We did our usual and headed down the beach with a picnic to watch the sunset,
play with glo-stix and catch a glimpse of the fireworks from over yon city-side.
It was low-tide when we arrived, so we threw our stuff down and went exploring.
Until it got dark enough to break out the glow-stix..
No, that's not our party. Nice to see people actually using their beachboxes though.
If I owned one, i'd be down there all the time, decorating it like a fantasy cubbyhouse
and inventing little stories in my head and playing Swiss Family Robinson.
Finally the sun did set.
You can't see properly at this size, but one of those silhouettes is taking an iphone picture.
It looks quite cool, but i'm not sure how her photo would have turned out?
Finally, when it was dark enough, Melbourne city let off the 'early fireworks', except this
year, all we heard was the pops and bangs. The venue change meant nothing was visible,
which was a bit disappointing, but ah well. The kids made me light sparklers against my
better judgement and one of them sustained finger burns, so that was a bit of fun later on
( O_o ), but he eventually fell asleep clutching his ziplock bag of crushed ice
( man we love that fridge ).
2013 was a messy brainblur for me so i'm hoping 2014 might take a slower,
more balanced pace.
Hope you had a good one!
xx
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Monday, March 04, 2013
So How's that Mini-Fridge Situation Treating You?
Me?
Oh hai, well, i'm glad you asked.
It's .. been ... a bit annoying frankly .. but not so much for me to whine .. i've been using it as a ..
character building excercise.
And of course, i've offset the UGH! by shopping for a new fridge for the new house with
all the bells and whistles, which has been fun and involved a salesman writing up a docket,
which was later cancelled, then making my mind up FOR SURE and telling my cabinetmaker
the dimensions .. and then buying a completely different fridge.
In fact, a fridge I refused to even look at or entertain the notion of originally. French Door?
What a load of saleswallop. Add some ooh-la-la, it's Frunch, darhlinks and the punters will come.
Well, I sneered. Then later had to eat my sneer.
Sneerlicious.
What I wanted:
A side-by-side with water & icemaking facilities in the door.
My family crunches ice like frozen crack.
When we go to the 7-11 in Summer for supersized slushies ( $3 a pop ),
the youngest selects instead a bag of PartyIce for the same price.
It's weird, but his stash lasts longer than ours.
Oh, and please don''t tell me you shouldn't eat ice out of the esky.
I'm sure it's made with carcinogens and stuff, but hell, it's hot, and I don't like arguing
with 4yr olds in the heat.
What I don't like:
Freezers on the bottom. I just don't.
I don't think they're smart with young children, and I just don't like them.
Deep ugly baskets remind me of fishing in the deep freeze for the last Bubble-O-Bill
in your ill-stocked and probably ill-kept corner store. All crusty and use-by-date of 1976.
No.
BUT .. what happened is this: i'd picked my side-by-side .. the widest in the land.
Oh I was chuffed with myself. I was simply in at the Good Guys to battle out the price.
I'd done my research and our budget was tight. I was going to make back the money
I had thrown in the recycling by being a bitch in the sales arena.
But I arrived at lunchtime, obvs.
Other times i've had to kick away salesdudes, but today, there was just one..
helping another couple looking for pretty much the same things as I.
I kind of hovered and looked over their shoulders and was introduced to fridges
i'd refused to look at.
Then I felt a bit creepy and backed off.
And that's how I ended up in the Frunch Door area.
My friend Kelly, who isn't really a friend because i'm scared of her, teased me once
about Les Mis and I sniffed I wouldn't go see it with her because I felt Les Mis
was something to be watched on SBS, in French, with subtitles.
Of course, she mocked me mercilessly about oh it's not in FRUNCH, and I laughed,
and now I think of her when looking at whitegoods that are actually silver.
Hi Kelly.
And I kinda liked them. And the 'down below' freezers are much better now,
with magic slidey-outtie shelving and lots of ooh-la-la.
And the fridge part isn't compromised in width. So all those imaginary parties
I fantasised about catering will be just fine. Turkey platters, sushi platters,
my famous Croquembouche....
