Monday, December 29

iceonthelake


iceonthelake, originally uploaded by anna potatoes.

This is the first desktop wallpaper I've made in a while. No real reason.. just had a little creative time. I won't blame you if you don't like it due to the weather outside...


View/save it at Flickr original 1280x800 size. Or you can have what's behind door number #4......pictures of cats LOL captions.

Ann Wrapping

There is a definitive difference between wrapping presents and when I do it.  I try and 'bag it' as much as I can but there comes at least 2-3 presents I actually have to wrap.. the holidays just wouldn't be complete without them.  This year I just sat at laughed at myself for a honest to goodness 5 minutes when I was presented with wrapping: a candle.  I knew it was going to happen so I grabbed my camera.  Let me show you why being the worst at something can be fun.  Here is a step by step on how to wrap a candle according to me.


Step 1:  Get a square of wrapping paper and place it on the bottom of the candle, then start taping the sides in overlapping folds.




This should be the finished product of the taped folds, all the way around.

Step 2:  Take the rectangular piece of paper pictured underneith the candle and just wrap it around.  Secure with more tape.

Step 3:  Tie a bow around the top to cinch it/make it look super professional.



Step 4:  Don't turn it around.  Ever.


Step 5:  If you haven't cut the paper as jagged as possible, go back and do that.  It's important.


All done!

Now if you think you can't repeat this with normally shaped packages you'd be wrong.



For 'Ann Wrapping' to be in the best form possible you must set the gift up to only look good from one angle.  You know, like those women who look better the farther away they are?  Just like that but with presents.



The recipient of this gift, my secret santa-ee, totally thought this was normally wrapped until the candle! Damn.. almost.

Friday, December 26

Dolla dolla bills

Boxing Day is the universal 'play with your toys' day of the holiday.  My toys were jewellry, extra Rockband guitar, coffee maker and freaking sweet hat, scarf and coat - so I put the last part of those on and we went out for some Boxing Day sale browsing.  Notice how I didn't say shopping, because actual intentional shopping after Christmas is hammer-to-toes intellegent. 

I didn't see anything worthwhile but I had already bought some really necessary things at an unnecessary time during a 50% off sale.  Like, fall and spring clothes on Christmas Eve.  Of course I was in the store for ONE thing, what the hell was I supposed to do except buy 10 times more than that.  My point here.. there totally is one by the way, you're not reading in vain today.. is that when you take a good look at all the shoppers out there and myself included, I think we have a set price point programmed in our DNA somewhere. 


I discovered my price point is: $6.   I wore my six dolla shirt today and it made me invincible to sales.

Tuesday, December 23

Last Day!

8. I am happy I can get away with being such a facehole.







Andrea didn't want to go to rehab. The tats look good...

 
Sean getting ready to save a burning school bus full of children.. clothes just slow him down.




Golden Girls... Anna-Sophia, Antonella-Blanche, Alisia-Rose and Maria-Dorothy







Who knew????!!!!

Monday, December 22

Lists are great

7.  I am happy I am feeling good after my physio appointment.


I also grabbed coffee, bumped into a cousin of mine on the street - had a freezing chat about strip clubs, ladies who cry in Tim Hortons and getting me a discount at Ikea - and I found my hubby at home when I got back :)  Not a bad day, if you don't count the freezing!  And I don't.  My physio/chiropractor lady was also totally nice and I'm seeing her again Christmas Eve morning.  I wonder if I should bring her a slice of my Mom's awesome birthday cake... being at a gym makes you rethink eating the rest yourself.

Also having to give your physio lady an account of 'things you do for fun' makes you rethink how fun you appear to strangers.  The only activities I came up with revolve around children, and Rockband.   Then I laughed really hard because a profound revelation came over me that that was it.  Being 'full of life' doesn't really count as an activity unfortunately.  I kinda want to start taking classes at something just so I can call her up and add it to my poor little list!

"So I forgot to mention my rock climbing interests.. and I am a Firefighter, part time of course.  Three months out of the year I brew beer in my garage called Awesome-Stein.  Did I mention I'm a Nudist Trainspotter?  I also participate as much as I can in Franco-Prussian War reenactments"


See if Andrea hadn't moved all the way to Calgary I would be already have at least 2 of those on my list.  I blame her for not being here to come up with these ideas.  Fuck you, Calgary.

Sunday, December 21

6.  I am happy I found a craft to do, even if it's just because I don't want to pay $35.





Ann-Marie
ya so we should take a trip to michael's one day and have a rose topiary party

Brooke
LOL you must be bored

Ann-Marie
we could drink tea and everything!  yes.. i am ...

Saturday, December 20

Let's disagree to not agree

5.  I am happy I don't have to go into a mall again before Christmas.


I will say though I have not had any bad shopping experiences this year other than one incident with a child who walked right into me because he had Santa-Brain.  It's my mom's birthday and first official day of winter tomorrow.  The fam is coming over for coffee so I got her a cake, I already bought her a Christmas present so she gets screwed on gifts before then.  I'm sure having a December 21st birthday she is used to it by now.

It's an awesome cake though.

I'm also hosting Christmas Eve dinner with Sean's and my family together.  The only thing I am not excited about is the fact that, how can I say this... when my grandmother comes over she decorates my house for me because apparently I have no Christmas spirit (aka I don't like giant angels and snow globes).There is something wrong with me, everyone.  I don't enjoy massive Nativity music carousels on my coffee table.. it's like I'm the new Scrooge.  Let's just forget our stockings, tree, wreath, dishtowels, and kitchy "light up" and "musical" Christmas shit she brought over to my house last year which I put out.  I even have a Naughty/Nice door hanger ;)

I enjoy my house the way it is and would just appreciate it if every free space was not thrown up on by the holidays.  Christmas Eve dinner I am just inviting her to bring more, though, and I don't know if I can bare the glittery poinsettia's.  I humor her the best I can but when I picture her putting me in a gold-leaf apron or fake snow-spraying my windows, I sort of want to shoot myself.  She keeps doing this and I'm going to go to her house and start taking Jesus memorabilia off the walls and see what she thinks about that.  Obnoxious?  No.. I just think your house has too much shit in it.

Meeeeeeerry Christmas!

Friday, December 19

Questions that no one asked...

This Is Reverb's tattoo'd pastor made a blog asking other people to set up their own 'questions no one asked' .. and you know, I also like telling people things for no reason whatsoever.  It fits well with me, so, here goes!  I thought you might have some extra reading/snowstorm time.



