Day 30 – January 30th

Creeping to the end of the first full month of celebrating.

January 30th is National Croissant Day & National Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day.

These are two pretty straightforward things to celebrate… or so I thought.

I fucking love croissants so I have been eagerly awaiting this day for a long time now.  I had school for the majority of the day so I was crawling out of my skin to get out of there to go get some croissants.

I originally envisioned getting an almond croissant from Platform 7, on the corner of Vine & Broadway. I had one before and it was easily one of the best things I have ever eaten. But I was told by a friend of a croissant connoisseur that Beaucoup Bakery on Fir Street makes THE best croissants. I figured I would give it a whirl seeing as how it would be a new experience and it isn’t far from my school.

CLOSED MONDAYS.
FUCK SAKES.

So I head back home, leash up Duncan and go back to Plan A, which is now Plan B I suppose- Platform 7. I tie up little Duncan outside and go in to nab me a croissant or two.

SOLD OUT.
FUCK OFF.

The barista was apologetic but also enchanted by the fact that I knew it was National Croissant Day and had come specifically to get a croissant for such reason. I should get business cards printed.

I untied Duncan and decided to head down Broadway towards Point Grey area. There are lots of bakeries and cafes that way. There is a cafe that looks like a cozy cottage I’ve been meaning to check out. Benny’s…Bagels. No croissants.

NONE AT ALL.
ROTTED.

A little further down Broadway there is a French patisserie with some sort of swanky man name. We headed for it. Thomas Haas. Reeeal swanky man name.

CLOSED MONDAYS.

I don’t know how much more I can take. I think – there’s a Terra Breads and a Cobb’s Breads right by my apartment. I devise a plan to head back and if they don’t have any I’ll buy some Pilsbury doughboy crescent rolls at the grocery store and give up.

Terra Breads didn’t appear to have any from what I could see through the window and there was no where nearby to tie up Duncan (except where he could run into traffic -he likes chasing cars) to go in to investigate the matter further.

So I trudged on to Cobb’s Bread

CROISSANTS!

I could see them from the street. I tied Duncan to a tree and went in. They were sold out of plain ones but they still had spinach & feta ones as well as chocolate. I got one of each – dinner and dessert.

I was really hungry at this stage and deliberating eating something more ‘sensible’ first. But after a brief photo shoot became ravenous and there was no time for ‘sensible’. I ate them back to back. They were mediocre at best.

Once the hunger beast was satiated, I was able to focus on the next item on the celebratory check list – bubble wrap. I had hoarded some pieces of bubble wrap in a kitchen drawer in preparation of this day.

I popped a few individually and did a few twists -popping several at once. Duncan wanted to help. Such a dear.

 

And just like that *pop* pop*, the day was all celebrated up.

Oh and I also made a new Instagram friend who makes pins of all the daily holidays !! I was over the moon about this and ordered a few for February

They can be purchased here : http://www.buttonspinzandthingz.com/

So awesome. There are some discrepancies of the days but I really like that Paul Bunyan Day is my birthday and not Plum Pudding Day as my original source declared.

I can’t wait to get them and to order more as the month progresses!

Tomorrow : National Inspire you Heart With Art Day & National Backwards Day!

 

Day 29 – January 29th

Wow. The month is winding down. I have been celebrating for 29 days straight. Who knew I would find such a rhythm in random celebrations?

The 29th is National Puzzle Day and National Corn Chip Day.

This day was sort of weird. I awoke with a (not-entirely) inexplicable sense of dread. It was grey out but not raining. I just couldn’t make myself take Duncan for a proper walk, or go to the gym. I really just moped around, doing nothing, accomplishing nothing. I was trying to rally myself to get it together, get some school work done, get a walk in, do some laundry, the like, but just completely and utterly failing at it. Even Duncan was sensing it.

