Monday, February 22, 2016

Meet Kitty!

Yep That's Her Name



Kitty and Bruce on her first day home.

We adopted a cat!!!

Bruce and I are still waiting to hear from a puppy we put in an application for but during the wait we decided that we also wanted to have a cat in our lives. Bruce has always been more of a cat person and while I gravitate more towards dogs, I love all cute animals.

So last Saturday we dropped in to St. John’s Humane Services to look at the kitties. Many of them were actually under the weather so we were limited to a pair of kittens and the female cat room.

There was an adorable black kitten that we considered since Bruce would have liked to have a black cat but when we asked about her, there had already been someone who had put in an application. Now experience has taught me that if someone turns in an app before you then your chances of getting that pet are considerably lower. And hey there are tons of cats waiting for loving people to give them a home. We decided to continue our search.

In the female cat room there were plenty of cute fur balls to choose from. Most of them were just chillin’ out, as cats are prone to do while a few were a bit more curious about who we were. Kitty was one of them. She was the most affectionate of the bunch. I took her in my arms and she turned into a purring machine. Bruce liked her the best so we put in an application.

We went home and I anxiously waited for the call to hear if we were approved as the new fur parents of this awesome 2 year-old, spayed Kitty who had been at the shelter since early December.

We got the call Tuesday morning. We went out early afternoon to buy her food, litter box, a few toys and anything else she might need and then went to pick her up. She was confused at first, the shelter had been her home for over two months and suddenly she is being microchipped having other stuff done to her and then being put in a crate and taken to a strange place.

Coming home she explored around the house, wary at first but soon the concerned and nervous meows turned into purrs of contentment. Now almost a week in she is happy and loved and super playful. Her favourite toys being rubber bands and my hair ties. Yesterday she brought me one of my socks as a present. Very proud of herself she was.

Happy and Content Kitty

Kitty is one of the friendliest and sweetest cats I’ve known. We couldn’t have asked for a better cat to welcome into our home. She’s accepted us as her new family and we love her so much already.

Animals are awesome!

Hugs and head rubs from LittleCely and Kitty

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Making Tortillas

I'm Mexican! I Love Making Corn Tortillas! This is How You Make Them.

 

Not my tortillas. I forgot to take a picture of mine...

This is actually stupid simple and there are probably hundreds of other places on the internet that can tell you how this goes but I’m going to do it anyway because why the hell not!

The Tortilla Press

 


You need a tortilla press!

And please don’t be like the average gringo who goes for the super expensive one because it promises tortilla dough won’t stick. That’s bullshit! It will always stick!

Get the cheaper but still well made kind and simply take a ziplock bag and separate it into two pieces, like so:


With plastic the dough really won’t stick! Unless you’ve made it too mushy or too thin, but then that’s your fault. You moron! And you just need to rinse them with water to clean them off. No waste in this space!

MASECA



Next! You need MASECA or some other corn flour alternative. This won’t exactly work with all purpose flour, those tortillas require different steps and are more complicated to make. But that’s okay! Cause those are more fatty anyway! (my Mom makes awesome flour tortillas).

So you have the flour. Pour as much as you think you’ll need. Official recipes say 2 cups but that makes like 12 tortillas, I don’t need so many and I don’t want to freeze leftovers! I want them FRESH!


Add some salt! A pinch is fine.


Now slowly add COLD water. It really should be cold, not freezing, but cold.

 If it looks like this:




You need more water.


If it looks like this:





You’ve used too much water! Add some flour!



If it looks like this:



 It’s perfect.


Now other recipes might suggest to let it sit for about 20 minutes. Well that’s for chumps! And you an honorary Mexican will not tolerate such nonsense. We will charge on.

Put a pan or a large skillet on medium heat. Wait till it’s hot. I guess you could of done this while mixing the dough but it’s too late now so suck it up! Unless you’re reading this first and then making it…

Okay so while it heats make some BALLS!


A bit smaller than these would be better.

Then take a ball and put it in the tortilla press aaaaaand SMUSH.