Question:  What is the last movie that made you cry?  If you are one of those people who do that.

Answer:  Funny you should ask, I just today saw a movie that made me cry.  For some reason the past couple years I now tear up at just about anything I see on TV.  I know I have mentioned this anytime I reference Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.. aka. Extreme Tear Factory: Eye Edition.  Clearly I have not come to terms with being a freakish tearer-upper.  A Cottonelle commercial could cause me to get watery eyed if it had the right music.  Anyyyyway.  So I saw Seven Pounds today and fully did not want to cry at all, and thought I saw it coming - especially because of Will Smith.  He is the worst at needing to make you cry; Ali, The Legend of Bagger Vance, I am Legend, Pursuit of Happyness... it's like be feeds on tears.  But it was sad and I cried at the end.

Question:  You have a complex about this crying business, don't you?

Answer: Obviously!  I don't know why my eyes and brain aren't in constant communication.

Question:  Ok so what's the stupidest thing you've actually cried watching?

Answer:  I don't know, maybe Martha Stewart baked a particularly precious batch of cookies.

Question:  What's the thing you remember most about going to see the White House?

Answer:  It's a toss up between being bothered that the fountain in front isn't centered and the homeless black man walking in traffic with a sign that said George Bush raped my dead sister.  Symmetry stands out more than it should I guess.

Question:  Is there anything atypical you've done that very few people can say they have?

Answer:  Of course I have.. it's my question!  The only thing I could say not too many people have done is I got to go in a professional kitchen of a NYC resturant after-hours to cook myself some scrambled eggs.  Not illegally either.

Question:  What car do you want in 2009?

Answer:  Actually a Prius... it'd be hypocritical if I got leather seats, wouldn't it?

Question:  What is the most useful thing you ever learned from a teacher?

Answer:  My 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Heffernan, was sitting at her desk during a recess and I went up to her as she poured her boiling hot water into a teacup.  I happen to like glass mugs and I asked her if that was special glass so it wouldn't crack in the heat.  She told me it was.  I said well it's still too hot to drink for a while.. and then she said no, she just puts an ice cube in it so she can drink it right away.

That's it.  It's a good idea.

Question:  What are some random commercials you remember from your childhood, if just to illustrate how powerful marketing is on impressionable minds.

Answer:  For some reason I really recall a particular champagne commercial actually.. at least I think it was champagne.  Hochteller?  I don't even know how to spell it but it had a lady with a top hat and bow tie.  I also remember that fig newton commercial where they unrealiztically snap the cookie in half and it's supposed to make a cool sound.  Do you know how many fig newtons I ruined before I realized that was a sound effect?  And I didn't even eat them.

Last Question:  What's your favourite Disney movie song?

Answer:  "I Wan'na Be Like You (The Monkey Song)" from the Jungle Book.

Arctic Hysteria

4.  I'm happy this isn't me.



Winter hasn't even officially started, yet the GTA is being pounded by a blizzard that could leave anywhere from 20 to 25 centimeters of snow on the ground by Friday night.
- CityNews: Let it Snow

I submitted that picture to the 'wanted: storm stories and pictures' section and it's up: if you want to browse through the rest of Snow-mageddon pics up there you'll see mine.   Here's some others I took from the warm safety of the safe warmness of my house.  I don't want to be a dick but I should mention I got a Christmas card and homemade chocolate biscotti's dropped off at my door this morning.  It's kind of a good day for me.


All that haze is in fact snow, just in case you thought there was something wrong with my camera.  Like I said before, it's like a mini ticker-tape parade of icey death.... and now it's angry.  Ironically Sean and I were laughing about this sketch from Rick Mercer just last night.  Who knew! 


Thursday, December 18

Class = Hats

3.  I'm happy that our new years eve tickets came in the mail.






Last year was probably the most laid back/fun year I can remember - which is really helpful since it was just last year.  Man I cannot tell you how fun that was.  Some restaurant reservations, Kings, funny drunk hat exchange, Guitar Hero and shooting guns for some reason.  So great.




It's a wonder why we'd want to class it up in 2009 
 ??


Since we couldn't possibly top it, we're doing the very spectacular Champagne Dancing and Dinner thing with most of our friends. And maybe the hats.. you think I could bring them just in case?  Just the viking one then.  That's right, I'll tell you what's classy!!  Vikings.  It's history coming alive.

Wednesday, December 17

Santa and Jesus - basically as real as eachother

2.  I'm happy that the new gym & physiotherapy center is behind my house.


Long standing injuries suck quite a lot of lemons so I'm a little annoyed that I may have one (that will reoccur without going back to the Chiropractor or taking up Yoga or something) ever since our car accident in April.  Don't worry, I was the only one slightly injured... even if the girl who hit us claims she had a heart condition.  Yeah I have a heart condition too when I total my car, 360 an SUV and sideswipe another car.  It's called I'mTotallyFucked-itis. 

But really it could have been so much worse so I'm very happy this is all I have to worry about.. ahem.. now I will continue whining.

Anyways.. this is the 2nd time I've basically paralyzed myself in pain by simply sleeping on the couch or in the case of a few days ago.. a wake-up stretch.  Not even a big one, like.. cats do, with the insane lunging and acrobatics.  Since I'm not 80 years old, am in good shape and actually have somewhat of an athletic upper body I'm going to admit going back to the Chiropractor is a fantastic idea.  After the accident I went all the time and then I felt better and just stopped going... because I am stupid apparently.  Like those people who made penicillin not work anymore.

While I'm in bed, and not doing anything at the moment I suppose I will share one of my favourite Christmas things.. 8 days away, yay!.. and that is my favourite ornament.


My mom gave it to me the Christmas of 1988.  This year is 20 Christmases she's been on my tree :)  Ya, I add.  I convinced some children last year that she comes to life at night and bakes cookies, if you're lucky when you wake up you can still smell some gingerbread.. but only if you really believe in Christmas.

I thought about not continuing that story since I convinced a girl of this who later told ME all about the stuff she found out Jesus can do.  Like kick a soccer ball to the moon.. because Jesus can do anything.  She had such a serious face on, it was adorable.  I didn't want to touch that one with a 10 foot pole...

That's right sweetie, the gingerbread ornament bakes cookies at night and Jesus can make it snow indoors. They're the same see because they're both stories baby.. now let's never talk about this again.

No wonder parents go to Church; they have to ask someone what to tell their kids to cover explanations to other religious stories they told them.  Like how Jesus can do anything, but doesn't for some reason.  You know, he really doesn't want to bring back your dead cat because it's so much happier with God than you.  No that doesn't mean you should be dead too.  He wouldn't like that.  Why?  Because........ let's go to Church and pray about this.

