Sunday Mornings, Go For A Ride Posted by Happy Blogger , 24.1.10 at Sunday, January 24, 2010, in

Well, well, well.

As an update, I would like to inform you that I finished reading 'The Lovely Bones' and 'Dear John' (unfortunately I lended out my "Alice in Wonderland- a girl at dance who will be featured in her upcoming play as 'the Cheshire Cat' and was bursting to read it...)

Soon after reading 'The Lovely Bones'- I ventured out with a few friends to go see the movie. When it comes to seeing movies, I'm generally an 'emotional blob', and it was assumed that I would be a tearful wreck while watching this one. Unfortunately/fortunately- I did not cry. I did though, really enjoy watching 'Susie's in Between'. Stanley Tucci was wonderfully creepy- when I got home, I had to tell myself 'He's Julia's Child's husband in the movie--- he's a nice guy!' It was really late when we were driving home, and the roads had an eerie sense to them, and one of my friends blurted out 'Let's just hope we don't get murdered!' The rest of the car ride was tense. The moment I was alone in the car, I was checking around the car and observing any sight of movement. I blasted the radio, and continued home. As I was driving home, I could swear I saw at least 10 white rabbits. It was late at night, and I was growing tired, and I 'thanked' the rabbits. For some weird reason, they made me more aware. They were my little nudge.

As for Dear John, I only finished that books just a couple hours ago. I found myself tearing up at the end of this one. For a while, I didn't even want to finish the book- but I did, and thank God for that. . .

February 20th, I will be heading out to Vancouver for the Olympics. I'm staying with my uncle and my cousin in a condo, that I believe neighbours the hotel where the majority of the athletes will be staying. On Wednesday, I went out to see the Olympic Torch at COP. That morning, they would have a pancake breakfast, and the first 500 people would get a free cow-bell! So that morning, I went out with my Cousin and my older sister, and we got there early enough to only wait in the line for maybe 30-40 minutes- and I would consider us lucky. By the time we could eat our Pancakes, they were frozen (as you can imagine- pancake breakfasts are meant for warmer weather). When we went up to grab a cowbell, I sneakily took 2 cowbells, for I knew someone coming later would want one. I got a picture with the 88' torch, and a picture on the podium. I had to leave early, so I couldn't get a picture with the '10 torch- but I didn't mind. I'm going to the real thing- I seriously feel so lucky.

Have I bored you enough yet?

-Happy Blogger

Procrastination Posted by Sad Blogger , 16.1.10 at Saturday, January 16, 2010, in

We all do it. Don't lie. The following is a poem I wrote while I was procrastinating from doing my poetry homework. Yes, that is exactly how much I didn't want to do it.

pen marks on a page
scribbles, scratches, lines, and doodles
gray on white and black on gray
restrained madness. strange, unusual

water in a pot
bubbles, steam. surface chaotic
ferocity contained
the perfect storm. hypnotic

notes from a piano
out of order, out of key
twinkling follows pounding
bum bum bum then treedle tee

homework for tomorrow
doodles fill the open pages
cooked a meal and wrote a song
unformed thoughts in final stages

From my empty head to your,

- Sad Blogger

Melvin of the Refrigerator Posted by Sad Blogger , 4.1.10 at Monday, January 04, 2010, in

A friend of mine recently approached me, glum and dejected, requesting that I tell her something happy. And being as happiness is a gift I am more than willing to spread, I obliged her behest. The following is the yarn I managed to spin:

There's a man in my fridge named Melvin who smiles and hands me orange juice every time I open the door. He doesn't talk much but he like to wear buttons with little sayings on them and he changes his buttons every morning. Today he was wearing an "I Ringo" button and some rainbow suspenders so I can tell he's happy. Although, he speaks when he has to. Like when I try to put the peanut butter back in the fridge. He knows it doesn't belong there, you see. He'll twist his face up into a funny pout and yell that "NUTBUTTER B'LONGS IN THE CUBBERD" (He calls it nut butter. And he talks funny because he eats too many pickles).

