House work

I do wonder, occasionally, what would happen if I just stopped doing the house work.
I think that it would get messier and messier, then the rest of the family would start complaining, but nobody would actually do any of it.

It's like, if I go out for a day or two, I'll get home and all the dishes that have been used in that time will be piled up waiting for me to get home. Like-wise with the washing. Even the super market shopping's been left to me a bit recently! Vacuuming, washing floors, looking after animals.... making beds.... cleaning the bathrooms.... making dinner....
And you know what? I don't mind all that much. I have so much spare time (Because I'm a slacker who doesn't have a job) that I might as well do the housework. Its not like its 'hard' work. Just... incredibly time consuming.

Which is tough luck for the fam, because I had caught a tummy bug and couldn't do any of it - ha ha!
Although I still did all the dishes and washing. And now that I'm feeling a bit better I'll be making dinner again. Too tired for vacuuming though - SUCKERS.

Anyway, tonight I'm doing fish fillets (Terakihi - weird spelling...) with roast potatos, onions, pumpkin and yams! I'm looking for something green to go with it - a little colour would do nicely. Can't be all this brown and yellow nonsense (NOT RACIST).

Sigh. Into the kitchen where I belong...

Cereal, glorious cereal.

I was writing a status on facebook a few seconds ago, about how we couldn't live without cereal, emotionally. And I realised, just how much I love cereal.
I didn't think it meant this much to me, until I considered a life without cereal...

I sad life, where the only options available for a real breakfast are porridge and toast! The milk only gets used for hot drinks, its purpose is so much less necessary.... There's no morning sugar sprinkling, or fruit toppings, no crunch crunch on the cornflakes, or pop pop on the rice bubbles! No much on the fruit loops or squelch on the mini wheats! There's NO piling up cherios, or splurping up bugs and mug!
THERES NO CEREAL!
What sort of a person would honestly want to live in a disgustingly hopeless world! How could I even think of that, how could... how could..... How could the possibility of that even exist!
Oh my goodness, what if cereal never had been invented.



But its okay, its okay guys. Cereal was invented, and we can all take deep breaths (wipe the tears away from our eyes), there IS cereal in the cupboard and there IS milk in the fridge! We can take our spoons and shovel it into our mouths!
THERE IS A GOD! He has provided us with CEREAL.

I note that from now on, Cereal is important enough to deserve a capital letter - not only at the beginning of the word 'Cereal' but at the beginning of any Cereal name!
There is the hybrids though, like wheatbix, I mean, I don't mind a hearty bowl of the stuff myself, but its a mix between cereal and porridge. It should have a class of its own..... The cross breeds.

We will do our best not to discriminate against the cross breeds... the 'half bloods' ......
But, as voldemort would say (interference to Cereal),
CEREAL IS MIGHT.

I LOVE MY MUM

Today is my mummies birthday - I baked her a cake with a sheep on it (its a long story). I also have a toy sheep for her, its still wrapped though, because I'm visiting her at work to give her her sheep!

The sheep things been happening for a while, its a personal joke. I get her sheep related objects for presents. It started last year... for her birthday she was going on about this sheep bag that she'd seen in a shop, it was "SO CUTE", but she wouldn't tell me where it was because she was sad that she didn't buy it...
So I tracked it down and go it for her.
Then I went away on holiday, to Rotorua for a school trip! And there is like ten gabillion thousand tourist shops there... which were filled with sheep toys. And I found one, that was SO CUTE. So I got it for her.

Then on mothers day I got her a sheep... that was dressed at a pukeko. Its pukeko hood comes down and reveals a sheep underneath! SO CUTE.

And now there is my latest sheep. Soon she will have a herd of sheep in her room.
One day I should actually get her a REAL sheep (would be hard to wrap, admittedly).

Last nights dinner

So, last night I was home by myself until about 10:30pm (I didn't know this, hence why I made dinner for the whole family). Dinner was therefor unnecessary and a waste of time.

It was even more of a waste of time because it was such a complete failure! Thank goodness nobody was home to eat it or they would have been severely disappointed!
It was a bit of an experiment meal. I was looking in the freezer - as thats how dinner usually starts. And sussing out the meaty options, I decided on mince (Due to the lack of chicken, fish, lamb and pork or any other options).
Then I thought "mince what?" And decided on spaghetti Bolognese. I then decided that it would have tin spaghetti instead of normal pasta spaghetti. . . This was a logical choice to me - less cooking, less ingredients, I cant over/under cook the pasta.....

