Category Archives: Fun Stuff


Hey peeps just a reminder to toodle on over to “Such a Nice Surprise” Spring Boutique where I am selling my deliciously delightful Gourmet Goodies.

  • Apricot Orange Chutney – great accompaniment for Lamb, Beef, Chicken
  • Cabernet Wine Jelly – serve with cheese, crackers, over cream cheese etc.
  • Gourmet Chili Sauce – makes everything a gazillion times tastier
  • Chocolate Raspberry Sauce – try it on a banana filled crepe – HEAVEN
  • Caramel Apple Pie – ice cream, pancakes, or straight from the jar
  • Pecan Praline – in a tart or as a topping, you can’t go wrong

With so many upcoming events (Easter, Mothers Day, Fathers Day, graduation etc.) you are certain to find something wonderful.

Runs April 13 – 16 from 11am until 8 pm

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What the hey?  It’s April and we are still getting dumped on with snow?  I would give anything to be back here:

Rainbow Tower, Hilton Hawaiian Village

A room with a view:

From our window on the 31st floor

I love looking at all of the sailboats in the harbor.  Can you believe I never ventured over to the other window to take a few snaps of our beach? 

Venturing out on the lava rocks

While Mr. Farish was busy working I was busy visiting all of my favorite places:

Sunning … Eating … Shopping… Eating … Visiting … Eating … Remembering … Eating … Snorkeling … Eating … Relaxing … Eating … Hiking … Eating … Meeting … Eating … Chinatown … Eating … International Market Place … Eating… North Shore Waves … Lobster… Cemetaries… Roadside Shrimp Stands … Lobster … but best of all …  Time with my man … Heaven!


In a few short hours Mr. Farish and I will be boarding a plane for Hawaii.  A spur of the moment vacation for me and a working vacation for Mr. F.  I can’t begin to tell you how timely this is.   See you in seven days … Aloha!

Fickle March

When I left for work it looked like this:

4200 at 5:45 a.m.

Over a foot of heavy snow fell overnight.

This is what it looked like when I got home:

4200 at 4:30 p.m. - Almost all Melted

Tucking Fat Folds

Question:  If your spouse snores (although he adamantly denies that he snores), would a jury of your peers (assuming they are married to snoring spouses – since that is what makes them your peers) find you innocent and uphold your claim of justifiable homicide?  Hmmm.  Something to ponder following another night of little sleep. 

I love Mr. Farish.  I do.  I do not love watching and listening to him as he delves deeper into a REM state leaving me floating on the surface of dreamland.  I do not love hearing his nasal passages expressing their joy as they are released from the confines of his body.  I do not love prodding him to turn over only to have him release a thick stream of hot-steamy-stinky-confined air into my face in the process.  Aarrgghh!  Now to be fair it isn’t entirely his fault, but come on, snoring is not an enjoyable lullaby in which one can easily be lulled into slumber. 

Last night was one of those never-really-got-into-REM-nights.  We’ve all had them.  You toss and turn, readjust the pillow, kick off the blankets, put the blankets back on, lay on your left side, roll to the right … all the while your spouse sleeps soundly on.  On nights like this I usually have really strange thoughts/dreams.  While still aware of household sounds my mind is strangely transferred, bringing forth thoughts I dare not think during the day.  Suddenly I have a zillion failures.  All the woulda-coulda-shoulda’s come floating to the surface.  The deliciously dark chocolate covered raisins I snacked on earlier have suddenly turned into large masses of blubbery fat, that quickly adhere to various parts of my person ala Gwyneth Paltrow in Shallow Hal.  Roll over.  Fluff pillow.  Kick off blankets.  Doze.  I am now standing on the scale and watch as the needle inches higher and higher.  I envision tucking fat-folds into my pants, trying to zip them up.  Looking down and not finding my toes.  Doom.  I haven’t paid the bills.  I missed an important meeting.  I haven’t studied for finals, (am I the only person that still has finals nightmares?).  Roll over, fluff pillow, pull blankets up, poke Mr. F. who is still blissfully sleeping whilst continuing to snore up a thunderous storm. Watch clock. Roll. Toss. Fluff.  Turn.  And on it goes until the only sound worse than snoring is released into the room … meep-meep-meep …  

Have a Bumbershoot

Last week I was trying to figure out what I would do for “Make a Difference Day” on Saturday.  The possibilities are endless but truth be told I’m a bit tired of the old standards … I know, I know, that sounds totally harsh … but really, I figure that since we donate food and clothing year ’round it wouldn’t really be making a difference … for me.  Nope, this year I wanted something new and different that made a difference for me … Aha!  Now you are thinking how completely selfish I am … that’s ok.  It was a bit selfish.  Anyway, i thought and I thought and really, nothing.  Not a thing popped into my pea-brain that delighted me a tad.  So I decided that  bringing treats to the neighbors has always been a good bet, might as well do that.

So what happened?  Saturday morning rolls around and I completly FORGOT all about “Make a Difference Day” … Until …  Driving to the store I notice a family of three waiting to cross the street … it is P-O-U-R-I-N-G rain and they are SOAKED!  “Crumb” said I, (for of course i had forgotten what day it was), “Crumb, that poor family is soaked!”.  I then remembered my umbrella on the passenger side of my car.  Sure it’s used, but it wasn’t ‘being used’ at the moment.  And there it was … my “Make a Difference Day” suddenly fell into my lap.  All I needed to do was get a few more umbrellas and pass them around to a few more unprepared folks as they were being pelted by rain … and by gum I did.  

Sometimes making a difference doesn’t require a bunch of forethought.  How lucky was I to have such a gloriously rainy day treat!

Attack of the Yellow Submarine

Recalled bathtub toy

See this little guy?

It seems he’s been up to no good. 

Manufactured with the idea of bringing joy to little bathing tykes that otherwise might not enjoy the evening bath ritual, this guy was the perfect solution.  This simple, smiling, yellow sub-of-fun has a cute little battery operated periscope that turns him off and on.  Once on, he draws water into his little water pump propelling him all around the tub …

At least that was the original plan.

It seems that the little water intake valve  is so powerful that it has been sucking up the loose skin on the very kids he is suppossed to be entertaining and causing some pretty nasty lacerations in the process … and by “loose skin” I am referring to all those little boys out there … OUCH!

Sharks and yellow submarines … fear them, for they are real!

Just in case you were planning on giving one of these fells to your BFF’s little guy on his first birthday, may I suggest a pet pirana instead?