Thursday, 26 July 2012

Pasta... Lots of pasta.

pixlr by SashaWarner
pixlr, a photo by SashaWarner on Flickr.
Thursday night is soccer night for Nevin. Last Thursday, because I thought it would be a treat for our little budding soccer player, and because I was in a rush, I thought I'd pull out the knock-off Kraft Dinner Toy Story box of Mac and Cheese for dinner. It was a gift from his Grandma and Grandpa, and he'd been pretty excited about it. Except, here's the thing: Every time we said "macaroni and cheese," his mind said, "mmm... yummy crunchy cheese." When he shock the box, it even sounded like there was something crunchy in there.

So, imagine his disappointment when we opened the box and it wasn't crunchy cheese at all. And to add insult to injury, he wasn't even allowed to eat a bowl of crunchy pasta. The absurdity of it all was more than he could take.

He marched over to the table. He sat down. He took a swing of water. Then, with indignation, he proclaimed:

"That Sam I am.
That Sam I am.
I do not like Buzz Lightyear thingy macaroni and cheese pasta."

Literacy. Sometimes it kicks you in the... um, shins.

Friday, 20 July 2012


Wicked by SashaWarner
Wicked, a photo by SashaWarner on Flickr.
My mom reeeealllly came to our rescue in June. So as a thank you, I took her out on a date on Tuesday. If I was a guy that wasn't related to her, I think it would've almost been good enough to steal her away from Dad. I'm that good. Except I didn't pay for dessert. I guess, technically, Dad paid for dessert. So maybe I've still got a bit to work on. Here's how it all went down.

We went into Ottawa. Because, obviously, that's where sophisticated things happen.

We stopped at A&W for burgers in a small town on the way. Because, obviously, sophisticated isn't really our style.

Then we went downtown for dessert. Our dessert cost more than dinner, but it was DELISH, and most certainly held more calories (and sophistication!) than any one person should have in a day.

Finally, we made our way over to the National Arts Centre to watch Wicked. It was my first ever musical and it was amazing. The music was great, and it didn't take itself too seriously, so it was hilarious. We had a great time.

The highlight of the night was at the end of the show. We made our way out of the NAC. No small feat. Its designed for crowds, but there are stairs up and down and up and down, and if its your first time, you really have to pay attention to where you are going. When we were about ten feet from the door, I looked at my Mom. She was on a mission. You could tell she was already thinking about how to navigate the one-way streets without getting lost, since we rarely go downtown. I looked around.

"Mom, if the show is over, how come no one is leaving?"
"Ummm... I don't know."
FYI readers, musicals have this thing called Intermission. Perhaps you've heard of it?
Mom, sheepishly: "Is the show over?"
Attendent: "No, silly! Haven't you seen the movie? The witch isn't even dead yet!"
Mom, thinking of her only way to redeem herself: "No, I've never seen the movie. I had no idea." Right? The Wizard of Oz? Only the most popular movie of like all time? Never seen it.
(Next time, I vote for imitating chain smokers, and waltzing back in with an air of tobbaco smoke and confidence, like we knew what we were doing the whole time. Hindsight is 20/20.)

Like I said, sophistication isn't our style. Great news though, Wicked is even better if you stay for the whole thing.

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Big People Popsicles

Hives by SashaWarner
Hives, a photo by SashaWarner on Flickr.
There are lots of things I would love to have on a hot summer day: air conditioning, a kiddy pool, strawberry daiquiris, a popsicle, water guns.

Things I do not want on a day with a forecasted high of 43 degrees: hives. Just hives.

I'm sure I could think of other things, but I was too busy trying not to think about the itch to concentrate on anything else but the itch.

Yesterday, we weren't sure what it was, since the rash just kept spreading and spreading (as opposed to blinking all over the place), but this morning when I woke up with swollen eyes and lips, and intensely itchy swollen palms, I decided to take a little trip into the doctor. His diagnosis? "I have no idea, but the first thing I would do is take some Benadryl. Its probably an allergic reaction?"

