Long Weekend

What is it about a long weekend that makes the week leading up to it go by soooooo slllooooowly? OMG, this week has just been a killer. I swear that if I make it to 4:30 today, I will have aged 10 years.

What is everyone doing for Canada Day? I love the Canada Day weekend. My family always has a pool party. JJ isn't even 4 yet, therefore doesn't remember most the Canada Day celebrations she attended, and even she is excited for this. When I told her Canada Day was coming up, she immediately mentioned the party at Grampy's pool. That's my girl.

I love more than just the party though. I'm really very proud to be Canadian. We live in a great country. Our human rights are, in my opinion, second to none. We are a peace keeping country as opposed to international bullies. We have vast open spaces. We still have plenty of pristine wilderness. Canadians, for the most part, are a friendly bunch, eh? Have you ever travelled abroad? Other countries love us. There are just too many things to list.

So this weekend, on Canada Day, stand up and say you are proud to be Canadian. Even if you love shopping in the States, M this means you, you still have to appreciate what being Canadian means. We are Canadian! Now raise your hockey stick and your Keith's - CHEERS!

Smell of Summer

I was walking on the walking trail by my house Saturday night when all of a sudden I got of whiff of something that stirred up some memories. I looked down and the trail was lined with small wild strawberries. The smell was so familiar and it took me right back to the summers of my childhood.

I remember spending hours picking small wild strawberries on the small hill behind my grandparents house in Stanley. I used to go out there alone or sometimes with my sister and other times with my cousin, Janet. The smell of the strawberries was so distinct and sweet. I can see my sister and I out there on the hill. I can remember picking with my cousin and she would repeatedly tell me to be careful not to step on the strawberries. She was always more careful than me. I'm like a bull in a china shop...not very graceful or careful.

Another memory that came to mind was picking strawberries and blueberries with Jan in Shediac. We would go over to the field behind the drive in and pick berries. Again, I remember being told to be careful of the plants. It's funny because after I noticed the berries on the trail by our house, I brought JJ outside to let her pick strawberries. She thought it was super! But what did I find myself saying to her? "JJ be careful not to step on the plants so we can pick some more tomorrow." Then I promptly knelt down on a bunch of strawberries and stained my pants. Some things never change.

It is Time

What do you know...2 posts in one day. Mel, Jay...are you still breathing???

Over the past 6 months or so, most of my friends have made their blogs private. I have resisted doing this since they started. While I understand their various reasons for going private, I just a chose not to go that route.

This blog gets quite a few hits in the run of a day. I figure that there are a few people obsessed with me who just visit over and over or there are for more people reading that I realized. I'm going to say it a little of column A and a little of column B. I really don't have a problem with strangers reading my blog. I never write anything that I wouldn't say out loud anyway. The internet is public domain. And let's face it, when it comes to finding out information on the internet, I am the Queen.

I've also know there are people who read this blog that really couldn't give a rat's ass about me. They just like to use the content to talk shit with their friends. Hi Pat! I'm happy to give you some entertainment. Oh and FYI- I know you read this, Pat. Truth be told, I don't really care that people read this and tee hee with their friends. I wouldn't write half of the stuff I put on it if I didn't want people to laugh.

I know that people link to this from other blogs etc. I also now know that there are people who read this that wouldn't give me the time of day and haven't for years. I know there are people who read this and then walk past me downtown and don't even acknowledge me. I'm not talking about strangers who just recognize me from a picture. I'm talking about people who have known me since elementary and junior high school. And THAT is what bothers me.

So, the time has come that I'm following suit and going private. If you want to continue to read my blog just send me an email at orange_pumpkin2002@yahoo.com. I'll still add you even if I don't know you. But for the love of all things good, don't pretend you don't know me on the street. Because that, my friends, just pisses me off.

The Princess is now getting off her high horse to watch Diego and Dora rescue some dinosaurs. Hasta luego!

P.

Girls Weekend Gone Bad

Well, girls weekend has gone seriously south. We started out alright this morning with chips for breakfast. Because THAT is what girls weekend is about. In all fairness, they were sour cream and bacon and the last time I check bacon is a breakfast food.

We bummed around the house for awhile and then JJ and I took off for Walmart and the Superstore. We got some food and a few toys and headed home for lunch. Just before our street, the Mister calls and says his back is acting up again and needs me to go get him. In freakin' Boiestown. As you may recall, I'm not fond of the drive on Route 8. I drive that road so often and it is so boring. Not to mention that driving it today made me feel like I was working.

