Saturday, October 14, 2006
An Addendum On The Fair
So Pa (being the up-to-date Pa that he is (also the one with the rebel digital that I so deperately want and don't have) ) was nice enough to email me some photos of munchkin at the fair. I thought I'd share one of her on HER FIRST RIDE EVER! Really, I'd post more photos. But as I've already stated, I basically suck. I don't have a digital and I haven't hooked up my 6 in 1 beast yet either.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Wonders Never Cease
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Sorry. I've Been Busy Stuffing My Face.
Holy sheep shoot.
I need to post more.
Sorry kids.
This past weekend was Thanksgiving for those of us north of the border. I had the pleasure of consuming 2 turkey dinners. One of which was...I can't even say it....ahem....deep fried. Sacrilege!
I couldn't believe it. There it was, in all of it's bare and dimpled glory, boiling away in a great silver vat of oil. Indeed, a part of me has died. Despite the turkey defamation, it was a lovely day. Sun breaking through the lightened branches, illuminating reds, gold and ambers; laying striking shadows along dampened ground. My mama's house was packed to the hilt with 25 crazy people who bear some sort of resemblance to my self. I was in charge of vegetables. So I made a Butternut Squash Soup and 2 Baked Cauliflower dishes. One in a green chile sour cream with shredded cheddar. And one in a roasted red pepper sauce with a crumble of goat cheese. There was of course the mash, stuffing, brussel sprouts, rolls, salad and loads of gravy. Dessert was an array of mini- mousse cakes, ranging from chocolate decadence to pumpkin swirl and pecan delight, fresh from a friend's local bakery. My sister in law donated her fabulous -from- scratch lemon meringue pie and Grandma made apple pie.
The next day we ventured on over to the other half's. Dinner there is ultra traditional (aka not fried). You can bet there will always be a slow roasted bird, sliced carrots, mashers, stuffing, yorkshire pudding and loads of gravy. Dessert is always homemade pumpkin pie. I love sameness. It's so reliable.
Monday I finally made it to the fair. Ms. Munchkin went on her first ride ever! It was a train of cars that went around in a loop with a small hill somewhere in the middle. I set her in then had to stand behind the gates. My heart was pounding in my throat as I waved the red balloon so she could see where I'd gone to. But she never looked back. She took hold a'that wheel and she turned and turned. I kept having nightmarish visions of all the children trying to get out and being mutilated by miniature purple cars. But the ride ended safely of course, and Ms. Munchkin was stoked for another ride. She had her heart set on riding a dragon rollercoaster but she wasn't 'this high'. So Super Auntie took her through the fun house that exits on to a giant slide. Loved it! By the end of the day we'd nourished ourselves well with Fries, icecream, fudge and popsicles. And let's not forget the spoils. Grandma bought baby to be a handmade set of a hat, mits and a coat. But it was Ms. Munchkin who took the cake. Super Uncle won her a giant purple unicorn, by shooting out the star with the rifle. He also won her a Secrets Care Bear by winning a frog race. While grandma braved it out with the guess your weight and brought home the little black puppy. Munchkin slept with all of them last night....and I went to bed right after her.
I need to post more.
Sorry kids.
This past weekend was Thanksgiving for those of us north of the border. I had the pleasure of consuming 2 turkey dinners. One of which was...I can't even say it....ahem....deep fried. Sacrilege!
I couldn't believe it. There it was, in all of it's bare and dimpled glory, boiling away in a great silver vat of oil. Indeed, a part of me has died. Despite the turkey defamation, it was a lovely day. Sun breaking through the lightened branches, illuminating reds, gold and ambers; laying striking shadows along dampened ground. My mama's house was packed to the hilt with 25 crazy people who bear some sort of resemblance to my self. I was in charge of vegetables. So I made a Butternut Squash Soup and 2 Baked Cauliflower dishes. One in a green chile sour cream with shredded cheddar. And one in a roasted red pepper sauce with a crumble of goat cheese. There was of course the mash, stuffing, brussel sprouts, rolls, salad and loads of gravy. Dessert was an array of mini- mousse cakes, ranging from chocolate decadence to pumpkin swirl and pecan delight, fresh from a friend's local bakery. My sister in law donated her fabulous -from- scratch lemon meringue pie and Grandma made apple pie.
The next day we ventured on over to the other half's. Dinner there is ultra traditional (aka not fried). You can bet there will always be a slow roasted bird, sliced carrots, mashers, stuffing, yorkshire pudding and loads of gravy. Dessert is always homemade pumpkin pie. I love sameness. It's so reliable.
Monday I finally made it to the fair. Ms. Munchkin went on her first ride ever! It was a train of cars that went around in a loop with a small hill somewhere in the middle. I set her in then had to stand behind the gates. My heart was pounding in my throat as I waved the red balloon so she could see where I'd gone to. But she never looked back. She took hold a'that wheel and she turned and turned. I kept having nightmarish visions of all the children trying to get out and being mutilated by miniature purple cars. But the ride ended safely of course, and Ms. Munchkin was stoked for another ride. She had her heart set on riding a dragon rollercoaster but she wasn't 'this high'. So Super Auntie took her through the fun house that exits on to a giant slide. Loved it! By the end of the day we'd nourished ourselves well with Fries, icecream, fudge and popsicles. And let's not forget the spoils. Grandma bought baby to be a handmade set of a hat, mits and a coat. But it was Ms. Munchkin who took the cake. Super Uncle won her a giant purple unicorn, by shooting out the star with the rifle. He also won her a Secrets Care Bear by winning a frog race. While grandma braved it out with the guess your weight and brought home the little black puppy. Munchkin slept with all of them last night....and I went to bed right after her.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Time To Smarten Up and Buy A New Car
Time to finish my degree...in math. And then I'm going to buy this car. Hopefully by then they'll be able to apply this technology to my love mobile (car that is). Seeing as I'm all about safety first, I've also decided to have my breasts enlarged.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Random Thoughts and Improbable Deductions
~ David Hasselhoff singing Rooster by Alice in Chains.
~ Why do matches smell like feet? Feet smell like cheese~ cheese is made from milk~ milk comes from cows~ cows fart~ farts are smelly gas~ Matches produce sulphur~ Sulphur is a smelly gas ∴ matches smell like feet.
~ Cat dies ≠ can't go to work
~ November 3rd, 2006
~ "He scares me so!"
~ In the good ole days we used a bottle and a dime.
~ December 16th, 2006
~ Why do matches smell like feet? Feet smell like cheese~ cheese is made from milk~ milk comes from cows~ cows fart~ farts are smelly gas~ Matches produce sulphur~ Sulphur is a smelly gas ∴ matches smell like feet.
~ Cat dies ≠ can't go to work
~ November 3rd, 2006
~ "He scares me so!"
~ In the good ole days we used a bottle and a dime.
~ December 16th, 2006
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