Today I sat down to make my meal plan for the upcoming week. As I started mulling over what I wanted to make, I noticed something. I really only have about 10-13 dishes that I make over and over again. So I have decided to expand my culinary horizons. This week I am going to use a new recipe every night for supper. These dishes will be 100% new, and I am going to try to push the boundaries of my usual "down home" cooking. I went to the library and picked up a few cookbooks, and coupled with the ones that I already own I'm sure that I can get lots of great new meals.
So be sure to check back often, because I am going to post the dish, recipe and my review of the meal every night!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Renovation Realities
Oh man, am I ever tired of reno's already! It seems like like every time I turn around, something else gets added to the project. All these little things are really starting to add up and make a small project a very large one!!! I am finally done updating the basement, but due to the fact that we have had very very cold, windy weather here in Sask the baseboards remain uncut for the time being. Tomorrow hubby, baby and I are heading into the city to buy a bookshelf, so when I get that set up and my books put away I will post a few before and after pictures for everyone to marvel at.
On another note, as if I don't already have enough to keep me busy, I have signed up for a table at a craft sale being held by the local 4-H club. I am going to be selling a few of my baby crafts, so I hope that people will like them and that I will sell a few. Of course, it won't hurt to lure people into my booth with a very cute baby ;)
Back to the paint bucket............
On another note, as if I don't already have enough to keep me busy, I have signed up for a table at a craft sale being held by the local 4-H club. I am going to be selling a few of my baby crafts, so I hope that people will like them and that I will sell a few. Of course, it won't hurt to lure people into my booth with a very cute baby ;)
Back to the paint bucket............
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I Miss Blogging
So once again I owe you all an apology. Despite my best efforts I didn't get a chance to blog at all in March...BUT I am turning a corner and I promise you all a plethora of new and interesting things.
February and March were absoutly crazy for me and my family and among other things, my husband recieved a huge promotion, we moved 5 hours away, and we purchased our first home! Phew, it's been a crazy, busy and emotional time for us. I am now in reno mode and have started my first project, the basement family room. I plan on redoing every room in the house, so be sure to look for the before and after pictures.
So that's all I have for now, and I am off to bed to rest up for another long day of painting!
February and March were absoutly crazy for me and my family and among other things, my husband recieved a huge promotion, we moved 5 hours away, and we purchased our first home! Phew, it's been a crazy, busy and emotional time for us. I am now in reno mode and have started my first project, the basement family room. I plan on redoing every room in the house, so be sure to look for the before and after pictures.
So that's all I have for now, and I am off to bed to rest up for another long day of painting!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Bad Blogger
So I know that I have been a bad blogger and neglecting my blog terribly. I have been very very sick lately and just not feeling up to it.
BUT, I have come to make amends..........
Good for a laugh
Do's And Don'ts With Babies
*Disclaimer, if you are incredibly stuck up or have no sense of humour, don't even bother clicking on the link. And before you blast me about how "terrible" and "irresponsible" the cartoons are, they are meant to not be taken seriously and to be funny! Or at least I think that they are ;) ........
BUT, I have come to make amends..........
Good for a laugh
Do's And Don'ts With Babies
*Disclaimer, if you are incredibly stuck up or have no sense of humour, don't even bother clicking on the link. And before you blast me about how "terrible" and "irresponsible" the cartoons are, they are meant to not be taken seriously and to be funny! Or at least I think that they are ;) ........
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Giveaway Goodies!
One of the blogs that I follow, The Fashionable Won, is having an AWESOME giveaway, head on over and check it out.....
http://thefashionablewon.blogspot.com/2010/02/giveaway-pets-peeved-mood-collar-for.html
http://thefashionablewon.blogspot.com/2010/02/giveaway-pets-peeved-mood-collar-for.html
I Have Tasted Heaven!
and it was deep fried! My friends, I had the pleasure of trying a deep fried Mars bar for the first time and it was amazing! I didn't even know such a thing existed, but I sure am glad it does. Granted, my heart beat a little funny for awhile after and I'm pretty sure that I actually could feel my cholesterol going up....but still a great experience. I encourage everyone to try it once!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Canadian Literature
Last night I seen the northern lights. Now that does not often happen here in mid Saskatchewan, but when the night is clear and the conditions are just right they are a very cool thing to see. As I was looking at the lights, a phrase popped into my head....."There are strange things done in the midnight sun". Now any born and raised Canadian knows the rest, I think that the poem is found in every single Canadian school curriculum. I loved this poem when I was in school, and I still love it now. So for all you non Canadians out there, this is for you.......
The Cremation of Sam McGee
by Robert Service
by Robert Service
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam ‘round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.”
Why he left his home in the South to roam ‘round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.”
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.
Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.”
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.”
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
“It’s the cursed cold, and it’s got right hold till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet ‘taint being dead—it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.”
“It’s the cursed cold, and it’s got right hold till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet ‘taint being dead—it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.”
A pal’s last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.
There wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.”
With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.”
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O God! how I loathed the thing.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O God! how I loathed the thing.
And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
Then I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked;” . . . then the door I opened wide.
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked;” . . . then the door I opened wide.
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.
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