How NOT to make smores.

"What did the camper say to the other camper?" 

I want smore.......... ( I  know, I know, don't quit my day job right? )

I have a story. Some may find it a funny story. Some may find it a scary story.  I found it the story of a lifetime.

For Christmas, my brother and sister-in-law bought my husband a smores kit. Not just any ol' smores kit, but a fun, kid loving, can't wait to try it kinda smores kit.


While camping, Dawson (my son) fell off the monkey bars (like 9feet tall monkey bars). Thinking that the smores kit would take his mind off of the pain, we decided to let him start by roasting the marshmellows.
Traditionally, one would place a marshmallow on the end of a skewer or stick and hold it close to the flame of the campfire. This would warm the marshmallow and when placed inside two graham crackers with chocolate, the marshmallow would soften or melt the chocolate for a yummy treat. Well, since we don't do anything the "traditional" way, Dawson's marshmellow caught on fire. NORMALLY, you would blow the flame out, and continue to use the yummy marshmellow. Now this may be a little graphic, if you can't handle it, stop reading NOW.....
Dawson pulled the skewer out of the fire and brought it up to his face to blow out the marshmellow.
BUT, instead of it reaching his mouth, the flaming marshmellow flung off the skewer, hit the side of his head, caught in his hair still flaming. He jumped up, screaming at the top of his lungs and smacking the side of his head to get the flames out. Upon smacking out the flames, my poor boy smashed the marshmellow into his ear. Yep, you got it, flaming marshmellow in the crevices of his ear! Thankfully my dear friend Shannon and her husband Jeff quickly came to their senses and took the icepack of his leg (remember monkey bar fall) and placed on his ear.
A 40 minute drive to the emergency room, a good ear cleaning, some bandages, and we're good to go!
The moral of the story......LET THE FLAMING MARSHMELLOW BURN OFF IN THE FIRE!

The culprit.

How we "safely" cooked smores the next night.

The hunt

I am an addict. Yes, I admit it, I am a yard sale junkie. I, like many other of you closet yard salers, can't resist a good garage sale.  There's something about going through someone else's stuff. Or maybe it's the hunt, the hunt for a bargain. That's probably the case for me, I have serious issues buying anything at full price. BUT!! I find good stuff!! My mother and my sister-in-law, and possibly Jen would totally disagree with me and think I'm a total dolt, but hey, it's not for everyone.  BUT, it is for me.

Just look at those crackles!!

Who wouldn't want to go sledding in the 50's. Just look at this beauty!

Look!! At those tracks!  I would surely die if I had to go down a hill on that skinny thing!

$2.00.  Yep, that's all I paid for this beauty.  That is not a typo. $2.00. 

Thought this was super neato. It has the stickers still on it from the places it's been. 

Pretty worn, but it is from 1959.

Who doesn't love little medicine bottles?

 Not as cool as I had hoped, but still a cool weigh scale.

New York! New York!

I am a terrible blogger. Half the time I don't know what to say, the other half, I get distracted and simply forget. *squirrel!* So, here I am, ready to do another post! I am way behind on blogging so will catch up with my most recent sessions this upcoming week. But first, I'd like to do a little post about this past weekend.
My most generous in-laws blessed us with a trip to New York City for our Christmas present a couple of years ago and life got in the way of us going. Death, babies, jobs etc. So, my sister-in-law Chantal and I finally took our long awaited journey.  Bright and early Thursday morning we headed to Porter Airport (on the island). Traffic and rain made our drive a long one, but we were so excited it went super quick.
We were very excited to see that the flight said "early" on the board so we ran through the airport to get to the counter in order to not be late. Welllllll.....if anyone knows what it's like to fly with me, NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING goes my way on flight day. The flight was not early, instead it was delayed and then a few minutes later, CANCELED.!  Yep, our flight to NYC was canceled due to rain!!
Ugh, what a drag. BUT, we were still in good spirits, knowing full well that no matter what, "we were going to NYC today". Porter Airlines was fantastic and shuttled us over to Pearson International Airport and took us directly to our teeny weeny little plane.
SO, at this point, we are about 4 hours behind schedule, hungry (there's no food at that airport) but still excited! 
We arrived safe and sound and took our 45 minute cab ride to our hotel. S-C-A-R-I-E-S-T ride of my entire life. A few minutes in I knew that in order to make it to the hotel I would not be able to look out the front window. Seriously people, cabbies are faster. more aggressive drivers than Nascar.  Park Avenue, aaahhh. Did I say Park Avenue?  That's where our fabulous hotel was. It was super chic and the concierge was amazing!! Oh, and did I mention that at this point we had driven a car, taken two ferry rides, been on a bus, been on a plane, and been in a cab? Planes, trains and automobiles.....
Okay, well I won't drone on and on about our entire weekend but I will tell you our highlights of the weekend. (touristy things we saw and did)
* empire state building (glad I saw it, but it didn't excite me really)
* double decker bus
* Roxy's at Time's Square (biggest and I mean BIGGEST corn beef sandwiches EVER)
* Central Park (so pretty and quaint)
* ground zero ( I really thought it was going to 'move' me but it's a construction site now:( so I was bummed)
* St.Patrick's Cathedral (soooooooo super amazing. I was in awe)
* Broadway show-AMAZING!! (loved every second of it and it was my first time!)
* shop, shop, shop ( yep, we did lots of that )
* walk, walk, walk ( seriously, we must've walked like 20 miles in 3 days )
* Trump Towers ( expensive looking, DUH!)
* massage (ahhhhh)
* spend quality time together (so nice, cheesy but true)
* NYC subway at rushhour on a Friday. ( you need to shower after you get off )

                                                             St.Patrick's Cathedral.

                                  If you look really closely you can see our hands below the arrow.

This was soooo cool. You take a piece of paper, you write your hopes and dreams for the next year, then on NewYear's Eve when the ball drops at Time's Square, all of the paper falls out like confetti.

                                        I think Jen and Kelly were there, and wrote this one :)

                                                                     Times Square

                                          Times Square again, but on Saturday night

                                        Me: OH MY GOODNESS HE'S GOING TO JUMP!
                                           Double decker guide: No, it's spider-man......

                                       Oh the things we'll do when we're on vacation.....

                     Oh the things your sister-in-law will make you do when you're on vacation............

Fuzzy Wieners!

Okay, so many of you know that when photographing children I will count down 3, 2, 1 and say "fuzzy wieners". A photography teacher once said she did it, I tried it, and it made the kids laugh.
SO, while with my new friends (I use that word loosely) at a restaurant, they wanted me to take their picture. SO, I did the regular countdown. 3,2,1 and yelled FUZZY WIENERS!!! Well let me tell you. Americans have dirty minds!! A fuzzy wiener to them is not the same fuzzy wiener to me.
SO, with that said, I will no longer be using the term "fuzzy wiener" but instead will use the word "fuzzy pickle". Apparently since they fry those down there, it is an acceptable word :) Thanks to Vu Bui for reminding me of my eccentricism (yes, it's a word in my world) and telling me that I needed a #9 to add to yesterday's post. This post's for you :)

Here are a few shots of my retro girls. Kerry, you're super lucky that you hid while I took these "chin" pictures. I may have to photoshop a picture of you using the liquify key.









Ah, Balydia, what's got you so mesmerized?