Day 14 – January 14th

Happy National Dress Up Your Pet Day & National Vision Board Day (& National Hot Pastrami Sandwich Day) !

It was a crisp, sunny day here in Vancouver city. Duncan and I had a run through Kits beach and the most part of the seawall. A lot of energy was burned indeed.

I brought him home, tuckered out. He usually howls when I leave, but he just stayed put on the couch with his eyes barely open and a, “you don’t need me to come with you, do you ?” look on his face.

I darted out to the nearest dollar store  to get some Bristol board for vision boards! … and glue sticks and markers and stickers.

Duncan had mentioned he wanted to go with something subtle, yet elegant for Dress Up Your Pet Day, so I picked him up this classic glitter cowboy hat. Just his size.

He enjoyed every minute of the photo shoot

Truly

 

Then Christina came home and we got to work envisioning our future. We had limited collage material. This is a regret.  I should have done a better job hunting and gathering supplies. I felt my visions of the future were limited to alternative health flyers and the stickers that Kathleen had gifted me.

We set the scene according to a how-to-vision-board blog post found on Pinterest. It told us to

  • clear off table space
  • gather all crafting and collage supplies
  • arrange your healing crystals around your work station (obvi)
  • light candles
  • sing to your angels

We followed all these steps and added some more! We included:

  • drink a couple bottles of wine
  • order some vegan pizzas in retaliation of National Hot Pastrami Sandwich Day
  • take a few clamazipans, for good measure
  • put on some trance music to incite visions

I’ll reiterate here that I felt limited by the collage supplies and add fuzzy from the wine-clamazipan medley.

But I think I can buy into the laws of attraction – if you envision something you will receive it – plan for your dreams concept. However I just really can’t get behind looking at a sheet of Bristol board with stamps and stickers and magazines modge podged  on it everyday to achieve my wishes.

Chrissy was a real wiz at it

Her board was well organized and strategized. Much like her life. Probably why she’s highly successful in her chosen field of geology, despite her complete lack of knowledge on magic gemstones and healing crystals.

Mine was considerably less organized and much more dog focused.

Another day, another thing I never did before !

Hopefully my future does entail more dogs and bags of money !!!

Up next is National Hat Day and National Strawberry Ice Cream Day!

 

 

 

 

 

Day 13 – January “Friday The” 13th

So January 13th was National Sticker Day, National Rubber Ducky Day, National Blame Someone Else Day, & National Peach Melba Day.

I was gifted an assortment of stickers for this particular day by a blog-supporting friend. I decided to put some letter ones on Duncan, spelling ‘Duncan’ and it was gonna be great. However as soon as the camera came out, he had a hearty face scratch and they flew off everywhere.

So plan B was to celebrate a little pride. I put some rainbow flag stickers on him. We started small

Then went for broke

Thanks Duncan. Everyday is a celebration when you’re around.

Then Duncan and I had a nice peruse around the neighbourhood taking in our favourite street art stickers

We both thought this was in keeping with blog content! Also in the background is a Elysium Coffee Shop. This sticker was definitely telling me something – get an almond cashew milk latte, it whispered, you’ll regret it and totally be out of synch with my philosophy.

We got a latte.

Then we saw this one

This one had a lot less meaning for us. Sometimes life is like that.

Then we had a strut around 4th avenue looking for peaches and rubber duckies.

We turned up empty pawed and empty handed, respectively.

I blame Obamacare for this, and in turn, more specifically, Obama himself. That took care of National Blame Someone Else Day.

Thanks Obama.

I didn’t let him stop me completely though.

Peach Melba is a grilled peach with vanilla ice cream and a raspberry coulis. En lieu of the dessert due to lack of peach sources (WHO INVENTED ALL THESE FRUIT HOLIDAYS IN THE DEAD OF WINTERS????????) (…probably Obama *eye roll*), I made a cocktail that I will graciously share with the internet.

You will need

  • 2 oz peach juice
  • 1/2 oz raspberry coulis
  • 3 oz sparkling wine
  • raspberries

To make the ‘coulis’ I boiled about a cup of water, 1/3 cup of sugar, and a thing of raspberries until it was a pot of mush. Then I  poured it through a strainer to get the ‘juice’ and discarded the rest.