I love that line... pray about it. 

At least Santa is pretty contained.. comes once a year and lives in a place you can never go.  And he just KNOWS if you're bad.  End of story! 

8 crazy nights

I love it when I'm told the subject to my blog.. that way it's not my fault if it's totally uninteresting.  I got asked to...
For 8 days, you must post something(s) that made you happy.

Yeah I can do that.  Ok so day 1 is really easy!



1. My hubby gifted me with some early Christmas prezzie; an amazing diamond and aquamarine ring. I love it :)

That's my birthstone by the way, fyi, ps and ou la la.

Monday, December 15

Great outdoors

Our neighbor is building a professional sized hockey rink in his backyard and we've been checking it out as the progress goes on.  Even cooler is at night there happens to be lights shining on it directly so you can skate all night.  How neat!


All that really separates are those bushes so it's kinda hard not to notice.  He can reciprocate the stalking in the summertime I guess since we have a big firepit in the back.. and a huge deck for BBQ s'more making.  Now that I think about it we really should befriend them and enjoy both seasons of backyard enjoyment.

Anyhow, the Christmas Rockband get-together was so fun I ran out and bought redbulls at 2am just to stay up longer.  It didn't work. The highly anticipated (by me) Pots de Creme dessert turned out the way it was supposed to, I think, since it was really good but I had no idea just how CHOCOLATEY it was!  I couldn't even finish it, and that means it's dangerous levels of chocolate because otherwise it would be gone.  I was about to overdose on chocolate.  Actually the only person who did finish it was Rob and he apparently will eat anything. 

Ann - 0
Pots de Creme - 1

Sunday, December 14

you know who never gets accused of touching children?  Zorro.
idontlikeyouinthatway.com

Friday, December 12

Pots de Creme...

Our Christmas party is tomorrow night and in preparation I made a pretty sweet dessert!  Yes I really did think ahead on something.. and I like it.




 




Instead of various fancy glasses, which I don't have, I just used wine glasses which I have a lot of!  Lush, sure... but also you will never see something mismatched in this house.  I'll pretend it's a theme because I also bought quite a lot of wine for the party.  After this you add some whipped cream which makes it looks extra fantastic.. but it's still chilling in the fridge so I took pioneer woman's picture of the pots de creme.  Those are hers, and her recipe is on her site as well.



I can't wait to serve them mostly because I think I have a leg up on PW's (very simple and therefore awesome) recipe, which is: Decadent brand semi sweet chocolate chips!  As in the same ones in the famous Decadent cookies which I am not sure she's ever tasted since it's a Canadian thing.  Fuck yes!  I knew I occasionally loved my country.




Ahem.  I am calling this dessert Decadent Coffee Pots de Creme.... just to be fancy and complicated.  Really what are the holidays if not that, right?

Thursday, December 11

blogger post #250 - confession

There is totally a difference between Coke and Pepsi.  Just so you know, I was unawares until last night.


Coming from someone who hasn't tasted pop in such a long time.. if it doesn't have rum in it.. maybe is what helps tell the difference but I'll swear to you I was certain before they tasted the same.  Not that I want to give you the impression I ever really was a pop drinker, just like meat eater.  Really I become thirsty so infrequently that when I am I want to have the ability to gulp something down with complete abandon and I'd like to not have to stop because I have to burp the Arabic alphabet or I'm going to die. That's just me though, that's just what I like, when I'm drinking something I prefer: refreshing and unable to clean rusty pennies in a science experiment, in the description on the back of the can.

Last night for some reason we ordered out and the meal came with Pepsi and I had a glass.. it was disgusting but it was clearly different/better from Coke. So there, I said it. 

There will be a confession of this magnitude every 250 posts.  See you all in 2 years.



Edit: to be fair, this site has been around since November 2001 so I guess I'd owe the internet at least 2 more life-shattering confessions.  I'm tempted to make one of them about processed cheese.

Tuesday, December 9

An Epidemic

One of my many roles in life is reading at least one storybook a day, enthusiastically, with action and possible character voices.  If you asked me, which you didn't but we'll pretend you just did... I do like to think just reading a story could possibly be a learning experience, even if just in using some imagination because it's fun. You might laugh at that but when I was an English tutor I was absolutely floored I had to give creative writing lessons to a boy in grade 8.  I mainly was preparing him for essay writing but insisted dedicating some time in the former lesson after finding out he had never in his life written a fictional story, and after asking him to name a main character for me and he simply wasn't able to, and THEN it took me two weeks to get a half-borrowed-half-created fable he heard once that was one page long (skipping lines).  Ever since then I have flat out told people they were wrong if they stated publicly or in my general direction that excelling in math is the only thing you need to get anywhere in life, and that's really not just because I wasn't any good at it myself.  Really.

 
www.toothpastefordinner.com



By nature children love repetition so I could (read: have) read the same story over and over again and they could not be happier about it for some reason.  It is actually me, the professional teller I am, who prefers new stories and I happen to find a few of my own childhood storybooks at my grandmothers house which I stuck on the shelf for such a day.  A day where I don't care about Thomas the Tank Engine and the School Trip!  I've read that thing 700 times at least and every fucking time he has to go work and can't take the children home.. but oh, low and behold, Bertie the Bus breaks down and he saves the day!  There is a lesson for you there, by the way, and it is in life there is always someone telling you to work and it ruins all your fun until something terrible happens to someone else where you can take advantage of it.  It will all work out for you through a series of inconspicuous and unrelated incidents.

Note:  This is exactly where I think the famously classic idea from stories or movies came from: to mislead a person into thinking everyone forgot about their birthday/whatever so the surprise at the end would be extra awesome.  No, sir or madame, I hate to tell you that you basically left them upset, depressed all day and considering making some toast in the bath later. The party at the end is equally comparative, at best, to how much the rest of the day probably sucked.  Oh, you got me, I thought everyone I knew turned into a huge dick.  Boy is my face red now.

Anyway so today I pulled out a really crappy looking book of a duck with one working googly eye, dressed with a chimney sweep hat and a hobo pack.  I was a little excited to see what the story would be about, and read the title out loud The Frightened Wolf ...oooou.  So basically this is what happens.. there is a wolf who is coming to eat all the animals in the farm, nach, and one chicken gets a great idea to grab the rabbit and bravely go off into the forrest to stop him, bravely, again.  What was his genius idea?  From the look of the cover, maybe he convinced all the animals to run away from the farm and join the circus.  I have to admit I was a little curious.. the wording of the book was unusual already so I didn't have a guess at where this was going.  And I read.. well..  this is the actual excerpt from The Frightened Wolf.

what a fright the wolf got when he heard the conversation between the duck and the rabbit.  "how mean to send us away from the farm because of this epidemic.  pity anybody who eats us!"

