On Saturday night we welcomed another member to club 40. It is getting quite popular, with new members joining almost every month. I am still not happy with my membership but apparently you cannot cancel it, no refunds, no returns.
The girls had some pre-dinner drinkies in their apartment at the Hilton while i attended tall boys formal. Can you believe that, grade 12 formal, i also cannot believe when he got out of the limo, before anything else, he came and gave me a kiss and a cuddle. That must have been so embarrassing, he still did it. Love you tall boy.
Anywhoo after pre dinner drinks at formal i headed down the coast, destination Sufferers Paradise, in the blinding rain. I almost died/turned around at least 6 times, but i knew i would never hear the end of it if i was to do a no show. In hindsight i wish i had of turned around and just taken the beating from the girls, would have been far better than the 12 hours of staring into my toilet bowl.
Dinner was at Salt Grill, some famous chef apparently owns it, but i was informed he is probably too busy to cook the food in it, only had his name on all the plates. Gay. So my $50 steak and beans was very tasty, add to that the McDonalds fries, yes people they looked and tasted like Micky D fries, the service was ordinary and i think that is why we got the complimentary fries, the bill was almost a grand. Wow. Miss Cake remover had a discount card, gave us $50 off, we didnt tip, we decided to use the excess money to buy cocktails. This of course was after Miffy made a Japanese visitor with baby and sars mask pose for a photo. I am sure she went and washed her hands afterwards.
Inga had said a few days before we just had to visit the bar that made molecular modified cocktails. What ever that means. Hell yeah i thought. So we did. This is when they turn liquid to other stuff like foam or sherbert or smoke i think and we drank a bit of each. I think this made me sick. Madonna went home because she is trying to re write the bible and Miffy cleared out also as she feared she might get arrested should she stay out with us. Goodnight, dont forget the keys.
Off we go. Avenue. Beergarden: they clearly didnt know who we were and when Miss bday girl announced we used to drink in that very place when we were 16, he didnt care. Not one bit. Arse.
Down Melbas via the Irish bar, we danced here to a really bad band, Inga met a boy. Enough said.
Melbas, more drinks and finally home. All i can say is thank god for Miss cake remover to get me home safely, i dont actually remember getting there. Smoking apple drink, you are to blame.
Morning after.
I woke up on the floor, i lay there for a minute trying to decide where the fark i was. I stood up, there are 2 girls in a bed. Who are they, where the fark am i and where are my shoes. It felt like 15 minutes of walking around this room, trying to figure out what had happened and why was i in a strangers room with no shoes. Bday girl rolls over. Phew. Familiar face and i hug her. Where the fark am i? Adjoining room. Phew. Everyone is next door, yes this is where i went to bed, somehow i made it to the floor of Bday girls room. Phew. And i help put a cake away and may or may not have eaten some horse duvers that had salmon on them and were left out overnight. Salmon made me sick.
Laugh out loud the next morning hearing the stories of the night. My god my girls crack me up. I think the laughing made me sick. Apparently the apples made Madonna sick and also Miffy who had to stop to retch (not vomit) in the hotel bin. We are a classy bunch.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
A little bit of crazy and a whole lot of love....
Lunch date today with my besties aka charlies angels which was then changed to awesome foursome as there is four of us and not three.
We have known each other since training bra age, i still wear a training bra when i dont feel the need for a bra with stuffing, anyway it has probably been since we were 13 ish onwards that we have known each other. There has been gaps in our friendships when we have been off doing other stuff, all the while living in the same state, just doing other stuff, now we are back together and i love that (i know i have probably said this in a previous blog, just want to refresh your memory).
Get togethers usually mean gifts from someone, last time Miffy lost my gift, although did have Madonna searching Sufferers Paradise to find it without any luck. So Miffy brings a decoration for our Easter Tree and some lemons. The chef in the restaurant thought he should bring a bottle of tequila to the table, given the amount of lemons we had. We dont need tequila. They found this out after 3 hours of talking and laughing out really loud. We talk about the funniest things, even the non funny things become funny, I am talking so funny we need a tissue to wipe the tears from our eyes.
Humphrey syndrome is not funny, we should not laugh.
I think there is some confirmed and yet to be confirmed crazy amongst us, I know there is a whole lot of love.
We have known each other since training bra age, i still wear a training bra when i dont feel the need for a bra with stuffing, anyway it has probably been since we were 13 ish onwards that we have known each other. There has been gaps in our friendships when we have been off doing other stuff, all the while living in the same state, just doing other stuff, now we are back together and i love that (i know i have probably said this in a previous blog, just want to refresh your memory).
Get togethers usually mean gifts from someone, last time Miffy lost my gift, although did have Madonna searching Sufferers Paradise to find it without any luck. So Miffy brings a decoration for our Easter Tree and some lemons. The chef in the restaurant thought he should bring a bottle of tequila to the table, given the amount of lemons we had. We dont need tequila. They found this out after 3 hours of talking and laughing out really loud. We talk about the funniest things, even the non funny things become funny, I am talking so funny we need a tissue to wipe the tears from our eyes.
