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  • “You have extraordinary attention to detail. You took care of the little things (like the place setting utensil twine and the food platter you sent up to the girls’ room) that we didn’t even think about. We’d be able to tell future clients to feel confident that everything will be taken of with style, even the things they may not have thought of beforehand.” – John, on his wedding

Friday, May 27, 2011

To the construction worker with the gas-powered concrete saw...

who's using it promptly at 7:00am.  This one is for you.

May your coffee today be luke warm.
May your lunch be made not quite the way you like it.
May your vehicle get ticketed

May you be inconvenienced as much as all the residence of this neighbourhood who are not early morning risers and believe that sometimes birds are a better wake up call than a industrial gas-powered diamond edged concrete saw going full tilt.
(Especially directly outside my bedroom window.)

Definitely not nice in my books.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Sunday was a bright day... yesterday.

Mondays are always rough, it doesn't help to have an overcast day but we roll with it and keep going since its one of those cool and wet spring days.

As you can see we've finally got the "Pages" function figured out and its being implemented into our blog, which I think we can now safely call our "blog-site". Its certainly more like a hybrid now.

Anyhow I thought I'd share some of the "me" in the blog lately since I've been going the whole gamut of videos, sonnets and even a eulogy for one of my appliances. Alas its another Monday full of things to do, places to visit and people to connect with.

Sunday is supposedly relaxing but it seems to be more a strategic and weekly planning day. Traditionally Sunday is suppose to be the day of rest. But I don't think that factors in well with being a social entrepreneur. So with that I leave you with two songs. One seems to fit the spring Sunday....

...and the other is a great pick me up.  CRANK it up if you're feeling blue with a case of the "Mondays"

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Death of a Toaster

After many dedicated years of service the toaster has finally given up the ghost.

Its only when you realize how handy a single-use item like a toaster is, that you actually miss it. Now I'm reduced to either popping slices or bagles in the oven or tossing them on the pan with melted butter. Since the oven takes too long and I enjoy melted butter it kinda works better anyhow. Still, I miss having a toaster.

Which begs the question, Kitchen-Aid or Cuisin-art? I'd be remiss on an opportunity to add a bit of colour to the counter, but then again, we don't have a lot of counter space!

Anyhow this is meant to be a quick post, but on a culinary note. I've been having fun with Fennel!
Braised Fennel works wonders with seared Salmon or for that matter ANYTHING BBQ'ed and seared. Its got such a sweet taste that it would definitely compliment something BBQ'ed and I imagine that it would do well with a nice white wine!

Monday, May 2, 2011

To tweet or not to tweet?

That is the question. So much so that I thought of writing this. Well Shakespeare wrote it. I just modified it to my own thoughts. Its quite apt.

To tweet, or not to tweet, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the possible time suckage arrows of outrageous time spent tweeting,
Or to take arms against a sea of the social media band wagon,
And by opposing end them? To poke?, to tweet?,
No more; and by a sleep to say we (actually stop trolling on the net)
The eye-ache, and the thousands of irresistible posts
That refresh is inherent to: 'tis a time consummation
Devoutly to be wished to be followed. To post, to spam;
To spam, perchance to connect. Of something useful– aye, there's the rub:
For in that spam of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause – there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the flames and dislikes of the net,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy tweets,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare blogkin? World web spidering bears,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country of entrepreneurship from whose bourn
No entrepreneur returns, puzzles the will, challenges the spirit
And makes us rather bear those ills we have to try something new
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus popular trends does make bandwagoneers of us all,
And thus the native hue of screen resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thoughtful content,
And enterprises of great promotion and marketing,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Muse! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my tweetful inspirations remembered.[1]

Originally by that awesome dude Shakespeare ( mod by Rolo)