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Spilled Egg

8 Aug

Why is it “spilled” when it is a liquid but “dropped” when it is a solid?

Not really the point of my post but just a thought to wonder about…at 2am…when I should be sleeping… πŸ˜‰

Tonight after rehearsal I came home and was making myself a late dinner. Usually if I have a later dinner it is super simple, and on the smaller side, and sort of breakfast related…what can I say, breakfast foods tend to be my favourite, shrug.

I opted for egg on toast, though my version also has two slices of turkey bacon on there, so the layers go: toast, turkey bacon, over easy fried egg. Simple. Tasty. Has protein. Yum!

I’ve made this often enough I have the timing down perfectly so there I am with the bread toasted and on the plate, the turkey bacon on top of the toast, and I bring the fried egg over via spatula to put the egg on top of the bacon but the egg slips and next thing you know it is flying through the air and landing sorta stuck between the front of the cupboard and a plastic bag that holds my empty pop cans (I collect them for the bottle depot). I actually had a brief moment when I thought I could somehow save the egg but then it continued it’s journey downwards (damn you gravity!) and plop, it was on the floor.

The floor of my kitchen that I haven’t scrubbed in over a week.

Crap.

I picked up the still hot egg, saw the cat hair on it, made a mournful sound, and put the still hot egg in the compost.

Trying to move on from the disaster, and also trying to fix the meal before my toast and turkey bacon went stone cold I quickly cooked another egg.

As I pick this egg up on the spatula to carry over to the toast I am more cautious, no repeats of last time thank-you-very-much!

Instead, as I transfer the egg from the spatula to on top of the turkey bacon it starts to slide and almost goes off the plate in to the sink!

NoooOOOOooooo!

Luckily I managed to save it and put it back where it belonged. Phew!

You should have seen how careful I was when carrying my plate to the chair where I sat and ate. I was half convinced the universe didn’t want me to eat tonight and was doing everything in its power to ruin my meal. Because obviously it couldn’t have been my fault, not my clumsiness or anything that might be the problem here… πŸ˜‰

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Random Cleaning

19 Jul

Do you ever do that thing where you start to tidy up something small and then it grows to a slightly larger cleaning job and before you know it you’re on your knees scrubbing the floor?

No?

Just me?

Okay then… πŸ˜‰

I was tidying up the apartment a bit and got to the sweeping the floor stage. I figured I’d sweep the floor tonight, vacuum tomorrow (it is late and I don’t want to disturb the people who live above me), and also mop tomorrow. Realistically I probably wouldn’t have ended up vacuuming or mopping tomorrow, but pretending I was going to usually gets me out of doing it in the moment. πŸ˜‰

Well…after the sweeping I thought “can’t hurt to pull out the Swiffer and use that quickly in the bathroom”. So I did.

Then I thought “I’ve already got the Swiffer out, might as well do the kitchen floor also”. So I did.

Then I thought “This Swiffer sucks and did not do a good job, maybe I’ll just do some quick spot cleaning with a rag to get the obvious parts the Swiffer failed to clean”.

Instead of grabbing a spray bottle of cleaner and a rag I ended up filling a bucket with Mr. Clean and hot water and grabbing a cleaning sponge, those ones with a scratchy side and a soft side.

Next thing I know I’ve pulled the freakin stove out from it’s spot, pulled the broom back out so I can sweep behind the stove, and then I’m scrubbing the walls that were hidden by the stove and I somehow ended up on my knees, scrubbing the floor.

How do these things happen? *rolls eyes*

Ah well, least my floor is clean! πŸ™‚

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Garden Fruit

8 Jul

For all that I like to hike, and dragon boat, and I get so grateful to finally be able to escape being inside when work is done, I am not really an outdoorsy kind of gal. Shocking I know! πŸ˜‰

This extends to being in gardens. I like gardens in theory, but in reality they are filled with bugs, and spider webs, and wind, and too many icky things for me to enjoy myself. I never relax in gardens because I’m always keeping an eagle eye out for the next bug to wander my way. And yes, I know I am crazy.