Yeah, kidding, I only do savoury, and I order in my sushi platters.
I do bake a nice ham at Christmas though...
So yeah, bought a Frunch Fridge. Made in Korea. It's quite spesh.
My side-by-side I originally was going to purchase was Made in Australia.
When I looked at the Frunch-Door equivalent in store,
the handle fell off and it seemed quite .. clunky.
I feel both bad and good for my choices, don't sue me, ok? ok?
YES, BUT HOW IS IT GOING WITH THE BAR FRIDGE, LEANNE?
Yeah, ok, not good, not bad, you know?
It's been SWELTERING here in Melbs, and we're here in a top story flat with no A/C.
We should be totes skinny just from the sauna effect. However, people still need to be fed,
and even if you're doing a simple salad, there's still a component to be boiled/fried/cooked,
or maybe just for a change of pace/texture .. which left me hot & sweaty & resentful.
I googled fridgeless households which led me on a merry journey of discovery ..
but most of the fridgeless blogs/sites I found belonged to self-sufficient/off the grid type people ..
milking their goats and creating their own sub-floor cooling chambers etc etc ...
The only trick I learned for apartment living was to invert my lettuces in a glass of water
to keep fresher longer. Which is cool.. but .. not enough..
So the tiny fridge is hard work.
For one, it freezes nothing, which means I have to shop daily
really, and in miniscule quantities .. which isn't great.
Too much food and I can't store leftovers, too little and everyone is hungry.
It's a fine line.
^
Unrefrigerated carrots develop black mold spots in only a couple of days.
It's hard. A's kinder has a kid that is allergic to his own shadow, which means most foods are out
and carrot sticks are a healthy lunchbox staple I can guarantee being eaten.
Anything that can last 1000 days in a pantry, or the apocolypse, is not to be packed.
NOT COMPLAINING .. geeze, poor kid, poor parents .. my setback is but an annoying interlude
in an allergy-free life.
Not complaining.
Over the weekend, my everlovin' husband offered to do a shop.
That would be lovely, I said, but remember we can't store anything fresh,
You can really only buy food for ONE dinner!
Be careful on the PERISHABLES!
Well, he found some ready-made meals, for $6 a pop discounted,
and By God they were yummy.
Small, but good.
I love it when my husband shops because I do not entertain ready meals.
I cook from scratch mostly, using fresh ingredients. A set list of things to get,
and I do not deviate into dangerous territory ( the lolly aisle, the frozen food aisle )..
but it is such a relief he shops guileless, wandering about.
Thus we ate from Emily's kitchen this week. It's a Woolworths thing.
An abundance of packaging isnt cool .. but .. oh my .. two nights this week,
we all ate different meals and tasted from each other's plates and not one was a dud ..
they were small .. but .. pretty much like my own cooking .. but without the PITA!
We tried:
Chicken Korma with Indian Style Pilau Rice
Angus Steak in Ale
Chicken Tikka Masala with Rice
Spanish Chicken & Chorizo with Rice
Chicken Moroccan Tagine & CousCous
and they were all YUM!
Please keep in mind however, I cook every night, so for me, this was like going to a restaurant -
ha ha! It also made eating in front of the tele ( Masterchef Professionals ) not such a sad experience
( I don't know about you, but looking at edible art on the tele while eating something less impressive
always makes me left wanting :)
I also enjoy eating on planes, and in hospitals.
Yes I do.
Again, someone else cooked for me.
And that's like a holiday unto itself.
Xx
Oh hai, well, i'm glad you asked.
It's .. been ... a bit annoying frankly .. but not so much for me to whine .. i've been using it as a ..
character building excercise.
And of course, i've offset the UGH! by shopping for a new fridge for the new house with
all the bells and whistles, which has been fun and involved a salesman writing up a docket,
which was later cancelled, then making my mind up FOR SURE and telling my cabinetmaker
the dimensions .. and then buying a completely different fridge.
In fact, a fridge I refused to even look at or entertain the notion of originally. French Door?
What a load of saleswallop. Add some ooh-la-la, it's Frunch, darhlinks and the punters will come.
