This and That…Nate Berkus fans LISTEN UP

Tuesday I got all hot and sweaty with this man.

(Sorry Marianne, I know he is your boyfriend, and you do make a beautiful couple, but when the cat’s away…)

Yep, Nate Berkus and I worked out together. Well, not so much together as adjacent to each other. Let me put it this way, my normally 35 minutes spent on the bike quickly turned into an hour and my legs are JELLO today because I could not.stop.staring. No I didn’t say anything to him. I restrained myself because even I know that approaching someone at the gym ranks just above the free clinic and below a Paris Hilton Fan Club Meeting in terms of situations in which one does not want to be recognized/bothered.

(That body don’t happen all by itself ladies…and gents. And let me tell you. In person? Beee.U.Tee.Ful)

However.

I will be returning to the gym at the same time every week from now on hoping to run into him. I dont know, maybe Nate will need a spotter or someone to stretch him out one day. And then our best friendship/business partnership can commence as God surely intends it to. At the very least my new devotion to the gym should be good for my hindparts.

The Closet Situation

Is pretty much taken care of now. I would show you befores/afters but it is really nothing to ooh and ahh over. Although I did find some unusual things lurking in there during my search.

My Birthday

So I have gone back and forth on whether or not to blog about my Birthday celebration. I am very aware that most of you reading this do not know me personally, and I do not want to ever come across as braggadocios. I feel very lucky to live the life I do, it is not without it’s struggles, but I am aware every single day that I am blessed beyond measure.

That being said, I also am aware of how much I razz my beloved fiance on here, and I think it might be time to throw him a bone.

Isn’t he handsome?

This year for my birthday Pete sent me to the spa to get a massage and have my hairs did, and told me to come home fluffed and ready for dinner. And so I did. When I walked in Pete ushered me into our dining room that he had set up as our own little restaurant. Replete with candles/candlesticks that he went out and purchased for the evening, can you imagine anything cuter than A Petey Pie picking out candlesticks? I can’t.

One of Pete’s friends from home, Brittany, and her fiance Vaido have a catering company called Truffleberry Market and Pete had worked with them to create a tasting menu of all of my favorite dishes.

Baby Arugula, baby beets, crispy herbed goat cheese, champagne vinaigrette

Tomato bisque, petit grilled robiola cheese finger sandwich

Brown butter seared day scallops with roasted brussels sprouts, crispy pancetta, and quail egg

Limoncello sorbetto intermezzo

Maple and sage seared pork medallion with braised red cabbage, pan seared herb  gnocci, and apple cider jus

Madiera glazed beef short ribs, creamy polenta, herb roasted baby carrots

And then, of course, Peppermint ice cream tuille cookie sandwich, chocolate ganache

It was seriously the most thoughtful, sweet, creative gift ever. If he hadn’t already put a ring on it, I would have sworn that was what was going on here. But I have to say, with or without supercalafragalisticexpialadociously wonderful Birthday gifts, I am still the luckiest girl in the world. I am marrying my bestie! And he is really hot, and I am thinkin’ he is going to age pretty well too.

So talk to me. Thoughts on how I should seduce Nate? Best birthday present you ever received? Your feelings on Pluto no longer being considered a planet? Let’s hear it.