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Friday, November 03, 2006


Melanie, that bugger, is shopping this weekend in Maine. I'm so jealous!

I have to make a trip down to NH, since I have a ton of stuff from e-bay sitting at my aunt Monica's house. And I am trip!

So, I am now saving my pennies!

I will have to make a trip to the Christmas Tree Shop OF COURSE! It rocks!

Then maybe Michaels, Linens'n'Things, Target, Jo-Ann's, AC Moore, and a few others. Then I will absolutely have to hit the IHOP, for breakfast, at some point... Maybe lunch or dinner at TGIFridays and Chili's. Who knows?

I have asked a few of the girls if they would like to go. Nick is always up for a shopping trip. Once again, I am sure she will do the most damage. But regardless if they decide to go with me, I am going... I haven't been down to visit the relations in more than a year.

Can't wait! Getting excited just thinking about it.

Thursday, November 02, 2006


November 2nd, 1988.

In the wee hours of the morning, my life changed forever.

My grammy was staying with my sister and I while my parents were in Halifax.

I was woken up by a sound. It was Sharon and Brent at the back door - I could hear the sound of their voices talking to Grammy. I sat up, on the edge of my bed, and I knew.

I quietly crept out to the hall and listened while they told my sister. I listened while she cried.

After that, it's kind of a blur. I know they must have told me at some point, but I don't remember that.

I remember talking to Sarah and Tanya briefly, on the phone. I wanted them to hear it from me, before they got to school and the rumours started to fly.

I knew.

Some people don't understand that kind of knowledge.

It's something about the women on my father's side of the family. I know my cousin Erin understands. I know my cousin Colleen understands.

Most people aren't believers. They would never believe me if said it.

But here it is anyway: I knew when my father died. I knew how he died. I knew when he left for Halifax that last time that I was never going to see him alive again.

I hope my father has found peace. I hope he knows that I forgive him for the things he did. I hope he knows that while I may have hated him at times, I always loved him. And I always will.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

And it's all over...

It's a sad day. The house has been de-Halloweened.

Everything has been taken down and packed up. All that is left to do is haul it all down to the store room.

But ...

Next weekend will make it better!


It will be time to put up all the outdoor Christmas lights!


As of this's only 53 Days and 13 Hours til Christmas!


The Epicure party is NEXT Wednesday case there was any confusion.


Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Halloween Analysis

Ok, this year I had a grand total of 25 "kids". The numbers have been falling every year. Why? Because they're greedy!

They look at the houses on Carrington and Douglas and think they will score. Not true! That part of the neighbourhood gets upwards of 500 kids. So, what do the kids get? One chocolate bar. Or one bag of chips. That's it. Now, in my party of the neighbourhood, you get a lot more. Multiple items. Because we only have a handful of kids that come around. Suckers!

While that irks me, the following two things really piss me off:

1) The parent that trick or treats for their 8 month old in the stoller on the walkway and says "for the little angel in the stroller". F*#% off! Like you're going to feed that bag of chips to your 8 month old, you greedy bloodsucker. Go buy your own candy at the store!

2) The trick or treater that doesn't dress up. If you can make the effort to walk your ass around the neighbourhood, then you can dress your ass up. Put some vampire teeth in your mouth, wear your pj's, put a freaking sheet over your head. I don't care, as long as you put a little tiny teensy bit of effort into it, you lazy candy-ass.

And that's it for tonight. I am off to bed.



Ok, I decided to post the recipe for the squares I served at the party. It's actually a Pampered Chef recipe that I modified with a little Epicure seasoning and viola!

Tomato Pesto Squares

1 pkg refrigerated pizza crust
2 cups grated mozza cheese
1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
2/3 cup Miracle Whip
1 tbsp. Epicure Pesto Mix
3 firm plum tomatoes (or 1 XL tomato)

Preheat oven to 375. Roll out the pizza dough on a PC Stone or a rectangular cookie sheet. Sprinkle 1 cup of mozza cheese over crust.

In a small bowl, mix Parmesan, Miracle Whip, Pesto mix, and remaining mozza cheese.

Slice tomatoes. Arrange over mozza cheese and pizza crust. Scoop Miracle Whip mixture over top of tomatoes. Spread as evenly as possible.

Bake for 20-25 minutes or until top is golden brown and bubbly. Cool 5 minutes and cut into squares.

Tip: To scoop the mixture onto the tomatoes, I use the small Pampered Chef scoop, then use a rubber spatula to spread it around. I just find the scoop is quick, efficient, and less messy for getting small amounts dispersed.


Here's a little joke my mother brought home to me that I thought I would share:

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.
The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality,
They're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

Now men ... men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out to them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.


Monday, October 30, 2006

I have sucumbed...

Tis the season to pinch I have added AdSense to my blog.

So now I am going to ask you, all of my friends, to please help me out. Starting in a few days, whenever you visit my blog, would you be so kind as to click on an ad? It won't generate much, but every penny counts.

Pathetic, I know, but thanks!

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Thank You Everybody!

Well, the party was a success! At least, I hope it was. The kids seemed to enjoy themselves. And it certainly seemed that most of the adults enjoyed themselves...even the hubbies.

Once I cleaned up, I realized that I didn't even get a taste of the appetizers I made. It was all eaten. There were a few bits of the cheddar bacon dip left in the dish when I was cleaning up, but when I went back to get it, my mother had eaten them. Oh well. Big sighhhhhh.

Also, everyone left their food and drinks and stuff here, so I was left with three bottles of pop, a 1/2 case of Crush, three Mikes Hard Lemonade (Susan!), two snack mixes, two pumpkin dips, pumpkin squares, 1 gargoyle, and a cell phone.

Regarding the gargoyle, I will get him to you before Halloween night, Hollee. The cell phone, well, I suspect it is Teena's so I will give it a call and check. Susan, you can get your Lemonade at the Epicure party....people , my house is not the stopping off point for the booze! OK?Always feel free to take your mamajuice home with you. Otherwise, I end up with a shelf full in my fridge.

I didn't get a lot of pictures last night, so would you all be so kind as to send a few my way? I have very few...I would post some but Blogger just isn't co-operating. It took me almost 30 minutes to get this one photo uploaded, no word of a lie.

Happy Halloween everybody!

And thank you to all for coming to the party!

Blogger Blows!


F*#$iING blogger is BACK!

I tried posting last night and this morning with absolutely no freaking success. I lost two great posts about the party last night. Cheap rat bastards at Blogspot blow!

I wish they would just get a move on and switch everything to Beta instead talking out of their asses about it.

Anyway, now that I can publish successfully, I will post about the party.