Humphrey syndrome is not funny, we should not laugh.
I think there is some confirmed and yet to be confirmed crazy amongst us, I know there is a whole lot of love.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Car Wash
I spent a bit of time vacuuming about 6 tonne of dirt out of my car this afternoon. Next i thought i would wash my car. Pack the bucket, the car wash and drive the car around the back near the tank to start washing. There is not pump on this tank, that is ok, i will just take a bit longer to do it, so what if the water wont run out of the hose when you reach the roof of the car. Tom wanders over looking for Elvis (who i called Joe in my previous blog) and when i ask him to tell tall boy to come wash my car, he says "if you want it done right, do it yourself" agreed, i am a fan of this saying. And i was in a car wash kind of mood.
10 minutes later Tom and Elvis come back out to see how i am going. Not "right" apparently, Tom says bring it over to his house and use the wash bay where he washes his trucks. Ok, i reluctantly give in and take my little car over. Tom seriously has a wash bay, with a high pressure hose and special shampoo stuff and a drain under the car. Tom and Elvis wash my car for me, i sat in the sun and did nothing. So if you want something done right, start doing it yourself until a better offer comes along.
FYI when you google hot guy washing cars, you are directed to all sorts of gay porn sights. Really.
10 minutes later Tom and Elvis come back out to see how i am going. Not "right" apparently, Tom says bring it over to his house and use the wash bay where he washes his trucks. Ok, i reluctantly give in and take my little car over. Tom seriously has a wash bay, with a high pressure hose and special shampoo stuff and a drain under the car. Tom and Elvis wash my car for me, i sat in the sun and did nothing. So if you want something done right, start doing it yourself until a better offer comes along.
FYI when you google hot guy washing cars, you are directed to all sorts of gay porn sights. Really.
Dry spell
So it seems that not only i am going through a blog dry spell. Madonna, who is a daily blogger, and had i not been going through so much would have noticed earlier, that i hadnt read her blog for some time. Just yesterday i realised i hadnt gone onto her blog, excitedly i went the the bookmark, thinking i have at least 2 weeks to catch up on, nothing, nata, nil. Madonna is seriously busy with a thesis, yes she is a smart blogger, and has not come up for air/food for some time. I know she would be having coffee but was concerned about the other, until tonight she puts up a platter her beautiful candian made as a study snack. So now i know she is eating and well air is a given, or she would be dead. I will confirm this on Wednesday when the awesome foursome meet for lunch. I had called us charlies angels, was their 4 of them or 3 (i could google this but i like to have a question, just to check that you are reading).
So i have left my chair purchase phase and have moved into the cook like a crazy person phase. This started when i was off for couple of weeks, a couple of weeks ago. I never have really liked cooking, i mean i will cook if it involves one bowl and up to 4 ingredients. I think this started with the increasing amount of magazines which are entering my house (smoking was much cheaper). I am buying recipe mags and other mags that have recipes in them. I cut out the good ones and glue them into a scrapbook and write notes next to them about stuff i might need to buy which wouldnt always be in the pantry.
What i have learnt is that the stuff i cook, does not EVER look like the recipe. I have had some epic fails, and thankyoufamily Joe for still saying it tastes ok, the young boys are less forgiving, thats fine, dont eat EVER, see how you like that. Not only am i cooking, but setting our mini dining table and we are all sitting at it, i was going to light candles tonight but i thought that might be going to fast and would freak everyone out.
Note that on the box the cakes rise over the top of the case and the icing flows down the sides, also the most ridiculous cake mix i have ever seen, these cakes are about the size of a teaspoon.
So i have left my chair purchase phase and have moved into the cook like a crazy person phase. This started when i was off for couple of weeks, a couple of weeks ago. I never have really liked cooking, i mean i will cook if it involves one bowl and up to 4 ingredients. I think this started with the increasing amount of magazines which are entering my house (smoking was much cheaper). I am buying recipe mags and other mags that have recipes in them. I cut out the good ones and glue them into a scrapbook and write notes next to them about stuff i might need to buy which wouldnt always be in the pantry.
What i have learnt is that the stuff i cook, does not EVER look like the recipe. I have had some epic fails, and thankyou
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Starting from now....
As you may or may not know i lost my Dad last week. He is not missing, he passed away last Tuesday. I know this has been the single saddest day i have ever had to face. I have cried and cried, but never too much in front of other people. I dont know if this is good or bad, but it is how i have dealt with it. I dont want to put people in that awkward situation of being sorry or sad or not knowing what to say. I think death is an awkward situation, everyone you see is sorry, sad and doesnt know what to say, myself included when other people have lost love ones.
Dad had cancer. I think he had it for longer than he ever admitted, see dad didnt want anyone to be sad, he didnt want anyone to feel sorry for him and he certainly did not want to admit defeat. In the past, he had escaped so many illnesses, or did he? Perhaps he just told us he was fine, i will never know.
Dad did not want a funeral, he did not want people to have to take time out of their busy lives and have to attend a church when perhaps they had different spiritual beliefs, have a priest or a celebrant talk about a person they have never met, and have people cry when they have to say goodbye. He also figured that the money spent on a funeral could be spent on say a trip to Singapore. So we followed his wishes and had a 'gathering'.
The hardest part was giving this 'gathering' a title. Is it a reception or a toast or bon voyage? It was also not to be called a wake. Dad tried to organise his own wake for the Saturday before he died (he wanted to be there in person). He organised all of the family to turn up to the hospital to have a BBQ in the visitors area. Robina hospital has a nice facility for this, but you cannot actually use the BBQ for safety reasons. Anyway the BBQ was changed to a picnic, we all turned up at the hospital and Dad was unable to attend. He was not well enough. The only thing he said on the day was to ask Tall boy who had won the footy the night before, then he went back to sleep. At least everyone got to see him one last time. I spent the next couple of days with him at the hospital then he was gone.
We organised a 'farewell toast to Fred' for the following Saturday. Friends and family dropped into mums place, it was a beautiful day spent listening to stories from different people on how they remembered my Dad, you know i didnt realise he had touched so many people until this day, the kind words and love that filled the room was amazing, i felt blessed. A fellow band member of dads who knew him for many years came and played the bagpipes after a few words were said by my cousin in a toast (we nominated him as the only person who could keep it together to say a few words).
Bagpipes are beautiful. I loved watching my Dad play in the band (he was on drums). We had a toast and drank Glayva (it was his favourite drink), it was nice. While i was deeply sad inside it was a special day spent with special friends and family and i thank you all for being part of my Dads life, he would have loved to have been there to catch up with all my old school friends.
So now i am back home, and ready to regroup, with a few tears in private. I love you Dad, you will be sadly missed.
On the back of this photo i found hidden in dads room, it had written on the back 1978-1994 RIP. He cried when he traded it in.
Dad had cancer. I think he had it for longer than he ever admitted, see dad didnt want anyone to be sad, he didnt want anyone to feel sorry for him and he certainly did not want to admit defeat. In the past, he had escaped so many illnesses, or did he? Perhaps he just told us he was fine, i will never know.
Dad did not want a funeral, he did not want people to have to take time out of their busy lives and have to attend a church when perhaps they had different spiritual beliefs, have a priest or a celebrant talk about a person they have never met, and have people cry when they have to say goodbye. He also figured that the money spent on a funeral could be spent on say a trip to Singapore. So we followed his wishes and had a 'gathering'.
The hardest part was giving this 'gathering' a title. Is it a reception or a toast or bon voyage? It was also not to be called a wake. Dad tried to organise his own wake for the Saturday before he died (he wanted to be there in person). He organised all of the family to turn up to the hospital to have a BBQ in the visitors area. Robina hospital has a nice facility for this, but you cannot actually use the BBQ for safety reasons. Anyway the BBQ was changed to a picnic, we all turned up at the hospital and Dad was unable to attend. He was not well enough. The only thing he said on the day was to ask Tall boy who had won the footy the night before, then he went back to sleep. At least everyone got to see him one last time. I spent the next couple of days with him at the hospital then he was gone.
We organised a 'farewell toast to Fred' for the following Saturday. Friends and family dropped into mums place, it was a beautiful day spent listening to stories from different people on how they remembered my Dad, you know i didnt realise he had touched so many people until this day, the kind words and love that filled the room was amazing, i felt blessed. A fellow band member of dads who knew him for many years came and played the bagpipes after a few words were said by my cousin in a toast (we nominated him as the only person who could keep it together to say a few words).
Bagpipes are beautiful. I loved watching my Dad play in the band (he was on drums). We had a toast and drank Glayva (it was his favourite drink), it was nice. While i was deeply sad inside it was a special day spent with special friends and family and i thank you all for being part of my Dads life, he would have loved to have been there to catch up with all my old school friends.
So now i am back home, and ready to regroup, with a few tears in private. I love you Dad, you will be sadly missed.
On the back of this photo i found hidden in dads room, it had written on the back 1978-1994 RIP. He cried when he traded it in.
Dry spell
Yes i have been MIA since January 18, this was my last post (cue trumpet). I have spent some time with very little motivation and have just been accessing what i need from my iphone, this would be difficult to write a blog on so i have not. I thought i now is as good a time to get my shit together and get blogging (amongst other things). Fresh start, new beginnings you know that kind of motivational speak. You might need to read some future blogs to understand what i am talking about, but for now i need to let you know that i did subscribe to Frankie Magazine and 2 months between issues is too long. I must write them a letter.
Speaking of writing letters and way off topic and has nothing to do with my blogs i will be spewing out tonight (thats the plan). Tall boy played footy at a Gold Coast football field on Saturday afternoon. The ref was pissed. Yes he was drunk. It took tall boy to tell the officials he was pissed for them to do anything about it and this was 10 minutes into the game. Really. The said club is a rather big one, i dont want to name names, but they are idiots mostly and probably were thinking they could let this slide. Really. So i am going to write a letter to the governing body (names witheld to protect a defamation suit against myself), probably wont make any difference but what would have happened should an incident occured on the field? Not good. That is my white whine for the day.
Cheers
Speaking of writing letters and way off topic and has nothing to do with my blogs i will be spewing out tonight (thats the plan). Tall boy played footy at a Gold Coast football field on Saturday afternoon. The ref was pissed. Yes he was drunk. It took tall boy to tell the officials he was pissed for them to do anything about it and this was 10 minutes into the game. Really. The said club is a rather big one, i dont want to name names, but they are idiots mostly and probably were thinking they could let this slide. Really. So i am going to write a letter to the governing body (names witheld to protect a defamation suit against myself), probably wont make any difference but what would have happened should an incident occured on the field? Not good. That is my white whine for the day.
Cheers
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Magazines
While in a coffe shop in Evans Head, i discovered Frankie, i know it has been around for ever, i have read it before, but this time i fell in love. I even stole a copy. Wait. Elvis stole it, i wrapped it in his newspaper and gave it to him to carry out. Partly because i was in love, but mainly because it has a huge article on dolls houses. Madonna and Miffy are both considering renovating theirs so i though they would love the article. I even thought a dolls house would be fun. Yep, need another hobby. Not.
I have been to 4 news agents since then and i cannot find a copy of Frankie. I might have to subscribe.
Couple of Sundays
So it appears i have not been around since Jan 3rd. I had better review my last blog so i dont repeat myself. Dog vs Magic Mushrooms, check. Christmas Day, check. New years eve, bundy snorting and vomit, check. Impromptu camping, KFC Kilcoy (or lack there of), check.
Since then i have had some blank days. Really i dont remember anything. I have been on holidays for a bit, and the days seem to roll into the next. I have happy days and sad days, sometimes both in the same day, actually mostly in the same day, hopefully when you have seen me, if you have seen me, it has been during the happy less insane part.
I did go camping. With Elvis and the boys and 2 of their friends. I had an anxiety attack leading up to departure, during the packing phase and even before this when i was deciding whether to stay or go.
I am just going to add that this blog is taking fucking forever to write. Tall boys computer is really pissing me off.
So when TT#1 said she would leave her air conditioned house even after we have been warned of an impending heatwave, to house sit in my queenslander, with a swimming pool but no air con and look after my fur babies, i had no excuse not to go. Plus the tall and the short were looking forward to camping, actually not camping so much as they are 13 and 16, but the fact that the camp grounds are full of pretty girls who can all surf and ride a skate board. They are now the alley cats we used to talk about when we first started camping at Evans Head about 15 years ago. Tall boy drove me down, i must say i was not so nervous, except when we had to merge onto the highway, its ok, we survived without an accident or a speeding ticket , he doesnt read signs as often as you should, and for this it became a quiz all the way down "what did that last sign say ?" needless to say, tall boy quit driving at Chinderah, he was bored of it and wanted me to stop quizzing him mostly.
Day one, set up, cant remember anything else. The next morning, Elvis is cleaning a table and is stung by a bee. I know this because when i got back from my morning walk/newspaper/milk/magazine trip he was sitting in a chair, all red. Yes he was red, and puffy. He showed me where he was stung on the little finger, his hand resembled a cartoon hand. It was at this point i offered him a zyrtec OR a ride to the hospital. I was secretly hoping the antihistimine would work and my days plans would not be ruined. Is that selfish? I am a Leo, have i told you this? Anyhow, off to hospital, turns out we should have called an ambulance and it was one of the worst reactions they had seen in a while. 5 hours later, loads of drugs, couple bags of fluids, and a prescription for an Epipen, we arrive back at camp. Elvis put me in charge of looking after and administering adrenalin should he be stung again. Someone asked if i was going to start bee keeping (name witheld).
In total Elvis spent one afternoon at campsite, one day in hospital, three days at work and then another day and half at camp until i decided we should pack up and go home. The weather was turning and for those of you who have been to Evans, it puts on a pretty mean storm. I was so happy to be at home. Isnt that sad. The beach was beautiful, i even got to do some surfing when i could get my board off the boys. It was usually brought back to me when the surf had gone to shit and i was so sunburnt from waiting. I did get some waves, the water was warm and so clear. It truly is a beautiful place. When i grow up i might move there, you can ride your horse on the beach. That is my happy place (horse on beach) if anyone is interested.
So as we did not camp with any of our fellow alcoholics, we didnt drink as much as we usually do when camping. You know the kind of holiday when you need to detox when you get home? Not needed. I did however find Long Island Iced Tea in a cask. The Goon is back. My boys did not know what a goon was, nor did they know you could use the empty one as a pillow, or a pool float. Kids of the 70's would absolutely know this.
