Monday, September 15, 2008
Blog Friends
If any of you are reading my blog and have not read the blogs I list in the right hand column of my site - please give them a look. I can guarantee an Elvis sighting and a deeper understanding of your personal view of politics.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Maple Almond Salad
I learned this from Joylaine's aunt in BC.
Brown some sliced almonds in a pan with nothing else. When you are done throw some maple syrup in the pan and let it cook onto the nuts. Set aside.
In a large salad bowl mix butter leaf lettuce, blueberries and sliced apples. Put the almonds on top. Use Olive Oil & Balsamic Dressing (we prefer the safeway select brand).
This salad rocks!
Brown some sliced almonds in a pan with nothing else. When you are done throw some maple syrup in the pan and let it cook onto the nuts. Set aside.
In a large salad bowl mix butter leaf lettuce, blueberries and sliced apples. Put the almonds on top. Use Olive Oil & Balsamic Dressing (we prefer the safeway select brand).
This salad rocks!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Life Lessons From A Stay At Home Mom
5: A crabby toddler is only cute for the 1st 30 seconds - anything beyond that will drive you insane.
4. Never assume your child knows not to pee on the floor
3. When you are the parent you are always right - even if your children spend the day telling you how incredibly wrong you are.
2. Little girls are sugar and spice but not necessarily all things nice.
1. Cheese buns and bath tubs don't mix
4. Never assume your child knows not to pee on the floor
3. When you are the parent you are always right - even if your children spend the day telling you how incredibly wrong you are.
2. Little girls are sugar and spice but not necessarily all things nice.
1. Cheese buns and bath tubs don't mix
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Quote of The Week
Vincent: Want some bacon?
Jules: No man, I don't eat pork.
Vincent: Are you Jewish?
Jules: Nah, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all.
Vincent: Why not?
Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.
Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy *&#%^^*@^. Pigs sleep and root in @#%*. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense enough to disregard its own feces.
Name That Movie
Jules: No man, I don't eat pork.
Vincent: Are you Jewish?
Jules: Nah, I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all.
Vincent: Why not?
Jules: Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.
Vincent: Bacon tastes gooood. Pork chops taste gooood.
Jules: Hey, sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I'd never know 'cause I wouldn't eat the filthy *&#%^^*@^. Pigs sleep and root in @#%*. That's a filthy animal. I ain't eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense enough to disregard its own feces.
Name That Movie
Friday, August 22, 2008
Twilight Series
Unless you have been living in a cave you must have heard of the craze concerning the Twilight series of books written by S. Meyer.
Yes I am aware it is targeted for adolescent girls and I am far from that age group but this book series took over a few weeks of my life. Lest you think I am a typical reader of this type of book I will list the book I read before this series and the book after – 1984 by Orwell and the classic Jane Eyre by Bronte. My non-classic favorites of the summer were the Glass Castle by Walls and Me Talk Pretty One Day by Sedaris.
This book series, contrary to the target audience assumed by bookstores/marketers, is for any reader that enjoys action, mixed with romance, mixed with suspense and more.
You will find many websites claiming these are the best books ever and an equal amount saying they are the worst and that anyone that enjoys them is an idiot.
Is it the best book series ever written? No
Is it terrible writing? No
(To clarify the writing quality is not poor enough to distract the reader and conversely it is also not well enough written to bother underlining beautiful sentences and sentiments.)
Is it fun? Yes
Does it have surprises along the way? Yes
Is it worth the read? Definitely – even by self-professed booksnobs like myself
Will guys like it? Yes – what’s not to like when there are vampires, fast cars, sexual attraction and adventure?
This is the ultimate summer read of 2008 – it isn’t the most complicated to read but it is fun. Trust me fellow book snobs – sometimes it is ok just to have some fun.
Yes I am aware it is targeted for adolescent girls and I am far from that age group but this book series took over a few weeks of my life. Lest you think I am a typical reader of this type of book I will list the book I read before this series and the book after – 1984 by Orwell and the classic Jane Eyre by Bronte. My non-classic favorites of the summer were the Glass Castle by Walls and Me Talk Pretty One Day by Sedaris.
This book series, contrary to the target audience assumed by bookstores/marketers, is for any reader that enjoys action, mixed with romance, mixed with suspense and more.
You will find many websites claiming these are the best books ever and an equal amount saying they are the worst and that anyone that enjoys them is an idiot.
Is it the best book series ever written? No
Is it terrible writing? No
(To clarify the writing quality is not poor enough to distract the reader and conversely it is also not well enough written to bother underlining beautiful sentences and sentiments.)
Is it fun? Yes
Does it have surprises along the way? Yes
Is it worth the read? Definitely – even by self-professed booksnobs like myself
Will guys like it? Yes – what’s not to like when there are vampires, fast cars, sexual attraction and adventure?
