and there it goes

i am referring to time when i write the title of my blog. every day i would tell myself, "you'll write tomorrow because there's no time today.... yadda yadda yadda." i lied. i never wrote! shame on me, for real.

today was my three year anniversary. i forgot. i whole heartedly forgot my own damn anniversary. we didn't do anything extraordinary or amazing. he bought me nachos and junior mints and we went and saw julie and julia. and i loved it. because i love to write and i love to cook and i love to eat.

i'm going to do something to effect of julie powell. i'm going to cook my way through someone's (not too sure who, yet) cookbook and blog about it. because i have opinions, tastebuds, and don't know how to hold my tongue.

bon appetit!

In her own marriage, Lucy had always felt like she was a prisoner of war. Often times she felt guilty about her constant feelings of entrapment since she figured most women must have, at some point, felt the same sort of imprisonment she did. A shrew in captivity is what her husband summed her up as. Her temper and often abrupt mood swings and tantrums were the real reason she felt as trapped as she did. Here she was, throwing herself out there for some sort of attention and all she got was a threat to have her eye blackened and a hasty trip to her shrink.



... it's not a lot so far, but it's coming along. i feel like lucy might actually be that one character that can most woman can relate to. at least, i'm hoping that's what she'll be.