You recognize that face. The one that you had the day your mom dressed you in that horrible outfit, when terrified, you stepped into the school yard trying to act like you “owned it.” “What guys? I love pink tank tops and cuffed hammer pants. This look is HUGE in high school.”
Thanks Brobee, you always put the “F” in Fashion Victim.
I will full on admit it. I’m totally biased. But I don’t care. I don’t care if the journalist police hunt me down and throw me in prison for it. Because it’s worth it.
My friend Andrea opened up a new bakery/coffee shop in Burnaby and it is, without a doubt, the best place you haven’t been. I’ve had Andrea’s baking before and I will tell you this: I’d go so far as to say it’s “to die for,” except that I HATE that phrase, and really, you wouldn’t want to risk dying because you’d never be able to try any of her delectable deliciousness again. So instead I’ll say it’s to LIVE for.
Also, handling the cafe end of things is my sister Christa. Say hi when you go in! You’ll know it’s her because she’ll probably be the one making a fart sound.
Here’s a picture of the gals so you know what you’re getting into before you go.
Andrea’s is the one cutting the BRAIN CAKE she MADE, and Christa is the one laughing her head off. (Note: Andrea is not actually a cow girl – although should probably consider becoming one because she wears it so well.)
Today Ruby directed our craft, and while I had to do almost everything (hot glue guns were required) she came up with 100% of the design.
Ruby’s is the pink/purple one and it’s a princess (obviously), and Emma’s is the yellow/orange one which is my husband, Chris. Anyway, once they were done, the girls were playing with them and this conversation took place:
RUBY: Chris? Would you like to marry me?
EMMA: No! I too busy.
RUBY: What are you doing?
EMMA: Practicing dance moves, kid.
These kind of dance moves do take practice, but once perfected? Gold. Definitely worth a one-way ticket to spinsterhood.
So, I was charged with making cupcakes for my cousin’s baby shower. Intimidating? A little. But to add to it, my cousin and our friend who was also in attendance, are my weight-loss buddies. If you’re going to ask someone who you’re supposed to be supporting, to vacate their diet for ANY reason, it better be a damn delicious reason. So I had to come up with something really good.
Alright…busted. These are not the ACTUAL cupcakes I made for the shower…but there was a rush, I tell ya, yeah, a real rush, and I was late, and in the kerfuffle I forgot to take a picture. Have you ever taken a picture in a kerfuffle? It’s not easy, so lay off man. I made chocolate cupcakes for the shower, so use your brain and imagine your own damn picture. Hmpf. Continue reading →
I don’t know how often you eat peanut butter cookies, but there is about to be a sharp incline on your PBC consumption. Here’s why.
They are sooooo good. And so bad! Like self-control-out-the-window bad. And it is with that spirit of pure indulgence that I have decided to name them Peanut Butter Snookies, after everyone’s favourite mom-to-be, Snooki.
This just in: A mother asked her daughter to put away a pile of books she’d left on the floor. It is reported that throughout the ordeal, the child kept protesting, while the mother continued to insist that she complete the task.
Sources say, that 10 books were lifted from the floor and placed on a shelf by this girl.
In the photo, Ruby Banks, aged 4, is seen dragging herself across the floor because she is “so tired from doing so much hard work.”
Although no court date has been set, negotiations are expected to begin this afternoon. Unconfirmed sources say that nap time may be on the table.
Yeah…so I had one of those nights where you look through the cupboards and the fridge, and nothing seems to go together. I found some frozen chicken breasts, some crusts of bread and some cheese, and not much else. FYI: If Child Protective Services calls, there were also plenty of fresh veggies in there.
Apparently, I also found a little inspiration in those cupboards, and I made something. I can’t say for sure how good it was, but I can say this. Three kids…all three…even the picky one…ate it all. And they didn’t complain. One even said, “Mmmm…can we have this every night?” Yeah, if that’s not a working-in-your-favour-testimony, I don’t know what is.
Here’s a picture of what I’m talking about. Also, I did find some strawberries at the last minute (or I have outstanding Photoshopping skills?).