Since being home i have started to re-invent my office (aka Bermuda Triangle). I have started buying an unusual amount of magazines, especially those with recipes in them that i will never ever cook, and cushions. I have moved furniture and even squeezed a dining table into my baby kitchen. Should have seen the shock on the boys faces when i announced we would be eating at the table. Sad. I remember having to ask to be excused when i was finished eating. Need to get back to talking over dinner.
I am still not smoking. Despite the hypnotherapist saying i will not replace it with anything, i have replaced the smokes with:
magazines
alcohol
cushions
cooking (but not anything from the new magazines, just some old favourites)
gym
going to bed really really early
writing lists (yes more than before)
notebooks
I cannot decide if it is the smokes or my mental status or a combination of the two which has contributed to all or part of these replacements.
Since then i have had some blank days. Really i dont remember anything. I have been on holidays for a bit, and the days seem to roll into the next. I have happy days and sad days, sometimes both in the same day, actually mostly in the same day, hopefully when you have seen me, if you have seen me, it has been during the happy less insane part.
I did go camping. With Elvis and the boys and 2 of their friends. I had an anxiety attack leading up to departure, during the packing phase and even before this when i was deciding whether to stay or go.
I am just going to add that this blog is taking fucking forever to write. Tall boys computer is really pissing me off.
So when TT#1 said she would leave her air conditioned house even after we have been warned of an impending heatwave, to house sit in my queenslander, with a swimming pool but no air con and look after my fur babies, i had no excuse not to go. Plus the tall and the short were looking forward to camping, actually not camping so much as they are 13 and 16, but the fact that the camp grounds are full of pretty girls who can all surf and ride a skate board. They are now the alley cats we used to talk about when we first started camping at Evans Head about 15 years ago. Tall boy drove me down, i must say i was not so nervous, except when we had to merge onto the highway, its ok, we survived without an accident or a speeding ticket , he doesnt read signs as often as you should, and for this it became a quiz all the way down "what did that last sign say ?" needless to say, tall boy quit driving at Chinderah, he was bored of it and wanted me to stop quizzing him mostly.
Day one, set up, cant remember anything else. The next morning, Elvis is cleaning a table and is stung by a bee. I know this because when i got back from my morning walk/newspaper/milk/magazine trip he was sitting in a chair, all red. Yes he was red, and puffy. He showed me where he was stung on the little finger, his hand resembled a cartoon hand. It was at this point i offered him a zyrtec OR a ride to the hospital. I was secretly hoping the antihistimine would work and my days plans would not be ruined. Is that selfish? I am a Leo, have i told you this? Anyhow, off to hospital, turns out we should have called an ambulance and it was one of the worst reactions they had seen in a while. 5 hours later, loads of drugs, couple bags of fluids, and a prescription for an Epipen, we arrive back at camp. Elvis put me in charge of looking after and administering adrenalin should he be stung again. Someone asked if i was going to start bee keeping (name witheld).
In total Elvis spent one afternoon at campsite, one day in hospital, three days at work and then another day and half at camp until i decided we should pack up and go home. The weather was turning and for those of you who have been to Evans, it puts on a pretty mean storm. I was so happy to be at home. Isnt that sad. The beach was beautiful, i even got to do some surfing when i could get my board off the boys. It was usually brought back to me when the surf had gone to shit and i was so sunburnt from waiting. I did get some waves, the water was warm and so clear. It truly is a beautiful place. When i grow up i might move there, you can ride your horse on the beach. That is my happy place (horse on beach) if anyone is interested.
So as we did not camp with any of our fellow alcoholics, we didnt drink as much as we usually do when camping. You know the kind of holiday when you need to detox when you get home? Not needed. I did however find Long Island Iced Tea in a cask. The Goon is back. My boys did not know what a goon was, nor did they know you could use the empty one as a pillow, or a pool float. Kids of the 70's would absolutely know this.
Since being home i have started to re-invent my office (aka Bermuda Triangle). I have started buying an unusual amount of magazines, especially those with recipes in them that i will never ever cook, and cushions. I have moved furniture and even squeezed a dining table into my baby kitchen. Should have seen the shock on the boys faces when i announced we would be eating at the table. Sad. I remember having to ask to be excused when i was finished eating. Need to get back to talking over dinner.
I am still not smoking. Despite the hypnotherapist saying i will not replace it with anything, i have replaced the smokes with:
magazines
alcohol
cushions
cooking (but not anything from the new magazines, just some old favourites)
gym
going to bed really really early
writing lists (yes more than before)
notebooks
I cannot decide if it is the smokes or my mental status or a combination of the two which has contributed to all or part of these replacements.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Is it Tuesday?
What day is it? I have been so confused since. wow. christmas.
