To me Martha Stewart will always be that kinda crazy housewife-esque woman who had to go to prison – oh Martha – but I admit the recipe section of her website is ballin. I became absolutely obsessed with the idea of making soup, for reasons completely unknown to anybody, especially me. I found two really lovely recipes on MarthaStewart.com for a butternut squash bisque and a carrot curry soup. SO DELICIOUS. Continue reading
Today, during the time when I would normally make an update on the blog, I read Little Women. Now, I don’t mean that I read the entire book, because I started it yesterday. That having been said, I did read approximately 200 words of the 264 page novel, so I might as well have read the whole thing. In three hours. Continue reading
In university, when I had no idea what to do with myself for the rest of my life, I would say that I would graduate and be a poet living on a beach. This obviously didn’t come true or else I would, by now, be a skeleton on some sandy stretch somewhere – typically just living on a beach is illegal/dangerous and writing poetry doesn’t bring in enough money to purchase a small private island, surprisingly enough. But if you think of it in the most idyllic frame of mind, it seemed like a sweet gig. Continue reading
Julia and I went to see Pitch Perfect earlier this week with our wonderful sister-in-law. It was a really great movie, but more on that later this week. In summary, I highly recommend.
Anyway, my favourite part of the movie was by far Rebel Wilson, who is truly hilarious. Here’s her interview with Ellen for proof:
This is to prove to you that not ALL of the music I have to listen to for my music class is as awful as Ives’s “General William Booth Enters Into Heaven” (note: William Booth is not the guy that shot Lincoln in the head, for all you wondering. That was John Wilkes Booth. No, good old Willie Booth here is the guy that started The Salvation Army. Famous for a very different reason).
See? Significantly better.
~ Hilary Lyon Axle Hatchet
There’s a gigantic spider in my bathroom that lives in the tiny space between the sink counter and the wall and I’m completely terrified of him. He’s so large! Great black body with long legs and he scurries about incredibly quickly. I’m feeling a bit ill just typing this. Usually he just pops out of the crack in which he lives and then darts back in a flash – afraid of me as I am of him. I gasp and freeze, paralyzed with fright until I muster up the courage to move again, long after he’s disappeared from sight. The thing is, I had been letting him stay because his visits were so very infrequent and quick, and he ate all the other smaller spiders that had moved into my bathroom. It was kind of working for me. That is until this morning. Continue reading