hairbrained schemes

Snug.

My mom used to always say "snug as a bug in a rug".

Here is that in a summed up nicely in a photo:

Snug is also what my fat pants are at the moment. 

Which probably wasn't helped by Jason and I having Japanese food for lunch.

Tara introduced me to the beauty of Japanese cuisine last week.

When people used to say "we're going for sushi" I assumed that it was all slabs of raw fish.

Not true.

Imagine my surprise.

And now it's my latest obsession. 

I do that with food all the time. I tend to find something that totally rocks my taste buds and then I overindulge. 

Caesar salad, cinnabon (with extra icing for dipping), lemon chicken, coke slurpees, Jampee's Real Thai Food...just a few past obsessions of mine. (and my need for fat pants is becoming abundantly clear...)

And now it's sushi.  And tempura stuff.

I even used chopsticks when Tara and I went.  Sadly, she had to point out that I was using the wrong ends.  But I persevered and was able to get all but a few pieces of rice down the gullet.

Tomorrow, Gorgeous George goes to see the surgeon about his broken ankle. We're hoping they don't have to pin anything. Fingers crossed.

I've read a couple of books that made me laugh recently:

Me Talk Pretty One Day by Dave Sedaris.  Funny, funny guy.

And Stories From the Vinyl Cafe by Stuart McLean.  Very Canadian and VERY funny.  (thanks for the recommendation Kelli!)

House.

I couldn't resist posting this even though I'm supposed to be going to bed.

Here is our new house as of this morning.

Guitar Hero.

Jacob just added Smoke on the Water and TNT to his vast repertoire of song beginnings (much to his headbanger mommy and daddy's glee).

Practicing daily has become a bit of a fight, but just knowing that his little brother is salivating and rubbing his greasy little hands together at the thought of have the opportunity to take over his lessons keeps him going.

I'm teaching a class at the store on Wednesday night, some of my favourite people are coming. 

FYI troublemakers will be seperated. 

You know who you are.

We're going to make these cards, using the Basic Grey metal bookmarks:

And now I must go and make dinner. 

We're having salmon and rice. 

It's day one of "stop eating cookies for breakfast, your pants aren't shrinking your ass is getting bigger" month.

Woohoo.

Hollow Victory.

Gorgeous George just waltzed (crutched) his way into the house on his BROKEN ankle.

And being the special guy that he is, he couldn't have a normal clean break.  Oh no.  His broken ankle requires an appointment with an orthapedic surgeon. 

Excellent.

I took Kelli's advice and performed a short rendition of the Will and Grace "told ya so dance".  I couldn't resist.

The suckiest part of this (other than him wondering about bacon and eggs and if I was going to make them 2 minutes after he crutched in the door) is that we are in the middle of building a house and he is doing the bulk of the finishing work.

Most excellent.

I'm Right. You're Wrong.

One of the hardest things for me to do is not say "I told you so".

Especially when I'm usually right about certain things that go in this house.

Things like, when certain people over at certain houses that are being built slip on rocks and most certainly break their ankles.

And then they don't want to go to the emergency room, because with a pack of melting peas and a little rest everything will certainly be "just fine" tomorrow.

So tomorrow I will bite my tongue and not say I told you so. 

I will try really hard not to anyway.

I had my "procedure" done earlier this week to remove a couple of cysts from my "flank". 

Good times.

Secretly I was hoping that the surgeon would find a 10 lb tumour that he could remove from the area and I would discover that it wasn't my laziness and fondness for a breakfast of chocolate chip cookies that makes my belly so shapely but a benign grapefruit sized tumour (and why is it that tumours are always described by size in relation to fruit?  Case in point, my cysts were only "grape" sized according to the dr.)

Another dream dashed.

I have got to start taking more photos. 

I have a goal (starting Monday of course) to post a photo a day here.  I want to get a new lens for my camera but can't justify it when I haven't used my camera since we got back from Edmonton. 

So my goal = a photo a day for a month which in turn = new lens.

Sound good?

I've done a wee bit of scrapbooking lately,

but not much.