Um. There was this one time, we made the mistake of letting him have a day off. And I say it was a mistake not cuz we want to keep him trapped in there or take pleasure in it or anything. He really likes it in there. He has fingerpaintings on the wall that he makes with ketchup and whipped cream. But he just really wasn't used to the outside world. He'd lived in fridges most of his life. He crawled in his parents' when he was seven and just liked it so much he decided to live in fridges the rest of his life. So he certainly wasn't used to the light. He's come somewhat accustomed to the fridge bulb when it comes on. But he hadn't experienced anything like the sun in a long time. So he kinda stumbled out that one day.

We'd just been on a big shopping trip and needed to sort out the fridge and he was kinda taking up space. And man did his bones CRACK. It sounded like a drum solo! All of them at once, different pitches and volumes. Crickity-crackalack-tick-cra-cra-cra-crackadacka! He looked kind of embarrassed as we stared at him. And then my mom burst out laughing and we all joined in, even Melvin. He tittered in his little scratchy cackle. He was wearing a big button that looked like a cloud in the shape of a bunny. So we asked him if he'd like to see a real cloud.He started nodding so enthusiastically. I've never seen someone look so silently excited. His whole body was practically shaking with glee as we led him towards the big glass doors to the patio. We slid the doors open and he stared at them in fascinated delight. He'd never seen a door that didn't open on hinges. And then finally, we got him to look up.

Up into the sky, the sun, the clouds. Clouds like he had never seen on that beautiful summer morning. The massive blue blanket of sky kissing the tops of the pine trees in the backyard and the anxious little puppy dog clouds playfully tumbling through space. Melvin looked like he'd danced with an angel. His mouth curled up into a ridiculous grin and his eyes bunched up with overwhelming joy. While Mom and Dad sorted out the fridge, we sat in the grass with Melvin and pointed out all the shapes the clouds made. Dragons and skipping children. Flying squirrels, cars, an old-fashioned telephone. Melvin pointed desperately at his button and shrugged. He wanted to know why there were no bunny clouds.

Just then, Mom appeared in the doorway and called that the fridge was stocked and it was time for Melvin to go back inside. A little tear rolled down his cheek as he stared at his pin and started shuffling towards the house. But then... "MELVIN!" my brother shouted. Melvin turned to us and sniffed. My brother was pointing emphatically at the sky. Melvin shrugged and we yelled in unison, "It's a bunnnnyyyyy!" And, man, you've never seen anyone run so fast. He zipped out the door and tumbled onto the lawn. And we laughed out loud as we pointed to the bunny and jumped around. Happy. Then Melvin gave us each a squeeze and we patted him on the back and he crawled back into the fridge with a husky chuckle. I reached out my hand for the orange juice, and with a wink Melvin placed it in my hand. He's a good friend.

And here's to you, friends,

- Sad Blogger

Orange-Cranberry Scones Posted by Happy Blogger , at Monday, January 04, 2010, in

Good morning folks! I have made a new discovery into the art of scones. Just kidding, but I did come across a great recipe.


The other day I was really craving some sort of food. Nothing too too sweet, so I decided to make scones. I prowled through numerous recipe websites, when I came across a rather easy plain scone recipe. I made my first batch and thought they were rather delicious, and so I decided to expand my horizon and put in additional ingrediants. I remember, a long time ago, I was over at my uncles house for breakfast. In my family, he was the scone king and was famous for his delicious scones. In the midst of making them, he accidentally poured orange juice into the batter. Not letting that stop them, he cooked them up and they were seriously the best scones I had ever eaten. So, I decided to do what my uncle did... but on purpose.