Then I got an email that I feel on some psychic level I was anticipating – one of my clients died. For those of you, dear readers, who haven’t ever had to receive the news of someone you care about dying, let me explain how it feels. Physically, it is exactly how vampires that get killed by Sarah Michelle Gellar’s Buffy die.
It’s a blunt stabbing pain in the heart, followed immediately by a puff-like falling apart sensation.
A visual in montage form can be seen here if you weren’t a Buffy fan

After the poof/falling to pieces part, on this particular death notice, I took a deep breath and said aloud, “…better get to that puzzle for National Puzzle Day

And with that I did. I had arranged for my friend Kathleen to come over later in the day to film a time lapse video for me but I couldn’t wait. I had to get straight to work ‘celebrating’ to keep my sanity. With the help of a stack of books and some magic healing gem stones (rose quartz & citrine, fyi), I MacGyver’d a stand for my lousy iPhone 5 to have an aerial view of my puzzle making table.

The puzzle was one of Diablocertops. I had ignorantly thought they were triceratops upon purchasing – an homage to Sarah, her favourite dinosaur. Fucked that one up, huh?

So here I am Getting shit done

And this is the completed project

It was hard because
a) I was emotionally fucked up
b) I didn’t look at the box often enough for fear of ‘ruining’ the aesthetic of my (shitty iPhone 5) stop motion video …  so dumb

It was great to have something constructive to do in a moment like that. The blog is proving to be a marvellous coping tool in times of duress. Maybe I will be able to weasel my way into using this blog as my final project for art therapy school somehow.

The metaphor within piecing together a puzzle was mighty as well. You really just have to take it one piece at a time. There are no shortcuts. It is a jumbled up mess you have to sort out using a simple method- starting with the edges, and perseverance… and the box for guidance.

So National Corn Chip Day was next on the agenda.

I wasn’t anticipating this one to be a chore to celebrate, considering nachos are my favourite food and the corn chip an integral part of that dish. The bad news dampened my enthusiasm.

But I had a beer. I went and bought some chips. I put em in a bowl. I made some guacamole. I staged a photo shoot while I still had lighting.

I got it done.  I ate some guac. I persevered.

Photos to prove it.

Day 28 – January 28th

National Blueberry Pancake Day!

And National Data Security Day!

And Have Fun At Work Day!

Pancakes. Where do I start with my memories of pancakes. I’m pretty certain it is the first food I learned to make on my own. At the early age of 9-ish, I decided hotter is better when cooking and always used “max” setting. This meant that I always achieved a nice char on my pancakes… and everything else I cooked. I still have ‘heat’ issues today.  Hotter = Faster and so, well, things get burnt.

I remember one night making chocolate chip pancakes for my sisters for supper. It was the first time our parents had left us alone with no baby sitter- they had a night course or meeting or something. That night, in the midst of cremating a bunch of pancakes, I felt some drops of water on my head. I looked up and there was water dripping from the ceiling. More than dripping, basically streaming. So, because Sarah was ‘in charge’ I went and got her, thereby making it her problem. She reacted by getting the. smallest. pot. in. the. world. out of the cabinet. I mean, this pot might have been able to hold one egg, tops, and put it under the drip/pour.

Claire, my younger sister, and I laughed our heads off because she clearly needed a much larger pot considering the amount of water flowing out. Just as she was saying, “Shut up guys, what’s so funny” there was a large cracking sound and the whole ceiling gave away.

The kitchen was flooding. Claire and I  were all shrieking and laughing, mostly scared, partially amused. Sarah was upset- pretty concerned her role of overlord would be revoked (it was). We ran through the house – water was sprinkling out of every nail hole in all the walls and out through moldings.

Our neighbours dad came over and ran around the house, the water was about shin deep at this stage. I remember the stairs to the basement, which was off of the kitchen, looked like a water fall, and he had to use the railing to propel himself over the entire staircase.