Update on Piper first: he had recovered from his magic mushroom episode and was safe (but remained disorientated) at home, and was attacked by a couple of neighbourhood bullies, he appeared at the back steps covered in blood, instigating another trip to the after hours vet. Stapled and bandaged and still on antibiotics post mushroom feast, he is going really well now, and owes me a few dollars. Felicity has her splint off also ( i may have mentioned this before) and is walking really well. She has a sports splint on through the day, should she decide to take a bolt around the back yard, she has a little support.
Christmas day went off with a bang. We had Santa Fever, Dad had some other illness and couldnt make it, which was sad, we missed him. Loads of love and laughter, very little dessert. There was a breakdown in communications and no one made dessert, fortunately we had a packet of white chocolate Tim Tams and a Ginger Bread house i didnt want to demolish, it was so perfect. The kids were excited about crushing it, as they were with smashing santa with a stick. Yes we had a pinjata. We didnt leave the house all day, it was nice for a change.
Roll on new years, it was a quiet one, a few close friends came over, everyone seemed to have their own plans this year, a first for a while and this was kind of sad. Our beautiful 'pommie' neighbours organised a game of cricket, there was Pimms and Cucumber sandwiches, and a million other things to eat and drink. It was a great day with loads of laughs.
I am still not smoking, i think that i have replaced the cigarettes with alcohol. Really, i know i can be the Queen of binge aka Boozy Von Drunk Alot, on occasions, i can admit that i do love a binge, and also why i loved Vegas. But this night i cut myself off at 1/2 bottle of vodka/red bull, i was proud of this decision, except that i found out the next day i had just switched to Turkey because i was out of red bull. I know this because i posted it on FB that night. Together we shot zambucca and apple schnapps (apparently) and the Axe lit up Bundy OP to prove it was the real deal, that the table wouldnt burn and that we could also encourage him to snort it up his nose. After this was done (and please dont try this at home), and we could smell his nose hairs, i also thought his head was on fire, but it was one of the partiers cigarettes behind him, waving smoke which appeared to be coming out of his ears, everyone went to bed. I did not. The Axe and i sat up and i believe i was speaking a huge amount of shit resulting from overindulgence of alcoholic bevvies since lunchtime at the cricket, and it is now about 2 am. I dont remember going to bed, i woke up and got in my swimmers and jumped in the pool, the hangover kicked in soon after and my fellow revellers who were all quite healthy the next day decided on a road trip. Excellent. Not. There was also alot of solutions to my problem: "you should eat something" "you need to get up and move around". No. I have had hangovers like this for 20 years at least. Miffy will remember the long trips back to Lismore with all the vomit stops. I think i know what is best for my hangover. Go to bed. Get up and vomit. Go to bed. Get up and vomit. Continue in this sequence for next 12 hours. Declare that you will never drink again and pray for someone to come in and kill you. I requested suffocation by drowning in the morning swim (i knew the day would be ordinary).
To prove a point, i grabbed a sausage, and ate it while i walked down the road. Didnt work. Dog ate the vomit.
Anywho, road trip was fun, we impromptu camped at Somerset Dam. By impromptu i mean each family through some food in an esky, a tent, something to sleep on and a spare set of clothes. I got to lay in the back while we drove the 2.5 hour trip. We all went because we thought i was only an hour away. Wasnt. We set up camp. We had no mattresses, no BBQ, no lights. We did have cheese, sausages, chips and trifle. Bad start. So when we got desperate and sent the boys to get KFC (for hangover) from Kilcoy (i had googled Kilcoy KFC to make sure it was there), they came home with Hamburgers. Guess what. No KFC in Kilcoy. It helps to open the page when you google as these probably all said that there is not KFC anywhere near Kilcoy. Bummer. Also can you imagine me eating trifle in the dark? I am terrified of soggy cake. I am not sure if i have blogged about this before, one for the list if i have not, just to clarify the situation with food phobias.
While camping with your dearest friends is fun, this was particularly funny. We had been ill prepared and spent the whole time laughing about it. I had sore ribs from laughing. We hugged trees and sat in the dark.
I also decided that i am not a fan of skiing, or the process. I like the surf. I like to fish off boats, i get a bit anxious going fast, and it really looks like an expensive hobby where you could actually get really hurt everytime you fall off, or lack the ability to walk the next day because your muscles are aching from trying not to fall off. The thing i did like is the camping deal and the fact that all the ski boats have glitter on them (nice touch) and really cool names, mostly to do with not having any money. The boys enjoyed it, but it seems they all sit around alot waiting for a turn. So i guess you also need to have your own boat, again, expensive hobby. I thought i would pimp my horse float, or my surf board, put some glitter on it and then i could feel like part of the club? Cookie voted to buy a jetski, you could have two sitting on it, and tow two: fun family outing. Yep if you dont crash into the other million people on the dam driving fast, apparently jet skis are to boats, what boogie boards are to surfers. I am too anxious for such a sport. I am trying to have this anxiety diagnosed and have some drugs dispensed to help me survive, will keep you posted on the outcome. Perhaps should go back for Hypnosis with Miss I, it seems we could sort out our whole lives through hypnotherapy. Nice.