We came in the house for a pee break, some snacks and some activities for the car before we race off to Boiestown. The Mister was having kittens because I told him to get dropped off at the Irving. They were supposed to be going to a camp in Holtville. I won't even start on that. Anyway, we hop in the car and take off as fast as we can.

Just past Durham, the Littlest Princess tells me she's going to puke in the backseat. Fuck, this day just keeps getting better. I tell her to close her eyes and have a sleep. She sleeps all the way to Boiestown and then some. Awesome, she'll never go to bed tonight but she was better when she woke up. To top things off, we waited at the Irving for 35 minutes for the Mister to arrive. I will give him the fact that his lateness was completely out of his control.

So we get home and JJ wants to paint in the driveway with her new sidewalk paint. Great, let's do it! I started to get it out of the package and she promptly puked on my feet. What can I say? I just hugged her and hosed vomit out of the driveway while she painted.

It's only 3: 45. The Mister is in bed and there are still many more hours for things to happen before this day ends. I just can't wait to see what comes next.

I'm Still Alive

Okay, you can call off the search parties. I'm still here. Good grief, what are you going to do when I go on vacation? We aren't planning to take our laptops with us again this year. Imagine, the Mister and I will have to speak face to face instead of instant messages.

I've had a crazy week. I was only in the office on Monday. The rest of the week was spent running from one place to another just to listen to talking heads. Oye. I hate sitting and being spoken "at". If I have to sit in one spot and listen to someone talk I wish they would make it interactive some how. Don't get me wrong, the topics were very interesting. But sitting and listening for 4 days is more than I can handle. I get so fidgety. I play with my hair, play with my face, flip my pen, cross and uncross my legs, play with my shoes, and just about anything else I can find. I was so glad for the end of the day today.

I wasn't at work at all this afternoon. Unfortunately, I attended a funeral for my cousins grandfather on the other side of their family. It was a sad afternoon. I had to fight tears each time I looked at my cousins. J, T, & R - I know you've had a rough week. I'm so sorry.

Well, the Mister is off at a stag party for the weekend. It's just the littlest Princess and I here all weekend...all by ourselves. I'm not sure what we'll do all weekend. She's in bed so I guess I'll have to find some way to entertain myself tonight. Luckily, I stopped at the liquor store on my way home :)

Hot Stuff

The Princess household almost had a visit from the Fredericton Fire Department last night. I'm all about hospitality and having guests but only under the right circumstances. My kitchen being on fire is not the way I want to invite people over to my house.

I made some salsa the other day and I really wanted some last night. I decided to make some baked pita chips. I got them all ready and they were just about done when I decided to crisp them up at bit with the broiler. I've done this millions of times without a problem. Last night I must have had a complete lapse in brain function because I turned on the broiler and walked away. DUH!

After a few minutes I had a "Holy Shit" moment and remembered the chips. I walked into the kitchen and it was full of smoke. I opened the oven only to find my chips, literally, on fire. I couldn't blow out the flames while they were still in the oven. I had to pull out the pizza stone they were on to blow out the fire. Let me just say that the house was fragrant and smoke filled for the rest of the evening.

As you may have guessed, no salsa and pita chips for me last night.

My Little Dancer

My daughter LOVES to dance. Her dance classes ended in May and has been asking me continually when she will get to go back to dance with Michele and Sandee. Yesterday when I picked her up at daycare, her teacher said "Wait, I have something I have to show you." I'm thinking - Crap, let's run away! So Debby brings out a digital camera and says "This is your daughter's future...." She took pics of JJ dancing on a large tire (turned on it side buried in the ground for the kids to play on...makes a good stage) in front of a bunch of kids while another little boy played the drums for her. She is such a performer. She even did a sassy little pose with her hip stuck out for Debby.

Last night I decided to try to the Carmen Electra Strip Aerobics DVDs. It's really not as bad as it sounds. I borrowed them from someone to try pick up some moves to help with my new side business. There are 5 DVDs to choose from so I popped in the Hip Hop DVD. It was fun. The moves weren't tough but it takes practice. What a work out! It made me sweat...which I hate by the way. Anyway, Little Princess was on the couch watching and decided to jump in and take part. Does the fact that I let my child dance along to Carmen Electra make me a bad parent? Again, it was just a hip hop routine.