Now here the average gringo will complain that the resulting tortilla is smaller than expected. Hah! Amateurs. You need to SMUSH it Again!
Before you do rotate the tortilla a quarter turn.

I SMUSH about three times. That will give you a good sized tortilla. Slightly smaller than the press itself.

Now take that raw tortilla goodness and put it on the pan.

Leave it there while you SMUSH a second ball. By the time that SMUSHING process is finished it should be enough time to flip the tortilla.

I use a spatula. Hardcore Mexican mamas use their hands, but I’m a klutz and would burn myself.

After a bit, give it another flip and smush it a little with your spatula. Hopefully it will start to rise, flip again, watch it rise again.

It’s done!

Repeat for as many balls as you have.

If it doesn’t rise, well that sucks but it will probably turn out okay anyway. But keep practicing the rising is what you want to see to know it will be a kickass tortilla.

Enjoy!

High fives for the successful, disappointed head shakes to the failures. (Not really. Just practice!)

This has been a recipe by LittleCely

Monday, February 15, 2016

Deadpool - A No Spoilers Film Review

A Movie 11 Years in the Making


A Super Hero Movie Not for Kids

Thursday night I watched the 10pm IMAX screening of Deadpool in St. John's. I dragged my husband along and he actually kinda liked it. I thought he would, because I know his humor can be a bit twisted and dark at times, and then at others, ridiculously punny. In fact he is a master of puns; that's one of the reasons I love him.

Anyhoo, as a big fan of Mr. Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool, I will be the first to say point blank, that he isn't for everyone. There is a reason Ryan Wilson (Deadpool) and company had to wait 11 years to make this movie a reality: he's violent and foul mouthed and does not shy away from killing his enemies. FOX just didn't think an R-rated super hero movie would sell.

But after some test footage "leaked" online and the fans went wild, the studio couldn't ignore it any longer. And it's paid off.  As I'm writing this the movie is projected to break $150 million this holiday weekend. Not bad at all. (source)

The plot isn't anything out of the ordinary. You get an origin story and a "heroic" rescue; as you would. The reason you watch the movie is for Deadpool as a character and the shenanigans he get's into. He's rough, raw and breaking the fourth wall and making you laugh all along the way. There are also some favorite side characters from the comics who were cast perfectly.

I loved watching it. Seeing my favorite Marvel anti-hero on the big screen was great. There is a complexity to the character underneath all his humor and wit. That's the reason I love him, and it doesn't hurt that he is a confirmed pansexual (Deadpool Represent!). You will get some hints of that throughout the movie if you know what you're looking for.

Oh and if you do decide to watch the movie, stay until the credits roll. You will be treated to an extra cut scene and no one wants to miss one of those. And as with any Marvel movie, keep an eye out for a special cameo by a special person...

Kisses, Hugs and Chimichangas for all! (Deadpool's favorite food)

LittleCely

Monday, February 1, 2016

Lost & Found: Valentine's Edition

A Blog Hop

 

Blog Hop
Read other bloggers' posts here

A blog hop where we write a post about love found and/or lost. For the list of the other bloggers participating click here.

Is this Love?

 

By LittleCely

I found a pot with some soil and a sprout peeking out. A sprout made of wisps of green. It's too soon to know, is this love I have found? Because you know, I didn't see the seed.

It could be infatuation, or lust. Maybe obsession or a passing fancy. All the sprouts from each of those seeds seem the same when they're born and the only thing left for me to do is to wait and see.

Ah, it's no longer just a sprout now, it's blossomed so beautifully. What else could this be? It has to be Love, so majestic and hypnotizing. 

My radiant plant has thorns that sting when I handle it hastily. I must learn to treat it much more gently. But too gently and it starts to wither, the special care I give it is more necessary. In the beginning it was as if I could do no wrong. Any care I gave it, it grew strong. Now it seems more fragile, a wrong move and it won't be long before it's gone.

I made a mistake. It's dying. It's light is fading slowly... Can I save it? Or will I lose it? This Love that means the world to me. It all the depends on what I do next. There's still a chance I know, because I feel it. It's struggle to live beside me.

