Month: September 2007

Damn You, Prickly Ash!

Posted by – 24/09/2007

We went for a brief traipse in the woods yesterday and all I got were these lousy cuts on my legs. And arms. Thank goodness they missed my beautiful face.

LeftyRighty

At the truck stop on the way home a French Canadian couple in line behind me were admiring my legs and whispering in Quebecois. I couldn’t understand what they were saying but I imagine it was “Oh ho ho, self cutter!” or perhaps “Oh ho ho, she ‘as a boyfriend with a whip!” Well. Neither.

Other than those, this has been the week for injuries for me. Starting a couple days ago when I sat with my leg bent on my couch and when I tried to stand up  my knee locked up and it took a couple minutes to fix and I said the word ow many times. Then limped for the rest of the day. It still hurts.

Then I bashed my elbow at work, on my way out the door, on Saturday. Not like a regular bashing, where it hurts like crazy and tingles like something tingly for a few minutes, but it hurt. And I could feel it up into my shoulder and all the way down in to my ring and pinky fingers. Still hurts. I actually considered going to the hospital for this.

And because my right arm is sore, my left arm has been over compensating, and now my tennis elbow is acting up. Plus my lower back hurts from heavy lifting, my neck is sore from sleeping on it funny, and I am planning on having terrible cramps any minute.

I am going back to bed. Hopefully I survive.

Don’t Tell Mama

Posted by – 18/09/2007

Num. I inherited a giant zucchini (aka Big Man on Campus) this weekend and felt obligated to make something with it. Now giant veggies often do not taste very nice, so I figured on grating it up and making it into zucchini muffins, bread, cupcakes, something.

Shh, big boy’s sleeping.

As you can see, huge. And it’s well traveled too, born in Prince Edward County, tenured in Ottawa, eaten in Toronto. Here’s a tip-if you are boarding a plane with felony producing tools, carry a giant vegetable to put through the x-ray machine and the people watching for bad stuff will be too distracted to notice anything.

Anyway, I found a recipe that sounded great, and followed that. It’s out of “Everyday Food”, a recipe magazine put out by the publishers of Martha Stewart Living. I love this little magazine, I have a subscription to it, and I try to make at least one recipe out of each issue.

Long story short, it’s not a very good recipe, typical, I understand, of a lot of MS recipes.

Cuppycakes

There’s chopped pecans in the batter, so I stuck halves on the top.

Glorp

It’s cream cheese frosting. I made way too much, and now I don’t know what to do with the leftovers. I coloured it pink because, hey, I like pink, and because I don’t have any green food colouring, which, realistically, would have made more sense. Maybe I will spread it on bagels. Is that even legal?

Gettin bizzay

Best thing I ever got at Value Village. I wear it out sometimes because it’s so funny.

Come Fly With Us

Posted by – 17/09/2007

One day I will publicly post the story of yesterday’s day trip. One day, when I feel like I will not be charged with a federal offense. Or two.

This is a picture of the first toy I ever made. I wish I could remember her name! I designed it, and my mother sewed the seams on the sewing machine. I drew the face and used curling ribbon for hair and a bow. I think I might have been around 5 or 6 when it was made.

Tell me your name!

It’s somewhat hard to believe that I still have it, considering how many times I have moved in my lifetime (at least 15). I am also glad that I am a bit of a pack rat.

The second toy I didn’t make. My friend Sheri did in grade 6, or maybe earlier, but it’s inscribed to me. I think this is the second funniest toy ever made (first being the one pictured above)

Tootie!Toots

(The back reads “Tootie for Caity from your BFF Sheri”)

I like to think my toy making skillz have improved since then, but not too much!

The Sweetest Thing

Posted by – 10/09/2007

I worked tonight, my real-er job, and had a great evening. J was in flying spirits, and we had many laughs. I had to take him to school, and because it was the first night there, there were new people to be introduced and everyone sat together with their tutors and took turns telling the room what the best part of their summer was. One woman said she’d been to Florida and enjoyed walking on the beach. The young man sitting across from me, closed his eyes and said in a very passionate voice “That’s MY dream!”

It was just so sweet and charming. I haven’t stopped smiling since.

A is for Apple

Posted by – 05/09/2007

I made this very quickly. I tend to not do the finishing part very well and everything turns out crooked. Ah, I can live with that. It adds to the charm, I guess

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