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move over, adam

Within the first five minutes of the show, I knew I would enjoy BBC's Sherlock, but I didn't know that I would love it so much that I would name my puppy after Martin Freeman's Dr. John Watson (in my mind, this would be his ideal human personality). And I didn't know that, over the years, my celebrity crush on Benedict Cumberbatch would grow to the point where it would eventually knock Adam Brody off first place.

The psychology of a celebrity crush is an interesting thing. It's admittedly weird to get a little thrill when I peruse photos online, but it's also a humorous party conversation starter and (am I being even weirder by saying?) harmless fun for a married woman to engage in.

Clearly, pretty much the entire internet agrees with me on Benedict Cumberbatch's appeal. I'll even admit that I was late to this party. I found him oddly attractive from the first, but my crush grew over time as opposed to a legion of women who fell instantly. It was the interviews that did me in. Aside from those increasingly handsome features and that accent, he's well-spoken, surprisingly down to earth (must be due to his fame late in the game), goofy, and engaged. I like a man who can commit. I mean, my husband had to remind me that I was married when I expressed disappointment the morning I read about his engagement to Sophie Hunter, but that's another story. My point is that celebrity is a very strange thing, and from what I read, I like how he's handling it. It must be fun to be his friend, I think.

In case you aren't convinced, have a different #1, or do not have him on your list entirely (if so, what on earth are you thinking?), read this great article in Elle UK's December issue. Out of all the pieces I've read on him, I like it best. Just be ready for some heart pitter-pattering and heavy sighs---and that's before you even get to the part about him describing Sherlock having sex. Yep, never thought I'd be interested in that when I was reading Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, but what can I say?

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ipad addiction

The iPad had become a long-running joke in our household. Even before we got married, my husband would bring it up every time we saw an Apple store. "Do you want one? I'll get you one. I know you want one." I'd be tempted but shake my head no--I have an iPhone, a MacBook, a MacBook Pro and a Kindle!--and laughingly tease him that he was only asking because he really wanted one.

I stuck to my guns until the iPad mini came out. For some reason, seeing that cuter little version made me want it. Did I need it? No. Did I want it? We visited the Apple store to find out. Michael was ready to purchase it...He said the iPad was so much better than the mini, I was torn, and I had no time to think about such things!!! I had to drag him out of there. We laughed about it on the way home.

A week ago, we were back in the mall. And when he flagged down a happy Apple person as I was going back and forth between the iPad and the mini for the nth time, I didn't have the strength to resist anymore. I did play a little hard to get, said I didn't really want, insisted it be a proper Christmas present, kept looking longingly at the mini, but boy oh boy was I skipping out that store.

There. I can admit it now.

Since then, my beautiful iPad has been by my side. Watson (who seemed interested in this new toy at first) is now very jealous of Little Miss iPad who takes up all of my attention. Clicks on a screen instead of pats on a doggie's head. (Watson's life is rough!)

If someone asked me now if I needed it, I could still honestly say no, I don't. But I don't think I'm ever giving this baby up.


this thanksgiving adventure


A week ago today, the husband and I were unhurriedly cleaning the apartment and packing up all the necessities for our Thanksgiving adventure plan. It soon became obvious that we had gotten the hang of pre-departure prep. No complaints about all the last-minute tidying, lots of back and forth like "Bedroom, clear!" and "Bathroom sink--no leak!," and kisses (for us) and pets (for Watson) in between. We were in the groove and ready to go.

Now Michael and I have decidedly different ways of approaching trips. Michael likes getting there and getting back. I like making impromptu stops and taking lots of pictures. Granted, I probably feel this way because I am not the one driving, but this time, we were on the same page. Quick stop at Cracker Barrel to get our fill of Thanksgiving food? Check. Elizabethtown visit? Check! It was a little treat driving through the town and trying to figure out if a movie scene had taken place at so-and-so, and after a quick thirty minute detour, Tom Petty sang our way to Louisville.

We stayed at The Seelbach Hotel, which I loved. F. Scott Fitzgerald (one of my favorite writers!) used the Seelbach as his basis for the hotel where Daisy and Tom Buchanan get married in The Great Gatsby. (Is it ridiculous that I was absolutely thrilled with this idea?) The Old Seelbach Bar was a favorite hangout of his, which I gleefully reminded Michael pretty much every five minutes that we were there sipping our beers (him) and sparkling wine (me) and playing Plants vs Zombies.

The rest of the trip was a relaxed mix of sightseeing and eating. We saw where the Louisville Sluggers are made, watched glass being blown at Flame Run, which was just incredible, and basically walked all over the city. Now, I have to say that the food really made this trip something special! Brunch at Toast introduced me to lemon souffle pancakes and spiced apple mimosas, both of which I have since decided I cannot live without. Meat, one of the 50 best bars in the world (according to Drinks International--never heard of 'em), lived up to our expectations. While we still love Patterson House best, Meat's craft cocktails were absolutely delicious (and the bartender knew his gin, which is always a plus for me). The Butchertown Sour is now one of my favorite libations. Dinner at Decca hit the spot, and I was beyond thrilled when Michael ordered a beef cheek entree. My husband, the adventurous eater! To think, only burgers and pizza when we first started dating! The blue crab soup at Rye also deserves a shoutout. It made for an amazingly tasty post-cocktail snack. Our last stop before saying goodbye to Louisville on Saturday was The Blind Pig, which had such a large-portioned and super tasty serving of pork rillettes (it had half-an-inch of duck fat on top) that I took it home and happily munched on it for Sunday brunch.