So it began. The mince was in the pan cooking... after a while, it was evident that the cow this mince came from must have been fxcking obese because there was like gallons of grease and oil pouring out of the meat. I even tipped out like, a cup of it.
I put the spaghetti in, and cheese on top, and in the oven it goes.... Glistening with fat....
Anyway, it cooked, I ate some, it was really bland due to the somewhat boring nature of the tinned spaghetti and the somewhat intense fatty flavour of the mince.

I put the remaining potions into a container into the fridge.. where the oil and fat proceeded to mould together forming a layer of sludge in the bottom of the container.....

Needless to say... I haven't eaten any more of it.....

I do miss photography...

In saying that I miss photography, it doesn't mean I've stopped taking photos - goodness no! I mean that I miss photography class from school. If I take a photo now, and show somebody, its kind of like "cool" or "whyyy would you take a picture of a rock?" or something TOTALLY IGNORANT like that!
And I'd be like, what do you mean WHY take a picture of a ROCK?
That rock has amazing detail in the cracks! And can you see how I caputred that mould right there? Doesn't it look like you could reach out and stroke its wet fuzziness??

No, it doesn't, what the hell you weirdo. Go take pictures of normal things like girls making kissy faces (also known as 'duck face ' to those who are internet savvy).

So heres a few of the ones I've taken recently, just so that somebody who appreciates how much I love micro and supermicro. They're relatively normal pictures anyway... well. Except for the last one...

But who cares? That last ones nothing compared to my year 12 photography work! NOTHING I TELL YOU.  And also, you should just be happy I didn't photograph the rest of the chicken. That was worse.

IT BUUUUUURRRRNS

So, were moving house right - as I discussed in a previous post.
Naturally, to pack all our stuff into boxes, we go through all the junk thats collected over the (WHOLE THREE YEARS) that we've lived here.
So this also means, naturally, that there's a lot of things that need disposing of.

A good friend of mine kindly sacrificed his life to help with that disposal. . .
At first he was afraid that it might hurt.

But as time went on, he got more into the disposal process, and realised that he ENJOYS THE PAIN!

Houses and heartaches

People, people, people.
When will they ever learn? If the bible has taught us anything its to treat people as you wish to be treated!

Now, Im not religious in the slightest - goodness me, if I could  BELIEVE in a religion... believe in a 'belief' .... believe in anything, really, I'd be in a much better mindset! But, alas, I do not believe.
So here I am, marvelous me, to wonder about how people can be so BLIND.

Now now, this thread may come off as slightly hypocritical - I'll make it quite clear right now, I am not denying that I am a 'People', so as much as I may slander towards the Peoples of the world, I am fully aware that I myself am part of the People community.

My aunt has just had a baby - quite a feat! She's 42 and has been trying for some time now! Clap claps all round! But, apparently that is not the case. Some of those 'clap claps' have gone amiss. They seem to have been miss placed... Or perhaps, never placed in the first place.
It bothers me that even a BABY can't get the claps it should. I'd love to elaborate on this, but, I can only imagine I'm already getting virtually scowled at somewhere - if anyone even reads this nonsense anymore. Besides, this matter is infact VERY complicated, and many people tell me to KEEP MY NOSE OUT OF IT but unfortunately my nose is just too nosy to keep itself out of places that ought not to be nosied in.

Siigh... Life is hard, isn't it? Who knows!
We know?! My goodness my minds all muddled up tonight. My ramblings are making even less sense that the sense they would usually make. I guess it is half past midnight and my mind would should could be long since resting in a loverly nightmare filled sleep - the dreams have been spectacularly bizzare recently - but this is neither the time nor the place for that story...

Ah yes, about HOUSES. So I am moving house (yet again, may I add), but fortunately, this house-moving instance isn't unfortunate. It is unfortunately costing a fortune to follow through with, those blasted houses and their over-inflated costs!
I don't think I have properly evaluated my feelings about the whole house moving fiasco. So I guess speculation and comment would be unwise at this point...


Why am I talking so out of character?
Because your tired,  you nutface.
A WHAT?! That does remind me... I need some almonds...
Why?
Im making Tosca cake, at some point. It has almonds.

Headaches.

Heachaches were next right? Yeah?
Well, They're next now.

This is basically a rant post about how terrible headaches are. And I know, "thats common knowledge Orangejar, EVERYONE hates headaches",
But you know what?
Not everyone gets migraines! And I do! Or, I did, the other day anyway.
I woke up, like any other day.
There was a slight headache, a little annoying, but manageable. I just thought it was a teeny weeny dehydration headache! So I downed a few glasses of water, swallowed 2 panadol.

