A Matter of Perspective, I guess

Now this is just me talking here, but I think they may need to consider a name change for the Hotel Grand Paradise.

Hmmm....

Say it in Singlish

Actually this could just be a British thing.

Either way, it drives me up a wall.



American English: "erbs"

Singlish: "herbs" --as in, they pronounce the "H".



There's this herbal body cream commercial that keeps playing and everytime I hear it, it's like fingernails on a chalkboard.

It's "ERBS" people. The "H" is silent.

Ok. I'm done now.

Snakes on a plane

Did you all read this story today?

Baby pythons escape during flight in Australia

Four friggin' baby pythons escaped from the cargo area during a flight in Australia. Are you friggin' kidding me?!!! Seriously. Why would this even be a possibility? Wouldn't they insure that snakes would be properly secured? Especially. On. An. Airplane!!!! I mean the rest of us have to be practically strip searched before we get on board. Wouldn't someone think "Hey, we should really make sure these deadly snakes don't get out and kill everyone on board"? I mean really. Wouldn't that be on the top of the security list?

Most of you know that Singapore is fairly close to Australia. It is frequented by many Aussies during their "holidays" (also known in America as vacations). I'm a little uneasy about this now. If these kids are gonna start taking snakes on planes with them, I think they may need to think of a new vacation spot.

Singapore is already chocked full of snakes. We need no more. Every month I hear a new story about someone in our neighborhood having to call our maintenance guys to have them removed from areas in and around their homes. They're so bad that when I first met some of the wives here, they told me to always check the toilet for snakes before I sat down because it's not uncommon for them to pop up through the pipes.

Have you ever had to pee in fear? I do it every morning at 7 am when I cannot hold it any longer. What makes matters worse is that our toilets are navy blue. You practically need a flashlight to see up in there anyway.

I need to do some research before our next big move. I think I'm going to Google "Places in USA with little to no snakes".

Mr. Dentist man and his drugs

Last week I unexcitedly went to the military dentist. I had to have a cavity redone because apparently the crap the last dentist put in my tooth wasn't doing it's job. Super fun.

So when I go in there, they give me a shot to numb my mouth. And I waited. Half an hour rolled by and all I had was a mild tingling, but that's about it. Because I'm kind of terrified of pain, I told Mr. Dentist man that I need twice the amount of drugs that most people require because my body is stubborn.

That could be true. I'm mildly sure that my mom told me that once. However, I wouldn't put my life on it. Drugs smrugs. Fill er up.

Mr. Dentist man then pumped a lot of stuff into my jaw. It went numb in 30 seconds. And then it stayed that way. For a LONG time. I felt nothing in the whole right side of my face for seven hours following the procedure. It was amusing for the first two hours. Then when I got hungry, I was no longer amused. I couldn't eat for fear that I would unknowingly chew off my dead lip. So I sat there and poked myself in the face to see if I could wake up the numbed nerves. It's a no go in case you were wondering. I had to wait for food until like 9pm. So yeah, moral of the story: don't lie to your dentist about how much of the drugs your body requires.

It made me think of Little David's trip to the dentist.



I really feel for the kid.

Binderlicious

Remember the day I busted out of the house to get recipe binder ingredients? Well, after a SATC and gummi bear marathon for two days, I finished it. Um sort of. It's going to be a constant work in progress. I'll be constantly adding recipes as I get them. But it's finished for now.

I am so excited about it that I had to put it on the blog.

So here's the binder I got. Before I did anything to it. Yes Mom, it's pink. I thought you'd be excited.
And I bought some black construction paper. (The only package left in the entire store.)

And I got three different types of plastic sleeves. Here we have regular single sheet sleeves, four pouch post card-sized sleeves and double pouch half page-sized sleeves. Notice how most of the words are in Japanese? That was fun.So I busted out my "creative" supplies. I dislike the word "craft" because it reminds me of old women in the 80s who used lots of yarn, cotton balls and puff paint to make hideous monstrosities. Mine are "creative" supplies.


Here is the finished outside of my recipe binder. I'm mildly obsessed with it. Aaron didn't believe that I actually did it all by myself.

Hmph.

Inside, I have cover pages for each section. They are a lil cheesy, but sometimes I like cheesy.

For some of my recipes, I had to glue them to the black construction paper.

For others, I had to put them into the specialized plastic sleeves. See how the index cards fit great into the postcard-sized pouches? Now I can read both the front and back. Or I can even take them out if I want.

So yeah. I really like it. It's way cooler than the ones I saw at the bookstores. It'd be even cooler if I had a Hobby Lobby around here. I guess I'll just have to wait on that.