New Years Adventures

I need to distract myself from the bitching and moaning over fucking minecraft over there…so.

Someone at work has a date for new years eve. It seems to be a new relationship or whatever you call it before it becomes a relationship, and I was thinking on the drive home, what was going on at the beginning of our relationship, and what dates we went on.

Firstly, let me preface this by saying that I asked Husband to marry me on the first night, so everything after that was low-stress. Sort of. 

We did a bunch of things together which were hard to categorize, so they were either “dates” or “activities”, dates being a bit romantic and just the two of us, and activities being daytime concerts or whatever else was going on at the time. 

Living on the periphery of Sydney, we had access to amazeballs *restaurants* 

but they’re expensive, so I can only recall one spendy date off the top of my head, and that was paid for by then-boyfriend’s office as a reward for some such or other. We favoured car picnics on Sydney Harbour, gazing at the view of the bridge as much as each other, having shopped at the grocery store deli counters beforehand. There were a few other dinners that were not just the two of us but they were dress-up dinners, so they counted as dates. 

Activities included aforementioned daytime concerts, going to the beach with boyfriend’s family or again, whatever else was going on at the time.

Now, I’m courting adventure as much as I’m courting Husband, and I favour live music or going to the movies. Husband does not favour movie outings because we pay as much or more for the sitter, by the end of the night, as for the movie tickets. Husband enjoys the new bars and breweries close to town with his friends, and I enjoy other bars with my friends, so we are yet to find a satisfactory meeting of the two, without falling back on activities – which are super fun, don’t get me wrong, but they aren’t the same as inching-off-nylons-in-front-of-the-fire type thing. 

Anyhoo, Husband and I will probably ring in the new year with champers while watching The Matrix movies. We watched The Batman series a few years back, and Husband has his hair slicked back, now, so, we just need leather capes and wicked sunglasses. And maybe pills? No, no pills. We don’t need no rabbit holes.

Made Flesh

Do you ever wonder what it would be like to have fave characters and their storylines made into a movie? Of course, how amazing to see it all on screen! But if it doesn’t look like you imagined it, or if it’s really just a pile of garbage, it’s hard to forget. For me, it’s hard to see the characters in my mind as they were before an actor takes them on. For example, Edward Cullen is not Robert Pattinson but I can’t remember what he looked like before I saw the movies. I think Bella was always Kristen Stewart and by that I mean #notmyfave. 

I got two books for Christmas this morning, both of which are exciting, and which made it hard to choose which one I’d read first. But I chose A Time Of Torment by John Connolly and peeples might recall that Charlie Parker is on my celebrity boyfriends list, as well as Husband’s. Long have Husband and I (loved Charlie Parker) debated who could play the man on screen, and it goes on. Charlie Parker is rugged, handsome, flinty, haunted, dark-haired, broad but not hulking, resourceful. So, please not Tom Hanks. I don’t feel like he was the best choice for the Dan Brown books, even though, sure, he’s America’s fave. And we love Tom Hanks, don’t get me wrong, but I feel like he was the box-office choice, rather than being the most suitable. We’ve debated those movies, too, and I lean more towards Clive Owen or even Hugh Jackman. 

Anyhoo, who could possibly play Charlie Parker? Husband and I disagree. I favour the more attractive types, Husband – not so much. Again, I would suggest Clive Owen, or Clive from Vikings #goddamn #yesplease, or even Javier Bardem. You see where I’m going with this – basically people I’d add to my #boyfriends list – big, dark-haired and fucking ass-kickers. Yeah, that about sums it up. 

So, er, let me grab a drink of ice water and get back to reading. 

Kung Fu Shiss

Always says hope for the best, prepare for the worst. Today we are hoping that friends turn up, but we are prepared to rock out on our own if necessary.

It’s still snow central here in the Willamette Valley and the temp is laying low.

6yo decided on a Kung Fu birthday party since we watched the first series on disc from the library and as usual, I’m pretty pleased with what I’ve managed to deliver.

Paper lanterns, reminiscent of a Chinese village and the Shaolin Temple nearby. We have candles set out but I forgot the incense. Luckily, 6yo is not incensed. 

