The chickens, the rabbits, the cats, and the turtle....
Gambit & Ace
and her posse were out of town camping, so Sean and I held down
the farm. Which means I held down the farm. The first morning
there were fourteen eggs! I took them to work and Lauren W.
took them home and made egg salad for a bunch of people at work
the next day. Not including me, because egg salad frightens
Plus? It's a sandwich.
Remember Baby Ace?
This is him with Gambit - he wouldn't look at the camera because
he was hungry.
chicken on the left is laying on the eggs keeping them warm,
and eyeballing me because she knows what I'm after. Then the
old hag on the right climbs up on the shelf to squawk at me
and make me fear for my eyes. Three day egg total: 24.
Eddie the turtle
not pictured, because I totally forgot to take a picture of him.
Cary & Lauren W.
model and Lauren's project were featured on the cover of the
Daily Journal of Commerce. Lauren is not only leaving us, she
is also leaving South Park Library project, which just so happens
to be in the neighborhood she lived in.
It was cool to see Cary's model on the cover of the paper!
I ordered a quiche at Gretchen's because the others went to
Great Harvest Bakery (I'm just not a sandwich fan) next door.
This quiche is called the "spinach
Todd helps out
red onion quiche". Now take a look at my plate - do
you see all that evil? It's green olives and black olives.
Look at how many there are! And it was a small
piece of quiche!Now I can understand that
some of you freakshows like olives and I'm relatively cool with
that, but olives are expensive! Wouldn't they want to advertise
it like "Twenty Olives Quiche" or something? You know
that the taste of olives spreads throughout. Arrrgh I was so
mad. They list three ingredients but not the MAIN ingredient?!?
Am I dwelling? YES I AM.
Also? Wasabi potato chips + espresso = NO.
Left the lights on again yesterday. That's twice in, um, four
years? Looking forward to Canadianizing my car with automatic
P.S. Okay I'm wrong - I just googled my own page and saw that it was
only two years ago. At least
we didn't pop all of my fuses and freak out my electrical system this
time. One of my reverse lights still doesn't work
from that incident.
And finally! Lauren W's Going Away Party Okay I'm going feed the rabbits, collect the chicken eggs,
feed the cats and the turtle, then go to work.
04-09-05 Hey Everyone.
My comments got hacked tonight and we think we've fixed everything,
but if things here are awful, I'm sorry. I can't stay up all night
just waiting for them to hack me again.
I apologize if you were here earlier. All of my comments were redirecting
to T ubgirl.
Lauren M's Surprise Mani-Pedi Bridal Shower from Work!
The Johnston Architects Girls
The bride getting pampered
Alison & Sonia!
knew something was up, but she wasn't sure when or where or
what. We told her fiance Kyle to keep her schedule clear for
At 4:30 we told her it was time to go, and we all walked across
the street to Kathy's Nails. I made cookie bars, Sara brought
truffles, and Chris brought a bouquet of flowers. It was fun
having the women from work being relaxed and girlie. We also
gave her a fat gift certificate (thanks to Ray & Mary
and all of us collectively) to Chez
Shea for her and Kyle to have a super-romantic meal.
It was such good timing since it was a stressful week for
many people in my office!
(Lauren Woodward moves to Texas next week.)
Chris, Lauren W., and Sara
High class flip-flops
Going home all shiny and new
Amy's Bridal Shower
this morning. Coal's Introduction BBQ this afternoon, and Lauren Woodward's
Going Away BBQ tomorrow afternoon.
are some people in your life that you will never, ever be able
to describe. You can start a sentence but then you'll just start
laughing and you can't even finish. Or you may not be able to
find the words, because those words aren't in our language.
Shane likes to do somersaults anywhere. He likes to go to the
park to throw things. Frisbees, marbles, anything. He doesn't
walk, he stomps. He doesn't have normal conversations for more
than a few minutes without changing it to "Okay! So would
you rather eat a bag of worms or have to have sex with your
brother?" or "How far do you think I can throw this?"
And to make it worse, Sean and I continue the conversation as
if it's completely normal. "Can I cook the worms? Can I
be on drugs?"
I bet you can throw it from *here* to *here*.
have decided that when I have kids, Shane is going to be "Uncle
Robot", because he's the most un-human human I
know. I have no doubt that our kid(s) will be convinced that
he is, in fact, a robot. His energy is ceaseless. He doesn't
simply move, he darts. He is hilarious seconds upon
waking up, and his brain doesn't move in a straight line. Ever.
Shane asked us to wake him up when we got up yesterday morning.
This is a fun game we play every morning. And he'll say "No!
Really! Make sure I wake up!"
The next morning:
Sean: Shane! Wake up!
Shane: Okay! Good night!
Sean: SHANE! It's time to get up!
Shane: Okay! I love youuuu! Zzzzzzz
(An hour later)
Me: Okay Shane, no really, you wanted us to get you up.
Shane: Okay I'm just going to count to uhh, three hundred,
then I'll get up.
The best part of this is seeing Shane in his element - with
all of the cousins in one room. The conversation just bounces
off the wall in Canadianisms and insanity and brilliance all
combined. Michael, Jason, Roxanne, Debra, Sean..... I can think
of no better crowd to just sit and talk with. They're all cuckoo.