Anyway, she was so damn cute!!!!!!! One move is a turn and you snap your head to look behind you. She did it like a pro. Another move starts with you slapping your hands on your thigh, then you walk and as you walk you slide your hands up your torso. She did that too and it cracked me up!! I absolutely have to get this on video.

Tired

It's only Thursday but I'm so ready for this week to be over. I'm exhausted. I'm alseep as soon as my head hits the pillow and I sleep all night but I wake up in the morning just was tired as the night before.

I've been working on a project at work that has me dealing with alot of little old ladies with disabled children involved with our department. Over the last few weeks, I've seen enough crying little old ladies to last me a life time. Before you get upset over that comment, let me clarify. It's draining to sit and listen to their sad stories and not be able to do anything to help them. I feel so bad for them. Many of them are worried about what will happen to their disabled children when they pass on. I have absolutely no help for them. I find this all exhausting. Oh well, if that's all I have to bitch about than good for me. It could be worse, I could be on their end, right?

So has anyone found a way to add more hours to the day yet? THAT would be a million dollar idea. Working totally gets in the way of the other things I want to do. Like hang out in my backyard in my bathing suit when it's nice. Oh! I haven't checked my lottery tickets from last night! One moment....if I don't have anything else to say after this it means I hit publish and went to get my $40 million. Damn, I'm back. I didn't win.

Tonight our little family of three is going to have a soccer game in the backyard. JJ and I against the Mister. It could get messy. I'm rather competitive and I have no qualms about kicking the other players. Bring it.

International Recognition

Picture it - June 11, 2007 between 7:30 and 8 pm. I had just put the Littlest Soccer-Playing Princess to bed and I was laying on my bed with a pillow over my head because I was grumpy. I had been there about 10 minutes when the phone rings. I don't attempt to even answer it because I'm grumpy. The Mister answers it and brings me the phone. I debate whether or not to pretend I'm asleep because I'm grumpy. It was my sister and she was calling to tell me something super fantastic. You might want to make sure you're sitting down for this.

She called to say that one of the categories on Jeopardy was...


SARAH-DIPTY


That's right folks. It was on Jeopardy. That means it is now internationally recognized. Next you'll see it in Webster's Dictionary. It's all about Sarahdipity.

I Took the Plunge

I did it. I took the plunge. Bit the bullet and made the call this afternoon. They were very nice and I'm super excited. What did I do? What do you think I did?

I'm excited to say that I'm now officially a Pole Princess. Yup, I signed up to teach pole dancing. I signed up with Pole Lot of Fun to be a demonstrator with their company. My pole and kit will be here next week. It's going to be a ton of fun!!

I'll let you all know more details once I have everything. But if you'd like more information on how it works or if you are interested in a party contact me at orange_pumpkin2002@yahoo.com

Pole Princess

Registration is Open

I would like to announce that I am once again actively taking sign ups for Camp Stupid. Lately I've been noticing alot of camper candidates running freely around town. It seems to have gotten a bit out of control and I've decided to start filling the bus for the first official trip of the summer to Camp Stupid.

I found the perfect candidate over the lunch hour. I visited a local oven sub sandwich shop to pick up some lunch. I'm been trying to eat somewhat healthy lately due to a number of reasons. So, I asked the franchisee, it said so right on her name tag, if she had a pamphlet or such with the nutritional info on the sandwiches. She said she didn't but the type I chose is relatively healthy except for the mayo. Uh huh, thank you Einstein that was f'ing ground breaking information. Harsh I now but you'll understand if you keep reading. I thank her and I start to walk away. Then I hear the bitch snicker to the people behind me and say "If you can't have bit of mayo you may as well give up." Yikes! That caught my attention. However, I just kept on walking. The moisture in the air is giving me some crazy hair and I didn't want to look like a raving lunatic on top of that. :) What a bitch. I would love to call her and tell her that the reason I wanted the nutritional information is due to this serious stomach problem I have.

But I'm not going to! Nope! Instead I'm shipping Little Miss Bitchy Pants off to Camp Stupid. Remember the camp motto? We're like the roach motel...you check it but you can't check out. Happy Camping, Sweetie!

Pole Dancing on a Saturday Night

So, what did you do last night? I had a pole dancing party with 11 of my friends. Yup, a pole dancing party. It's pretty much your friendly neighbourhood Tupperware party but instead of buying Tupperware you learn how to pole dance. A fun girl named Tracey came to my house with her portable pole. First we made up new pole dancer names, just call me Princess Cherry Pop, and then taught us some moves. After she taught us the moves, we took turns doing our own routine. It was a ball!! I think pretty much everyone was nervous, some admittedly more than others. But by the end, it seems like everyone was loving that pole. Seriously, where has it been all my life?!?!?!?