Added the coulis, then the juice then the sparkling wine to some champagne ‘flutes’ and a raspberry as garnish and voila – National Peach Melba Day in a glass!

 

Side Post:  I want to boost this initiative sparked by Ashley Roche back home in Newfoundland in memory of Justin Tobin, the angler fish I mentioned on Wednesday

#randomactsofjustin

“Do something kind for a stranger, tag a friend to do the same and think about our boy Justin. 💛 

Document your act, it’ll make Justin and those who loved him smile.

My heart is a little bit bigger after Monday night, I now have a piece of Justin implanted in there.

When Justin was a little boy his mom told him to go make friends and he said he took that advice for the rest of his life. No matter where I went with Justin we would always run into a few people he’d stop and catch up with. If you were ever one of those people I can tell you that he sincerely wanted to know how you were doing. Those chats he would have in passing weren’t to be polite, he really cared about everyone.

He had more friends than anyone I’ve ever met, they were all so important to him. He would do anything for his friends. And I really mean anything. His smile was infectious and his laugh was booming. His kindness knew no end. Not just for his family or his friends, he was kind to everyone.

Since his passing so many people have reached out to me, telling me that if there’s anything they can do to help they’d be happy to. And there is. I’d like you to do a random act of kindness in Justin’s honour. Whether it’s pay for a strangers cup of coffee, shovel a neighbour’s driveway, help someone out in whatever way you can. Because that’s what Justin did. Every day. Even in his last months he was still insisting we bring his leftovers to panhandlers. Justin did so much for so many people, so lets do some random acts of kindness in his memory.

I called him red, he called me brun. The impact he had on my life is immeasurable. Even as I write this, I want to call him to get his thoughts. Missing him hurts, and I wish I could hear him say “and that’s what’s up!” as he does that finger snap thing. But I know he’d be so stoked to know we all did something kind with him in our hearts. ” – A.R

I did a few special things yesterday and held him (and Ashley) in my thoughts. Encourage everyone to partake!

Join us tomorrow for National Vision Board Day, National Dress up Your Pet Day, National Hot Pastrami Sandwich day! Guess which one isn’t happening for all the money in the world!

 

 

Day 12 – January 12th

So according The National Day calendar it is National Curried Chicken Day, National Marzipan Day and Pharmacist Day 

However I have since honed in a bit on a tribe of ‘holiday celebrators’ via Instagram and according to them it is National Kiss a Ginger Day & National Hot Tea Day

Now I am much more enthusiastic about these options- no senseless murder of animals, no figuring out what the fuck marzipan is and best of all, no bothering the strangers working at the drugstore trying to find a way to ‘celebrate’ them.

Is this cheating?

Who can say.

Sometimes the road less travelled is less travelled for a reason (Jerry Seinfeld)

So I chose the path most travelled.

Tea it is.

Tea of choice for me on this particular National Hot Tea Day was Chrysanthemum tea.

This particular tea was brought to me aaaaaaallllll the way from China by my bestest buddy Elliot. He is not one for gifts because he is an asshole, so this tea is especially meaningful.

I first got in to this type of tea though a while back, knowing it could help calm ones nerves. It actually has a boat load of healing properties – helping with digestion, respiratory tract, illnesses, its high in vitamins and minerals. Marvellous. It is really just a dried up flower. I’m not even sure if it counts as a tea the more I contemplate it. I’m going down a slippery slope here…

Anyway, I had a lovely cup after my practicum today. It was the perfect way to unwind. I totally zenned out in one cup, probably mostly thanks to the magical crystals I had laid about … and the river woodland sounds I have on repeat.

…it was definitely the power of the magic crystals though… I have a geologist room mate and she’s an expert on the matter….

 

I found out about Kiss a Ginger Day through my friend Kathleen (you may recall her gagging down an oyster earlier this week). She offered her services for a kiss in the name of the project however I found an alternative just lying around the apartment:

Today was great!

Positivity ! Look at me !!