I looked up some sweet moves REX KWON-DO style on you tube and found some vids for the animal movements of Kung Fu, and I’m sure husband will be fab instructing the “pupils” when he is wearing his Kung Fu Master hat.

Note my sweet king fu tatt? I even found a large pot for the kids who make it to test themselves and earn their very own, Kung Fu style.


Cupcake holders. 

There are even some with actual cupcakes in them. I found some cool dragon rings from a party store and bought some diy temporary tattoo paper from amazon. It totally works!


I decided against shipping large quantities of sand into the playroom to make a desert, like 6yo wanted, deciding instead, to buy more wine in case we can’t get out of the driveway later.

And there you have it, in a nutshell, a Kung Fu birthday party.  Caine would be hsppy to attend if he hadn’t been cut down by Uma Thurman. Rest in pieces Bill.

Secret Santas

My office  is doing Secret Santa this coming week and a) I don’t really know my office peeps that well and b) I’ve only done Secret Santas once before, and it was 11 years ago.

There were name tags that we also wrote gift ideas and I had no fucking idea what to write because I don’t know what I want. Husband says I only know what I don’t  like. He’s got that right.

Anyhoo, my giftee listed snacks as a suggestion (they’ve obviously done this plenty of times) but I specifically said no foodstuffs even though I may have been Miss Foodstuffs Australia back in high school, #loveeating. 

My xmas list consists of books I’ve refrained from buying during the latter half of this year, socks, loose leaf tea and maybe a music album or two. I don’t need stuff, and I don’t want much – just good kids like my mum used to say, which was the lamest request ever because it was impossible to get! But now I know she was onto something. The best memories are watching the kids, not actually getting stuff.

So, I couldn’t very well put something rad on my Secret Santa list and if not snacks, then what? A tea bag every day and a box to put them in? Actually, that would be perfect, something I’d actually use.

I’m having tea today at a snack shop so that should have my giftee taken care of, too.

T’is the snacking season, peoples!

I Always Win

​Well, I have lived to fight another day – Husband is not only still talking to me, but smiling and dare I say boasting, at how easy the tree was to install this year. He’s even said I can go shopping tomorrow! 

There was a rainstorm this afternoon, but the morning was crisp and clear. There was a bit of mud around the place due to recent weather,  and when we got to the tree farm, one of the dads from school said “its an absolute shit show”. Of course, I thought that sounded perfect.

Walking to the pointy end of the hill, Husband admitted he was getting a bit anxious because of my past tree preferences. He was right to be, because there weren’t that many tall trees left and the ones that were there, were fucking huge.

The tree we chose is somewhat denuded, so it won’t be as heavy.

We needed a 3rd man to hoist the mofo,  which got both of us a bit anxious as we didn’t take the truck, so the tree needed to go on the roof of the car. Nearly 6yo said its “ginormous”.

At home, later, post-rainstorm when Husband had had a chance to think through his options, he came in to fortify himself and then got right down to it. 

He was lulled into false sense of the ease of the task because we trussed the mofo up this time, and because Mariah was screaming in the background, which really helped set the tone. 

The trunk didn’t fit into the base, you know the exta large, heavy duty base that you have to hunt for at hardware stores. But the widdle axe took care of that, and then… voila!

No critters have come out of it, and I’m confident the sap will dry up and turn into delicious, brittle treats since we don’t water our xmas trees – they get lighter and will be easier to dispose of, right into the fireplace. We’re already  happy bunch of assholes, so, Merry Christmas!

Make Time to Write

I had high hopes of writing in NaNoWriMo this year, and I did get down 30k words or thereabouts, but I didn’t get close to churning out prose like I did last year or even earlier this year. And it made me glum. Of course, there was other stuff in the mix that slowed my churn, like the fucking election, and Thanksgiving was at our house and probably a bunch of stuff that other people deal with every day and still manage to write.

