Make a list! I’ve made like 5 today and feel sooooo good.
Keep Calm and Make a List
You’re all comfy cozy on the TTC, and just opening your Kobo when you see that you forgot to renew your Game of Thrones book from the library. Now you have nothing to read, and you have to wait until you get home and check-it out again to find out what happened to Jon Snow.
A smart girl always renews her books
I used to work in Public Relations, and one of my clients was Loblaws. I loved working for those guys, and one of the best perks was a holiday “gift” they gave us, where we attended a class at their Maple Leaf Gardens locations and learned to make some kick-ass food with Chef Maria.
We made a few dishes, but the one that really stuck with me was easy, delicious, and pretty damn fancy. Here’s the gist:
First, spread some oil lightly over your slices of baguette, and throw them in the oven until they just start to get crispy. I’m not going to tell you for how long, or at what temperature, it’s not rocket science. (It’s probably around 350 degrees and for 6 minutes, for those of you who freak out and follow recipes to the T. COUGH my husband.)
Take them out, and spread each slice with a bit of the jam. You could probably use any jam for this, but the Black Label really makes a difference. Then, place your thinly sliced apples on top, add some cheese, and very lightly drizzle the maple sizzurp over everything. Put back in the oven until the cheese is melted to your pleasure.
Eat, and enjoy. Perfect for fancy parties, impressing your boyfriend’s parents, or just to you know, treat yo’self.
Pack an excellent lunch.
I can hardly sleep the night before!
Ask not what you can do for mankind, but what’s for lunch
I work in a clinic with a receptionist and people have to make appointments to see me. Very often people don’t show up for their appointments. This in itself is annoying (unless it’s the last client and I get to go home early), but what is enraging is when they try to blame it on us. “Oh, nobody called or emailed to remind me…” How old are you? 40? 50? Old enough, I’m sure, to take care of yourself. Our receptionists have 30-40 appointments to be aware of in a day and you can’t keep track of ONE?! Furthermore, with today’s phone technology, calendars and alerts that can be set, do we really need to be making phone calls to remind you about your appointment? Forget today’s technology, how about an AGENDA?!?! You forgot, I get that, but don’t try and blame others for it.
I donated blood last night, which has left me feeling pretty good. It was even pizza day, which I didn’t even know was a thing! The nurses were great, they raved about my iron intake (thank you, Vitamins), they even asked me for platelets because my blood type is so in demand (what up!).
All in all, it was a great time. Free food, free juice, I can read my Kobo while I’m donating, and yeah, it makes me feel like a good person. So today, I have two beefs. The first is people who don’t donate, but can. These are the people who aren’t afraid of needles, aren’t pregnant, or haven’t travelled lately, or whatever. The people who just don’t think of it, or who are too lazy. Now, I get it – it’s kind of inconvenient to go do it, and book the appointment, and keep it (though they call and remind you a lot. Rach, you’d love it!) But man, it’s so important to do. Think about if you or someone you knew needed blood, and they just didn’t get because people were too lazy to donate.
Second Beef – not letting gay people give blood. Now, I don’t know all the reasons why they don’t let gay people do it, and I’m not going to get political about it all, because I don’t know nearly enough about it. I’m just gonna say, the more donors, the better, right?
Also, the more donairs, the better.
For once in my sorry blogging experience, this is an actual “how to.”
Starting an Etsy store – and if you’re not familiar with Etsy, stop reading this and just click the link already – is pretty easy.
I started my own store last night – Mulligan’s Curiosities – where I’m selling some vintage-y items I’ve picked up at garage sales, thrift stores, have had handed down to me. I basically have too much stuff for our 630 square foot condo, and am trying to make good use of them.
The site has a pretty easy walk-through of everything, which is nice. At no point did I need to Google further directions, you just follow the steps and go to town. Write your descriptions, upload your super hipster, white background, high contrast photos, add your pricing, and away you go.
I super hope my items sell, both because it’s fun to make money that I can then spend on other things, like Rachel and I’s trip to New York, or to be honest, more vintage finds, but also because I like doing other stuff. I’m forever starting projects (and occasionally finishing them) because I always like to have something on the go, and I have very little patience to wait and see if it’s actually an idea.
So basically, I’m just hoping this doesn’t somehow blow up in my face.
Sometimes, I wish we could do What’s Yo’ Beef everyday… I am backlogged with beefs right now! My beef this Friday is from last weekend… It all started Friday night when I took my wallet to go to dinner with my husband and friends. Naturally, I left my wallet in husbands truck when we went into the restaurant. HOWEVER, he planned to go fishing 2 hours from home the following morning, I planned to go visit Shannon in Toronto the following day and have a nice afternoon of a killer hip hop dance class and make some money massaging people: BUT I LEFT MY WALLET IN THE TRUCK! Luckily, he was just about to leave on his way back when I called, but I was not able to make it for the hip hop class, which brings me to my beef. Why, with today’s advanced technology, is it such a big deal to drive without that small piece of seemingly insignificant plastic? That’s all it is! Plastic! Why can’t I just tell the officer my name and birth date? They should be able to look it up without the card and know that I am a legitimate driver. COME ON technology… The odds of getting pulled over were low, I have been pulled over twice in my 12 years of driving, but Murphy’s law states “If Rachel drives knowing she doesn’t have her license, she will get pulled over”. Seriously, look it up.
Rachel’s beef is not only seriously legit, but also a good call to scientist’s everywhere, I think. It may possibly even rival my own invention of a hop-flavoured cologne.
My beef is with cardboard boxes today. I don’t know what it is, but lately I’ve been having a really hard time opening them. Did they change how they work? Is this just a crankity thing about getting older that I never knew of? Regardless, now, everytime I open a box of crackers or cereal or something, it looks like this: