Mark Your Calendars

Last night it was raining and cold here SO I cuddled up in BED with Bailey (my Man was out of town for work), a bowl of soup and a peanut butter larabar. Okay, two peanut butter larabars. I heart them. And it was Bachelor Pad Monday.

Did anyone else develop a love for Elizabeth and Kovacs as a couple last night?! I did. What a love story. "I realized I loved your mother when everyone on the Bachelor Pad voted her as having the worst boob job. When I couldn't write her name down I knew it was love." But seriously though, it WAS super cute to watch him worry about her feelings and then comfort her afterwards. I like them.

Jesse B's mother forgot to teach him manners. Peyton, I would also forgo the fantasy suite after Jesse's display of teasing, burping and being all too comfortable on your second date. What happens on the third? Gross.

This was one dirty game. If I had to choose one of the insults i'm not sure which one i'd pick. Dumb? I think dumb is better than stupid, but it doesn't sound like an attractive quality. I definitely wouldn't be UPSET though. Gwen did not take that well. Always a bridesmaid never a bride? Mmmm.. it depends how you take this one. Always a bridesmaid implies having lots of friends, BUT never a bride implies having lots of men (yes by having I mean doing). Worst boob job? Couldn't be me, but if I HAD a boob job that would be a horrific insult, you literally PAID money for that one. Shallow? I'll take it.

One thing I like about cold, rainy nights is that I never feel guilty for climbing into bed way too early and watching TV. It's an excuse to be lazy, and i'll take those where ever I can get em. What? You want me to run in the rain? I can't, I melt. This is the only option. Speaking of colder weather and good TV, it's ALMOST time for THESE shows...

Premiering September 8th

America's Next Top Model

I'm thinking AMNTM should consider running a caption on the bottom of the TV screen while the show airs. Something that reads, "for just a dollar a day you can feed a starving model in New York, donate now and save a life."

Hellcats

YES, Bring It On.. TV. A few 25 year olds playing highschool cheerleaders is RIGHT up my alley.

I love shows where highschool kids hang out in bars and drink..

Premiering September 9th

Vampire Diaries


It's like Twilight only better. Who said that?

Premiering September 13th

90210

As long as it continues to air, I will continue to watch.

Gossip Girl

Their clothes are like shiny objects, once you stare at them you can't look away.

Where will you be this fall? In bed.

Work Week Day One

I was ready this morning with time to spare so I picked up some...

Timmy Ho's



While I sit here at my desk drinking my extra large black coffee I'll recap my weekend for you (while pretending that you're interested).

Friday night I went to Moxie’s for late supper/drinks with Mel. Our intentions were to go there, eat, have some wine and then head over to a friend’s house for a party. However, one thing led to another and we ended up leaving Moxie’s a little too late. Shocking.

Saturday I went to the farmers market with my Mom, then lunch with my Parents, a Rugby game with my Man, then a BBQ at my Man’s Uncle’s place and THEN I headed over to Lex’s house for a movie night.

Sunday I headed over to my Mom’s to make soup in the morning, then I met my friend at the theatre for Eat Pray Love at noon ( what a bad movie time), then back to my Parent’s house for family supper and birthday cake. The birthday cake was for my Man’s birthday which was actually back on August 14th, BUT better late than never right?

The Soup

Now, I have to be clear on something, my Mom is the Queen of homemade soups. She makes them from SCRATCH right down to the broth and typically she doesn’t follow a recipe. She is the MASTER and it’s about time that I took advantage of her talents and learned a thing or two. I have a feeling that I’m about to embark on a soup making binge because this was just too easy.

Here's some pictures of the Soup making action...

Beets are messy.



Now here we have a bowl of carrots & onions (because they take the longest to cook), cabbage, Squash, beets (unpictured) and finally a bowl of beet tops. I'm not going to lie I felt like I was on my own cooking show with this little soup station. While the soup was cooking I may or may not have opened the oven looking for my "already done" bowl of soup.



Then we added a little bit of Canola Oil in the pot and warmed it up.



Next we added the carrots & onions and let them heat up in the oil for about 5 minutes.



Then for some reason I stopped taking pictures. BUT once the onions and carrots were hot we added the rest of the veggies EXCEPT for the beets. We also sprinkled everything with salt, pepper and seasoning salt. Once everything seemed warm we filled the pot with water and added the beets and TWO bay leaves. We brought the entire mixture to a boil (little bubbles not full on boiling) and then lowered the heat and let it simmer for ummm.. hang on, i'll call my Mom. Hour and half, that's how long. She also told me to tell you that you can add beans or peas if you have them on hand. What did I tell you? The Master.

I'm most excited about this soup because if you haven't noticed the last 4 weekends (/weeks) have been spent drinking, attending Weddings and BBQ's, eating out and basically putting the healthy everything in moderation lifestyle on the back burner. Actually, I didn't even put it on the back burner, I kicked it right out of the kitchen. This soup should help me detox a little and get some veggies back in my life.

