1. Frost cupcakes (for which I need to buy icing sugar).
2. Inflate balloons for Brett & Cynthia's party.
3. Arrange a student loan payment.
4. Laundry.
5. Clean my room at my parents, (this one won't get done).
6. Visit Jenn, look at pictures.
7. Buy shoes for party.
8. Shave legs, dress, get made-up, do hair, etc.
9. Brush Chloe.
10. Call Roisin.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
I'm employed!!!
well, sort of. I just got a call confirming my spot in a Youth Entrepreneurship Program. For 16 weeks (begining in January) I will be working on my business plan and market research to begin my own company. I am quite giddy this morning, I am as flush as drunk Cara!
Monday, December 18, 2006
A photo from christmas past
In 2003 I spent Christmas in the Dominican Republic with Dave's family. This is Catherine and I Christmas morning waiting to start the day by horseback riding.
shopped.
Friday night was Lauren's Annual Holiday Party. Chloe and I had a blast, and I swear I only had 3 glasses of wine. (um, they may have been triple servings though...... Lauren, where did you get such big glasses??)
The next day my mum and I went to Port Huron, MI to mail a package intended for our New Jersey family and get some shopping in. The car ride awoke a serious hangover that wasn't there before 2pm. We grabbed some pizza in the food court, and while I ate slowly my mum ran to the US Postal outlet to check the hours. This is when I was accosted by a 15yr old Michiganer. She had come up to me and said with a nasty smirk on her face "Hi, I don't mean to be rude, but your butt crack is showing by [insert hand gesture measuring half an inch], and well, could you pull your pants up, I don't want to be rude, but you know, your butt is hanging out. [insert snicker and giggles]" SERIOUSLY. I nearly killed her. She was being totally rude and while yes, I had been wearing lowrider jeans, they were far far far from offensive, and she was picking on me because I was eating alone. I bitched her out for two minutes before I sent her off. I turned around to see her snickering behind me at a small table with her sister and her mom.
Honestly, I almost decked her. I have been known to show a little crack, but I was wearing a belt, and the pants were NOT low at all. I think what caught their attention was probably my large-ish back tattoo, not my ass (my shirt had ridden up a smidge). And while there is little you can say about my heart and banner tattoo, somehow, somewhere, somebody made it socially acceptable to comment on a person's pants slung low? I'm sure if my tits were out there would be no call for teeny-bopper in my face insults. Or if I had a birthmark, or worse yet some sort of figure deformation? What if I was male? That would change things considerably.
I was totally taken aback by the crass-ness of the teen, and that her mom allowed her to say something like that to a stranger, let alone another woman. If she was truely being sincere there were many other ways to have said what she did (which I proceeded to tell her) and there is a huge difference between letting someone know their slip is showing than outright pointing it out and mocking them to their face. UGHH.
I had to sit there, alone, for five more minutes waiting for my mom to hurry back from the postal outlet because I had no idea which direction it was.
Seven shopping hours later I had finally cooled down, and we headed back home with a trunkload full of prezzies.
Sunday, I met a new friend for coffee and a stroll down Richmond Row. I had a really good time, and am happily reporting that I have restored investment in the notion that Canadians are a much more friendly people than Americans.
The next day my mum and I went to Port Huron, MI to mail a package intended for our New Jersey family and get some shopping in. The car ride awoke a serious hangover that wasn't there before 2pm. We grabbed some pizza in the food court, and while I ate slowly my mum ran to the US Postal outlet to check the hours. This is when I was accosted by a 15yr old Michiganer. She had come up to me and said with a nasty smirk on her face "Hi, I don't mean to be rude, but your butt crack is showing by [insert hand gesture measuring half an inch], and well, could you pull your pants up, I don't want to be rude, but you know, your butt is hanging out. [insert snicker and giggles]" SERIOUSLY. I nearly killed her. She was being totally rude and while yes, I had been wearing lowrider jeans, they were far far far from offensive, and she was picking on me because I was eating alone. I bitched her out for two minutes before I sent her off. I turned around to see her snickering behind me at a small table with her sister and her mom.
Honestly, I almost decked her. I have been known to show a little crack, but I was wearing a belt, and the pants were NOT low at all. I think what caught their attention was probably my large-ish back tattoo, not my ass (my shirt had ridden up a smidge). And while there is little you can say about my heart and banner tattoo, somehow, somewhere, somebody made it socially acceptable to comment on a person's pants slung low? I'm sure if my tits were out there would be no call for teeny-bopper in my face insults. Or if I had a birthmark, or worse yet some sort of figure deformation? What if I was male? That would change things considerably.
I was totally taken aback by the crass-ness of the teen, and that her mom allowed her to say something like that to a stranger, let alone another woman. If she was truely being sincere there were many other ways to have said what she did (which I proceeded to tell her) and there is a huge difference between letting someone know their slip is showing than outright pointing it out and mocking them to their face. UGHH.
I had to sit there, alone, for five more minutes waiting for my mom to hurry back from the postal outlet because I had no idea which direction it was.
