I made a pie today. I was able to do so because it has been fairly cool here lately. Upper 60’s low 70’s… I love it. I stepped outside my Pie Comfort Zone (PCZ) and made something different. I pretty much have pumpkin and pecan down pat. It’s my job to make them for Thanksgiving. But it’s not pumpkin pie season. In keeping with my P Pie theme, I made peach. I hunted the peaches down at the farmers market, skinned and butchered them myself. I did not, however, make the crust. I’m not a complete fool.

It turned out scrumdilicious. I would have taken pictures of the making and final product except… I’m no better at photography than I am cooking. Besides, my kitchen was a mess. And not in an interesting artistic way. I was cooking piles of bacon at the same time I was making pie. For bacon bits, for baked potatoes. Anyhoo, L is someone who not only cooks amazing things, but also takes fabulous pictures of what she is making. Go look at her site if you want to see pretty food.

I make up for the lack of “interesting” in my post by providing you with a nice link to another blog. See how that works?

I usually don’t blog about my dreams because I think people don’t really find your dreams as interesting as you do. So unless I can keep it brief, or really entertaining, I avoid it.

I’ll keep this brief.

Last night I dreamt my stepfather was still alive. His wife called me to tell me they brought him home from the hospital because he wanted to die at home. However, it was very upsetting to see him like that, so they kept the lights off. In order to see where he was, they painted him with glow in the dark paint. And I could see them as they moved his arms and legs around, that’s all you could see, as the rest of the room was pitch black.

So, what the fuck?

Christmas – 9th grade. Check out the feathered hair. That didn’t just happen, kids. That took skill and serious time in front of the mirror.

Click to see the hair up close.

Fridays are our Saturdays. (and Saturdays are our Sundays, and so on.) Fridays are my favorite days. Fridays are the days in which we Get Things Done. Usually outside of the home. That may be one reason I like them so much, I don’t get out much. Fridays are days which we might go to a movie, go grocery shopping, shop for something we need, generally run errands.

Yesterday we went shopping for a couch. And while shopping for a couch, I realized that this was why I liked Fridays so much. We were wandering through IKEA, testing couches, talking about which kitchen we liked best and why. It may sound pretty dull, talking home furnishings. But it is actually quite wonderful. Just being together, walking around, talking about housing dreams, commenting on the ugly stuff. In the past, I would have walked through IKEA alone, and enjoyed it. But it’s not the same. It just made me… happy. Hokey? Perhaps. But I’m not sorry.

Saturdays are the days Wil gets to do whatever he wants, I don’t drag him anywhere if I can help it. usually video games is what he wants. We did buy a couch, not at IKEA. It is THE COUCH OF MY DREAMS. We’ll talk about that later.

This month I will celebrate my fifth anniversary of blogging. I’ve decided to blog every day this month in celebration. Some people blog every day, I’ve never felt like I had to. But I’ve lost some blog skills in the last few months. So I’m bringing back Then and Nows on Sundays and 50 Word Fiction on Fridays. This month I am going to renew my commitment to my blog. Yay!

Now I’m going to save this and post it on the 2nd, because I’ve already posted today and I don’t want to shoot my wad so early on in the game, right?

I couldn’t live less like a Rock Star if I tried. Oh, sure, I have a natural tendency to trash things, to leave messes, by my very nature. But it isn’t intentional. And it makes no statement against THE MAN or THE ESTABLISHMENT. I eat every color of m’n’m, although I do like to separate them out and eat each color in turn. I do the same with skittles. I’ve never had alcohol poisoning, or thrown up anywhere exciting. I’m a home body. I like books and computer games and movies. So, I wouldn’t say this will be a regular feature, I didn’t even create a category in Movable Type. But, sometimes, when you discover a helpful tip, you just have to share it.

How To Trash A Hotel Room Like A Rock Star And Fill Your Tummy With Sugary Goodness At The Same Time:



Acquire two dozen cupcakes. Have friends and family come to your hotel room. Serve said cupcakes with no plates or napkins. Seriously, crumbs EVERYWHERE. In the bed, on the floor, in the carpet, in my makeup bag, on the bathroom counter.

Fun cupcake gravitational fact: When you drop a cupcake, it will always land frosting side down.

Too. Hot. Must… reach… air conditioning…

So, to remedy that, we are going to an IMAX showing of the Harry Potter movie this afternoon. HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER HARRY POTTER! Oh man, do I love the Harry Potter. I’m actually more excited about the Harry Potter than I am the air conditioning. Which is saying something, considering how much I love a/c.

And to think, next week I get a new Harry Potter book, as well! I wish it came with air conditioning.

The other day I got my hair colored. I just wanted my blond fixed. It took three and a half hours. I know I have a lot of hair, but Sharyn could do do a full foil, haircut and straighten the whole mess in less time than that! I’ve never had anyone have to do my head in halves. My hair ended up darker, and the blond practically like silver stripes. Sounds cool, but not what I was looking for.Not at all what we talked about, either. However, it’s fine. As long as I’m not rooty in my picts, I’m ok with it. . But I guess I’m going to keep looking for a hair dresser. I don’t know if I’ll have time, on my wedding day, to wait for this girl to do an up-do. Plus, I think she was in the 9th grade like… last week.

While I was there, I had the honor of hearing Avril Lavigne’s “Girlfriend” not once, but twice. That brought the grand total of times I’ve heard that song to 2. But it stuck. Unfortunately. For days. The entire time we were in Victoria. I don’t know the words. All I would sing is “hey hey you you i don’t like your girlfriend!” And if I seemed to be getting over it, if I had not belted it out in the last 20 minutes or so, Wil would start off with “hey hey you you!” and I’d be trapped all over again.

Finally, another song replaced it. This is a video they have been playing before the trailers at the movies all summer. I’m going to be honest, the video confused and disturbed me. I don’t know why. And I figured this kid must have sold his soul to the devil to get the kinda deal he got, having his song played before every big summer movie in Canada. I assume all of Canada. I know it’s in BC at least. Well, it was until recently.

But when we saw the Transformers, this song was in the trailer for “Chuck and Larry.” And for some reason, now I like it. And I sing it all the time. But I don’t know the words to this one either, so I usually just bounce around and sing all the different colors I could be. I could be blue, I could be green, I could be cyan, I could be yellow.

Not a big holiday, as it happens, here in Canada. Maybe I’ll watch fireworks on one of the American tv channels tonight.

a car just drove by our building, honking it’s horn. It played the theme song to The Godfather.

Was that really necessary?