Monday, November 27, 2006

The great Gip

I've been reading everybody's blogs this morning...and blog after blog after west-coast blog recounts exciting snow adventures. All of them involve playing, and cocoa, or latte's or some other such hot drink, and all of them involve days spent at home.

Have you noticed the distinct lack of snow conversation on my blog? On Daryl's blog? Hmm. Yes, that is because we have NO snow. No HINT of snow, aside from the smell of it in the air.

You know what we have had a lot of in the past week though? Record amounts of? Yes. Rain. Mhmm, Rain. So, apparently, we brought the west coast winter with us, and someone there stole the east coast winter.

I shouldn't complain though, since we don't have snow tires on our car, and the rain does kind of make us feel at home.

I'm hoping that we'll get a white Christmas and it will rain on the west coast, so that I can go take beautiful snowy Boston city scape pictures and post them and laugh at you all. Wahahahah.
That is for those of you who have actually emailed us saying "Ha ha ha, we have snow and you don't!!" You know who you are.

I am happy for you that you have snow though :-) I'm just jealous ;-)

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Ookiness continues

Thank goodness for CVS Pharmacy. I thought nothing would be open..and I have no cold medicine, and my nose is a faucet (TMI, I know). I thought I wouldn't sleep again tonight. But I just remembered there is a 24hr CVS up the road, and called and they are open. Sweet relief and drug-induced sleep is within grasp.

Off we go.

Happy Thanksgiving?

Today is the US thanksgiving. Ironically, we have plans to have our one Canadian friend over to celebrate. The justification for this is that we missed the Canadian thanksgiving, so we have a second chance.

Thanksgiving is very different here. Apparently it is law in MA that no retailer or store with more than 3 employees can be open on thanksgiving. This law began in the late 1600's and is still in effect today! MA is the only state with this law though I think.

Apparently, the night before thanksgiving is kind of like new years eve here - it's a big night to go out an party. We didn't partake ;-)

Also, "Black Friday" (tomorrow, the day after thanksgiving) seems to be the equivalent to our Boxing Day. Boxing day is non-existant in the US. So, tomorrow, or "black friday" makes up for this though, since it is the biggest shopping day of the year here. Sales and discounts and insane shopping mayhem ensue. I have to say, it seems more beneficial financially to have this big sale day before Christmas.

I, for my part was up all night sick, and have caught some sort of ooky flu/cold thing. DH is cleaning and cooking though. He's great :-).

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Vesper Martini

The Vesper Martini

3 oz Gin
1 oz Vodka
0.5 oz Lillet Blanc

Shake with ice and strain into a wine glass. Garnish with a lemon twist.

This was the Martini Bond ordered in the new movie. What looked so good about it was the long twirly lemon twist (Curl of lemon rind).

What is Lillet Blanc (I didn't know). The description of it below, from this website makes it sound wonderful. I think I'd almost prefer it straight with a citris twist, than in the Vesper martini. Interesting.

Description:

Lillet (pronounced lee-lay), is a French Aperitif made from a blend of wine, liqueurs, fruits and herbs. It originated in the French village of Podensac and has been made since the late 1800s. Lillet Blanc is made from white wine and is drier than Lillet Rouge, its red-wine counterpart. Both are classically served over ice with an orange twist.Lillet is a blend of rigorously selected wines and fruit liqueurs, aged in oak vats for around 12 months, during which it is given the same care as the Grands Crus (great wines) of Bordeaux.Lillet Blanc has a golden color with candied orange, honey, pine resin, lime and fresh mint aromas.Full and rich on the palate with a lovely, long aftertaste. Always serve well chilled in a Bordeaux wine glass... zest with a slice of orange or lime. Perfect with snacks and desserts!Lillet blanc is the key ingredient in James Bond's Martini derivative, the Vesper, a drink created in deference to the beautiful double agent in Ian Fleming's Casino Royale.

It smells like snow.

We went to see the new James Bond movie with a friend tonight, and when we came out of the theatre, I thought I had been transported onto a mountaintop. The air was saturated with the smell of snow. This is a completely different "smells like snow" than we experienced in the lower mainland. This is like "Is the lack of visible snow a visual hallucination" type smells like snow. It was so crisp and fresh - really very much like mountain air. It was wonderful.

I had a fairly productive, though frustrating at times day today. We made pancakes and had pancakes in bed for breakfast this morning. I then made Magnificent M's whole grain pretzels for the first time, while I did our *cringe* 2005 taxes. The rising and baking times were perfect parcels of time to work on the taxes, since I simply couldn't take them all in one fell swoop. I was able to take out my frustration during the kneading, and then by eating 3 pretzels fresh from the oven afterwards.

The pretzels turned out great. The taxes not so much. The problem with the taxes is not so much the actual taxes, but since D. and I were both technically self-employed last year for most of the year - the problem is the CPP! Even if you owe no taxes, you can owe a significant amount in CPP. Grr...

The pretzels are really really good dipped in hummus!

After pretzels and taxes, I showered, attempted styling and trimming one side of my crooked hair (blowdrying it doesn't help by the way), and we headed out for a movie with Danika. A pretty good day.

