...a recipe for a good weekend (in random order). This was by far the most relaxing weekend we've had in our life together (despite the fact that I did nothing as planned). It began with me submitting my work status reports on time this Friday--something that I've not been punctual with since the last few weeks.
Nanny Diaries was planned for Saturday morning. We had an disagreement and melted into tears as I usually do when I don't want to yell at him. We ended up spending half an hour in the bed--me talking to him, and asking him to be more vocal about what he feels. At the end of it, we barely had time to dress up and rush for the movie. It turned out to be well worth the rush. We had lunch at Mc D's, then did an errand for mom before heading home.
The weather was so wonderful, I didn't want to waste my time trapped inside the four walls of either the house, or the office, or anywhere else. So we took off on the Mumbai-Pune highway, and eventually hit the expressway.
Just before we reached home, our dear car crossed the 10,000 kms milestone. Hurray! (Now it's due for servicing :-P)
I had planned to attend the book reading for 3, Zakia Mission, but was too euphoric to drive myself into a gathering of people, after enjoying the wonders of nature. So we just chilled out at home. Hubby got me the CD of Jab We Met, because I've been missing it whenever it was aired on TV. And guess what?! It was being shown on one of the movie channels at the same time! We only realized it after we put on the CD, and were surfing channels while I got the food ready.
Sunday dawned for us just an hour before midday. MIL called up around the same time, expecting us to wake up late (at least they know that much about us for sure). I prepared lunch while the hubs cleaned the house (partially, as always, before he got all sweaty and abandoned the work to have a bath). I was disgruntled and didn't respond when called out to cuddle after his bath. He got the hint and tidied up a little more to please me :D Once the food was ready, I took my shower and then snuggled up to him. He complained a little, but I diverted his attention to food.
After putting a lot of thought into how we should spend the rest of the day, we moved into one of the bedrooms where we began a new chapter of our romance--namely, reading A Brief History of Time. Sigh! You know the proverb about the way to a man's heart being through his stomach? Well, my man's different. I need to bore a hole in his brains to get to his heart! Scientific explanation of natural phenomena thrill him no end, and I have some cosy time in his arms after his brain is well-fed.
Three chapters later, we both had enough, and went out for a stroll around the neighborhood. It started raining pretty heavily, so we had to chicken out and run homewards. Before that, though, I found this and this on the colony's noticeboard! Didn't know there were folks in here who were intersted in Gouri Dange's book too! Will find out sometime (maybe). Once home, I spent some more time watching TV, while the hubs played computer games.
Then I headed out to buy some stuff for the pizza I planned to make at home (of course, with a readymade pizza base). That constituted my shopping this weekend. Back home, I made a garlic-chilly-onion-sweetcorn-cheese pizza topped with oregano. It turned out OK according to me (less baked than I wanted) and amazing according to the hubs (see why I love the guy?) We washed 3 pizzas down with Blue Curacao (the mocktail version I made out of the crush-concentrate and soda) while watching Bend It Like Beckham. It turned out to be a little private party for two!
Okay, now this is personal, but somehow I feel like sharing. As we crawled into bed for a slumber trip, I snuggled upto the hubs, held his face in my hands and looked at him for a long while, before asking him to kiss me like he did for the first time. And the idiot went on to ask why I keep asking him for that (I guess this was the third time in the 3 years that we know each other, but he thinks it's quite frequent). I held on to my courage and reasoning (so that I could explain to the code jockey in his terms) and said, "...because it's like re-booting. The first time a person kisses another, it's a fresh, pure feeling, devoid of all the emotional experiences that affect the couple later in their lives. When we have spent a few days or years together, we know each others' shortcomings and irritating habits, and those primarily affect our attitude towards the other person. By kissing like we did the first time, we make an attempt to erase all those resentments, and start over. It's like falling in love again." What I didn't say to him was that I yearn every now and then for the skip-of-a-heartbeat or the butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling one experiences when one falls in love, or kisses for the first time. I'm a sucker for those moments.
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Nanny Diaries was planned for Saturday morning. We had an disagreement and melted into tears as I usually do when I don't want to yell at him. We ended up spending half an hour in the bed--me talking to him, and asking him to be more vocal about what he feels. At the end of it, we barely had time to dress up and rush for the movie. It turned out to be well worth the rush. We had lunch at Mc D's, then did an errand for mom before heading home.
