Latest adventures…

  • Trip to who what?!

    I’ve been so busy with the job hunting, the house sorting and then the job celebrating, that I almost forgot that it’s time for travelling! We’re going to Canada to see my darling little family and a handful of friends tomorrow!

    Of course, being the organised couple that we are, Andrew and I haven’t even started packing our suitcases. As a matter of fact, the suitcases are still up in the loft and the clothes are still on the drying rack. Ah well, I guess I should go do that, shouldn’t I?

    So there’ll only be limited posting this week, but I’m certainly going to update you on what we’re up to in Canada. So far, the only set plans are a friends BBQ and a family BBQ… Everyone else seems to be taking their sweet ass time getting back to me with when it’s likely that I’ll see them… Fine, if no one else wants to see me, I’m perfectly happy hanging out with my cool little sisters! They’re cooler than you all anyways! 😛

    I’ll go to chinatown and make sushi with mommy and hang out with my sisters at Oh So Good (like any first-timer to Ottawa, they think they’ve found a new pearl of a place no one knows about, awwww cute!) I’ll walk up and down Rideau street and go into Chapters, and walk into Shoppers, take the 95 Orleans back to Place d’Orleans, roll my eyes at the little bums who think they’re so hardcore waiting at the busstop with their skateboards. Yep, already feels like I’m home…

    Must get’s while in Canada:
    Maple syrup to bring back (stock for a year)
    Maple candy/cookies of some sort to bring in to work (for my last three days eeeeeee!!!)
    Clothes, because they’re cheaper
    Tim Hortons donuts are a must-eat
    Lots of hugs from my mommy!

  • New job!!!

    This is from yesterday morning, when I couldn’t quite post about it yet:
    Two goddamn months of job hunting and not blogging about it! Finally, I can say that it’s over! Blahblahblah I can say aaaaanything I like now that it’s over! Tongue tied no more!

    I didn’t want to blog about it because job hunting talk is too depressing when it’s not successful. Thankfully, I was quite lucky and the only two companies I interviewed for came back with positive results. For one, I chose to turn down the second interview, but for the other one, the second interview lasted four hours! I guess they must’ve liked me because they’ve hired me!

    The main reason to change jobs is the house move. Coming down to Harlow from where we’ll be living would take much too long and be a complicated and expensive journey by bus and train. Instead, going into Cambridge will allow me a fun social life and an easy commute. The prospect of working in a more technological field is soooo exciting though, that’s a major factor in the job change!

    This is such a weight off my shoulders, I’ll actually be able to relax and enjoy while we’re in Canada! I was so worried I’d have to keep job hunting while on holidays… Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

    Now I want to wait to post this until I get a confirmation! Ahhhh so excited!

  • KFC's Colonel gets a facelift

    Yet another one of Darren’s articles catching my attention.

    Colonel Sanders, KFC

    The KFC Colonel has had a bit of an image change. Constant with Betty Crocker and Aunt Jemima slimming down, the Colonel’s white suit is being replaced with an apron, his hair gets a bit of a trim and the generous chin seems to slim down. The entire restaurants are getting a re-style as well, starting with American KFCs.

    Did your KFC have a big bucket sign outside its little white house-like restaurant? Does anyone (other than my husband) actually still eat there?

    In the world of fast food, I can’t help but wonder… who’s getting the next cosmetic surgery? Well… it appears to be Ronald’s turn! Chicken-fat-based Botox anyone?

  • Your Will Should Cover Your Digital Life

    Since the late 90’s, when I started accumulating more and more personal files, having my own computer, I wondered what would happen to what was on that precious harddrive if I were to die. More precisely, what would happen to my passworded information? A bit morbid for a 17 y/o to think about, but a reality nonetheless. Nowadays we have quantities of digital possessions.

    Recently, the thought resurfaced when my grandfather passed away a few months ago. He taught me how to use a computer and, needless to say, had many unique and extremely precious diary notes about family, friends, businesses. Thankfully, my uncle took charge of the computer and ensured nothing was lost.

    When I read the story of the young American marine who died at war, I was particularly interested in seeing how Yahoo! would deal with it.

    It’s an old story with a new twist. A young marine is killed in the line of duty and his parents request all his belongings, including his correspondence – in this case, his e-mail.

