There’s one way to fee like a tourist even if you’re only a few kms from your home: eat breakfast somewhere on a weekday.
My friend and I went to Jack & Lois last Friday morning. I looked at the menu and what did I see included with your brekkie? Grilled cheese. I was sold! A place after my own heart. Homer Simpson is to donuts what I am to GC.
We had the whole entire patio to ourselves and it was a stellar sunny day outside. Even though we were in Hamilton and I live in the city beside it, the street itself is changing daily and has become pretty touristy. James Street North is now famous for its Supercrawl festivals and lots of places to eat are popping up everywhere.
Go when everyone else is rushing to work. Grab a seat and people watch. Drink as many cups of coffee as you can but take your time. Enjoy your food slowly and on the way back to your car, scope out a place you can try next.
I went to jail this summer…and it was so much fun! No, I’m not promoting activities of ill repute that would land you in the clink. A family reunion in Cantley, QC, just outside of Ottawa, gave me an opportunity to stay at the Ottawa Jail hostel. #hiottawajail
“My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun,” ~Sir Mix-a-Lot Oh I’ve got buns. A whole bag of them, to be exact. The large assortment of ciabatta, bagel, kaiser and dinner rolls that was only $2.75 at Walmart … Continue reading →
In addition to figuring out what colour to paint the hugely heavy hall tree I scored for nothing on a local Facebook group, looking for freelance/part-time work and maintaining an acceptable level of sanity, I’m debating whether or not I should have an actual website.
I helped a friend set up a Wix website recently, so I went on and checked out some of the free options. It looks pretty cool but the big part for me would be trying to upload/prepare pdfs and samples of my writing. The ominous and overwhelming box of magazines sits in the back corner of my garage. That reminds me that I should bring it into the house before a mouse decides to turn it into a paper shred hotel.
Maybe I’ll wait until the kids are done school before I start. Why then? Because it’s a slow time of year (work wise) for me. I can Wixify my life out in the back yard while the kids are in the pool. I just have to make sure my computer – and my precious magazines – stay dry.
Last summer I had a chance to go glamping and even though I brought three kids (my 2 and my niece) it was both relaxing and fun. They couldn’t get over how fancy our ‘tent’ was. Read about my experience on Look Local magazine. The article was so popular it had over 900 kits in the 2 days after it was posted. Can’t wait to find another place to get my glamp on.
I’m an avid Pinterest pinner, pretty much like everyone else in the world. My problem is that I pin but don’t create. I have 44 boards, 2.1k pins and nothing to show for it. Finally I found something several weeks ago on the site that I thought was just simple enough for me to tackle, (inexpensive) even though the project was for the kids.
Will this be the pin that finally broke my pinner’s block? Probably not but they did have fun. And it will make a cute centerpiece for the dining room table on Sunday.
I didn’t want to get out of the bathtub. It’s so peaceful there, but I had to eventually – only to write a blog post before bed…
…about bathtubs. Well, more like their surroundings. When you listen to music, do you make up an elaborate story or some kind of sequence that would match a movie score? I do – depending on my mood and what music is playing.
I also like to find pictures within objects. In the summer I could see the face of a fawn in my fence while I lounged on the deck chair by the pool.
In my bathtub there are other animals and creatures to keep me company. Within the tiles I’ve spotted an angry grizzly bear head, tiny sloth face, a piranha-like fish mid-air ready to strike on its prey and Groot from Guardians of the Galaxy. Oh, and for a brief moment there was also a raptor head but that’s since evaded me and I can’t see it anymore. At first I wasn’t sure if the bear was more like a tiger but now I’m sure it’s a grizzly.
I always face the same way when I’m in the tub, but maybe next time I’ll try the other way to see what new hidden objects I can find.
Pictorial perspective also equals pictorial distraction. Thinking about something odd or random also leaves your mind sort of free to think of everything and nothing, but in a completely peaceful way.
We used to have 6 fish: 5 various types of mollies and 1 fancy tailed guppy.
One day, when I was looking across the room I noticed the water was getting green. I also noticed the guppy seemed to be missing.
I walked closer to the tank and couldn’t the little blue guy anywhere. 2 weeks later when the water was more like pea soup I cleaned the tank. There wasn’t even any evidence of his bones. Did he disintegrate or did he get eaten? Did he become weak and get sucked into the filter? I know the cats didn’t do it because there’s a glass top on the tank all of the time.
I’m suddenly addicted to raisin toast. I’ve always liked it, just haven’t eaten any for a while. Boobs, Mrs. Loo & Mrs. Muffin & I usually go out for breakfast on the weekend and for whatever reason I changed from my usual rye toast to raisin. It’s buttery, crispy, cinammony and sweet…(I had 3 pieces for lunch yesterday, limited myself to 2 today).
I have no idea why but raisin bread is the only way I’ll tolerate them in baked goods. They have no business being in cookies, butter tarts, covered in chocolate, nor will I eat them out of a little red box.
This picture illustrates exactly how I feel:
You can actually hear him hiss the word: “Raisins”.
I do anyway.
I’ve had this happen to me before. It is SUCH a major letdown. I bought 2 cookies at a fancy bake shop (all their other stuff I love) and was pissed that I’d mistaken those dark bits behind the display case for chocolate. You’re all excited about eating a chocolate chip cookie but then you’re immediately angry and feel duped.
I’m going to go hug my loaf of raisin bread and tell it that I love it.