Brr, It’s Cold in Here!

Go ahead and do the little cheer from Bring it On. You know the one I’m talking about. Get it out of the way …

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Ready? Okay! Now onto my point:

Last summer was probably one of the most miserable summers I have ever experienced. Not because life’s events sucked, because things were amazing; It was because my bedroom was so. bloody. hot. Like, sauna hot, but without the lovely spa feeling.

The house Kyle and I are renting (his mom’s house, actually) has no air conditioning. NONE. Throw in 40°C (104°F) summer heat and the sun beating right into our bedroom window, and our room is miserable in the summer. We managed to survive by having ice cold showers before bed, blasting both our ceiling fan and oscillating floor fan and sleeping naked with no sheets. Even then, it was horrible.

People would say to us, “Oh, you guys have a pool! You should be able to escape the heat easily!” Well, yes and no. Sure, a nice dip in the pool mid-day helps at that moment, but we can’t bring the pool inside with us. So, at the end of the summer of suffering, Kyle and I swore that if we hadn’t purchased a house of our own by the summer (which we sadly haven’t) we’d invest in a portable AC unit.

On Saturday, we ventured over to Costco to take a peek at what they had in store, since they usually have the best prices and their return policy is crazy. There was one unit on sale for $100 off, so we scooped it up! You should’ve seen the show trying to fit this behemoth into my little hatchback car. Oops, we should’ve taken the truck I suppose.

So voilà! Our brand new AC unit!

Okay, it may be a little big, but da-yum, does it cool our room down! And ignore my messy dresser. And unmade bed.

Kyle turned it on last night for about an hour before we went to bed and our room was like a meat locker. Absolutely freezing! It was a-maze-ing.

I’m really looking forward to being able to sleep comfortably this summer. No more sweating to death. No more sleeping naked! No more snuggling up to Kyle after his ice-cold showers to steal all the coolness away from him! Now I can snuggle up to him without him telling me to get away from him!

So bring it on, summer heat! You can’t ruin my life this time around! Ha!

Friday Food: WTF?

So it’s almost 10pm on Thursday night and after not realizing I have yet to cook anything spectacular and have had no WTF moments, I got nothing for Friday’s post! I was going to make amazing cornmeal jam-buster muffins on Wednesday but a lame doctor’s visit (which I posted somewhat about yesterday) put that on hold. I’ll have something for you next week my pretties, I promise!

For now I present to you my least favourite foods. As in, I will probably vomit if I eat them, or at least protest the meal. We’ll call it a Friday Food/WTF Friday mash up!

So, number one on my list is calamari:

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I used to quite like it, until I went to a less-than-spectacular pub in town (it’s mediocre at best) and threw it all up later in the evening. (No, I wasn’t wasted!) Now those little tentacles and round little rings make me want to instahurl. Yuck. Moving on …

Number two is stew:

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Yeah, I know it’s suppose to be good ol’ stick to your ribs home cookin’, but I have never liked it. The veggies taste too much like veggies. The potatoes are too potatoey. The carrots too carroty. Your grandma could cook her prize-winning beef stew for me and I would probably still not like it. Sorry Grandma!

Number three is coleslaw:

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It’s cabbage. Yeah, dressing makes most things better, but not cold, uncooked cabbage. Or maybe it’s the dressing I don’t like. Hmm … maybe I’ll have to do some investigating in the future. For now, hold the slaw please!

Number four is cinnamon:

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I don’t hate it completely, but a strong smell of it makes me nauseous. It’s probably because of too much Fireball all at once back in the day. Now strong smells of cinnamon make me queezy. Unless it’s in the form of ooey-gooey cinnamon buns. Oh yes. *drool*

I suppose I’ll end on a high-note with visions of delicious cinnamon buns in  my head.

Happy weekend my homies, and tell me What makes your gut growl in anger?