 

 

 

Day 11 – January 11th

I’m still not over eating an oyster yesterday. But alas, no time to dwell for today is National Milk Day! National Splash in a puddle with a Friend Day! and National Unicorn Appreciation Day!

Milk is gross so I made a vegan alternative using Cashews and Hemp

How I made my Homemade Cashew & Hemp Milk:

  • 1 cup of cashews
  • 1/2 cup of hemp hearts
  • 6 dates
  • 1 litre of filtered water
  • pinch of sea salt
  • splash of pure vanilla extract

Soak all the above overnight then blend

I have a Vitamix blender in my life now so it blended perfectly creamy smooth. In the past, I would strain the milk after blending to remove the ‘grit’. Vitimix obliterated it.

After having some delicious (cashew) milk & cookies, Duncan and I went on the hunt for a puddle to splash in.

He wasn’t too fussy on the proposition and he may not have partaken but he was nearby for emotional support

So for me, everyday is Unicorn Appreciation day – I have two of them ‘hugging’  tattooed on my arm forever ever… well I guess all tattoos are temporary aren’t they

DAY 10 – JANUARY 10th !!!

Why hello again

Welcome to Day 10 of my 365 Day Celebratory Journey

According the National Day Calendar it was National Bittersweet Chocolate Day, National Cut Your Energy Losses Day, National Oysters Rockefeller Day & National Save the Eagles Day.

On the 9th of January the world lost another gem of a human to cancer. I met Justin Tobin only once but our encounter was so impactful, I am not quick to forget it. His enthusiasm and positivity in the face of a terminal diagnosis was absolutely mind-blowing. He was a person who actually glowed. He was 28 when he was diagnosed and lived to be 31.  A year less than my sister.  He reminded me of this little hopeful angler fish.

I wanted to hold Justin’s family in my heart today as I tried to mirror his sense of fun and  go- get ’em not matter what attitude.

So I started my day by opening all the dark chocolate bars I got for Christmas and posing them amidst some bittersweet chocolate chips and pure cocoa powder for a wee photo shoot. What a time.

It was all well and good till I got cocoa powder in my camera lens, but I digress

I snacked on chocolate all morning. Chocolate is my favourite. I am a true chocolate person. I don’t like desserts that aren’t chocolate. I’m committed to chocolate loving. And so celebrating this wasn’t bittersweet in the least 😉

I then spent the rest of the day dreading the evening reservation at Rodney’s Oyster House in Gastown. This is because oysters are fucking putrid but I decided I would eat one today.

I have always been fascinated by oysters and the fact that people would eat them. They look disgusting. I figured there had to be more to it. As a vegetarian, I don’t eat seafood but, because of the concept of the blog, decided to go for it nevertheless.

A gaggle (that means about 8 right?) of supportive women came to bear witness to the ordeal. They all love oysters. I just…like…can’t wrap my head around it. My friend Kathleen, a fellow vegetarian, came as well and ate one with me too. Here we are having a horrid time:  Down the hatch

It was exactly as I imagined it. Fucking gross as fuck. Like, I can’t even. A truly rubbery, slimy, chewy, grizzly, ugly, revolting food. Thank god for wine.

I’m so glad that was over. I’ve decided it’s not really a ‘celebration’ if you are full of horror for an entire day in anticipation of the holiday at hand. Rockefeller Oyster day definitely caused me to readjust my concept. I really want to be happy. I am trying to choose happiness instead of the gloom that I find myself in… or perhaps am choosing to put myself in.  Eating an oyster did not make me happy. Not. What. So. Ever. I love trying new things, as much as the next person. Perhaps even more! But I am going to learn to draw the line with this project from here on out.

It was also National Cut your Energy Loss Day

So here I am slaving away on my blog by candle light with the heat shut off.. still eating dark chocolate.

As for National Save the Eagles Day, I tried to find a local/nearby Eagle conservatory to donate a few bucks too but all the websites seemed very sketchy. So instead I put on ‘Hotel California‘ and called it a day.

Thanks for reading.