My landlords were away for a while and they asked me to water the hanging baskets because the sprinkler system they have set up wasn’t working properly and two baskets were being neglected. They also asked me to keep an eye on the strawberries and pick the raspberries.

Pick the raspberries!

So, not only water some plants but touch them! Touch! Eek!

I put it off for as long as I could but eventually I had to go out there and water stuff, and pick fruit, and you have never seen a person look more uncomfortable than me picking raspberries.

Turns out flowers in hanging baskets are kinda delicate so they may not recover from the time I “forgot” to water them…I am much better with cacti. Indoor cacti that is. I have two and they are doing great, even with the cat chewing on them now and then.

The strawberries, well, I don’t know how to gauge how well the bush is actually doing. It is super tiny but it did create these…

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The little one was still attached so I left it. The larger one had come off the bush so I took it inside. I would’ve put it in the compost but my landlady kept texting asking if I had eaten it yet so I scrubbed that sucker so clean there was no way there was any trace of a bug footprint left and I ate it. It was actually pretty good. Smaller than strawberries from Safeway but more flavourful.

Then the drama of the raspberries! I’m in the backyard plucking the raspberries from the bush and every time I slightly change the angle I am looking at the bush by I see more raspberries ready to be picked. They were hidden amongst the leaves, near the back of the bush, generally in harder to reach areas that involved my hand going deep in to the bush to be able to grab the fruit. I was so not ok with this. Then! Oh the horrors! I was picking a raspberry and an ant got on my hand! My hand! I did the whole shaking my hand thing and that ant went nowhere, clung to me for dear life. So then I continued to shake the hand while the rest of my body started to move and jerk around and I almost came in to contact with a spider web! A spider web, just right there, in the open, waiting to ensnare me and make it easier for the spider to creep from the web on to me, *shudder*.

That was when I called it quits.

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This was my reward for my dramatic time in the garden. I could have gotten a lot more for a lot less stress at the grocery store…just sayin! They are quite tasty though, and free since all I had to do was pick them and not buy the bush or put effort in to growing them lol.

I am so incredibly grateful that raspberry bush is in the backyard and out of sight…

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It’s Canada Day!

1 Jul

WooHoo! It is Canada’s 150th Birthday today, time to celebrate! Or ya know, go to work if you work today…like I do… πŸ˜›

There will be parties, fire works, events of all kinds all across the country…it will be epic. Not gonna lie, I’m a little bummed I’ll miss out on the festivities but I look forward to hearing the stories from everyone who got to celebrate.

As with every Canada Day since I started this blog I am about to bombard you with YouTube videos celebrating the day, and possibly a cute meme or two if I find some I want to share.

Enjoy!

Okay, so “bombard” may have been a strong word, I fully intended to bombard you all but I can’t find as many videos as I thought I would, le sigh. So instead I will leave you a link to a story that is about as Canadian as it gets…

http://www.ctvnews.ca/canada/herding-cattle-in-saskatchewan-leave-it-to-beaver-1.3373151

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canada day water fight

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A Safeway Sandwich

28 Jun

The other day I had a small amount of time to grab something to eat so I stopped at Safeway and did that whole build your own sandwich deal…yeah…so not worth it.

I’ve never gotten a sandwich from there but since my options were one of the pre-packaged sandwiches, a freshly made to order sandwich, or my going to Subway, I thought this was a healthy choice.

The list of options you can pick from is out of date so the first three types of bread I asked for I was told I couldn’t have because they don’t use that bread anymore. Okaaaaay…annoying but fine. Then the guy couldn’t tell me how much my sandwich was going to cost because it depended what meat I got, I told him I wanted turkey and he was still unable to tell me how much it was going to cost. sigh. Then when he put the turkey on the bread it only covered half the bread! The meat is pre-portioned to make sure they only put a certain amount on the sandwiches but the portioned out amounts are freakishly small, so I asked for double meat. Oh, and when I asked how much it would cost for double the turkey he said it depended on how much the turkey cost…but he didn’t follow that up with how much the turkey costs, he just ended the sentence like that lol

I was starting to wonder just how much this sandwich was going to cost me. At this point I didn’t really want it anymore, it was becoming more effort than it was worth, but not like I could walk out half way through the sandwich making process. *rolls eyes*

The rest of the sandwich had mustard, light mayo, spinach, cucumber, tomato, red onion, and one slice of cheddar cheese. a fairly classic combo.

