You can dress them up but you can’t take them out: The Oscars 2013

I do not follow Hollywood much. Sure, I have a couple of main crushes (Seth McFarlane, please marry me. Seriously. Also, Mark Wahlberg? Yum.) and girl crushes too (obsessing over Jennifer Lawrence now) but if you asked me about the who’s who, I couldn’t tell you much. With that being said, I think I expected more of the Oscars’ Red Carpet. I am a sucker for a pretty dress and was so excited to see all the gorgeous designs. And I did! Oh the gowns were amazing! However, when they stopped the actresses to speak with them… Cue horrid screeching car accident sound.

To me, when I think of Hollywood-and public figures for that matter-I would expect them to carry themselves well and speak eloquently and be all regal and devine. Ok, not the case in real life, I know. But! I think I was expecting a bit more of out these people. I was too dazzled by some of the dresses to be making notes of who said what, and I understand that speaking to a reporter in front of a camera must be nerve wracking, but I was very disappointed.

I think as a society, we put famous people on such a pedestal they become inhuman. With this comes the expectation to dazzle us 24/7. And they don’t. They can’t. They are human. However, they could probably take a few “how to speak to reporters” classes or “how to stand up straight” classes… Not entirely sure what help is warranted here but some of these people need some class…es.

Classic Hollywood of regal elegance has deteriorated into a picture. These women are absolutely beautiful now as they ever were but don’t carry themselves the same way. Some can walk the walk but can’t talk the talk.

I don’t know. I think I was expecting Audrey Hepburn… and all I got was Kristen Stewart.

Absolutely Lovely
Kristen Stewart looks like death. Stand with confidence, comb your hair, slap on a smile, and please wear a dress that fits.
Classic Elegance
For God’s sake! Get a new friggen hair ‘do-you’ve had the same one since I was in grade school-and stand up tall. Life can’t suck that bad! Frumpy.
Absolutely elegant.
Absolutely beautiful.
Love this.

Are you my mother? : My heritage search continues, part I

I am sure everyone has read this book or has had it read to them. Unlike the poor little bird in the book, I have always known who my mother is. And I knew who her mother was. And I know somewhere along the lines I am French-Canadian, a little Scottish, some German and maybe something else. I have always wanted to know where, exactly, I came from. I’m not talking birds and bees-I have an insatiable need to find out where I came from, exactly. I want to know why I was brought up the way I was and if there are any queer bits that are unique to make me who I am today.

First, let me illustrate this with finding out the origin of Chinese Pie. Shepard’s Pie, as everyone else calls it, is a yummy little combination of mashed potatoes, corn, and burger. I grew up calling it Chinese Pie. Why? Back in the day while the railroads were being built, railroad companies hired a ton of immigrants including both French Canadians and Chinese. This was easy and cheap to make so voila, Chinese Pie. The French Canadians took this dish back home to their families, they usually ended up in Mill Towns (like my family in Lowell) and you’ve got people like me hundreds of years later calling it Chinese Pie.

This is the kind of stuff I am interested in. Plus the fact that I want to relate to a culture and understand why I do the things I do (pickled herring and saurkraut for breakfast??).

I joined last spring for a few months and did an ok job finding out some things. Since then, the 1940 census has been released on the site and more and more people have been making family trees. I re-joined again yesterday to see what more I could find and it was like hitting the jackpot! I have only really worked on my maternal side and have traced a couple family lines back to the early 1600s.

Now, I thought maybe I was French by way of Canada-I mean, they had to get there sometime, right? I was thinking ok, maybe they came to Canada before they came to America. Nope. You wanna know who my 11th great-grandfather is?? Chief Henri Membertou of the Mi’kmaq people in Acadia. For real. My mother’s entire side was pretty much the makeup of the new colonies up there. Plus I am apparently very very distantly related to a 17th century super star.

