Macaroni and Cheese

I used to really like that macaroni and cheese with the liquid cheese. Ok, so this was back in grade 10. My friend Ainsley and I would chow down on an assortment of items, but this was a particular indulgence for us.

I was walking through Safeway the other day and I swear a box of this shit jumped in to my cart. I had to have it, it wanted to come home with me. So I caved and off I went with my plastic cheese, convinced that it would be SO TASTY.

I made it the other day and nope, it tasted like ass. Ass with extra ass rubbed in.

I should have left the memory of plastic cheese in the distant past but now I keep imagining ass flavoured macaroni.

Damn buyers

So I'm sitting on my front steps, listening to a bunch of teenage boys talking about just how"pissed" they can get this weekend. Oh the excitement, the anticipation, the juvenille delight.! Oh the torture.

I'm stuck outside because some dude wanted to bring his daddy by for a second viewing of our house, at 8pm on a week night. So, I complied and am now stuck here with these little shits and some frantic little bees trying to suck every last drop of liquid out of the rose bush next to me.

hafewavfeawvknefb....Ahhhh! Under attack! Help!....Ok, I'm fine now, pardon my scribbles.

Ok, they're done and therefore I am am also done my rant.

Please don't jump off a bridge, my kid will kiss it all better.

I think I am a magnet for depressed people. Like the ones who threaten to jump of bridges, or want to call me about people dying and discuss their grief. I guess they think I'm some sort of counsellor. It's not that I don't care but really if I got all involved with these kinds of issues I might just jump off a bridge myself. So people, please cut me some slack and call a help line. I have no more capacity for death this week, 5 is my limit and I reached it in two days.

Now, on a positive note...

Cade's eczema is almost non-existent. You would never know how bad it was a week ago. He is frolicking around, pooing all over my house (yes again) like his normal 16 month old self. He started giving kisses this week, of course the notion of closing his mouth while giving a kiss is not within his realm of comprehension. So sometimes he gives teeth kisses and sometimes he licks us, but whatever. It might be the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Grrr

I'm SO frustrated. Cade has been sick for 2 weeks. He was getting better and now he is worse. He has a double ear infection, possibly scarlet fever, and eczema with an infection. I knew he was sick! I knew it! I took him to my GP because I couldn't get him into his pediatrician. She gave me ALL shitty information, which I ignored. Finally got him into the pediatrician today and yeah he is totally sick. I could kick that stupid GP in the ass. My poor little baby is suffering because of a doctors ineptitute, there is no excuse for that! Time for a new GP for me and he'll never be seeing her again.

My lips were sealed

I've decided that I am far too censored on this little hobby. Perhaps that because my dad reads this. Hi dad! But seriously, I might have to start swearing more often. Sometimes you need to throw a F-you for emphasis. See I STILL censored myself A-hole, B, F-er. I'm going to google good alternatives or head on over to babelfish and find swear words in Hindi, Thai, Russian, Maori, whatever-and then I'm going to randomly add them into my blog.

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It's wedding season!

So every summer someone complains to me about how many weddings they have to attend. And every summer I think-I would gladly take your place. I LOVE weddings. LOVE THEM. I'm a sucker for weddings.

This summer it's MY turn. Yay! Except two weddings on one day, 1200kms apart, so I had to choose. I choose the one here, mostly because it's proximal and I would of had to bring Cade with me to the other one. Although I'm sad to miss that one, I've known the bride her whole life. She is like my long lost sister:(

That said, the one I am really looking forward to is completely out of the ordinary for my caucasian ass. I'm going to an Indian wedding. Oh, I LOVE LOVE LOVE Indian food. Woooo hoooo! I think I was Indian in a past life.

My co-worker gave all of us invites and my date is one of my great friends, who I happen to work with. Hey Michelle! We get a full mommy day, PLUS we're wearing saris/sarees. I know you must think this is a humerous image, a bunch of whities in saris but seriously, another work friend is going and she is helping 3 of us navigate through the purchases and customs. I'm super excited about wearing my beautiful new sari, it's a deep blue with metallic trim (silver, bronze and gold). Her mom brought it back from India and I bought it off her for only $80. Sweet huh?

I'll be sure to post pics afterward. But the wedding is over the August long weekend so you'll have to be patient.

Meet my little friend(s)

I went out yesterday, in an attempt to find new flip flops. A $10 excursion you think? Right.

The Winners in the north end of my city just happened to have a large selection of hair products, which I just happened to walk by, AFTER finding flip flops. Ummm, yeah-bad idea. CHI products everywhere! OMG, I thought I died and went to hair heaven. Beautiful bottles of beautiful products begging to be bought. I wandered, I salivated. I looked at price tags. BINGO! $9.99 for shampoo, $9.99 for conditioner, $9.99 for every single item. I scooped up one of everything (6 bottles which were now closer to $60 than $10) and put back 4. Me, my conditioner, shampoo, 4 toys, a gift for Tyler and flip flops headed to the cashier with my poor child in tow. $99 later and my flip flops aren't even that great, but my hair-it's too bad screens don't have scratch and sniff.

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