Wii bit of trouble

The Wii Fit is giving me shit for being up late.

Bee Attack

Lacey bought a Daffodil plant before Easter and today noticed it was pretty much dead, so we marked it for disposal.  In the process, we noticed there was a bee on it! eeek! 

Where did it come from?  The plant wasn’t budding when it was delivered, so it’s not like the bee was hiding on a blossom.  We work on the 3rd floor, and the windows don’t open, not to mention it has been snowing since the weekend.  We panicked, and called in reinforcements (aka Carol) to help capture the bee with a very large plastic bag. 

Festival Season

Dance festival season is underway. M in the dressing room for her
National Ballet/Pre-pointe class. Their dance is 'Italy'.

Mmmm… butt…

I’m eating (and playing with my food) Easter chocolate for breakfast today.

What time is it?

 

It’s BACON TIME!!! … I wonder if the plastic smells like bacon.

from McPhee.com

If I was a cat

I'd be like,

… receive bacon

This one made me giggle when I saw it in my Inbox.

(if you haven’t figured it out, it’s instructions on the hot air blower found in public washrooms)

The One Binary Watch

My brother finally got a binary watch and I want one too.

Gaga for Gaga

We’ve been watching the occasional American Idol episode this season, and tonight I just watched the episode where Lady Gaga made a guest appearance.  I like her music, her videos are odd to say the least, but after watching her A.I. performance, I have a new respect for the lady, partly because she was sitting behind a plexiglass piano filled with bubbled and drowned in pink lights, but mostly because she actually plays the piano, she has fun and sings well and dances her heart out.  Her singing with the violin shows that she’s more than just an eccentric personality.  I bought the video on iTunes.

Watch the video here.

After goggling her, I discovered she learned to play the piano by ear at the age of 4, she spent some time in University studying arts and writing essays and analytical papers on intellectual topics, and she has done song work for other artists such as the Pussycat Dolls and Britney Spears.

Everything should taste like bacon

I haven’t hid that fact that lately I have been a bacon devouring machine. As a result, I have been given a few bacon alternative suggestions.  First it was suggested I try turkey bacon – hideous, foul taste in my mouth!  And the texture was gross.  Not crispy like real bacon.

Then there was the suggestion of Baconnaise.  that’s just wrong!  Who thought it would be a good idea to fuse two ultra-fatty foods? Why not just save your own bacon grease and smear it on your sandwich?  I believe bacon in a sandwich should be something you chew on, and should not be available in a spread.

 

Today I received an awesome suggestion, one that has my mouth watering and has me wanting to race out to Safeway to see if they sell it: Baconsalt.  Oh drool, I think it would taste delicious on baked potatoes or French fries, when you just want a subtle hint of bacon flavour.  And it comes in 9 flavours!

Finally seeing the world

For the past little while I noticed Miranda was squinting a lot.  I didn’t know if it was sensitivity from the light, glare, or because she read it in a book or saw it on TV and thought it was a cool thing to do. 

I scheduled an eye exam and when the optometrist put up the first row of letters, I could tell right away (from her ability to read them!) that she was going to need glasses. 

Last Friday she picked up her 2 new pairs of glasses.  My mum to her to pick them out, which I think was better than me going, because I see M every day and was too close to judge what did didn’t want to be overbearing when it came to her selection. (Pretty brave that I let Scott and myself shell out $300 without even seeing what we were paying for!)

Before I talked to Miranda, I asked my mum how it went.  She said Miranda was thrilled, and Miranda said the world looked brighter.

I was brought to tears when Miranda had exclaimed to her, “Not only can I see those trees, but now I can see where the branches separate!”

When I finally did see her, I was please with her attitude.  Afraid that she would not like the glasses or think of them as an annoyance, her attitude was just the opposite.  To her, they were a facilitator to opportunity, the opportunity to see the world clearly and more vibrantly.

In the car, she pointed across the street to the red stop-hand signal light and said, “Now it actually looks like a red hand,” then sliding her glasses down her nose, “and without all I see is a red blob.”

This week has been Spring Break, and she has been vacationing at grandparent’s houses so I haven’t seen her long enough to take a better picture.