Sidenote: I went to a fortune teller for the first time to get a reading. She asked me if I came from royalty (I wish!) because she felt I had blue blood. My relation to him doesn’t entirely explain that. However, she told me that I have a guardian. She asked if I ever felt that I was in a situation in which I should not have survived. I’ve had some freaky experiences and so I answered yes. She then proceeded to tell me about this guardian. He was very tall and looked native. She kept telling me how he as tall and fit and if I knew him. I don’t know any natives, so I told her no. I secretly thanked this unknown native for his protection and kind of kept it at the back of my mind. Until today! According to wikipedia and other online sources, Jesuit Pierre Biard has described this gentleman the same way the psychic described my guardian. Now, I normally don’t buy any of that crap, but seriously, in addition to this guardian thing, this lady was spot on. Maybe she isn’t full of crap? Just thought it was a freaky-neat correlation.

So, I have traced some of my family back to the 1600s. I haven’t done a ton of research on this yet, but it seems that everyone lived extremely long lives for the time periods in which they lived. I’m going to take this as a good sign. So I have begun, slowly, to see that my family is more or less native to Nova Scotia.I did find that the British sent up some ships of men and threw out a bunch of french canadians off their land (actually a super sad story, see Expulsion of Canadians) in which some of my ancestor’s family members ended up in Louisiana!

Right now I am putting together the people and the dates. I  can’t wait to start putting together events and dive into who they were as a people rather than just names and dates.

I haven’t explored my paternal side yet. I am excited to see what that brings. But for now, I have a good base to begin explaining at least some things in my life. Wish me luck on this voyage! It’s going to be quite an interesting ride!

Have you ever wondered where you came from?



Sick and Tired aka Woe Is Me aka Help Me Feel Better

Tissue Box Cover 1940's Vintage Wallpaper in Bronze Gold Grasscloth Texture

I hate being sick. I am a (pretty) big baby when it comes to having a cold. I am more of a “woe is me” type rather than the “I am dying” type. With that being said, I will do anything to make myself feel better.

Here’s what the docs have to say:

Drink more water.

Get more sleep.

Take your vitamins.

Ok, check, check, and check. Now what?

I have a virus. There is nothing you can do to cure a virus. Everyone has some sort of trick their mom’s used when they were kids to help them feel better. Mine would give me Diet Pepsi and fudge for an upset stomach. It worked too. I get the Pepsi-it had bubbles-but the fudge? Was it just another excuse to eat fudge? I don’t know. Can’t hurt, though, right? My dad’s side of the family is big into Hot Toddies. Personally, I like Tylenol and bitching about how I don’t feel good.

This time, I took Coldcalm (from the makers of Oscillococcium which I had heard great things about) and Airborne. Jury is still out on the Coldcalm. However I have always had great results taking Airborne. It doesn’t make you better but I really do think it shortens the life of your cold. Next time I get sick, I will experiment and take just the Coldcalm to see if it works at all.

What do you do when you’re sick to feel better? (help!)

Rainbow Sweet and Sour Chicken

Leftovers… Mmmmm.

I love sweet and sour chicken. I think my love is really just in the sweet and sour sauce to be honest. Every time I go out for a night on the town, I MUST have chicken nuggets. The limo driver for my bachelorette party was even nice enough to pull through Micky D’s so I could indulge in my absolute need for chicken nuggets and sweet and sour sauce. Truth be told, I would be totally ok with just licking the sweet and sour sauce of the nuggets and tossing them.
You can only imagine my elation when I found this recipe. Sweet and Sour Chicken made at home! I’ve tweaked the recipe a bit to fit my lifestyle and that is what I am going to post here because the original recipe is actually two recipes.

I made this this week because the chicken was only $1.99 a pound and the peppers were only $1.99 a pound (both usually at least 1.00 more!). I’ve also figured out that this is about 325 calories a serving (6 servings).


