Reading Week, by j


So there has been some reading this week.  Along with some good work.

But let’s be honest.  There has been some slacking.  Here’s what I’ve been doing:

Making these brownies:


They weren’t quite this bright.  But they were pretty tasty.

I watched a documentary on YouTube, “The Most Hated Family In America” about the Westboro Baptist people.  Their insanity is oddly fascinating.  The film maker was interesting, and the kids break your heart.  Apparently it is family belief that we are fast approaching “end times”.  So, the young women and men are discouraged from thinking about love/marriage because they’re all hoping on a spaceship to their home planet (or is that another cult?).  Anyways, it’s pretty sad to see the young women near tears about their inability to do what they truly want because their crackpot of a grandfather thinks the locust are coming.  Makes me grateful for my grandfather.  Who does things like this:


I’m so grateful for my family.

Last weekend we went to visit some very special people.  More importantly we ate together.  And we got to go to The Stone Road Grille.  Or is it call “Rest”.  Confusing.  It also lives in a crappy little strip mall (next to a Subway).  The food, however was amazing.

ploughmans lunchI had pate.  I’m eating offal like nobody’s business these days.  And it has inspired by mother to try her hand at making mustard.  MUSTARD.

steakLittle A decided not to come because of some silly class project.  So I made sure to have her favourite.  Steak frites.

And then…this:

bacon ice creamI don’t generally go for dessert…but my aunt is a good influence on me.  This is sticky toffee pudding.  We decided it was probably just a warm muffin.  BUT it came with ice cream.  Maple BACON ice cream.  Heaven.

After filling up we went for a drive in the big black truck to find a winery.  When we got there I looked down at the directions I had been giving my father.  Right next to the address it said “not open to the public”.  Oops.  But we did stop at an artisan cheese shop.  We left quickly after the retirement facility’s big bus pulled up.  They were not the nicest women to be around in the tiny shop.  However, who could blame them.  I’m guessing that breaking out is not something that happens a lot.  Before we left the parents bought some cheese and I got a picture of a room I’m pretty sure M would like to live in:


Yes, that’s a cheese room.

I have also made a discovery- the game “Settlers of Catan”.  Half Risk, half Monopoly.  It’s as long as a game of Monopoly and as boring as Risk.


I was not good at playing it at all.

Finally, a feminist rant?

Can someone explain this to me?


Pads for women who are size 14+ are 12 for $7.  Pads for regular sized women (size 12 and down?) are 28 for $9.

Can we do the math?  It might makes some uncomfortable to read…but it must be said.  My vagina is not twice as large.  I should not have to spend twice the price.

Ah yes.  Another reminder of where people’s value lies.

And I’m not even going to touch that we have to pay taxes on on this stuff.  Or that it’s called “feminine hygiene”.  STOP GENDERING MY ANATOMY.  THERE IS NOTHING UNHYGIENIC ABOUT MENSTRUATION.

One more thing…read this article if you want to know anything about the reality of Chris Brown and Rhianna getting back together.  Let’s stop blaming Rhianna.  I’m surprised because this is generally what we do to any woman who returns to an abusive partner.

And finally…I’ve seen this video being posted by soooo many people.  I generally don’t hop on the bandwagon.  I didn’t watch it right away.  And then I did check it out.  And it was amazing.

I have a secret dream of becoming a slam poet.  Mom- watch this!  I think you should share this:


And now for funny pope pictures (sorry in advance Grams):

garage sale

christian mingle

And I’m not even going to touch this Pistorius thing until I can think straight again.  Effing ridiculous.

Can anyone explain to me how he believed an intruder had locked themselves in his bathroom?  In his gated community?  Would you not first check for your sleeping girlfriend who you think is sleeping next to you?


About weywardsisters

The Three Weyward Sisters first appeared in Shakespeare’s “Macbeth”. It turns out we have more in common with these “weird” sisters than we thought. In the Shakespeare play the sisters represent darkness, chaos and conflict. We’ll leave it up to you to decide which of us represents each. They also usually show up to mark impending doom. Well, we certainly hope that our presence on this little corner of the Interwebs doesn’t mean impending doom for anyone. However, we find our commonalities with the witches in other ways. To be weyward means to be willful, disobedient and to turn away from what is “right or proper”. Those who know us would whole heartedly agree – we are three weyward sisters. We are three headstrong, stubborn (some more than others), obstinate and willful sisters. Read at your own risk.

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