It all depends on what I do next... the life of my Love, depends on me.

---

a Prose Poem by LittleCely



Sunday, January 31, 2016

Weekend Round-Up #2

The Highlights

 

I cut my finger and needed to get three stitches yesterday!!! Honestly I felt more shame and disappointment than I did pain.

I felt utterly stupid. It was a dumb mistake with a grater and a potato. Now I'm bandaged up and need to get the stitches out next Saturday.

At home I cried out of self-hate and not one ounce because of pain. I can be very hard on myself. But as several people have told me: mistakes happen. And as Bruce has told me several times I need to love myself as much as I love others. I'm working on that.

On the bright side I did manage to reach some of last week's goals. Not a 100% completed but I'll take what I can get at this point:

I went to the gym Mon - Thursday, I skipped Saturday 'cause we had people over Friday night celebrating a friend of Bruce's getting his PhD, with distinction I might add. Yay Ryan!

I managed to do 4 blog posts + the Weekend Round-up this week. I'll try to reach 5 for next time.

I worked on a new charcoal drawing for 2.5 hours instead of five.

I went to Watercolor class but didn't do too much practice outside that. Other drawing practice also fell by the way side...

I did manage to write everyday though. I'm including blog writing with this. I'll be continuing with the writing. I can type okay but I haven't tried holding a pencil or pen yet. I'll manage.

Meditation was the hardest to accomplish. I went to the group meeting on Monday which was nice but only managed to do it once this week on my own.

Tomorrow I start a new drawing course, we'll see what I can do with the hand. It's really only my index finger I can't really use.

I'm almost done with season 2 of Gravity Falls and Bruce and I are on season 6 of Modern Family.

Tomorrow starts a new week and we'll see what I can get done, hand not withstanding. Until then I hope you enjoy the posts and I appreciate all who read what I have to say.

Nothing but Love,

LittleCely

Friday, January 29, 2016

Victoria - A No Spoiler Film Review

 

MUN Cinema Series


Here in St. John’s, MUN (Memorial University) hosts a cinema series at the Avalon Mall every Wednesday at 7pm. This semester’s line of movies started two weeks ago, but because of stuff we didn’t get to go.

We did however go to this Wednesday’s showing and I am so glad we are back. The fun thing about going is that Bruce and I are never sure what the movie will be about. It’s a fun way to discover the stories and we always leave with something to talk about. To date we haven’t seen a movie we didn’t like.


Victoria

 


This week's feature was a 2015 German film directed by Sebastian Schipper and if you want a super no spoilers review… It is definitely worth a watch. The cinematography style and acting is fresh and authentic and the plot is filled with the right amount of suspense. It feels like you’re walking side by side the characters in real time. It's believable and thought provoking.

If you want to know a little bit more, read on…



Wednesday, January 27, 2016

6 Word Stories - by LittleCely

 

The one about the Dancer


Legs torn, her real dance rose.


The one about struggling to let go.


I LOVED YOU!!!  

I                  

 still               

  …  

          do.


The one about finding acceptance.


Discarding ridiculous ideals, she found herself.


The one trying to figure out love.


She fought for LOVE!

and won?

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Confessions of a Tinderella - My Personal Tinder Experience

How I Met My Husband



I met Bruce when I was living in Doha, Qatar. He was working at a Canadian college while I was working at an American elementary school. We had no friends in common, we were both a bit on the introverted side and our hobbies didn’t really match (sports vs video games and cartoons). If it hadn’t been for Tinder, we never would have met.

Even with Tinder the chance of us meeting was unlikely. While there aren’t all that many people using the app in the Middle East as there would be in other places in the world, the parameters that I first started out with didn't even make Bruce eligible as a potential match.

At the time I was 27 years old, I hadn’t dated for longer than I care to admit and I decided it was way past time to get back out there. But I knew of the “dangers” or really, the annoyances that such an app could bring. I decided to go into it with an open mind. I accepted the fact that I would have bad dates, that I would have to deal with the occasional jerk, and I decided to be open about meeting someone simply to hook up. Why not?

