In here life is beautiful… The girls are beautiful…

Mega-number-deth-is-one!

No, not the one at my house or the two at Em’s. These guys live on Pape. I think there might be something wrong with the little boy’s head, it’s sort of lumpy.

His sister is cute. I think they are on their way to communion or something religey like that.

We had a little picnic with friends yesterday in lovely High Park. Some people don’t get to eat outside very often and it’s a real treat. There was also a nature walk, playground races, petting zoo excitement (a wombat or something was stuck in the tree in the peacock’s cage) and ice cream. And cupcakes.

Sadly, I had to work early this morning and now I am tired. Also, after such a lovely weekend, today’s weather is totally depressing.

Have I posted this picture yet? I made her hat. I gave Bea a bath on Thursday which was awesome. Like, amazing. Nothing like a slippery baby. And she was laying back with her hair like a mermaid’s floating in the water and kicking both legs at the same time. Then I started laughing and she impersonated me and our laughter resonated in the bathroom and now I want to have a baby yesterday. “Ho ho ho,” said Bea. Then grandma peeked over my shoulder at me and Beazy started screaming bloody murder and the moment was over.

If you watch this video you won’t be sad.

Thanks to BB.

I twiddled and fiddled with my theme tonight, for, like, hours, days, years, and then ended up going back to the original look.  I am completely hopeless at that sort of thing. Thank goodness I am nice, I know how to cook, crochet, paint, sing, dance,weld, sew, knit, play, read, climb, slide, dig, wash, sort, love and pat kitties.

Ali was going to write a fake story about this mirror, but I reckon she’s too busy folding pillowcases at work. So the truth is that I got it at Value Village a couple years ago. And I haggled with a nice man over it, but because there were 2 different Elvis mirrors, he was guessing the other one would be “worth more”. Uh, ok.  To me, this was a great deal at $3.00. It’s worth at least twice that!

I made cookies today and I expect them to be pretty much all gone before our bedtime. And that’s because they are the best fucking cookies of all god damn time. Shit yeah. Go ahead and make them yourself, you won’t be sad.

Oatmeal Coconut Cookies

2 sticks butter (yes, a whole cup), softened
1 cup firmly packed brown sugar
1/2 cup granulated sugar
2 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1-1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 1/2 cups Quaker® Oats
1 cup coconut
1 cup raisins

Preheat oven to 350.

In large bowl, beat butter and sugars until creamy.

Add eggs and vanilla extract; beat well.

Add combined flour, baking soda and salt; mix well. Add oats and coconut; mix well. Add raisins, combine.

Drop dough by rounded tablespoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheets.

Bake 10 to 12 minutes or until light golden brown. Cool 1 minute on cookie sheets; remove to wire rack. Cool completely. Store tightly covered.

I considered adding chocolate chips or cinnamon, but I really like how they are crazy buttery and awesome.

Om nom nom.

I got these Pringles the other day at Wall-Mart. They are so undeniably delicious-they taste exactly like Buffalo wings slathered in Frank’s-I am in love with them. The super great news is that they are SO hot, like, holy shitballs, farkin’ hot, I can only eat about 5 or 6 at a sit before I am fanning my hands in front of my face and crying a little bit. Then an hour later I eat a few more and the circle of life is complete. But really? Try these. Amazing.

Naturally I have looked at the Pringles website, and according to the Canadian version, these don’t exist. But they do on the American one along with many other not-available-in-Canada-flavours such as Spicy Guacamole, Loaded Baked Potato and Chili and Cheese. There’s something called Pringle Stix, which I am sure I would eat, being a Pringle sort of fanatic.

It makes me wish I still lived near an American city so I could beg someone to drive me to Target and buy all that unavailable stuff I love so much.

I wish they fit my freakishly long finger toes.

I went toy shopping today for an upcoming birthday. Did you know that there are these new Barbies in the universe? Don’t get me wrong, I love America’s Next Top Model, like, LOVE, it’s sort of the best reality show out there. If you don’t count Project Runway or Big Brother. Or Survivor. Ultimate Fighter is good, as it showcases young men wearing no shirts. Wrasslin’ and such.

Well, anyway, I didn’t buy one of these dolls. Tempted, yes, but didn’t. Check the one on the right, she looks so mean. Heehaa, I LOVE IT!

Also, this girl, who looks sort of like Frenchy, I guess, from Grease, although not like Didi Conn.

It’s not to say that my life is boring, quite the opposite, really. I just haven’t had even a split second in which to take pictures. I don’t think my camera’s even seen the light of day for a week. Plus the weather has been so lovely that I don’t feel like fiddling around on my computer in the dark, dank, pee-pee soaked heck-hole. Ur, basement.

So, in lieu of new photos, I offer some old ones. Now that I have a better grasp on p-shop, they look nicer.