Sunday, May 6, 2007
Breakfast
Lunch is one of those meals that is kind of here nor there. You can have a quick sandwich, you can grab a bag of chips, just have a smoothie or skip it entirely. It can be a hot meal, or a cold meal. A coffee and a cookie or an entire entree. I mean really, what's up with lunch?
Then you have dinner. Now dinner is supposed to be the sit down formal meal that tops off your day. But I don't know about you, but when I get home from work, the last thing in the world that I want to do is stand on my feet for yet another hour fixing up a feast. Normally I'm not all that hungry and would really be just as happy just snacking. Now I'm not writing off dinner entirely. My family has a long lasting tradition of Sunday night dinner. And I too am attempting to keep this alive. There is nothing like a big fancy meal to finish your week or start it, depending on how you look at it. But then again, Sunday isn't a working day. So taking that extra time to prepare that big meal is worth it and normally rather enjoyable.
But then there is that special meal, that first meal, that wonderful little thing called breakfast.
I have tons of friends that skip this meal, and I must admit that sometimes I do too. There are mornings when I'm too tired to eat, or to rushed or simply just don't know what I want. But when I say Breakfast, I don't mean a bowl of cereal or a stack of toast. I mean real breakfast. Pancakes, french toast, bacon, fruit salad, bagels, hash browns, croissant....
I think the reason breakfast is so wonderful is that it's a meal you don't have to stress out about. When you're out for breakfast with friends or family it's not about making the "healthy choice". You throw caution to the wind and eat whatever you want. You cover your french toast in maple syrup, you butter those pancakes, you eat that extra piece of bacon. You clear your plate.
There is nothing more satisfying than that full feeling you get from a good breakfast. It can last all day. Sometimes right even up to dinner. It's wonderful....
So to everyone out there, the next chance you get go out there and have a huge breakfast. Eat all you can and enjoy every single last bite.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Weekday Getaway
Sorry for the lack of BLOG
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Spring is Sprung
Saturday, March 17, 2007
First Computer
Look at it! It's tiny black and green screen, it's big-ol' disk drive. But this picture doesn't really give you the whole picture.
Is it is computer? Is it a suitcase? WHO KNOWS? I do
It's a suitcase sized computer!
So many times I have told people about this suitcase portable computer. How the bottoms of it came off to reveal the keyboard and opposite it the screen. How many times people have not had any idea what I was talking about it.
We must have had this computer when i was in grade 1 or 2 (given to my father by my uncle as I recall), because I recall that in grade 3 my father brought it into class so that fellow students could start to learn how to type.
There wasn't much for programs on this old hunker. All I can remember is word processor an pong. But I mean really, what else do you need?
I must say I feel a lot better knowing that I didn't make this up. And that this computer really did exist. And it reconfirms my love of the Internet. World Wide Web, I love you. Is there anything you can't do?
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Neighbours
Normally it's not even the hacky lady who we hear. Normally it's the other apartment we share a wall with. And that is normally fighting and crying. The couple who live next door don't have a very good relationship. Sometimes I feel like going over there and telling them to break up.
Hacky lady may have just growled. I must admit I am kind of scared of her. We've only really heard from her once before, and that was frightening enough by itself. It was rather late at night and we were getting ready for bed. She obviously has a TV in her bedroom and it was on really loudly. Both Nick and I had to get up early for work and being able to hear what your neighbours are watching on TV is not cool. It had been happening quite a bit, but Nick had been away... I'd just been putting up with it. In fact, I didn't even really mind it. When I was a child I most of the time fell asleep to the noise of the TV in my parents bedroom.
However, Nick wasn't having any of it. After I showed him how hard I found it was to bang on the floor by stomping, he did a proper job of it. She most definitely heard it. After Nick's rather aggressive stomp, we just were chatting among ourselves when all of the sudden we heard coming from below "I CAN YELL LOUDER!!!" We immediately stopped talking and started listening. That was all we heard. We started whispering then went to sleep.
Either way, I never hear her television anymore. Just her dying and she hacks and heaves in the bathroom every morning.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Things are Bigger In Texas North
The picture above doesn't necessarily pay the size of these drinks justice. Let me give you some perspective.
So that is one normal sized drink, besides the hugely massive pitcher drink (note the straw, they are meant for single consumption). It isn't exactly known how much alcohol one of these pitchers contains. The bartender just kind of starts pouring and keeps pouring and keeps pouring. Pretty exciting really.
Now you are probably thinking, well it's probably only two or three shots, that pitcher doesn't really look all that much bigger than that single. I assure you that is not the case.
There, I think that paints the picture better. They really are quite big. And they do hit you (or me) quite hard, especially when consumed rather quickly.
Or then again, maybe it was that second drink in my hand that did it. Or wait... that was the one that pushed me into vomit realm. Yeah that's right. One pitcher, one single and I was not very well sometime during the wee hours of the night.