Did the author die in the middle of writing this and they had to publish it to cover the costs of buring him?  Otherwise that is the fucking stupidest thing I have ever heard; an epidemic!?  You want kids to A) know what an epidemic is.. B) the plague is the idea that won over all other reasons to make a hungry wolf go away.. and goddammit C) logically the wolf would say thank christ I didn't eat the rabbit and chicken and then just go to the farm anyway because all those animals weren't sick!  But no, no this is the reaction..

the wolf didn't wait to hear any more.  he ran away as fast as he could.  "I must get at least fity miles away," he thought to himself.

Of course, ok so children when you're afraid of things you should never listen to the rest of something and run at least fifty miles.  At least.. else it's not safe from ANYTHING.  The illustration actually had speed lines, too.  I hope nobody read that story to me too many times, but knowing my mother, she did.

Sunday, December 7

humbuggery

5 years ago I would have thought you lost your damn mind if you said i'd be so interested in what goes in my kitchen.  Yep... still talking about the kitchen, I don't want to do it though, if that helps any.  I grudgingly must discuss ideas relating to the kitchen.  Proof being that this year, for some ungodly reason and pioneer woman subliminal suggestion, I actually asked for a Le Cruset saucier pan for Christmas.  And in lime green!  If you don't know what those are it's apparently what Jesus uses to cook stew and roasts and stuff.  It makes everything taste freaking amazing/cures aids... even the kind of aids you get before total aids, like pre-aids.  Le Cruset goes into the future via your food and cures the aids before you get it by killing off whoever gave it to you.  It's french so it has no emotions, and no remorse.

Too far?  I do that sometimes.. pretty sure this was one of those times.




I also just decided that I want to eventually replace my sink with one of those deep porcelain farmhouse deals.  After figuring out what those style of sinks are called I finally found the right description for the new house other than cute/lovely/home-y/warm or whatever else came to mind when people asked, which conjured up my own images of a house made of gingerbread, candy hearts and sunshine.  Not just sunshine either, the special kind of sunshine that only shines on sleeping lovers on Christmas morning in Paris... it'd also be powered by my own sense of self-satisfaction.  Anyways, ok allll done with the sarcasm.. I think.  In short, I was pretty unsatisfied with my cute description, I was sure there was a better word and farmhouse is a good word to have come by in my crazy sink search so I was pleased.  Oh I also asked Santa for dish towels for too, by the way.  Why I'm turning Christmas Day into Martha's pantry supply store is beyond me, like really... oh and I have a pantry now and I like it.  There, I'm done. 


I'm enjoying the ramp up to the holidays so far.  I also love that in Burlington they have the balls to say Merry Christmas on their buses.  No Happy Holidays here.. just Merry Freaking Christmas, and if you don't like it, suck it.  It being a candy cane or something cheerful... it's Christmas after all.

It really makes me wonder though, for those who are apparently offended here in Canada in recent years and made a fuss about what they want advertisers, or co-workers to call Christmas.  Let's face it, who else really pushes the holiday in your face but them.  But still I'd love for someone to explain why calling something a Holiday Tree makes them feel better.. and then they go buy one, decorate, take the day off and exchange presents.  I mean, how overly-polite is it that we'd feel uncomfortable about our own holiday just in case we possibly offended someone ever about anything. So I thought it'd be a great idea to make it a requirement for people, like pedophiles, to register on a public database about their 'anti-merry Christmas' demands.  Hold on before you go off about comparing people who don't like Christmas to molesting children... I just can't think of another registry. Haha.  Ok so then when passing their houses everyone could make sure they have no Christmas decorations around, else we steal their tree or whatever.  I haven't figured the 'retribution' part out yet but I'm sure those who do find it ridiculous we have to think before we say Merry Christmas to someone, would think of something

Humbug.com could be huge.. I'm just saying!  Right now it's just apparently a Redsox poem blog.  Odd.

Friday, December 5

Sometimes techology confuses me

The kitchen in our new home is pretty cute.. kinda like everything else about the house, with a little island and glass cooktop oven and range on it.  Saves me a ton of counter space which is what I dig, and logically, I know it works but looking at it I had some deeply seeded reservations apparently.  Almost like the Caveman Lawyer.." I'm a caveman and I'm frightened by your strange glass cooking machine"






So today I found myself needing to heat up a soup and I said hell let's give this piece of glass a try.  Wouldn't you know though I stood there astonished when my soup became hot!  It's not exactly new technology but doesn't it just seem like maybe it shouldn't work?

Totally unrelated, because that's just how it goes.. I tried some organic wine last night that Sean brought home called Green Rabbit.  Very very good, but I'm convinced that my organic hangover the next day means it was a lot stronger than regular wine.  Must be the lack of pesticides.  Keeping that in mind I'm definitely picking some up for this weekend, but I'll just fill my glass halfway. 

So excited for my cousins to be coming by for coffee tomorrow to see the new house.. I've been having tons of company since last Friday and it's rather nice.  Also nice is the fact it's so freaking cold out and I totally get to go a pool birthday party tomorrow, for Brooke's nephew Liam who turns the big 2.  Fun and sugary cake will be had by all!  I hope everyone else is having/has a entertaining and holiday shopperific weekend too.

I just said shopperific?  Wow.

Tuesday, December 2

for the man who has everything

if you're looking for unique gift ideas this christmas...

 
The Avenging Unicorn Play Set!

Everyone wants an imaginary unicorn friend that they can call forth to smite their enemies. The Avenging Unicorn Play Set has everything you need to use the power of the unicorn to rid your life of irritations. Put the posable, 3-3/4" tall, hard vinyl unicorn on a flat surface and then impale one of three 3-1/8" tall, soft vinyl figures included (businessman/boss, new age lady and mime). Also includes four interchangeable horns (classic spiral, chrome, glow and pearlescent).

