Category Archives: Just For Fun

A Big, Little Mistake. That was Super Fun.

My friends and I are 100% guilty of geeking out from time to time. This weekend was no exception, while most would initially think our geek-out was spending some time at Fan Expo, we actually made our way up north to Horseshoe Valley (which is, surprisingly, not as north as I thought). Where I made the biggest, little mistake of my life. I had a Gob Bluth weekend.

Horseshoe Valley Resort is great for fun weekend getaways and our off-road Segway experience was a perfect way to pay homage to Arrested Development and have a little fun in the sun.

Prior to this past weekend, I’ve never been on a Segway and have really only seen them from a distance (where I immediately laughed at the people using them for city tours), they’re surprisingly easy to use. These machines are smart. There’s a speed limiter that will control how quickly you can go uphill, downhill and on flat terrain (they max out at about 20 km/h). I was told that going downhill will not feel natural at first and the only thing to remember is to not panic. So, panic? You know I did!

We did some test runs and the tour guides felt we were good to go. Onwards. We got a bit of history about the area and I rode through some fresh horse poop (whoops). I began to grow comfortable with this 100lb piece of machinery and took the lead (behind the guide, of course), we hit the steepest hill on the tour, I felt the bar cutting into my stomach, o.m.g. I think I’m falling off.  I do what any logical person in control of their vehicle would do, I jumped off. Fortunately I was smart enough to hang on to the handle bars but that wasn’t before it turned and rammed a tire into my calf. Le sigh. I failed.

The tour was fun, I wish it was longer, we took silly photos and I made a few videos. I’m ready for some show and tell. Enjoy, gang.

Because I like to look like an ass in most photos

Could totes be an ad for Segway, no? Oh you know, just a casual afternoon, off-roading and on an adventure!

(Eastern Euro) Father’s Day Gift Ideas

My inbox has been flooded with Father’s Day emails, I’m starting to feel the gift giving pressure and it’s causing major anxiety. Father’s Day is when I’m reminded of what most Dad’s want, but what if your Dad is so not the all-Canadian, catch playing, Kobo reading, techie? What if he’s more, I still listen to my Walkman – don’t you dare throw out my cassettes, I’ve been through war – no food goes to waste, yes, even the eyes from that lamb’s head gets eaten, I want to call family overseas but I don’t want to learn about Skype – kind of Dad? What do you get someone who seemingly doesn’t need or want anything? Especially not anything current/cool/luxurious?

My Dad is the hardest person to shop for. I buy him something and he’ll complain about me spending money to buy something silly when he doesn’t need anything. Yet, I don’t buy him anything and he tells me I don’t love him. It’s lose/lose regardless, but I think I’ve devised a way to make this lose/lose more of a not quite winning/lose situation.

Let me paint you a detailed picture of my Dad, perhaps yours is like this, too. My Dad is an Eastern European immigrant, he and his older brother moved to Toronto to start a new life, while his 4 other siblings remained in Europe. He’s not the most loving or openly supportive of fathers, but I’m going to blame his cold exterior on the fact that he was raised in an Eastern European home where I can only imagine the children were bred to breed and farm, not love so much. He’s beaten cancer – twice, is at home on sick leave and now that he’s got all sorts of time on his hands has a perfectly manicured garden, barbecues often (but really loves to burn the crap out of the meat – I thought I hated steak but then I had the most delicious medium rare cut of meat and realized… meat can taste good, I never knew). He is very patriotic, I can attribute this to Croatia’s fairly recent independence (yes, I realize it’s not SO recent but he’s still celebrating independence). He has a satellite system set up to catch Croatian television signals because he loves to watch Croatian soap operas, Croatian Idol and Croatia’s Next Top Model (although he’d never be caught dead watching their English counterparts). He’s had a standing subscription with a Croatian magazine that he has delivered to him at the Croatian deli. He has sausage parties in the garage (not what you think) twice a year – he and his buddies get together to make the best kobasa links around. He used to play soccer but now focuses his attention on bocce and some card game, I don’t think its poker, perhaps its skopa.

That’s my Dad and no, he does not want anything to do with the Kobo, Kiehl’s facial fuel kit or an iPad this Father’s Day. Or ever.