Update on Piper first: he had recovered from his magic mushroom episode and was safe (but remained disorientated) at home, and was attacked by a couple of neighbourhood bullies, he appeared at the back steps covered in blood, instigating another trip to the after hours vet. Stapled and bandaged and still on antibiotics post mushroom feast, he is going really well now, and owes me a few dollars. Felicity has her splint off also ( i may have mentioned this before) and is walking really well. She has a sports splint on through the day, should she decide to take a bolt around the back yard, she has a little support.
Christmas day went off with a bang. We had Santa Fever, Dad had some other illness and couldnt make it, which was sad, we missed him. Loads of love and laughter, very little dessert. There was a breakdown in communications and no one made dessert, fortunately we had a packet of white chocolate Tim Tams and a Ginger Bread house i didnt want to demolish, it was so perfect. The kids were excited about crushing it, as they were with smashing santa with a stick. Yes we had a pinjata. We didnt leave the house all day, it was nice for a change.
Roll on new years, it was a quiet one, a few close friends came over, everyone seemed to have their own plans this year, a first for a while and this was kind of sad. Our beautiful 'pommie' neighbours organised a game of cricket, there was Pimms and Cucumber sandwiches, and a million other things to eat and drink. It was a great day with loads of laughs.
I am still not smoking, i think that i have replaced the cigarettes with alcohol. Really, i know i can be the Queen of binge aka Boozy Von Drunk Alot, on occasions, i can admit that i do love a binge, and also why i loved Vegas. But this night i cut myself off at 1/2 bottle of vodka/red bull, i was proud of this decision, except that i found out the next day i had just switched to Turkey because i was out of red bull. I know this because i posted it on FB that night. Together we shot zambucca and apple schnapps (apparently) and the Axe lit up Bundy OP to prove it was the real deal, that the table wouldnt burn and that we could also encourage him to snort it up his nose. After this was done (and please dont try this at home), and we could smell his nose hairs, i also thought his head was on fire, but it was one of the partiers cigarettes behind him, waving smoke which appeared to be coming out of his ears, everyone went to bed. I did not. The Axe and i sat up and i believe i was speaking a huge amount of shit resulting from overindulgence of alcoholic bevvies since lunchtime at the cricket, and it is now about 2 am. I dont remember going to bed, i woke up and got in my swimmers and jumped in the pool, the hangover kicked in soon after and my fellow revellers who were all quite healthy the next day decided on a road trip. Excellent. Not. There was also alot of solutions to my problem: "you should eat something" "you need to get up and move around". No. I have had hangovers like this for 20 years at least. Miffy will remember the long trips back to Lismore with all the vomit stops. I think i know what is best for my hangover. Go to bed. Get up and vomit. Go to bed. Get up and vomit. Continue in this sequence for next 12 hours. Declare that you will never drink again and pray for someone to come in and kill you. I requested suffocation by drowning in the morning swim (i knew the day would be ordinary).
To prove a point, i grabbed a sausage, and ate it while i walked down the road. Didnt work. Dog ate the vomit.
Anywho, road trip was fun, we impromptu camped at Somerset Dam. By impromptu i mean each family through some food in an esky, a tent, something to sleep on and a spare set of clothes. I got to lay in the back while we drove the 2.5 hour trip. We all went because we thought i was only an hour away. Wasnt. We set up camp. We had no mattresses, no BBQ, no lights. We did have cheese, sausages, chips and trifle. Bad start. So when we got desperate and sent the boys to get KFC (for hangover) from Kilcoy (i had googled Kilcoy KFC to make sure it was there), they came home with Hamburgers. Guess what. No KFC in Kilcoy. It helps to open the page when you google as these probably all said that there is not KFC anywhere near Kilcoy. Bummer. Also can you imagine me eating trifle in the dark? I am terrified of soggy cake. I am not sure if i have blogged about this before, one for the list if i have not, just to clarify the situation with food phobias.
While camping with your dearest friends is fun, this was particularly funny. We had been ill prepared and spent the whole time laughing about it. I had sore ribs from laughing. We hugged trees and sat in the dark.
I also decided that i am not a fan of skiing, or the process. I like the surf. I like to fish off boats, i get a bit anxious going fast, and it really looks like an expensive hobby where you could actually get really hurt everytime you fall off, or lack the ability to walk the next day because your muscles are aching from trying not to fall off. The thing i did like is the camping deal and the fact that all the ski boats have glitter on them (nice touch) and really cool names, mostly to do with not having any money. The boys enjoyed it, but it seems they all sit around alot waiting for a turn. So i guess you also need to have your own boat, again, expensive hobby. I thought i would pimp my horse float, or my surf board, put some glitter on it and then i could feel like part of the club? Cookie voted to buy a jetski, you could have two sitting on it, and tow two: fun family outing. Yep if you dont crash into the other million people on the dam driving fast, apparently jet skis are to boats, what boogie boards are to surfers. I am too anxious for such a sport. I am trying to have this anxiety diagnosed and have some drugs dispensed to help me survive, will keep you posted on the outcome. Perhaps should go back for Hypnosis with Miss I, it seems we could sort out our whole lives through hypnotherapy. Nice.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Three more sleeps ...
