For a long time now, Holly has been complaining about her guts hurting after every meal we eat. For an equally long time I’ve been suggesting she try giving up meat for a month, and see if anything changes. Her response has always been that she loves meat so much, she couldn’t do it. Recently (when the new girl at work said so…) Holly changed her mind, and decided to give it her best shot.
I’m not sure a month is enough time for her to notice a difference, but I’m hoping. And I’m not hoping because I really want her to stop eating meat, I’m hoping because I really want to stop hearing “Uhh… My guts hurt.”, thirty to forty times a day.
Now I just need the new girl at work to tell Holly it’s a good idea to give your boyfriend a back massage three times a week and I’ll be set.
Holly recently took Gage over the border to buy some overpriced ugly shoes that look like something dorks from the late 80′s would wear, and she came home with lots of great food. I mean, it was all terribly unhealthy, but it was delicious. Not only did I get Combos and some cheesecake, I also got a box of pure, uncut childhood happiness as you can see in the image above.
I ate two bowls around 1:30 this morning. My tummy hurts.
The Mandarin always seems to have the best fortunes (here’s proof: one, two, three). Which is good, because I didn’t even want the Mandarin last night, but the fortune made it all worth it. We had intended on eating Indian buffet at Passage to India, but didn’t realize the buffet is only offered Friday – Sunday, so we chose Mandarin by default.
The top one is mine, the bottom is Holly’s. We suspect hers is some old proverb that got messed up in translation. I’m thinking it means you don’t have to look far for happiness, but I say just to be safe we should excavate the entire property A.S.A.P.
Last weekend was Thanksgiving. On Sunday night Holly and I went to her parent’s house for dinner and pie. The boys were at their dad’s house, and a quarter of Holly’s family was away at the Supernatural convention in Chicago, so it was a pretty small gathering. Dinner was good. I had veggie burgers on the barbecue.
On Monday we picked up the boys on the way to my aunt’s house, and somehow a photo shoot broke out in the car. Holly was the cause I believe, as she couldn’t resist snapping a photo of me on her pink cell phone. From there it snowballed into family portraits in the Buick.
Just before we got to my aunt’s house Holly told Roan she didn’t want to hear “I’m bored” come out of his mouth while we were there, as we’d only be there a short time before we had to leave and attend her aunt’s celebrations (both Thanksgiving and her 25th anniversary). Not ten minutes after we arrived did Roan announce to the entire room that he was in fact “Sooo bored.”.Â My cousin arrived a few minutes later with her dog, Dexter (at last count, I know 37 people with dogs named Dexter and one incredibly stupid show) which would normally keep Roan occupied for days, but apparently Dexter isn’t into playing much.
I told Roan to go check out the pond and the fort in the backyard. I remember being terrified of my Uncle Bryan as a kid (he once got mad at me when I slept over and didn’t want crust on my toast in the morning) but I loved playing in his backyard. We used to swim in his pool, play in the fort(s), find frogs in the pond, and chase snakes. I took him for a walk out back and discovered there was no longer any forts, the pond is about the size of a mattress and empty (I always thought it was pretty big, weird), and the trees I remember playing in all seem to be gone.
We did find the world’s lowest tire swing though, just a few feet into the neighbours property.
We walked back to the house just in time to line up for dinner. My mum made me Tofurky which was awesome. I ate a bunch of it, then had some cake made out of ice cream sandwiches which was pretty good. I must have had more than enough food, as I fell into a minor food coma shortly after dinner. I woke up and someone was setting my Mighty nephew down on the couch beside me. He cuddled with me for a little while before it was time for us all to leave.
Saturday evening we all went to the Mandarin for Holly’s birthday meal. Jon and Laura had come down to do some business at the border with Jon’s work visa, so they decided to join us. When we got there we all went to get food immediately. Holly, Gage and Roan were the first ones back at the table, and the waiter walked over and ask if we were celebrating anything special. Holly said no, but I came back just in time and yelled “It’s her birthday! It’s her birthday!” and pointed at her.
When we were done our meal, they brought her a piece of cake and sang Happy Birthday. After she made her wish, they took a photo of all of us and gave it to us in a magnetic frame. I think it’s the only photo I’ve ever seen where both Gage and Roan were actually smiling and not trying to ruin the photo (although I noticed Roan did sneak in his chopstick impaled longan).
Don’t let our friendly smiles fool you. We spit venom from those teeth.