Monday, December 1

On the move

Dear internet .. day 3 in the new house and unsurprisingly just finished getting all of our actual crap here.  Yanno stuff that wasn't primary in importance like the lawn mower,  my bedazzler and fabrige egg collection.  Actually that isn't entirely true, some important stuff WAS left that I could have used day 1.. such as a new box of garbage bags, the toaster and the 'George' grill.
Fact:  I basically only cook two things on the George - Tofu Hotdogs (they fit perfectly in the grill spaces, and it makes it easy to turn them to the uncooked side) and Grilled Cheese.  I wonder who in this house has to have those everyday?  Hmmm.
You know your brain is done with the packing/moving experience when you actually find yourself, day 2, back at the old house to 'finish up' and instead of taking the leftovers out of the cooking pot and frying pan.. rinsing it and putting it away to wash at the new house you: throw the whole shebang in the garbage.  DISHES DONE.  What, oh that pot with pasta in it and the frying pan I hate anyway?  No, my brain said I'm done with dishes earlier and that's final.  We aren't going back to the land of I forgot one.


Our new home on the other hand is so warm and lovely... packing annoyance aside, it's a real treat for us to get be settled before Christmas which makes the slight rush around worth it.  I made sure the first thing we did was put the wreath up on our front door and we should be unpacking our decorations and doing the tree tonight.  As wonderful of a time we had in Oakville, with the Starbucks and great neighbours, I am so happy we get to end off such a special year for us in this home; although I'll have to learn to love Domino's rather than Pizza Depot which is slightly upsetting but do-able.  Sean is lightyears ahed of me on that task, he's enjoying the cheesy bread and fist-sized pepperoni.  I suppose it was rather good I GUESS.  Now if only the house wants to unpack the rest of the dishes.. oh my goodness, it audibly said 'No fucking way' right after I typed that...  unbelievable!  The sass on this place.  Ok well I'm off then.. oh and




Wouldn't it be fantastic if I let you really think this is what the house looks like.

Wednesday, November 26

Tank Top Count

The numbers are 99% tallied.  Drum roll somebody?.. and the number is!






























39




With Love,
Ann-Marie's arms.


Monday, November 24

Born Lippy

Let it known that yes, it is possible, you can have some fun while packing crap into boxes.  I present the following findings of the giant box(es) of Ann-Marie's room that has not been touched since the last time it was moved.  Life as I knew it was made up of:

  • Lots of mardi gras beads
  • Lots of music/photo CDs
  • Raspberry lipgloss from the Body Shop, mostly finished and probably 5-7yrs old.  If you're wondering if I gleefully put some on when I found it... you betcha
  • Diaries about my hard knock life as a white girl.. surprisingly like FIVE of them
  • Cards, Cards, Cards!  Birthday, Easter, Christmas, Kwanza .. so many cards
  • Bike Helmet
  • Power cords to god knows what
  • My Sweet 16 giant signed card from my friends/classmates
  • Andrea's creepy photocopied hand print from grade 8
  • Loose jewelry, belts, purses, shoes and photos
  • University English papers in a Strawberry Shortcake folder


Oddly enough I remember packing that, and my Dad asking if he could help me.  I said I totally had it covered: one box was for LITTLE STUFF and other boxes were for BIGGER STUFF... or something like that.  He thought that meant 'mystery boxes' of teddy bears and shoelaces... and I suppose now I looked into it, he was not far off at all!  I guess I figured if I ever needed any of it that I'd at least have it, and that was a in some kind of controlled mess, not knowing that you never ever do need any of that stuff really.  I enjoyed finding it but I will admit that I did part with much of the loot..  I just couldn't live knowing I was harboring beads.  lol. 

Somehow the old lip gloss though, ya that's a keeper.  I make no sense, hurray!


Tomorrow.. the ceremonious counting of the tank tops.  How many will I find?  I promise to post the unusually embarassing number next time.. whenever that will be!  Also, to keep you on edge, will I have the willpower to donate my Roxy clothes or simply sneak them into the "seasonal" box?  ONLY TIME WILL TELL.

Thursday, November 20

The extra in ordinary

Gmail finally gets interesting.... with themes!



Normally I would find this really annoying and look for the "go back to normal" button about as fast as people were joining GRR bring back the old facebook!!! groups.  I'm adventurous though, I gave it a look and wouldn't you know it's pretty cool!  For the record I think new facebook is fantastic because I dispise having to scroll down for 4 minutes through Apps on the page to write a message to anyone.  Why would people voluntarily spam themselves, I have no idea.  Anyhow the new Gmail is much easier on the eyes as well.  I had no idea just how boring it was to look at until yesterday ...and Google did a great job of getting well designed themes.  UNLIKE BLOGGER.  But that's another subject for another day.. a day that will hopefully never come lest my life be so boring I literally have nothing to do except threaten Google to design some new free templates.  Yes so let us never come to that day, shall we?  We'll stick to my opinons about stuff I like and the over abundance of situations I describe I was involved in where you really had to be there.. but I make you suffer through hearing about it anyway.  Like yesterday, this "learn the steps to this dance" for cool kids thing was going on.  I found that superduper cute, because inevitably the kids on the other end are too young to follow and make up new steps.  This was the uninterrupted action/dialogue sequence...


I jump *jump* I jump *jump*! Close eyes, open eyes, close eyes, open eyes. I need money. 
*takes my $20 bill off the desk and runs away laughing*



I happen to have re-injured my neck ..injury and I hurt myself A LOT laughing at that.  God that was fucking adorable.  I even kept laughing as I heard the words "break money" .. perhaps at the situation, or myself, being so injured a 3rd old just stole $20 from me and I couldn't do anything about it!

Also, since it will beThanksgiving for the lower 48 the first weekend we're moved in our new house, which I am thankful for.. here is a list of the top 5 things I am also thankful for.

- Memory foam pillows
- Coffee
- Amy's Organic Medium Chili
- my $20 bill is still intact
- ae Eagle First Edition Fleece Peacoat in Grey being officially on my xmas list!


One thing I am not thankful for? Mental retardation.

Do you even KNOW how much Roots is charging for their new furniture line???? It is  absolutely ludicris!  And I hate using the word ludicris, so you must trust that it absolutely IS ludicris.  $13,000 for a sectional???  Are you out of your damn minds?????!!!!!!

Wednesday, November 19

Confession

I'm not normally a religious person, but if you're up there, save me, Superman!.. from all this packing!!