Sound a lot like your Pop? I’ve gathered a list of items I think my Dad will thoroughly enjoy; feel free to test these ideas on your simple, yet complicated Papa, too.

Tackling the Patriot

My safest bet is usually something that has the Croatian flag all over it. The thing that’s great about this idea is, it doesn’t have to be nice. In fact the tackier, the better.

Like these Croatian soccer shorts:

Or, if you’ve got some cash money to drop, get this Croatian Grb necklace:

Although, if you’re like my family, you’ve had something like this since the baby shower the family had thrown in your (unborn) honour. So, maybe some jewelry cleaner to polish off the one he already owns.

Books Make You Smrt

My Dad used to be a huge reader, until he got his Croatian satellite set up. I want to encourage him to become less dependent on television (perhaps take a note from his daughter and do away with cable altogether). I recall him saying how much he loved reading Ernest Hemingway and had a bunch of his books that had been translated into Croatian, but (not surprisingly) a gypsy family member back in the homeland stole them from him. I’ve been sourcing out contacts (over the course of the past three years… whoops) to buy some from, do you know how difficult it’s been to find Hemingway books translated into Croatian… even with the internet.

For the Homeland, Get Ready

Power and the Money, Money and the Power, Minute After Minute, Hour After Hour. I love Gangsta’s Paradise and while my Dad won’t get that song reference, he may become a Coolio fan after watching him in Ta Divna Splitska Noc (A Wonderful Night in Split). I saw this movie in The Film Buff a few years back and have been meaning to tell my Dad about it. Basically it follows 3 storylines on New Year’s Eve night in the port city of Split, Croatia. A tale of drugs (port city, obvious drug issues), widows (and she’s probably sporting a entirely black wardrobe throughout the film) and sex (to get more drugs).

Get in Mah Belly

My father loves to cook. My brother and I thought our safest gift was to give him some sort of cookbook. This past Christmas, my brother got him a Jamie Oliver cookbook, a barbecue book and a new apron. I got him a William Sonoma fish cookbook and a coupon he could redeem with me when he had decided what his first recipe would be, I would pick up all of the ingredients for him and only bring home the freshest, best tasting fish. He’s known to host a few fish fry nights throughout the year.

He saw the cookbooks my brother gave him and scoffed at the gift, saying, “Vhat the hell is this? You no think I know how to cook?” Not the case at all, Papa. I didn’t sweat a bit when he reached for my gift, because I thought mine out a bit more. I know my Dad loves to cook and eat fish, but he always prepares it the same, tired, old way. The cookbook I got him has easy to make recipes that’ll spice up his fish dishes.

With the success of that gift, you may like to try this for your Dad. If you can’t find a specific fish cookbook, you can always scour the interwebz for simple fish recipes, type them out (obviously, give credit) and make your own, “To Papa, with fish love” cookbook. Better yet, you can offer to cook him up a recipe for Father’s Day. Cue “awwwwww”.

Back to the Homeland, Get Ready

Our original Father’s Day plan for 2011 was to send Dad back to the homeland for the summer. In a momentary lapse of judgement, my mother asked what he thought of that gift idea. His reaction? “I will not go without my wife”. Why my mother opened up the opportunity to have her man-free summer plan ruined is beyond me.

My advice to you, if you want to send your Dad back to the homeland for a few months, don’t tell him. Just do it. He’ll thank you for it. Eventually.

Bland Up this Father’s Day

You can totally ignore everything in this post and just get your Dad a pair of khaki’s or cargo shorts. Surprise Papa! This is what you’re getting on Sunday! But be sure you give him a lesson in fashion at the same time. I once bought my Pops a brown cashmere sweater, he never wore it. I called him on it and found it hilarious that he was concerned he couldn’t wear the brown sweater because he had no brown pants to match it with. That was the day my Dad learned that denim on denim is a no go.

So, good luck. Get creative. And ignore the expensive iPad emails. Chances are, your Dad misses you and just wants to spend some time with you. Then yell at you a little.

Lovers Day

No roses left when I got there

Lovers days has come and gone and I’ve survived. Actually, it’s probably the first year I really didn’t care and didn’t have a tiny stab in my heart every time I saw a man-lover rush to the flower store or walk past me bearing chocolates and stuffed toys or bags from Tiffany’s. Have I grown up a bit? Or perhaps I’m jaded? I can’t decide.