No reason for this post, really. I just wanted to post these
pictures, and I wanted to make it clear that this wasn't a big
funny thing or some strange event. It's just.... Shane.
Looking at Sean to save him
The inside of my right thigh
Looking at me to save him
Clingy cat (he was wet and he just wanted to sit on
The bath water after (Eeewww!)
He's an indoor cat -
how did he get so dirty since
link P.S. I'm heading to the store to get groceries. It's not even
7 a.m. yet. Ugh.
of all, Andrea,
I just realized when I set up that title link - you never even asked
me to bake these! I must've seen Danica and assumed it said
Dayment and jumped right down to the recipe. We made these
stupid cookies for no reason! Which brings me to, Second of all, they
aren't almond biscuits as much as they are biscotti. No matter
how you slice it. Booorrrrrrring. And sticky to roll out. And dry.
vanilla? No almond flavoring?
Oh and I also did an egg white instead of an egg yolk which made them
even drier. Mmmmm. (It was an accident - I mean, how do you
pick out an egg white?)
I was all "Okay! Hunker down! Give Jalen a bath!" and then
I realized that I haven't updated for 48 hours and I'm losing blog
readers by the DOZENS and suddenly I feel pressured to update or I'll
lose my blog friends.
I know sad huh?
And I just don't want to give him a bath.
Okay, okay I'm going now.
And I promise to take pictures.
anyone up for some second-day chocolate fondue? Since it was so yummy
the first time?
I didn't do much this weekend - a bunch of work for Amy's
final project for school, training for the World Championship of Moraff's
MoreJongg, making Kraft dinner because I didn't want any of the
leftovers in the fridge, sleeping too much, and, ummm... I'm sure
I did something useful....
IS THERE ANY REASON WHY OUR STEREO LOVES TO PLAY ALANIS MORISSETTE?
IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY?!?
Our cat Jalen is in dire need of a bath. He doesn't even go outside.
I can't figure it out.
Hee hee! Rabbit ears
morning Sean yelled "Baby? There's a tour bus at our house!"
and yup, there was. Some group to look at our ditch, as groups tend
to do. But this was the first time the group had a tour bus. I wonder
if they were from another city. It's strange having a big group of
strangers staring at your yard and discussing it.
Man, we need to mow the lawn.
I wonder if they thought that.
Tonight was dinner at Noah & Monica's, and they made turkey balls,
lamb chops, a big honkin' salad, cheese and bread, and chocolate souffles
with coffee & Bailey's. DUDE. I was stuffed. It was hours ago
and I'm still stuffed.
out Noah's rubber boots. Don't they complete the outfit? With the towel
over his shoulder?
Good picture of Noah & Sean!
Jon & Amy woke up to this today
I had a list of things
to get done this weekend.
It was a good list. I'm going to miss it.
Noah & Dominique
Monica & Jalen
so happy March is over. That month took WAY too long. I must've thought
that it was the 31st about four days in a row.
Last night we had Noah & Monica (the couple that got married
on our pool) over for dinner. We are going to their house for the
same on Sunday night. We hadn't seen them in a long time, so we need
two sessions to catch up.
Tonight we were invited to dinner at our landlords' house, with the
deal that they would make dinner, and we would bring dessert....
I hopped onto my trusty
recipezaar.com and searched out the perfect socializing dessert - chocolate
fondue. This recipe
got rave reviews from everyone who made it, so I proudly told anyone I saw
that I was going to make a super-duper-special chocolate fondue, and set
out to find the best chocolate I could (ScharffenBerger - can you say EXPENSIVE?!?),
and lovely dippins, and e-mailed the recipe to Sean this afternoon to get
crackin. I figured if he started early, say, 4:30, then he could melt the
chocolate verrrrrry slowwwwwly over a double-boiler, and it wouldn't get
scorched. Smart, right?
When I called him at five, he said something wasn't working right, and maybe
it's because he's not used to working with chocolate, or maybe something
just... went wrong.
How can it go wrong? It's four ingredients melted in a bowl!
I saw this stuff in the
pan and panicked. I added more chocolate. More cream. Butter. Salt. More
cream. Whisked-whisked-whisked. $25 worth of chunky, greasy glop. How could
this be possible? I took pictures and posted
a cry for help on the recipezaar forums, but in the next half-hour,
nobody replied (at 6 pm on a Friday - go figure).
was seriously very, very angry. I probably spent about $30 on this
dessert, only to be so embarrassed because we'd have to go buy a
store-bought dessert on the way, which would give Nick one more
reason to make fun of me. We ditched the dippins and packed only
the strawberries, bought a cheesecake at Central Market, and arrived
a mere half-hour late.
Maureen's theory? We cooked it for too long and it separated, or
we didn't heat it enough (to a boil) to break down the sugars. After
further consideration (and later comments on the forum), I know
it's because of my grand idea to slow-cook it for too long. Grrrrr.
Nick & Daniel downstairs watching 24
out Nick didn't even join us for dinner, so I was spared his ritual
chiding for most of the night. And he did come upstairs to
make me a mocha - a real cafe-style mocha! So it was all good.
(And I reminded Nick that when a boy picks on a girl, it means he
Look who's home! Coal
joined Sean and Chris earlier this week! And they aren't getting much sleep!