It should be it's own food group...

Ahh..chocolate..what would I do without you? Tonight, my sister really wanted those no-bake chocolate cookies - you know with the oatmeal. If you don't know what I am talking about, all you really need to know is that they are REALLY good. And addictive. She tried hinting at me to make them but I......didn't, so she made them herself. They were really good, as usual. Made even better by the fact that I did not in fact have to make them myself. Thanks Colette!!! So today's favourite thing is the chocolate oatmeal no-bake cookies..you know what I am talking about. They probably have a name but I honestly don't know what it is.

A healthy choice for a change.....

Once again, I have to mention that my sister is awesome. She bought kohlrabi and cut it up so I could take it with me to work (as I may have mentioned previously, I like reaping the benefit without doing the work). I love kohlrabi. I am not entirely sure why. My mom always grew it in her garden and I always loved eating it. It's like a turnip but not as bitter. It is one of my favourite vegetables. Homegrown kohlrabi don't seem to get as big but they are homegrown so thatmeans they are pretty awesome in their own right.

I thought I lost it

Last Saturday, I bought the "Corner Gas" DVDs for seasons 3 and 4. I watched them all by yesterday morning. Unfortunately, the second disc of Season 4 had a scratch on it so I couldn't actually watch parts of at least two of the episodes, so I exchanged them yesterday. My sister dropped me off at work afterward so I just left them in the car. Last night, my sister (who is pretty darn awesome) picked me up at work at midnight. I mentioned something about the DVDs and she said she didn't remember seeing them. This made me start to think that I had left them in the shopping cart at the grocery store rather than puttin them in the car. I was kind of worried about them but not enough to actually check the car. Eventually, I did check the car but only because to not would have been the heights of laziness seeing as I was two feet away from it. They were sitting right in plain sight for which I was greatly relieved. So I was very glad that the things I thought were lost were not lost at all.

It tastes better because I did none of the work.

I am a fan of fruits and vegetables but I probably don't eat as much of them as I should. Actually, there is no probably about it. I am not a huge fan of cutting things up so that they are edible, which why I rarely buy brocolli, cauliflower, melons or any number of other fruits and/or vegetables. Last week, my sister bought a cantaloupe for me. It sat there unmoving (like melons are wont to do) for a week. Yesterday my sister broke down and cut it up. Tonight, when I was watching Chuck after work, I ate half of it. The only difference in the melon before and after was that now it was easily edible and I am extremely lazy.

Drip drip drip goes the water

Last night, I didn't get to bed early, as per usual. That wouldn't have been bad if when I did get to bed, I didn't have an unceasing drip going on around me. I got up to check on it once and I couldn't find anything. I thought it had stopped so I was almost asleep when I heard it again. I reached above my head and it was all damp. Not good. That's when I noticed the water leaking in through the window. Pretty much just gushing down the wall. I grabbed some towels but that really didn't do anything because the water continued to find ways to run down the wall. It seemed pretty determined that way.
I pushed my bed away from the wall and, low and behold, there was a huge pile of water on the floor. Like from one end of the room to the other. So I started piling all of my stuff that was on the floor onto the bed. Note to self: don't keep so much crap on the floor. Apart from some damp books, yarn, etc nothing was damaged too badly. It also helped answer the burning question of whether or not I need some of my stuff. I do not. After this, I threw some of the damp towels in the laundry room. That is when I noticed the puddle in the laundry room. "This is going to be a fun night," I think to myself. So I started rearranging crap in my room, I brought my broken closet pieces to the furnace room. I started to go up the stairs a few times to tell my sister that I am floating away but figured she wouldn't appreciate it. Apparently, I wasn't as quiet as I thought (which, to be honest, was an accomplishment because I didn't think I was being quiet at all.), because my sister had woken up anyway. I was correct in assuming she wouldn't be impressed at being woken up at 4am.
She helped me lay out some towels to soak up some of the water and even made up the futon for me so that I would actually get some sleep. So I changed out of my pj bottoms which were now soaked due to the whole dragging in the water issue and went up to the futon to sleep. Wishful thinking on my part. It took me two hours to get to sleep, by which point I had bored of changing movie titles to incorporate flooding basements, dripping, or sleep deprivation (The Loudness of the Drips; DRiPPER; When Drippy met Floody; Scream; Waterworld; Sleepless in Ottawa; Wet and Wetter; Dripping Water, Flooding Basement; etc). I eventually got to sleep and, today when I eventually woke up, I continued cleanup. Unfortunately, I didn't get my sheets in the machine in time for me to actually be able to use them tonight. Luckily, my sister is awesome and she put them in the machine and had them dry by the time I got home from French class. So yay! Hopefully, tonight won't be a repeat of last night, although there is less stuff on the floor to get wet tonight.