Day 9 – January 9th

I was up super early today thanks to jet lag from the four and half hour time zone difference I am adjusting to. I took some pictures of the terrible state of affairs that my desk was in because it is National Clean Off Your Desk Day.

I am presently sitting at my freshly cleaned table that is used as a desk with Duncan on my lap, sipping my Apricot cocktail and listening to soothing forest sounds  ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdIJ2x3nxzQ ) trying to unwind from the stressful day that I had.

It was my first day back at school. I had missed the first session back due to flight drama so here I was, a day ‘behind’ in Art Therapy class. I struggle with the group art therapy sessions that we have to do because I really don’t feel comfortable with the other people in the program. Quite frankly, the others all seem to have very basic, non tomultuous lives that are intangible to mine. But today, I was prompted by my instructor and I ended up disclosing Sarah’s death for the first time to these people. And it went exactly as I had anticipated; no one could knew what to do or say, so no one made eye contact and spoke to me thereafter.

Immediately after that, my husband calls saying our crazy tenant is moving out because she is convinced the house is going to get broken into again despite the elaborate alarm system that has been installed. Her dog sets it off regularly and she is convinced this is never the case, but rather the same guy who originally broke in, back to get her laptop. Right.

This is very stressful financially because Vancouver is outrageous to rent in. It’s not like the blog money is rolling in. Without the rental income we are completely screwed. James was livid but had to end the phone call abruptly because he had just arrived at the hospital and was about to get an update about Melvin’s condition.

So I spent the whole afternoon class going out of my skin about what the news could be about his treatment options and about our financial ruination…

HAPPY NATIONAL STATIC ELECTRICITY DAY, NATIONAL CLEAN OFF YOUR DESK DAY & NATIONAL APRICOT DAY!

I came home and called two of my best fellow landlord friends. I put them on speaker phone while I methodically cleaned off the desk. They assured me tenants always do this, two months notice is plenty of time to get a new tenant, they are willing to help with photos and showings, etc etc. With each favour and piece of sage wisdom they offered, a piece of desk debris was put away somewhere it belonged. As the ideas of how to solve the problem poured in, the accumulated layer of dust and glitter was wiped away. The metaphor was strong in this one.

I decided, based on sound advice, to take a load off of James plate by contacting the tenant myself. I wanted to let her know what James is going through and to ask her to deal with me from here on out regarding the matter. That went relatively well. She’s still quite crazy and still moving out but I am honestly glad to be rid of her because she was a nuisance.

After this I went to Whole Foods on an Apricot hunt. They are not in season nor genetically modified to be around despite that. So I managed to find Apricot juice by Ceres.

 

 

I came home, mowed down on the macaroni and cheese I picked up as well, and then whipped up this elaborate National Apricot Day Cocktail:

  • 1ish oz vodka
  • 2 oz apricot juice
  • top with Perrier
  • frozen mixed berries

 

Could I have added a sprig of rosemary or some elderflower extract? Probably.  Maybe lemon or used brandy instead? Sure could’ve. Shaken it? Garnished it? Rimmed it? You bethca.

At this stage in the day, however, I just really needed a drink and National Apricot Day offered me that opportunity. So thank you, National Apricot Day! I’m on my second one now and feeling no pain!

It’s really hard to celebrate when things are so god damn awful but vodka totally helps. As for National Static Electricity Day, it can go fuck itself, I’m going night riding at Cypress!

(photo by Meg Robichaud)

 

 

Day 8 – January 8th

Well today was a whole lot of things!

I started the day by bringing little Duncan for a trot around Kits Beach so he could learn the lay of the land. We met our first other white French Bulldog…bonus, her tongue permanently hangs out. Totes adorbs.

So being National English Toffee day  I decide to have a go at making it myself.

It was my understanding toffee is just butter and sugar boiled to holy hell then cooled and boy was I on point with that assumption.

All you need to make this legendary treat is

  • 1 cup butter
  • 1/3 cup brown sugar
  • 1 cup white sugar
  • 2 tablespoons of water
  • 1/2 teaspoon of baking soda
  • chocolate
  • almond slivers
  • CANDY THERMOMETER

I just typed out those ingredients from pure memory because I know it by heart now having had to do it twice… and not getting it right either time.