    The Internet company refuses to give out the marine’s password, saying that would violate its privacy rules. The parents go to court, causing a storm of discussion on the Net and in the media.

    The company has to stand by its rules to give the public trust in the confidentiality clauses, but in this case, it was only right to let the family access their son’s email account after his death.

    Darren brought up the concept of “digital mortician”, a person responsible for the triage of your computer accounts and files. Losing a family member is heartbreaking and having to wade through tons of files is an experience that some may prefer to avoid.

    Interesting how this is yet another necessity created by our technological culture, where digital belongings may be just as important as physical ones, if not more.

    I feel sorry for whoever has to sort out the bucketloads of emails I’ve accumulated over the years… Between Darren’s Hungarian duck porn and my europop singing llama mp3s, there’s enough to keep digital morticians in business for a long time.

  • Just remember…

    I usually hate forwards, and I’m not asking anyone to actually forward this on. Just take a bit of time to remember how childhood and freedom felt, and add a bit of it in your day. I just found myself playing shadow puppets with two hairclips as a result of spending the day thinking of how wonderful childhood is.

    Just for a minute, forget everything stressful and read this
    Close your eyes and go back in time…
    Before the Internet or the Apple Mac.
    Before semi-automatics, joyriders and crack….
    Before SEGA or Super Nintendo…
    Way back……..

    I’m talking about Hide and Seek in the park.
    The corner shop.
    Hopscotch.
    Butterscotch.
    Skipping.
    Handstands.
    Football with an old can.
    Fingerbob.
    Beano, Dandy, Buster, Twinkle and Dennis the Menace.
    Panini Sticker Books.
    Pretending to be Gazza and John Barnes in the Playground.
    Getting your haircut like Chris Waddle.
    Roly Poly.
    Hula Hoops,
    Paper that you could eat.
    Penny sweets that actually cost 1p.
    The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass.
    Bazooka Joe bubble gum.
    An ice cream cone on a warm summer night from the van that plays a tune – Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry or maybe Neapolitan or perhaps a screwball
    Watching Saturday morning cartoons….short commercials,
    The Double Deckers, Road Runner, He-Man, Zebedee, Rainbow,
    Tiswas or Swapshop?, and ‘Why Don’t You’? – or staying up for Doctor Who.
    When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like going somewhere.
    Earwigs, wasps, stinging nettles and bee stings.
    Sticky fingers.
    Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, Doctors and Nurses and Zorro.
    Climbing trees.
    Walking to school, no matter what the weather.
    Running till you were out of breath and getting a stitch,
    Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt.
    Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights.
    Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.
    Being tired from playing….remember that?
    The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
    Water balloons were the ultimate weapon
    Playing cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.
    Choppers and Grifters
    I’m not finished just yet…..
    Eating raw jelly. Orange squash ice pops.

    Remember when…
    There were two types of trainers – girls and boys, and Dunlop Green Flash – and the only time you wore them at school was for P.E.
    You knew everyone in your street – and so did your parents.
    It wasn’t odd to have two or three “best” friends.
    You didn’t sleep a wink on Christmas Eve.
    How exciting was it to use a Vending Machine at big school.
    When nobody owned a pure-bred dog.
    When 25p was decent pocket money
    When you’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.
    When nearly everyone’s mum was at home when the kids got there.
    When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents.
    When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to carry shopping and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.
    When being sent to the head’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home…
    Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs etc.
    Parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! –
    and some of us are still afraid of them!!

    Remember when….
    Decisions were made by going ” Ip Dip Dog Sh*t ”
    “Race issue” meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
    Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in “Monopoly”.
    The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs.
    And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one.
    It was unbelievable that ‘Runouts’ wasn’t an Olympic event.
    Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a catapult.
    Nobody was prettier than Mum.
    Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.
    Taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.
    Ice cream was considered a basic food group
    Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true
    Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.
    Sunday night bath time.
    Cerbsy and rebounds.

    If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED.
    Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their “grown up” life…
    I DOUBLE-DARE YOU

    Sure, some of these have a British twist to them but childhood is the same everywhere…

    Some of my fondest memories…

    Getting our allowance after being good in Church on Sunday and spending half an hour choosing a dollar’s worth of 5 cents candy with our little brown baggie. Sour gum balls.

