I don’t know about you, but my favorite Mondays are holidays. Hooray! The office is closed and I’m staying home today with my kids, D and S. Truth be told, I’m still in bed (slacker). I lurrrve federal holidays!
And, once again, this is another Weekend Update that doesn’t include any running. I went to a chiropractic appointment on Friday evening and asked my chiropractor when she thought I’ll be able to return to running. Her answer? At least 2 weeks. Well, okay. The longest breaks I’ve taken up to now have been about 2 weeks, and I must not have healed fully during those because the cycle of injury continued. I can live with 2 weeks or a little longer if it means I won’t get hurt again.
But my chiropractor also says no cardio for now unless it’s just walking. Umm…Boring. And not good news for someone who likes to eat. A lot.
Case in point: This weekend, my husband, son, and I went to dim sum and managed to order and eat enough food for a much larger family.
Did I mention I also ate movie popcorn not once but twice this weekend? (Confession: I can’t go to the movies without buying popcorn and asking for extra butter.)
So, speaking of movie popcorn, I (along with one-third of peri-menopausal American women) saw “
Filthy Fifty Shades of Grey” on Friday night!
I estimate that at least half of the women in the theater either met or exceeded the Washington legal limit for driving under the influence. I honestly don’t blame anyone for that, though, because watching the movie calls for it. I think E.L. James had to have been drunk at points during the writing of the novel based on some of the lines.
A sampling of lines from the book/movie:
“If you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.”
“I don’t make love. I f______. Hard.”
Well, hello! I knew what I was in for when I went to the movie because I read the first book (under purely ironic auspices, of course), but hearing the dialogue in spoken form was pretty jarring. I’m used to seeing movies like “The Imitation Game,” so lines like the above took some getting used to. Even the non-sexy lines were silly. Let’s just say I’m glad that there wasn’t a voice over of Anastasia’s thoughts and repeated mention of her “inner goddess.”
How was the movie? Considering the source material, not bad. It had several unintentional laugh-out-loud points (including the above 2 lines), the lead actors’ chemistry was better than I expected, and now I want to buy an Audi (did James get paid for all of that product-placement in the book, by the way?). I was not into Jamie Dornan, though, despite my fan-girling for him on “The Fall.” He’s too baby-faced for the Christian Grey role and he couldn’t suppress his Irish accent. And the ending was… disappointing.
On the “Showgirls” ratings system for campy movies, I give it 3.5 stars out of 5.
Valentine’s Day was this weekend, too, of course. I attended my friend E’s Galentine’s Day party for her daughters and their friends, which was predictably sweet and adorable.
I then had a Valentine’s dinner with my husband and son at the Spar, a local standby for burgers and fish and chips. Oh–and I also took pictures of this Valentine’s cake my daughter and mother-in-law made:
Did you just throw up in your mouth a little bit? Because I did. That was the grossest cake I’ve ever seen or eaten. And, yes, I did have to eat a little but just to see what a cake that looks like that would taste like. And, thank God, it did not taste like the medical waste it resembles.
Bless their hearts for baking that monstrosity, though, because it provided me source material for this post, which is running short on interesting content due to my lack of running. Thank you, fugly cake! (Note: This cake will not appear on my Pinterest feed.)
How was your weekend? Did you watch any movies? Have you ever had dim sum? Did you do anything fun for Galentine’s or Valentine’s Day? Have you ever had a baking disaster?