I'm not posting too many photos because I don't want any of the girls to feel uncomfortable. I was really a stretch for some girls to be able to venture that far out of their comfort zone. But let me tell you, each and every one of them rocked that pole. I mean it, every girl was good at this. My sister, featured in the photo above, EXCELLED at the fireman's pole move. She owned that moved. She managed to do 2 turns around that pole on her way down it. She is a goddess.

I'm not sure if the girl above wants to be identified or not so we'll call her by her pole name "Desiree". She gets the award for best overall performance. That girl has moves. I especially enjoyed the warm up routine she did in my front window before the pole was even installed.

I must say I enjoyed this pirouette slide move. So much so that I have a bruise on my back from it. I also enjoyod the dip, the fireman pole, and this weird move that I made up on my own. It seem good last night but after reflecting upon it today, I think it probably looked more like I was trying not to fall down. I really, really liked that pole. I think most of us did. I heard at least one girl ask how much the poles sell for.

I had a great time last night but my body is crying out in pain today. I have bruises on my back, my forearms hurt from swinging myself around that pole. The front of my thighs, oh the front of my thighs, they will never again be the same. It hurts to walk or pretty much move my legs at all. My abs hurt and so do my calves. I have a feeling I'll be finding more sensitive muscles over the next few days.

So to all my girls who bravely came out and faced the pole - Cheers to all of you. You are all awesome.

I Must Be Sleepy

I didn't think I was tired but I must be. I went tanning at lunch time...to warm up of course. Although I do have a smidge of color. Anyway, I fell asleep in the tanning bed. I'm talking out cold, mouth hanging open, scared the jebus out of me when it turned off kinda sleep. I was even in the middle of a dream, which I remember quite vividly. It involved warm sun (duh!) and a waterfall. It was a great dream.

But let me tell what wasn't pleasant. Waking up! Oye, was I disoriented and I'm still groggy. I love a good nap as much as the next person. But I've never been able to have a nap in the afternoon and then function normally for the rest of the day. Those 20 minute power naps people rave about just mess me up. I'll spend the rest of the day in a foggy haze. Sigh, oh well, I'll just sit here and try to get back to my awesome dream.

Stupid Bathroom

I'm in the home stretch but boy have I seen enough of that damn bathroom. Cripes, who wants to spend an week of evenings crammed in a tiny little bathroom? I've finished sanding and staining the vanity, for now anyway. I'll let let that dry and ask Mr. Princess to hang the doors tomorrow night. In a few minutes I'll go put the outlet plates back on. I'll be sooooooo glad when it's done. It's making my hands very dry.

So, my shopping problem has resurfaced with a vengeance. I wake up in the morning and I have nothing to wear. Yet the floor of my closet...wait who am I kidding...I'm not sure there is a floor down there. I haven't seen it since we moved into this house 3 years ago. I mean, I'm sure the closet came with a floor but I don't remember it. Anyway, I've gone shopping for clothes a few times over the last few days. Today I hated the shirt I had on so I went and bought a new one to wear plus one more for good luck.

Mel and I went walking at O'Dell Park at lunch. It was much better than the walking bridge downtown. It was challenging to walk the hills in the woods. I came out with only one bug bite. Not bad. Mel covered for me while I changed my clothes in the parking lot. Then told me she didn't need lunch anyway. She *says* she meant she wouldn't have time after covering for me. Uh huh...I know what she really meant.

Reno Reatlity

Last Monday, Victoria Day, I was in JJ's bathroom when I decided that it needed to be re-done. Well, shit or get off the pot, I say and so I promptly tore the wall paper off the wall. It's just a matter of stripping the wallpaper and slapping on some paint, right? Wrong.

Later that evening, I stripped of the bottom layer of wallpaper, Tuesday night, I washed the walls and patched the small holes and blemishes, Wednesday night I sanded the patches and patched some other blemishes I didn't see the first time, Thursday night I sanded again. Friday was the big dance show.

