Teddy bears picnic

I made dinner last night - fresh snapper fillets pan cooked with lemon pepper, garlic and paprika, sweet corn and Kumara chips with rosemary and oregano. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM delicious! 

But thats not what Im here for, is it? NO. IT'S NOT!

Im here to tell you about something amazing that happened! Something so brilliant that even superman would be impressed. Something that will blow your mind inside out and back to front, its 10 times cooler than sliced bread and 50 times more dramatic than Shakespeare. 

You'll still be screaming in excitement in 5 weeks from now because its just that amazing. 

ITS THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

 SO exciting!

But I guess that since its already saturday, and tomorrow is sunday, then that means the weekend is pretty much over. So It's not really that exciting at all when you think about it. Its pretty lame. 

But whats not lame, is that Im going to be a face painter at the teddy bears picnic tomorrow - thats pretty darn cool. My co-painter of the faces will be none other than THIS PERSON. 

Im wondering what I should have on my face though, last time I was a painter there 'THIS PERSON' painted my face for me and I looked like an idiot - but a happy idiot.

This year I'll paint my own face - but how should I have it? If my face is too scary then the kids wont want me to paint them, and they'll cry and they're tears will ruin my master pieces on they're faces. I want to do my brilliant fish on the face,

 but I think that may even be a bit much for pathetic little children who've been baby'ed all they're lives (Im meaning the older ones, not the actual babies, they're allowed to be pathetic).

Maybe I should just paint myself as a lame fairy and leave it at that. Playing the boring but safe option is probably the best... Sigh.

- Last night, I had a foot plonked on on my lap, and it said to me;

"I am the foot of knowledge, heed my words"

Watermelon

Last week I bought a bunch of groceries from the super market - asperusual.
I had a mental conversation whilst there 'I love water melon! But I wont eat a whole one by myself, and nobody else in my family eats fruit EVER. If i buy a half one I know I'll eat it all - but if theres only a  half, it will run out too fast and I'll be left with nothing!'
I decided to buy 3/4 of a water melon instead - One half, and one quarter. Good decision! Surely I'll have no trouble with that much?

When I got home from shopping, I had the dilemma of not enough arms to carry all the groceries out of the car at once. I naturally, I  did the rational thing and made two trips.


Screw that! I loaded it all up onto one arm while I got out of the car and locked it. As I was walking down the driveway (thinking about how boss I was for managing not to drop any), I was shuffling the food out onto both my arms to even it out and I dropped the 1/4 melon - then in my panic, I dropped ALL the other groceries trying to catch it.
The majority of the items got through this unscathed, but the quarter melon (which I failed to catch. btw) was smashed into a pulp on the concrete.....
But, LUCKILY it was thoroughly wrapped in gladwrap! Nothing actually touched the ground, so I took it inside, and ate ALL of it - my reasoning being that it will go off faster if its smashes up.... not sure why that seemed logical at the time.....but it tasted good, and thats all that matters in the end.

What made me type this out, is that Im currently eating a 1/4 melon that I bought yesterday! Im eating it on my bed - over my new douve cover that I swore I'd never eat over. OH WELL.

Dinner

Corn, cauliflower and chicken nibbles are currently on the bake (or the boil, in the case of the veges), because my tummy's A'grumblin and my ovens A'cookin!
I do take note that Im a little late in dinner, considering that it is infact ten minutes to 10pm. But does that matter? I got out of bed at quarter to 12, so really, if I work from that time and compare it to my usual waking hour of 7 or 8am, its really an early dinner. Probably about 5pm.
So I'm actually way ahead of time, and preparing dinner early (because I'm a spectacularly organized person... ask anyone, they will back me up).

Im guessing that the holiday season will excuse my late waking and my late cooking, because after all, it 'tis the season to be jolly!
Better check the chicken though. Don't fret, I'm not one of those mothers on the 'dont leave your cooking unattended' adds from TV because the computer I am at is mere meters away from the oven itself (also, I haven't given birth recently... or at all. So cannot be a mother), so all is well.

I am going to excuse the fact that this post is flowing from my brain without writers block because of the copious amounts of the 'naturally elegant rosé' I have consumed. I don't believe it is a particularly naturally elegant wine, but the bottle says it is, so I guess I can't argue with that....
Not only because it is a bottle, and no matter how convincing my argument it - the bottle will not agree, but because I know nothing about wine and wouldn't be anywhere near capable of formulating a convincing argument.

Never the less, my chicken is roasting its self into perfection. I wish I'd thought to add some kumara too. I love kumara. Although, I'm pretty sure that everyone loves kumara - as my mum would say, "Its like the town bicycle".
My computer doesn't recognise kumara as a word, so I spell checked it and the closest option was "chimera". And I must say, roasting chimera would be alot more difficult than kumara - even if you excuse the actual capturing of the beast its self. Would it be red meat or white? What herbs does it go with? Do you roast at 180 or 200 degrees? Or even, would it be barbequable? .... Does it go with gravy?
Do you drink it with red or white wine? Can you glaze it with sugar?

... Does the taste even go well with roast vegetables?
I guess we'll never know. I don't have the means to catch one, or cook one... what size oven would you need.... so complicated...
I'd much rather stick to my glorious kumara. Especially the way I cook it!
You peel it and dice it into bits, then you chuck it all in a plastic bag - tip in vege oil, rosemary, oregano, salt, pepper and bread crumbs. Twist the bag shut, shake it all around and spread it on a tray (minus the plastic bag) and roast it at 180.
DEEEEEEEEELLLLIIIIIIIIICCCCCIIIIOOOOOUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSS

Dont want chicken nibbles now. I want kumara.

Merry christmas!

Merry Christmas everyone! I can honestly that I didn't expect to be on here on christmas day!
But here I am, Writing. I just wanted to tell you that santa loves me so much that he delivered me a gift on christmas eve.... the gift of a rash....
It seems that when I died my hair last night, I was allergic to the conditioner it came with... so I have loverly pink dots all over my back and shoulders and chest! HORRAY.

THANK YOU SANTA. This will look great in the photos.... I loved your gift so much that I put it on straight away... And haven't (been able to) take it off since...

Glorious Sunshine....

It seems that no matter what bribe is offered, or how many compliments it receives, the sun is bent on burning me. I put on sunblock whenever I think theres the chance of me being in the sun, I wear hats, I have sleeves, I stay in the shade.
It's like the sun is sitting up there, just waiting for me to step outside so it was muster all its burning potential and throw it at me. While Im inside, it daydreams about how much fun it will have watching me change colour, and peel. For all I know, the sun gets off on burning me.

I wouldn't be surprised it the sun was a sadist, I mean, think about it.
 It melts peoples ice creams, chocolate and melts tar - for people to step in. It causes sub burn, heat stroke, sun stroke and skin cancer. It influences prickles to grow in the grass, it heats sand so we burn our feet on the beach, it causes car crashes (when you suddenly get a full face of sun when you turn a corner - your momentarily blind, everything around you becomes a hazzard! BAM you hit 5 trees and roll the car all the way down a hill and into a river thats infested with piranhas, as you blindly swim to safety - even though both your arms are broken from the tree impact - they eat your skin off and pull your hair out. When your finally on shore, another driver who had the same issue runs you over).

So essentially, the sun is a murderer.
But we can't live without it... so I guess I should just get over it and buy sunblock with SPF 1000 or something.