I had an awesome day hanging out with some friends, wicked BFF Solange and I met a friend of ours at Union station, she was heading up an event with Mattel. Did you know Barbie and Ken were broken up? And after a full out, nationwide plea, Barbie took him back. As any fictional love story would end, they got back together on Valentine’s Day and to celebrate, Ken was at Union handing out roses to other “dolls” while Barbie spent the day at the spa. I wish them happiness and a smooth divorce. I kid, just happiness, obviously there’s no such thing as Alimony Barbie (yet). I’m looking at my photo with the Ken’s and I can’t help but wish I had a better plastic doll pose, that left hand of mine is a little too awkward.

After meeting some friends for beer and wings, Solange and I caught a screening of Blue Valentine, pegged the ultimate anti-valentine movie. I was looking forward to it and was surprised when I saw a large number of loving couples in the audience, I thought…. ummm, you’re in love, get out of here. While I love both Ryan Gosling and Michelle Williams, I was highly disappointed with this movie. I was looking for more fighting, more drinking, more abuse and it just wasn’t there, so when it ended I found myself wondering, well, how did that relationship end? Isn’t that normal? I guess not – looks like Solange and I have been missing out on Disney fairy tale love.

In reading a few reviews of the film, some critics didn’t like how sad it was. Really? I didn’t leave feeling one bit saddened. I didn’t shed one tear. I love sad movies and that’s what I wanted, darn it. It certainly was no Marley and Me where I left a mess and had teenage girls laugh at me (just you wait ’til you put down your first pet, silly innocence). I hate to admit this, but I think I felt more emotion and such after watching The Break-Up… it was totally realistic, n’est pas?

I’ve going to wrap this up before I embarrass myself any more. So what have we learned today? I have poor taste in films and should practice my doll stance in the mirror more often.

Guilty Pleasures

Was reading Simone’s blog earlier this week, in which she shared her 3 guilty pleasures (food, music, dinner date). It inspired me to share my own.

1. (food) Dominos Brooklyn Pizza:

I don’t know what it is about this pizza, the grease, the sauce, the fact that it tastes exactly the same every time I’ve had it, but I drool at the very thought of it. I never had Dominos growing up and I recall when I first moved out on my own, Roomie and I spent the year trying to find the tastiest pizza. This one took the cake. I may or may not have Dominos programmed into my iPhone contacts.

2. (music) It’s a tie – Ke$ha and Glee cast:

I mean, she’s a hot mess, how can you not like her? And really, you know I’m going to love a song that includes the lyrics “glitter on the floor” and samples a favourite childhood song “In the land of Oz where the ladies don’t wear bras”. And do not get me started on how much I love the glitter/coloured powder part of the video above.

Glee. You know, I really couldn’t stand this show during it’s first season. I really wanted to like it, but I just couldn’t get into it. Season 2 totally turned it around for me, I’m officially addicted. I’ve been buying the songs off iTunes and I was struggling with deciding which clip to include in this post, there are so many good ones. Teenage Dream, Forget You, Hey, Soul Sister, and I honestly have at least 15 more favourites from this season I’m just struggling in finding a decent clip. So good.

3. (dinner date) Anthony Bourdain

I struggled with this one, I couldn’t think of anyone I was shy to admit I wanted to have dins with (perhaps I should have mentioned a current crush, but there’s no sharing that with anyone). I felt that everyone who came to mind were completely obvious, who wouldn’t want to have dinner with Anthony Bourdain? I guess I shouldn’t admit this, but the first reason I want to have dinner with him is because I think he’s totally hot and then I’d like to talk food with him. Plus, can you imagine how delicious it’d be? I have yet to see him eat something on No Reservations that makes me cringe and not set off a rumbly in my tumbly.

There you have it. My guilty pleasures, what are yours?

p.s. Thanks for the idea, Simone!

I Don’t Want to Love You

But I do. My ugly, gross, stinky, salt-covered boots. You look terrible on my feet and I was ready to throw you away but winter hit fast yesterday. My other boots were still packed away and you were sitting in the hallway ready to have my foot tucked in.

“I just have to run out to the car quickly,” I thought. “I’ll just throw these on.”

On you went, ugly boots. And when I came back in, I took you off and felt an instant rush of cool air on my feet. Do. Not. Like. I threw my slippers aside and put you back on. And I wasn’t able to take you off. Even when safe and warm inside my house.