REESES PEANUT BUTTER BLIZZARD BIRTHDAY CAKE



Aren't they cute?



I put 9 candles on the cake. 2 for the 2 in 27 and 7 for the 7, seemed logical to me.

Oh ya and I give Eat Pray Love ONE peanut butter covered thumbs up. It was good and had a lot of insightful touching parts, BUT it was a little bit long for me. My favorite part was definitely her stay in Italy.

Letters & Wine

So yesterday I worked as usual because apparently that’s what “adults” do. What exactly are the BENEFITS of being an adult? That’s what I’d like to know. You can drink in bars and lounges with your OWN ID? Not enough reason for me to willingly succumb to adulthood, there’s no shortage of blonde haired, blue eyed 20 something females with old ID’s.

Anyway, after work my Man and I had date night. Well we didn’t actually acknowledge it as date night but it was Thursday and we did make plans together. Date night included Ride Class, JERSEY SHORE and a fancy pita supper (for me.. because I’m addicted..).

To get through Ride Class I just kept pedaling and yelling (inside my head), “4 more tracks and then J-Wow and Snooki give Sam the LETTER, 4 MORE!!” Talk about motivation. When the sweat session was FINALLY finished my Man and I couldn’t wait to get out of there, we didn’t even stay for stretch. Okay, I never stay for stretch BUT I would have had he made me.

When we got home my Man showered because he’s clean and I drove to Pita Pit to get my suppa (he was having salmon, lame). I grabbed my Visa as I ran out the door and was gone. When I arrived at the Pit I strolled in and ordered a regular chicken, it was either that or hummus with every veggie available. I went with Chicken and whipped out my Visa like the big spender I am. “We don’t take Visa,” the friendly Pita maker stated from behind the counter.

What?!?! What kind of establishment does not accept Visa? Do you know how many customers you’re losing? You’re losing all of the people that have no money but still spend money. That is A LOT people. AND you mean to tell me that I’ve paid for all 700 hundred (rough estimate) pitas I’ve ever bought with debit? Outrageous. Think of all the points I missed out on. Regardless, I had neglected to grab my whole purse while running out the door so I had no choice. I’d have to go ALL the way home and then come ALL the way back. I did. As if I was making anything at home.

The rest of the night was just as perfect as I’d imagined. I love lying around with my Man and watching the reality show of the day. My Man called last night’s Jersey Shore episode slow and uneventful, I however, cried. It was so sad when Ronnie admitted to SOME, but not all (a**hole) of the letter. Sammi was crushed. I don’t like Ronnie especially since the first thing he did was get mad about WHO told. Why would expect everyone else to keep your dirty secrets? Why should everyone do you a favor and not Sam? Man up.

Speaking of which, I opened my email this morning to find THIS poem from Kimberly. Love it.

A Real Man

A real man is a woman's best friend. He will
never stand her up and never let her down.
He will reassure her when she feels insecure
and comfort her after a bad day.

He will inspire her to do things she never
thought she could do; to live without fear
and forget regret. He will enable her to
express her deepest emotions and give in to
her most intimate desires.

He will make sure she always feels as though she's the most
beautiful woman in the room and will enable
her to be the most confident, sexy,
seductive, and invincible.

No wait...

sorry...

I'm thinking of wine.

It's wine that does all that.......

Never mind.

White or Red?

Red, please.

Miss Universe

So I finally watched the Miss Universe pageant Tuesday night and obviously I have to comment. Actually I wasn’t going to say anything until www.people.com decided to share Miss Mexico’s pre-pageant interview.

Before the Finals had even taken placed I knew she was one of my favorites. Thank you Facebook, and the Director of Miss Universe Canada for being my friend. I pre-judged based on his personal photos of the Vegas pageant activities.






Here are some of the interviews…



Puerto Rico – My Favorite



Australia



I liked Ireland until I watched her video. She just doesn't sound as I imagined she would.



Jamaica



What kind of car does she have?

Okay now i'll answer them because I'm selfish and like to be included in everything.

Being a woman, what piece of advice you would give to a man?

It’s the LITTLE things that matter. And holidays are for making girls feel like princesses.

What is the best gift you’ve ever received?

Well I’m going to go with a materialistic gift, obviously. I would say that the best gift I’ve ever received would be a diamond necklace with matching diamond earrings from my Man. It’s the best gift because it was the first Christmas I spent without my family and it showed me how serious he was. A gift is only special if it has meaning. Non-materialistic? My FAMILY.

What is the worst date you’ve ever been on?

I went on a date with this guy, I won’t mention any names, and he KEPT trying to make out with me. I felt like I was being mauled. The entire time I was plotting an escape that wouldn’t come off as completely rude. “Well it’s been a pleasure. I know we’ve only been hanging out for 10 minutes, but I think I better call it a night.”

