Waffle Hat

So I quickly made up Scott a hat while he was at work the last couple days.  Loved it was so quick to knit, hated that it was too bit.  I'll try lining it with fleece before I'll give up, but right now, it kind of looks like a knit Afro... maybe he can turn it into a halloween costume??

Has it really been so long?

I could have sworn I'd updated this sooner - however, I think I went to and got distracted... oops!

In any event, Scott and I have started watching Mad Men.  Of course, when you watch a show about men who drink copious amounts of alcohol, you tend to want to join them.  As such, one night I set out to make martinis out of the drinks we had on hand.

The Blue Inca
2 oz. vodka
1 oz tequila
1 oz light rum
1 oz blue curacao

It was lethal.  It smelled like nail polish remover, and tasted like it once it warmed to room temperature.  When chilled, a little stronger than I liked, but still good. 

Think Pink Cupcake

All right, I didn't make this, but Scott did, and I'm all proud-girlfriend-ing

Knitting Update

I have two updates, both equally important.  First of all, I finally finished that scarf I've been working on for months.  Of course, now that I've given it a good solid look over, it's riddled with mistakes.  Sigh.  Oh well, it'll be under my jacket most of the time right?

Second of all, I may have found a knitting group.  It was small, but I didn't quite feel like a third wheel which is nice.

Warm Hug in a Cold Day

I've been doing a lot of little food experiments to work around the fact I don't have a toaster or toaster oven, and thus can't have toast. 

I was a little worried about the day when I realized that I wanted toast with peanut butter and jelly, but I was feeling ingenius, and thus pulled out my george forman.

Yes, I grilled my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

It was fabulous. 

The Teddy Jar

There is currently a jar that used to house peanutbutter on my desk.  It's in the shape of a teddy bear, and just too adorable to throw away.  I had it packed away in my "apartment box" for years, and had forgotten all about it until I unpacked it when I moved back into my own place. 

Of course, there was the issue of what to do with it, given it's adorable-ness, and, well, impossibility of getting all the (fill in food which could be placed in it) out of the jar given it's shape. 

Of course, within a few days of being in the apartment, I discovered that I had a lot of pocket change.  I usually threw this into an old tea tin at work to be used for coffee money.  However, since I won't be doing coffee on a daily basis, there was no need for it at work. 

So the Teddy jar has become my spending jar.  When I need bus fare, parking meter money, or a coffee fix, I grab out of the jar.

However, I've also decided to use this jar to help control my spending.  You see, I've got a new rule:  I'm only allowed to venture through the aisles of Value Village (or any other second hand store) with Teddy jar money.  Basically, when I get $10 free bucks in the jar, I can get $10 worth of "stuff".


Currently the jar has $10.97 in it.  Theoretically, this would allow me to hit up the aforementioned clothing bananzas.  However, there is a catch.

There has to be $10 FREE bucks in the jar.  That means the $3.50 I need for laundry, and the $3.00 I need for coffee this week has to be subtracted from the total before I can go shopping.  That leaves me with only $4.47 left in free money.

Alas, it will be a while before I can get my shopping fix in. 

The great pasta experiment

Sobeys just finished up their Dollar Days, which I took full advantage of (everything I needed for Scott and I for a week for $50 - yeah!).  One of the deals they had was boxes of pasta for $1  Naturally, pasta is a staple in my diet, so I bought 2 boxes - some macaroni for when I make my homemade mac'n'cheese, and long macaroni, becuase, for $1, who wouldn't?

Long macaroni looks like straws when you take it out of the box.

However, once it's cooked, it has a mind of it's own.  Kind of like tentacles, they flail about as you try to move them from the pot to the plate, and from the plate to your mouth.  There is no polite, lady-like way to eat them, so I do not recommend buying them when you're having to cook for the queen.

However, if you're babysitting some little kids, and you don't care what kind of bad habits you give them, by all means, cook them long macaroni, and let them slurp it into their mouths, and eat it with their fingers, because that's exactly how it demands to be eaten.

Not that I told that to Scott. 

Also, this was a very colourless meal, which according to my mother means I didn't get all the proper food groups.

Actually, this is Scott's plate.  I like cauliflower with cheez whiz so I had more colour.  Ha, I win.

(Please note, the immaturity needed to enjoy this pasta remains with you long after the meal is over)