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March-ing Along

Posted on March 28th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

March eh? For about a poofteenth longer. My BABY is one year old on Thursday. Simply, ridiculous. A year has gone by since I couldn’t breath, move, bend over, sit up, imagine how great another general anaesthetic would be?! I simply don’t believe it. He’s a rockin’, rollin’ head on a stick.

LOUD, cunning, astute and discerning. Still can’t quite believe he’s not a little girl. This time twelve months ago I was quite sure Queenie was on her way. V glad to have Morrison instead. Girls bitch ‘n moan. Boys just bash ‘n destroy. I’ve never liked clean, Cruskit-free surfaces any way.

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Looking forward to a night out with Haggs on Wednesday. We’re attending a couple of festival activities, taking a page from Morrison’s book – only discerning choices this year.

Looking forward to seeing Rich Fulcher’s Eleanor (all the while being disturbed at just HOW MUCH he looks like me in drag…seriously, have you clicked the link yet and gone. “Oh my. Oh my gawd?!”) Noolly Thomas and Sam Simmons‘ new shows. Festival is just something that happens now, not something to obsess over for 10 months of the year. Not sure which side of the fence I actually fall when I REALLY think about it. Ok, let me straighten that thought out. I do NOT miss the insanity of Com Fest. I would not actually do another full season if someone paid me by the hour. With cash money. And gadgets. Ok, what kinda gadgets are we talking here?!.. no! No I really wouldn’t. Gis a wee stage somewhere in town, in the middle of the year, then you’re talking. Oh yes. Now you’re on.

Also looking forward to taking in a cuppla shows with my main squeeze, B. Babysitters to organise, sedatives to order and fire retarding agents to acquire. I am going to insist that he carry me most of the way and when I’m tired I will cling to his leg and stand on his feet so he can ‘walk me’ around. He’s adept at cleaning up spew so if I get squiffy, I wont need to worry about the state of myself and he’s also excellent at tucking one in to bed and telling one to ’shut up until morning’. The perfect dad date!

Speaking of the funny-ha ha and the funny-weird – Haggar and I are considering an Itchy Podcast. A) because there still isn’t anything that makes us laugh as much. B) because we can and C) goats cheese. Compelling reasons, one and all. Will let you know if we ever get our arses in to the correct gear to propel that idea further than unabashed enthusiasm. You’d tune in for the songs alone, am I right? “Bewly and the Beeeeest” Of course you would. You are but, human. Well part human, part man goat. You know who you are.

And just cause this is prob’ly my favourite photo ever. Miss Gerda, V 1.0 and her chicken with arms. (you can see, she’s got a little handbag… cause she’s old enough to go out… dontent chu know?)

You’re welcome.

me xxoo

(if you’re not already, enjoy the twitting, here.)

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Happy Snot n Booger’s Day

Posted on February 14th, 2010 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Boys rock.

And here’s the card my beautiful B gave me (then ducked away out of arms reach). He’s ok. No lasting injuries or bruises that can’t be explained away with a simple,”oh this? It’s nothing… I… I… I just walked into my wife’s outraged fist.” Brekky at FooDoos earns him a LOT of points. Going out for brekky is better than going out for dinner. Just so’s you know!

Which reminds me – so does k.d.lang. k.d.lang, whom I could have eaten with a parfait spoon at the Olympic Opening Ceremony (but not before checking her carb content first. I mean, I’m happy to blow carbs (wey hey, Vicar!) but not unknowingly. I mean, yes, I’m whoreish and impulsive, but not reckless. Not reckless. (those of you with examples of my past recklessness, sit down and shaddap.) What was I saying? Oh yeah, rocks. She does.

(Grr, you’ll have to go here to see it, stupid Flash Uploader is ironically, being gay!)

That would be worth a week of zero carb lettuce and steak. Incidentally, it appears I could eat her when she’s at her mannishest. So if you had Feb ‘010 in the When Will She Come Out pool, you’ve done your dough. Mmmm. k.delicious.lang Hall-ahhh-looooo-yaaar yerself there, Missy. Hmm, perhaps the tote hasn’t quiet closed?!

February moves along in a haze of teething and kinder. Summer and air-conditioning. I’ve spent a fair deal of time fighting with Stegbar who have the WORST CUSTOMER SERVICE ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET! And the car needs new tyres.

But for right now? I have a calm house, filled with the sounds of sleeping children and Valentine Spunkshine (do your ears a favour!) and I know how happy I’ll be when B comes through that front door.

Life is good. Only k.d.lang singing the score to my day could make it better… and a truck load of money. Big bills only. Pounds sterling or Euros if I get to choose.

f xxxx

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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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Thanksgiving in the Land Downunder…

Posted on November 14th, 2007 by prinny.
Categories: Uncategorized.

Getting a hold of turkey (before the xmas sales) might prove to be a little difficult but, what the hey!

