Here's another piece of history you didn't know about me. When I was in my 20's (about 10 years ago...NOT!)...I had my own gift basket business. Hated it....BUT I did have an artistic flair and these Stagette Gift boxes got my creative juices flowing again. Between the artwork, the painting, the drilling, the stickering and getting all the supplies for the gift boxes at TARGET....there was one more thing that had to be done on THE LIST.
Here's something you need to know...making strudels in the Hamptons is very different from making strudels at home in Toronto.
Some of the issues include:
1. The eggs
2. The size of the eggs
3. The color of the eggs
4. The misleading information on the side of the egg carton
5. The brand of flour
6. The location of the utensils in the kitchen ( I can never find them)
7. The small child on the battery operated motorcycle driving through the kitchen waving and yelling Hiiiiiiiiii!!!
8. The Apples (There was nothing wrong with the apples. The purchaser of the apples (Steve) thought that the recipe called for 6 apples no matter what size, when it clearly called for 8 small apples OR 6 large ones. He returned with 6 small apples and stated that it was be fine as long as you spread them out.
9. Did I mention the eggs?
10. Here's where it gets sketchy...
THE MAIN UTENSIL FOR THE DOUGH
My niece has a state of the art kitchen, with state of the art equipment... with the exception of .......
THE ROLLING PIN.
Big Green Egg). I am really tempted to purchase one of these babies. The only issue..I'm leary about walking away from this thing while it is "smoking". My fear is that it will take off like a UFO along with the contents of our meal and there goes dinner. Mr. G.'s grandparents joined us for the afternoon and evening (and grandpa was the lucky recipient of a piece of strudel for the trip back to Long Island). Our stay was quickly coming to an end (I still had two full days left) but Steve and my nephew had to get back to work.
So now we were alone. The grown men had left and we had a plan in place for my last two days. We need to talk about Gavin's rehab program that has been set into place for the past few months. You see, at the tender age of 2, he has become a Children's Show Junkie.
Pinterest. If you haven't already become a PINTEREST addict....DON'T DO IT ! It will consume your life and you will never create, cook, wear or do half of the things YOU have PINNED. I'm never giving it up by the way....and to be honest with you ...if I could PIN for a living I would.
Back to YO GABBA GABBA. This is the type of children's show that makes you want to poke yourself repeatedly in both eyes. It's loud. It's irritating. It's downright obnoxious. To keep our sanity in check we turned to our computers. After giving in to two episodes, I overheard my niece state that his shows were now over and it was time to give Mommy a turn with the TV. This is when our peaceful afternoon took a turn down hells highway.
A stage of development in which toddler behavior is a particular challenge.
epic, and it's often been written off as the Terrible Twos. (Somewhat similar to what I behave like when Steve flips on Hillbilly Hand Fishin and Swamp People)
"Epic" was the word of the day. What ensued after the YO GABBA disconnection was this....a full out tantrum with Mr. G. right up in my niece's face screaming YO GABBA GABBA! YO GABBA GABBA! YO GABBA GABBA! YO GABBA GABBA! YO GABBA GABBA! YO YO YO !!!
We're on our way
To help a friend
And save the day
We're not too big
And we're not too tough
But when we work together
We've got the right stuff
Gooooooo, Wonder Pets, ya'ay!
Here's the chronological chain of events:
At 8:00 p.m. 13 players are expected to arrive
At 8:30 p.m. there were 6 players on the bench (legally they need 7 players for a game)
Steve was their 7th man
Steve stopped for gas (one more time)
Steve was 5 minutes late
Steve arrived at 8:35 p.m.
The game was forfeited due to lack of players
8:45 p.m. Steve went home to thaw out over a half chicken dinner from Swiss Chalet.
Moving on to Day 7: STARGAZING in the EAST HAMPTONS.
Each and every time I have been out to visit, we've never had the chance to drive to the Eastern portion of the Hamps. This is where you will find the homes of Jerry Seinfeld, Sarah Jessica Parker and Kelsey Grammer. As well as homes belonging to the cast members of The Real Housewives of New York (which I'm hooked on watching when not PINTERING). I was determined to see one of these real housewives when we went out to sightsee on Tuesday.
Now that you have actually made it to this part...which surprises me because this could very well be the world's longest blog post....I'm going to wind up with the last key notes from the journey home + the day after I arrived back in Toronto. Good news and Bad News....
- Held up the security line again with my granny grocery cart which refused to fold up
- started talking to random travellers who had similar blackberrys as mine...I wanted to see if they also had problems retaining their battery life...(this was only bad news for those folks that I approached so I'm putting this under this category)
- Boarded Air Canada Flight 712 - La Guardia to Toronto ON TIME (this is only in the bad news category because I don't like flying)
- My seatmate was a young lady who laughed out loud at the mini screen set into the seat in front of us for the entire flight.
- The flight attendant handed me free pretzels and I lost them. I have no idea where they went but later found them at the bottom of my broken "FOOIE".
- Landed in Toronto ON TIME (this sounds like good news but wait until the next bullet)
- They wouldn't let us OFF the plane.
- A severe storm rolled through just after we landed and we were placed in an EMERGENCY RED ZONE with every single incoming flight in the entire world until the GATEKEEPERS could bring us in. *I could have flown to Europe in less time.
THE GOOD NEWS
DAY 9: I get a call from my niece at my office...she was unsure but thinks there is a Star Sighting in a nice uptown restaurant in the City.
|Ramona Singer of ....|
at least they all had their eyes open.