Saturday, I finally went out on bought the paint. I chose a lovely shade of green from the Debbie Travis line of paint. I take it to the counter and ask them to color match it for me in the Canadian Tire brand. I'm not paying for Debbie Travis paint for a three year old's bathroom. Well, no can do. Apparently, she has her line trademarked (or whatever the term is) and it can't be color matched. Whatever, I'm not watching her show anymore. I get paint and I light fixture, both on sale, and I head out. Next I go to Zellers and get a new mirror for the bathroom, and because I have Sarahdipity, I got it for 25% off. I can finally head home.

Saturday evening Eric installs the light fixture. Oops, it would seem that small little light bulbs don't throw off enough light. The room is somewhat like a cave. The Mister did tell me before hand not to get a light fixture with those bulbs but I didn't listen. He muttered a few choice words as he walked down the hall after the installation was done. While I was at the dance show, he took it down and I got a new one at Kent later that evening. With regular size light bulbs.

Sunday, he installs the new fixture and I paint. That lovely shade of green I chose? Looks like crap. It was the most craptacular shade of crap green ever. Crap. End of painting. That night I found a can of paint in the basement that I liked better anyway. Somewhere along the way, I also decided that it would be a good idea to sand and re-stain the vanity a darker shade. So I haul off the doors and start on that project. Am I on crack?!?!?!

Finally last night, I got the new coat of paint on and I really like it. The new mirror is up and all I have left to do is finish sanding and then stain the vanity, which I will do tonight.

Last night after I was done painting and JJ was in bed I headed out the grocery store to pick up a few things. I noticed people were looking at me but I was having a good hair day yesterday. This one man seemed to be moving about the store in the same direction as me and he kept looking at me. He even smiled at me a few times. I'm thinking "Hmmm....must be a really good hair day." Whatever, I just go about my shopping and head home. After I got everything put away, I went into the washroom to take my contacts out because my eyes were itchy. I look in the mirror and I realize....that man was smiling at the big glob of green paint in my hair. Sophistimacated.

Lucky

I've had too much time to think again. This really has to stop. Today I got thinking about my friends. I'm pretty lucky to have such a great group of friends. They keep my secrets, encourage me, put up with my stunts, and even encourage my Princess behaviour. And those are only the highlights. I would be here all day if I listed everything. Love you all. Kisses.

Do you have people in your life that you just "clicked" with the instant you met? I'm lucky enough to have a couple of people like that. These are people that I became friends with almost the instant we met and the comfort level (for me anyway) was like I'd known them all my life. You know, they're are the people you get really excited to see, make you feel happy when you're with them, and then you're sad to see them go.

In one instance, we knew of each other, went to a gathering together, then 2 weeks later went to another gathering. In no time at the 2nd gathering, we were nicely warmed up by alcohol, sitting propped up against a fridge spilling our life stories to one another.

I had lunch with another one today. I'm not sure we even had a proper introduction in the beginning. Our friendship started with a passing comment and we just seem to be instant friends...stuck with me for life This person just seems to get me and always brings a smile to my face. I'm always happy to see them and then sad to leave.

Don't get me wrong, I love all of you but doesn't everyone have one or two people that just occupy a special place?

Hmmm...it would seem I'm a bit sentimental this afternoon. Now let's not starting guessing, naming people, or asking who I'm talking Just take it for what it is and leave it alone. There I'm not sentimental anymore.

On another note, I tried the new FD lemon-lime flavour this weekend. YUM! Taste just like lemonade.

Dance Extravaganza

I want to give fair warning that this post is going to full of shameless bragging and Momma Bear pride. So without further ado, can I just say that my daughter is an freaking SUPERSTAR!!!!!

Tonight was the second dance show. JJ was adorable last night...a Princess, if you will. But tonight...tonight she owned that stage! She rocked that stage. She is damn awesome. The lights came on and she flashed us a grin, gave us a wave and then shook what her Momma gave her.

She has loved going to dancing this year but she doesn't always listen to her teachers and follow their moves. She likes to improvise. So I was wondering, but not worry because she's only 3, how she would do in the show. I had no worries that she would perform on the stage. I just wondered what she would choose to perform. I'm very proud to say that she did the same dance as the group on both night. But tonight she did even better than last night.

Last night....sigh, I cried. I mean full on tears and that sore feeling in your throat from trying to hold it in. Two acts later, and I was still sniffling.

As the lights dimmed, Bonnie's voice came over the sound system, and the curtain rose, I got that old, familiar feeling in my stomach that I always got before going on stage. I didn't dance for that long and the show is only once a year. But I performed alot in other things. Shelley, you'll appreciate this....I even thought to myself "I have to pee." I think it was those feelings combined with seeing my baby on that big stage that made my cry harder than I anticipated.