As much as I have campaigned, Australia will not join in the 4 day weekend to allow us to celebrate properly. (Very unlike you Aus to say ‘no’ to more time off!) Hubbalicious will actually have to go to work on the day… and so might I! Spike probably doesn’t remember his first Thanksgiving, nor will he remember this one but I think it’s a nice holiday and I want to do it. Really, any excuse to get together with family and eat like the Pilgrims wished they could have and drink our body weight in wine (must ease off the diet to make it worth decanting!)!

All I really know about Thanksgiving is American kids make turkeys at kindergarten by tracing their hands (which becomes the turkey’s tail) and then drawing in the rest of the gobbler. The Pilgrims were a bunch of puritanical Nancy’s from London who shipped off to a brave new world to indulge their own Separatist religious views. Then the indigenous Indian’s were given smallpox in blankets nearly obliterating their populations and cultures as a way of saying, “Thank you-eth. We’ve got-eth it now.” They decided to name a day after it and celebrate with enough food to kill the aforementioned. (My American husband will no doubt be spluttering at my deft description but he doesn’t have his own blog to correct me so, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!)

So to celebrate the day, we eat turkeys as big as four year olds, pumpkin pie – a sweet dessert which is pretty good. Candied yams (which NO human should ingest) or candied sweet potatoes are a side dish consisting mainly of sweet potatoes prepared with brown sugar, marshmallows, maple syrup, molasses, or other sweet ingredients piled on top! Seriously, they eat it! Another awful concoction called “Green Bean Casserole” is as disgusting as it looks. But the turkey is excellent. Cooked in any one of the 50 different ways available. Deep fried. Yes – much tastier than it sounds but you need a kiddy pool filled with boiling oil and splatter guard the size of a family sedan. Soaked in brine for 24 hrs then oven roasted. Again, you’ll need a kiddy’s pool and some salty water! The mashed taters are never bad. (Ok, unless they’re that dehydrated crap.) Unlike the ‘jellied salads’ – too much aspic! The many different servings of pie are on the winner list. Pecan’s a firm favourite. Very gooey and yum. There’s the apple, boysenberry, rhubarb, peach cobbler et al. Something they call mincemeat and the Aussie in the room sits up… “Meat pie? Could it be?!” Ahh, “No” is the answer. They mean fruit mince tarts – you know, the ones yer Nana makes at Xmas time. Gorgeous if you know what you’re getting… Awful if you’re ready to eat one with (tomato) sauce! It’s an amazing display. Full fledged gorge-ry at it’s finest. THEN they do it all again 4 weeks later at Xmas time!! That my friends, is the kind of dedication to excess that makes them so universally hated. I cant wait!

In other news, we’re finally ensconced back in the warehouse (I can tell on account of all the boxes that need to be unpacked) enjoying the shit out of the city and all it’s glories. Spike’s seen his first junkie shooting up in the laneway and has ridden his first tram. Together we have tackled the stairs. One of us remembering “I didn’t have a baby when I bought and designed this place.” MAAAAAAAAAAN that’s a lot of stairs to drag a pram up and down. On the plus side, check out my guns! They’re right there. Just above my bingo wings! Damn ya!

Fitzroy is just as fabulous as it was when we left it 5+ yrs ago. Property value has skyrocketed! Ludicrously. (Yay for us!) And a quick walk around the neighbourhood finds many MANY new properties have sprung up from their former industrial glory. Where’s that time machine when you need one? Eh? How I’d like to go back and buy a bit more stuff. “I’ll have one of those. One of those. Ah yes, that one. I’ll have that and an extra car space, ta!”

Smith Street (down our end) is all outlet shops and cafes. Montie’s Bar is still here. (cracker little joint!) As is the fabulous little hand made pasta shop. Up on Brunswick Street, not a lot has changed. The bank has gone on the corner of Brunny & Johnston. It’s now a bar. Mario’s remains, of course! And joyfully, so does Joes! Our favourite waiter is even still in residence. Looby and I went there the other week and gave their cake cupboard a bloody good hiding… We actually had to send some cake back to the kitchen. “Hey 3inch wide waiter girl, please take this away before one us catches a coma!” From our slumped-in-our-chairs position. Sometimes you just cant eat that much sugar. Who knew!? (I think she’s gone soft while I’ve been gone. heh We’re both back on our diets now.)

Have had a ball catching up with long lost friends. It’s sooo much easier to see people when you live in the same hemisphere! Everyone is busy, winding up or down (depending how you look at it) for the holiday season.

And for the first time, ever – I’m not actually throwing out the Toys R Us catalogues when they arrive. There are kids toys in this house. MY house. Cluttering up MY beautiful hardwood floors. I mean, there’s shit everywhere! And I’m shopping for more! HA! But omigod, there’s some scary bilge out there for your little tackers. But, let’s save that for another day.

Au revior you bastards! Here’s hoping it remains the appropriate shape for you all to enjoy.

Moi! xxxx

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