VOTE

Ok, I'm just gonna start of by admitting I don't follow politics closely. At all. Okay, maybe a little. But not enough to have an informed conversation.

Then along comes Rick Mercer of The Mercer Report with a "Rick's Rant" about the upcoming Canadian Federal election.

Watch it. Share it. VOTE!

Seriously... do it up at your local polling station on May 2, 2011. Have a voice. Get out there and make yourself count!

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Wordless Wednesday - Stacked Monopoly Pieces



What... you don't stack anything that isn't nailed down?

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The only bad thing about carrot cake is the name

To me, there is nothing more mouth-wateringly perfect than a piece (cough*manypieces*cough) of moist carrot cake with cream cheese icing. No nuts if-you-please. I adore carrot cake to the point where it was the flavour I chose for the bottom tier of my wedding cake (I’ll talk about that brilliant creation someday). Some people turn their noses up at it. I don’t understand those people. Carrot cake (despite its healthy sounding moniker) is a rich and decadent dessert that is the perfect balance of sweet and spice.

Today, we are celebrating the birthdays of two coworkers in my department with an incredible carrot cake made by another coworker. She is a gifted baker and we all love when she brings in a container of treats to share. Actually, she and I work in a department with six guys so the second there is something homemade put out to share its like throwing bread at pigeons. Their heads cock to the side and they scuttle over to grab up a piece. Of course I’m talking about birds here, not the guys… right?

Sweet little pieces of carrot cake heaven

At any rate, I have already nommed one piece of the carrot cake, but the rest of it is sitting on the desk behind me and I swear it was made with gravitational pull (or crack) because I can’t stop thinking about it and when someone walks by, I can smell it. I am jonesing for another piece however my wobbly-bits do NOT need any more insulation so I am trying to restrain myself. At the very least, wait a bit longer so I don’t embarrass myself.

Hmm… I think enough time has passed. Now excuse me while I take my carb-loving, ever-growing behind over to the remaining cake and bask in its awesomeness before I gobble down another piece.

PS – Happy Birthday Scott & Chris!

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The Humble Terrycloth Square

Today being Sunday meant it was laundry day in this household. Hoorah. Actually, I don't dislike the task of doing laundry, I just wish I could eliminate the 2 flights of stairs between the laundry area and our bedroom. At any rate, today was the day to restock the linen closet with towels, sheets and facecloths. For the record, a bath sheet (the big one) is the best sized towel to greet you when finished with a shower or bath (or hot tub soak).



Lovely neatly folded towels

As I was folding facecloths - and yes, everything needs to be folded JUST right - it struck me that I go through a lot of faceclothes in the run of a week. I can only use a facecloth once. Maybe it is because I look at the small square of terrycloth as a dirt-remover but once used, the faceloth is dried on the towel bar and tossed in the laundry hamper once dry.

I don't know how many people do or don't use them regularly, but I cannot wash my face without one. As a child, my mother would sometimes bring me a warm damp facecloth in the morning to help wake me up for the day. To me, there is nothing more sensory-awakening than a warm faceloth in my hands/on my face first thing in the morning.

I have been known to travel (even to friends houses) with my own facecloth and a baggie to bring it home damp to then dry and launder. To this end, I own 31 facecloths. Yes I counted them. They are all in various stages of wear and I look forward to getting nice new ones (hey family... gift idea, hint hint) and retiring old ones but honestly I love them all. Yeah, I'm having a moment about my faceloths. Welcome to my exciting world.

It makes me wonder how many people use facecloths like I do. I know a lot of people that don't stock them in their linen closets (hence why I travel with my own sometimes) but to me I can't imagine it. To those that don't use them, honestly how do you wash your face? Splash water on your face to get cleanser/soap off? If I could be enlightened I'd be grateful.

Anyhow, while I did get multiple loads of laundry washed/dried/not put away (I'm not a machine) I managed to finish the 365 page novel I started this morning. It wasn't anything moving or stellar, it was just a piece of literary fluff with just a wee bit of smut mixed in for good measure, but it held my attention all day and it was kinda nice to read a whole novel in one day... something I haven't done in ages!

Hope you all had a happy Sunday!

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I'm Back / Sorry for disappearing / Happy St. Patrick's Day

Hey… remember me? I totally used to blog here. Then I got really busy, then I got really sick (exhausted, weak, yadda yadda yadda), then I got better but was busy again. And now here I am. Blogging with my tail between my legs. Metaphorically that is. I haven’t a tail of my own, praise Jebus.

I have a bunch of posts bopping around in my head, but I have yet to put fingers to keyboard to get them out so here I sit with a head full of fun and possibly useless posts. I know, I gotta get to it. And I will! Tonight I have a Skype date with my sister on the other side of the country, but I also plan on putting together a post about my awesome banana bread that I made the other day and you all need to know about.

Also, I want to thank my friends and followers who emailed/texted/called me to make sure I was okay since there haven’t been any posts since Feb. 27; I truly appreciate the concern and hope to not have another lull like this again.

Until the next post (and since it IS St. Patrick’s Day and I am proud of my Irish heritage), Slainté!

I debated wearing this to work today,
then decided to just go with a green sweater and save this for after work-hours!

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