My lion, car starter, sheep, rocket and COW (can you believe that one?) need some work so i'll save those for a another blog day, like my last blog post ever. Now I’m not sure who created these “questions” but the sound effect portion sure did wonders for pageant stereotypes. I wonder if they would have sounded smarter being asked to name the table of elements backwards while jumping up and down?

I don’t know about you but I have always felt that the non-English speaking contestants have an advantage. I mean for one, they understand English enough to get the just of the question, giving them extra time to prepare while the translator repeats it. Two, I highly doubt the translator includes foreign umm’s, uhhh's and likes. Three, none of the English judges can tell whether they’re stumbling on words or if in fact they are words. And four, how can you be nervous when no one understands what you're saying AS you say it? If someone asked me to give a bunch of german people a speech in english I would be completely relaxed.

It's settled, I'm signing up for foreign pageants.

Sleep Naked

So Monday night my Man was gone for work, which meant one thing, girl’s night. Who did the girl’s night include? Us.



What did we do? Nothing. Well aside from laying in bed, eating pitas and watching the Bachelor Pad. I’d say technically I was the only one eating pitas but that wouldn’t be a true statement. Bailey ate the lettuce that kept mysteriously falling out of my pita and landing on the bed/sheets. I was born a messy eater, I just was.



You know what else I did? I slept naked in the middle of the bed. And you know what? It was the best sleep of my life. At first I did have one reservation, I remember at some point in time being told not to sleep naked incase there's an emergency. However, after thinking about that for a second I figured, who wouldn't help a naked a girl standing on the street?! Anyway, this all led me to google, “Benefits of sleeping naked." This is where I found a facebook page dedicated to sleeping naked appropriately called, Sleep Naked. Here’s the three reasons it listed to go nude between the sheets.

Comfort and health

Not only is sleeping naked more comfortable, but it's good for your health too. Increasing your level of comfort makes it easier for you to relax and sleep, so you get a better night's kip. The resulting deeper, longer sleep makes it easier for your body to regenerate and repair itself, and build up your energy for the day ahead.


Sexual benefits

If you sleep with a partner, being naked heightens the level of intimacy between you, and you are likely to have sex more often. You may also feel closer to your partner as a result of sleeping naked with them. There is also evidence of improved fertility in men as a result of being in cooler conditions thanks to wearing less clothing.


Work and lifestyle benefits

If you find yourself tired in the morning or during the day even though you've had at-least eight hours sleep, you may only be sleeping lightly for that period of time. As mentioned earlier, sleeping naked allows your body to relax more immediately, and you are more likely to fall into a deeper sleep more quickly and wake up refreshed.

The facebook page also had a link to this website, www.sleepnaked.org. Do NOT click on it. I’m naïve and imagined it was a group of naked slumber advocates. Next thing you know it was redirecting me to all kinds of nakedness, and let me tell you they were NOT sleeping. This might actually call for a warning email to my Mom…

Dear Boss/Mom,

In the off chance that the IT guys send you an email notifying you that someone in the office is looking at porn, I figured I should clear this up now. I was not looking at porn, I was merely googling “sleeping naked” and I happened to click on www.sleepnaked.org .

Sincerely,
B
The Accounting Associate

Hmmm… Nope, I don’t think that email will render me innocent. It also might beg the question, "what does accounting and sleeping naked have to do with one another?" Everything, that’s what.

In regards to Facebook's, Sleep Naked, I must admit that i'm questioning the Sexual Benefits portion. Everyone knows Survival 101, when stranded somewhere cold get naked and cuddle with another human being to avoid hypothermia. So wouldn't sleeping naked with your partner result in warmer sleeping conditions not cooler? Therefore, decrease fertility in Men. I think Birth Control Benefits (Methods) would be a more appropriate title for that section.

Be Safe, Sleep Naked.

Be Back Tomorrow ;)

H&B Show

Look at my FACE



I think my new coloured on eyebrows are taking over this picture. To say that by the time the makeup artist was done with them they'd quadrupled in size is a fair statement.

I know Peter, I know.



Backstage Pass











I think the highlight of the night for me happened at the end. When the show was over a few of us girls decided we were going to head somewhere for food. First though we mingled, had some wine, ate cupcakes and browsed through the Jewelery. Of course Lex found a table she just had to have. I say table because I think if they would have made her an offer for the entire table of jewelery she would have taken it. A thousand dollars for the entire thing, table included? Sold. After much contemplation I talked her into 4 pieces and out of 10.

While she was off purchasing her new goodies Kam, Mel, Kel and I stood around chatting. It felt like an hour had passed when we decided it was time to get out of there. We said bye to Kel (who still had to work), grabbed our stuff from backstage and headed out the door. Thankfully, we stood outside for a bit trying to decide which restaurant we were going to go to. Next you thing you know we hear, "Trying to ditch me Bitches, Oh DEYM." We turn around to see Lex standing 10 feet away at the door...