So there's a little bit of snow falling outside.. looks a little like a miniature ticker-tape parade of icy death.  Gathering in numbers and waiting to strike down it's holiday vengeance on me, probably while trying to shop last minute for something. By the way, I disabled comments but now would be a really good time for someone to tell me if they or anyone they know actually finds use out of the Jack LaLanne Juicer?  They just came out with a new stainless looking one, I'm sure it still juices the same, but I basically always want to buy it for someone and then think well maybe they're like me and instead of buying massive amounts of fruit.. they'd like to go to Booster Juice and fughedaboudit.  Mostly because the fruit might go bad.  Who knows if the juice is really why Jack LaLanne is so awesome, but I am in disbelief there are any other 94 year old men work out 2 hours a day and swim 20 miles.  I really, really doubt it actually.. no offense to the elderly.  My maternal grandfather's mother Maria was in fantastic heath her whole life, and lived to the fruitful old age of 94 herself.  She was just in a wheelchair when she did it, and had some senile moments now and again.  Or as my grandma calls it "old timers". 

Ok I think I just realized I actually want someone to buy me one of these juicers OR bring me a vial of that man's blood.  Which one will I drink... ?  Guess you'll have to wait and find out.  Just kidding, I don't think the juice would do anything.

Actually it's funny because I made up some of the Vega smoothies for me and Brooke Sunday morning and I felt instantly better.  Usually I prefer to down about a gallon of ice cold OJ; so cold that ice chunks are still floating in it.  I don't know why but that's just a must for me to feel better after a bunch of wine+staying up till 3:30 in the morning. No ice, no dice.  The way I make the smoothie though, there is OJ in it and also the frozen berries keep it ridiculously cold, especially if you put it into a thermal metal tumbler.  Uh.. why am I still talking about this.  Oh, right, I don't want to go back to packing....... I thought Superman would have been here by now.

Tuesday, November 18

Sharing is caring

Don't let it ever be said that I don't share, because today you are about to learn the secret to making the perfect Mojito.  After talking to Ryan I realized that some people really appreciate the true art of tending bar, apparently he makes his own sweet water and everything which I will have to insist he make during our Christmas party at the new house.  Me though, I buy the mix!  If I've learned anything about drinking it is only make the drink as complicated as you're able to accomplish after enjoying 5 or so of whatever it is.  That also goes with feeding drinking people .. and why Sean does a pretty hilarious impersonation of me trying to cook everybody eggs.  It's easy and I make good eggs, what can I say.  Contrast that to the night in Toronto Brooke and I went bar hopping and I later tried to duplicate a really great recipe of Ann's Awesome Encheladas.  Except I didn't have the recipe and while Brooke was applying lipstick badly, I was making burriots with refried bean and meat in them and that is all.  It didn't taste good. 

So back to tending bar easily, if anyone has tried Smirnoffs already mixed Mojito I am sorry for you.. that is not what it's supposed to taste like.  After Sean and I came to this realization that something was seriously missing, I thought back to our second trip to the Olive Press.. and my perfectly mixed Mojito.  So what is it?  Fresh Basil, my friends.  Not crushed, just stirred in with a mountain of ice and fresh lime slice.. and possibly a little tonic water or if you're feeling sweet.. a sugar cube/sugar cane juice.

That little discovery .. plus some strawberries and rose wine fuled our Rockband "the too spookies" on it's way to stardom Saturday night.  Thanks to Wes and Brooke's skillz we now have about 4 million points!  I also don't think I will be able to ever listen to Down with the Sickness with a straight face ever again.  With my obsession with us playing things that progress the game, as of last night our band totally has a plane and I'm on Medium guitar now that the game announced we were "too awesome" on Easy.  Being too awesome was fun though ;)

Friday, November 14

Green

On a rare trip to Ikea a few weeks ago I found a cute, lovable, lonely little potted plant just sitting there atop some boxes in the warehouse.  For whatever reason I decided I needed to have it.  I thought well, little plant, if you can survive here.. I suppose my house wouldn't be all that more horrible.  I doubted, even with my unsurpassed talent for killing plants and flowers, that Ikea employed plant waterers to seek out lost and thirsty plants.. so this thing was basically on its own anyways.  I suppose I chose to completely forget about the Living Holiday Tree last year... because honestly, I think that thing would have chosen death next to being cared for by me.  In the end, it was a rotting stinking mess.  DYING WITH SPARKLES.  I think that may have even made the whole thing worse.. especially since I refused to believe it had expired.  What can I say, a person can only have so many amazing skills.. so unfortunately while I'm pretty awesome, I don't think gardening will ever become my old age hobby.

I am happy to report though that it's not just alive, but super alive!  I have managed not to over water it, or I dunno, look at it to death or whatever it is I do that kills these things.  (note: yeah so probably the over watering... it's not a cat, I should not feed it everyday).

So with the upcoming move I decided I really wanted to keep this not killing it thing going - call it a winning streak even - and wanted to identify just what type of plant this was so that I can see if I need to do anything special when we move to the new house.. without having to ask my grandma to do it for me.  i.e. accidentally kill it, because let's face it, I really rather not ask my grandma for help on anything.  I get enough of her opinion as it is.

Initially I was surprised to learn that Ikea just sells these things, really just selling you the terracotta pot with something alive in it for decoration.. and for all I know this could be an asbestos tree.

My pot is the one in the middle.  Nice pot but really, keeping terracotta live is not as much of a problem for me.  I'm not sure how responsible that is of Ikea, but either way I googled "identify my Ikea plant" and you would not believe how many people are in the same mystery-plant situation as me! (only their plants are dying....... suckas.) So after a lot of searching actually I finally identify that my plant is a Crassula Ovata (or Jade Plant).  It's a succulent and that means it is apparently totally fine with never getting watered.. and actually will start to flower if you make sure you withhold water from it at a certain point.



A plant that loves punishment? You have no idea how encouraging this is.  If this plant wants to be deprived, well then I can do that!  Apparently it doesn't even technically need soil!!!  Just a dish of water and a negelctful attitude.  Perfect!

Wednesday, November 12

Rockband, Quantum Leap and Charlie Brown

Nothing makes you feel like a failure at taking fun seriously like having a random person join your band as EXPERT BASE and blow your mind with the flurry.. nay.. a seizure of notes. Just saying: when you're that good, trolling at midnight for virtual bands, I think you need to just go ahead and invest that time into playing an actual instrument. Much more impressive at parties, which you will now be invited to probably.

So I am now the lead guitar in the indie-n00b Rockband called "the too spookies" .. coined from the most lovable 3yr olds constant association with all things Halloween and/or night related.

Speaking of fun.