Kids for the last ten years has also been an excuse of mine. And now I have a day job, so I have less time to cram in the things that need doing, let alone the things that want doing, but I have been good at sneaking time. I’d still like more time but I’ve been taking what I can get. Of course, even when I have time, there’s  stuff to do like laundry and lunches and  a thousand other things.

But the bottom line is I have a story to tell and you do, too. Make time to write.

 

It’s That Time Again

Guys, I need to update the blog because it’s been a while – work, go figure! – and because we’re probably getting our tree today, and I might not live to tell the tale.

If you’ve been reading my shit for a while, then you’re probably familiar with my history of choosing xmas trees but let me recap in the words of Sir Mix–ALot: “I like ’em round, and big…I want ’em real thick and…” you get the idea.

The other day Husband and I were talking about getting the tree; we also drive past the tree farm on the way to school, so it’s been on our mind. The things that immediately spring to mind for me are the time Husband left the tree on the front step overnight because he was too pissed off to bring the mofo inside, and also the time someone copped an apple to the face. Oh, and then there’s last year, when my appropriately-sized tree turned out to be at least 5feet across. Anyhoo, Husband is all “not another big one this year, okay?” and I’m all “that’s BS, no way” and then he’s all “okay well, I have been working out, so” and I’m all *fist pumps*.

Husband is currently sleeping off a good time out last night, so I need to butter him up because he’s kinda dusty right now, except…

…stay tuned.

Make Vaginas Not War

And drink wine while you do it.

Twat a fun night haha!

Etsy shops have fabulous vagina-themed everything, and after celebrating the work that my vagina did 8 years ago a couple of months back by eating leftover cake after middle child’s birthday, I kept the joke rolling by googling vagina stuff. 

And then the idea of a  vagina xmas decorations craft night, or #vajornaments, as one of my #vagcrew coined the term, was born, and it was a bruiser!

Cue the same in two weeks when the littlest turns six, post Kung Fu party, it will be time to celebrate my old girl again. 

May your jangle jingle, this entire holiday season.

A Protracted Tour, Indeed

Husband’s mother came to visit us for Thanksgiving. The boys call her Nanny and one of the teachers thought we were getting one, ha!

While she was here, Husband and I had the great good fortune to stay in the hotel downtown for a night and hit up da cluh-bs [which means that we went to bed at the usual time]. I was hoping for a grand tour along the lines of the expected tour of the great lakes anticipated by Elizabeth in P&P.

gardeners

There was a show on that we meant to go to, and it looked really good, but we had a good excuse to miss it. We went and got our fave appetisers at a restaurant and listed our preferred drinking route through town, fingers crossed that 4am would be an unsuitable bed time.

dinner-and-dancing

Of course, Salem had other ideas because it was a Tuesday. Okay, so maybe 2am? We saw a few friends  which was a nice surprise, and we also ate too much, which was not a surprise. So we got tired and then everything was closed, so we trudged drearily back to our hotel room.

bennet

what do you mean “everything is fucking closed”

We/I, therefore we, also could not sleep in, so we opened the drapes and watched a very different morning routine than what we are used to. Husband made jokes about sunrise at Magoos.

Mediocre but child-free breakfast and then an errand or two before breakfast and a hot beverage at another trendy coffee house. T’was a grand illusion, indeed, before going to work and then home to the standard raucous love-in and fight club. You get the idea.

parent-fight-club

Thank You Veterans Everywhere

It’s Veteran’s Day/Rememberance Day and last year Husband and I took the boys to a local service. I won’t be doing that today because I have to work but also, I’m not sure about running into protesters in any form, which I don’t want to expose the boys to on my own. It’s okay to talk about it from the safety of the couch but my second chance hasn’t endowed me with the fortitude to put up with shenanigans outside of the house. pixie-dust

That shit is consigned exclusively to the lego-shitastrophy room. The kids and I will be celebrating the hard work from veterans everywhere by exercising our freedom at the local skating rink, after getting cheesy headshots taken for my BOOK which comes out in six freaking months. I’m glad I have the freedom to write, in my own voice, and the opportunities to lift up my work. Thank you to everyone everywhere, past and present, who has made that possible for me.