And then I don’t really remember much else about that night. I know mom and dad were pissed – classic misdirection of their own guilt for leaving us unsupervised (I’m pretty much a therapist now so, I get it). I also remember the explanation. On the third floor of the house there had been a bathroom but it got renovated out. Some pipe that lead to a bathtub hadn’t been shut off properly and so water had been leaking from this and building up in the walls and between floors for potentially years. Finally it just busted its way out at the most inconvenient time. The second floor bathroom was flooded too… water everywhere. It was crazy.

Pretty much anytime I make pancakes, which is more or less never these days, I think of that night. I suppose it was traumatic in a lot of ways.

So here I was on this particular National Blueberry Pancake Day, recalling the time our house was gushing full of water, and Sarah putting a pot the size of a tea cup out to stop it. Classic Sarah.

In my youth I just used packaged pancake mix- the kind you just add water to. But in my adulthood, I’m above that nonsense. I figured pancake mix is comprised of flour, (almond) milk, eggs, baking powder, salt, sugar?

And I was more or less right. I added some cooking lavender my friend Carleigh gifted me, a few drops of essential lavender oil, and blueberries it was all systems go.

I (low) heated the pan with coconut oil and flipped away.

They were really great. I was very pleased with myself for
a) deciding to use lavender like a fancy foodie type
b) not burning the shit out of them (I have photos to prove it!)

Duncan thought they were delicious!

Then, to sort of celebrate National Data Security Day, I watched Snowden

Man that guy from Third Rock from The Sun can act.

Well, I suppose. He spoke and behaved like a completely different person (presumably Edward Snowden). I know he has a three name name and that shit drives me crazy. But yeah, I usually think I could be an actor until I see this kind of stuff – when someone can do an entire voice and way of speaking and mannerisms, etc. Way to guy, buddy. Great in Third Rock too.

Whats-her-face Shaighann something or other was in it too. I’m not fussy. Although I hear she’s going great things with regards to Standing Rock protests.  I’ll tip my hat.

So through this movie I learned that I have been justifiably covering my web cam with a post it for the past few years! Other than that I was not surprised whatsoever with the insider information revealed and thought all this was common knowledge. Too bad he had to throw it all away to get the word out and literally nothing has changed.

Then to wind it all down with National Have Fun At Work Day, I drank a beer while typing out this blog posting ! This is kind of my job these days. Yahoo?

 

 

Day 27 – January 27th

Another day, another chance to eat some junk food in the name of blog content.

National Chocolate Cake Day & National Big Wig Day pair just beautifully together, if I do say so myself.

Christina and I have a collection of wigs that we bust out from time to time. For example this time, when I met BADDIE WINKLE OMG STILL CAN’T BELIEVE IT AMAZING OMG I’M STILL LITERALLY DEAD OMG

The wigs were last used a couple weeks ago and were left behind at our friend Kelly’s house. As inconvenient as this should have been, it worked out great because today was Kelly’s birthday! So I was able to bring her a mini chocolate birthday cake when I went over to nab them,  all under the guise of being a really nice person.. I can’t believe they fell for it…

I don’t have a mixer and all the baking projects for this blog have taken way too much physical exertion without one so I opted for a store bought cake. Sue me.

They were photogenic AND delicious. Get you a cake who can do both.

 

As you may have noticed from all the photos, there were indeed two cakes.

I ate mine at home alone with an assortment of wigs on

And, well, that’s pretty much the extent of it

Join me tomorrow for National Data Privacy Day ( I may actually put a password on my phone!! And change all my passwords from MarkLeah1 to something like MHjjj1*7sjic1hdfi1NklSDf1) (… but probably not ), Blueberry Pancake Day, Have Fun at Work Day, Kazoo Day and Seed Swap Day!

Odds are blueberry pancakes are the only things on the horizon, but who knows?

 

 

 

 

Day 26 – January 26th

National Green Juice Day & National Spouses Day!!

Thursdays I spend the day at a nearby elementary school pretending to be an art therapist. I have some really great kids and I enjoy my time with them enormously.

I thought it best to start my busy day by ‘getting my juices flowing’ as they say with a green juice. I walked around the corner to Glory Juice Company where they offer several cold pressed juices and nut mylks. They also sell avocado on toast for around $40.

