brown haired and boxing

if i may speak for both of us, L and I have had a lovely 3 day weekend. some highlights:

we dug, hacked, chiselled and sledge hammered a second space for L's car out of the 2 foot deep snow and ice packed drive way. there was a lot of fist pumping and high fiving involved.

i went for a run and did a triple axle sow cow flip into a snow bank. walked the rest of the way.

we braved the chestnut hill mall to get me a dress for my paternal grandmothers 85th birthday black tie dinner party this week. i hate shopping so we got it done quick and dirty. floor length matte grey-silver grecian type number. currently 5 inches too long since im wearing it with my silver flats, of couse, so im either hemming that baby myself which will probably be a bad idea or im going to beg borrow and plead with a tailor to do it while im at work tomorrow. or just drag it in the mud step on it and fall on my face. again.

we hung all the pictures and paintings in the house and it looks WONDERFUL. including the gummy bear photos in the entrance.

we went out and got brunch at zaftigs, the jewish dinner in coolidge corner that serves up some heaven on a plate. L actually pulled a muscle in her face tyring to fit her mouth around her roast beef sandwich. no joke.

we tromped through snow laden light twinkling boston commons at night after watching a mind bendingly beautiful performance in frost-nixon.

i dyed my hair quite dark brown. and love it. my mother will hate it. which makes me love it more.

we re-ice picked the drive way just for shits, giggles and a good work out this morning. decided were becoming like those suburban men who obsess over their lawn...

we stopped by our local hardware store to get silver spray paint so i could touch up my shoes and tried to get a sled because i noticed yesterday on my run that theres a killer hill behind the house and we are so doing it even if it means taking out some tots and moms along the way. unfortunately the hardware store didnt have a "sled" per se. i would have been fine with a garbage can lid, tupperware container, toilet seat cover or even garbage-bag-wrapped-box, but L vetoed those options. anyway the cute guy working there (not the gay rasta, we love him too, he works on weekends)said hell be getting sleds in soon. we both flirted furiously with him and are not so secretly taking him on as a competitive challenge. all i have to say is bring it, L. you underestimate the sex eyes.

and now im doing spreadsheets! which is less fun but if i can get ahead of/on the ball for the start of this work week maybe i wont arrive at friday feeling steam rolled...

oh speaking of work and steam rolling, ive signed up for a trial session at a local boxing gym place. (ive got to work on the lingo) its not kick boxing (tried that last year and kept donkey kicking the women behind me) its real boxing. its co-ed and they have occasional classes that actually would fit into my crazy schedule so im going next saturday to have a free session with one of the people and if i like it id consider joining. A) talk about a good way to get out work stress. B) i refuse to get on a tread mill and waste more of my life in an airless room staring at the same thing in monotony but have to move somehow because im going stir crazy and feel mushy and walking home 4 miles -though refreshing- has become a little insane, and C. i asked for a punching bag from my (horrified) parents at age 11, 12 and 13 but never got one so this really is one of those long deferred dreams that independent life and a salary can afford me. im pretty psyched. well see how i feel sunday morning. when i cant move.

love to you all,
D