Got no title, got no pearls…

Plenty of tweeting on the intertoobs today about last night’s Golden Globes. Did you seem them?

I saw them. Yup, I did. But only in bits and pieces, because smack in the middle of the Golden Globes was Downton Abbey, and Downton Drama trumps Golden Globes any day. I was delighted to see that they won a Golden Globe for Best Mini-Series or Motion Picture Made for Television.

I had to go online this morning to get a good glimpse at all the gowns and tuxes. There were some beautiful gowns worn last night. Didn’t you think? I loved Emma Stone in Lanvin, and Nicole Kidman in Versace. But I absolutely adored Kate Winslet in Jenny Packham.

Moving on.

Okay. I can’t wait to see The Artist.

Now, I’m moving on.

I saw this cookie at my Second Cup yesterday. Isn’t it just as cute as can be? I love the Canadian Maple Leaf on it.

The barista gave me the look when I told her I was buying the cookie to take a picture of it, that I wasn’t actually going to eat it. Of course, I might have given me the look, too. I had cookie monster written all over my face.

But I know, and y’all know that I’m in M&M rehab, so I’m not eating sugar. No. I. Am. Not. And that’s going really well for me.

I gave the cookie to Mr. G, honey. He’s not in any kind of rehab, refined sugar or otherwise.

I might have inhaled some cookie scent before I handed it over.

Our winter weather is being held hostage in the PNW right now. They’re getting inches and inches of our snow, and we’re getting their 45 Faren temps with rain and fog and darksome and graysome.

I had to beetle to the first floor and light a fire in the fireplace and make a big pot of soup and bread and stare at the fire while I worked. It was the only thing that made sense to my weather-fogged brain.

Now, we’re in a wind warning.

I’m thinking Mama Weather might be in M&M rehab.

Might.

a never-ending love or… procrasti-writing

This is the time of weather that my mind turns to Red River Cereal, my breakfast birdseed of choice. Hot, birdseed-y goodness from the Red River Valley. Manitoba, baby! Y’all can Google it.

It is the 4th time I’ve waxed enthusiastic about this grain of yum on this blog, but it’s on my mind. Sadly, it may be the only thing on my mind this Thursday. Procrasti-writing.

The mornings are darker and chillier and rainier. They call for a breakfast that involves a pot, boiling water, a spurtle and Mama Nature’s grainy goodies. Don’t go there. And some brown sugar and blueberries with a wee bit of milk.

Yes, I use my spurtle — not just for oatmeal anymore — to stir and bash all manner of hot breakfast cereals. Don’t tell my Scottish ancestors.

What’s your hot breakfast cereal of choice? Or are you just cold all the way? Are you a breakfast for dinner type?

Inquiring minds want to know.

I want to know.

The Red River Cereal people have never heard of me. This is pro bono love, baby.

Can’t do it…

My head is still down. Workity. Workity.

That being said, I’m stepping out on Wednesday, aka Hump Day — the middle of the work week, which we all would like to sprint over. By all, I might mean me.

So. I’m sharing some sprinting-over-the-hump-day fun. I first saw this music & lyric as it was choreographed by the fabulous Luther Brown on So You Think You Can Dance Canada. You can see his brilliance here on YouTube.

Then, I had to see how the Black Eyed Peas performed this, their music and lyric In. The. Beginning. You can see it here on YouTube with the 152+ million other people.

But for here at the blog, I’m sharing Joya & Emre’s wedding parody version…

The Time (Dirty Bit) ~ Black Eyed Peas

Yep. They’re doing videography.

This song is now on my iTunes cardio list. Just try staying in your seat.

Can’t do it.

Hump Day, we’re sprinting dancing right over you!