Part I: Chicken

  • -egg white
  • -1 tsp cornstarch
  • -2-3 chicken breasts, cubed (I think it was about 2 pounds of chicken…ish)
  • -1 tbsp oil for “frying” (I used veggie)

Part II:

  • -1 yellow pepper, cubed
  • -1 orange pepper, cubed
  • -1 red pepper, cubed
  • -1/2 large white onion, cubed (you can probably use any onion and have it taste good except for red onions; I’m not sure those would taste quite the same)
  • -1 tsp ground ginger or 1 tbs fresh grated (I keep a chunk of ginger in the freezer but I used ground ginger this time because of pure laziness)
  • -1 lg can pineapple chunks with juice reserved
  • -1 tsp oil for pan (again, veggie)

Part III: Sauce

  • -1/2 c brown sugar
  • -1/2 c white vinegar
  • -1/2 c ketchup
  • -1/2 c pineapple juice from can
  • -1/2 tsp salt
  • -2-3 tbsp cornstarch

1. Toss the cubed chicken, cornstarch, and egg white together in a bowl to coat the chicken. Allow this to sit while you cut and cube your veggies and make your sauce.

2. Whisk together all ingredients of your sauce except for the cornstarch. Set aside.

3. Turn large pan on high heat and add oil. Coat the bottom of the pan and allow the oil to heat up. Cook chicken so all sides are browned. The middles may still be pink, you are going to let them cook more later. Set the chicken aside.

4. Add the extra oil to the pan and add veggies. Add ginger. Fry for 1 minute. Add pineapples, and HALF the sauce to the pan (keep other half reserved).

5. Once the sauce has started to simmer, add chicken. Cook together until chicken is cooked through. (Maybe 4-5 minutes, but that could be a bit long, so watch it)

6. While this is cooking, whisk together the cornstarch and remaining sauce to make a slurry. Add this when the chicken is almost done. Stir in the remaining sauce and allow the sauce to congeal a bit. Serve.

I served this over white rice. You could use brown rice or a rice noodle or a pasta, but I used white rice. My husband really enjoyed this. This was one of the first recipes I used when I started to become domestic we started dating. I have also used green peppers when the fun colored ones aren’t on sale and it came out very yummy too. You can add carrots and celery or any veggies you like in your meal and it should have good results.



Three Reasons I Wear Heels

I love shoes. When saving and spending money, I always put it in shoe perspective. Example: Going out to eat = $60.00. That is two ok pairs of shoes or one half-decent pair of shoes. Or 30% off a $200.00 bill… Again, one to two pairs of shoes. That is how much I love shoes.

I especially love tall shoes-high heeled beauties.

So it is no wonder I love to wear said shoes (again, kind of a given). And not for the reason you think. No, not for the sole fact (pun intended) that I love shoes. Here are three reasons I wear high heels.

1.    1. They make me taller: Well, duh. That’s the point. But I am already 5’7’’ without my shoes on. Slap a pair of 5” bad Larry’s on my tootsies and I am an even 6’. A 6 foot tall girl walking around gets a lot more attention than some 5’3’’ miniature.  Plus, I like to pretend I’m some crazy supermodel.

2.     2.People can’t see my roots: Like I said, I get tall. Sometimes I don’t have time to get a good highlight in and my roots grow out. I’m a natural blonde but not to the extent I like to keep my hair at. So, by weeks 8-10 you can start to see the top of my head turning darker than the rest of my hair. Emmmmbarrassing. So, with heels, only people over 6’ tall can see my roots really coming in. With that being said, I think statistics are in my favor in the fact that not a whole lot of people are actually that tall.

Ok, so they aren’t that bad, but you get the idea.

3.     3. They make me skinnier: Here is my main reason. I’ve illustrated this idea in a diagram below. You take two girls. Both are 150 pounds. Make one girl 5’, one 5’6”. Who is skinnier? The tall girl. So! Take a girl who is 5’7” and X amount of pounds (I’ll let your imagination take this one… make me skinny please), add 5-6 inches and ta-daa! Insta-diet without the diet part. Seriously.


You can eat your lettuce. I’m going to have me a burger and a new pair of shoes on the side.

Happy Friday!


Bonus Reason: Weapons

I’m wearing these to work today. They could totally double as some sort of weapon. That pointy heel could poke an eye out and that toe (that extends a good 2″ from my own) could really do some damage. Oh the joys of being a girl 🙂