Talked to Marie really briefly tonight. For lack of time during the day, our actual voice conversations have gotten really scarce. The time difference never helps either. I am glad for the times when I am home late because every so often I get to catch her while Ryo is still awake.
She was saying how she's gotten so many hits on the video I recently posted. I have to confess.....it's me. I watch it often, I make my friends & family watch it often. I can't help that I love the kid.
Today, Ryo told me what sounds a cow, a sheep and a horse make. It was astounding to me that she understands and knows.
I just love that kid.
Can you imagine what it would be like if or when I actually have my own?
It's rainy, cold and I am tired. I've been working pretty long hours and am about to hit a crazy pace until the end of February. And sometimes, all I need is a little boost. And then I get this:
To me, hearing her laugh is instant joy. Isn't she SUCH a big girl now? I miss my West Coast family, and me thinks it's almost time to go for my bi-annual trip.
I was on the streetcar this morning on the way to work where I encountered a school trip in progress. There were about fifteen very rambunctious eight or nine year olds on a very packed work rush streetcar. Once we hit one of the main stations, people cleared out enabling me to watch the children interacting with each other.
I've always said that I find the ages of eight to eleven odd. Kids are past the cute stage and they're not yet disgruntled teenagers. They're still feeling their gangly selves out, figuring out how to socialize with one another. I noticed in the back a cluster of girls, all chatting with each other. On closer observation, one of them was obviously being singled out. You could see the conflict in her - trying to fit yet trying not to care.
It was painful to watch actually. I wondered what had happened for the other girls to ostracize her so. The group seemed to be gravitating toward an obvious trio in the centre. For a while, I watched these three girls hold their court and then, a surprise. One of the "popular" girls looked out through the crowd, noticed the left out girl, reached out for her and pulled her in. The others could do nothing but to follow her example and include the outsider too.
I wonder. How does one make a kind child? And how do I make sure that any children that I have in the future, are the kind ones?
Listen, I don't think anyone realizes I grew up with DOGS all my life and Mindy is my very first cat. I am constantly amazed and fascinated by cat behaviour. And I hope dog people don't start spamming and hating on me (as I still plan to have a dog at some point in my life) but dogs seem like the much easier pet to understand in comparison. With dogs, they love you, you take them for walks, they let you do ridiculous things to them and they STILL love you. With cats, it's another ball game. You find yourself constantly trying to make them think you're a cool enough being for them to chill with you.
Whenever I put my ipod on shuffle, Stefan always complains that almost every other song is a Madonna song. "You're being ridiculous", I always reply.
Today, I decided to put his theory to the test. I decided to put my ipod to just "Artist" and I played Madonna all day at work. The music lasted from 9:00 am to approximately 4:43 pm. That's pretty impressive, if I say so myself. I guess I am a bigger Madonna fan than I realized.
This post is dedicated to Marie, the little pork belly lover.
It's finally cold here in Toronto. About time since it's already November. I have to say, that I have never gotten used to the first blast of the cold. Not only is it cold but it's rainy. Worst combination of weather ever. Give me lots of snow and cold, but rain? Forget about it.
Since I had some leftover banchan dishes from the night before, I thought the perfect thing to do was to make a spicy Kimchi stew to eat with rice. I had some thinly sliced pork belly for a dish I am making my parents tomorrow. I had read that pork belly is a very common ingredient in Korean cooking so decided to add it into my stew.
Marie made a comment about how my fried egg looked funny in the picture. It's because I have never been able to really cook a fried egg without breaking the yolk. Stef is the fried egg cook in our house.
Which to me is the weirdest thing. I can cook fairly complicated dishes, but a single, little egg defeats me in the kitchen, every time.
Everyone can always tell when I start getting ready to hibernate for the winter. Dinner invitations go out more frequently, when people ask me what I've done for the weekend, instead of saying I went to some new/cool bar/restaurant/lounge, I start talking about groceries I've been buying.
For some reason on the weekend, I was really craving this dish. I mean, c'man! The name is so cool, what is not to like? The best thing about this dish is that you can make it for both vegetarians and meat eaters both.
So I saw this on Design Sponge the other day and thought it was so hilarious. It's basically a bunch of pictures showing what they consider the worst European interiors of 1974. I simply had to share my personal favourites.
Can you imagine having an entirely green kitchen? As if you would get a car that matched your kitchen. Even better yet, what is a barn doing at the end of that kitchen.
I can't get over the carpeted bathrooms. And the colours and the prints! Even the nude, sexy girl could not inspire any good thoughts on the design.
I wonder when we look back (or when our kids look back) at our homes, whether we'll feel like cringing, the way I do when I look at these?
I know, I know. Another crazy cat lady post.
Everyone can always tell when I start getting ready to hibernate for the winter. Dinner invitations go out more frequently, when people ask me what I've done for the weekend, instead of saying I went to some new/cool bar/restaurant/lounge, I start talking about groceries I've been buying.
