Boss Of Everything

Thanksgiving

Posted on November 26th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: News.

For them, mainly.

For their perfect (albeit giant) heads. Their sticky fingers. Their tiny toes, smooshy faces, wet kisses and violent hugs. I am thankful for their squeals of delight and the way they have ravaged my once supermodel lithe body (shaddap).

Thanksgiving is my favourite Yank holiday. I’m sorry, that should read, favorite Yank holiday. Lunch will be tomorrow in the Southern Hemisphere. Here in Fitzroy. Turkey has STILL been ridiculously hard to come by – thanks to a spot of rain yesterday which turned Melbournians into a bunch of sissy Angelinos – panicked closures of entire shopping centres (it’s JUST rain ferfuckssake!) and power outages forcing the closure of the rest of the state, it seems! PFFFF! Can’t buy fresh turkey in the rain you say… Well, stuff ya! I’ll hormone pump a cornish game hen or a Fitzroy pigeon if I have to! Still, nothing will affect my baked pumpkin cheesecake. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm hullo sugar coma! I get to make my chicken sage sausage and turkish bread stuffing (it’s SO not stuffing, it’s a side dish of carbs carbs carbs) and feed my family. SUCH fun! THEN like proper people, we can s t a r t to think about, Xmas. I’ll miss the Black Friday sales though. It’s not the holidays without news of someone being trampled to death at WalMart waiting in line for a $300 plasma screen tv or $299 BBQ setting.

For them. And ‘im. Oh, V pleased with ‘im. Utterly, blissfully, lucky to have ‘im.

JACKPOT. Blessed.

Me xxxx

(ok AND the new telly. I am very thankful for you too, telly!)

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Fiiiiiiive Gooooodlen Riiiiiiings.

Posted on December 31st, 2007 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Four Elmo Dolls

And a red Citroen paaaaaarked out the front.

Hubbalicious got some of his presents… others are trapped in customs or buried in all the last minute mail sacks at Aus Post while the staff enjoy an extended weekend holiday… during the week. A holiday Aussies are very good at pulling off. Nevertheless. Presents here or in storage what does it matter? He has me, ain’t that enough for any one?!

The little bloke who lives here (pictured right) had a fine day. Surrounded by Ma & Pa & Aunty Chook (Uncle Big and Aunty Jules were in NSW w/ her family this year) catering to his every whim. He didn’t seem too interested in any of the goings on until I gave him the aforementioned Elmo doll to unwrap. That could not happen fast enough. Funny little bugger. Elmo is too big to shove through the grating of the balcony floor (onto passersby below) so we’re fairly confident he will be a fixture in our lives for a big longer… unlike most of Spike’s blocks or crayons. (Thank you to the neighbours in MacRobertson’s Lane who frequently return them to us, after being bombarded with tiny child missiles by a giggling child one day. )

Chrissy dinner was here, at Château Kerr Street. Lovely things were enjoyed by all. Veggies out of Dad’s garden. Booze n’ gravy. Not together. Not on purpose, anyway. Nan’s Xmas pud and Fluffy Brandy Sauce (which WILL put you over the limit if the trifle doesn’t get ya.) The heat was bearable but that’s gone by the wayside now. 41+.C Still more than 30.C AFTER midnight?! Seriously! Who needs it?

I know, I know. I was born here and I should really be used to hot Christmas by now, but I’m not. It’s just not right. Not right at all. Even the Baby Cheezels knew it was wrong that’s why he decided to be born in Bethlehem. How we don’t have more Santa Heat Exhaustion related deaths in Australia I’ll never know!

I brined the turkey this year. A nice boy from Oaky (Oklahoma) told me to do that for Thanksgiving one year but I never did try it. Well, what a good trick that is, Gregory (the nice boy from Oaky). Thanks! It DOES make the meat all tender & lovely. Of course, the real trick is finding a receptacle big enough for salt water AND a turkey that will still fit in the fridge. Dad cooked the back half of a pork. A shy animal often found in the meat section of Safeway, nestled on a Styrofoam tray, hidden under some plastic wrap. (Stupid pork, it’s like it wants to be caught.) But really Xmas day isn’t over until you’ve had some trifle. Drunken cake sloshed in fruit and custard and jelly and cream! Mmmmmm bliss! Mum makes the best one and I believe (if the census can be trusted) I ate the whole thing, myself. Took me 4 days but dammit, I did it!

U.S.A.
U.S.A. (it seems right to chant that at this time)
U.S.A.

How did you all celebrate? What did you get me? Did I say thank you?

I should point out, the Citroen wasn’t an extravagant gift just for me on Xmas morning (we’d actually picked it up a few weeks before) but rather an extravagant gift for well, me. heh I do share it. B will pop on his best beret and drive to and from le work. Now and then. When he can pry the keys from my hands. It’s just a lovely French pig. As arrogant as all get out. Crammed with features too European to mention. I think I shall call him, Quincy Plums. Le Quincy Plums. it suits him.

Ok, well by the time I have finished this update it’s 2008 already. Should be an interesting year! Spike’s little cousin is due in about 4 months. Looking forward to that! I fear Linda Haggar nee Crockett will be baking all things delicious and taunting me with their carbiness. B will continue the stellar brilliant husband work he has put in over the last 5 1/2 years. I’ve got some things up my sleeves (which is hard to do when you’re not wearing sleeves) and I expect Spike will get even taller.

We’ll be back to the States in March. Flying visit. Unless it’s snowing… then I’m staying longer!

Enjoy. Consume. Chant. Adore me.

In that order?

Moi xxxx

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