Our lives are full of events that shape how we approach the world, how we conduct ourselves, how we make our decisions.
Welcome to our madness...
Alarm goes off for Mister to get ready for work.
Mister gets ready for work and heads off.
Check e-mail, facebook, blogs, youtube... You know, the whole circuit.
Drinking tea with Mam while she feeds Baby (My sweet niece who slept over)
Mam: Can you smell $hit?
Me: I'll have a look around.
Mam: Oh Lord, your dog has a whole dump stuck to her ass!
We take dog outside to clean her up a bit.
The Mister walks by at just the right time to offer some assistants (Love that man!) Didn't take long to figure out that dog needed more than a quick wipe, only thing we could find big enough to wash her in was the wheelbarrow.
After quite a few dry renching seshes, dog is starting to look (and smell) better.
Panicked call from the Grands, the removalist's were refusing to load any of their things because they were not in boxes. Despite the warning we had given to the Grands that this may happen, their house was a collection of random tubs and bags.
Mad dash up the road to help the removalist's pack the truck. Grands stressed, (which is not nice to see of your 80+ year old grandparents on their moving day.)
Finally send truck, now full of Grands belonging (thank you Lord!), to pick up a purchase of a couch, then to meet us at the new house.
Sis packs last minute items, and heads in with the Grands to receive the truck at new house.
Lunch with my favourite men, (Dad and Mister). Mam and I plan our next move. How to get the Grands out of the new house to give us a few quiet hours to set things up for them.
Mam and I head into town to sneak into new house, while Sis takes Grands for lunch and coffee.
SNEAKY MUM! ha
We arrive to find everything dumped in one massive pile in the new lounge room. Decide its best to set up kitchen first.
Grands and Sis arrive at Regal Court, what I am dubbing their new home. Slightly overwhelmed at what still needs to be addressed. (Though relieved that making dinner would be a breeze.)
Mam goes with Grandpa to sort his room, while I help Gran with hers. Sis is recruited to set up Tv, phone, ect. (Hallelujah)
We say our goodbyes, pick up Subway for dinner and finally head home.
Vegging infront of the Tv with the Parents, munching down on my footlong Sub.
Bath and bed start calling my name!
Watching 'Big Bang Theory' season 6 with my Mister. Though there was more sleeping then watching going on.
Knock at our bedroom door...
Sis: Is Sarah in there?
Me: Sarah is out!
Sis: Will you climb on top of my cupboard and stick a net over a tiny hole near the ceiling?
Sis: There was a bat in my room.. He's gone in the hole.
I still cant figure out in what universe my Sis thought I would EVER willing go climb up to where I know a bat is hiding to try to catch it. My Mister was intrigued. He disappears up the top of the cupboard to catch a bat. (I love that man!)
Return to bed, Zzzzzzz.
Note to self: Life is full of crazy days.
I used to believe in fairytales; Life was simple then, and even though bad things happen in fairytales, I was so much happier believing in them.
I used to believe that what goes around comes around; I now tend more to lean toward what goes around stays there. And what comes around comes around again to kick you while you’re down.
I used to spend my days smiling and my nights crying. I don’t cry any more. Maybe I was happier when I did. Somewhere along the way I ran out of tears. Now I’m trapped, with no way to let the pain of life run down my face and leave my pillow a little damp.
I used to pick myself up when I fell; strangely I’ve been finding comfort in feeling the earth under my body and just lying there, longing to feel the pulse.
I used to fight off the numbing feeling. Now, to be numb is all I know.
I used to dream of things wonderful and impossible. I believed that someday I would find an adventure that took up the rest of my days. That adventure was life, and it was not as colourful as I was lead to believe. Rather bleak really, setting into a monotonous schedule.
I used to be timid and gentle. Compassion for the sad souls I saw around me would drown my heart. Along my journey I became afraid. Scared of heartache and terrified of trusting anyone to get close to me. Fear of being caught vulnerable ever again. This fear and hurt mixed in my heart, and made me angry. Shocked by the growing fury I withdrew into myself. Till all the fear was gone, now I was just angry. Anger works only with one other emotion, and his name is hate. How did these two take over my life?
I used to think I was strong. But like a cancer spreading, these dark forces slowly ate away at everything I thought I was as a person. They took away my trust and beliefs. They left me as a fading shadow on the wall, there is no longer any detailing of the heart I once had. Just the outline of a girl I vaguely remember, a whisper of the beliefs I used to stand for, an echo of a lost soul.
Spent my first full day operating this mill, which has been part of the family business for so many years. When I was little, and we would spend time at the workshop (which at that time was 40 minutes away and not part of our home block.) I would turn these handles just the smallest amount, they just ask for you to play with them. I couldn't help but feel a little like the Doctor trying to fly the Tardis by himself, as I kept forgetting which way to turn the handles with which way that would move the bed of the machine, and in turn my job. My dad is a total pro on here, he would definitely drive the Tardis single handed... He just doesn't know it yet.
A little late, but here are the things I've been loving in January.
Bioderma Sebium h2o
Loreal Nutri Shine in colours Strawberry Juice and Pretty Peach
Loreal Color Riche in Majestic Green
Bronze sequin skirt from Forever New
Black studded vest by Black Friday
Celebes Organic Coconut Water
Yarra Valley Goats Cheese
The Treachery of Beautiful Things by Ruth Frances Long
5k Runner App
Hope you have had a wonderful first month of 2013!
Mince meat is quite a staple in our family, often this results in a chili dish, spaghetti, or some other wet kind of meal. However, after having enough of the norm for us, I decided to branch out and try something new... This is what happened.
What I did...
1kg minced meat
1 large onion
5T tomato paste
2t chili paste (or flavoring of your choice)
Salt and Pepper to taste
Start by dicing the onion really fine, I tend not to like a big hunk of onion in my burger patties, however that is me. So I would suggest chopping as fine as you like. Then combine all ingredients in a mixing bowl.
Separate into balls, (I made mine about 1/4 cup worth as I was making minis)
Flatten to achieve burger patty goodness and fry in a preheated pan for around 10 minutes.
I finished mine off by using English muffins for the bun, some sliced tomato, red onion, lettuce and cheese. There are so many ideas you could add, maybe pineapple or beetroot?
With the remanding mix I rolled and flattened into spare burgers, put a sheet of baking paper between each, wrapped in glad wrap and froze for a later date. Perfect to pull out on those 'don't feel like being creative days'.