Well, I sneered. Then later had to eat my sneer.
Sneerlicious.
What I wanted:
A side-by-side with water & icemaking facilities in the door.
My family crunches ice like frozen crack.
When we go to the 7-11 in Summer for supersized slushies ( $3 a pop ),
the youngest selects instead a bag of PartyIce for the same price.
It's weird, but his stash lasts longer than ours.
Oh, and please don''t tell me you shouldn't eat ice out of the esky.
I'm sure it's made with carcinogens and stuff, but hell, it's hot, and I don't like arguing
with 4yr olds in the heat.
What I don't like:
Freezers on the bottom. I just don't.
I don't think they're smart with young children, and I just don't like them.
Deep ugly baskets remind me of fishing in the deep freeze for the last Bubble-O-Bill
in your ill-stocked and probably ill-kept corner store. All crusty and use-by-date of 1976.
No.
BUT .. what happened is this: i'd picked my side-by-side .. the widest in the land.
Oh I was chuffed with myself. I was simply in at the Good Guys to battle out the price.
I'd done my research and our budget was tight. I was going to make back the money
I had thrown in the recycling by being a bitch in the sales arena.
But I arrived at lunchtime, obvs.
Other times i've had to kick away salesdudes, but today, there was just one..
helping another couple looking for pretty much the same things as I.
I kind of hovered and looked over their shoulders and was introduced to fridges
i'd refused to look at.
Then I felt a bit creepy and backed off.
And that's how I ended up in the Frunch Door area.
My friend Kelly, who isn't really a friend because i'm scared of her, teased me once
about Les Mis and I sniffed I wouldn't go see it with her because I felt Les Mis
was something to be watched on SBS, in French, with subtitles.
Of course, she mocked me mercilessly about oh it's not in FRUNCH, and I laughed,
and now I think of her when looking at whitegoods that are actually silver.
Hi Kelly.
And I kinda liked them. And the 'down below' freezers are much better now,
with magic slidey-outtie shelving and lots of ooh-la-la.
And the fridge part isn't compromised in width. So all those imaginary parties
I fantasised about catering will be just fine. Turkey platters, sushi platters,
my famous Croquembouche....
Yeah, kidding, I only do savoury, and I order in my sushi platters.
I do bake a nice ham at Christmas though...
So yeah, bought a Frunch Fridge. Made in Korea. It's quite spesh.
My side-by-side I originally was going to purchase was Made in Australia.
When I looked at the Frunch-Door equivalent in store,
the handle fell off and it seemed quite .. clunky.
I feel both bad and good for my choices, don't sue me, ok? ok?
YES, BUT HOW IS IT GOING WITH THE BAR FRIDGE, LEANNE?
Yeah, ok, not good, not bad, you know?
It's been SWELTERING here in Melbs, and we're here in a top story flat with no A/C.
We should be totes skinny just from the sauna effect. However, people still need to be fed,
and even if you're doing a simple salad, there's still a component to be boiled/fried/cooked,
or maybe just for a change of pace/texture .. which left me hot & sweaty & resentful.
I googled fridgeless households which led me on a merry journey of discovery ..
but most of the fridgeless blogs/sites I found belonged to self-sufficient/off the grid type people ..
milking their goats and creating their own sub-floor cooling chambers etc etc ...
The only trick I learned for apartment living was to invert my lettuces in a glass of water
to keep fresher longer. Which is cool.. but .. not enough..
So the tiny fridge is hard work.
For one, it freezes nothing, which means I have to shop daily
really, and in miniscule quantities .. which isn't great.
Too much food and I can't store leftovers, too little and everyone is hungry.
It's a fine line.
^
Unrefrigerated carrots develop black mold spots in only a couple of days.
It's hard. A's kinder has a kid that is allergic to his own shadow, which means most foods are out
and carrot sticks are a healthy lunchbox staple I can guarantee being eaten.
Anything that can last 1000 days in a pantry, or the apocolypse, is not to be packed.