Cept we're both still wide a wake and somewhat restless and agitated and I have to be up at 5:30 for work!! Ah...that is always my Saturday night though. lol.

Friday, November 17, 2006

My hair is crooked.

OK...So I just had the most UNhappy haircut experience today. Finally, after 8 months, I decided to go for a haircut. Being new to the area, I had no idea where to go - where was good, what places I could afford etc...I called one I had seen and thought looked good, and they were booked for the day. Now - the smart thing to do would have been to make an appointment for another day. Unfortunately though, I had gotten it in my head that I was getting a haircut today, and once it was in my head, I simply couldn't let go of it.

There happens to be, across the street from us (conveniently placed next to Trader Joe's) a SuperCuts. Yes. It is the same Supercuts as in Canada. Similar to "First Choice" "salons." I decided - how bad could it be? I'll just go there, get a trim to be safe and see how it is. It will definitely be cheap, and well...maybe I'd find that gem of a stylist at the bargain salon (it has happened to me before!).

Today was not my lucky day.

First off, the person cutting my hair smelled strongly of a combination of a) Strong (not pleasant) perfume, b) Body odor and c) Cigarette smoke. Keep in mind that your hair stylist is typically in VERY close proximity to your smelling organs. I had to breathe through my mouth for most of the haircut. Thankfully, for this one reason, that was not a long time.

This brings me to my second point. A male customer, with very short hair, requiring little more than a buzz sat down with another stylist several minutes before me. I, might I remind you required a layered cut, taking off about 2 inches. So here's the surprising thing. I was done - I kid you not - about 1 minute after he was. Mhmm.

She snipped here and there, cut a couple inches off to be sure...but it all seemed sloppy and fast. But then, maybe I was just not paying attention - it had been a while since I'd had a cut. At one point, she had finished the "initial rough cuts" as I saw them, and I thought - ok, now will touch it up, even out the sides (one was about a half inch shorter than the other) and then style it dry. Then she turns the drier on my hair for 15 seconds, and says "Alright, have a great day, bye!"

I stared into the mirror at my lop-sided, damp, and middle-parted hair. I looked up at her, hoping for her to break into a smile and say "Just kidding!! We're no where near done!" She stared blankly back at me, clearly irritated that I was not getting out of the chair.

I stood up, walked to the till, paid, and tipped her mind you.

My immediate thought as I exited the "salon" was "I really shouldn't have planned to go grocery shopping after this." My second thought was, "Maybe it's not that bad...Once I blow dry it out properly and style it, it will be fine. I didn't really get a good look at it." So, I went to Trader Joe's, and my wonderful husband who met me there said, "You're hair looks great!"

After shopping, when we got home, I turned to him and said "Is it just me, or is one side of my hair shorter than the other??" He got a concerned look on his face, examined both sides and said "maybe, I'm not sure."

When I got home, I examined it in the mirror with clear lighting. And yes. My hair is definitely crooked.

WHY didn't I say something when I was there? Why did I leave, and pay, and TIP for bad hair?? I don't understand it, but hairdressers have this bizarre power. I shrink beneath their eyes, and their "so, how do you like it?"s. I simply cannot tell them I hate it. At least two times in my life before today have I paid double what I did today for a) A mullet and b) a mullet-esque 80's poof. Both of those times, it was like today. I knew, as they were cutting it, as they were finishing - pretty much all the way through - that it would be bad. Did I stop it? Did I say "I won't pay for this horrific hair cut!"? No. I said "yah, it's great!", paid them, and tipped them. Every time. So what is this bizarre power hairdressers have over me? Is it just me? Are you afraid of your hairdresser?

I want Hanna, my hairdresser in Victoria back. She would die if she saw my hair today!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

The ghosts that must live here...

There is a tower atop a building that we can see from our place, and we've always wondered what it was, and keep meaning to go find it. So, today, Phil and Daryl and I went out adventuring, and after a few other outings decided to find the building that this tower belonged to. It was a foggy and rainy day, so we could only just spot it once we had drawn a bit closer.

As it turns out it is the Worcester State Hospital, also known as the Worcester insane hospital. It is abandoned, huge, brick and imposing. There are numerous buildings, including one with a clock tower, dormitories, and many other buildings. The current state mental institution is on the same premises, but the old buildings, built in about 1870 are abandoned. Here's a link to some great pictures of it that we found online.

It was eerie and awing all at the same time.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Identity crisis averted.

I found this on dictionary.com:

1 result for: tyla
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tyla
Hypodactylum \Hyp`o*dac"ty*lum\, n.; pl.
-tyla. [NL., fr. Gr. "ypo` beneath + ? a finger, toe.] (Zo["o]l.) The under side of the toes.
Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.


Yes, you read that correctly.....I am the under side of toes. Excellent.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Guess what I did today

Pretty much nothing. I slept until - wait for it - 12pm. 12 PM!! I haven't slept that late for-ever. It was bliss. I didn't shower till 3pm, and I had apple-raspberry crisp for breakfast. We are having a wonderful visit with P and B. They arrived Friday night and it's been SO wonderful. The best thing is that they are those friends that you can totally relax with. Hence the me lounging around in my PJ's till 3pm with guests here..but we all just hung out and read books and watched movies and had a totally relaxing day together. It was great.