I chose their “#2” juice because it marginally edged out the “#3” in green food content- staying on track today. It contained apple, celery, cucumber, lemon & kale.

I do like my green juices – or any fresh pressed juice for that matter. I even have a fancy Breville juicer back in NL. The cost of ingredients adds up quickly when juicing for yourself. However at $12.99 for a moderate sized bottle,  I don’t know for sure how to win, financially, at this wicked juicing game.

I brought it home and had a few gulps before heading to my practicum.

En route, my husband James sent me an address and told me there was something he needed me to ‘pick up’. I couldn’t wait to get out of the school to go see what it was.

The address brought me to Celsia Floral- a stunning florist shop near my house.

He had ordered a special bouquet -that came with chocolates (!!!)  for me for National Spouses Day. How sweet is that ?

I don’t own a vase so they got divvied up amongst mason jars and scattered throughout the apartment. It looks gorgeous in here – like someone’s hipster yoga wedding Pinterest board  threw up !

So even though everything this day was great great great there was one other thing that happened that took the proverbial cake!

Christina texted me, now that she was back in a service area and no longer back woods heli-skiing through avalanche prone mountains, to tell me that…

HER BOYFRIEND DANIEL PROPOSED ! ON TOP OF ONE OF THE MOUNTAINS! AND SHE SAID YES!

They had a lay over for 4 hours in Vancouver and wanted to have a quick celebratory dinner! We were both doubly excited when we realized that this was National Spouses Day (… mind you, not nearly as excited as Ian and I were today to find out he is going to get his cancer ridden stomach removed on National Rare Disease Day- Feb 28th… *sigh* it’s the simple things).

So we met up with Kathleen, her sisters and her partner at a fancy Lebanese restaurant in the neighbourhood and had a ginormous excessive feast with lots of bubbly. These dietary choices undid all the hard work that the $13 green juice had put in earlier that day but it was worth it.

Oh, and there were sparklers. Doesn’t get much more celebratory than that!

SO much love for these two it’s absolutely ridiculous.

 

 

 

 

Day 25 – January 25th

National Irish Coffee & Opposite Day!

Wednesdays are long days for me. I have school all day and then I have a practicum placement in the evening. Christina was off in the wilderness snowboarding so Duncan would have had to spent the majority of the day alone. However Kathleen volunteered to take him for a walk and check out the nude beach! He was in his glee! So with that stress of my shoulders I was able to commit to celebrating around my school obligations.

I gotta be honest. I was looking into how to make vegan Baileys and it seemed like a lot of work… especially considering I still would hate having an Irish coffee even if it was dairy free. So I opted to merge the two celebrations this day and decided to have the Opposite of Irish Coffee!

What a great out!

So instead of drinking a boozy, milky, sugary, energizing Irish coffee I had a soothing, healthy, animal puss free, calming Chinese tea.

Best idea yet.

This particular tea was a present from Elliot. I love green teas.

I used my Wonder Woman mug and really cherished the serenity the moment offered.

Tomorrow : National Green Juice and Spouses Day !

Day 24 – January 24th

Tuesday January 24th marked National Beer Can, National Peanut Butter  & National Compliment Day.

I like alllll those things so I was looking forward to this day very much.

I didn’t have a chance to post until today (the 27th) because this particular day was just too much fun to pause and blog about it. Just had to keep the peanut butter party rolling!

It started with Duncan and I sharing some Peanut butter. This is standard practice in our household – we both go crazy for  the stuff. Duncan is probably the most fanatical, but it’s a close race.

 

Then it was time to get drinking, nice and early, to really take in the beauty of beer cans while there was still good lighting

So we went to meet up with Kathleen and her visiting sister Deirdre.

We went to Darby’s- a local liquor store that takes beer selection seriously and allows dogs! They even had treats.

We bought an assortment of random local and international beers and went home to indulge.

