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Chili Binge '08

Why is it that I struggle & starve for two weeks to lose 5 measely pounds, and then I take one weekend "off" and eat a little too much chili (such delicious chili)... and I gain it all back in two days?

Stupid, stupid! (slapping forehead)

I have once again banished tortilla chips and anything scoopable (salsa, guacamole, chili, tabouli, hummus) from my shopping cart. Many of my favorite foods can only be transported to my mouth using chips, apparently, and as the slogan goes: I cannot eat just one. Oh, and that reminds me - salsa is evil. It is one of those fat-free, "healthy" snacks, yet it can only be eaten with crispy chips of some sort. I know they make those baked things, but c'mon. Those things are like little bits of dried wallpaper and you know it. The best kind of tortilla chips are bubbly and crunchy and deeeeeeelicous.

Which is why I must never eat them.

By the way, some dingbat in a Weight Watchers meeting from eons ago actually suggested that we use carrots to eat salsa. Carrots! Carrots. I mean, really.

So, here's hoping it's water retention from all those salty chips and firey homemade chili I ate this weekend. In the meantime, back on the old calorie restricting wagon. I hate that damn wagon.

And All That Jazz...

It's taken me a week to recover from Halloween and I've just realised all the Christmas decorations are up in the supermarket!!! I think I'll give poor Surfer Boy at least a week of a decoration-free home before I go nuts on the Chrissy lights. (I did pick up the cutest santa shaped cookie jar yesterday which had him rolling his eyes and sighing. Oh well)

I went to the most amazing performance on Saturday night. It was at the Collingwood Town Hall, and it was the Body Electric Dancers!

My lovely friend - let's call her...Miss Sassy - joined an adult Jazz dance class recently and Saturday night was their big end of year extravaganza. Now these dancers are a whole lot more than your average dance troupe, they are in their 30's and 40's, they are artists, teachers, jewellers, hairdressers, they are anyone and everyone and co-ordination and rhythm do not seem to be prerequisites.

They attend weekly classes to learn the routines and come November they break out the sequins and spandex to perform to those of us not gutsy enough to do it ourselves!

As soon as the first group hit the stage I knew I was in for a treat. With tears of laughter on my cheeks I cheered and woo-hooed with an audience who fully appreciated every step and jazz hand. Some of the dancers were completely unko, stiff and travelling regularly in the wrong direction but gee they were having a ball. Some, such as Miss Sassy, were actually very good but hammed it up just enough to let you know they knew their limitations.

I applaud each and every dancer and thank them for an absolutely brilliant and joyous night of dancing.

'Miss Sassy'

Oom-pa! Octoberfest (in November)!

Our local ski hill has an annual Octoberfest party & ski swap. We went last weekend with our hilarious friend Jill and her two cutie pie daughters, Andra & Evette. We had a blast!! Great music, great beer, and great friends... is there anything better than that? I think not. We missed her other half, Ric, but he was off doing manly things in the woods. :)

Anyway, here are some pics:






I have some videos, but blogger is crapping out on me and won't let me upload them. I'll have to get to them later. Trust me, you won't want to miss seeing Jim do the chicken dance or Jill caw like a giant bird. Good times. :)

From the Vault

Perhaps one of the more embarrassing photos in my collection, but what the heck? I obviously have no shame.



Age: 11 years old
Location: My bedroom in Peacham, Vermont
Hairdo: One part Flock of Seagulls, one part Duran Duran, one part awesome.
Wall art courtesy of Scholastic Book Order forms and a street vendor in NYC.

Why the M. Night hate?

Last night, for the first time in years, I had a nightmare. I'm usually such a deep sleeper that I don't even remember my dreams, and since having my second son a year ago it has been worse than ever because I am constantly sleep-deprived. When I lay my head down at night, it's curtains until his sonorous cry beckons me from the next room, which is usually way earlier than any human should be awakened.... :-/

But last night I found myself in one of those half-awake dreams where you are aware that you're dreaming, but can't seem to stop the dream from proceeding. Wierder still was the dream's content, which had me and my family starring in a movie that we watched several weeks ago. Now, let it be known, DH and I are in that minority of movie viewers who think that M. Night Shyamalan's movies are totally under-rated. Well, except for Lady In The Water. That one really did kinda suck. But aside from that one, we have appreciated all of his other offerings and legitimately got the chills from each one in turn. I mean, c'mon! Who can watch the basement scene in Signs without freaking out just a little bit?? What am I - made of stone?


The Happening was no different, but I don't know why I had such a delayed reaction to it! The critics said it was no good because we never find out what the happening is. Well, folks, some of us have imagination and can draw our own conclusions. Some of us also have similar opinions about the whole "humans effing up the planet and the planet reacting in its own inexplicable way" as Night, apparently, because we totally "got" it. And what the planet did to the humans totally freaked me right the fuck out, as evidenced by my dream some 3 weeks later.

Now, this movie didn't scare me as badly as The Descent, or even the somewhat craptastic Cabin Fever. Those two are on a whole 'nother level, IMO. However, there was something about this one - maybe the fact that there is no resolution, no cure, no epiphany, that really got to me.

Plus, I just really, really like Zooey Deschanel. She makes any movie awesome. :)

So, my point is (if I have one... not sure) that people need to cut my man M. Night some slack. Not every movie is gonna be The Sixth Sense, but they're all good in their own right. It's not like he's Zach Braff and has already peaked with his first movie. D'oh!

Suhhhh-lacker!

Sorry I've slacked off this week! I guess I just had a very boring week and couldn't think of anything to say.... But I assure you that I'm feeling much more verbose this week already. :)

In the meantime, here's something fun from The Kids In The Hall:

"My Pen" (I say this aaall the time at work. No one ever gets it.)

Just don't run off with it. :)

and a classic Kids sketch:
"These are the Daves I know"


Man, I miss KITH. Oh, and thanks to the wonder of YouTube, my 5 year-old is now absent-mindedly singing, "These are the Daves I know I know. These are the Daves I know...." It's the circle of life. Awesome.