Holly and I went to St Catharines on Saturday (turns out she doesn’t hate me) to find some of those diodes Shawn needed to jtag my xbox. Then we went to the market and got some local fruit for us and eccle cakes for my dad. We had to kill some time before we could drop off the diodes to Shawn, so we had lunch at Strega before heading to Welland. We gave Shawn the diodes, then hung out for a bit. We smoked a joint and played with his new dog, until a giant spider caught my attention and we started throwing huge mosquitos at it’s web, watching it race over and wrap them up before they got away. I left my camera in Holly’s purse, which she left in her car, so I didn’t get any photos or video. Shawn’s mom brought her camera out, but I couldn’t get it to focus very well. If he uploads them to youtube I’ll post a link to them. It was pretty neat.
We left Shawn’s and headed over to my parent’s place to drop off the eccles and pick up the saw. I decided to show my dad the renderings I did of the first shelf, and he seemed pretty impressed with both the design and the renderings. I showed him a few other things I’ve posted here, but didn’t show him the blog (he still doesn’t know about this site, or my bad habits and it’s probably better that way). He really liked my little robot I call Goggles, and even asked me to send him links to it so he could show it off to someone else. I’ve decided I should get another domain where I can host a portfolio of all my work.
I also mentioned to my dad the possibility of me designing more furniture similar to these shelves, and compiling my own $5.00 ebook for D.I.Y. crafters to download. I’ve already got two different (although highly similar) shelf designs, complete with dimensioned shop drawings. I can easily think of a few other small projects I could include to make it worth someone paying $5.00 for. Although I’ll be holding off until I prove that this design works by building it for real.
My dad was a bit worried that I had posted the shop drawings online in case someone uses them for free, but I would be flattered if someone thought my design was worth stealing. I also did give the go ahead in a previous post. So I’m going to share this redesigned version too and if someone decides to also make it, I’m fine with that. I just ask that you send photos.
Click on the shop drawing for a bigger version that is easier to read.
The other morning I woke up and found the cats had opened the cupboard and dragged their bag of food out. This has happened a couple times before, but this time I was amazed. They literally got the bag out and dragged it at least six feet away, then chewed a hole big enough to fit their heads through, all without tipping it over. The other thing I couldn’t understand was why they didn’t eat the kibbles that spilled out during the dragging process. There was a sparse trail showing the path they took, but none of them touched any of those.
I’m thinking Tabbouleh was the mastermind. Although we all know Kanika is the queen of cupboard cat burgling.
As I mentioned earlier, I recorded some of Roan eating his birthday breakfast this morning. In this clip you hear: where the idea for this image came from, Roan’s birthday plans along with his discovery that it’s a long weekend, what happened to the shirt he originally planned to wear today, Holly complaining about people spelling Niagara wrong, me misunderstanding Roan about his xbox he has at his dad’s (didn’t realize that until just now), my recommendation that Gage and Roan play through Lego Star Wars II, and several of my bad jokes.
My favourite part of the video is definitely when I ask Roan if he just wiped his peanut butter hands all over his pants and he answers “No!… A little bit, but…”.
And here is the picture I took of Roan with peanut butter Joker lips, so I could show him how messy he was. I love how he felt it was necessary to throw up the peace signs even though I was just trying to get a picture of his mouth.
Apparently they were out of stork cakes, or perhaps that belief is antiquated. Either way, Lisa (my brother’s lovely girlfriend and tiny Cobra co-creator) ended up with this tasty treat at her non-gender-specific (if the icing colours didn’t give it away) baby shower on Saturday.
Although I see the humour in something so graphic, I doubt some of the older generations had the same reaction, and I don’t think I’d want to eat anything out of the first quadrant of this cake. Still, it must have taken someone an awful lot of time and talent.
My mum sent me this photo, and it made me realize two things:
*Titling this post gave me an idea for t-shirts for the parents-to-be. Now I need to do some research.
Tonight Holly and I went to Chatter’s (a local Greek place) for dinner, beers, and my new favourite food (pictured above and below) – Saganaki!
The first time I had it was last year, at some place in Vancouver. Jeff took me there, and we had beers on the patio. I was hungry but didn’t see anything I recognized on the meny. Jeff knew I love cheese, so he suggested the Saganaki. It’s a piece of cheese (not sure what type, but it’s unreal) in an iron skillet, that they pour brandy over after frying it, then light it on fire (above) and squeeze lemon all over. It’s served with pita bread, and after 4 or 5 times of eating it I think it’s surpassed pizza and tacos.
Holly says it looks ugly, but I don’t care. It’s so delicious all I see is beauty. If you’ve never had it, you should try it. If you like cheese at all, I guarantee you will love it. And if you don’t, just bring it to me. I’ll eat it.