The ants go marching one by one, hurrah hurrah...
I don't know who actually wrote that song lyric I used as a caption up there (Note: I googled it but couldn't find anyone to credit but my cousin who sings it to me quite often.), but it seemed appropriate.
It all started with our dog, Reese, and his hobby of eating the grout keeping our bathroom tiles together. We've scolded him and sassed him to no avail; those gritty cement-like things somehow find their way into his diet when we aren't looking.
Because of this, Reese has opened up parts of our bathroom wall and floor. And because of this, the ants have come out to bravely explore our world. They run about our sink and under our toiletries. They eat Reese's food. They're even crawling on my laptop's screen as I write this post.
I don't feel like killing them since they aren't trying to bite me.
On the other hand, Daphy (my sister) has been killing as many of these little --- and I quote my Mom here --- "helpless pitiful things" as she can. I can't really blame her though since she's had the more unusual pest experiences since this ant struggle has started.
Once she was washing her hands at the sink when she accidentally splashed water in a hole under our faucet. The hole, by the way, seems to be some design thingamajig of some sort. Anyway, she splashed water in and a large regiment of really big black ants came out and ran around the whole sink. She killed them and left their carcasses on the sink as a warning to other ants to leave the area.
Yes, she actually said that last sentence.
She also looked out the bathroom window last week, and scared herself by encountering the same kind of ants crawling all over the screen. Now, the bathroom window being quite high and me being two inches shorter than Daphy kept me from having the same experience.
At least Daphy has turned to pesticides in her anti-"ants in the house" stand, and it has resulted in less ant attacks and more dead bodies lying around the floor. She's gotten the holes in the bathroom plugged as well.
I hope the ants are smart enough to retreat to greener pastures in our backyard.
Daisy on 9/29/2008 12:22:00 AM
I haven't been able to post on a Wednesday in ages.
That I actually did it today bodes well for my blog. :D
Look what I found!
If you like to cook --- like me --- and like learning the technical side of how food turns out the way it does --- me again --- then Cooking For Engineers will be interesting.
I've read a few posts from different sections, and it's pretty cool. It reminds me I really have to finish reading On Food and Cooking soon...
Some recipes I'm planning to try off the site include Ratatouille (which I recently had in a hotel last Sunday), Dark Chocolate Brownies, and Biscotti (My Dad's favorite, and thus a surprise for him. If you know him, please don't squeal!).
So that's about it. I'll be back to doing a project for my Psychology class. It's pretty interesting, and will probably be mentioned here when it's done. :D
Until Sunday then!
Daisy on 9/24/2008 08:43:00 PM
I haven't written a food post in a while. I guess it's because I got out of the habit of taking pictures of the dishes I'm eating.
A friend noticed though, and got me taking them again.
In short, this is a food post.
A few friends and I went out for dinner last Friday. We decided Italian food agreed with us.
Henri and me like the food.
Joni and Suy2 are enjoying the food too.
We had different pastas and other sumptuous choices.
Henri's bacon carbonara thingy
my amazing AMAZING grilled chops with herbed rice
There was a lot of rice, by the way. About half the plate. But that didn't mean I got tired of its herby goodness. The meat was quite soft as well.
In short, it was perfect.
And of course, what's Italian food without...
the prerequisite spaghetti bolognese with meatballs?
Everyone was happily full. But we just had to have dessert anyway. There's always room for dessert, after all.
mango panna cotta
We couldn't finish our Garlic Mushroom appetizer though. In the end, we broke the cardinal rule: Never play with your food.
Our veggies are smiling at you!
The pictures speak for themselves but dinner was fun! We don't often go out so we enjoyed it loads.
Daisy on 9/21/2008 06:11:00 PM
The Six (or Seven) Have A Sleepover
That title sounds like one of those Enid Blyton books.
So let's start with The Six (yes, with a capital T). Why The Six? That's the name an international airline gave my sister, me, and my cousins when we travelled to the United States by ourselves last year. They were apparently on a minor alert over a group of kids flying globally with the oldest (me) being only 19 years old.