NOT COMPLAINING .. geeze, poor kid, poor parents .. my setback is but an annoying interlude
in an allergy-free life.
Not complaining.
Over the weekend, my everlovin' husband offered to do a shop.
That would be lovely, I said, but remember we can't store anything fresh,
You can really only buy food for ONE dinner!
Be careful on the PERISHABLES!
Well, he found some ready-made meals, for $6 a pop discounted,
and By God they were yummy.
Small, but good.
I love it when my husband shops because I do not entertain ready meals.
I cook from scratch mostly, using fresh ingredients. A set list of things to get,
and I do not deviate into dangerous territory ( the lolly aisle, the frozen food aisle )..
but it is such a relief he shops guileless, wandering about.
Thus we ate from Emily's kitchen this week. It's a Woolworths thing.
An abundance of packaging isnt cool .. but .. oh my .. two nights this week,
we all ate different meals and tasted from each other's plates and not one was a dud ..
they were small .. but .. pretty much like my own cooking .. but without the PITA!
We tried:
Chicken Korma with Indian Style Pilau Rice
Angus Steak in Ale
Chicken Tikka Masala with Rice
Spanish Chicken & Chorizo with Rice
Chicken Moroccan Tagine & CousCous
and they were all YUM!
Please keep in mind however, I cook every night, so for me, this was like going to a restaurant -
ha ha! It also made eating in front of the tele ( Masterchef Professionals ) not such a sad experience
( I don't know about you, but looking at edible art on the tele while eating something less impressive
always makes me left wanting :)
I also enjoy eating on planes, and in hospitals.
Yes I do.
Again, someone else cooked for me.
And that's like a holiday unto itself.
Xx
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Saturday, December 29, 2012
Flattin'
When I first moved to Melbourne as a 21yr old to begin my first job that didn't involve flattering middle-aged businesss men who should know better while serving them parmigianas and gins, I moved into a little flat with no fridge.
I had a 2nd/3rd/4th/16th hand mattress i'd been 'gifted' at Uni, a Papasan chair that was a 21st gift, and some 2nd hand things from a relative that had just got married ( and therefore got new cutlery etc ).
I didn't have much, but I loved my little flat.
I went to work with middle-aged things from the burbs. I think I was a bit of an enigma, and maybe something to be pitied. I'm not sure. They were all having affairs and it was a very secretive place to work, but I only learned this later. Once I knew all their secrets, they finally accepted me as trustworthy, but the thing was, I realised it was better when I didn't know why they didn't seem to include me. Anyway.
I got a flat within walking distance to work, and they could never work out why I didn't take the train or buy a car ( hello, 1. - the train took like 90mins, walking, around 40mins .. and 2. I had no money, I was fresh out of self-funded Uni, and wouldn't pay off my HECS debt for another 10yrs )
Plus, I was living in a very old suburb, and I got to walk past picket fences, and old people tending their roses every morning. It really put a spring in my step, I loved it.
When it rained though, my pants would be drenched from the knee down .. but still, I loved the walk.
At least I gave them something to talk about. Or pity. Who knows.
I guess in my new role as a 40+ suburban mum, maybe i'd pity and gossip about that girl too.
Hopefully though, maybe i'd just be nice to her.
And treat her less like an extra-terrestrial.
Who the Freak can live without a fridge?
Well, i'm here to tell you, that you can. You do. You just manage.
As people do. As they always will.
1. You don't drink milk in your coffee. If you've just come fresh out of Uni, you are used to an "artist's breakfast" anyway, and never, ever trust milk. It's always rancid, and you learn bitter is better. Until you can trust milk again ( for me, this took as long as the HECs debt )
2. You buy daily. It may be more expensive, but then, it may be cheaper. Who knows? I suppose I could embark on a study, but really, I don't care. It won't make any difference to my life right now, or later, so it's a moot point for me. You buy a little bit of food, then you eat it, and it's gone.
3. Again, i'm straight from Uni, so 2minute noodles is fine.
I'm cooking for one, and the key is survival, not gourmet.
So this time it's different, as i'm feeding a family of four, but i'm looking forward to the challenge.