Seven shopping hours later I had finally cooled down, and we headed back home with a trunkload full of prezzies.
Sunday, I met a new friend for coffee and a stroll down Richmond Row. I had a really good time, and am happily reporting that I have restored investment in the notion that Canadians are a much more friendly people than Americans.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Chloe's first Canadian Clip!
She was long overdue for some grooming, so this morning I sent her for her first clip since we've had her. (The last picture is totally blurred, but she moves too much to get a decent shot, and I wanted to show her silhouette). I think the top may be a little too high for me, but it was all around a great shape. Now what I know how the groomer does it, I can change it up next time!
please mind my grandma's ugly old couch!
Cookies!
Gingerbread houses weren't really a holiday staple for me growing up. We had them some years, but not annually by any means. What we did have was a cookie tree. Both gingerbread or sugar cookie trees are made and shared with neighbours and extended family.
The trees are made from a series of 6 star shaped cookie cutters made by Wilton. A few Christmases ago the cookie tree kits re-appeared on the market and my mum bought every set she saw. (Many of her friends wanted them after years of seeing our trees). That Christmas my sister and I each got a set, along with some hand-woven cotton tea-towels and 2 industrial cookie sheets. The cookie sheets were originally purchased by a family friend who owns a restaurant, but they were not quite the size his oven took. On my list this year are the matching silpat cookie sheet liners, and a pair of oversized cooling racks.
Until June of this year I kept these things in one of three boxes labeled "kitchen stuff not for stinky roommates" in my parents basement. (Stinky roommates does refer to 4 people in particular, but also more generally all of the roommates I had over the years, nobody really understood how to take care of other people's cookware).
Sunday I made my very first cookie tree in my home. Three of each size cookie is stacked and "glued" with icing. I used my favourite neon green cakemate food colouring and moved it into a deep green in 5 stages using the standard cake mate food colour. Then I liberally covered it in green sanding sugar.
(We had it eaten by Monday lunch).
Here are some of the stray cookies after I'd made the tree.
The trees are made from a series of 6 star shaped cookie cutters made by Wilton. A few Christmases ago the cookie tree kits re-appeared on the market and my mum bought every set she saw. (Many of her friends wanted them after years of seeing our trees). That Christmas my sister and I each got a set, along with some hand-woven cotton tea-towels and 2 industrial cookie sheets. The cookie sheets were originally purchased by a family friend who owns a restaurant, but they were not quite the size his oven took. On my list this year are the matching silpat cookie sheet liners, and a pair of oversized cooling racks.
Until June of this year I kept these things in one of three boxes labeled "kitchen stuff not for stinky roommates" in my parents basement. (Stinky roommates does refer to 4 people in particular, but also more generally all of the roommates I had over the years, nobody really understood how to take care of other people's cookware).
Sunday I made my very first cookie tree in my home. Three of each size cookie is stacked and "glued" with icing. I used my favourite neon green cakemate food colouring and moved it into a deep green in 5 stages using the standard cake mate food colour. Then I liberally covered it in green sanding sugar.
(We had it eaten by Monday lunch).
Here are some of the stray cookies after I'd made the tree.
Dog Boots!
Now that the snow is gone, they've been sitting in our boot tray, but we got two whole days of use from them!!
I made these from wool and recycled suede. (With Velcro obviously).
Friday, December 08, 2006
Let it Snow!!
I got my Nestie Secert Santa Package! 6 Handmade ornaments from Deanne in Victoria, BC. I love them and they are all already on my tree!
Sunday, December 03, 2006
officially in the Christmas Spirit
I made my Christmas door-wreath, then promptly forgot it in London (with Dave's overnight bag and our beer). My mum and I scoured 3 thrift shops for ornaments 10$ bought me loads of German style wooden ornaments, some vintage glass balls (of varied age), a couple of classic 1960's plastic ornaments (flocked santa and a candy cane wrapped in red cellow ribbon) and a few long lost crafted ones. Here is a terrible photo courtesy of mum's blackberry device:
Made from a felted men's cable-knit cardigan (slightly dyed pink from a purple sweater in the same cycle) and letters from Dave's youth.
Made from a felted men's cable-knit cardigan (slightly dyed pink from a purple sweater in the same cycle) and letters from Dave's youth.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Swap!!
Today I got my package from the craftster "birds are beautiful" swap. There were so many goodies!!
And the goodies:
notecards and a small trinket box (the lid is a shadow box)
box detail, pardon my inapptitude to phtograph small glass objects
a woolly stuffed bird, decoupaged votive holders and a clay brooch
a magazine caddy
mixed media illustrations (the medallions have bird images)
a couple of ornaments and a ceramic toucan!
This was a really fun experience, and I'll try a new swap theme in 2007!!
And the goodies:
notecards and a small trinket box (the lid is a shadow box)
box detail, pardon my inapptitude to phtograph small glass objects
a woolly stuffed bird, decoupaged votive holders and a clay brooch
a magazine caddy
mixed media illustrations (the medallions have bird images)
a couple of ornaments and a ceramic toucan!
This was a really fun experience, and I'll try a new swap theme in 2007!!
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