I was never very good at dancing, think Elaine Benis, but I as I watched last night and tonight I missed it. I wonder if they offer remedial dance classes for ridiculously uncoordinated adults?

I guess that's dance for this year. I can't wait to do it all again next year. Just let me leave you with this - My kid is a rockstar.

Shrek

We went to see Shrek 3 this afternoon. It was pretty good and I was all set to post a photo of JJ all ready to go wearing her Shrek ears. However, the little bugger refused to let me take a picture. She is rather cranky today. Not sure why.
She loved Shrek and for whatever reason was very into the fight scenes. She kept telling me that Fiona is brave and would fight to save Shrek. Every time she says fight she punches in the air. I wasn't sure we were going to make it to the end. There is a part of the movie where Shrek dreams about his impending fatherhood and we see lots of ogre babies. After that scene, JJ turns to me and says "Okay, I've seen Shrek's babies. Let's go." She wanted to leave so she could go fishing with her new Shrek fishing rod. I told her she was only going fishing if she stayed until the end of the movie. LOL...I'm a mean Momma.
So after the movie, she and I hopped in the car and went down to the stream behind the fire station to go fishing. Believe me there were no fish going to be caught with the medallion on the end of her line. The water was running very fast so I didn't even take my camera down. I was more focused on keeping her out of the drink than getting photos.
She's just having a snack and then were heading to Nanny and Grampie's so she can plant seeds with them. We've basically packed a weekend of activities into one semi nice day.

Wise Words

"What's the point of wearing fancy panties if you can't show them off?" These are the wise words spoken by my uncle this afternoon at the reception following the baptism of my sweet little cousin. Of course this quote was spoken in reference to my lovely daughter, dressed up in a beautiful pink party dress, who was laying in the middle of the floor alternately eating cake and putting her feet over her head.
My family is soooo classy. My mom dropped her cake on the floor. I couldn't figure out which coffee was mine and just kept trying a bunch until I hit the right one (three tries later). My aunt, being the smart one said "Dear there is plenty of coffee just get yourself another one." Hmmmm...now that is some smart thinking. Too bad at 30 years old, someone had to point it out to me.
The classiness only continued after my daughter slid down a wooden ramp getting splinters in her butt. I told her to bend over so I could help her out with her situation. I then bent over her and um...brushed her off. My classy cousin shouts out "Hey Princess (insert real name here) you 2 look like a Cirque du Soleil act". She was wrong because a real Cirque act would have looked classy. We did not.
You know there was a time in my life that if I had said "I have splinters in my butt." on a Sunday morning/afternoon, that my cousins would have nodded and smiled knowing that it meant I had a really, really good time the night before. My how times of changed. Except one thing...we still as classy as evah! Oh and can I just say that my family, as a whole, produces the cutest damn kids ever!?!?

Eyes Shut - Part Deux

Well, it turns out I have my eyes closed even when I think they're wide open. Yesterday I tore this place apart looking for souvlaki seasoning (shhhh...don't tell JJ that is what is for supper). I knew I bought some from Jay but damn I couldn't find it anywhere.

I'm really bad for stashing things away, which is a sign that your "retail therapy" may be getting a tad out of control ;) I took all the Epicure jars out of the cupboard but couldn't find the souvlaki. So I ended up waist deep in my closet looking for this stuff, I cleaned out the car, and was even lost in the abyss that is the cave under my scrapbook table. I couldn't ask the mister to help me because, quite frankly, I don't want him looking in the places it might be. After all that looking I came up empty handed. There was no souvlaki spice to be found.

I was headed to Jay's place for a girls night so I took a container and bummed some spice from her. As usually, she graciously fixed me up. And as usual, she took good care of me and even gave me instructions on how to prepare it. Oh Jay, you'll be happy to know I put the meat on skewers and it will be BBQ'd.

Fast forward to this afternoon. I'm standing at the counter making the kabobs and all of a sudden I have a flashback to last night. No, it had nothing to do with Nic's undergarments (or lack of). I suddenly realized that the jar Jay has last night was small. Hot damn, I open the cupboard and there is the souvlaki spice. I had been looking for a large size jar but it was a small jar.

The worst part of all this? It was right at the front of the cupboard, in the center staring me in the face with a large size SOUVLAKI label.