    Going skating at the local indoor ice rink just because we wanted a blue Slush Puppy or a small poutine at the end. Using chairs to push friends around on the ice. Trying to skate backwards like the boys who played hockey did.

    Visiting my best friend to play Nintendo, always the 100 games cartridge, getting told to go play outside, whining that we don’t want to go outside, getting pushed out the door, spending the entire afternoon having a GREAT time scheming a water guns war with the boys, using garbage can lids to protect ourselves, getting called indoors at sunset for dinner and refusing to go back in because we’re having too much fun outside.

    Playing double-dutch in the school yard with an orange and a pink skipping rope.

    Writing “Do you want to go out with me, tick the box, yes or no” to boys and getting your friends to deliver it to the boy in question.

    Les Mystérieuses Cités d’Or, Les Trois Mousquetaires, Rahan… and those weird shows in English… “rasha-sha-ra-ra”, I speak English too!

    Making bunnies out of two cotton gloves while waiting for the school bus in winter.

    Making the first snowman of the winter… and making the last snowman of the winter with the leftover brown snow.

    Exchanging dinosaur and gasoline marbles. Pogs collections.

    Building forts with the cushions from the sofa and blankets.

    Véro & Papa
    What are your fondest memories?

  • Dig dig, chomp chomp…

    Dig, dig…

    Today, Andrew and I did more weights lifting than we have in a while. It’ll be great preparation for moving houses…

    Andrew’s parents were having a “pond-digging party” so we went to help make a big hole in the back of their garden to create a koi carps pond. Koi carps are possibly the coolest fish around, they love to come up to the surface and watch or follow people around the edge. They even come up to suck your finger, and I’ve been known to befriend them enough for them to let me pet them and pick them up! (Anyways, they’re friendly enough but the picking up would still be a bad idea…)

    I can’t claim to have spent as much time digging as the boys did, but I did a good little bit of work. We came across a bunch of HUGE concrete blocks that were dumped as rubble when the house was originally built and they were a hell of a challenge to dig out! Some were a good 4 feet long and went way beyond the edges of the pond we wanted to dig! Thankfully, no one took their eye out while digging them out with the dodgy loose pick axe…

    Chomp, chomp…

    Now, for the most interesting part of the day… Kathy knew everyone would be working hard so she prepared a truly tasty meal as incentive to keep working. We had an early snack of veggie crudités and crisps, olives, sunblush tomatoes and dips. Later on, when the boys started running out of steam towards 3-4pm so we had a lovely meal. Butterfly prawns in garlic, lemon and parsley butter, some lovely sundried tomatoes and herbs ciabbata bread followed by salmon in white wine and herbs with a dill sauce, some lovely rosemary potatoes and a tomato salad. I’ll have to get the recipes from Kathy and post them up on my food blog, the prawns in particular were gorgeous!

    So all in all, a very fun day considering how much hard work was involved. Great company makes all the difference! 🙂

  • My Special Partner

    I only got around to watching the Golden Years mini-series’ episode about old age around the world Thursday night even though it dates back from April 13th, as I’d SkyPlus’ed it for watching later.

    Primo Puel dollJapan used to rely on families to take care of the older generations, as traditionally, the eldest son would stay at home to take care of his parents and the family home. Today, younger people move towards the cities, leaving their parents to grow old and lonely. The solution to their loneliness came unexpectedly, as the older women adopted the Primo Puel dolls as company. The teddies were created as substitute boyfriends for girls who lived alone, and their behaviour is reminiscent of the Furbies, the electronic dolls of the late 90’s, but much much cuter. Even though it was sweet to see the old ladies hug, kiss and talk to the dolls, it seemed a bit sad as the Primos’ 280 words vocabulary limited conversation a bit…

    I was fascinated by the more advanced dolls the National Institute of Advanced Science has been working on for the past 10 years. Their baby seal prototype is much more lifelike, with animated eyes and a warm body. “In clinical trials, Paro has been shown to reduce stress, depression and anxiety in elderly people, by offering them the chance to demonstrate affection… and receive a little back”, says the BBC article. So even though it can’t replace a good cup of green tea and a chat with friends, it seems those dolls can at least make their big empty houses feel a bit more homely and lived-in.