In her Manolo Blahnik's



We almost forgot Lex.

Small Tools

For starters I finally stole a picture of Saturday's beautiful bride, LEX. I would have taken my own pictures but I was a little too far back for the zoom function on my ancient camera, the first digital camera. Ever.



My own personal pictures were all taken withen the first hour of the wedding when taking pictures was still a thought that occasionally crossed my mind. 6 Vodka's later and my thoughts alternated between, "I LOVE this song. Let's DANCE!!" and "I NEED another drink!"

Moving along..

Somewhere in my job description as Accounting Associate it reads, “Responsible for entering all receipts brought in by technicians.” I also believe that if you were to read the Technicians job description it would read, “Responsible for writing what was purchased and why on the back of each receipt.” Now I can say in all honestly that I am keeping up my end of the bargain here. Every day (or second day, close enough) I enter each receipt into our accounting system. The other end of the bargain, the one I’m not responsible for is more of a Moot point, as in nonexistent.

See each purchase goes under a certain account. For example, “Small Tools under 350 dollars”, “General Supplies”, “Tools for Service” , “Janitorial Expense” or “Shop Expense” just to name a few. It’s important in the long run that these be correct. Putting a Sledge Hammer under “Travel Accommodations” might skew the company’s profit and loss statement. ANYWAY, yesterday I was hit with a slew of descriptionless (fake word) receipts. Exactly how am I supposed to know what a “Weller Iron Professional 25W” is and where it might belong? Or how about a “BAG.RBKXTPRO.WH”? I’m sorry but we do not have an account for the alphabet.



I think the part that bugs me is that the Technician did actually write on the receipt but failed to write anything helpful. He wrote “Approved by Tim” (the Tech Manager). Well that’s fantastic, I’m sure glad Tim told you to go ahead and buy yourself that BAG.RBKXTPRO.WH. I hope it’s everything you wanted and more. Perhaps you can also bust out your new “United Chemi 100UF @ 400V” and have a party.

WHERE…. AM I…. SUPPOSED…. TO PUT THESE THINGS?

Hi Tech 8,

I have a couple of receipts here and since I don’t work small tools (other than Technicians) on a day to day basis I can’t decipher what these are. I have receipt from Canadian Tire for a BAG.RBKX something or other, a Weller Iron from B&E and a Cutting Wheel from The Bolt Supply House. What exactly are these things?

Thanks, B

UGH, the life of an Accounting Associate.

After a stressful day of decoding gibberish I was off to a fashion show rehearsal. Now I love doing fashion shows but I’ve never loved rehearsing. I suppose that’s why I never really excelled at sports. Game? Yes please. Practice? No thanks. Practices are for suckers. If you’re good, you’re good. If you’re bad, you’re bad. If you’re mediocre, you’re mediocre. Hi, my name’s mediocre.

The reason I hate rehearsal has less to do with the actual rehearsing, I could walk up and down a runway all day long. For free. It has more to do with the fact that they're always scheduled around 6-6:30, SUPPER TIME. It must be universal, they're trying to indirectly keep the models skinny. A message within a message.

Fashion Show Coordinator: You COULD eat but rehearsal starts at 6:30.

Model: No problem, i'll just eat at 5 then.

Fashion Show Coordinator: Did I say 6:30? I mean't 5:00.

I’m sorry, I’m here in body but in spirit I’m at Moxie’s eating my Cheeseless Quesadilla. It actually ended up being fun though because Mel and Kam were there. They're the stars of the runway show and the upcoming fall campaign. See...

In keeping with the theiving photos from facebook theme...





Mel and Kam are on the right. Those pictures are small but they were the only two I could scrounge up.

And this is my other girlfriend's face on this past Spring Campaign's poster. She attends functions she doesn't even know about.



I wonder if she learned anything.

The Bach Pad

Gia, Gia, GIA. A few one liners from Wes and you fold like a deck of cards. I could not believe that after informing Craig M (along with ALL of the outsiders) that he was receiving the rose, you heard the words I love you, got all hot and bothered and changed your mind. Embarrassing. I really felt like that move was actually offensive to women everywhere. You bullied the Weatherman like a man, ate pie like a man and then folded like a little girl. (Yes, I'm aware that was a sexist comment, but come on. Man up.)

How about when "???" Gwen shot down the Weather Man behind his back, "I've heard that he likes me but I can tell you right now that will NEVER happen. NEVER." Ouch. I feel a storm front blowing in.

Jesse Beck + Gia = One sided love

Just when you thought Natalie and Jesse were an item he goes and makes a comment like this one, "Gia's girlfriend material. Natalie's fun but.." And the show just keeps on getting better and better.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to be on this date. Mostly because of Craig M though. Obviously, we have a love hate relationship. Hated him on the Bachelorette, loved him on the Bachelor Pad.

