Uhhhmmm, how cute are these mummy cookies?
Tutorial found here. I think I may need to make me some of these.
I’m taking a break from the constant partying to spend the weekend in my pjs, reading. Truth be told, the last party I attended was somewhere around 2004, so this weekend is not that different from any other weekend. But I am excited because I haven’t read for ‘pleasure’ for a while now, as all my free time has been spent studying or watching murder shows on tv. I’ve even been neglecting reading my favourite gossip blogs lately. You know I’m a-busy if I don’t make time for my daily dose of Dlisted.
Hope you are all doing something you love this weekend!
I have a confession. I am addicted to tissues. Like madly. If there was an Intervention episode that focused on tissues (street name, K-x), I’d be the perfect invterventionee. I keep boxes of tissues in every room (sometimes more than one box in a room) at all times, and get a little tense if I am running low. The reason? If I even feel a slight hint of moisture in my nostrils it is all I can do to concentrate on anything else. It is like having a wedgie in my nose: so uncomfortable and annoying, I have to remedy the situation asap. Luckily blowing your nose is a little less conspicuous than digging a wedgie out of your butt.
As an aside, have you ever watched a Raphael Nadal match? He is constantly picking at his butt. Perhaps someone needs to tell him to stop wearing thongs during games. Click on the picture to see what I am talking about.
Anyhoo, the other reason for my tissue obsession is that my eyes water when I am tired. Excessively. So when I go to bed at night it looks like I just watched The Notebook (disclaimer: that movie did not actually make me cry) or just heard the news that they’ve stopped making Dunkaroos, nature’s most delicious treat.
So I clutch handfuls of tissues to wipe my streaming eyes as I am falling asleep. Inevitably, sometime in the eight hours or so of slumber, I drop the tissue in the bed or on the floor. If it’s in the bed, the husband will recoil in horror the next day and complain once again about my disgusting habit, and if I drop them on the floor the dog eats them, because nothing is disgusting to a dog.
So what to do? Take a hint from my grandma and use a HANKY. Why did I never think of this before?!
I now have a stack of hanky pankys next to my bed so I will save the environment one tissue at a time, and avoid the husband horror/ canine ingestion of my old tissues the next day.
As for my nose situation, though, I will still be using good old tissues, because I think it’s kind of gross to snot in a reusable rag.
Oh, poor Picasilly. I’ve been neglecting this space because I’ve been busy with life. If ‘life’ is, you know, eating ice cream on the sofa while watching Gilmore Girls reruns. Don’t judge! We’ve all been there. At least I’ve had pants on…some of the time.
This is not the only thing in my life I’ve been neglecting. The plants are dying in the garden, desperate for a drink. The pile of laundry in my closet has taken on Jabba The Hutt proportions. Unresponded-to emails are cluttering my inbox.
But it is almost September! And moreso than New Year’s, September always feels like a new start to me. Even fifteen years out of high school, it still reminds me of freshly sharpened pencils and unmarked notebooks. A blank slate on which to start over, again. And again. And again.
Inspired by one of my favourite 80′s characters, Rainbow Brite:
If you don’t know who or what Rainbow Brite is, read the premise from Wikipedia. Uhh, let’s just assume someone was on drugs when they came up with the show’s idea.
Anyway, I think I just liked the show when I was a kid because it was colourful and she had a horse. You know what they say about simple things, simple minds…
Which leads me to today’s nails. RAINBOWS!
From left to right:
Essie Really Red, Loreal Boozy Brunch, Sally Hansen Mellow Yellow, Wet n Wild On a Trip, Revlon Mint.
I’ve recently taken a huge step towards joining adulthood. No, I haven’t stopped sleeping with my teddy bear.
I’ve given up juice.
When I was a kid I used to go to bed with a glass of orange juice next to my bed, even though my father told me I’d rot my teeth, which I did. I didn’t understand that even though I brushed my teeth before bed, I negated all the good that did by sipping juice in my sleep. Duh.
Anyway, even though I knew juice is bad for you, like soda-pop bad, I still drank it because it was the only way I could hydrate myself. Water makes me feel like I am drinking a glass of saliva, probably because I am a slow drinker so by the time I get half-way through a drink it is room temperature. Room temperature water = saliva, at least in my mind.
But then I discovered something called ICE. It’s an amazing invention. When water freezes, it…oh, forget it. It’s pretty complicated and I don’t understand the process enough to explain it. Anyway, ice is basically super-cold, hard water, and it keeps your drink cold for longer.
Couple that with the chopped up fruit, vodka, etc, that I dump into my water carafe, and voila! It doesn’t taste like saliva! I’ve been juice free for five days now. Every time I take a sip of water I get amazed at myself. It’s like a crack addict suddenly giving up smoking crack for menthol cigarettes, cold turkey. No small feat. I just hope I don’t relapse.