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Is it just me…

…or is Quality Street not even trying anymore?


More specifically:


The asterisk next to each of them isn’t even an excuse or apology it just says they may contain nuts which, you know, wouldn’t even be necessary if they still called the purple one Hazelnut Truffle (or whatever it was called). I don’t remember what the green triangle was originally called so I guess their plan is working?


I have just one thing to say…

toilet paper diagram

Some might call it art (and I might call them stupid)

So I was sitting here trying to think about what to write today and I brought up paint to doodle. Before I knew it an hour had passed and I still had nothing but a doodle. And so I leave you with another cop out (I’m sure you expected at least a few…right?). I call this Procrastination in Paint:


I introduce to you: My Fridge

Yeah, it's my fridge

This is my fridge. There is not much in there because I cleaned it today. The cleaning also happens to be the only reason I am putting a picture of my fridge up here. Well, that and the fact that I don’t feel like writing anything tonight. There is no before picture because I would prefer to forget the before and pretend it always looks this shiny and clean.

There is nothing too interesting in there, but we do have four types of cheese up in the top pull out shelf thingy: shaved Parmesan, cheese slices, two blocks of feta and Norwegian goat cheese. So that’s something I guess. We also have all the ingredients for Chicken Caesar Salad because we were supposed to have that tonight, but we decided to go have dinner at a pub instead. E behaved like a two year old on a bad day and K was fantastic. Kids.

There is a few pieces of E’s artwork on the freezer door. One is a family portrait that includes Abby our, apparent, caterpillar cat. The other big one is me and Andy. The little purple square contains my most favourite picture of a cat in the whole world that E drew about a year ago. Here, let’s get a close up:


Just so you know I planned to just crop the cat from the original fridge photo, but it was too grainy so I actually got the camera out and took another picture thereby making this quick and easy post a little harder. Also, in the interest of full disclosure you should know that I photoshopped my floor clean rather than actually cleaning it.

When will these candy teeth stop being funny (to me)?

When will these candy teeth stop being funny (to me)?

I’m gonna go with never on this one.

Cheater cheater pumpkin eater

As you may have noticed I’m trying to post more. I was going for every day, but I just didn’t feel like it yesterday and now I can’t think of anything to write about today so I am reposting something I wrote two and a half years ago. It’s not topical or anything, just an amusing tale. I do find it funny that I originally prefaced this post with “nothing to write”. So here we go, a post from my old blog dated July 12, 2005 (with a photo added in for effect!)…


I’m having trouble thinking of anything to write lately so I figured I’d tell a funny story from our trip to Nova Scotia at Christmas time.

This story takes place at LAX in December, 2004. We were in line for customs and Andy had to give his fingerprint and have his photo taken so he could be identified if he did anthing wrong like park at the white curb* that was for pick up and drop off only. I didn’t have to do these things because I’m Canadian and the US and Canada have some sort of agreement about making people have their picture taken after being in the air for a gagillion hours and not having a shower for the same amount of time. E also got off because she was only 11 months old, but that excuse wouldn’t work for everyone at LAX that day. Next Andy and E had to go get a little green piece of paper telling them how long they could stay in the US, I didn’t have to do this because of the Canadian thing and went on to collect our luggage.

This is where we come to the funny part and I’m retelling the story so forgive me if the details are sketchy. Andy and E went on to the next part of customs and Andy was given two forms to fill out; one for him, one for E (who was 11 months old at the time). Andy filled out all their details signed his form and handed them to the officer. The officer looked the forms over and then looked at E’s (who was 11 months old) and noticed it wasn’t signed. He looked at Andy and said very seriously, “This isn’t signed, she has to sign it.” Andy looked at the officer and said very seriously, “She’s eleven months old.” To which the officer replied, “Well she has to sign it.” Andy just said, “She’s only ELEVEN MONTHS old!” The officer looked her up and down with a glare and snarled. E just shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “Hey man, I’m only eleven months old what do want from me?”

Finally the officer gave in and let Andy sign for her. Andy held in all the things he wanted to say and just walked away because these guys can make life very difficult for you if they choose. Personally, after being cramped up in a plane for 20 hours, I’d have given the pen to E and let her scribble all over the form and then would have proceded to throw the form in his face saying, “There ya go you freakin’ moron, put that in your file and shove it.”

Lucky for all of us I’m Canadian and got a free pass, eh?

Monkey and Mimmi
E (now a year old and therefore expected to drive in L.A.) and my mother while we were visiting Canada.

* Every time they played the announcement for the white curb rules this is what we heard: “The wanker is for pick up and drop off only. Do not leave your car unattended at the wanker.” It wasn’t until we’d heard it at least 20 times before we realized what they were actually saying.

I do know these things, I swear…

Mamma: You need to get your citizenship.

Me: Yeah. Australia Day is April 25 so I think I’ll do it then when they have a ceremony.

Andy: Australia Day is in January!

Me: Oh! Right! ANZAC Day is in April. Well, at least I got the 25th right.

Andy, with very wide eyes: It’s the 26th!

Me: I’m gonna fail.