Maybe we'll all lose a few pounds - that would be a nice bonus :)
As you can see, we seem to live on a diet of mayo & alcohol. Schweet! Call DOCs now!
I took the door off the "freezer" bit when we put some icetrays in there, and despite moving them around for 2 days to better please the Gods, no ice was yeilded. It does however create nice frosty wine and tonic, so swings & roundabouts I say.
I'd also like to not be judged on the Philly. I tried them as a cheese/paté subs, and .. no banana.
Sorry Philly. You are however, uber convenient when I am uber hungry, so kudos to that.
So, 6 months with a bar-fridge. I'm not worried at all.
I'm actually a little excited.
xx
Lea
I had a 2nd/3rd/4th/16th hand mattress i'd been 'gifted' at Uni, a Papasan chair that was a 21st gift, and some 2nd hand things from a relative that had just got married ( and therefore got new cutlery etc ).
I didn't have much, but I loved my little flat.
I went to work with middle-aged things from the burbs. I think I was a bit of an enigma, and maybe something to be pitied. I'm not sure. They were all having affairs and it was a very secretive place to work, but I only learned this later. Once I knew all their secrets, they finally accepted me as trustworthy, but the thing was, I realised it was better when I didn't know why they didn't seem to include me. Anyway.
I got a flat within walking distance to work, and they could never work out why I didn't take the train or buy a car ( hello, 1. - the train took like 90mins, walking, around 40mins .. and 2. I had no money, I was fresh out of self-funded Uni, and wouldn't pay off my HECS debt for another 10yrs )
Plus, I was living in a very old suburb, and I got to walk past picket fences, and old people tending their roses every morning. It really put a spring in my step, I loved it.
When it rained though, my pants would be drenched from the knee down .. but still, I loved the walk.
At least I gave them something to talk about. Or pity. Who knows.
I guess in my new role as a 40+ suburban mum, maybe i'd pity and gossip about that girl too.
Hopefully though, maybe i'd just be nice to her.
And treat her less like an extra-terrestrial.
Who the Freak can live without a fridge?
Well, i'm here to tell you, that you can. You do. You just manage.
As people do. As they always will.
1. You don't drink milk in your coffee. If you've just come fresh out of Uni, you are used to an "artist's breakfast" anyway, and never, ever trust milk. It's always rancid, and you learn bitter is better. Until you can trust milk again ( for me, this took as long as the HECs debt )
2. You buy daily. It may be more expensive, but then, it may be cheaper. Who knows? I suppose I could embark on a study, but really, I don't care. It won't make any difference to my life right now, or later, so it's a moot point for me. You buy a little bit of food, then you eat it, and it's gone.
3. Again, i'm straight from Uni, so 2minute noodles is fine.
I'm cooking for one, and the key is survival, not gourmet.
So this time it's different, as i'm feeding a family of four, but i'm looking forward to the challenge.
Maybe we'll all lose a few pounds - that would be a nice bonus :)
As you can see, we seem to live on a diet of mayo & alcohol. Schweet! Call DOCs now!
I took the door off the "freezer" bit when we put some icetrays in there, and despite moving them around for 2 days to better please the Gods, no ice was yeilded. It does however create nice frosty wine and tonic, so swings & roundabouts I say.
I'd also like to not be judged on the Philly. I tried them as a cheese/paté subs, and .. no banana.
Sorry Philly. You are however, uber convenient when I am uber hungry, so kudos to that.
So, 6 months with a bar-fridge. I'm not worried at all.
I'm actually a little excited.
xx
Lea
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Thursday, February 05, 2009
Coulda Been a Contenda
I met AB some 15 years ago, I think ( I need to consult diaries, i'm a bit of a bloke in the significant dates dept ) and for that long, he always talked about having a shot at the British Open.
AB is a pretty good golfer - I can't really say how much, because I don't know, and he cant' spend as much time on it as required - you know, he has to bring home the bacon and whatnot.
But I know he's pretty good and I hear others talk about it, and I often read good things about him, and it makes me happy to know he's really really good at something. Pride, you know.
