You may or may not have noticed my absence on Twitter and on your blogs. If you have, I apologize for being so anti-cyber social.
These sounded good, how could dried yams not sound good? I must have been very hungry. They are just that, dried yams, not sweetened, not salted. Just dried. Not bad, but not good.
These are good. Some kind of weird potato snack, Italian Gratin flavoured. Everyone loved them.
These are definitely deep fried, but lightly sweetened, maybe even sweet/salty. But the texture will kill your mouth, kind of like crinkle cut fries but 400 times harder.
Emily picked this cup of ramen for her dinner. She boiled the water, followed the directions, for cooking the noodles. Then she drained the water and added the flavour packet and packet of 'oil', which looked like fat mixed with seeds. She said it was good and that she could eat it again, but she didn't actually finished it all, so I question how good it was.
One of the reasons I like taking her to the Oriental Supermarket is because she can read the packaging. She's taught herself to read Japanese, which is more than I can do. She can't read everything, but she can gets the gist of it and can translate for me. So when I saw these, next to something I recognized, I asked her to translate and sure enough it was exactly what I thought. And she knew what it was so we had to buy it. Naruto, swirl fish cakes. It's similar to imitation crab. You slice them thinly and use it to decorate your food.
Like this, our peanut sauce noodles.
Grandpa had a dr.'s appt., the dr. thinks there's a blockage of some sort because his pulse is weaker at his feet than anywhere else. He sent him for bloodwork and he'll be having more tests ASAP. Thank you for all the well wishes!
Work it, Baby Bear!
Linus wanted in on the action when he heard I was handing out treats for good girls and boys. 
Sally's such a good sport, she sat on the mini chair for a long time while I fiddled with the shot. 
But first he must actually rip up some grass, namely my zebra grass, he then pulled two branches of my forsythia. You can see the stinky tennis ball sneaking up on him.
He sat around like a dope because I told him to stop demolishing the flora and fauna.
He caught the stinky tennis ball, made lots of steam, and had some fun. You can see his assortment of yard toys (and possibly a doggy deposit) in this one, the tree root, and the 2x6s he likes us to throw for him, only problem is I can hardly lift them, so they usually land on him or about 3 feet in front of me.
How can you not love this face? The dog breath, the grass in the teeth, the goobery jowls, the stinky tennis ball.
I had seen a neat trick with Christmas lights that I wanted to try. I knew there was a reason I still had a box of lights that didn't get put away after Christmas. Linus helped with the set up. He was checking the mug of water to make sure it was okay. He actually drank the whole thing.
And not to be left out, I had to get a shot or two of Miss Sally. She likes to high tail it when Linus starts his antics.
I don't know who the torch bearer was but the whole thing gave me teary eyes. How proud he looks. The funny thing is that his cheering team that might have been his wife and daugthers were funny. The one that we thought was his wife laughed hysterically the whole time as she jogged along the sidewalk with him.
On the way home, which is also the route of the torch relay, hundreds of people were along the highway so I parked and walked over to see it again. Here you can see them lighting the next runner's torch, oh, that's right, you can't really because Darlene's head is in the way. But you can make out that gas is 99.9 cents a liter.
I'm glad I went. I'm cold, but it really was something to see. And I got to wear my prize winning fleece jacket because it's the only red one I have.
I HAVE to get this. For realz.
"About the song :
...THIS-IS-SO-TRUE. *sob* :") reminds me of my crush, how I stalked him for years, ..and enjoy being invisible, he doesn't even know I'm exist.
Sometimes politics can be really fun. Here's a great example.
I have just booked my first job to photograph a wedding. I'm crapping my pants and probably will every day until May 24th, even though the wedding is on the 23th, until I see the photos, I won't be able to handle it."Trust yourself. You have put yourself right where you belong. Then cleaning and organizing is more enjoyable because it applies to building the world that you want to live in. Smiles :)"
Thanks Dave. I'm going to remember that as I go through my day.
I love my blog friends.
I took the dogs outside and was playing around a bit more with the lens, when I caught Sally doing this...
Apparently she saw Linus do this...
As far as I can tell he was doing laps around the yard and slipped in the mud and ice that our back yard has become, I did catch him just slidding into a lawn chair and a bush and then he ran to me and I got mud all over my face.
I figured it was my turn to contribute to the evening, so I began dashing up and down 9th Avenue in a desperate attempt to flag a cab.
"What are you doing?!" my date inquired. "Wind sprints!" I replied, "I want to burn off my Chicken Marsala." He seemed to accept this explanation.
I felt like the Birdman of Alcatraz. I had to escape this hell, at any cost, and I was willing to do anything to anything to make it happen.
Finally, I managed to snag us a cab. It was a beautiful thing. I really enjoyed the trip home. It was a ton of fun to watch Greg hit Brian on the back of the head for 20 minutes. As we entered the city limits, my date ordered the cab to halt outside the biggest, loudest meat market in town. I was so spent from my wind sprints, I didn't have the energy to protest.
"Best friend's girlfriend" and I both needed to powder our noses, so we waded through the beer and vomit and managed to make it to the ladies room.
As we primped our hair in the mirror she remarked to me..."Aren't Brian and Greg hilarious!! They can amuse each other for ever! What do you want? They're guys!! Oooh, Modern English...I LOVE this song. Let's go!"
She grabbed me by the hand, and pulled me through the crowd.
That's when it hit me.
"This girl is deep" I thought. "She has the secret. THEY'RE GUYS!"
What did I expect? Someone to talk to me for any other reason than to ask what kind of underwear I had on or whether of not I like to give back rubs? I don't know what I was thinking.
*It was at that moment I realized that I needed a serious attitude adjustment. Sooo, I did what any respectable girl would do, I went up front while the guys talked, and I danced in place with "best friend's girlfriend." We talked about each other's new clothes and used each other's lipstick. Occasionally the boys would do something silly and we would giggle with appreciation.
At the end of the night I went home with my new boyfriend. I gave him a back rub and listened to him talk about how much money he made the previous year. I even made him a sandwich.
It was a pivotal moment in my life, because I had finally figured out how to make a relationship work.
Life is really only as complicated as you make it.
*Fake endingOkay, the real ending is, after I used the facilities, I politely excused myself, and caught a cab home. ALONE.
When Prince Charming called the next day to ask me out on yet another date, he was shocked when I refused. He thought we had a GREAT time.
You know what they say, "You have to kiss alot of frogs, before you find your prince."
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to give my husband a big hug, and thank my lucky stars that I found him.
I've been wanting to make a star album for awhile. And I used the same inspriration as the card I posted earlier. I'm lovin' the colour combo right now.
I made a few cards in the last week or so. I don't think I posted them yet.
Not your normal Valentine's colours.
I got the inspiration for this right from a layout in the Stamper's Success magazine.
A little foxy thank you.
This vintage set wasn't my first choice but after seeing some samples made with it, I decided to get it and now I love it!
I love the font in the Well Scripted set.
So the sets I used in these cards...