Recipe:


2 cups of flour
1/4 cup white sugar
2 1/2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/4 cup butter
1 cup of milk


This is the plain recipe. You mix the dry ingrediants in a bowl, then you cut in the butter, then you add and stir in the milk. It should have a thicker consistancy, and then you roll it out into 3/4 inch thick rectangle, and cut into sizable scones and bake for 12 minutes at 425'


Now, the Orange ones. I often times find that I need to double recipe because they get eaten up pretty quickly (at my house at least) and so what I did was instead of putting the whole amound of milk in, I put 3/4 milk and 1/4 orange juice (concentrated orange juice is better because it gives it a stronger flavouring without completely diluting the dough). Add as much cranberries as you want, and bake the same as the plain scones.


As a glaze, I like to mix together about 2 tsp of butter with 3 tsps of powdered sugar (make your own estimates- I do) then I add a bit of orange juice or range concentrate to make almost a thing orange icing. When the scones are ready from the oven, take them out and glaze them right away. Eat them while they are hot (well, not too hot or you might burn your tongue) and enjoy.


Bon Appetit
-Happy Blogger

Dan a phapy wen reya Posted by Happy Blogger , 3.1.10 at Sunday, January 03, 2010, in

Well, it's now 2010 and change has already started to take it's toll.


Since those good ole school day's where teachers would shove novel study after novel study down your throat, I developed a rather large hate into recreational reading. Oddly enough, I enjoyed reading about factual stuff. I'm sure I would take reading my mom's old psychology textbooks over Harry Potter any day. Though over time I grew more fond of books, I still don't read as often as I should. Over the summer, I splurged on all the old classics and yesterday took another splurge on books that I was just dying to read. Now, I can only hope that my $46.30 was worth it.


I went in to the book store looking for 'Lovely Bones', 'Dear John' and 'Alice in Wonderland', there were a few more that I would have liked to buy, but unfortunately my $50 gift certificate wouldn't pay for it. Anywho... My first challenge will be 'The Lovely Bones', no I'm not just reading it because the movie is coming out, (well, I guess just a little) but more because I've heard it is a strangely mesmerizing book. (Alright Alice Sebold, mesmerize me). Dear John is yet another Nicolas Sparks novel that is being turned into a movie. Seeing as I loved ' A Walk to Remember' and 'The Notebook' both movie and book, I desired to read and see this one. Now, Alice in Wonderland is a classic that I have wanted to read for 2 years now and just never got around to buying it, so when the chance came around, I couldn't let it slide.


I am now bound and determined.


As for recent movies I've seen?


2009 I was a virgin of 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show". After 12 o'clock, I cracked open the champagne, and enjoyed myself this amusing show. I had got it from my clever uncle with all sorts of props to go along (ie. water gun, rice, newspaper, plastic gloves...) So I tried my best to catch on with everything, and I even tried to snap my rubber gloves at the same time as Frank'n'Furter (failed miserably... all 3 times). It was nearing 2 am as the movie was finishing up when my sister pointed out that Tim Curry as a drag kind of looks like my mother (I told her the next morning, and she wasn't quite sure if she should be offended or not, but Tim Curry in drag was rather beautiful). 2010 and now I've seen it and I loved it in all it's weirdness.


I watched All About Steve and was thankful that it didn't end like I thought it was. Thank you to the writers for not giving us something predictable. Merci.


I also watched District 9. Even though I fell asleep, and couldn't appreciate the movie, I now have to rewatch it to full appreciate it.


I also also watched Inglourious Basterds. Yes, it was funny and Yes Quentin Tarrantino was amazing yet again, yet I was slightly disgusted by the scalping and the carving of the foreheads. Yum.


Julie& Julia followed, and it was weird cause while I was watching it and they were making her blog and all her entries I got weirdly excited (I'm not quite sure why). Anywho. I love Meryl Streep and Amy Adams. It was wonderful.


Now I'm off on my quest to plow through the books. After that? Make my way through the Mel Brookes collection. Thank you Blockbuster.


-Happy Blogger