So Andrea called me this afternoon to tell me about landing herself in the hospital in Banff with a concussion from skiing yesterday.  I'd like to think that's because she went without me, and I would have prevented it somehow but I am very glad she is ok.  Her description of a concussion was great though:  you have no idea how you got where you are, and why you're there.. like quantum leap.  Also everyone sounds like the teacher from Charlie Brown.  Wah wahh wah wahh.  Oh I love Charlie Brown.. so prolific it can be applied to anything in life.  Especially accidents.  Uhh, have a great day everyone, stay out of trouble and away from snow and ice :)



There are three things in life that people like to stare at: a flowing stream, a crackling fire and a Zamboni clearing the ice.
- Charlie Brown

Monday, November 10

You know, just Blogsense

The blogs I read are either just for fun, self-ish, editorial-ish or zine-ish... especially anything I talk about here, I hope it's clear that I in no way paint a clear picture of what life is all about - this "blog" is absolutely just all about me.  And I also should mention I don't know why anyone reads it.. it's not even well written! I mentioned the other day that was one of the qualities 100% necessary to my own reading enjoyment.  I'd hate reading this.

I do like reading content that makes me feel like somebody out there is really interested in doing something positive for someone else.  This whole week and some I've been keeping up with my usually recipe-only website material on Pioneer Woman.  Well, other than the black heels chapters.. I really can't help myself but read those while I'm there.  Instead of cooking up some of her stuff for dinner, I got to see and hear all about her husband and two girls visiting the Dominican Republic as part of a child sponsorship blogger project.  I thought that was a great experience for her daughters but it was only after hearing about how much of a difference being sponsored makes... knowing someone cares about you and wants to make sure that you recieve proper care and learning opportunities.  It just sounded like such a positive chance to make sure at the very least one child there will never feel forgotten about, to feel as if they don't matter, even if their actual conditions will not likely make any major change that their spirits inside could improve so much. 

Even though I do not personally associate myself to the church, or Jesus, I don't feel I need to reconcile that with my decision to sponsor a child.  There is nothing wrong with a little faith, no matter where it comes from sometimes.  I like to think I'm always interested in doing positive things someone else, I spend so much of my time around children but this is a little different.  I have yet to really understand that all children aren't as privileged in even the little things. I'm really looking forward to getting to know the 5yr old boy I sponsor, from the Philippines. I can't wait to write to him and get letters back all about the hopefully fun things he'll get to do in the community because of the program. Maybe I'll even blog about it :)



If you'd like to read about Compassion International, click here.

Sunday, November 9

Bandaid

Had a lot of fun last night celebrating Sean's birthday by goofing off with rockband and drinking beers.. which was his present ;)  I was actually the lead singer for our undisputed number one - Maps by the yeah yeah yeahs



Update:  rocked until Act4.. then put the world tour on hold around midnight because the band totally had to work tomorrow.

Discovery of the year.. our new house = huge rockband basement :)

Saturday, November 8

shake yer head; it's empty

I'm up a little late this evening.. watching CNN and reading Chictopia.  I forget that some people actually pay attention to what they wear all the time and it reminds me of dressing up and swapping barbie doll clothes with your friends.  I can't help but find that fascinating. 

Then ultimately I realize it's all headbands and tights and I think well fuck that, then.

Anyway I was reminded of these huge glasses my mother used to wear in the 90s - or insist on wearing if only to emphasize that she needed glasses but that truly she hated glasses.  Apparently the style is making a geek chic comeback, whatever that means. 


It's really an interesting memory because in reality her glasses were weaker than anything you could pick up at the pharmacy, just above simple GLASS, and my Dad insisted on me knowing this but I didn't care.  I was about 8 and thought her glasses were the coolest things on earth, and that it was totally awesome that she hated wearing them.  Since she did not need them, or wear them, I got my hands on them a bunch.. trying it on in the mirror.. being super dramatic about it and soon I was insisting that I needed glasses too.  I'd sneak them out of the house in my backpack and take them to school with me and wear them in class, like oh you know, these are just my ULTRA COOL GLASSES I TOTALLY HAVE TO WEAR BUT HATE THEM!  I got tons of attention from it and I have no idea why or what possessed me to do that other than imitating my mother.  I felt like a total grown up or something less lame than being 8 which was totally not interesting.  When I had the glasses on at home my Dad let me know that I looked absolutely ridiculous and I think that hurt my little tiny feelings or something - but soon I realized they did look stupid!  Huge buggy glasses on a tiny kid face.. just who did I think I was anyway?  Not my mother, that's for sure!  Nobody could be her, she was an absolute grown up who insisted on owning a pair of glasses that she didn't need... or wear.. but had just to make a big deal about how she had them but hated wearing them.  What a big deal it was, she was/is, she even has a fake accent now you know?

It's a wonder I ever felt being dramatic was as necessary as breathing air.

If you don't make a big deal about you, who will make a big deal about you?  Well turns out I'm not crazy, my mother actually is, which probably dawned on me the times she and I would drive around town (back when she still had a license) listening to Wilson Phillips and she'd insist that her and I could both read other people's thoughts.  Oh and then I realized I actually don't like being a big deal and 8 year old wearing freaky bug glasses was lame .. so I had to make up a story about getting contacts to explain why I stopped wearing them to all my suddenly curious classmates.  After that I got a bunch of comments all the time, mostly from boys, about how I must have gotten coloured contacts and that's why my eyes were so blue with this darker blue outline to them.  Because they weren't real.   I thought that was funny since they are real and I have my Dads eyes, which meant later on in life I really did need glasses.. and I currently wear them every flippin' day.  When I first got them I really did hate them though.  I felt ultra ugly, and not a big deal, and not super cool at all.  Instead I chose to squint as much as I could which was less cool looking than probably just wearing my damn glasses.  Then I got a pair of nicer glasses the next year and I changed my mind since it felt like they belonged on my face... and I forgot totally about this silly story.  lol.  How fantastically weird.

Chictopia maybe makes me think of older kids who play dress up though, and how I don't want to play - as fun as it looks.

Thursday, November 6

Is it just me?

If I ever see this fucking guy make this perma-lemonsucking face ever again I am going to punch my brain.




YOU KNOW YOU LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT RIGHT?

He has to know.

Is it just me or are the unfortunate times I get to see this fucking guy, whatever his name is, he looks and sounds like a narcoleptic drunk .. then when finally he stops speaking he goes with THIS face?



It blows me away that at no time am I not bothered by looking at him. I will put up with a lot, but apparently, this kind of stuff is what really puts me over the edge. 

