They Say What They Say

The small children and I attempted to make a gingerbread house using one of those ready-made kits on the weekend. as you can see the results were mixed:



Unfortunately because of the warm weather the icing refused to set and melted after a while. Bits of it kept sliding off until we finally gave up and ate it for dessert. It didn't taste very nice. But it looked festive for a short while and it distracted the kids for long enough so my sister could make the Christmas pudding in peace.

The small children and I attempted to make a gingerbread house using one of those ready-made kits on the weekend. as you can see the results were mixed:



Unfortunately because of the warm weather the icing refused to set and melted after a while. Bits of it kept sliding off until we finally gave up and ate it for dessert. It didn't taste very nice. But it looked festive for a short while and it distracted the kids for long enough so my sister could make the Christmas pudding in peace.

I've been terribly slack about posting lately. I had hoped to have the Laylee in New York entries finished by now, plus there's this Torchwood fic that I want to rec and general blather that I want to go on about. But finding the time to do so is the problem. Last week was busy beyond belief, and this week much the same. Tomorrow I'm heading up the the old home town for Easter and to go camping in Great Western, then I have to take mum to a funeral either Tuesday or Thursday of next week, and of course there's work and all those daily jobs one has to find time for. Why isn't the week ten days long when you need it to be???

I've been terribly slack about posting lately. I had hoped to have the Laylee in New York entries finished by now, plus there's this Torchwood fic that I want to rec and general blather that I want to go on about. But finding the time to do so is the problem. Last week was busy beyond belief, and this week much the same. Tomorrow I'm heading up the the old home town for Easter and to go camping in Great Western, then I have to take mum to a funeral either Tuesday or Thursday of next week, and of course there's work and all those daily jobs one has to find time for. Why isn't the week ten days long when you need it to be???

Ah, it's finally the end of the week. I was going to drive up to the old home town after work this afternoon, but I'm so tired I was afraid I'd fall asleep while I was driving so I put it off until tomorrow morning. I don't think my sister is too happy with that particular decision because she was counting on me for mother duty, but I'm suspecting she'd be less happy with having to attend my funeral because I died in a fiery car crash on the Western Freeway.

So I'm home sitting on the couch and enjoying glass of three of red wine. A French Bordeaux for a change. I'm finding it to be a little light-weight compared to the robust Australian Shiraz that is my usual choice, but it's a warm night so a light style wine is very easy on the pallet. And you've gotta love Aldi and their eclectic selection of beverages.

I also made the Best Sandwich Ever!^TM for dinner tonight. I was going to do pasta, my usual Friday night meal, but I has no pasta sauce in the freezer and I couldn't be arsed cooking when I finally got home. So I pulled out the sandwich maker and threw together a combination of ham, cheese, tomato, capers, basil and tomato paste on wholemeal spelt that turned into the Best Sandwich Ever!^TM The best part about it were the crispy bits of cheese at the edge that formed while the sandwich was toasting. And I really can't get enough of capers at the moment. I'm putting them in just about everything I make. It's probably just as well that my natural cooking style veers toward the Italian and involves a lot of tomatoes, olive oil, fresh vegetables, garlic and basil because I suspect capers wouldn't taste so good in a stir fry.

Mum's out of hospital, thank god, and feeling much better, however we still need to devise some sort of long term solution to this whole scenario. It does not help that when she's in good health and feeling fine she will not even entertain the thought of moving into an assisted living facility. But she's turning eighty five in a little under two weeks and judging by past experience, I'm estimating that we'll be visiting her in hospital again sometime around Australia Day in January. I can only hope that common sense will win out, but then again who needs common sense when you're nearly eighty five?

While I was eating the Best Sandwich Ever!^TM I watched Transformers on the teev and I have to say, someone should talk to the Cohen brothers about casting Shia LaBeouf in one of their movies. He may seem to naturally gravitate toward the mindless blockbusters, but I suspect that with a decent director and a sharp as nails script he could be the next John Turturro. He was certainly able to hold his own against the man himself in the aforementioned blockbuster.

In other fanish news I am about three episodes behind with Supernatural and I'm not sure when I'm going to be able to catch up. It's finally returning to Australian TV on Monday and I'm not sure whether to watch the episodes I have on my USB dive or just wait until they pop up on the bif screen, so to speak. With Christmas looming and most of my free time already taken up with various social functions, not to mention finding a few minutes to go to gym or buy toilet paper, I'm not sure when I'll be able to get to them. Why can't there be forty-eight hours in a day? Just occasionally when we need the extra time!

Meh, now it's raining. There go my plans to spend the weekend wearing sundresses. Meh.

ETA: Because some things bear repeating:



Do you think that if we lobby enough scientists they'd clone Paul Gross so we could all have one?