As the Weatherman celebrated I think Kovacs, David Good and J Beck each died a little inside.

So I haven't really decided who I'm rooting for, the outsiders (or outliers, which is it people?) or the cool kids. I'm hesitant to go with the cool kids since I'm not sure how I feel about Elizabeth or Natalie.

Anyway, on to other things. Before My Man and I settled in to watch the Bachelor Pad.. at 7:00 o'clock... in BED... GASP. We went to Boston Pizza for supper. That wasn't the original plan though. The plan was to head staight to the gym from work for Ride at 5:30. Half way there in the midst of 5 o'clock traffic we realized that we probably weren't going to make it in time. So we went with the most obvious alternative, eating greasy food at Boston Pizza. Bandera Bread to start? For SURE.

Sorry for the late post, my Mom made me do actual work first thing this morning. The nerve.

SATC Who?

This morning I woke up wanting to know which Sex and the City character I am. So I googled, "which Sex and the City Character am I," and found this quiz...

http://ca.quizrocket.com/sex-and-the-city-quiz?srp=1

I think you can learn alot about yourself through this exercise. I think Sex and the City Character awareness is a vital part of growing as person/woman.

1.Love is:
Amazing! - I LOVE my Man.
Unnecessary
Great, if you mean 'making' it
Out there somewhere...

2.Your delicious drink of choice is:
A Cosmo
Coffee
Wine - In a perfect world a whole bottle wouldn't give me a headache.
Dry Martini

3.The perfect man can be exemplified by which of the following celebrities:
Whoever it is that plays Sawyer on Lost...his body is AMAZING
Prince William
Matthew McConaughey - I like his style, shirts optional.
George Clooney

4.You are on a first date, you expect to get...
Fun - Duh.
Marriage
Some action!
Dumped

5.Even boys want to be like the Sex and the City girls, which are you?
Boy
Girl
Woman - I initially clicked girl but then realized i'm 24.
Boy...on the outside...but DIVA on the inside!

6.You're going out on the town with your BFFs, what are you wearing?
Black pants and a cute top
OMG, the tightest dress ever!
A little black dress - Little Black SHORT Dress
A trendy new outfit from my favorite designer, and stilettos

7.You go to get a mani/pedi and have to choose a color - what color do you choose?
Champagne Pink
Chic Cherry
Freaky Fuchsia - Pink, always pink. Think pink.
Clear

8.Which of these movie titles most accurately describes your relationship?
"Failure to Launch"
"Risky Business"
"Princess Bride" - I'm a princess.
"The Departed"

9.Your favorite dog is:
A King Charles Spaniel - I'm not allowed in the pound, last time I tried to swing a deal and leave with all them.
A Black Lab
Any dog that I can rescue from the pound
One I don't own, thank you. The only pets I want are men.

10.You're getting hit on at the club, what do you say back?
Well hello. Dance with me?
Hmm, you're pretty cute, wanna go back to my place?
Who, me?
I'm taken already, but thanks anyway! - One of the two. What does he look like?

11.Your attitude is generally:
Cynical
Optimistic
Realistic - With a splash of Optimism.
Hopeful

12.Which Halloween costume best fits you?
Naughty Nurse
Angel - I wouldn't even have to dress up.
Witch
Superwoman/Superman

13.To bed you wear:
Burberry pajama set with a matching robe
Oversized t-shirt probably from college
Lingerie, matching thong, and heels - Minus the heels.
Tight tank top with cute boy shorts

Your Result
Charlotte York

What?! I'm offended. I'm Charlotte? I can't say I've ever felt like I really RELATED to any of them, but Charlotte? Really? Can't be. I took it again.

Your Result

Charlotte York

Damn it.

You are most like Charlotte York, classy and elegant. If you were a precious stone you would be a pearl - crisp, clean, and timeless. You desire to be in love, be in a relationship, start a family; in fact, you have it all pretty much planned out already. Your caring, gentle nature carries through everything you do and anyone who meets you can sense how optimistic you are about life. So put on your best pastel (yet oh so chic) outfit, get ready to show off your Park Avenue lifestyle, and meet your fabulous friends for a night on the town!


I do.

I remember the first time Kim and I got our hands on Sex and the City. We were a little late on the SATC band wagon so our first experience with it was watching full seasons on DVD. We may or may not have borrowed every season from a girl I worked with in Lethbridge, sat in our hut (that's what we called our wheel chair accessible college residence suite) and watched them start to finish for a week straight. I'm not kidding. We didn't even leave the hut for school. Food, yes. School, no. Priorities.

So I haven't gotten a chance to watch the Bachelor Pad yet, but I DID Tivo it. Last night I was too busy eating pitas and hanging out with these two fine ladies at my Bachelorette Pad (my Man was out - golfing).

Which Sex and the City Character are YOU? Note: They will ask for your email and address at the end of the quiz. Just make one up or use the info of someone you don't like.