Guess they thought we'd be taken advantage of or that I was a hapless leader.
So once at the gate where we'd board the plane, an airline employee came up to us and asked solemnly "Are you The Six?"
Since those cousins became my pseudo-siblings in the long run, the name stuck.
We are also occasionally The Seven because one cousin we were all extremely close to couldn't come on that trip. Thus, background information done, The Seven had an amazing beach sleepover.
Yes, we took the time to take pictures.
It all started with everyone admitting we missed each other. We had gotten really busy the past month with schoolwork, and hadn't really talked in ages.
So when my amazing Mom suggested we could go to the beach parent-free --- it's interesting how coming back from America unscathed leads to more freedom to be alone on shorter trips --- everyone jumped in the wagon.
We brought some movies to see that night, and lots of junk food.
Jonny says Doritos ROCK!
We thoroughly enjoyed the psychological horror movie we'd brought. We enjoyed the next very teeny un-horror movie even more since it got rid of any scary after-"horror movie" feelings.
And because this was a sleepover...
Secrets were spilled. Shh! (Caption by my sister, by the way)
We slept really late, and woke up to a huge breakfast that we had to cook first.
Chrissy, chief cook
Those hand signs are absolutely necessary in the making of delicious pancakes.
Because this was a beach, there was also the swimming, of course.
The boys get very wet.
The girls sit pretty instead.
We had a great time! There were tons of laughs, and new inside jokes made.
I love The Six (or Seven) loads for bringing out both my parental instincts and my sillier side.
I leave you, dear Reader, with this picture.
I wonder if this is what navel-gazing actually means.
And no, my cousin wasn't spaced out. Daphy (my sister) told him not to look at the camera so he figured his stomach was as good a place to look at as any.
'Til next time then!
Daisy on 9/14/2008 06:26:00 PM
Lots of little things happened after I got back from another trip two weeks ago. They're all too short to make into individual posts, so they will now be mishmashed into a list of tidbits. In chronological order.
Daphy (my sister) and I sat by each other a bit of time after my birthday.
Daphy: "You know, our cousins and I thought of giving you a gift."
Daphy: "Yup. We thought of money since you'd probably save it for some internet shopping thing."
Daphy: "Except, because we're all kids, all the money we came up with was PhP 300 (US$7)."
Suffice to say, they decided not to give me the money. It was a cute intention though; it's the thought that counts.
Adam, a good friend, and I went on our bi-annual / occasionally tri-annual lunch out to catch up on things. So there we sat, laughing and eating when the waiter plunked a large glass of iced tea on the table.
"Free for you and your girlfriend," he said. He walked away, leaving a slightly awkward and hilarious silence.
"OK," Adam said. "I think I'm going to blush."
Two single people mistaken for a couple in such an er, interesting way. Who wouldn't blush?
At least the iced tea was free.
Chrisy over the weekend: "Jonas Brothers! JoBros!" X 1000000 times
Yes, my cousin is a fan of that band. We bonded by listening to the brothers' songs over and over, and dancing on the bed. Daphy, sleeping on one end of that bed, kicked me when it got too annoying.
Daphy and I sat in the car waiting for the stoplight to turn green. Then we saw a person throw trash on the road.
"Littering," Daphy says eerily. "May God smite you!"
I sat on the floor rubbing my dog's tummy when a medium-sized cream-colored spider came out of my shirt and hung on the collar.
Me: "Oh frick!"
The spider was actually on my classmate's bag back in class. How it came home with me without being seen before then is beyond me.
I think I might have picked up that expression of surprise from the Maximum Ride trilogy I just finished reading. For anyone who's looking for a good read, those books were incredibly awesome: great plot twists, appropriate teen angst, and very human characters. Reading them was a real ride!
So that's about it. Thanks to all the well-wishers, by the way. I'm feeling loads better!
Until next time then!
Daisy on 9/03/2008 06:57:00 PM