I hate that I love you. This relationship is strictly function over fashion and it’s not going anywhere else.

Err… This Happened

And I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that I’ve been too busy lazy to blog about it. So I’m just going to bang out a big ol’ update (with photos! Disappointed when I checked out my homepage and it was all words. Blah.)

Halloween happened! And as per usual, I waited until the night before to confirm my plans, was corralled into a Halloween superstore where I fought the crowd, came into contact with smelly folks and eventually walked out with my costume. Halloween is tricky, I’m not a slubag, but do I take this opportunity to dress up as a slutty cat? Or slutty referee? Or slutty angel? I found myself wondering when Halloween became slut night? Rather than the dead breaking from their graves and slaying humans, it’s the night that women get out of bed and dress up in nothing at all and roam the streets, laying men.

With that being said, I dressed up as slutty Scrabble.

My Myspace-wannabe-very-serious-Scrabble-gameface-in-poorly-lit-fitting-room photo

 

I know, a bit of a hypocrite but in my defense I wore thick ass tights so as not to have my who-ha exposed.

Up next: Halloween, still. This year was my first ever attempt at carving fancy, artistic pumpkin. Yes, I’ve finally moved away from triangle eyes, nose and teeth pumpkin and got a little creative. Oh, la la. Get ready for this one, it’s pretty darn good. My inspiration for this piece was Toronto, the city littered with more overweight raccoons than anywhere else.

 

It's titled: Garbage Day

Pretty impressive, n’est pas? Here it is with old roomie and her bf’s… can you tell they’re dating?

Now here’s the kicker, I placed it out on my porch the day before Halloween. And…

 

!?!?!?!!?!

SOMETHING ATE THE FACE OFF MY FUCKING RACCOON. WTF!? I’m still a little upset about the whole situation. I mean, I understand it’s the time of year when critters are gathering food and filling their bellies to prepare for hibernation but seriously, my fucking pumpkin. Eff that.

Deep breaths. Let it go. Harboring these feelings won’t do me any good.

I’m over it.

 

Not.

 

Looking for a Win

I don’t like to lose and I like a good challenge. I’m not a sore loser, I don’t cry about it or throw a fit, but winning does feel better. I was cutting up some watermelon slices last night and had a flashback to a time when I lost… big time.

I was 12, it was summer. My brother and I would normally spend our summers lazying about and waiting for our parents to come home from work so they could take us to our soccer games, that was it. We were never the children who got to go to summer camp, it was never something my parents considered. One morning, my Dad was home from work and gathered my brother and I in his car, he drove us to the Croatian Park. Don’t be frightened, it just a place associated with our local church where we have mass and picnics and play soccer – I’ve taken non-Croatians there, too.

We loved the Croatian Park. There was a pool, we could dig through the Credit River for crayfish and minnows and snails. It was fun. Although, on this day, Dad had something else in mind for us. The Nuns from the church were holding a play day for the kids. I LOVE PLAY DAYS. I mean, who doesn’t love getting dirty, running around, having fun and sometimes, winning.

We were divided into teams (my brother and I were not together) and it was strange but people from my age group seemed to be missing, they were all older or much younger than me. I recall my team members not selecting me to participate in any of the games, until it came to the watermelon eating contest. I mean I wasn’t a chunker but I did like to eat and maybe the haircut I had at the time made my face look a lot fatter. Basically, they thought I would have no problems throwing a large slice of watermelon back. Little did they know…

… I was a picky eater. I loved watermelon, I really did. However, I was spoiled and my parents would buy only seedless watermelon or pick out the black seeds for me. Worry came over my face as I spotted the black seeds in my slice. What was I going to do? There was no time to think or tell someone that I wasn’t going to do well. So I did what I thought would work best, I laid there on my stomach, picking each and every seed out of the melon. Needless to say, I lost. My team was not pleased and I may have been really ashamed of my picky eating habit.

So, having done away with my picky eating years ago, I’m ready to participate in a watermelon eating contest again. I’m going to have a picnic this summer with friends and such. There will be a contest and I may lose but I don’t care, I don’t want to live with this on my shoulders any longer. I’ll announce a date sometime soon so if anyone wants to come, participate, make signs and cheer feel free.

