Monday, February 28, 2011

Who Knew!

A small boy in Australia asked if there were chains on those tires when I sent him these pictures.
 Oh no says I feeling all superior and wise.



How can a child on the other side of the world know more about this than I do?

I should have actually looked at those pictures.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

He Said She Said

The fuel company that delivers the oil for our furnace called today.  The gentlemen on the other end of the line informed me that the driver couldn't get down our driveway because it was too slippery.  Aghast, I took my trusty camera with me and went out to investigate.

This is the top of our driveway looking out to the road.


The top of the driveway looking towards the house.

Long view.

 Closer

I don't know what that driver was talking about.

Bye.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria?

Just kidding folks.  But I do have a problem.  We have a flat screen television.  In our living room.  I'm looking for something to put it on  and I've found some great flat panel tv stands

Here's a nice one:



Or this one:

How have you folks solved your tv dilemma?  Let me know.  I need help.  Fast.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

International Cuisine Take Two

This boy is International.  He is sweet enough to eat.


I have no international food inspiration photo today.

But, I do have a good loaf of bread.

I wasn't going to let that silly old bread maker ruin my reputation.  My baking skillz were at stake.

Monday, February 21, 2011

International Cuisine

She is international.  She is not cuisine.  But I could eat her.

I digress.  I journeyed through the snow and the wind tonight on an errand of mercy for my husband.  I needed to pick up a prescription for him at the local drugstore.  More importantly,  look at what I found when I arrived:

Tim Tams!  To the uninitiated, these are cookies from Australia.  My good friend MMMC mentioned these once in a blog post and being the observant gal that I am I remembered!  Why can I not remember important things like doctor's appointments and regular showers?  I like to support my friends so I felt it was important to purchase them.  The Official Taste Tester of the Loyalist Cottage deemed them Yummy!

In local news:

I don't know if any of you folks use a bread maker to make your bread.  I do.  It's pretty hard to mess up a loaf of bread made this way.  However:

This is what I got today.  It's not even browned.  What a mess!  It doesn't taste too badly though.  The Official Taste Tester declared it edible.  Of course, he'd eat almost anything. 

Sunday, February 20, 2011

200th Post

Yessiree bob, this is my 200th post.  I can't believe I have so much to say.  Well, not really.  I wasn't planning this topic for the bicenntenial entry but I was scared out of my shoes today.  By my blog.  It disappeared.  Really.

Edvard Munch


Then after hyperventilating and much weeping and wailing it reappeared.  What???  All by itself.  Go here for a complete tutorial on backing up your blog and saving your template.

You'll be glad you did.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Broken Item of the Week

Yes, Gentle Readers!  By popular demand I bring you this week's Broken Item.
I present to you, Moses:

My husband says he can't be Moses unless the printing press was developed sooner than history relates.  Anyway I call him Moses.  My husband bought him before we were married (in the dark ages) so he's been around here for awhile.

We owned a small house in Halifax when the girls were just babies so Moses was relegated to our bedroom.  One night, very late, after everyone was asleep, the phone rang.  Now I don't know about you but when the phone rings in the middle of the night, it scares me to death.  Husband leapt out of bed in a single bound, ran to get the phone and smashed his toes into poor old Moses.  He crashed to the ground with a resounding thud. ( Moses I mean.)

He is so heavy, I had to leave him in the corner to take the pictures.

He's a garden statue for heaven's sake!  However, he lives on in our living room.  Broken but not defeated.

p.s. The husband's toes healed up nicely.