This is the ultimate summer read of 2008 – it isn’t the most complicated to read but it is fun. Trust me fellow book snobs – sometimes it is ok just to have some fun.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
The Ballerina Incident
Before I begin I would like to say that my dentist is a lovely man that means well – as are, I assume, most dentists – and I in no way mean this blog as an attack against dentists and other dental professionals as a whole.
And now we begin the “ballerina incident”. . .
I have a fear of the dental chair that goes back to my earliest memories. Due to a genetic deficiency of not having the proper enamel on my teeth, I was a regular in “the chair”. In the 70s most of you will know that the fillings were the Amalgam Fillings and not the beautiful composites of today (http://www.ada.org/public/topics/fillings.asp#amalgam) and the entire process was undertaken in a no-nonsense fashion.
After many incidents of pain and stress in the dental chair my parents finally found me a dentist that offered laughing gas as a means of relaxing me. This was a HUGE improvement for me and gave me a few years of less traumatic dental work.
So, what does this have to do with ballerinas? A few years ago I needed to find a new dentist and my friend Carrie suggested hers. He was nice, intelligent and had a reputation as being a good dentist for children which would make him ideal for our family. The problem? No laughing gas and thus ANXIETY. He offered me a prescription for Percocet to take the edge off, so I popped the magical pills before I went to the dentist.
I will admit the anxiety was not crippling and therefore the Percocet had done its job. I sat smugly in “the chair” listening to Bono on my headphones thinking I would finally have a relaxing visit to the dentist without the use of laughing gas.
That is we SHE showed up – yep you guessed it, it was a ballerina. I happened to glance at the wall across from me and there she sat – an adult sized ballerina dressed in full ballerina garb except she wasn’t very lady-like. She looked like a “hard living” ballerina. In other words, her make-up was smeared, she looked dirty and disheveled, she had one leg straight in front of her and one leg bent at the knee with a dirty cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She just sat there smoking and looking at me with her creepy eyes.
The dentist and his assistant entered my room and they didn’t even see her – not for one moment. Not a single person cared that there was a ballerina in my room. It turns out she was my first true hallucination and it was brought on by Percocet. So where does that leave me for tomorrow morning as I head in for more dental work? Do I take a Percocet and hope to avoid anxiety but run the risk of a hallucination (and let’s face it, hallucinations can be much scarier than a silent ballerina) or do I just march into the dentist office with my anxiety in tow?
For the record I am well aware of how ridiculous my fear of dental work is. My 7 year old daughter had a cavity treated just last night with no Percocet, laughing gas, or even numbing shots. She sailed through just fine with no complaints.
And now we begin the “ballerina incident”. . .
I have a fear of the dental chair that goes back to my earliest memories. Due to a genetic deficiency of not having the proper enamel on my teeth, I was a regular in “the chair”. In the 70s most of you will know that the fillings were the Amalgam Fillings and not the beautiful composites of today (http://www.ada.org/public/topics/fillings.asp#amalgam) and the entire process was undertaken in a no-nonsense fashion.
After many incidents of pain and stress in the dental chair my parents finally found me a dentist that offered laughing gas as a means of relaxing me. This was a HUGE improvement for me and gave me a few years of less traumatic dental work.
So, what does this have to do with ballerinas? A few years ago I needed to find a new dentist and my friend Carrie suggested hers. He was nice, intelligent and had a reputation as being a good dentist for children which would make him ideal for our family. The problem? No laughing gas and thus ANXIETY. He offered me a prescription for Percocet to take the edge off, so I popped the magical pills before I went to the dentist.
I will admit the anxiety was not crippling and therefore the Percocet had done its job. I sat smugly in “the chair” listening to Bono on my headphones thinking I would finally have a relaxing visit to the dentist without the use of laughing gas.
That is we SHE showed up – yep you guessed it, it was a ballerina. I happened to glance at the wall across from me and there she sat – an adult sized ballerina dressed in full ballerina garb except she wasn’t very lady-like. She looked like a “hard living” ballerina. In other words, her make-up was smeared, she looked dirty and disheveled, she had one leg straight in front of her and one leg bent at the knee with a dirty cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She just sat there smoking and looking at me with her creepy eyes.
The dentist and his assistant entered my room and they didn’t even see her – not for one moment. Not a single person cared that there was a ballerina in my room. It turns out she was my first true hallucination and it was brought on by Percocet. So where does that leave me for tomorrow morning as I head in for more dental work? Do I take a Percocet and hope to avoid anxiety but run the risk of a hallucination (and let’s face it, hallucinations can be much scarier than a silent ballerina) or do I just march into the dentist office with my anxiety in tow?
For the record I am well aware of how ridiculous my fear of dental work is. My 7 year old daughter had a cavity treated just last night with no Percocet, laughing gas, or even numbing shots. She sailed through just fine with no complaints.
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