Must start practicing.

Gambling Addiction

Have you ever thought you could easily become addicted to something? I did this weekend. SPMcG’s (previously referred to as Boy, but he didn’t like that) parents invited us – along with his sister and her boyfriend – up to Niagara Falls for the weekend. Did you know this city is one heck of a popular honeymoon destination? It’s also apparently a family favourite vacation spot for March/Spring Break. I had to ask myself why? It’s a fairly shady city. A lot of boarded up businesses and more adult stores than I cared for. I did have a great time, though. Our hotel room was way up on the 30th floor and had an amazing view of the falls. The company was more than I could ask for and a little mini break from work is always welcomed.

We went to the casino on Friday night. Believe it or not, this was my first ever casino visit. I had set a limit for myself. The plan was to leave my wallet with any extra cash and my debit and credit cards at the hotel and only bring the $60 I was willing to lose. I went there with a plan to play roulette, that’s serious casino stuff, right? I wanted to bet it all on red 14, unfortunately, once I got there, I chickened out. I was so intimidated what with everyone else placing chips throughout the board, on lines, in boxes. I was too shy to ask for help. There should be a classroom available at the casino for people like me!

SPMcG and I were into different things, he wanted to play blackjack while I wanted to play it safe with the slots. We decided to separate for an hour. After finding a lovely casino attendant and getting a lesson on the slots, I was inserting my first $20 into the $0.25 slot machine. My 3rd spin brought me $100! A rush came over me. I wanted to cash out and call it a night, but greed got the best of me and I wanted more! I wanted to spoil myself at the Swarovski store in the casino. I hit spin again, another $1 and so on. I was on a roll! I thought it was about time to meet SPMcG, checked the clock and only 20 minutes had passed. WTF was I to do for the next 40 minutes? I walked over to the bar and ordered myself a lychee martini. Slowly drank that, hoping some casino owner would offer me a hotel room for the night, you know, because I’m a high roller at this point. Not.

Half hour before I’m to meet SPMcG, I take a walk around to look for him, a slot machine catches my eye. I stop to play, insert my ticket and start spinning. Ummm… so, SPMcG found me 20 minutes later, glued to the machine and desperate for more money. Why? Well, I lost all of my winnings, plus $0.75 of my own money. I was broken.

He decided to play a card game on the machine, I passed along my ticket to him to use for play, he won me some cash, well only $1.75 but that meant I was back on the plus side. I was walking away with a dollar. He was under the impression that I was ready to cash out and go back to the hotel. It was at this point we both realized that I was well on my way to becoming addicted to gambling. I was heading over to another machine to take chances with my “winnings” and make more. He snapped me out of my temporary daze, walked me over to the cashier and out the door. Addiction was successfully intervened.

Don’t gamble your life away, folks. The thrill isn’t worth it. xo

Oh and you may be wondering what I did with my winnings. You are, aren’t you? Well, I rewarded myself with $30 worth of music from iTunes. And a crushed penny commemorating our trip to Niagara.

Must Buy Dog

You must know by now my sick obsession with infomercials. I think they hideously great! I’ve found my new favourite, are you ready?

The Snuggie has expanded to the pet market. Please tell me you watched the infomercial, if not… see it below. Watch it. I’ll wait.

Let’s break this down:

0:04 – I think this is what dogs do when they find some poop. At least, that’s what my aunt’s dog has done in the past.

0:07 – ummm, looks like the dog doesn’t mind the sweater so much, although I do appreciate the voice over whining.

Wait, must stop and discuss talking dog tag. I suppose you could use it for it’s intended use, “Hi! My name is Tilly, I live at 123 Main St. Please take me home.” Or you could have fun with it, “Meow, meow, meow” or “butter, milk, eggs“.

Now, must find reasonable excuse to buy dog.

Alright, that’s enough of that

Again with the bashing.

I have half a mind to flag all of the comments following that story as inappropriate.

Although, I’m sure if Vancouver fans saw the commercial that plays prior to each Leafs home game, which depicts the Leafs as “Canada’s Team” and “the only Canadian hockey team with 6 home arenas” there’d be more where this latest article came from.

Come on, boys. Shut these Vancouver folk up and win a game already! You’re making it too easy for them.

p.s. Go Yankees!