Weddings & Birthday Boys

Annnnnd Bailey in a life jacket..

Let Them Eat Cupcakes

SO here at work my Sister started a birthday cake/cupcake tradition. Every time an employee's birthday rolls around we celebrate by standing around the back shop, acknowledging the said employee’s birthday with “happy birthday”’s and “how old are you now?”’s (I’m not sure if my use of the apostrophe S’s there are deemed acceptable but I think it’s evident that I don’t seem to feel the english language rules apply to me) and eating cake/cupcakes. Typically my Sister bakes the cakes but the last few birthdays we’ve purchased cupcakes from various local bakeries. Well today is the last day of work before MY MAN’S birthday so this morning we ate cupcakes in honor of him turning practically 30. Tomorrow he’ll be 27. I’ll get back to that later…

That's us at work..



Just another day at the office.. JUST kidding

Anyway, my Sister couldn’t decide where to buy the cupcakes from and usually I’m the one that has to pick them up. After comparing prices and cupcakes my Sister suggested I make them. Brilliant. I have never made cupcakes in all my 24 years of living. Obviously, I bought a box of Betty Crocker Chocolate Fudge Cake Mix and a tub of BC’s Vanilla Frosting, but it was my own creative touch that led me to load up on Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Rollo’s and Snickers for the extra toppings.

So anyway, I purchased the goods and yesterday at lunch (I needed to whip them up at lunch so they’d be cool enough to ice after work) I got to it. I added the water, oil and eggs to the cake mix and beat them up for around the 2 minutes and 30 seconds it called for. As I was about to pour the mix into the muffin pan I ran into my first issue. See, as I was standing in the baking aisle at Walmart I was trying to decide between what looked like paper and what looked like tin foil cupcake cups (is that what they’re called? the little cups that go in the muffin pan). Anyway, I wasn’t sure what the difference was so I grabbed the shiny ones. As I pulled them out and placed them in the my muffin pan I realized that every second cup was paper. Paper, tin foil, paper, tin foil. What IS the difference?? I decided to go with the paper ones because that’s what I’ve seen on every cupcake I’ve ever eaten. Crisis overted.

Next, as I pouring the mixture into the pan I realized I had no idea how full I was supposed to make them. UGH, I forgot about all my failed attempts at making cakes in the past when I agreed to make these. These are MINI CAKES. I decided to fill them ¾’s of the way since I know they rise and figured that would be suffecient rising space. When I finished filling the pan I THEN realized the pan is only 12 cupcakes, I only have one pan, there are 16 employees and I only have 25 minutes left in my lunch hour for baking. CRAP. I pulled out a regular pan, placed 4 more paper cupcake holders on it, filled’er up and stuck all 16 in the oven. At his point I was sweating, there was batter everywhere, utensils on the floor and my Man was horrified. Done.

About 5 minutes into the baking process I realized what the tin foil cupcake cups were for. I pulled out the pan placed 4 tin foil cupcake cups on the pan, filled them up with the remaining batter(how many times am I going to have to DO this?) and stuck them in the oven.

Mah Man’s Cupcakes





Look at that. A cupcake for all types of people. Giant people, little people, deformed people. Grab a cupcake.

Just like people, once I dressed them up they looked more presentable AKA fancier..





As per usual all my stories lead to other stories but this one is quick. So last time I tried baking a cake it was for my Man's birthday as well. I tried to make a layered (two tiers) peanut butter cake with peanut butter icing from SCRATCH. To sum this cake up it was two lumps of half cooked batter covered in icing sitting on top of eachother. To sum up what good friends my Man has they all ate a piece and told me it was good.

So tonight we're celebrating my Man's birthday with his Dad and his girlfriend...



I'm sure I have more flattering pictures of the two of them, like one where his Dad's smiling, but all I have to work with is what's on this computer (which goes for all the people pictures I use). Anyway, we're going out for supper and drinks, my two favorite hobbies. Speaking of his birthday I like that my Man is 3 years older than me, I'll always feel young because he's old. TWENTY SEVEN.

Lake Walk

So yesterday I had a pretty productive day. However, it certainly didn’t start that way when I arrived at the office to see that my computer was STILL gone. See, on Tuesday the computers in the office were all unusually slow and after calling tech support it turned out that the it was actually just ONE computer causing all of the issues. Who’s computer could THAT have been? Mine.

There is nothing funny about the fact that my computer was broken and we had to pay to get it fixed.. except for one thing. Immediately you would assume that a virus had attacked my computer leaving it slow and damaged, but it turns out my computer WAS the virus. After some major investigating it turned out that all of the activity was coming OUT of my computer, not coming in like it would with a typical virus. Okay, now that I typed that out I realize that still isn’t funny and I know my Mom definitely wouldn’t see the humor in it. It’s just that it’s MY computer, I spend all day with it, I know it better than anyone and I just couldn’t imagine it doing mean things to other computers.