You really need a candy thermometer. Do not think you are ‘above’ a candy thermometer. Eyeballing and timing are not going to fly here. Buy a candy thermometer. Trust me.

You boil the first four ingredients until 300F … or if you are me for 15 minutes because somewhere on the internet that was stated. This could be too long, depending on your stove, pot, stirring skills, etc etc.

It was too long.

Burnt English Toffee Round 1

I attempted again, this time having watched a few youtube videos showing what it should look like when its ready to come off the heat and set. A couple videos revealed the ice-cube-water-glass trick: you put a droplet of the mixture in ice water and if it hardens immediately then it’s ready to come off the heat.  The other advice was to have a jar of Jif peanut butter handy and once it’s the same colour it’s ready to go.

The latter was completely useless guide seeing as how it is almost immediately that colour.

The former…well, didn’t pan out either. That’s a pun, by the way. Because you pour it in a pan.

So once the ice-cube-water-glass trick deemed my toffee ready, I stirred in the baking soda and put it on the pan with the already dispersed almonds.

I put it in the fridge to cool a little then added chocolate chips to the top to melt. Once melted, I spread the chocolate over the top.

The toffee came out a little soft. Not the hard as rock, stick in your teeth, cavity forming texture we all know and love.

However it still tasted great and everyone ate it all up at National Sunday Supper Day celebrations!

Distant cousin-in-law Carmel & her husband Bill slaved away on supper ….

…while everyone else sat around having a laugh

Bill made me vegetarian vegetables but I brought my own Vegan Meatloaf

Recipe can be found here : http://www.connoisseurusveg.com/almost-classic-chickpea-vegan-meatloaf

I didn’t have a food processor so I used a Vitamin blender so it was a bloody mess and not quite a ‘loaf’ but it tasted really good… sensing a pattern here ….

It was a marvelous time and everyone was SO supportive of my blog which felt great. Duncan was also very popular.

Prior to heading the Ian & Kelly’s (& Carmel & Bill’s) I had to have my obligatory Bubble bath for National Bubble Bath Day.

Not going to lie, it too was a bit of a disaster because our apartment buildings hot water tank must be smaller than Donald Trump’s hands. I just let it fill up, water turned all the way on hot (which is usually warm enough). When I immersed myself in it was tepid to say the least

I hope there are no uber talented photoshop wizards out there than can extract a nude from that overflow drain thing

I followed my bath by celebrating National Winter Skin Relief Day  by slathering on some of Lush’s hand and body lotion called “Sleepy”

I didn’t bother with National Argyle Day...it’s too plaid out … 😉

 

 

 

Day 7 – January 7th

National Bobblehead & Tempura Day!

This day started at 3AM. An early rise to catch my 5AM flight out of St. John’s back to Vancouver. This was my first time flying with Duncan, my newly rendered Emotional Support Animal. I was a little apprehensive of how he would behave on the plane and in the airports. I arranged the flight to have a close to 3 hour layover in Toronto so I could take him in and out through security to have a pee. However we ended up stuck on the tarmac for over 2 hours deicing the plane. This was followed by being stuck on the tarmac in Toronto waiting for a gate. By the time we were able to disembark I had just shy of 40 minutes. No outdoor excretion for Duncan 🙁

He had a pooh in the middle of the airport. I was completely prepared with baggies and wipes so I was actually relieved that he relieved then and there. WAAAAAY better less embarrassing then on the plane.

Flying with Duncan was great ! It was a celebration in and of itself. He was so good and made everybody so happy. I could have smuggled all the drugs and weapons in the world on the flight because security was so delighted by his cuteness. Everyone petted him as they boarded the plane. People took pictures with him. The flight attendants checked on him repeatedly. T’was an absolute joy.. and relief ! I know he is flyable now which means I can take him all the time!

With regards to Bobblehead Day, I tried to take advantage of my brief layover in Toronto to check out their Bobblehead collection at their souvenir stores. I assumed, being home to the Toronto Maple Leafs, Toronto Raptors and the Toronto Blue Jays, they would have some sort of sport star bobble head to buy or at the very least take a Boomerang of.

