All posts for the month December, 2011


Published December 24, 2011 by Kate

Hey.. how difficult would it be to find average sized black buttons for a man’s coat?  Well, let me tell you, in our small town – very difficult.. our little town didn’t carry any, even in the only fabric store in town…   So.. flash forward to our bi-annual Chtristmas trip to visit relatives near the great metropolis by the coast..    Christmas eve day, when all the other insane people are running around doing their last minute Christmas gift shopping, my Mom, my Honey and I are driving around the city looking for appropriate buttons for this said coat..

Me:  Lets go to the Co op, its close, less traffic to deal with.

Mom:  No, they wouldn’t have buttons, they don’t have a fabric section any longer..

Me:  Okay, lets go the the major fabric store at the other end of the city…

The traffic sucks….  and we find out as we are driving into the parking lot for the major fabric store – ITS CLOSED!!

Mom:  Lets try the large thrift store.

The traffic sucks….  and after wandering through the store for an hour, no buttons, no coats with appropriate buttons that we could buy .. nothing..  just hoards of Christmas shoppers looking for that great bargain for Uncle Bob.

Me:  Lets go back to your place, this is crazy.. we’ll live without buttons until after Christmas.

Driving through the traffic, traffic sucks, impatient drivers not sharing in the joyous sprit of Christmas.

Honey:  Hey, lets stop at the Co op for chips and dip – its Christmas after all!

Me:  Fine, lets stop!

Me:  Lets go look for buttons – just in case..

Mom: (very adamant about this)  no, they don’t carry buttons!

Me:   (found the button rack) Let’s buy these!

Mom: Oh!

Honey:  (holds up two bags of chips and two containers of dip) Ready?

Buttons, chips and dip purchased –  all is right with the world!


Silly dog

Published December 23, 2011 by Kate

We’re planning on heading to the major metropolis on the coast to visit relatives.  We’ll be staying at my Mom’s place, which is a very small apartment in one of the suburbs – this is not a problem, as it’s very cosy.   The problem is our silly dog – being that she’s a midsized largish dog – having her in the apartment with us, under foot and  needing walks on a leash, isn’t as relaxing as it sounds.

Enter into the scene  our wonderful neighbours who love us and our dog (we love them too).   Our silly dog is very happy to be spending the five days with these neighbours – their great-grand kids are visiting – so lots of activity in the house for the kids and our dog..   I’m not even sure our silly dog would notice that we’re not there with her.

Me:  Okay, ready to go visiting?  (I’ve put a supply of dog food into the car, the dog dishes, the leash and her blanket into the car)

Silly Dog:  Car Ride – my favourite thing!

Me:  (as I pull into the neighbours driveway – all of a 2 minute drive) Okay, you’re going to be a good dog – right?

Silly Dog:  (spotting the kids sledding on the hill)  Kids – my favourite thing!  Let me out of the car!!

Me:  (opens car door, gathers dog items and brings them into the house)  Bye, see you in a few days..

Silly Dog:   Gotta go and  play!!  yippee….

Monday, life of the underemployed

Published December 12, 2011 by Kate

Again, in the little cafe, sitting at a table, watching people wander by, proud of their choice of beverage.

Three women, talking seriously and quietly, serious in a way that only women in their 20’s can be,  with their new life experiences, certain that they are the only ones that are living a full life.

The same older distingished man is here, the one that knows everyone, flirts with all the women that walk through and dare to make eye contact with him.   He’s here, putting in time, waiting for someone, anyone.

and me, I’m here too, pretending to be busy on this laptop, sipping a delicious London Fog, I too am proud of my choice of beverage.


Published December 11, 2011 by Kate

Day 6

Me, at home, searching the fridge for something for dinner.

Silly Dog:  Hey hey, you’re finally home, you know what that means,  its time for my special treat.

Me:  wait a minute..  I’ll get our dinner started first.

Silly Dog:  Nope.. its my turn.. come on…. treat, treat, treat, treat.

go figure!

Onion Dip (aka Cracker Crack)

Published December 10, 2011 by Kate

This recipe has been modified from the original, so much so, in fact, that I now call it my own.

Start with an onion  or two, chopped fine – in a non stick pan, soften the onion in a bit of canola oil, add a pinch of salt, a pinch of italian seasoning.   Once the onions are done, add a tablespoon of honey or sugar, and a large dash of vinegar.   Let this mixture cool for a bit.

in the mean time….

Take a package of cream cheese and equal amount of mayonnaise and mix together.  Add the onion mixture.

Blend together well.   adjust seasoning to taste…  garnish with finely chopped green onion.

Serve with crackers or crunchy vegetables.   This is guaranteed to be a hit at any potluck – so much so, that you can’t just take one – you and your guests will be back for more.

where have you been?

Published December 8, 2011 by Kate

Its time for me relax for the night, so I settle in with a good book, happy to read a few pages before falling asleep.

Crazy Cat 3:  Oh, there you are!  What ‘cha doing?

Me: Trying to read this book here.

CC#3:  Let me see (as she rubs the book with her head)

Me:  (Firmly) I’m trying to read here…  go away… (push)

CC#3:  No, no, let me see – is it about cats ?   Where are the pictures?

Me:  Hey.. move over!  (pushing at her a bit firmer now!)

CC#3:  don’t push…  you’re rude..    I was trying to read..

Me:  (sigh)

(now she’s climbed on to the book and she looks at me with her large green eyes)

ham balls

Published December 7, 2011 by Kate

Hi there.

Christmas is right around the corner and so are all those Christmas parties – potlucks  –  of course…

So..  doing a bit of research, I found this recipe…

I made them… and wow.. they are amazing..  very amazing.  and.. they freeze well – I’m ready for the next potluck.. bring on the parties..