If you are feeling blue from the flu

Then make this:

2 carrots sliced 2 celery stalks sliced 2 potatoes diced 1 green pepper chopped 1/2 red onion finely chopped 2 cups of can diced tomatoes (Italian) 2 cups of chicken broth or vegetable broth salt and pepper  2 tablespoons of vegetable oil 1 cup water 1/2 teaspoon of thyme Heat oil on low for 2 minutes. Cook chopped vegetables on medium for 8 min. Add warmed stock & water. Add salt and pepper. Bring to boil for 1 min. Let simmer for 10 min. Add diced tomatoes and thyme. Mix well and simmer for 10 min. DONE!

Spaghetti Bolognese

I created the best recipe in the world.

From singular to plural, all it takes is some bargaining.

Off i went to find a suit. I never have a reason to wear one apart from the occasional wedding here and there. Over the next few weeks there are a few times one is called for.
After hitting the bullshit shops that were a 'name' in the world of suits i changed my angle and explored thrift stores with no luck.
As we were driving home we saw a store that was having a grand opening sale. Though i am not attracted to this particular store back home i was very curious to see what the North American version was all about.
Well what do you know, there was a whole wall of the same suits that were in the 'name' stores but they were half the price.
After trying a few jackets on i wasn't convinced at all. The 'classic fit' just isn't my thing and the slim fit was still too expensive. Then Nadia suddenly darts off as though she was making a kill, straight to the children's section. She pulled the biggest suit off the boys rack and said "this will fit you" (apparently Canadian men are much bigger than me). At this point my pride took a little kick to the guts but then we both looked at the price, $99 each and $1 for the second. I was then proud to be small.
So off i go to try on these 'kids' suits. They were perfect, well nearly anyway. The pants just a touch baggy but something i might have been able to live with considering they were so cheap.
There was another couple in the change room and the bloke was doing exactly what i was doing, searching for a suit that wasn't $2,000. His girlfriend said that the slim fit suits were buy a suit and get the second suit for $1 as well. I didn't quite believe her as the signs said otherwise but she swore that that was the case. I dropped everything there and then and trekked across the store to the apparent 'bargain rack'. My hopes by this point were flying high and it only took us one minute to find the two suits that fit me like a glove.
The one and only store assistant was nearby so i went and asked her if this deal was true. She said no it wasn't and that they were not a part of the sale. I looked her in the eye and started my bargaining. Within thirty seconds i had two suits for the price of one and a free vest.
Paying for them was an ordeal. The guy who was manning the checkout had no bags, no english and absolutely no idea. I had to whip up my own suit bag with what he had behind the counter and then he forgot to take off the security tags.
We were pissing ourselves laughing by this point. It was the most bizarre shopping experience of the century. Maybe i am crap at explaining with white words but it really was an annoying, funny, gob smacking, hilarious yet triumphant experience.
All you need to do now is see the suits on. Hmmmm, maybe another time!

Stretchy Jeans

This is my latest discovery and I expect nothing less from jeans from now on. The comfort level is ten fold of my old ones and they make my previous jeans feel like metal body armour.
Do yourself a favour and make the switch.

A Bad Morning

Last night drunk = this morning feeling like shit.
I am an idiot to inflict such an ill feeling upon myself. I am to not drink in this manner again for the next 6 months. If i do then you all have the right to believe that i am weak.

YEP!

It is 5:12pm (MDT) and i am kicking back nursing a sore body from tackling the infamous mountains of Jasper. Although the snow was never a part of my past, skiing has now become a dear friend of mine.

There are 42 days to go until our (Howling Bells) show in London at Scala. May 9 is going to be a great party what ever the weather. PUT IT IN YOUR DIARY!