I’d made my profile, chosen my pictures and description. This is the part where I would tell you what was included in my description but I really don’t remember, it was probably something along the lines of: Small Mexican living in Doha and working at an Elementary School, I like to read and blah blah blah (the blahs are parts I don’t remember and aren’t really interesting at this point).


My Tinder Prospects


I’d entered the options that I was interested in meeting both males and females (remember, I’m pansexual) with an age range from 26 to 37. I thought 10 years older than me was about right.

Then the swiping began (on Tinder you swipe right on pictures of people that you like and left for those you aren’t interested in). Because of the country where I was living, I only came across like 10 women in total during my Tinder experience. I swiped right for 4 of them, none of which were interested in starting up a conversation in the chats. As for guys, I matched with quite a few, some of which I talked to for a while and a few of whom I never heard from.

I think the fact that I lived with my parents and sister was a huge filter. For those that wanted to meet, if they wanted to pick me up I told them they had to meet my parents. They weren’t into that. Some stopped chatting with me out of nowhere and the two guys that got my number I never heard from again. One of them I swear must have given my number to a friend of his that started sending me messages on Whatsapp. He said we met on Tinder but we hadn’t.

Several times I came across the screen that announced: “There are no more people near you”. I had only been on Tinder for a few weeks at this point but I was starting to get slightly discouraged.

I decided I needed to widen the scope of who I was willing to be matched with. The best way to do this was to widen the age range. I now was looking for someone from the age of 25 to an even 40.

My First and Only Tinder Date


Bruce was 40. That being said, I never swiped right for a forty year-old that looked 40 and I didn’t want to deal with the 25, 26 year-old partiers.  I swiped right for Bruce because he looked youthful and fun without seeming pretentious. As soon as I’d swiped I got the message, “It's a Match!”

Not too long after, Bruce reached out to me through the chat, gave me his number and invited me out to hang out wherever he was with his friends. I said I’d rather rain check, I was in pyjamas with Monty(my dog) and was nowhere near social enough to show up to hang out with a bunch of people I didn’t even know.

He said it was fine, that we could do something another time. I half expected not to hear from him again. But the next day, November 15th 2014 he got in touch again and we made a date: a traditional dinner and a movie at the cultural centre Katara in Doha, a nicer setting than the mall to be sure.

I told him that picking up a Mexican for a date he would have to meet my Mom. He was completely cool with it, so much so that I was impressed.

We were late to the movie because we got lost on the way so we just had dinner instead. We talked at the restaurant for almost 2 hours. I really had to pee by the first hour but resisted the urge to do so until we were ready to leave.

We spent another hour talking outside sitting with a view of the ocean. It wasn’t love at first sight with me, but he was nice and interesting, although I did take note that he did a bit of complaining about stuff (he still does). I also thought it was cute that he would shift to sit closer to me as we talked, so when he asked if I would like to go on a second date, I said yes.

A month later I’d fallen head over heels. Three months later I was brave enough to tell him so to his face and I’ve said it countless times a day since then. 12 months minus 2 days later, I married him.


Conclusions


I don’t think online dating is perfect. Far from it. There are variables, asshats, different motivations and intentions. Each Tinder experience is unique. That being said, it is also the cause of more relationships and marriages than ever before. Without it I wouldn’t be with Bruce and being introverted I’m not sure how much longer it would have taken me to find somebody else.

Whatever the case in the infinite parallel Universes where other Celinas exist. I hope they find happiness and acceptance of themselves and their loved ones whether they end up with the other Bruces or not.

As for me, right here and right now, in this Universe, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I can’t hate on Tinder and I don’t really appreciate it when others turn their nose up at any online dating app. Traditional dating is not on a higher level. They both can suck and they both can lead to awesome results or terrible ones. It’s the luck of the draw and your ability of not putting up with bullshit.

