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posted by Julie Powell at 9:53 AM
Great idea! I'm going to watch that next year. I'd much rather see dogs cavorting than grown men with excessive testosterone knocking each other senseless. You've got a good man there, Julie! My ex-husband was a sports fanatic and he always had the TV tuned to some sporting event or another. I was never so bored out of my mind as the Super Bowl party he dragged me to one year; I sat there reading the hosts' magazines the whole time, and I don't think anyone even noticed. When we divorced, I was determined to find a man who didn't care one bit about sports. It took me seven or eight years, but I finally did, and married him. We usually go out to a movie on Super Bowl Sunday because there are no crowds in the theatres, and no traffic on the streets.TB
That's good. I like his sene of humor, a bit warped like my own. Don't think I could bring myself to try an aspic (?) no matter who made it tho lol
I watched a bit, in between Gilmore Girls tapes. I got a bit nervous when one little dog started to...uh...get friendly with another and had to avert my eyes. Fortunately, so did the camera.
My husband (who hates sports even more than I do) volunteered to work so his colleague could watch the Super Bowl, and the rugrat and I watched DVDs. This sounds far better for next year!
So are you entering your puppy next year?
Ok, this post is not specifically about Puppy Bowl, which by the way I haven't yet seen because I live in Canada and don't have cable, but which my boyfriend who is from Brooklyn talked about incessantly after seeing it last year. It is, Julie, to let you know I just finished your book. It was given to me by my boyfriend's sister, who figured "I would enjoy it". I took that to mean that she saw how depressed I was getting about temp'ing for far too long and thought she could help cheer me up. It worked. Your book was great. And for lack of a better word, relevant. And although I live in Canada, I empathize with all the NYC-isms, as I once lived in various burroughs as an under-the-table nanny. Ah, to have a Bachelor's degree in psychology. Good work and congratulations! I will start to think of an alternate title....
Julie! Where have I been for so long! So glad I have found you, and found you doing so WELL! Could not be more proud of you. . .Tell Eric, Jordan, your wonderful mom and dad I said hello! I miss those days around the kitchen table! All the Bown's send their love.
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