Stuffed and happy, we were ready to drive home. Or were we? Taking me completely by surprise, Michael insisted we detour and visit Otter Creek Park, which is where one of my favorite scenes in Elizabethtown takes place. I was thrilled. So was Watson, who ran like a maniac pretty much everywhere. We took pictures. We laughed. We got cold. We took more pictures. Michael didn't even mind that I had us pose multiple times to mimic a scene from the movie exactly. It was wonderful.

This Thanksgiving, I had a lot to be thankful for. A partner-in-crime. A doggie sidekick. That feeling I had giddily smiling up at Michael thinking, "Isn't this wonderful? I'm so happy to be here with you."


july list

It was a busy weekend, a good mix of work and play (which means mostly play!). I greeted July with a cup of tea, no hot yoga, and brunch at 10 am at The Speckled Hen, a farm-to-table dining experience that is only open on Sundays and only serves brunch. It was a fun little way to greet the month with the husband and me sharing white cheddar and bacon omelette, biscuit with sausage gravy, some "Nutella" on toast and mint tea. Yum.

From there, we made a stop at Home Depot to pick up paint swatches because I've convinced him to do a little project for 4th of July. Which brings me to the main point. Without further ado, here is what I have for you, July:

- something physically active every day (yogayogayoga)

- a long plane ride (with conscientious packing beforehand!)

- a horizontally-striped bedroom wall

- learning how to properly puppy cut (Watson, are you scared yet?)

- brightly colored nails

- cleaning house (yucky but must be done)

- finishing up summer school work

- AND (unlike the girl in the photo--she looks like she means business, doesn't she?) being optimistic about all of it.

It's a long list, and some of it ain't gonna be pretty, but I'm so excited to tackle this month. Here's to a fabulous thirty-one days. Cheers!

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enzo and watson (i.e. "the art of racing in the rain" effect)

A few weeks back, I finally got around to reading "The Art of Racing the Rain" (Garth Stein). Shame on me, I know, because it has been on my must-read list for a few years now! Once I got started, I found that I couldn't put it down. I was completely hooked, and I reveled in that sensation of reading and just not wanting to stop.

The story, in case you haven't heard, is told from the perspective of a dog, Enzo. Enzo is a very special dog. He loves television, has all sorts of philosophical insights, and, of course, is completely devoted to his owner (whose story is what the book is really about) and his family. The writing is witty and fresh, and made me think about dogs in a completely different light. And by dogs, I really mean Watson, my Lhasa Apso.

Now I can't help but wonder, what does Watson think about? While internet articles would have you think dogs are simplistic, maybe he's a smarter, more enlighted creature (like Enzo!) who thinks about reincarnation and has passions. Should I turn on the TV more? Maybe he's a home decorating kinda guy.He does seem to really enjoy "The New Girl."

Here's the problem... If Watson is a more intelligent doggie, then he must surely be pained now because l, in a moment of weakness (and two glasses of wine) decided to give him a haircut instead of patiently waiting for an appointment with the groomer. As a result, Watson looks decidedly un-Watsony. In fact, even I have to admit, he looks more like a scruffy street cat with a lion's tail than the adorable doggie that gets tons of compliments. It's kind of awful. And ever since the haircut disaster, he hasn't been as chipper or as "look at me!", which really makes me wonder just how self-aware my precious little pup is.

So Watson, if you could talk, would you really be more like an Enzo? If only we could tell for sure...



elementary, my dear watson

Well, we did it. Cross one thing off the 101 list because we got a puppy! Dr. John Watson is a wonderful sidekick, just like his namesake. He always looks inquisitive, trots along with a little prance and a swishy tail, and happily gives puppy kisses (granted, the real John Watson never did that) all day long. Michael and I are smitten, just smitten.

I didn't intend to get a puppy. I wanted to give an older dog a home, but sneaky Michael apparently always intended to get a pup and just never informed me of this intention. As soon as I saw him bond with Watson, I knew that was it. He was the right one.

Michael also chose the name, but I really could not have come up with anything more perfect. Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot were my heroes growing up, but this puppy did not look like a Sherlock and why on earth would I name him Hercule? Or even Poirot?!? Over the years, I've grown increasingly fascinated by Sherlockian lore, reading all sorts of spin-offs meant for Baker Street buffs. Our pup's name was inspired by the BBC interpretation of John Watson, the stalwart, loyal, brave friend everyone has come to know and love on Sherlock.

We think he lives up to that version quite nicely.