This beer is brewed by a guy we know! Dave! Hi Dave! Way to go! Your beer is delicious!

(see how I slipped in National Compliment Day, right there at the end like that? sneaky sneaky)

This beer was really good too and ginormous

Fin.

Day 23 – January 23rd

The day started with a simple Google Map search using the key word “Pie” (being National Pie Day and all)

Its results lead me down my very street- a 26 minute walk- to Aphrodite’s Cafe. They did not disappoint

I gladly let them help me with the pies.

They had all kinds – strawberry rhubarb, pecan, blueberry, mushroom, quiche, regular banana cream, cherry…

The barista brought out two slabs- one pumpkin one chocolate banana cream, and some black coffees.

I was with Duncan and Kathleen and we were able to sit outside on this lovely January day (not a thing that is possible back in St. John’s)

Duncan tried very hard to use The Force to get some pie into his smooshed face.

“I’m one with The Force. The Force is with me. I’m one with The Force. The Force is with me.”

The pies were tremendous. Well, the pumpkin one was a little mushy and borderline savoury. It could have used some whipped cream or ice cream or something of that nature. The chocolate banana cream pie was divine. Fresh bananas, real chocolate, rich yet fluffy mousse… perfection. They came garnished with some hearts made out of cinnamon. Delightful.

We polished off the two slices & coffees and then headed home where I wasted the rest of the afternoon creeping people I don’t know whatsoever on Facebook ( yes, I have it back at the present moment). A great time was had by all.

Join me tomorrow for the day I have been looking forward to the most NATIONAL BEER CAN APPRECIATION DAY!!!

 

Day 22 – January 22nd

All this celebrating has been hard to keep up with lately…. too much of a good thing?

January 22nd was National Blonde Brownie Day.

It’s basically a white, chocolate-less, unimpressive brownie.  It’s pretty much like replacing Obama with Trump in so many ways. I really don’t grasp it as something you would want to do to a country let alone a brownie.

Alas I made them anyway.

It involved:

  • 3/4 cup of butter
  • 1 1/2 cup of brown sugar
  • 2 tablespoons of vanilla
  • 1 tablespoon of baking powder
  • 2 1/2 cups of flour
  • 1/2 teaspoon of salt
  • white chocolate chips

Bake for about 30 minutes at 350.

I wouldn’t say they were as tasteless as Donald, but they certainly weren’t as rich. Sad.

 

Making these mediocre dessert bars, watching Team Foxcatcher and then Foxcatcher (fucking rich old white men are fucking insane not eccentric – Robert Durst, Donald, etc, can we just learn this soon, please??) while it rained buckets outside  was pretty much all I did this particular day.

If a blogger bakes white power brownies alone in her house with her deaf dog, is it really a celebration?

Thought to ponder

Tomorrow – National Pie Day! National Handwriting Day!

Yippee Skippee

 

 

Day 21 – January 21st

Today was the ‘Women’s March on Washington’. We partook in Vancouver

Duncan was very enthusiastic about lending his voice to the movement

He was wildly popular and made many friends

 

His favourite part was when we all stopped to give the Trump building the middle finger

When we were done dismantling the patriarchy, we went home to make granola bars for National Granola Bar Day

This was achieved through the union of

  • a bunch of oats
  • a bunch of dates (blended)
  • a bunch of maple syrup
  • a bunch of peanut butter
  • a bunch of hemp hearts
  • a few chocolate chips
  • a few cashews

in a warm sauce pan.

This gets the peanut butter to work with you. Then mush it down into a pan and let cool. When ready, cut into bar-like-shapes.

It was also Squirrel Appreciation Day & National Hugging Day.

While there were no squirrels to be found, Duncan gave hugs to pretty much anyone who would lower themselves to his level.

We both gave really heart felt hugs to Christina and Daniel when we dropped them at the airport later that night. I hate hugging, btw, but I did it for the cause. It wasn’t so bad but I’ll stick to Duncan cuddles.

Tomorrow is National Blonde Brownie Day !