None! The Blue Jays have Bobblehead day for their fans http://www.sportsnet.ca/baseball/mlb/blue-jays-announce-bobblehead-giveaways-for-2016/

I couldn’t believe my luck!

When I arrived back in Vancouver I laid down for a nap that took me down for the count – I woke up at 8pm, having missed the majority of the day!

My room mate Christina, who is taking this Celebrate Everyday…Literally initiative very seriously tried to find some bobbleheads while I was unconscious to no avail.

So I decided to take this day to recognize Frankie MacDonald, my favourite weatherman, and his Bobble head work.

Frankie MacDonald Bobblehead – 2016 Edition

Frankie is a Youtube sensation who is great at predicting the weather and giving advice about how to deal with it.  A portion of the proceeds go to Autism Canada.

Once I got my act together from my coma nap, Christina and I went to the sushi place about 20 metres from our apartment for tempura.

They make you take off your shoes there – real authentic like. Apparently in Japan shoes are a no go in homes and lots of public places

 

We ordered the vegetable tempura which involved two pieces of potato tempura, two pieces of sweet potato tempura and one piece of mystery root vegetable tempura.

Boy was it delish.

This post was a bit arduous for me due to the jet lag and also having to celebrate two things I don’t care about one way or the other instead of celebrating two things I was really happy about : Duncan being with me from here on out and doing do well on the plane and seeing my buddy Christina again and getting Christmas presents from her.

Oh well, onward ho I suppose

January 8th has a lengthly list of things to celebrate : Argyle, Winter Skin Relief, Bubble Baths, English Toffee, & Sunday Supper !

 

 

 

Day 6 – January 6th

Today was a pretty good day all in all. I decided to put a ‘pause’ on celebrating the day in my meticulous-according-to-the-national-day-calendar ways and thought I would celebrate the sunshine that was pouring down.

The weather has been snowy and stormy all holiday season so I relished the opportunity to take the dogs outside for a true, un-rushed walk.

We walked all the way from the house we are staying in to the top of Signal Hill and all the way back. We even stopped in to deliver a cappuccino to Hillary as a surprise on the way.

After the rejuvenating walk, I received some good-ish news: Melvin received radiation therapy on several cancer sites this afternoon. We have been waiting for weeks for some form of treatment to commence has been absolutely maddening. I spent the afternoon and a portion of the evening with him and the in-law fam. He was in great spirits so it is much less heart wrenching to leave  than it was yesterday. He is going to be admitted into the hospital tonight but his appetite was up and he really seemed as well as one can be.

So I came home to continue my National Day celebrations starting with National Bean Day!

Would you believe these are the same two bowls of beans in both pictures, just taken from slightly different angles? My BFA is really paying off.

I love beans. I am a vegetarian and I incorporate them into all kinds of recipes. If I were to pick a favourite it would be the Black Bean.

I decided to create some sort of burrito concept seeing as how my husband bought an 8 kg bag of rice and there are two things of Kraft shredded Mexican cheese in the fridge.

The recipe is more or less as follows:

  • 1 cup rice
  • 1 can black beans
  • 1 roasted sweet potato
  • 1 red onion
  • mixed pepper, diced
  • 3 cloves of garlic
  • 5 tablespoons chili powder
  • 1 bottle of Salsa – I used President’s Choice Texas Caviar Mild Bean Salsa*
  • Tortillas
  • Sour Cream
  • Avocado

*Bonus Bean points

Roasted the sweet potato & put the rice in the rice cooker.

When they were ready I sautéed the vegetables, threw in the beans, the potatoes, the salsa and the spices.

Add sour cream & avocado and eat

National Cuddle Up Day. This one was almost too easy – it’s literally how we spend the most of our time; cuddled up with the bulldogs.

Shortbread Day sort of went on the back burner. I made some amazing Earl Grey Shortbread cookies as a final project of school so have all the supplies in Vancouver and  didn’t have the heart or the finances to reinvest in the project but promise to revisit it at some point.

