I'm being a good girl and getting my real world work done first, so this has ended up being a late in the day post.
It's a rambly sort of post, as I'm feeling.... well? rambly.
And yes, I do know that rambly is not a word,
I just choose to pretend it is.
I wish I could take credit for the picture above, but I can't. My middlest took it yesterday.
She has taken a real interest in photography.
She is even learning how to use a new trial Aperture photo editing program I downloaded.
(I still have no idea how it works)
In fact she edited the picture below for me to give it a vintagey feel.
I think she did an amazing job.
We had a wonderful weekend.
Except for the part where I was the commentator at church, and ended up announcing someone had died instead of needing prayers for being sick.
That was an epic fail.... the only consolation is that I did not write down the name in the wrong section, I just read it.
We went to the farmers market for fresh carrots and ended up coming home with an authentic Egyptian meal.
The stuffed flatbread was from an Indian food booth.
But the rest was from Cairo. The Sambosas (not Samosas), Meatballs (not shown) and the homemade humos was to die for.
The girls are already planning to go back next week to choose their Saturday meal from another country.
I'm secretly hoping for Iceland.
That would be where Ice cream comes from, right?
Which brings me to this pictures of my Mom's birthday cake. Happy Birthday Mom!
Good ol' DQ!
We also enjoyed a neighbourly visit and supper with our favourite neighbourhood cowboy and his family. They were such troopers agreeing to stay even after I explained how a recipe for Meatballs with mushroom sauce unexpectedly became a meatloaf dish.
*Note to self: read ahead when trying a new recipe.
The colours over the past week have been unbelieveable.
This is what I see when I step out onto our front step.
I can't believe that in years past (three weeks from now) we will have had a foot of snow on the ground.
Us Northern Canadians?
That's the only explanation.
For now I choose to live in denial and pretend this will be my reality for at least two more months.
Well, I imagine I will likely blog about it.
Unless of course...
Then... just send Hot Chocolate.
It's the only thing that will help.
(And maybe a bit of Bailey's too... as I understand it has muscle relaxant properties to help with the stiffness)