Anyway, since my Mom was off golfing I spent the morning working in her office, on her computer upstairs, sitting in her nice chair, pretending to be the real Accountant and Boss of the company. After the amount of work I finished I think it would be a fair statement to say that I should pretend to be the Boss everyday.

When 5:00 o’clock rolled around I was so excited to be FREE, that and excited to finally to see Mel. We made plans to meet at Starbucks and then “Lake Walk”. I know you are wondering what “Lake Walk” is even though it’s pretty self explanatory. When Mel said it I knew that it was no ordinary walk, but something that people actually DO. Here in Regina, Saskatchewan there’s so little things to do with you time that the list of options reads something like this, go for dinner, go to a movie, go for coffee, lake walk, go for coffee and lake walk, go for dinner, did I already say that one?

When we got to Wascana Park I let Mel take the lead, obviously she’d been on one of these "lake walks" before. We got out of the car and we were off. I immediately started to wonder what I got myself into. Are we going to walk around the WHOLE lake. That’s a really big lake. Are we going to walk for a while and then turn around? What if we get half way around and I want to be done? Then what?

Here's a couple pictures of the Lake..







Once we got into the groove of walking and talking I started to forget about the walking part. It was actually really nice out and I totally enjoyed it. Well everything except for all the other runner, walker and bike riders. While walking on the path I always felt like I was driving in the passing lane on the highway. You know when you’re minding your own business, driving what you consider to be fast in the “fast” lane and then out of no where someone going faster starts riding your ass? Yeah, like that. I refrained from moving over and flipping them off as they ran/walked/biked passed. You never know who might turn around stop. I just like letting people know they’re assholes, I don’t want to fight.

I also just have to quickly talk about one specific bike rider. He was the type that wasn’t riding his bike for exercise but rather as a stolen mode of transportation. I know this because he looked like he hadn’t showered in weeks and he was in a full jean attire. Most people don’t opt to voluntarly ride they’re bikes in a stiff material such as denim. Plus it was rather hot out. Regardless, Mel was in the midst of her story saying, “You know what I mean?” as this gentleman passed. He was passing to the right (my side) of us so I was in perfect ear shot to hear his comment, “NO you DON’T know what she means, you know NOTHING.”

He kind of looked like this..



Anyway, this “Lake Walk” begs the question, why do I always associate sitting with visiting?

PS I’m still using my Starbucks cup this morning, I’ve already refilled it with non-starbucks coffee three times. I love Starbucks cups.

Fly Away

Morning!!

Hmm.. What to talk about today…. FLYERS. Why are we going to talk about flyers? Because I think they are outrageous and if I were a tree hugging hippie I would do something about the enormous amount of paper wasted is the name of stuffing my mailbox full.

For starters I really do not need to be notified about Zeller’s or Canadian Tire’s specials on a weekly basis. Or EVER. “Lawn Mower with INTERCHANGEABLE Battery only 249.99” and “Save 45.89 on 6 Piece Drill Kit”. Exactly what part of this flyer pertains to me? Is Canadian Tire also offering half price off manicures and pedicures? No? Oh, okay.

As far as grocery store flyers go, I don’t know what I pay for food in the first place so how am I supposed to spot a deal? “Watermelon Only 2.99 per lb” – Really, well what is it per lb normally? And what is the going weight of watermelon these days? Or the best are the ones that headline something like, “3 DAY SALE”, umm by the time I actually take my flyers out of the mailbox I can guarantee that sale is over. Twice.

As for household item specials, I’m not going out to buy these things ahead of time. I'm just not doing it. I have a hard enough time spending money on dish soap, laundry detergent and toilet paper when I actually need it, never mind when there’s still a roll or two left.

I think I can confidently say that most people do not pull up to their house, notice a new flyer in the mailbox and think, “OH.. MY.. GOD!!! WHAT is on sale TODAY?!?” I know that when I spot flyers in my mailbox the only thing going through my mind is, “Fack, I don’t WANT to walk all the way to the garbage can.” Or “Ugh.. Our mailbox is overflowing. That looks homely. I should empty it. Later.” Later never comes and then before you know it the Condo Castle is THAT house. Sometimes it even gets so full they start falling out. Then I as I drive over Superstore's TAX FREE flyer as I pull into my parking spot I wonder out loud (as if I don't know where is REALLY came from), "Who's litering? Ugh, some people's kids."

I’ve considered making one of those little “no flyer” signs but unfortunately that’s as tacky as a full mailbox.



Or



My parents hate seeing my full mailbox. In the beginning whenever they would pull up to the Condo Castle I would hear, "Brittany," in a disapproving tone, "empty your mailbox. That's terrible and embarrassing." From there it was, "Brittany, go get those flyers and bring them here." And now they say nothing, they just get out of the vehicle and take them.