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I was doing the really classy thing of sitting in my car and eating the sandwich, I would have eaten it while driving but they didn’t cut it so it was too large for me to hold and eat, while driving.

The first bite was pretty much all bread and that kinda set the tone for the rest of the sandwich, the tone being I was eating stale bread. I know, I know, first world problems! But c’mon, I paid for this freshly made sandwich and they can’t even be bothered to put it on bread that isn’t stale? Not cool Safeway.

In the end the bread was inedible, I ended up opening the sandwich up and eating the meat, cheese, and veg, then threw the bread away. So, yay on saving calories! But boo on paying for something that turned out to be a waste of money.

I should’ve just gone to Subway. πŸ˜›

Being A Grown-Up

18 Jun

Some days you just can’t get away from having to be an adult. All the blanket forts in the world won’t help you if you don’t pay your car insurance on time and then drive your car.

So on that day when I have to go be a grown-up and pay a ridiculous amount of money to the insurance company I make sure to outwardly display my internal maturity…which fyi, isn’t all that high! lol

That’s how I ended up wearing my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle cap to the insurance company’s office…

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I suppose I could argue that I was being grown-up and responsible by wearing a hat on a sunny day but that wasn’t my motivation and I won’t pretend it was lol πŸ˜›

People Need Hobbies

27 May

A week and a half ago I finally started composting. Yes I know I am late to the game with this but hey, at least I’ve started now, right? That should count for something!…maybe… πŸ˜‰

Anyways!

I have been dutifully collecting my kitchen scraps in a brown paper bag, that is inside of a plastic bag juuuuuust in case the paper bag leaks…I may or may not have trust issues when it comes to paper bags…and I got to the point where it was time to take them out to the larger bin.

Where I live all composting materials go in the bin labelled “Yard Trimmings”, it looks just like the garbage bin, only the name on the top is different. My landlord always keeps both bins under the deck so not like I have to go searching for the thing.

Only, I did have to go searching, because it wasn’t there. I thought maybe I missed the day it goes out and it was already in the alley waiting for pick-up, no biggie, I can hold off one more day and add them to a newly emptied bin, but nope. The bin didn’t reappear the next day.

Or the next.

Or the next.

Finally I go actively searching for this thing. I’d like to pretend it is because I am industrious but it is more because my kitchen scraps are starting to smell a little and I’m not enjoying it.

So a-hunting I go! Is it in the alley? Nope. The front yard? Nope. The backyard? Nope. Under a different part of the deck? Nope.

What the hell, where could it have gone?

Last night I ran in to my landlord, and his wife, and I ask where it is. I am all self-depreciating about it, saying how I feel so dumb I can’t seem to find a large, usually easy to spot bin, and it turns out it isn’t me being a dummy!

Someone stole the yard trimmings bin.

yard trimming bin

Should I make a missing poster for it?

Who. Does. That?

Someone who needs a hobby, that’s who!

I mean c’mon, not like these things are hard to come by, ask the city and you’ll get one, they want us to compost!

But nope. Someone who is obviously lacking in entertainment apparently decided after last yard trimming pick-up day to go down the alley and take our bin. *rolls eyes*

My faith in my fellow human is fast decreasing.

So now I am storing my compost in the brown bag (which has split), inside the plastic bag, inside an old kitty litter container that has a lid, in the hopes of containing the smell..but oh man do ya ever get a strong whiff when you open the lid to add something new in there.

The landlord contacted the city, turns out these things have serial numbers on them, and he was told they (as in the city) would get back to him…that was almost a week ago…if this doesn’t get resolved soon I’m going to have a whole new ecosystem flourishing in that kitty litter container, and won’t that just be all kinds of fun to deal with? πŸ˜‰

 

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