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Month: September 2013

  • I couldn’t go to dance today because I’ve strained all the muscles in my left leg. I did this at the last class, of course, and I didn’t notice it was bothered until yesterday, and today it really hurts. Only when I walk though, and try to stand up from sitting in a chair. So lame. (Literally!)

    I have no plans for the weekend except to clean my bathroom, which is getting crusty (I think that’s the right word for it…) Also I want to make something with the tomatoes that my parents brought me last weekend. A sauce, perhaps, or many many bacon and tomato sammiches. You may guess that I am leaning towards the later, and you would be correct. Or hummus and bacon sammiches, maybe, since those are, technically, healthy, and I enjoy them a great deal (though not as much as the bacon version). Pepper is an important ingredient in either recipe.

    I’ve been reading “Divisidaro” by Michael Ondaatje. I compare all books by Mr. Ondatje to “The English Patient,” which I read when I was nineteen, so there’s never any comparison, really. BUT, he seems to get more “accessible” as he goes (from one book to the next) so that means that more people will want to read them. So that’s good. But for me it means that some of the mystery is lost. I haven’t read anything (ANYTHING) earlier than TEP so I should probably go back and see what he was like before. I’d give an example, but my copy of TEP is in Duncan (I hope). Later.

    I’ve also recently watched “Still Life – A Three Pines Mystery” on the CBC television. I only watched it because it was flashed on their online watching site and I was all “hay! I like mysteries! And it’s Canadian!” (this is how I talk). It took me a few tries to get through it because I kept wandering off in the middle and/or going to bed. After watching a lot of British mystery shows of late, it was refreshing to have a similar set-up only with Canadian accents. (It was like that time I went to England and was so happy to hear Peter Mansbridge talking on the airplane on the way home.) But the novelty of this wore off pretty quick as I kept watching and noticing CBC obviousness (dude’s impatient… so he Looks At His Watch) and some overly dramatic acting.

  • Tonight I did not want to go to dance.  I’ve had a headache all day and feeling crummy and floaty (from the headache still being there but not being able to feel it due to 2 kinds of painkillers!  Maybe).  And totally unfocused!  But then as usual I got hom from work and immediately made my supper, got changed into my dance clothes, then ate and napped and was off to dance class.

    I walked there, and I was so pleased.  It’s been a while since I’ve had the strength and energy to both walk to the studio and then do a dance class. I wasn’t totally wiped out for class from walking there and then up all the stairs.  I was feeling strong and like I remember feeling when I was in amazing shape one-and-a-half years ago.  Or getting there at least.  Happy.

    I walked home, too, to try and tucker myself out.  Wednesday is going to be a bad day for going to sleep, I think.

    ***

    My goals for the winter are as follows:

    1. Never be cold.
    2. Learn to cook a roast beef.

     

  • I spent this weekend with Amber and Mia, and also with Susan.  We went to the aquarium in Sidney and I wasn’t afraid.  There’s no picture of me there, however, so I guess there’s nothing to proove I was there.

    We went for fish and chips of course, at Fish on Fifth and I had gravy on my fries and all was well. Mia had a maccachee that just blew all our minds, as it was deepfried into triangular pockets.  Crazy.

    On our return home  from we all had super-naps.

    Super late fancy dinner followed.  (It didn’t finish until off unitl after 10! which is way past all of our bedtimes.)  We dressed up, of course and went to Milestones which is our favorite. The taller of us had fancy mojitos.  The short one had a fancy ice cream dessert. We were all happy.

    Time with friends went way too quickly.

  • How To Make Corn on the Cob
    By Lindsie

    Ingredients

    • Corn (on cob)
    • water

    Story:
    I grew up with my dad growing corn every summer, and while I don’t like corn for most of the year, I quite like it in late August when my it’s from my dad’s garden.  When I lived at home I’d eat a quite a bit if it was a good year and get sick of it.  Since I don’t live at home anymore, I might get one or two cobs a year if I go for a visit at harvest time.  It is the best corn in the whole world.

    My parents lately brought me a whole pile of fresh produce from the garden.  In this pile was two ears of corn just for me.  What a good idea! since it’s the only corn I ever eat.  After they left I realized I’ve never cooked corn on the cob before.  But I remember being around at home when corn on the cob was being made, so I supposed I could figure it out.  (By this same logic I have also boiled chicken bones for soup and could potentially build a rock wall.)

    How to:
    Remove corn cobs from their casings.  Bring water to a boil in a pot big enough for the corns to have a comfortable hot-tub. Plop naked corns into the boiling water and leave for seven minutes.

    Remove corn from water with tongs (or big holey spoon if you usually survive without tongs) and eat.  Leave the water in the pot to cool and pour on your garden or plants.

    I like to eat my corn on the cobs plain because this is how it tastes best. Also, I don’t like getting greasy if I use butter.

  • I just remembered I had a blog.  I remembered last night when I stayed up late reading it.  I’m funny.  Also, fun fact: I used to review all the books I read.  Fun fact # 2: I used to read books.  The book I am reading now is the Reader’s Digest “Stories of Everyday Things.”  I love everyday things!  Like crackers and detective stories and eyeglasses and stuff like that.  I’m about to read about fads (I’ve just reached the letter ‘f’.)

    Yesterday was one of those days where I couldn’t do anything unless I was dressed *just so*.  I had to wear my red floopy hat, for example.  Then I had to take it off in a hurry because my head was hot!  It’s summer and my red floopy hat is for winter.  I’m silly.

    Problem. I need a hair cut but I keep getting compliments on how cute my hair is.  Oh, Dear Diary, why does life present me with such challenges?  I already cancelled one appointment twice.  The second time was definately not within the 24 hours the hair place “requests” they recieve to make a cancellation.  I was all “f-you, hair place!” I didn’t really say that but I felt like maybe I should since I was totally Breaking The Rules!

    This is the day I put a new design on my website.  I must be in a bit of a mood.  The mood I am in is: I just had pancakes with lots of syrup. Mm.