The big man will be here in 3 more sleeps, i know this because i have watched Polar Express. If you have kids who are starting to wonder about Santa, or if you need a little christmas pick me up, watch this movie. I took my boys to see it when it was on at the movies, i laughed and cried and left the cinema thinking that Santa might just be out there. Really?
Elvis and I dont buy each other anything amazing for xmas anymore, just small things to put in a stocking. I have however bought him a sign for manland, i can write this because he will not be reading my blog anytime in the near future, or perhaps ever, and it does not fit in his stocking, also got a mini size bar top fuzball table (how do you spell this), this does not fit either so his stocking will be empty (note to self, get to the dollar shop and buy crap today).
What i look forward to is secret santa, crappy presents under $5, it is a laugh. I miss the homemade gifts from my kids when they were little, Cookie did go shopping for us all, i did have to give him money to do so, i am busting to know what he got, apparently it is the same as my kiwi friend aka Pretty Painter Girl.
Lunch with my school pals the other day, it was lovely. Hostess with the mostess aka Miffy put on a beautiful lunch, complete with homemade relish/chutney/jam.
Relish - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Elvis and I dont buy each other anything amazing for xmas anymore, just small things to put in a stocking. I have however bought him a sign for manland, i can write this because he will not be reading my blog anytime in the near future, or perhaps ever, and it does not fit in his stocking, also got a mini size bar top fuzball table (how do you spell this), this does not fit either so his stocking will be empty (note to self, get to the dollar shop and buy crap today).
What i look forward to is secret santa, crappy presents under $5, it is a laugh. I miss the homemade gifts from my kids when they were little, Cookie did go shopping for us all, i did have to give him money to do so, i am busting to know what he got, apparently it is the same as my kiwi friend aka Pretty Painter Girl.
Lunch with my school pals the other day, it was lovely. Hostess with the mostess aka Miffy put on a beautiful lunch, complete with homemade relish/chutney/jam.
Relish - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
A relish is a cooked, pickled, or chopped vegetable or fruit food item which is
typically used as a condiment.
typically used as a condiment.
Chutney - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Piper had a fine old time rolling in the manure pile, this is kind of like rubbing that perfume sample off the magazine page to him. This pile has been in my back yard for 2 years. I visited him last night and he was sleeping, when he heard my voice he got so excited i had to leave, they may have had to sedate him again, i am not sure. On Tuesday i was going to put him to sleep, the vet encouraged me to give it some time first. You cannot put a monetary value on your animals, but i have always maintained that if a human had to miss out because one of my animals needed veterinary care, then it would be time to let them go. I kind of havent stuck to this after Felicity and her leg and now Piper and his mushrooms. Inbetween i have had Stuart (white cat who has had sex change) with issues and Jim who cannot keep his own penis clean (yes this can be common for those of you who are not horsey people). I am a vet nurse, i teach vet nursing, i preach pet insurance, i dont have it. Even after Flicks injury i looked into it again, and didnt get it. Lesson learnt. I am down a family trip to Thailand for the money i have spent. Onwards and upwards. Fence off the manure, get Piper home, get pet insurance, start saving again. At least he is still with us. Thankyou especially to all my friends for your kind words and well wishes, Piper is one in a million, for those of you who know him (and ignore the idiot side of him) you know what i mean.
Chutney is a condiment used in South Asian cuisine that usually contains a spice
and vegetable mix.
and vegetable mix.
Can anyone clarify the difference between the two?
It is these kinds of things which make the lunch special, homemade. Miffy also had a free for all, kind of like a garage sale but pile of stuff she had no space for, give away, even a shopping trolley and paper bags to fill, this made me laugh. Gifts were flowing and all hand made. Inga, your treats have gone, i didnt even get to taste one, apparently they got the thumbs up, i am going to reuse the jar for my chutney/relish i am making today. Miffy the soaps like you said have made my house smell like a nightclub (aniseed) mixed with a dentist (peppermint). Tall boy said that the peppermint cleared his nose in the shower, i can say that you should not use this on your bits. I am not sure if you have used essential oils, but i have wanted to sleep since i got them home lol. So gifts from the heart, laughs, champagne and the greatest quiche ever, thankyou girls.
As you might be following Piper and his attempt to kill himself or at least get high on mushrooms, i believe he might be coming home for christmas. If he isnt home soon i will have to sell the house or one of my children to pay to get him out.
Mould carry mycotoxins, this can also be found in blue cheese. Please do not stop eating blue cheese after you read this and Miffy if you need to read more google mycotoxicosis in dogs.
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