Wednesday, November 5

Spotless

Since Christmas is around the corner (thanks Sears and The Bay for making that super clear!) I decided to get my Dad a regular "useful" gift for his birthday a few days ago so I could save my really good idea for later.  So I went right into Coles/Indigo and got him a big gift card so he can go book shopping since he mentioned he has not bought a book in a long time, which is odd for him.  While I was there I offhandedly picked something up for myself.


I am having fun reading it when I get a chance.  It's exactly the sort of book I like, and if you're wondering what sort of book that is.. it's well written stories.  I don't hate on anything but I sure will put it down fast if it's not well written as well as an honest and cohesive story, whatever it may be.. even if it's technically interesting as hell.  Like the DaVinci Code for instance, I am not really sure if I could read that.  Maybe if I were trapped somewhere. I should also mention for some reason my enjoyment of reading also comes from if I have selected the book myself, or if it was recommended.  I have no idea why!  Don't let that keep you from giving me a recommendation though if you have one, but I am pretty happy with what I am currently reading!

On another note I have done nothing today but drink coffee and clean my house because I had to show it at 3:00pm.  And by that I mean my entire house and pretty much an entire pot of coffee.  All I have to say about that is it sucked and I would not recommend it, and I had to take a shower after that because the coffee made me sweat.  After today I never thought I would be freaking glad the new house does not have 3 bathrooms.  With how lazy I am I cannot have 3 bathrooms.  It's just 3 opportunities to not clean a different bathroom and use another instead.  Yes that's really how the lazy mind works! 2 bathrooms is even pushing it.  It's like having 2 master bedrooms.. tell me you even make the bed in the one you have now.  If you're "other" bedroom were untidy I'm sure you'd just close the door.  Unless you're my grandma, in which case the sight of my 2 bathrooms I never let her use would have KILLED HER.  Literally she would just stop living if she saw it, or even heard about it.  Thank god she has no idea how to use the internet we got her in order to read this right now - aka refuses to use. 

Tonight I am tired as hell, sure, but I'll be drinking wine in my spotless house and I suppose that's alright too.  Spotless that is, if you don't open the linen closet :)

Monday, November 3

Freaky Friday

The freaky friday halloween party was pretty packed with booze and costumes. Like Venom, trying on my glasses, and decidedly my favourite is the girl beside him who was a character from a Tim Burton movie.


Countess B and me, a Living Doll.


The ladies I was hanging with being super drunk and awesome. I'd say my costume is less living dolly here and more specifically maybe Barbie's funner sister Tipsy Skipper.

I mentioned my current obsession being anything drink related and I will just say that I did have two interesting drinks that night.  The first was basically the swedish berry shot you can order at bars... and I was told how to make it and of course forgot.  It was exactly it though.  The other drink was blueberry flavoured vodka and soda.  When I say soda I don't mean American soda.. we all had different interpretations when Josh asked for "soda" and mine was Coke, Brooke thought it was Sprite and his mom had no idea so just bought Sprite.  Apparently what he wanted was actual soda, as in tonic water to most of you.  Not a bad drink at all though.

I also had the BEST Mojito last night when we took my dad out for his birthday at the Olive Press.  I will be going back basically for another Mojito.  You know that one item people usually order in every resturant to see how good it is, that is the thing I order, and yes I'm aware it's no longer summer.  It's seasonless as far as I'm concered!

Speaking of food.  Nobody really ate that much of Brooke's kitty litter cake... I don't know why.


It looks pleanty delicious.

;)

Friday, October 31

Beware: Impenetrable Candy Apple

Oh how I wish I didn't live in a townhouse that literally no children want to climb, even if I do have caramel apples.  Open bowl on the steps for everyone, again!  I wish there were a safe phrase where you can wrap homemade candy with a note saying "seriously I'm not putting razorblades in this" because I would do that.

And yes I chose caramel this time because 1. it's way easier to make and 2. the candy apple fiasco of 2005 where I went a little overboard with the candy coating.


That's about 12 inches of candy on top of those apples - it would take a wolverine to eat them.  But I packaged them nicely with notes saying "not poison apples" .. what more do people want????

Speaking of safe codes for candy.  Here's a list of  Kids Halloween Candy Codes.

To get some more action at my house I'm drawing a freaking Werthers Original chalk code on my driveway myself; it's so freaking cute.  That's right everyone... they should have a code for me, the false candy coder.  Or maybe that's what the ominous BEWARE lollipop code was for? False coders... and the house that gives out aspirin or edible underwear.

Now that I think about it, I don't think that code was a lollipop at all... I think it's actually an impenetrable candy apple!  They must have heard about me.

Thursday, October 30

Drink me

I've become slightly preoccupied with all things drink related lately.  It all started the morning of the wedding I made sure we HAD to have mimosas, and the chilly morning after breakfast we had a formal teacup tea party with the fireplace going.  Well, more like I conned everyone into having tea because when we left for the wedding one of my cousins left the screen door open and it was so ridiculously cold I'm sure I could have suggested pouring the tea in everyones pants and they would have agreed with the same enthusiasm.  I don't think I have seen anything funnier than Wes with a teacup asking if there was anything specific he's supposed to be doing with it.  lol.  Yes sing us a song!

Now I find myself only drinking the wine we had at the wedding whenever there's a choice... and really excited to use it in the new italian wine decanter we got as a gift.  So we did that when Brooke came over and I finally got to taste the red, which everyone thought was crazy awesome, because I am a wine spiller like I've mentioned and red wine on a white dress is the subject of probably a lot of night terrors for people.  I don't know who those people are but clearly we need to switch nightmares.  Anyway it was amazing and I'm sure just a momentary drink fascination.. if you start drinking expensive wine all the time I'm sure it'll seem regular eventually.  The decanter is great though, so I still have an excuse for a little while still ;)




I also have been making quite a lot of hot chocolate.  Starbucks actually just came out with some new "signature" hot chocolate flavours and I was excited for that - the ad even suggests its just like your favourite cashmire sweater.. it's like they read my mind!  One of my favourite things in the world is any kind of chocolate with hazelnuts but their hazelnut hot chocolate was actually really disappointing.  I'd even go so far as to call it NOT chocolate instead of hot chocolate.  Ok I would never call it that but it was pretty bad.. way too nutty or something that made it awful. I am planning having a halloween night Pumpkin Spice latte tomorrow, maybe it will help me to forgive them for screwing the hot chocolate right up.

If I have any other exciting beverages tomorrow night at the freaky friday party I will be sure to let you know.. I do know there will be a kitty litter cake so I may need just about anything to wash that image away.  Ohhhh gross.

Happy Halloween everybody!
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