A new feature I am thinking about adding to my blog as either a weekly or bi-monthly event. By event, I really mean ‘post’.
I am looking to feature interesting people and/or interesting blogs/websites. If this works the way I hope it will, I eventually want to add a give-away element to it too.
But for now, it will just be a feature….
Tonight’s Sunday Night Featurette will be….
Queen of cakes and sarcasm.
And a family member, so you know this is going to be flattering….. (she’s so purdy)
Celine hails from the West Coast of Canada. Or Wet Coast. Or however you like to call it. She migrated South, as all people tend to do, a few years ago and settled on the West Coast of Florida for a few years. She joined Publix and immediately began her meteoric rise. Quickly moving her way from associate (clerk) to Assistant Bakery Manager, mostly by sheer skill. And charm. She quickly moved inland to the Orlando area, where she is currently residing and plotting her take-over of all things bakery…
That Canadian work ethic is no match at all for… well…. anything. For real.
Especially considering the pure lack of ethic that appears to be so common these days…..
That girl can bake a mean cake/pie/muffin/cupcake
That woman can tease a mean rock-a-billy poof (pending pictures).
That sister from another mister can decorate like you wouldn’t believe. And even if you do believe, if you saw it you still wouldn’t believe it could be that amazing.
She is amazingly creative, something which she has always had a flare for…. She shows it so clearly in her creations, especially the way her fingers delicately tease that fondant into the most interesting shapes.
For her cake-skillz in the Orlando area… please email me @ firstname.lastname@example.org
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Spending time in a tattoo studio is interesting. I’ve been in one several times before…. but this was the first time that I’ve been in one with someone that has been in one on a regular basis. She’s pretty colourful. And pretty. And pretty and colourful at the same time.
As was my experience….
I learned things maybe I shouldn’t share with the public.
Things about going to Greece and France…. that aren’t really involved with travel. At all. Who knew. But in retrospect, it made lots of sense.
I also didn’t know that blow-jobs and chicken go hand-in-hand… Apparently they do. But that it also stops after marriage. So don’t get married or those two will no longer go hand in hand…. If they ever did. Except in the realm of imagination and tattoo parlours.
I had many conversations about drugs, chicken, foreign countries, sex, sex, sex, sex and sex. And penises. I didn’t even know how to pluralize that word. Thank god for spell-check.
Mostly I just listened and absorbed. Absorbed what? I couldn’t really say. It’s been absorbed already. It’s in there though, floating around. I am sure that it will all resurface at some point… Most likely on my next trip. Once C and I work out the kinks to my cap sleeve.
Did you know that she is my tattoo muse?
If you are looking for ideas, let me know…. she might consult, for a fee that is… I’ll make sure you get a family rate. No worries….
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Things I haven’t done in a while:
Cut my toe-nails
Taken a relaxing bath.
Read a book on a quiet Sunday morning.
Read a book.
Watched a whole movie.
Things I have done recently:
Cleaned a very dirty bum.
Stroked a sweaty, sad litte brow.
Planted and watched some herbs grown on my front porch.
Heard the words “You complete me” sung through my ipod headphones at the tail end of a run, while looking at M and V play in the park. Thinking….”Oh, my…. it is true”.
Things I will do in the future:
Get a tattoo.
Teach V how to nod his head. Currently he can only shake his head and say “Nananananananana…” to everything, even if its things he wants.
Help those chubby little feet sit flat on the ground, instead of up on their tip-toes like they are now. Future ballerina? I think not. He already has linebacker shoulders.
Buy a house.
Buy a house before Christmas.
Finally convince M that I do, indeed, need a nightly foot massage.
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I just made a bet with myself…and the internet…..
I bet that I can blog everyday. And if I win, I get a massage from M (he is shouting in the background “Hey! I didn’t agree to that!!!!”….. doesn’t matter, my bet, not his) every night as well! It is shaping up to be an interesting month. My birthday month too.
In a week or so, I hit 33.
This year I am celebrating with tattoos. It is a Cousin-Love date. And by that, I mean that C and I are hitting up Ocala as I have been dying for an introduction to her favorite artist. Who just happens to be from BC as well, which is as random as you can get. A Canadian? In Ocala? Probably there are more of them there, but this is the first I’ve heard of it. As far as I know he is the only one there. Poor lonely Canadian. It’s so hard to befriend the natives….
I think he will make the 3rd Canadian that I know in Florida. I know there are more of you around, sometimes us Canadians are a little shy… we can’t be found at the outlet malls like the British and other Europeans. We are more likely to be found down in the Everglades or at some State Park swimming with Manatees than hitting up the cheap shoe sales…. (although, we totally will check out those sales after we check out the Manatees). Manatees totally come first, especially before a good sale at Premium Outlet Malls…
So how about it, eh? Do you think I can? Every day for a whole month….
Prepare for both riveting, epic posts and mundane boring poop. Oh, and actual poop. Both domestic and canine…
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My weekly yoga class was tonight, and you know how much I like to share my post-sweaty class thoughts with you.
Tonight the room was extra hot. I didn’t realize this until I glanced at one of the guys in front of me, and noticed that sweat was dripping off of him onto his towel like he had a leaky faucet built into his hip. It was dripping at a steady rate off the corner of his shorts.
Sweat was rolling off of my elbows, my fingers and sliding down my calves at an enormous rate. At one point, it was slowly running from the corners of my eyes and down onto my cheeks. I imagined (while those sweat droplets hung out on my cheekbones) that I was in prison and I had little tattoo tears dripping out of the corner of my eye.
Just trying to illustrate how hard-core I am about yoga (and hoping you will ignore the fact that I have only been going for a month and a half).
It was awesome.
Sadly though, Spandex man was not there. Actually I haven’t seen him in about 2 weeks. He might have fallen out of love with Bikram. OR he ran out of spandex pants. OR he is actually wearing something else to class and I don’t recognize him because I can no longer see his package in complete and total detail. Probably the last one, eh?
Anyways, the room was so hot that apparently my internal temperature will be higher tomorrow as a result.
Crazy yoga people. I love them all…..