I’ve moved on over to atlanticmama.wordpress.com….
Come and join me over there!!
I’ve moved on over to atlanticmama.wordpress.com….
Come and join me over there!!
With an Internet blackout, I am typing this away on my desktop…. The blog-gods will be appeased with this… right?
Anyways I was thinking tonight about the amount of jackets I used to own when I lived back in Canada.
Oh the times of Talia and Jaime, those 2 cousins that lived together and had a huge hall-closet and between them had many a jacket. It was packed full of jackets….
In particular, I believed that Talia had a very nice woolen Pea-Coat that I adored. I think it came from L.L. Bean. I might have worn it every chance I could.
For some reason tonight while I was watching Big Brother, one of the contestants was wearing a jacket that not only reminded me of Talia, but also of University in general.
The jacket that Brendan was wearing was exceptionally cheap looking. Total faux-leather with faux-sheepskin on the collars. Awful. Reminded me of a jacket I owned in the ’90’s.
Faux leather…. Naugahyde to be exact.. Like my Gramp’s couch.
I thought that jacket was awesome. It cost $20, that I clearly remember. It was total faux-everything, and buttoned up like a suit-jacket. I wore it everywhere. I thought it made me look professional. Or cool. Or a combination of both. And then a friend of mine bought the same one…. Unprompted and without knowing that I had it. That must have meant that I had good taste, right?
And in retrospect, it was the most awful jacket you have ever seen. But it was the nineties, so that…well, that was the way it went, eh?
Again, that jacket-cupboard was full of lovely jackety things. All sorts of grey, black and dark brown. Several types of navy coats. An old smoking jacket. One or two coats made of synthetic materials… it was a glorious array of coats…and scarves and gloves… good times….
And then on a completely different topic, I just found this lovely blog which is full of pretty things to look at. And interesting things to read…. probably you want to go and check it out. For reals.
I am considering making some more changes to my blog…..
This is an ongoing thing with me, as I try to improve and expand etc etc
One of the biggest changes I am comtemplating is a name-change.
So far I have one idea…. message me if you want to hear more *hint hint*
Dudes…. I got nothing for you tonight…
Post birthday feast @ Flying Fish at DisneyWorld.
Currently on the floor of my livingroom watching tivo’d Big Brother….
See ya’lls tomorrow! xoxo
I got home today thinking that things were pretty much in order….
Sped home, picked up V, dashed to Publix and got home at a reasonable time. 6 pm. Not too shabby!
Dinner preparations began. First some peas….
I heated them up, cooled them off a little, walked over to him and slowly spilled them onto his highchair top. He giggled. I guess the sight of all those peas rolling around was quite funny.
Peas are his new favorite vegetable to eat whole. He happily picks them off his tray and stuffs them into his little mouth. During this stuff-in time, I add some cubed Edam cheese while I heat up a veggie pattie in the microwave.
My new favorite foods for him are from *surprise* WholeFoods! I know thats a huge shocker… But they do have the best gluten/wheat free selection I have found in town, and also have an interesting selection of gluten-free toddler food.
I cooled the veggie-tot down on the counter, but pick up and hand delivered it to V’s table, to his apparent delight.
One piece in. No problem. And chewed to evident delight.
Number 2 hit that little mouth and the screams that issued after could seriously have woken the dead. I spun around, only to see V clawing at his little mouth.
Oh. My. God.
I quickly figured out that it was just too hot for that tender little palate. I swear I temperature tested it before hand…. bad mummy. I felt so horrible. That little face was so red and those little eyes were clenched shut. I did an ‘extraction’…. which means that I scooped that little mess right out of his mouth. Oh man. There was a hidden chunk of potato that was hotter than everything else. Oh that poor little mouth…
But problem solved… he has such a good temperament that he quickly moved past it and went on to stuff something else in there. Oh great. Same thing. Veggie tots. Hot.
Scream. Wail. Shriek. Claw at face. Turn red. Awesome.
By this time I was almost crying myself…. more mad at myself than anything. How could I have missed that piece that was slightly hotter than everything else? So much for my temperature testing skills…..
And then…..*sigh* it happened again.
Clearly I can’t tell temperature at all. Seriously!
This time it was so hot that those little chubby fists shook with frustration while those finger tried to claw everything out of that mouth.
Again, how did I miss this. Or was it just hot enough that, piled on top of the other hot things it pushed everything over the limit.
I felt awful. AWFUL.
Bad mummy. I completely checked everything temperature-wise…. perhaps I just…. oh… I don’t know…. I still feel awful. I gave him some ice-cream to cool that little mouth of his down. We brushed his teeth and off he went to bed.
Worst Mummy Ever. Total WME event. Embarrassingly enough, on top of all of this I felt the need to share this with random Internet-slash-family.
Clearly I am just looking for punishment…
A new feature I am thinking about adding to my blog as either a weekly or bi-monthly event. By event, I really mean ‘post’.
I am looking to feature interesting people and/or interesting blogs/websites. If this works the way I hope it will, I eventually want to add a give-away element to it too.
But for now, it will just be a feature….
Tonight’s Sunday Night Featurette will be….
Queen of cakes and sarcasm.
And a family member, so you know this is going to be flattering….. (she’s so purdy)
Celine hails from the West Coast of Canada. Or Wet Coast. Or however you like to call it. She migrated South, as all people tend to do, a few years ago and settled on the West Coast of Florida for a few years. She joined Publix and immediately began her meteoric rise. Quickly moving her way from associate (clerk) to Assistant Bakery Manager, mostly by sheer skill. And charm. She quickly moved inland to the Orlando area, where she is currently residing and plotting her take-over of all things bakery…
That Canadian work ethic is no match at all for… well…. anything. For real.
Especially considering the pure lack of ethic that appears to be so common these days…..
That girl can bake a mean cake/pie/muffin/cupcake
That woman can tease a mean rock-a-billy poof (pending pictures).
That sister from another mister can decorate like you wouldn’t believe. And even if you do believe, if you saw it you still wouldn’t believe it could be that amazing.
She is amazingly creative, something which she has always had a flare for…. She shows it so clearly in her creations, especially the way her fingers delicately tease that fondant into the most interesting shapes.
For her cake-skillz in the Orlando area… please email me @ email@example.com
Spending time in a tattoo studio is interesting. I’ve been in one several times before…. but this was the first time that I’ve been in one with someone that has been in one on a regular basis. She’s pretty colourful. And pretty. And pretty and colourful at the same time.
As was my experience….
I learned things maybe I shouldn’t share with the public.
Things about going to Greece and France…. that aren’t really involved with travel. At all. Who knew. But in retrospect, it made lots of sense.
I also didn’t know that blow-jobs and chicken go hand-in-hand… Apparently they do. But that it also stops after marriage. So don’t get married or those two will no longer go hand in hand…. If they ever did. Except in the realm of imagination and tattoo parlours.
I had many conversations about drugs, chicken, foreign countries, sex, sex, sex, sex and sex. And penises. I didn’t even know how to pluralize that word. Thank god for spell-check.
Mostly I just listened and absorbed. Absorbed what? I couldn’t really say. It’s been absorbed already. It’s in there though, floating around. I am sure that it will all resurface at some point… Most likely on my next trip. Once C and I work out the kinks to my cap sleeve.
Did you know that she is my tattoo muse?
If you are looking for ideas, let me know…. she might consult, for a fee that is… I’ll make sure you get a family rate. No worries….