The part that really gets me is that I have no idea who is putting them in there. I haven’t seen any little boys on bicycles riding by, aiming, tossing and sinking flyers right in my mailbox. If that were the case, although I don’t appreciate the flyers, I could at least appreciate how they arrived. I might even sit on my front steps and watch him do the whole condo area yelling things like, “Two for two. You’re the man flyer boy.”

Bachelor PAD

If watching good looking half naked people drinking all day, playing twister, cooking food, lounging by the pool, hooking up and sharing one large room isn't your thing, then you probably didn't enjoy the Bachelor Pad last night.

I loved it. The house was filled with all kinds of crazy..

I don't think I really need to say much about Michelle, it's evident that she is unstable and it's only a matter of time before we see her in a different spotlight. News headlines, "Ex Bachelor and Bachelor Pad Contestant holds 5 people hostage in a down town Vancouver restaurant shouting, 'I do not deserve this'. Details to come."

Elizabeth on the other hand takes things to a whole new level. I'm not sure what kind of relationships she was exposed to during early childhood but they must have centered around one partner blackmailing the other partner to stay. "Love me! I said Love me! Or else..." What a creep. I do however, admire the fact that she's totally wearing the pants in her imaginary relationship with Kovacs regardless of whether she forcefully stole them or not.

Tenley's still one big constant smile. Love her.

So far Natalie's made some good decisions and some bad decisions. Good Decision: Jesse Beck. Bad Decision: Foregoing underwear in her jean shorts.

Poor Gwen. Exactly how old is "??"? They should have also used those question marks in place of The Bachelor Season 2, The Bachelor Season ?? would have done her more favors.

You know who's growing on me? Craig M.. And his hair..

I was happy to say Adios JUAN. I'm glad your huge a**hole move came back to bite you in the ass. Do you like how I starred out ass in a**hole but then proceeded to write it at the end of sentence anyway? yeah, me to.

Can't wait for NEXT WEEK!!

It's Monday, God Damn It

I go to bed every Sunday night and wake up to this thought. This morning this thought was followed by a few other thoughts as well. Like…

The Condo Castle upstairs toilet is totally fudged, God damn it. The end of my Man’s razor fell into the toilet mid flush, swirled up into an important part of the toilet and settled in. I’m not exactly sure how this happened but I can only assume that he was obviously trying to multitask and things got complicated. I’ve implemented a new rule in the Condo Castle, multitasking in the bathroom is only for those who sit not stand. Regardless, the upstairs toilet is out of order until his Uncle (a plumber) comes over and fixes it; walking down two flights of stairs to get to the bathroom way to much work.

My Digital Camera is huge, God damn it. Saturday was Lex’s low key afternoon wedding shower/followed by a crazy night out on the town (which by the way was all fantastic Kelly). Unfortunately, I didn’t take any pictures. This was mostly due to the fact that my digital camera is the size of a large brick. I believe Haley summed it up when she informed us that she’s on her 15th digital camera (party fouls, no judgments here) and I’m still lugging around a digi circa 1999. My Grandma is always picking up my purses and saying, “Oh my GOSH, this thing is SO heavy. WHAT do you have in HERE?” My camera.

We ate at the Fainting Goat..



And did things like this in the parking lot..



I ruined a whole box of Chicken Saturday night, God damn it. I got home from the bar around 3 o’clock and figured it was the perfect time for a small feast. After scrummaging through the freezer I decided on a frozen burrito with ranch for dipping of course (okay, I had two). When I woke up in the morning and headed to the fridge for a drink I noticed a familiar box sitting in the middle of the floor. That looks like the new box of chicken breasts my Man just bought. As I moved a little closer this was immediately confirmed. How this 7 pound box of chicken slipped by me and crashed on the floor at my feet unnoticed is beyond me. I grabbed a piece of paper from the cupboard. To Do Today: Go by my Man a new box of chicken.

I ate 8-10 meals yesterday, God damn it. One of which looked like this (one also looked like a blizzard).



That's popcorn with Cinnamon, Almond Butter, and Salt. Well that's how it started anyway. I decided to add Sugar Free Syrup shortly after. My Man came home from golfing to the smell of burnt popcorn and this weird concoction. He doesn't even ask anymore.

I’m still hungover, God damn it. Saturday night was SO much fun and I can still pin point the exact moment when I knew I was in for a two day hangover. It was probably about 12:00 o’clock, we had been drinking steady for a good 6 hours when Jenna called for our attention, “Okay guys, this is it. Either we go hard or go home. What’s it going to be?” A second wind flew through the entire table and like a football team in the 4th quarter of a championship game we all yelled back, “Go Hard.” Next you thing you know I was surrounded by shots.

I have to get out of bed and shower, God damn it. Personal Hygiene is so much work. If I don’t shower I wonder if anyone would notice. Why have not purchased dry shampoo yet?

Now I have to stop blogging and actually work, God damn it.

I wonder how many people I offended by using God’s name in vain..

Damn it.