As the morning progresses, so does my headache. It gets to 11 am, and its pounding! Like, there's a giant rave going on inside my brain, and everyones jumping around yelling and smashing bottles (cause they're so wasted and high on my brain juices). So I try the anadol again. I start complaining to my mummy, saying annoying child-like things (it huuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrtsss. Oooowwwwww... Muuuuuuummmmm)
And she gave me one of her migraine pills, and told me to GO TO BED for a few hours. So, there's me thinking "I've got you this time you little bastard" towards my head, and I climb in bed and fall asleep.

I wake up at 2 pm, and I feel a little sick - like, vomit sick. But headache is gone! I just presumed that all the drugs are arguing amongst my stomach acids, and that a nice healthy, 2 hour late lunch would be a fixer-upper to that problem!
I make and eat lunch. BOOM! Headache comes back! BANG BANG BANG BANG! The brain ravers have turned up the music and are going completely mental - There's like 20 moshpits in there.

I call mummy up, and complain. She expresses how its strange that I still have a headache, and that I feel sick. She thinks maybe I have a tummy bug of some kind... Either way, she tells me to take another migraine pill and sends me TO BED!

I wake up at 5:30 pm, feeling fantastic...ly sick. Tummy sick, headache gone.
Buuuuut luckily, headache only returned as a dull throb, and tummy forgave me when I filled it with BK.

Horray to Burger King! My savior!

Hogs,

Alright - my first explanation is about hedgehogs. The fact that I haven't written about hedgehogs REALLY proves that I've been a total unbelievably useless slacker with typing about important moments in my life.

So, it all began when I got off the bus after work (Wow, I haven't even told you that I quite that waste-of-my-life hellhole). And went to cross the road, but saw the adorable prickly bundle of joy that was a baby hedgehog - later to be name Sonic.

I had him for about 2 and a half weeks - inwhich time, many people met him and fell inlove with him. He was dubbed "the cutest thing on Earth" more than once. He would squeal when left alone, and cuddle when picked up - he regularly fell asleep curled in a ball on our hands or tummies. He ate alot, syringe fed. He was amazing.

He died though, when he escaped one day. It was very sad, we buried him in my garden. My sister bought me a little hedgehog necklace charm so I'll always remember him!
He is the reason that I love hedgehogs now. I've looked after quite a few, and taken a few off roads, treated several for mange. They are tricky little buggers! The last one I had was half way through mange treatment and he ESCAPED from the bunny cage. Little bastard. Didn't even say thank you for the treatment.

I bought the hogs a box of meal worms that they refused to eat, so now those mealworms are rolling around in their box, wondering what they did wrong in life to get so rejected. A trademe member recommended I make them a weeny mealworm sized couch, and ask them about their childhoods. So I did.

Hogs, headaches, houses....

Goodness Goodness me! How slack I am for not writing.
It seems that every single time I go to write a blogpost Im saying "How slack I am for not writing!"
And you know what? My typing has gone far down hill since my posting ceased - infact, its more like my typings just wandered straight off the edge of a cliff and plummeted to the ground 10,000m below.

Every fifth word is a typing error, or a spelling mistake - and to top it off, every five words take about five minutes to type (largely exaggerated, my typing is still MUCH faster than my gamer-boy boyfriend who's spent tengazillion more hours on the computer than I have).

Either way, I say to myself "well I have nothing to type about anyway", as a pathetic excuse NOT to blog. I know, you know, the guy next door knows what a pile of Shxt that is. I type best when I type nothing!
Its like that Ronan Keating song "When you say nothing at all"

But whatever, I've got a few minutes on my hands (not literally, like, Im not wearing a watch)
(which wouldn't be right anyway, I mean, who wears watches on their HANDS? Its called a wrist watch for a reason, Orangejar! Jeez)
So I'm going to write a couple of posts - I know its hard to read LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONGcat posts when they're so big the side scroll bar looks like its a dot instead of a line - if that makes sense. So Im splitting my conversations into three sections - Hogs. Headaches. Houses.

P.s. I do have a hand watch actually..... But I suppose if were being bodypart specific, it would be a finger watch. Its like a ring.

BABIES

So, I've been down at my aunties house for several days now, and today we went for a glorious trip... To see her midwife!
There was birth pictures all over the walls and they talked about birth pain and pool births (which, apparently my mum did when my sister was born... I was a normal old, boring birth).
I never realised how many things you have to talk about when it come to giving birth.... It seems very complicated. Im pretty put off giving birth and babies and all thats involved for the time being!
There was even talk of ripping your girly bits apart with the babies shoulders!!

Either way, Im hungry.