Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
...permission to vomit granted. Matty was itching to bake so who am I to stop this nice man from making a few batches cookies and cupcakes. We spent the evening munching on pizza and decorating the baked goods. Mixing colours for the icing brings back memories of elementary school. Don't remember the last time I've done something yummy and creative like this... aside from March 31st, of course.Piping is a lot harder than I thought... the day before our wedding I only played with sprinkles and found that challenging enough... Now we have some chocolate and butterscotch chip cookies and chocolate mint cupcakes with Kahlua/coffee/cocoa/mint icing.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Rude awakening this morning. In fact, anytime I'm awoken by anything in the morning is rude. Loud noises... that don't seem to stop... I stumbled to our living room window to see this:Wipe eyes again to make sure... ughhh.
Do. Not. Want.
Aaaand the audio:
Matty was getting ready for work, i.e. surfing the 'net. I wondered aloud if those guys out there would let me take a piece of the tree trunk. I get so sentimental over trees, especially when they're being sacrificed for condo construction. (This one in particular is a fruit tree... don't remember what type but Joan, our downstairs neighbour and most senior resident, has been living in our building for the past fifty years and remembers that tree, and now it's gone. This upsets me... and probably Joan to some extent.)
Matty and I agreed if I were to ask them, they would likely say yes, so I asked my husband to please go ask them to spare me a couple slices of tree trunk. Now that we're married, he's more likely to do whatever I want him to do... within reason... I suggested if he were to tell the men his wife asked, it would go over better. Somehow, I like how the phrase, "my wife wants blah blah blah..." makes a bizarre request seem much more reasonable. Try it sometime...
SUCCESS!Yeah, the trunk chunks were a touch larger than anticipated. Guess who had to carry them up three flights of stairs? I guess it's fair since he helped me by doing the talking and he had to rush to work. HEAVY. Each one had to be at least seventy pounds (Sierra, the dog behind the trunk section, is about fifty-five pounds), and the workmen were hefting them into the wood chipper like it was nothing. The tree was very much alive, too, and full of sap as the wood's damp to the touch. RIP tree...