 2010, Shape in 2011 – I'm thinking Lucky for 2012).

This September, particularly with the advent of football season and more ‘me time’ I also have the latest InStyle, Lucky and was gifted Vogue and Elle. And on a plane or in a doctor’s office- a great time to mix it up- I’ll never shy away from a Redbook, Good Housekeeping or Southern Living.

So here’s to September, a month where instead of weaving magazines equally into my reading regimen, I put aside any books I’m reading, grab a latte and sit down to read the latest magazine cover to cover.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Julia & Julia & Sara Two Years Later

This past Sunday, between two Harry Potter movies and the MTV Video Music Awards, I watched Julie & Julia on Lifetime. As you may know, the movie is premised on the life of Julia Child and of an aspiring writer named Julie whose life is catapulted to awesomeness once she begins regularly blogging (if that doesn’t inspire a wayward blogger to get her act together and start posting, I don’t know what will).

I first saw Julie and Julia with my mother when it came out about two years ago. It was late summer and I was living with my now husband in Lewisburg. He was at football camp, which for those of you who neither married into it or watched Friday Night Lights, is an incredibly busy time during which your husband (if he can come home to see you) is off only between the hours of approximately 12:00 and 5:30 a.m.

So my mom made the trip up Route 15 to Lewisburg and took me out on an old-school mommy-daughter date and we saw Julie and Julia at the movie theater. Amy Adams plays a self-involved,unfulfilled blogger who grows to be mindful and happy through cooking her way through Julia Child’s cookbook. Meryl Streep’s Julia Child is effervescent to say the least and I remember waiting for her and Stanley Tucci to reappear on screen.

The film inspired me to recall my first Julia Child memory. As a small child, I had happened upon an episode of her show, which she opened by saying “Today, we are going to make pork butt!” So, in my best Julia Child accent, I started saying that line to anyone and everyone I met, and happily--as my mother found my Julia Child impression to be dead-on and hysterical--I got to say butt for about six months, which made me feel pretty bad-ass at somewhere around six years old.

So there I was last Sunday, looking up from an absolutely terrible delivery pizza from Papa Johns watching a quintessential chick-flick about delicious French cooking (yes, I was well aware of the irony). And, per my previous Jerry Maguire post, I’m grateful for the opportunity to watch a movie a second time around and have that moment when I say 'where was I the last time I saw this movie and what has changed?’. That's definitely worth thinking about over a latte.