Ah, it's finally the end of the week. I was going to drive up to the old home town after work this afternoon, but I'm so tired I was afraid I'd fall asleep while I was driving so I put it off until tomorrow morning. I don't think my sister is too happy with that particular decision because she was counting on me for mother duty, but I'm suspecting she'd be less happy with having to attend my funeral because I died in a fiery car crash on the Western Freeway.

So I'm home sitting on the couch and enjoying glass of three of red wine. A French Bordeaux for a change. I'm finding it to be a little light-weight compared to the robust Australian Shiraz that is my usual choice, but it's a warm night so a light style wine is very easy on the pallet. And you've gotta love Aldi and their eclectic selection of beverages.

I also made the Best Sandwich Ever!^TM for dinner tonight. I was going to do pasta, my usual Friday night meal, but I has no pasta sauce in the freezer and I couldn't be arsed cooking when I finally got home. So I pulled out the sandwich maker and threw together a combination of ham, cheese, tomato, capers, basil and tomato paste on wholemeal spelt that turned into the Best Sandwich Ever!^TM The best part about it were the crispy bits of cheese at the edge that formed while the sandwich was toasting. And I really can't get enough of capers at the moment. I'm putting them in just about everything I make. It's probably just as well that my natural cooking style veers toward the Italian and involves a lot of tomatoes, olive oil, fresh vegetables, garlic and basil because I suspect capers wouldn't taste so good in a stir fry.

Mum's out of hospital, thank god, and feeling much better, however we still need to devise some sort of long term solution to this whole scenario. It does not help that when she's in good health and feeling fine she will not even entertain the thought of moving into an assisted living facility. But she's turning eighty five in a little under two weeks and judging by past experience, I'm estimating that we'll be visiting her in hospital again sometime around Australia Day in January. I can only hope that common sense will win out, but then again who needs common sense when you're nearly eighty five?

While I was eating the Best Sandwich Ever!^TM I watched Transformers on the teev and I have to say, someone should talk to the Cohen brothers about casting Shia LaBeouf in one of their movies. He may seem to naturally gravitate toward the mindless blockbusters, but I suspect that with a decent director and a sharp as nails script he could be the next John Turturro. He was certainly able to hold his own against the man himself in the aforementioned blockbuster.

In other fanish news I am about three episodes behind with Supernatural and I'm not sure when I'm going to be able to catch up. It's finally returning to Australian TV on Monday and I'm not sure whether to watch the episodes I have on my USB dive or just wait until they pop up on the bif screen, so to speak. With Christmas looming and most of my free time already taken up with various social functions, not to mention finding a few minutes to go to gym or buy toilet paper, I'm not sure when I'll be able to get to them. Why can't there be forty-eight hours in a day? Just occasionally when we need the extra time!

Meh, now it's raining. There go my plans to spend the weekend wearing sundresses. Meh.

ETA: Because some things bear repeating:



Do you think that if we lobby enough scientists they'd clone Paul Gross so we could all have one?

Today I nearly drowned while trying to unlock my car.

Seriously, I did.

You see, I spent the weekend in the only home town for littlest niece's second birthday and this morning it rained. A lot. So much so that when best work friend and I went to drive over to Spotlight to pick up the balloons for the party, I discovered that the gutter outside my sister's house had overflowed and my card was surrounded by nearly a foot of water. The only way I could get near the door to open it was to take off my shoes and socks and wade through the water, all while it continued to bucket down around me and A just stood there and laughed at me. And then I completely failed to find Pin the Tail on the Donkey and had to settle for Pin the Horn on the Unicorn instead, they'd sold out of the the bags N needed to make out a couple of extra lolly bags and we had to hang around for an hour and a half waiting for the balloons to be ready to collect. Seriously, how hard is it to squirt some helium into a dozen balloons?

Oh yeah, and the rain? It did not stop all morning so I was well and truly drenched by the time I made it home. Thank go for champagne, party pies and profiteroles, that's all I can say.

Today I nearly drowned while trying to unlock my car.

Seriously, I did.

You see, I spent the weekend in the only home town for littlest niece's second birthday and this morning it rained. A lot. So much so that when best work friend and I went to drive over to Spotlight to pick up the balloons for the party, I discovered that the gutter outside my sister's house had overflowed and my card was surrounded by nearly a foot of water. The only way I could get near the door to open it was to take off my shoes and socks and wade through the water, all while it continued to bucket down around me and A just stood there and laughed at me. And then I completely failed to find Pin the Tail on the Donkey and had to settle for Pin the Horn on the Unicorn instead, they'd sold out of the the bags N needed to make out a couple of extra lolly bags and we had to hang around for an hour and a half waiting for the balloons to be ready to collect. Seriously, how hard is it to squirt some helium into a dozen balloons?

Oh yeah, and the rain? It did not stop all morning so I was well and truly drenched by the time I made it home. Thank go for champagne, party pies and profiteroles, that's all I can say.