So for a good 2yrs leading up to this year, he planned a trip away. A tour to pay his way, and he was going to try and qualify. It didn't matter if he got in or not, the thrill was in the doing, the trying, the being there, the history, the story.
The trip has long been booked, dates set, eagerly anticipated ( well, not by me exactly, i'm home doing the solo-parent thang again ).
And for the first time, since all those years ago when we were dating.
They changed the dates.
I feel so sad :(
I just called AB to see if it was 'ok' to blog about, and he laughed and said he was over it .. but gee, if it were me ... ... anyway.
He's making it up by spending the time in Fromelles.
AB has just about read every book on WWI, and his grandfather is there, somewhere. He was very sad when we went to France in 2003 and he thought it would be a simple train ride, not a day-trip away .. so he will go there this time and pay his respects and love it.
AB is 40 this year. He's been bloke-joking this trip is his present to himself: No wife, no kids, ha-ha. It wasn't supposed to get back to me, but I know WIVES of blokes, and they tell me things.
Ahh, my teamsters, my spies :)
Not that i'm insulted
It just lets me plan for MY reward for my 40th ? ;)
AB is a pretty good golfer - I can't really say how much, because I don't know, and he cant' spend as much time on it as required - you know, he has to bring home the bacon and whatnot.
But I know he's pretty good and I hear others talk about it, and I often read good things about him, and it makes me happy to know he's really really good at something. Pride, you know.
So for a good 2yrs leading up to this year, he planned a trip away. A tour to pay his way, and he was going to try and qualify. It didn't matter if he got in or not, the thrill was in the doing, the trying, the being there, the history, the story.
The trip has long been booked, dates set, eagerly anticipated ( well, not by me exactly, i'm home doing the solo-parent thang again ).
And for the first time, since all those years ago when we were dating.
They changed the dates.
I feel so sad :(
I just called AB to see if it was 'ok' to blog about, and he laughed and said he was over it .. but gee, if it were me ... ... anyway.
He's making it up by spending the time in Fromelles.
AB has just about read every book on WWI, and his grandfather is there, somewhere. He was very sad when we went to France in 2003 and he thought it would be a simple train ride, not a day-trip away .. so he will go there this time and pay his respects and love it.
AB is 40 this year. He's been bloke-joking this trip is his present to himself: No wife, no kids, ha-ha. It wasn't supposed to get back to me, but I know WIVES of blokes, and they tell me things.
Ahh, my teamsters, my spies :)
Not that i'm insulted
It just lets me plan for MY reward for my 40th ? ;)
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Happy New Year, Friends !
We've been away in the 1850's - no internet you see.
Oh, how my husband indulges my whims ( this photo has been a dream of mine since I was like 10yrs old )
I hope your 2009 is more delightful than the current government is spruiking, and that no-one stakes a claim to your gold mine.
Merry Merry
xx
Oh, how my husband indulges my whims ( this photo has been a dream of mine since I was like 10yrs old )
I hope your 2009 is more delightful than the current government is spruiking, and that no-one stakes a claim to your gold mine.
Merry Merry
xx
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Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Better Luck Next Year
Santa's Helpers Suck.
A while back, helpful people convinced me to take advantage of mid-year sales to stash things for Xmas.
We bought a twampoween.
Then, a few months back, AB moved some things in the garage, and basically accidentally did a big reveal.
That was supposed to be Santa's big gift.
So we got over it, decided we, the parentals, would gift the item. Santa would get something else, no biggie.
A week ago, I realised the wee one had only the one gift ( to about 5 for the bigger brother ), and we would have to get one more thing, so there would be a gift from us, and another from Santa. AB picked up the only item we could think of ( it's hard with same-sex sibs when the first boy already has a lot of stuff ), and tired and non-thinking, left it in the back seat of his car, and THEN let the older boy play in said vehicle.
Toy discovered, now relegated to a 1st Birthday gift.
Not happy, but it's not the boy's fault - what can you do ?
