squarsh
asthma attack. ugh. when i breath out i can hear the air curdling in my bronchioles. it's special. another special thing is facial herpes. the fish eggs appeared suddenly on monday night. no warning. no tingling or numbness. just sudden apparition after vacuuming. at first i thought it was only the corner of my mouth which was not a usual spot, but it soon became apparent that the big dipper spilled over down on to my face. it's big cluster of fish eggs this time folks.
archie's wet nose delivers electric shocks.
monday night i made butternut squash soup. it's my favourite soup recipe. we make it at work. it's a recipe i found from a magazine which featured some famous chefs with their favourite comfort food recipes. the butternut squash soup is from the smug chef. that's what i call him because there's a picture of him sitting there with his bowl of soup and he just looks so darned smug and why shouldn't he? anyways i modify smuggie's recipe to suit my tastes. basically i add more apples, more cinnamon and more maple syrup. my 'tastes' appear to be sweet. i love the smell and the colour of butternut squash. the colour is sunshiny and the smell is fresh and sweet and yet still squashie. does anybody have any clue as to what i'm talking about or am i lost in my own double rainbow world?
anyways i've been sipping mugs of butternut squash soup all week. it's lovely.
tuesday was my first day off. i woke up early to return the vacuum to work, look for my missing phone there, and then go to the airport to pick sarah and boys up. i thought my timing would have been perfect. well it would have been but their flight was early and sarah's calls to my phone did little good because it was at that time hiding in the recesses of the lazyboy. as i came up the ramp they were already there waiting and they saw me before i saw them. "AUNTIE LAURA!" cried adriel and came runnning to me in his joyous boy way. i caught him up in the air and squeezed him. sarah and the boys had been hanging out with two security guards which i scattered on my arrival. sarah went to the warshroom and adriel became the captain of the luggage cart. he squeezed himself in front of the suitcases and i drove him around until sarah came back and we all headed out into the frigid weather. thanks for sending the cold before you to prepare the way sarah-manatobin.
somehow i squeezed all their stuff in my car. luckily sarah brought an umbrella stroller rather than her other beast. we paid almost 5 bucks for parking. outrageous money making.
we went back to my place to finish getting ready and to decide what to do for our day of funsies. what we did was put sloan down for a nap and settle in for making large ROSETTTES. actually i just put backs on mine. i asked sarah if she wanted some butternut squash soup in a mug. she said yes. i opened my cupboard of plentiful dishes and i had a plan. i grabbed the chalkboard mug amy gave me for christmas and i wrote sarah's butternut squarsh on it and plopped some soup in it. sarah loved the soup as well one might. it's smuggie's soup. she also loved 'squarsh'. throughout the day she would say 'squarsh' and we would laugh.
it was nice to sit and talk and listen to music and make rosettes.
when sloan got up we got ready and left. naturally we got donairs. oh my. soo good. still so good. there was a new guy there. i always find new guys there now the smouldering eyes and his brother have 'franchised' as sarah says. this new guy i liked. he gave lots of sauces. lots of everything actually. then we went next door and got the boys pizza and sat and ate our wonderful sloppy donairs.
next was granville island. we spent some time in the kid's market. then we bought a treat from stewart's bakery in the public market. sarah got the pumpkin cheesecake. sometimes sarah knows when she sees something what she's going to get. it speaks to her. too many things speak to me. i have a hard time choosing. sometimes i say i'm going to get something and then when i order i get something completely different. i told sarah i was going to get the raspberry tart. but when i ordered i said "could i please get the chocolate turtle cheesecake?" sarah looked at me. "you always do that." she laughed. we found a table by the window to sit and share our treats. so good. i don't want to brag but mine was best.
i think it was when adriel was one that we had a similar visit to granville island. we had such a cool experience feeding the pigeons with him. we laughed and put seed on our shoes so the pigeon's would land on us. we wanted to relive this. so sarah went and bought seed. nobody was out feeding the birds, probably because it was so cold. happily we walked towards the door, opened it and stepped out into the coldness, seeds in hand. as one body the birds who had been idly sitting scattered on the pavement far and wide, rose up and flew at us. like a wall of birds. it was within seconds of being outside of the door. how did they know we had seed? i don't know. they heard it or smelled it. and it was a little bit terrifying and not like the old experince at all. a fierce on landed on sarah's arm. we hadn't even gotten it open and we were pressed against the wall with no where to move, birds everywhere, in the air flapping right at us, landing on us. sarah finally got it open and despite flinging seeds away from us, the birds stayed right where the big bag was. we didn't mean to, but we each shrieked a little bit which scared sloan, probably making him scared of birds for life. this wasn't exactly how we pictured it happening. finally i took the bag and flung it away from us and they all descended on it in a wild ferocious manner. i felt like i was in alfred hitchcock's birds, which i've never seen, but i can imagine it was something like that. we escaped inside and two birds swarmed in after us. no one seemed to notice that we had been attacked by wild ferocious pigeons. everyone was going on with their lives like nothing had happened. meanwhile, the bird kept flying into the window whenever adriel would try to get near it. then people noticed. everyone sitting by the window got up to leave. two women were trying to shoo it towards the door when a guy came and just picked it up.
we learned our lesson. don't go feed the pigeons alone in the winter. they'll eat you.
we walked back to the car. sooo cold! we drove to the ferry and got there too early. we all sat in the front for a while talking and sloan stuffed himself onto the dashboard like it was a bed. adriel kept trying to honk the horn and turn on the windshield wipers. then we lugged their considerable luggage in and hugged goodbye and i drove home.