So should you try online dating? Sure why not? Nowadays it's the same as asking if you should date at all. It might work it might not, but you can't know if you don't try.

Sending out only the good vibes,

LittleCely



Monday, January 25, 2016

Blogging from A to Z Challenge Sign Up


I have officially signed up for April's Blogging From A to Z Challenge! I’m excited to do it again. I participated once before two years ago in 2014. It was a lot of fun and I had only signed up a week before it was due to start. All the same I managed to complete the challenge with flying colors!



Sunday, January 24, 2016

Weekend Round-Up

Highlights of My Week

 


I’ve started going back to the gym this past week. 4x a week Monday to Thursday. Still eating more crap than I should though, that’s something to work on. I LOVE FOOD!! >_<



Tree in our backyard



 No Meditation meeting on Monday because of too much snow!!






Puppy search continues, I guess it’s actually a good thing that the shelters around here haven’t had all that many dogs to choose from. I feel a little guilty that I don’t go for an older dog, but the thing is that most, if not all of them are “no kids” recommended. And let’s face it, a dog is for life and I’m not adopting one only until I get pregnant and then try to find it a new home. A home with me is forever and kids will be a part of that sooner or later.



My first Tree

Thursday was my second watercolor class with three more to go. I’ll dedicate a special post to that in the near future. It’s super fun and really different from the art techniques I’m used to. I’m looking forward to the frustrations such a medium will continue to bring. It’s fun but still unpredictable.








I’ve watched all of season one of Gravity Falls. Yay me. As well as Puella Magi Madoka Magica (that deserves it’s own review post), I loved that anime.

 

 

 

Goals for the Week



 I need a routine and goals to set for myself. I have too much free time at the moment and if I don’t figure out what to do I won’t do much at all… I suck like that.

So here I’ll set the goals I want to reach for the coming week. These are just the goals, the plan to achieve them I’ll work out on my own.


  • Gym: Monday-Thursday and Saturday
  • 5 blog posts + weekend round-up on Sunday
  • Work on new charcoal drawing for 5 hours
  • Practice watercolor for 5 hours (not including Thursday’s class)
  • Practice drawing for 10 hours (traditional and digital)
  • Write: once a day for at least 20 minutes
  • Meditate: 20 minutes a day (not counting Monday evening)

I think that will do for the time being. It seems like a lot but it's all about getting organized. And to get organized I need incentives to do so. This should hold me more accountable.

And one more thing before I go...


Montreal beat Toronto yesterday! I didn't really watch the game but Bruce said I should include it in the blog anyway. So here it is.



I hope everyone has an awesome week.

Monster Hugs,

LittleCely

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

What Are Toutons?

Fried Bread Dough.

 

Toutons. Scroll down for the recipe.

That’s it. That’s all it is. And it is freakin’ delicious! Once you’ve added a drizzling of molasses of course.

I’d always thought that toutons where a Canadian thing. When I say always I mean since July 2015 when Bruce first introduced me to this delectable breakfast concoction. But just recently I found out that apparently they are a Newfoundland thing and some Canadians have never even heard of toutons, much less know what they are. Luckily for two of them we got to share the love.


Saturday, January 9, 2016

Charcoal Tears

At the same time that it’s been a while that I’ve blogged or written much at all, it was also some time since I’d drawn something new.

The grid was done lightly in pencil the eye in charcoal.



Friday, January 8, 2016

Resolutions and Puppies



2015 in Review


2015 treated me well all things considered. I was working with cute and wonderful students from KG to 2nd grade and tutoring some 5th graders that taught me a lot about who I am and who I want to be.

I realized that the person I met through tinder in November 2014 was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I started to learn what it meant to be mindful.

Met a bunch of cool people.

I poked around Peru with Bruce where I managed to hike the Inca trail as my knees rebelled against me.

I left Doha to come to St. John’s, Newfoundland where jeez I got married.

That being said I had my share of depression dips here and there but never as bad as they had been.

All in all I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time, I’m in love and not afraid of it, and I’m looking forward to discovering what I need to do next to be more me and love myself for it.


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