At least at this stage, he's still ok with "it's not yours, it's for someone else" and he just drops the subject. The tramp has remained undisturbed all this time, and there's been no nagging or questions. I think the backseat gift has all but been forgotten. But not so forgotten that we could pass off already-seen gifts as being from 'Santa'
And yesterday ? I'd brought in the washing and was putting it away. The phone rang and the wardrobe was open, and the older boy came in, and then I hear "what's this?!".
Well, it was his only gift from Santa, wasn't it ?
I felt like crying, I was so frustrated ( plus, I didn't know it was there, totally UNhidden, just sitting there .. it was something AB bought online and I thought it would still be hidden in its PostPak wrapping and perhaps on TOP of the wardrobe ?!?!? )
And yes, I could swap some gifts already under the tree from us, but I don't WANT Santa to be the guy that brings the lame beachtowel ( our gift ), I want Santa to bring the GOOD gift ( a toy, something FUN ! )
So AB went back to the Shopping Centre last night and picked up 2 more things, which *I* wrapped and hid last night ( so they *won't* be found ), but I was still bummed - the good gifts are now from us, and Santa is a bit of a let-down.
So I came up with the idea that Santa WILL bring the tramp. We will put some bricks in the box in the garage and pretend the one WE bought is still there, for someone else.
Do you think we can pull it off ?
I think we can, I hope we can ...
A while back, helpful people convinced me to take advantage of mid-year sales to stash things for Xmas.
We bought a twampoween.
Then, a few months back, AB moved some things in the garage, and basically accidentally did a big reveal.
That was supposed to be Santa's big gift.
So we got over it, decided we, the parentals, would gift the item. Santa would get something else, no biggie.
A week ago, I realised the wee one had only the one gift ( to about 5 for the bigger brother ), and we would have to get one more thing, so there would be a gift from us, and another from Santa. AB picked up the only item we could think of ( it's hard with same-sex sibs when the first boy already has a lot of stuff ), and tired and non-thinking, left it in the back seat of his car, and THEN let the older boy play in said vehicle.
Toy discovered, now relegated to a 1st Birthday gift.
Not happy, but it's not the boy's fault - what can you do ?
At least at this stage, he's still ok with "it's not yours, it's for someone else" and he just drops the subject. The tramp has remained undisturbed all this time, and there's been no nagging or questions. I think the backseat gift has all but been forgotten. But not so forgotten that we could pass off already-seen gifts as being from 'Santa'
And yesterday ? I'd brought in the washing and was putting it away. The phone rang and the wardrobe was open, and the older boy came in, and then I hear "what's this?!".
Well, it was his only gift from Santa, wasn't it ?
I felt like crying, I was so frustrated ( plus, I didn't know it was there, totally UNhidden, just sitting there .. it was something AB bought online and I thought it would still be hidden in its PostPak wrapping and perhaps on TOP of the wardrobe ?!?!? )
And yes, I could swap some gifts already under the tree from us, but I don't WANT Santa to be the guy that brings the lame beachtowel ( our gift ), I want Santa to bring the GOOD gift ( a toy, something FUN ! )
So AB went back to the Shopping Centre last night and picked up 2 more things, which *I* wrapped and hid last night ( so they *won't* be found ), but I was still bummed - the good gifts are now from us, and Santa is a bit of a let-down.
So I came up with the idea that Santa WILL bring the tramp. We will put some bricks in the box in the garage and pretend the one WE bought is still there, for someone else.
Do you think we can pull it off ?
I think we can, I hope we can ...
Saturday, December 20, 2008
A Glimpse of my Future...
Where do mothers of teen boys shop at ?
Because I just made a catering-size batch of meatballs, and Daddy's not home yet, and my boys are wolfing them down
( with some help from me ( yum ).
One of said boys only has 2 teeth.
Jaysus.
Because I just made a catering-size batch of meatballs, and Daddy's not home yet, and my boys are wolfing them down
( with some help from me ( yum ).
One of said boys only has 2 teeth.
Jaysus.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Friday, March 24, 2006
S O L D !
Prior to auction. We are very happy with the result
( I look very very tired ;)
Sign went up this morning.
xxx
Us
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