i sipped some butternut squarsh soup for supper.
the day of squarsh
archie's wet nose delivers electric shocks.
monday night i made butternut squash soup. it's my favourite soup recipe. we make it at work. it's a recipe i found from a magazine which featured some famous chefs with their favourite comfort food recipes. the butternut squash soup is from the smug chef. that's what i call him because there's a picture of him sitting there with his bowl of soup and he just looks so darned smug and why shouldn't he? anyways i modify smuggie's recipe to suit my tastes. basically i add more apples, more cinnamon and more maple syrup. my 'tastes' appear to be sweet. i love the smell and the colour of butternut squash. the colour is sunshiny and the smell is fresh and sweet and yet still squashie. does anybody have any clue as to what i'm talking about or am i lost in my own double rainbow world?
anyways i've been sipping mugs of butternut squash soup all week. it's lovely.
tuesday was my first day off. i woke up early to return the vacuum to work, look for my missing phone there, and then go to the airport to pick sarah and boys up. i thought my timing would have been perfect. well it would have been but their flight was early and sarah's calls to my phone did little good because it was at that time hiding in the recesses of the lazyboy. as i came up the ramp they were already there waiting and they saw me before i saw them. "AUNTIE LAURA!" cried adriel and came runnning to me in his joyous boy way. i caught him up in the air and squeezed him. sarah and the boys had been hanging out with two security guards which i scattered on my arrival. sarah went to the warshroom and adriel became the captain of the luggage cart. he squeezed himself in front of the suitcases and i drove him around until sarah came back and we all headed out into the frigid weather. thanks for sending the cold before you to prepare the way sarah-manatobin.
somehow i squeezed all their stuff in my car. luckily sarah brought an umbrella stroller rather than her other beast. we paid almost 5 bucks for parking. outrageous money making.
we went back to my place to finish getting ready and to decide what to do for our day of funsies. what we did was put sloan down for a nap and settle in for making large ROSETTTES. actually i just put backs on mine. i asked sarah if she wanted some butternut squash soup in a mug. she said yes. i opened my cupboard of plentiful dishes and i had a plan. i grabbed the chalkboard mug amy gave me for christmas and i wrote sarah's butternut squarsh on it and plopped some soup in it. sarah loved the soup as well one might. it's smuggie's soup. she also loved 'squarsh'. throughout the day she would say 'squarsh' and we would laugh.
it was nice to sit and talk and listen to music and make rosettes.
when sloan got up we got ready and left. naturally we got donairs. oh my. soo good. still so good. there was a new guy there. i always find new guys there now the smouldering eyes and his brother have 'franchised' as sarah says. this new guy i liked. he gave lots of sauces. lots of everything actually. then we went next door and got the boys pizza and sat and ate our wonderful sloppy donairs.
next was granville island. we spent some time in the kid's market. then we bought a treat from stewart's bakery in the public market. sarah got the pumpkin cheesecake. sometimes sarah knows when she sees something what she's going to get. it speaks to her. too many things speak to me. i have a hard time choosing. sometimes i say i'm going to get something and then when i order i get something completely different. i told sarah i was going to get the raspberry tart. but when i ordered i said "could i please get the chocolate turtle cheesecake?" sarah looked at me. "you always do that." she laughed. we found a table by the window to sit and share our treats. so good. i don't want to brag but mine was best.
i think it was when adriel was one that we had a similar visit to granville island. we had such a cool experience feeding the pigeons with him. we laughed and put seed on our shoes so the pigeon's would land on us. we wanted to relive this. so sarah went and bought seed. nobody was out feeding the birds, probably because it was so cold. happily we walked towards the door, opened it and stepped out into the coldness, seeds in hand. as one body the birds who had been idly sitting scattered on the pavement far and wide, rose up and flew at us. like a wall of birds. it was within seconds of being outside of the door. how did they know we had seed? i don't know. they heard it or smelled it. and it was a little bit terrifying and not like the old experince at all. a fierce on landed on sarah's arm. we hadn't even gotten it open and we were pressed against the wall with no where to move, birds everywhere, in the air flapping right at us, landing on us. sarah finally got it open and despite flinging seeds away from us, the birds stayed right where the big bag was. we didn't mean to, but we each shrieked a little bit which scared sloan, probably making him scared of birds for life. this wasn't exactly how we pictured it happening. finally i took the bag and flung it away from us and they all descended on it in a wild ferocious manner. i felt like i was in alfred hitchcock's birds, which i've never seen, but i can imagine it was something like that. we escaped inside and two birds swarmed in after us. no one seemed to notice that we had been attacked by wild ferocious pigeons. everyone was going on with their lives like nothing had happened. meanwhile, the bird kept flying into the window whenever adriel would try to get near it. then people noticed. everyone sitting by the window got up to leave. two women were trying to shoo it towards the door when a guy came and just picked it up.
we learned our lesson. don't go feed the pigeons alone in the winter. they'll eat you.
we walked back to the car. sooo cold! we drove to the ferry and got there too early. we all sat in the front for a while talking and sloan stuffed himself onto the dashboard like it was a bed. adriel kept trying to honk the horn and turn on the windshield wipers. then we lugged their considerable luggage in and hugged goodbye and i drove home.
i sipped some butternut squarsh soup for supper.
the day of squarsh
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