Candy Corn Is Terrible

Candy Corn

Candy corn. What is that name? Whose idea was this, to pair a vegetable with the sugary treat for schoolchildren? It’s neither beast nor fowl, neither corn nor candy. It is a strange breed, maybe even a fraud. Yet despite all of this, candy corn continues to exist. Candy corn is yucky. It is waxy, brittle, and hard—yet strangely chalky, with a wiggly kind of flexibility to the mouthfeel, all at the same time. Does anyone actually like the stuff. I think they just like the colour combination.

Oreo Balls

Oreo Balls


1 package of Oreo Cookies

1 block cream cheese, softened

1 pack Cooking Chocolate (Hershey’s Semi-sweet chocolate chips the best)



1. Place Oreo Cookies in a bag/blender and smash/blend until it is the consistency of dirt.

2. Mix the softened cream cheese into the smashed Oreos.

3. Roll the mixture into balls.

4. Melt chocolate in the microwave.

5. Cover balls in chocolate then leave to set in the fridge.



My 1000th Blog Post

1000th Post

I can’t believe I’m writing this post… my 1000th blog post!

Who would have thought on March 28th, 2010, when I sat down and wrote this that I would be here writing my 1000th post and thanking almost 300 subscribers. It really amazes me.

Thank you all, whether you read it for the first time yesterday, or if you’ve been reading for all 3+ years, whether you visit frequently or infrequently. Thank you to everyone who took the time to comment over the years…  that makes blogging the best.

Here’s to the next 1000!


Who I Am

Lonely Heart

Today I thought about who I am.

It’s not as easy as you think it is. You order it how you can – I am a woman. I am a mother. I am a wife. I am an employee. I am sister/daughter. I am a blonde-haired cat-owner. Walking Dead fan. I like to hold my hand out the window in warm weather and watch, as I turn my hand a little bit, the aerodynamics demonstrated with my hand how airplanes work. I like to walk barefoot in the grass. I like a heavy duvet on the bed because something about the weight of it identifies the solemnity of bedtime. I like travelling but I always like coming home, too. I am heart-breaker, heart-broken survivor, book-reading, wine-quaffing adult. I am all of those things and none of them specifically. I look back on my life and I remember every moment. The good, the bad, and the ugly.


And if I could I would go back and do it all over again, every part of it. Would changing the past make me a different person? One can only speculate.

The Hardest Word


Elton John and Chicago were right – sorry is the hardest word for some people.

Someone very close to me once said, “Apologizing is an admission of guilt.” What a load of utter BS. Even if you don’t think you did anything wrong, then express regret or sadness for the fact that someone is experiencing hurt over something you did and/or said. 

 This is an interesting article and it does explain why apologizing for a mistake seems like an impossible task for some. To them I say, Get Over It. If you do something or say something that hurts someone’s feelings do the right thing and say I’m sorry. This is especially important in a relationship. Also, with our children.