Friday Food – Indian Adventure!

A couple weeks ago I had mentioned that I have never had Indian food before. Melissa was shocked apparently, and took the opportunity to take me out for dinner as thanks for not killing her cats while she was away.

We went to Flavours of India (after I polled my coworkers and Kamloops bloggers!) and the experience began!

Since Mel doesn’t eat meat and I can’t live without it, I asked around as to what dish I should try. Meghan suggested I have Tikka Masala while Angela suggested the Butter Chicken. What did I go with in the end? Chicken Tikka Masala!

Mel also ordered me mango lassi, which was tasty as hell, and garlic Naan bread.

Tastiest mango drink ever! Which actually looks similar to my roasted garlic soup

Soon our meals came and maaaan, was it a delicious spread! Mel ordered Chickpea Malasa (I think) and my Chicken Tikka Masala looked soooo good!

Rice, malasa and more rice, Oh My!

Let me just say that I’ve never been so excited to try new foods! The smell was amazing. Final verdict? I looooove Indian food and can’t wait to try more! I just wish Kyle liked it so we could go together. (He’s not a fan of spicy food at all!)

So thanks Melissa for a lovely date! And I promise next time I’ll put out, ahahaha! ;)

Happy weekend everyone!!

Pet Whisperer

Last week, I had the pleasure of cat-sitting my favourite step-cats for Melissa. She went away to her home island for the week, so I made sure my favourite friendly kitties were fed and taken care of!

Day one included me discovering the door to her basement suite was open. Not cool! Luckily the cats were both inside and in one piece. Whew! After that I made a lovely sign for the door to make sure the door stayed closed. (Her landlord has the place up for sale and realtors have been in and out). The sign, in my opinion is awesome:

Nothing says you mean business like electrical tape, right? Right! Anyway, so the door was always shut and the cats never escaped, leaving me with not having to come up with excuses that the cats were long gone. (“Yeah, they were taken hostage by the ambassadors of the zombie apocalypse … Sorry?”)

Anyway, the cats loved me, more or less. Atticus loved me the first day I arrived and my last day of cat-sitting, which didn’t surprise me but it’s a step up from the last time I cat-sit. Thomas, on the other hand, loves me (or probably most people) and was at my feet every second, rubbing against my legs and making my dogs jealous!

Sir Thomas, the loving, regal one

Atticus, the “I’ll love you when I feel like it” one

I also fed my mom’s animals on Saturday since my step-bro had to work late and the dogs and cat are programmed to eat at the same time every day! (Our parents went to Palm Springs for a week – Lucky!)

They were excited to see me (as always!) but I wasn’t sure if it was actually for me or just because they were hungry. Not that it matters; I love my Tanner, so it was good to see him <3 It’s cute how they all lined up in a row to eat:

Tanner, Squirt and Mickey

Anyway, since I didn’t let any of the animals escape, go hungry or have them accidentally lock themselves in a room to pee on everything (Yeah, it happened once), I say I’m a darn-good pet sitter! I much prefer it to babysitting, that’s for sure!

So, which do you prefer, pets or kids?

Where does it go?

Friendship is a funny thing. When you’re young, you’re bold and walk up to anyone on the playground, asking them innocently “Do you want to be my friend?” They say yes and the memories start being made.

Today, you find new friends where you can. Forced socialization during your university classes, coworkers you get along with, the significant others of your significant other’s friends; the list goes on. Some of these friendships end up being strong, sturdy friendship that last forever; others will  simply be acquaintances where you say a simple “Hey, how’s it going?” in the grocery store or a generic “Happy Birthday, have a good one!” on Facebook.

I have never had a friend where I could not talk to them for three or more months and then meet up with them and have it be like we were never apart. I have friends who I don’t see in that amount of time, but I still talk to them.

It’s a strange feeling when you think you’re losing a friend. You send them texts and messages and they don’t reply, or you get a strained “Hello, Goodbye” in passing. It’s super confusing when you once considered the person your best friend. Do you keep trying or do you let them come to you when they’re ready, going on with life as you normally do? Do you ask them, “Hey, are we still friends or what?” or ignore it?

My friends mean the world to me and it’s confusing when they stop talking to you for no apparent reason. An explanation would be nice.

Why are friendships sometimes more work than they should be? Where do they go when they suddenly disappear?