Month: July 2008

My cool quotient just went up again

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 30/07/2008

Do you watch the show Cock’d Gunns? I watched it by accident during my trip to Windsor a few months ago, and I am totally addicted to it now. It’s crazy silly and completely hilarious. Plus I love that it’s filmed in Toronto and trying to figure out where they are. I think their house is in Parkdale, although it could be Little Portugal.

I’d found Dick Van Gunn on fb a while ago, after I’d joined the fb fanclub for Cock’d Gunns. I asked about shirts and he messaged me that, yeah, I could have one, so I sent him my details and voila, the next day, a shirt! Super major thanks to him, indeed, especially because I got a shirt before their drummer, Barry, got one. Special me.

Cock’d Gunns

Not a very pretty picture, it was first thing in the morning before I’d showered and put on my face. Thanks to Shannon for airbrushing out my pms induced zit.

M.I.A.

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 28/07/2008

Moving from a 4 bedroom house to a 2 bedroom apartment (about a third the size) is a sure fire way to lose stuff that is very important. And right now I am in a tizzy because I can not, for the life of me, find my hair iron. Shannon says he likes me with poofy hair, but I think he’s lying.

A description: Black casing, gold-ish metal plates, black power cord, on/off switch that has an orange light when on, small dial with 1-10 option, always set to 10. If you find it, please put it in the bathroom, on the counter, at this apartment. No questions asked.

Yo, yo, yo

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 26/07/2008

We drove to Lindsay yesterday to visit our old friends and former co workers, the Wardens. Their farm is so intensely jealous making, it’s not even funny. I controlled my urge to pick up baby chicks, but I did get to scritch one of their black lambs. So cute. Wow.

This morning we all trekked out to the farmer’s market there, and I got lots of great stuff, including certified organic beets, red carrots and fresh garlic (smelly!), regular peaches and cream corn and some red skinned potatoes. We are having all of the above for supper tonight, with some lamb sausages, hopefully. If not, just a mountain of veggies with melted butter, salt and pepper. The beets are going to be a salad, on top of greens with vinaigrette and goat cheese crumbled on top.

Proof:

fat ones!    they don’t need peeling!  pungent

ready for cooking   heck yes.

Aren’t the beets pretty? They are all colours, including chioggia beets, that are just beautiful. The good news is that the little person that lives here does not like beets at all, or salad for that matter, so more for me. Yum yum!

Mmm! Cake!

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 24/07/2008

I love cake just like anyone loves cake. For some reason today I have been laughing at cake websites. Cake Wrecks is great, so funny and I looked at all the pictures (and I read the captions) straight through to the end and laughed a lot. This one might be my favourite of all time.

Then I was inspired to peruse a bakery that makes erotic cakes. Is there ANYTHING grosser than an erotic cake? Anything less erotic? I have to admit, I love their name-Masturbakers!-, but my god. If someone got me a cake from there for any occasion I would absolutely die of embarrassment. Be warned, after the jump there are pictures that are not safe for work.

Onward:

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Ew. Ew ew ew.

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 22/07/2008

So I went to the house today to do more organizing and cleaning. I got a LOT of work done. It seems easier when you’re alone with no distractions. I finished our bedroom, Ari’s bedroom and both bathrooms, and did a bunch of work in the kitchen. I should have known something weird was going on in the house when I found the first maggot on the floor in the middle of the top floor hallway. That’s the first ew in the title.

But the kitchen… Ali, stop reading now, ok? I moved a bag that was on the floor in the kitchen, an empty bag, a big plastic tote bag from Ikea…And there were about 40 maggots under it. Nothing stinky, nothing gooey, nothing foody, nothing yummy (for maggots), just…maggots. And then they all started crawling in unison in the same direction and I screamed. I screamed in an empty house, by myself, around mid day. Then I grabbed a broom and tried to corral them into a pile while I contemplated their fate. Then they all started crawling in unison again so I screamed again. Luckily I was interrupted by a phone call from Shannon.  Who was NO help at all.

What made it really scary was that there were 2 balloons on the floor, empty, untied balloons. One red and one blue. So when I swept the maggots into a tidy pile the balloons were swept into it too. Then when the maggots started their disgusting race, they made the balloons slowly roll across the floor too.  Vom, right? I had the brains to take a couple pictures, but I only had my phone cam with me and I don’t know how to make them appear on my computer.

Ew ew ew. To the max.

The delux apartment in the sky

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 20/07/2008

Moving. I hate it. I really do. I would love to be like Ryan and Corrie and find that house that you know you will be in forever. That might sound boring to some people, but when you have moved at least 17 times in your life, it sounds really dreamy. We aren’t going to be here forever, that’s for sure, but for the next year, it will be ok. I have never lived in a building with an elevator before, so that’s fun, and I have also never lived higher than the third story. I love the balcony here, even without anything to sit upon, and I sit out on it in the morning with my coffee.

Here’s the view straight on:

straight

That might make it seem awful, but it really isn’t. There’s also this view, when you look down:

Green

Being above the tree line makes the city look nice. I bet it will only improve with snow.

Other views, to the left, looking at High Park, another straight on view, and the skyline on a cloudy day.

park head on dingy

For Ali

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 15/07/2008

who?

I finally told him the joke last night and he wanted to be sure to remember it to tell Ari, who loved it too, but isn’t allowed to tell it at school as “we are not allowed to use bathroom words in school”.

Comments

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 10/07/2008

I moderate your first comment because if you want to say mean stuff, you at least have to be nice the first time. Too bad for Jack from BC who made this comment:

Not true at all!

It’s a comment on my entry about pigs. I wanted to let it through, but I just couldn’t do it…I don’t even know what that fifth word means, AND my mother might read this blog and she doesn’t like people being mean, especially to me! Anyway, nothing on me tastes like pork, trust me, it’s been about 20 years since I intentionally ate the stuff.

The long and short of it

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 09/07/2008

I got my hair trimmed today, it looks great, thanks. To celebrate I made rice crispy squares that I liberally sprinkled with skor toffee bits. Yes, they are good. And yes, melted marshmallow is hard to get out of your hair.

Nom nom!

Stuff. And things.

Posted by Caitlin Jane – 09/07/2008

My old friend Mark is in town from Texas (is there anyone from Texas who isn’t nice? If there is, I don’t want to know it) and brought me my presents from Amazon! Woo! So, I got my beautiful dress and jacket and I am thrilled to bits. I wish I had an iron so I could press the dress properly but I think just wearing it will make the wrinkles fall out. It has cream cotton twill shoulder straps and a sash that ties in the front with little pleats in a diagonal in the front and back. It hangs to just below my knees. The jacket is also super nice, it’s not like anything I have ever worn in my life, so it’s exciting.

dress  dress 2  jacket  jacket 2

Mark also gave me a little something to pass on to Ari and now she’s the proud owner of her very own set of face paints. And not cheap and cheerful junk ones, either, it’s a nice Kryolan set, same as I have from when I learned opera makeup. She’s changed her mind about what she wants to be when she grows up, instead of being a teacher, she now wants to be a makeup artist. Just as long as she’s happy!

YIKES!!

Hard to take a decent picture of a skeleton that won’t stop leaping about and scaring me.