The weather was so wonderful, I didn't want to waste my time trapped inside the four walls of either the house, or the office, or anywhere else. So we took off on the Mumbai-Pune highway, and eventually hit the expressway.
We were surrounded by clouds and greenery
...on either side of the road.
We even went through showers that left welcome messages on the windshield :)
We passed through tiny tunnels
...and longer ones
...and finally turned to Lonavala.
We drove straight past the town and took an about turn where the road merges into the expressway again.
Oh, for the record, I relaxed, put my feet up (literally, as you can see)
...and let the sweet hubby drive (who didn't go past 80 kmph on the expressway until I
teased him about being a sissygently reminded him that he could do so)
We went past the Lonavala dam
...past the hills (there were tiny streams of water running down most of them)
...and on the way back, stopped to ogle at the lovely lake with the little island in between.
A simple kaala-khatta made the hubs' day
...and I was thrilled just to be alive and to be able to enjoy these things with a cute partner-in-crime!
I couldn't resist taking pictures even when I took back the driving console in my hand :D
Just before we reached home, our dear car crossed the 10,000 kms milestone. Hurray! (Now it's due for servicing :-P)
I had planned to attend the book reading for 3, Zakia Mission, but was too euphoric to drive myself into a gathering of people, after enjoying the wonders of nature. So we just chilled out at home. Hubby got me the CD of Jab We Met, because I've been missing it whenever it was aired on TV. And guess what?! It was being shown on one of the movie channels at the same time! We only realized it after we put on the CD, and were surfing channels while I got the food ready.
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Sunday dawned for us just an hour before midday. MIL called up around the same time, expecting us to wake up late (at least they know that much about us for sure). I prepared lunch while the hubs cleaned the house (partially, as always, before he got all sweaty and abandoned the work to have a bath). I was disgruntled and didn't respond when called out to cuddle after his bath. He got the hint and tidied up a little more to please me :D Once the food was ready, I took my shower and then snuggled up to him. He complained a little, but I diverted his attention to food.
After putting a lot of thought into how we should spend the rest of the day, we moved into one of the bedrooms where we began a new chapter of our romance--namely, reading A Brief History of Time. Sigh! You know the proverb about the way to a man's heart being through his stomach? Well, my man's different. I need to bore a hole in his brains to get to his heart! Scientific explanation of natural phenomena thrill him no end, and I have some cosy time in his arms after his brain is well-fed.
Three chapters later, we both had enough, and went out for a stroll around the neighborhood. It started raining pretty heavily, so we had to chicken out and run homewards. Before that, though, I found this and this on the colony's noticeboard! Didn't know there were folks in here who were intersted in Gouri Dange's book too! Will find out sometime (maybe). Once home, I spent some more time watching TV, while the hubs played computer games.
Then I headed out to buy some stuff for the pizza I planned to make at home (of course, with a readymade pizza base). That constituted my shopping this weekend. Back home, I made a garlic-chilly-onion-sweetcorn-cheese pizza topped with oregano. It turned out OK according to me (less baked than I wanted) and amazing according to the hubs (see why I love the guy?) We washed 3 pizzas down with Blue Curacao (the mocktail version I made out of the crush-concentrate and soda) while watching Bend It Like Beckham. It turned out to be a little private party for two!
Okay, now this is personal, but somehow I feel like sharing. As we crawled into bed for a slumber trip, I snuggled upto the hubs, held his face in my hands and looked at him for a long while, before asking him to kiss me like he did for the first time. And the idiot went on to ask why I keep asking him for that (I guess this was the third time in the 3 years that we know each other, but he thinks it's quite frequent). I held on to my courage and reasoning (so that I could explain to the code jockey in his terms) and said, "...because it's like re-booting. The first time a person kisses another, it's a fresh, pure feeling, devoid of all the emotional experiences that affect the couple later in their lives. When we have spent a few days or years together, we know each others' shortcomings and irritating habits, and those primarily affect our attitude towards the other person. By kissing like we did the first time, we make an attempt to erase all those resentments, and start over. It's like falling in love again." What I didn't say to him was that I yearn every now and then for the skip-of-a-heartbeat or the butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling one experiences when one falls in love, or kisses for the first time. I'm a sucker for those moments.