As a first time user, I have two things to say about Benadryl. 1) I am in love. 2) When they tell you not to operate heavy machinery, they really mean it. The picture was taken about fifteen minutes after my first dose. Wow.

p.s. If you are wondering why I'm on the cushions on the floor, that is courtesy of Nevin. He's been keeping a very close eye on my rash. Today after the doctor, he scrunched up his nose and said, "Mom, you don't feel very well?" I said, "Not really." Then he asked , "can I make you a really special comfy fort to make you feel better?" I obliged, and this was his masterpiece, complete with his very favourite blanket that he dragged all the way from his bed. Sigh. So sweet.

On the plus side, here's a delicious looking recipe that I can't wait to try from the Diva of DIY blog next time its 43 degrees.

Monday, 9 July 2012

Vermont Vacation

Here is our Vermont Trip in an iPad-app-generated, square-shaped nutshell.

Vermont by SashaWarner
Vermont, a photo by SashaWarner on Flickr.

It was great.

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Bicycling in Vermont

Today, I did something I am proud of, so I'm going to document it. First, the disclaimer: I do not do stuff like this all the time; this was a momentary stroke of amazingness. I rode up a mountain on my bike. A kind of big mountain... It was a category 2 climb. It was dreadfully slow, but I finished, so by default, it was amazing.

I had set two goals for my self. 1) do not stop. 2) stay in the second ring, don't go into the third ring. The second goal lasted for about 500m, when I reached the first hairpin turn and realized that if I didn't go into the third ring, falling over would be a real possibility and then both goals would be broken.

I did make it to the top without stopping, and learned some lessons along the way:
- You need a slogan for the tough parts. The spray painted kilometer countdown for the Killington Stage Race "King of the Mountain" competition really helped. My mantra about three quarters of the way up became, "I am not a princess, I am not a princess, I am the queen of the mountain!"
- don't get too full of yourself, you're bound to get knocked down a couple pegs. About one quarter of the way down, my thoughts were more like, "yes, I am a princess. What was I thinking? Don't cry!". And, "which brake am I supposed to use, and when?"
- Enjoy the way down, because once you are back on the flats, flats really suck.
- When going down a mountain, do not look at the mountains. Look where you are going. Otherwise you'll come so close to a pothole that you won't even have time to curse yourself.

Sigh. So to recap, I would be amazing, if I wasn't Queen of the Chicken-er-poops.

Sunday, 1 July 2012

Vermont Family Vacation

Hooray! The Warner family summer vacation has officially begun. We are in Vermont, ready to do... Who knows! Ah, the freedom.

There were lots of highlights today.
- first of Scarlett only cried the first 20 minutes. It was a Christmas (in July) miracle.
- We stopped in Lake Placid for our first break. Who knew the "I Love BBQ Festival" would be waiting for us? Yes please! And we were serenaded by a live band playing Jimmy Buffet and James Taylor covers while we licked our disposable plates. Forget about Canada Day, Lake Placid is where it is at.
- The Lake Champlain ferry was a hit with the three-year-old set. Eyes as big as saucers. Speaking of his eyes, all the old ladies were swooning...those Americans really have a thing for long eye lashes.
- Oh my Gosh, the drive. The mountains are so great. About 10 minutes from our destination, Nevin asked Shawn what we were doing. Shawn said, "we are driving down a mountain". Nevin replied, "I assume we'll be driving back up another one?". Where does he come up with this Stuff?

Don't worry; my life is not perfect, it's not all sunshine and roses ( although we did see a rainbow in the mountains). We definitely didn't read the directions and took the "scenic route" about an hour into the trip. And by "we", I do not mean "me". It took about five minutes and gas station map for us to de-stress. And by "us", I do not mean "him". It ended up being a prettier way any ways, but there definitely a few... ummm... tense moments.

All in all, a great day, with a great ending (a pint of Vermont beer).
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