These are the shortbread my husband bought in haste at the grocery store. They were terrible but the gesture is what should be ‘celebrated’ . I actually spit it out.

National Tech Day! 

This I  celebrated by actually squeezing in this post today!! I have a VERY early morning flight tomorrow. I  also sought the help I need with web building/ blogging from my tech expert friend Hillary. She has agreed to help me with the list of things I have yet to figure out – like embedding a contact field, linking to my Instagram and other social media, embedding links better and videos well.

So hopefully this will be classy enough to take off!

Thanks for reading

Tomorrow is National Tempura Day & National Bobble Head Day! I will be in transit from one side of Canada to the other but I will make it work!!

XO !

 

 

Day 5 – January 5th

Daaaaaay 5

Today started with a lot of calamity. I was on the phone with Air Canada Reservations, Expedia.com hotline, Expedia.ca hotline, and Air Canada Medical Desk for virtually hours trying to sort out my flight back to Vancouver using a credit and getting Duncan, my deaf French Bulldog Emotional Support Animal on board.

During the long holds and many ‘pardon -me’s?’ (why people with poor English skills are manning these call centres is beyond me – I would be so anxiety ridden if I had to answer phones in Spanish or French, I feel for these people ) the alarm at our rental property was going off.

Our marvellous tenant (who I will definitely have to do a full post on someday) had her father pop by to check on her dog while she was out but didn’t tell him about the alarm. So it went off to holy hell his solution was to shut the door, walk away, and notify no one. Fuck sakes.

ANYWAY HAPPY WHIPPED CREAM DAY,  NATIONAL BIRD DAY,  AND SCREENWRITERS DAY!!!

Whipped cream. What a delight.

As simple as:

  • 1 carton of Whipping Cream
  • 3-4 tablespoons of Vanilla
  • 1/4 cup + of confectioner’s sugar

Whip with a mixer but don’t over mix – it can curdle. Just wait for strong peaks

Share with all the dogs in your life

 

Then put in a piping bag… or fashion one with out of a ziplock bag by nipping a corner off. Squeeze in circular-spiral motion onto a mug of hot chocolate until you have a fancy looking mound before you.

 

When you’re done staging the photos, share with whichever nearby dog matches your mug best.

That wraps up National Whipped Cream Day for me. Sometimes I put maple syrup in it too instead of the icing sugar, just FYI.

Now for National Bird Day

I chose to celebrate by watching a documentary on one of my favourite birds:  Big Bird

The documentary is called “I Am Big Bird” and it follows the life and times of Carroll Spinney, the puppeteer

Things I learned:

  • ‘Carroll’ can be a man’s name
  • Puppeteering is hard fucking work- Carroll would have to walk around with the costume on with his arm extended upwards manning the head and a monitor strapped in there so he could see where he was going
  • Carroll also manned Oscar the Grouch
  • Big Bird was supposed to be on the space shuttle The Challenger that blew up. Thankfully for Carroll Spinney and children everywhere, the logistics were just too preposterous so they didn’t go forth with the plan.
  • A woman was raped and murdered by the mason worker he hired on his property. Holy fuck, right?

I recommend this documentary – it was great to observe tidbits of episodes from my youth, now,  as an adult. It was also neat to learn about the whole puppeteering process.

 

National Screenwriters Day

screen·writ·er
ˈskrēnˌrīdər/
noun
a person who writes a screenplay.
screen·play
ˈskrēnˌplā/
noun
 the script of a movie, including acting instructions and scene directions

Apparently Screenwriters are the most under appreciated people in Hollywood, which seems weird to me because it sounds like they literally make the movie.

While my heart isn’t exactly bleeding for Quentin Tarantino or Ben Affleck …I will still take this time to celebrate the work of my favourite screen writer : Wes Anderson.

If you’ve never seen The Royal Tenenbaums, Bottle Rocket, Rushmore, The Grand Budapest Hotel, The Darjeeling Limited, Moonrise Kingdom, The Life Aquatic,  or The Fantastic Mr. Fox, hop to it

XO Jennah

Tomorrow is National Bean Day, National Cuddle Up Day, National Shortbread Day & National Technology Day!!!