Me time

Imagine. No children. A quiet room. Low lighting. Comfortable clothing. Hands behind your head. Warm gel on your breast because...... youre getting an ultra sound. Frankly, it was heavenly. 

Novice mashed potato bazingas.  I think that's the technical term. This isn't the first time I've had to get checked and I'm pretty sure it isn't the last. At least this time I put the robe on correctly. 

Good food

Let's talk food. I have been failthful to meatless Mondays for close to two months now. This isn't a life style choice or a healthy option, it is solely a fad. I think it's cool. This is also why I listen to CBC radio 2, The Drive. I channel cool this way. This is also why I'm wearing black converse shoes which I will admit, are put on using a long shoe horn because I can't be bothered to untie the laces and am too tired to bend over and put them on. It's a walking irony really. 

So Monday was fish tacos. It's our go-to. 

Get frozen tilapia. Squeeze lime on them, garlic powder, cumin and chili powder and let it sit for as long as it takes to clean a play room twice, sing along to a Tegan and Sarah and Lumineer, and referee three fights. Serve with mango salsa (mango, cucumber, red onion, cilantro, lime). 

Last night was lettuce wraps. Vermicelli noodles are horrible for toddlers. Elsie looked like she was being swallowed by an oceanic mop. Those sticky noodles stick like leeches. I used ground pork. Seasoned with teriyaki and oyster sauce. The wraps were romaine lettuce leaves. I used hoisin sauce to top the wrap off. 

Photos. Yummy!!

1982

1982. I love this book. I could relate. It's a memoir of jian ghomeshi. Basically how music, among other things shaped his life. 1982 was a coming of age type year for him. 

Music has also been a major part of my life. There are certain bands that change your life. Certain songs that become anthems for your existence. One group or album that changes mine was No Need to Argue. The cranberries. Their political agenda and awesome melodies immediately resonated with me. 

Mix tapes were a staple in my high school existence too. If make them, I would receive them. What girl didn't pour over the song choices on a mix from a boy? I tried to decipher how the person felt about me by the number of romantic songs. A guy would generally put little thought into that and just put songs on that he felt was cool and wanted another person to think was cool as well. Cool songs were anything from:

The Breeders

Pixies

Wilco

Sloan

Smashing Pumpkins

Beck

Sebadoh

Radio head

I wish I had kept my mix tapes. They are long gone. Plus, where would you play one anyway?

So back to the book. It is great. Read it.